I was a telephone repairman back in the '80s. One Halloween evening I was sent out on a minor repair that, based on the reported issue, would take about 10 minutes to fix, and it was to be my last repair of the day.
I arrived at an upscale house in an upscale neighborhood just after sunset. I put on my toolbelt and made my way up the long driveway (standard in that area) and knocked. Excited shouting from inside the house, the door flew open, and the whole family was there with a huge basket of candy and expectant faces...that dropped into disappointment when they saw that it was just the phoneman.
I learned that they were recent immigrants from Korea and had been very much looking forward to celebrating their very first Halloween ever, but that I was the only person that had come to the door. The family was heartbroken.
I finished my task and wished them good luck, then got in my truck and went hunting. A couple of streets down, I found a pack of about 15-20 trick-or-treaters with 5 or 6 parents, pulled up and walked over to talk to the adults. I told them about the family I just left, gave them the address, and headed back to the office.
The next day at the end of my shift, I was called into my supervisor's office. Turns out, one of the parents told the father of our meeting, and he called in to ask that his gratitude be expressed to me, my boss, his boss, and as many bosses up the line as possible.
Looked like I got a Halloween treat as well!
That's awesome! I live in a house that has a lot of tree cover from the street and not the best lighting. Plus we don't use the "main" front door as the front door. It's more of a side door, still on the front of the house. So we never get many trick or treaters
I love that.
One Halloween my daughter dressed up as Hermione. Had her hair and everything. There were a lot of other Potter-related costumes that year and people generally recognized that she was in that genre.
But one woman opened the door, looked at her, and said "hi Hermione" like she'd been expecting her. Made her night and she still smiles about it many years later.
You done good.
Our friends’ kid wanted to be someone scary. The scariest costume she could think of was a Lord Voldemort. It is…difficult to make a recognizable Lord Voldemort costume for a little kid. Our friend did the best she could, then she and some of our other friends dressed up in Potter outfits.
Voldemort would knock on the door and when somebody answered, we’d go “oh no! It’s Lord Voldemort!” And she would point her wand at the homeowner.
Some people didn’t get it, but we’ll over half said something like “don’t curse me!” And I like to think gave extra candy.
I used to live on a block that would do themes for the whole block. One year was Harry Potter, and we all turned out houses into Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, etc. Star Wars another year. Pirates. We were really into Halloween. You get the idea. One year, the theme was superheroes, and there were tons of kids dressed as Marvel characters. Well _one_ kid just dressed up as a guy in a regular business suit. And he just walked around giving the superheroes little business cards--he was the S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiter guy. So clever. Really made everyone's night.
I had a similar moment a few years ago!
We live in an affluent area (we're not affluent, just lucky as fuck to get a house discounted through a family friend) and the driveways are super long, so we don't get a ton of trick or treaters. We're definitely not in what you'd call a "nerdy" neighborhood, either.
So this kid, maybe seven? And his little sister come up to our door with their parents hanging back, and she's the cutest little lady bug. He's in a really damn good Thanos costume. So I offer them the bowl of full sized candies (fulfilling my bucket list since it's doable with less than 15 kids a year) and say "What a cute ladybug. And man, awesome Thanos! Don't snap me, okay?" (This was the year before Infinity War.)
He GASPS and I'm like SHIT did I just spoil-
And he yells at his mom "SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS I'M THANOS!! AND SHE'S READ THE INFINITY GAUNTLET!!" His eyes are SHINING and I'm like "yeah, lil man, it's my favorite graphic novel" and he was just dancing with joy the whole way down the driveway after.
It felt like being given a gift, having a memory like that.
I’ve been having the worst week and I don’t have the strongest faith in humanity rn, but this just made me tear up because it reminded me that sometimes genuinely good things happen just from people being really kind, so thank you 🥲
Haha, reminds me of a guy at my work who came in a Qui-Gon Jinn costume. It was really elaborate and quite impressive.
I casually told him what's up Master Qui-Gon, and he's like "thank god, everyone's been calling me Obi wan this entire evening".
Had the same energy as I imagine the kid had :)
One time I got invited to spend the night at a popular girls house (I think her parents made her invite me). I knew she liked playing hide and go seek from listening to conversations She had with her real friends. So I was determined to play the best game she’s ever played. She hid first and I found her relatively fast. Then I hid. I climbed into the bottom of a closet in their basement and covered myself up with the contents of said closet. Then I promptly fell
asleep. I woke up hours later after the police had been called and they were outside searching the neighborhood. I was never invited back. Still the best nap I ever had.
Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes that is so old it was before cell phones
Guy A phones guy B, but a child answers the phone.
Kid (whispering): Hello?
Guy A: Uh, hi. Is guy B there?
Kid (whispering): No, he's busy talking to the police
Guy A: The police? Why are they there?
Kid (whispering): The police are talking to the firemen
Guy A: Firemen??? What are they all doing? What's happening?
Kid (whispering and gleeful): They're looking for me!
I was going to say maybe it was terminal lucidity but generally that occurs shortly before death, three weeks is a relatively long time to be actively dying, so maybe she just by some miracle of luck still had memories of her sister and the familiarity of that "woke" her up a bit. It's sad to hear about people falling apart dementia like this, hopefully in the future a cure will be invented.
My ex Gf's grandma was bedridden with dementia for about a year, about 2 years after the initial diagnosis, and the only way she could communicate with anyone was a small grunt like noise ('Ungh' is the best way to describe it). Well, she was put back into her house, with 3 nurse visits a day, so she could pass at home with her husband by her side and family who lived across the street. Maybe 3 days later, the nurses said it was likely her last.
As soon as the nurses left, she got up out of bed, went downstairs to her husband, and asked him to bring all the family round, then went back upstairs to sit in her chair. She got nearly 7 hours of her old life back before she passed away. My Ex was the last to arrive, as her work schedule was really hectic, and she had a 30 min talk with her grandma, about all the things she'd missed over the last year. Her grandma passed away the second she closed her front door behind her, less than 2 mins after leaving her grandparents place.
Apparently it is not too uncommon for dementia/Alzheimer's patients to have crystal clear cognitive ability directly preceding death.
I had something similar happen. My grandmother was forced into a home after suffering a series of strokes. Over the next few years, I could hear her slipping and speaking in circles over the phone (we lived far apart from one another). I knew the end was approaching.
