Last week, I was at the chest press. It was 55lbs. F'in Alex was standing across the gym watching Sam. I was on like rep 7 or 8 when suddenly instead of going up, the bar was coming down. It was coming down slowly, so I knew I was not in danger, but once the bar was down, I couldn't get it back up. I tried for a bit and then gave up and in my best Fozzie Bear voice (my favourite as a kid) said "Help, Alex, Help." He slowly wandered over laughing and lifted the bar up.
When it happened the second time, I didn't bother calling for help. I just waited for him to notice, laugh and help me. He lowered the weight after the second time. I really was trying, I just couldn't physically do it and he knew it.
I am not even mad at F'in Alex for laughing at me when I got stuck because I am generally not that nice to him, so he can have his moment of sunshine! Most importantly, I learned if I am going to drop the bar, I am likely not getting hurt. That was a very important lesson.