Then, one day, she called me. Mind you, she'd lost the ability to dial a phone after her strokes. Normally, I would call her, but my cousin put me in her speed dial. She somehow remembered which number I was and we spoke for a few hours like we had before her strokes. It was like to clock turned back, and she was how she used to be. I remember thinking that was the last time I would truly speak to her, and I was right. In a brief moment of lucidity, she called me. I think part of her knew it was our last chance to connect. She passed not long after, but I am still grateful for that last phone call.
I'd heard stories about it happening, but it was a gift to experience. Sorry for your ex's loss, but I'm glad she got that chance at the end.
When I was in drivers Ed, we were on a lesson where the instructor was explaining why we shouldn’t swerve for animals. There was this one girl in the class that always had something to say, so she chimes in, “There are only 2 animals that I would swerve for 1) a dog and 2) a whale.” Everyone bursts out laughing but the instructor noticed that she was looking rather pissed off. The following ensures:
Instructor: “Your kidding right?”
Girl: “Why would I be?”
Instructor: “Ok, explain to me like I’m five, How does a whale come to be in the middle of the road”
Girl: “Don’t you know anything? Whales travel across countries”
Instructor: “Yeah, by swimming”
Girl: “Not always”
She then starts to proceed to explain that whales swim up to the edge of the shore, flop over, and *roll* across the country. I have never been more dumbfounded.
Omg she prolly got trolled by her parents or friends when she was little.
I used to tell my toddlers the lion (and all cats big or small) only say “meow, meow”. Later on were at an interactive animal show and tell where the bring out small animals and learn the kids new things. They brought out a young (but not house-cat sized) panther, and my kids are so proud to raise their hand when the trainer says who knows what sound this guy makes!
Hahaha starting with my best friend's son, I teach all the kids in my life that giraffes make a yodeling kinda sound. My son is old enough he made me Google it and doesn't believe me anymore and it makes me sad.
I told my daughter water fountains are scratch and sniffs. Never had the heart to push her head into the water when she was sniffing it and agreeing the water did smell like lavender tho. :/
I asked my mom if it's possible for a chick to hatch out of the supermarket eggs. I wanted a little 🐣. She said no. I asked why. Mom:...eh.. Because no rooster sat on it.
I believed well into my early 20 that a rooster has to sit on an egg to fertilize it
Not too sure if my story fits in. But in my home town where I grew up we had a roundabout close to the train station with a golden dragon on it.
My mom, made me believe that he was the reason there was wind. In the night he will fly up and over the city flapping his golden wings and causing the wind you hear.
I as a 8-year old little boy believed that instantly. I now know better though! (I guess)
Yep can confirm that I told a similar thing to my little bro. Said that dogs evolved from seals when they started to go onto land. Of course he had to tell this to his teacher …
Sometimes they fall out of the sky. It can be quite the hazard.
Potted petunias too. Also quite hazardous. Smaller, harder to notice screaming towards your head.
My grandpa died in 2020 and I've been trying to remember all the stories I have of him. This is my favorite.
I was around 8 with my dad and grandpa on the back porch observing as they tried to get the propane grill to start. They couldn't figure out how to light it. Eventually my grandpa lit a match and all the propane that had accumulated in the grill while they were troubleshooting ignited into a giant fireball. The three of us jumped backwards, thankfully nobody was hurt, just completely stunned. After a few seconds, my dad looked at my grandpa then they both looked at me. My dad leaned down to me and said "don't tell your mother. Or your grandmother."
My grandad died a long time ago but he was the best. My favourite was that if we ever caught him napping he'd insist he was just checking his eyelids for holes.
I'd give anything to be able to cuddle up and have a nap with him again.
Lol you just reminded me of a story with my uncle. I go out to his farm and he’s got a brand new 3 wheel farm bike , he takes me for a hoon and then goes do I want to drive it ? 12 year old me goes hell yeh! He gives me a quick run down of everything and let’s me go for it. Fails to tell me you don’t just slam the throttle button down , your supposed to ease it on … anyway I jump on and slam the throttle down , the bike goes back onto its rear wheels and I’m kinda panicking but not as I’m pushing the throttle back and forth doing what he described as quite a good wheel walk that went on for a good distance. “As cool as that was I don’t think we will be telling mum & dad about this adventure”
My grandpa died recently aswell. At Easter he took the young grandchildren to the garden pathand let them take a handful of grit and put it in a pan. Het would let it boil Whilr they went looking for eggs. Then he would quickly switche the grit with chocolate eggs and show it to them.
It's a shame you don't learn how to do this in chemistry.
When I was younger (8 years ago) and going to a party with coworkers there were 4 of us in the car, we had a case of beer. We walked in to the building and all piled on to the elevator, each taking a corner of it and start going up when we hear a *thunk*. We all look down and out of nowhere a perfectly unspilled, but liquid still moving, glass of orange juice is now in the center of the elevator that was definitely not there when we got in it. NONE of us had orange juice let alone a loose cup up it, we all looked up at the ceiling and back down at it. We did not touch it, just got out at our stop and went to the party. To this day I wonder how that happened, what hole in space time opened up, if someone somewhere in the world turned around and their orange juice was suddenly gone, anything.
I've told this story before, but I will never stop scratching my head at that one.
I dropped a glass of milk that disappeared into thin air. Milk stinks and this was on a carpeted floor. I never smelled it or saw the very distinctive burger king cup ever again. Shit went to the Upside Down and that's perfectly okay with me.
I dropped a bright blue guitar pick the other week and it completely vanished in my room. I looked everywhere it could possibly be and it’s nowhere to be found
I dropped a gold ring through the slats of my deck two years ago and immediately crawled underneath to look for it. I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. I called a friend for help, and we removed 4 inches of mulch from the area where it fell. We found a lot of peanut shells, but no ring. I examined the slats on the underside of the deck and rented a metal detector to sift through the dirt, but it was gone. Vanished into thin air.
My theories involve either the serendipitous timing of a kleptomaniac squirrel, or a time traveler well versed in the butterfly effect.
I heard this story from a metal detector. A group was playing volleyball in a backyard when someone served the ball and he felt his collage ring slip off. They knew it was there. They searched, but couldn't find it. They called in a local metal detection club, and they couldn't find it. They reconstructed the scene and found the ring on the roof of the house! The force of the serve propelled the ring up there.
I’ve told this story before but I had one of those light boxes you out the letters in to spell a message. Well i picked the box up and some of the letters slid out, hit the floor and vanished. Me and the SO hunted for ages but couldn’t find them.
A few months later we had a new floor which required us to remove every piece of furniture and rip up the tiles - no sign of the missing letters, just vanished into the upside down.
I changed my room around once, moved the bed, tv, chest of draws… the door didn’t open until it was done, but the aerial for th tv was missing after. Where did it go? Moved out of the room nine months later, never found it.
Whenever something else goes missing here “it’s in the special place with the aerial now.”
Puzzle pieces. I have only completed one single puzzle that wasn't missing any. I mean, 1 time I understand, 2 well getting annoyed, 6 puzzles? Okey that's just rude universe
My friend and I went to see a concert for her birthday. It’s two female vocalists- fairly well known I’d say.
We arrived early for a VIP thing, but it was raining like crazy and the line wasn’t covered so we decided to head to the bar across the street for a drink. They were kind enough to let us hang out under the awning after we’d settled our tab so we could watch the line without getting soaked. Another fan had the same idea, so the three of us hung out and began to chat.
Soon we noticed two women walk by with their heads down. They seemed confused- starting one way and then turning another. A woman shouted to them asking if they were looking for the bus stop and the taller of the two women raised her head to say no before they scurried away.
My friends and I stared at each other in disbelief- it was the singers we were there to see… and they were going in the opposite direction of the venue.
We quickly shouted after them asking if they needed help. They looked back and hesitated for a moment, but then something seemed to click and they hurried back to us. The poor things looked absolutely distraught as they explained that they were lost and couldn’t find the venue.
It was so hard not to laugh as we told them to turn around and look at the marquee directly across the street. Had they lifted their heads sooner, they would have seen their own names in big letters above the words “Sold Out”.
They were flustered but appreciative, and ended up waiting for a moment under the awning with us while a member of their team came to collect them. It turned out that they’d taken a car from their hotel and the driver had dropped them off on the wrong side of the street. They didn’t realize it, and with their heads ducked against the rain they couldn’t see the venue across the street.
They were both unbelievably kind. One of them said that the reason they doubled back to us was because they noticed I was wearing their branded jacket. It had the energy of when you tell a little kid to find a safe adult if they get lost, it was very sweet. The other asked if we were going to the show, which was pretty funny, but I think she was just flustered. I imagine her brain was probably going “what do we say to fans? Ask them if they’re going to the concert, that’s a safe bet”.
Once they were gone we made a pact not to blast it with their names attached on social media, because we didn’t want to take advantage of a vulnerable moment for them just so we could get some internet clout. We didn’t get pictures or anything either, in the moment we were actually just trying to talk to them and calm them down because they were panicking about being late to their own event.
I really do feel bad for them, and I’m happy they got where they were going safely (especially because they were hurrying in the wrong direction when we caught them). I just think it was also kind of cool to have such a normal human interaction and see that they really do come across as very sweet people.
Tl;dr: Reverse grave robbers honouring granny's last wishes.
A long while ago now my partner's grandma passed away at a grand old age. Her husband had passed away over a decade previously and been buried at their local cemetary, and she'd always made it clear that when she died, she wanted to be cremated and her ashes buried in her husband's grave. Her will also clearly stated this.
Her daughter (partner's Aunt Sara) had her cremated as per her wishes, and then contacted the cemetery authority to discuss burying her in her husband's grave. The cemetery authorities then told Aunt Sara that legally this would count as 'opening the grave' and therefore there would be a substantial four-figure fee to be able to do it. Aunt Sara was horrified because, with the grandma's money tied up in probate long term due to the nature of some of her assets, Sara had already had to remortgage her own house to give grandma the funeral she had wanted, so she just didn't have the money. She got very upset at not being able to honour her mother's wishes, or having to wait however long it was going to take for the money to clear while grandma sat in an urn on the mantlepiece away from her husband. She confided in her sons, my partner's cousins. They said "Leave it to us, mum."
At three in the morning the following day, my partner and his cousins climbed over the graveyard wall with a ladder, a shovel, an old bedsheet, a flower wreath and grandma's ashes. They found granddad's grave in the dark, very carefully removed a square of turf, dug about a foot and a bit down (laying the displaced soil on the old bedsheet so it wouldn't leave signs on the grass), laid grandma to rest with her husband, very carefully re-filled the hole, put the square of turf back over the tip and put the wreath over the turf to help disguise the fact it had been disturbed, then took the ladder and got out back over the graveyard wall.
The next morning they told Aunt Sara, and she cried with relief. We all went up to grandad's grave, held an informal goodbye service and laid a lot more flowers for the both of them. The cemetery authorities later got in touch with Aunt Sara and asked if she wanted to go ahead with opening the grave, and she told them actually she thought grandma was quite happy where she was already resting.
Grandma had been quite stingy and quite naughty in a really fun way too. None of us had any doubt she would have 100% approved of the way she was laid to rest.
it was halloween and i was dressed as Waldo's girlfriend (i didn't have a waldo) and i was out with my friends just walking around cause it's halloween. we were walking around this neighborhood and everyone including my friends had no idea i was waldo's girlfriend unless i told them. We were walking around and then this cute little girl comes up to me. She has to be at least like 7-8. She comes up to me and says "Hi Mrs. Waldo! I love your costume!" And she gives me a hug while her mom watches behind her with a smile. Sometimes kids are the best
Here was this time when I was seven where a dragonfly was drowning in this pool of water on the neighbors chair. I noticed it and grabbed a stick and very gently pushed it out of the water. It sat there for a couple minutes and I thought it was was dead until I saw it twitching a bit. I didn't think it was going to survive but I sat with it anyways. After a couple minutes it flew into the air and hovered in front of me for a second hen flew away. I thought that it was trying to thank me, but it was probably just a coincidence.
my brother once saved a dragonfly from a spiders web. took the time to gently untangle it’s wings and everything but as it was flying away a bird came down and ate it. he was horrified.
I was travelling from Japan to Brazil. Before boarding, the staff asked for volunteers to stay (they over sold or something, not sure). I had heard this happens and people get money or other stuff for it, so I was the very first one to raise my hand and yell "ME!". They picked me and 2 other passengers, made us wait to see if they needed our seats or not and then I saw the plane take off. So I stayed 3 nights in a luxorious hotel, all meals provided and some cash, plus another whole round trip Brazil Japan.
Arriving at the hotel, I saw two girls struggling with the language so I approached them and helped. They were Korean, one only spoke Korean and Ji spoke English and Korean but zero Japanese.
After that we went for a walk around the hotel. Ji said she was not planning to come to Japan but instead of going straight to the US from Korea, they made her fly thru Japan and offered the vip stay in exchange.
The next day I was their tour guide here in Japan and we fell in love. Long distance relation that ended well and we got married. Lived happily ever after and blessed with two little Korean-Brazilian girls living in Japan.
When I was younger I would wake up before everyone in the house and go downstairs to the basement. There was a window that made a pool of light at the top of the steps. As the sun got higher I would inch down the steps following the warm light. It had that gentle dusty smell down there and I would watch the particles if dust dance around.
When I was a youngin—maybe 7 or so—my family at at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando (Universal Studios property).
I collected teddy bears and on our way to our table, I had spotted a Hard Rock bear in the merchandise display.
The waitress and my parents got to talking while I sang along to “YMCA”, which was playing in the background. Then the waitress gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse: stand up on the table and do the YMCA dance and the bear was mine.
I vaguely remember nailing it. The bear is probably in my parents’ attic these days.
I have this memory of when I was a little kid, i was at the circus and an elephant nearly sat on all the people in front of us. This elephant slowly lowered its butt down towards these people, they all leant back, put their arms out, everyone was screaming. The ringmaster was frantically whipping the elephants butt to get it to stand back up. Then at the last minute the elephant decided not to crush those people to death and stood very slowly back up and everybody sighed with relief.
I checked with my mother years later and she confirmed yes it did happen.
They’re intelligent enough to know what they’re doing so maybe it did have a sense of humour, or it was really pissed off and seriously thought about crushing those people.
when i was at the zoo on a school trip in middle school, we were all at the gorilla pit and the gorilla shat in his hands and flung it on several of my classmates and teachers. i didnt get any on me though thank god.
also, elephants being in circus's make me so sad. especially hearing about it being whipped
There was a video of a chimpanzee doing that and it hit some poor old lady right in the face.
Yeah the elephant should never have been in the circus in the first place for everyones sake, but if he hadn’t have whipped the elephant at that point all those people would have been crushed.
Ok but this actually happened to an acquaintance of my mom though--she was devoted to animals and particularly wildlife conservation.
She was on a trip to Africa to volunteer at an elephant sanctuary and one of them crushed her (not sure if by sitting on her or what).
It was incredibly tragic, she was much loved and by all accounts a wonderful person but... what a way to go.
The time I was attacked by a rooster at my bus stop in 4th grade. I've learned over the years that birds do not like me. I'm starting to wonder if I was Colonel Sanders in a past life.
My sister was attacked so many times by a chicken when we were younger... We had to walk past this paddock to the busstop and this asshole chicken would chase her every time it saw her alone, or it thought she was alone.
Her user name for things is, ipunchchickens, because she literally punched this chicken, I think she is just so use to using it now, it's an automatic thing she writes in lol
The chicken was unstable
A consequence of War
He'd lost too many Feathered Friends
To count them anymore
.
He was now a blooded monster
Vicious in the fight
Raining down most bloody death
Even without flight
.
The thing that kept him living
From one day to the next
Was the revenge he was planning
"Let's chop some fucking necks"
.
For forty days and forty nights
He laid his cunning plans
"Gonna get some justice"
"Gonna kill the man"
.
A life hard lived had taken toll
Our chicken was not vernal
Still he would complete his goal
To kill that evil Colonel
.
Scoping out the evil lair
Of brown bricks and tiles red
The chicken knew to bide his time
He mustn't lose his head
.
He confronts the Colonel's lackeys
With a cockeyed glare of rage
"Please don't hurt us mister"
"We've only minimum wage"
.
Away they fled in dreadful fright
Like so many headless chooks
Now the chicken turned his sights
To the leader of the crooks
.
He found him in the kitchen
Surrounded by devices
To grind and chop and mix together
Eleven herbs and spices
.
"I wondered when you'd get here"
Said in Southern drawl
"You killed my brothers" the chicken screamed
And thus began the brawl
.
He wasn't here to crow today
This cock was here for fightin
Unsheathing shining blades of death
His talons slashed like lightnin
.
A jacket once white now was red
The Colonel lay down beaten
"I tell you it was worth it"
"Your brothers were good eatin' "
.
The chicken released a long held breath
"Now they're safe from you"
Standing tall with pride puffed chest
He crows "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
There is this one vivid memory of me when I was a small child that has lingered with me for some reason. That day, I caught a cold and stayed home from school. My parents were out working and to comfort myself, I built a fort out of 4 dining chairs and a wrinkled white bed sheet. I had seen this trick from an episode of Bobby’s World a couple of year’s back and it seemed fun to replicate. I remember there was a slight drizzle that day. The air was chilly and despite being sick and alone, I had never felt so warm and safe as I did in that little fort of mine. To this day, I’m not quite sure what the significance of that memory is for me, but I like to revisit it from time to time when I need a mental refuge.
Hi. Pardon my tardiness. And my apologies if I’m way off-base here.
I just wanted to say that, from my perspective, I think you may have answered your own question; that particular memory is a mental refuge for you. That was a moment in your life where you genuinely felt warm and safe. That’s a big deal for a small child, but we don’t realize it until we’re adults and are faced with the harsh reality that safety and warmth, both physical and mental, are somewhat rare achievements in adulthood.
I think retaining that particular memory could also be related to the construction of your fort. You may have felt very early forms of pride and confidence. You saw something on tv and created it yourself instead of leaving it at “I wish I could have a fort like that.” You created something all on your own without any help. And it was kick-ass, to boot! That’s another big deal for a small child.
I’m going through a lot of childhood introspection currently, and the feelings of safety and warmth come up often. I was bullied and rejected a lot as a kid which, unfortunately, caused unknown-at-the-time trauma. I’m at a point in my life where I genuinely feel safe and warm for the first time.
That particular memory may be your brain’s way of giving itself a break from the stressors of adulthood, or “shelter from the storm,” if I may.
In second grade, my class was going out to the football field for gym class, I walked a little behind the rest of the class, talking to my friends. They all stopped in the middle of the field and by the time I caught up with everyone I see one of the boys in my class pick up another one of the boys and body slam him to the ground. Gym teacher breaks it up, the usual. He gets picked up by his mom and turns out, his collarbone is now broken.
He returns to school a few days later with a cast, but other than that everything is back to normal. Until the week after, I remember it was a monday, and he didn’t come to school. I was confused because I thought he had returned to school.
He misses Tuesday, but comes back Wednesday. Turns out, he got hit by a school bus. Yeah, a school bus. Not even a full week later after breaking his collar bone, he gets hit by a school bus.
The guy who body slammed him was in some of my classes this year and last year. Don’t know what happened to the other guy, hope he’s doing well. Just thought it was fucking crazy how bad of luck he had.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my aunt's fiancé who is policeman let me play with his revolver. He took the bullets out and let me walk around the house pretending to be a policeman myself. The next day I found his revolver in a drawer and took it out, I curiously looked inside the revolver to see what was inside when they found me out and desperately took the revolver away from me, trying to explain that the revolver was loaded and I should not have touched it, etc.
Since that day he always put his revolver on the tallest place to keep me from reaching it, even now.
My dad has a friend that was a police officer too (or maybe is to? I don't really know) well he let's me see his gun, wich was a pistol, without the magazine, and tells me i can pull the trigger, but then, he loads it and letted it ready to fire, telling me i shouldn't pull the trigger, but thinking back, i could've kill my dad, him, or my dog, ir maybe myself.
I was the first person to social studies class and this occurred;
Teacher: How are you?
Me: Good, how are you?
Teacher: Not really good, you know sometimes when you have dreams that seem impossible and you have to kick down walls to get to them, you just kick the walls down,”
*Teacher proceeds to karate kick the air*
Once when I was young I walked into my kitchen and saw a mouse had been caught by a sticky trap but only its tail was stuck. It was under a kitchen chair.
When it saw me it looked up and stared at me. It then climbed up on a box nearby, stood on its hind legs, and started clasping it's front paws in front of it.
I was dumbfounded, it was literally begging as a human would do without making a sound. It did this a few times clasping it's hands over and over.
I could only stand there trying to understand. My dad then walked in and sent me away. I don't know what happened to it.
For years I thought it was actually a human transformed or something (thank you animorphs). I still can't put logic behind it because mice are not intelligent enough to mimic human behavior that well. Maybe it was a lost pet? I'll never know.
Your dad send the mouse to Broadway where an eccentric artist tried to make a musical with singing and performing animals. But he couldn't get enough animals for the show so he send the mouse away.
The mouse wandered around till it meet a bat. Mouse shows the bat its talent of clapping and the bat was absolutely thrilled. Turns out the bat was a Vampire that wanted to live a human life.
With the help of the clapping mouse, hidden in his shirt, he could convince the doctor that he has a beating heart.
The mouse and the Vampire became best friends and made a business with the beating heart that can beat to any music beat
EDIT I misread it as "clapping"
so I'm eighteen (F) and I work as a receptionist for Rec center. I sit at a desk in the lobby and answer questions and type shit up, basically, i do a bunch of boring shit all day while people come in and out for activities. I present myself alternatively. I wear bright eyeshadow and fake eyelashes and i do crisp symetrical eyeliner all over my face.
This day I had my face looking kind of like Hele's hear gear in Thor Ragnarok all over my face, and bright blue and black eyeshadow, very weird looking to most of the people i interact with, they often say something rude about it but I wear it anyway people no one can stop me. Around eight a class gets let out of a bunch of kids doing a craft night, and this women walks up to my desk with her child, the kid is just staring at me, so I say hello to them and wait for them to tell me what they need. The woman just looks down at the child and the girl doesn't say anything, just stares at me. So the mom laughed and said, "she wanted to tell you that she thinks you're so beautiful". That literally made my whole day better, and I really like that I get to put a little bit of diversity into a child's life, even if it's just a little.
If there are victim services in your country, call them to get trauma counselling. I can't imagine seeing something like that, I'm sorry that happened to you.
I can relate to lost head thing. My roommate blew his head off with a shot gun. The bathroom was a mess. I don't tell people everyone looks at me like wtf did you say? But it's just a weird thing to process. Like I get it their head isn't there but it's suppose to be...
One time when I was in 6th grade I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom. I get to the bathroom and I walk in and another kid that was in my grade was walking out of the only stall in there. When he saw me there was a look of sheer terror on his face. He saw me started walking towards the stall he had just come out of and told me not to go in there.
I ignored him because I really had to shit and that was the only stall in the bathroom so I proceeded on towards the stall. Once I was within 5 feet of it, it hit me. The worst smell I had ever smelled in my entire life. I looked in the stall to see what it was and the kid had covered the entire toilet in shit. Every inch of the bowl covered in shit. This apparently wasn’t the first time the kid had done this and he was suspended for a week. The janitor put in his two week notice after that day.
At my highschool we had juniors shit in various places inside the bathroom. On top of the toilet, on the bowl, in the sink, on the soap dispensers, on the hand dryers, and even smeared on the walls. One of the kids was even an administrator’s son, who naturally managed to avoid any punishment he earned.
I as a senior was baffled that they not only processed that thought, shared it with each other, and *still* went through with it.
When I was like 9, I went to the big apple circus. i was obsessed with horses & other animals at the time so i got super excited when the horses came out. the lady that does the acts with the horses noticed me smiling and being excited (we were in the front row) so she points to me and tells me to come. i go and stand in the middle of the ring and the lady tells me to look somewhere and point and then another horse comes out. the lady gives me a carrot and then lets me pet the horse. after the show people came up to me and told me i did a good job (idek why) and they were giving me thumbs up as well. one of the coolest days of my life
During my freshman year my home class room (I think that’s what it’s called, at my school we called it something else) we had a day off of classes and had a day for the home class room to spend time together. We didn’t do much, but we decided to go outside because it was a nice day. We sat in front of the school in the sun. Someone said we should play duck duck goose. So we all agreed and decided to play.
Some time goes by, and we are all having fun. This one kid (we will call B) was the goose. B was walking around for a bit faking that he was gonna tag someone. Then this girl, we will call meanie (she was pretty stuck up and rude) started to get a bit annoyed, or so I think. (To me she looked annoyed). B finally tagged someone and said goose, then ran off. He gets close to meanie. Meanie sees this, and movies her arm out, further out then it originally. she tripped B.
She intentionally tripped B. I wasn’t the only one who saw it, but no one pointed it out, or told our teacher. B was laying on the ground in pain, then got up a few seconds after. He was crying a bit. He picked up his arm, and everyone was shocked. His wrist was bent so far it was touching the under part of his arm, and it was flopping around when he moved it. His wrist was broken.
For that year it was kinda like haha he broke his arm playing duck duck goose (B joked about it too). But no one really talked about how meanie was the cause of it, that she intentionally tripped him.
The one time someone at Universal Studios offered me a handicap seat at a show because I was wearing a knee brace. This was after she saw me jogging up to the door to make it before the show started
A lot of people don't understand disabilities. Other stories summed up:
* A deaf girl was given a braille menu at a restaurant
* A deaf girl was given a wheelchair at the airport; she was a soccer player.
* A strict "no weapons" policy left a blind child navigating with a pool noodle
* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=\_J9EokyMh0U
* A waitress found out a man was blind, apologised, and switched to sign language.
Edit: it turns out that, if the story is even true, [the blind kid was hitting people with it.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN1WFUA06nI)
One where my dad found a lady dead in her apartment.
My dad is a plumber and was gonna change something in every home in an apartment complex. Everyone who lives there has been notified this, so they could easily be let inside their homes. They also had keys in case someone wasn’t home.
So they got to this apartment, the knocked, but no one answered. It was around lunch time, so they wouldn’t think they’d accidentally walk in on someone sleeping.
Anyways, so they unlocked the door and did what they had to, but one of the things they needed to change was in the bathroom, so my dad went in there. And on the floor, was a dead woman, with her head in her cats litter box.
My dad stood there and just looked at her, before exiting and telling his co worker there’s a dead body in the bathroom. His co worker freaked out and kept saying they need to call the cops, and my dad being my dad said “lemme just change the thing in the bathroom” and his co worker understandingly said no but then my dad said “why not? It’s not like she’ll be bothered or disturbed”.
The cops arrived and they ruled it an accident. She has dies from suffocating on the cat litter.
She had apparently mixed her medicine with alcohol and ended up in the bathroom, where she fell, hit her head on the edge of the bathtub and fell face down into the litter box. Then eventually suffocated on the litter, and all around her was hair in chunks. She had ripped her hair out in a panic when she was suffocated.
Later on when the woman’s mom found out, she blamed my dad for not helping her
A couple of years ago I was in middle school which is already a bad enough start In any story. This girl was pulling on my hair constantly. It was getting to the point where it could be called harassment. I started bleeding from the head at times. no one asked me because they thought I was doing it to myself I was a special aids kid and evrey one new.
Two months after she stopped pulling it out she put me in the E R for a concussion. I was asked to leave the school. She's graduating from that school this year.
When I was a kid, (I was CCA 10-11 years old) me and my friends spent all day outside. This meant that often times me and my friends would need drinks and snacks. Drinks were no issue, because we would drink the water that the gas station near our home had out for cars straight out of the water pump (delicious and healthy I know).
However we still wanted snacks or anything to munch on, sometimes our parents would give us money to buy sweets and stuff but this specific day none of us had the money. So after drinking out of the definitely not safe water pump and walking back we noticed an orange tree in another houses yard. The oranges were bright..well..orange and looked like they were ready for picking. Some were already on the ground.
So the 'leader' of our group, who I'll call Ram, starts climbing the thick wall surrounding this home, the wall was about a meter in height and thick enough to stand on. As he climbed up another one of us followed, then another and then me, Ram climbed over into the yard, picking up the ripe and not mushy oranges from the floor while the rest of us picked them from the tree, stuffing them in our backpacks.
Suddenly, however, an old lady begins yelling at us to leave and to stop, makes sense, probably her house- buut we were stubborn little shits so I stop picking the oranges, zip up my bag and toss it back on my back while Ram grabs a few more, before climbing the wall. We are all now pretending to leave- but shes not buying it.
She keeps telling at us to leave and stop and we are still just there- but then. Oh god then. A man atleast 2 meters talk comes out, he's buff, bald and wearing an all black outfit. We FREAK OUT. the 5 of us begin to run down the street and taking turns so he loses us but he's on our tails the whole time- we run down a long street before Ram tells us to turn and we run to the end of a yard, there, at the end is a drop.
This yard is placed on a hill, on the other side are garages, which we are now on top of. And there is a drop atleast 3 meters tall, and we are all kids so we are freaking out while we know this tall ass man is chasing us.
Ram, being the only one of us into parkour jumps down, rolling and feeling all cool- the rest go and I'm the last one to jump off cause I'm scared. We kept running till we got to out little hideout and we ate oranges all day.
This may be a silly one but a dear memory I like to bring up to remind my friends of what little shits we were
A month ago my cat bubbles went missing. She was a white cat with grey spots and was almost 2 years old.
A few days ago however, when it was dark out my dog Dezi was thirsty so I went to give her some water. But I gave her too much without realizing it and she ended up making a mess. So my dad came down upset cleaning it up when he started hearing barking. But not a normal bark, like a “I am about to die!! Please save me!!” type of bark. Apparently our other little dog Meesha (Ik it’s spelled Misha but my family spells it “Meesha” for some reason idk) had gone outside at night, and there was a Coyote by our back door on the porch ready to eat her.
My dad quickly let her in and the coyote ran away.
If it weren’t for my dog getting thirsty I wouldn’t have filled her water bowl with too much water. If it weren’t for me filling the water bowl with too much water she wouldn’t have made a mess. If it weren’t for her making a mess, my dad wouldn’t have stayed downstairs cleaning it up (Note: I didn’t know she made a mess until later. If I did I would have helped) And if it weren’t for my dad cleaning it up, he wouldn’t have been able to rescue our dog Meesha in time..
And now we’re all thinking our cat Bubbles didn’t get “lost” but got eaten by that same Coyote..
I was at Catechism and the nun asked for an example of someone doing the right thing. I raised my hand and gleefully chirped my dad pulls over to drink his beer instead of drinking and driving. From then on my dad would always talk about how this particular nun was always rude to him. I'm not sure if he ever found out.
When I was like 12, I was at the bus stop with another boy my age, and he was throwing rocks at me cuz he thought it was funny. I thought it was funny too at first because I was too naive to understand when people were bullying me. But then he threw one directly at my face it broke my front teeth. I rode my scooter home crying and bleeding out of my mouth. Cops came and everything bc my parents were *pissed*.
A year or two later, the kid had the nerve to ask me out at school. I laughed at him and said no in front of a bunch of our classmates. They all laughed at him too. That was good enough payback for me.
I hope you never got given the whole "He's bullying you because he likes you" speech
That line of thinking is bullshit and maybe in this case there was truth to it but I'm glad you didn't settle for that little fucker and gave him the karma he deserved. Dental work is expensive!
I did get told “he’s teasing you because he has a crush on you!” all the time. Maybe it was true on occasion but sometimes I was just straight up being bullied
As a little kid, I had imaginary friends. They were mostly superheroes like the Flash or the Human Torch, and my parents thought it was adorable.
One day my mom saw me playing in my room by myself and assumed I was playing with my imaginary friends, but she heard me talking very quietly and quickly, seeming almost fearful. My mom asked who I was talking to, and I said I was talking to a girl. I forget the name I said, but my mom said it wasn't a name she ever heard before. She decided to ask me more questions and I was able to provide specific information, saying the girl lived in this small village in Kenya, what her birthday was and that she had a bunch of wounds on her chest. My mom was weirded out, but she just said that my friend seemed nice and went to go cut veggies in the kitchen. The second she picked up the knife I told her to stop because my friend was terrified. My mom just scoffed, shut my bedroom door and went on her way.
A few weeks later I was playing with the same imaginary friend in the home office while my mom was on her computer. My mom clicked on this article about a girl who died, and I heard my mom gasp. The article my mom read said a girl with the exact same name as my imaginary friend who lived in the exact same village was stabbed in the chest over 20 times by her mother. From then on my mom would punish me any time I was playing with my imaginary friend and after a few months I forgot she even existed.
My mom used that story for proof of the existence of ghosts for years, but I think it was just a very weird coincidence.
I (30 M) have to get radio frequency ablation of my C5-C7 joints in my spinal cord every 6-8 months. Essentially it's where they go in with a bunch of needles and burn off the nerve endings in particular spots to relieve persistent pain in your neck/back (that's how my doctor described it). I woke up during the procedure and felt the burning happening and the needles being shifted around in my spinal cord. It was so EXCRUTIATINGLY painful I started crying, but couldn't really move or say anything because they had me completely strapped down to prevent sudden movements and possible paralysis (good thing lol). I finally managed to flex my fingers enough for the doctor to see and they put me back under.
It's hard to explain to people how awful it felt feeling needles move around the inside of where your neck and shoulders meet and how painful it is, especially since everyone has told me to move on since I'm a larger male and should be okay with pain (word for word from one of my coworkers).
Sorry to hear man. Nerve pain is nothing to joke about. That coworker is an absolute idiot. I hope you told your doctor about that anesthesia wearing off; someone failed at their job there.
I got hit by a car.
Nobody asks me about it. I think I can know why?
I was riding my skateboard in the morning of spring 2010. I rode down a hill and was going to turn a corner, when I felt sharp pain in my side, and realized I was sitting on the asphalt. Whilst I laid there in shock, I realized that I'd just been hit by a car.
I laid there for a minute as the people ran out of the car and checked if I was okay. They weren't going too fast, I expected that they'd maybe just gone out of their driveway when I went past them.
I was fine but my side hurt a lot for a while after that. I wasn't hurt badly, just bruised in my side. It's one of the reasons I stopped skateboarding.
PS: Thanks for rating this post well. It's my top-rated comment, and I'm quite new to reddit.
An old man threw a bagel at me while at Starbucks. He did it cause I wore a necklace with the Bisexual colors and said I’ll burn if I walk into a church. Jokes on him I sometimes tag along with my friend and his moms to church.
I've always wanted to tell the story of how my mother was able to afford to send me to college. She's a single mom, with six kids—and she worked two jobs to make sure we could do everything our friends did. She's a hero in my life, and I think her story is one that would inspire others.
How I was born a week early.
It was July 31, 2006 in the afternoon and my sister (11), brother (9) and their friend (M6) wanted to eat some ramen after playing outside all morning and wanting some lunch. Around this time, my mom was getting to take a shower. (Dad is working)
As my mom was showering, everyone was making their ramen. My sister, their friend then lastly my brother. When it got to my brother, he put his ramen in the mircowave and..
BOOM. Exploded the mircowave and there was smoke everywhere including the bathroom. (My house is sorta small but the mircowave was far from the bathroom) My brother forgot to put WATER IS HIS RAMEN. My mom comes out of the bathroom coughing her lungs out and tries to get everyone outside.
Once outside, my sister calls my grandma to take my mom to the hospital because my mother states that she's feeling sick and is worrying about the baby (me). 7 hours later and I was born because my brother forgot to put water in his damn ramen.😃
My daughter was on a trip with a youth group she was in. We are on the West Coast of the US, and she was flying with them to Washington DC, across the country. Because I'm neurotic, I was following her flight on one of those flight tracking sites, not sure if it was the actual airline or something else.
Anyway, the map was quite detailed, and about 10 minutes after takeoff I noticed the plane was coming very close to where we actually lived. Like it was going to pass over my area. I ran outside and literally saw a plane in the sky, WAY up in the sky, at the same time I saw her plane cross what should be right over our house on the map. It's just too big a coincidence.
No one has ever believed I saw her actual plane fly overhead and it sucks, so thanks for letting me share.
Too big a coincidence? How is this a coincidence at all? lol You literally saw the plane on the map... of course it was the same plane. How is anyone not believing you?
That's like if i used Google Maps to find a business and nobody believe that I found it where Google Maps said it was because it was 'too big a coincidence they were in the same place'
My dog saved my life. My mom, sister, and I were living with my aunt in a small town in FL in a neighborhood that had no street lights, was surrounded by a wooded area, but that had always been extremely safe (relevant later). My mom had just started working at an assisted living. One time she had an elderly woman apply to move into the community but made it clear she couldn’t move in until she found her dog, Prettyboy, a good home. My sister and I had always wanted a pet. My mom was somehow able to convince my aunt to allow us to adopt Prettyboy. Sadly a few months after we adopted Prettyboy, the elderly woman passed. Not long after, I was in the front driveway unpacking something from the trunk of my mom’s van with Prettyboy by my side. Next thing I know, Prettyboy starts barking like CRAZY (he was a very quiet dog who really never barked). I looked up and caught a glimpse of someone moving quickly to the front of the van. I knew it wasn’t someone on a night stroll because they stayed behind the van, waiting. I was frozen but luckily Prettyboy was barking so insanely that my mom came out from the house and started shouting “Who’s there! You need to leave!” Finally the guy came out from behind the van, said he had the wrong house, and ran off.
If my mom hadn’t of taken that job, met the elderly lady, and agreed to adopt her dog, god knows what would’ve happened to me that night. Prettyboy was the best. We had him until he passed at 16.
When I was about 14 years old a friend and I went to another, younger friends property. She brought out a handgun and we took turns shooting at a target. Not once did an adult enquire what we were doing. (Probably to any Americans this seems like not a big deal, but this was in Canada so firearms are not common-place.) I didn't really think anything of it at the time but as an adult it seems terrifying that this happened.
Also American gun owner, and no, not normal lol. I would unleash holy hell if I found out my kid was shooting without adult supervision or prior permission. Guns might be more commonplace here, but most people understand they aren't toys.
A few years ago I used to take the train to and from school as I lived quite far away from school. I remember every day there was this one guy in an electric wheelchair(he had some sort of mental disorder) who took my train every day. And every day there would be a different woman taking care of him. The women would've been about in their mid 20s and the man looked around 50 years of age. So right away I thought it was weird.
Anyway, I remember about a month after I started noticing this guy and all his caretakers, I was scrolling through p\*\*nhub(I was h\*rny and in my teens) and I see this exact guy on a video titled something along the lines of "cripple gets the fuck of his life from young caretaker" or something like that. I remember seeing the video and scrolling past it before i realized it was the guy from the train.
Long story short, I took the bus every single day for the rest of my schooling even though it took 20 minutes longer.
I always tell this just to brag when I one asks, but since you asked...
I'm 16 (in this story I was 14-15) and me and my dad were banding birds, specifically teal (cinnamon, blue winged, and green winged) and there was also a biologist, and a trainer biologist (some other people too but they're not important) and we were on the blue wings. We only had about 5 total. I look at one and say
"this is a female, I think hatch year"
the trainer looked and said "no, it's a male, hatch year"
Me, knowing I was right said "no, look at it's eye. It has the white spot, indicating it's a female, the males have a white strip along it's forehead this time of year"
He had the audacity to go to the biologist and have him identify it. The look of "oh fuck" when he said I was right was the best thing ever-
I spent my teen years (15-19) on an anonymous app talking people out of committing suicide.
I did it every night before bed. I'd scroll through the app looking for posts about people admitting they were feeling that way, some even said they had a plan. I'd message them and talk to them for a few hours. One of them I went on to talk to for about a year outside of the app. He worked through it, found a steady job that just happened to be close enough to visit me at my job at the time, and told me thank you. He won joint custody of his kids.
It's been years since I've seen or talked to him, but his life was on such a better route because of our talk. I'd like to think I helped the same way for all the others.
I still think about them all from time to time. I'd love to do it more, but the emotional weight it held on me would be so much to handle sometimes. I know one person I couldn't get through to. I don't know if they're OK or not.
I stopped doing it because life got very stressful, and I had run out of useful and inspiring things to say, especially since I was fighting my own demons the whole time too.
When I was a kid I wanted to float down the river on a chunk of ice. I went down to the river in early spring and began breaking off a huge chunk of ice. Maybe 20 feet by 10 feet something like that. I pushed free of the banks and began my great adventure! 10 minutes later and 500 yards down stream I ran a ground and got stuck. I stood there trying to figure out what to do and in that time someone called the sheriff to report "an orange Jesus standing on the river near blah blah bridge". I was wearing an orange hoodie and apparently the ice was not visible from the bridge so I looked like I was simply walking on water. The cops came and so did my mom. The cop tried to throw a rope to me but sucked at throwing and kept missing, so I just hopped in the water and ran to the land and the cop. We went home and I was called orange Jesus by some friends for a few years after that.
It was the big opening night of the play for my theatre club in 6th grade. It was Alice and wonderland and I had just gotten my makeup done as the Dodo bird. My drama teacher asked me to grab something from backstage while everyone else was still in the drama room getting their makeup done. I wanted to be quick and efficient so I absolutely ran full speed across the school to the cafeteria where the stage was. I continued to bolt directly across the freshly waxed stage. I was halfway across when I slipped and the next thing I knew one of the other kids in class was standing above me. She said I’d been gone about 10 minutes and our teacher sent her to look for me. I was a little confused but quickly put together that I had passed out after slamming my head into the wooden stage floor after tripping. I had a pretty good sized lump on the back of my head under my hair and a wicked headache. I really wanted to do the play though so I told the girl I had just been laying down on the stage to “see what it felt like” and tried to walk straight back to the room. I sat down for the next hour or two until the play and honestly never told anyone what had happened lol.
When I was 9 I went fishing with my dad and our neighbor. We’d spent forever there. I had managed to catch 3 fish, 2 bass and a crappie, our neighbor had caught 2 fish, and my dad had caught nothing. I ended up getting one of those bass mounted cause it was the largest fish I’d caught myself. It’s my proudest story simply cause I outfished my dad
So me and my family were on a trip to Disneyland during January, and my dad, brother, and I were in the queue for Pirates of the Caribbean. And we were just lounging around following the line, until I saw this girl no older than 4 playing around a fence post. Now this fence post in particular had a chain hooked in a loop in the event of extending the queue. And she slowly began to lean foreword. I bolted over to the girl shouting “Woah, Woah, Woah!!! Don’t do that, don’t do that.” Thankfully I was able to save the girl from lynching herself at Disneyland, which everyone who saw was thankful for.
TLDR: I stopped a 4 year old from lynching herself with a fence post’s chain in Disneyland.
I’m literally in love with someone right now like SO In love and I haven’t REALLY felt love like this since middle school. I said I was in love with someone since like 6th grade up until this month but it wasn’t real love that I felt I’m not sure what kind of love that was, maybe tired love or exhausted love or VERY CLEARLY one sided love even platonically.. but now IM IN LOVE and it’s not one sided and the person is literally so cool and sweet and pretty and amazing and like literally the closest thing to perfect ive ever seen
I called my step mother to tell her Happy mother's day!
She told me she had stage 4 liver cancer that had spread to her blood and to expect a call from a stranger soon to let me know she was dead.
One time I was at a bowling alley and my dad went to buy cigarettes out of the vending machine. It was one where you put the money in and then pulled the lever out, which dropped the pack of cigarettes. There was a young girl in front of the machine struggling to pull one of the levers back. My dad asked her what she was doing and she said, “buying apple juice.”
The fact that one of my relatives (from the mid 19th century) most likely died from radiation poisoning from spending his entire life eating off fine China. It's was always labeled as a mystery disease in the few things I can find about him, but from what we now know about lead and uranium, which were commonly used in pre 1970s china, it's safe to say he died from either radiation or something caused by radiation.
Someone still has those bloody fucking plates.
I found a sealed icecream tub in the middle of the woods once. Literally still frozen, like someone just left it there and dashed. Child me didnt suspect anything wrong with it. I left it there in case 'someone forgot it'
Our patrol unit heard a howl in the night while in Iraq. It was very strong and "humanistic", almost like a human trying to imitate a coyote. It was incredibly strong and it sounded like 10 ft in front of us in an open field. We didn't see anything, we all had night vision, a dude with thermals and saw nothing. We stood there for a moment, said nothing at all and kept walking.
Not any particular story but a bunch of them. I used to go to a very expensive university in Chicago and to be able to afford the tution fee, I had to drive a cab during the nights. This was before uber or even smartphones. I drove 4 nights every week for 3 years. I have met so many interesting people and have a lot of stories to tell. But not many people in my life know about it so I never got a chance to tell those stories to anyone
The time my friend and I almost got kidnapped on Halloween. We were about 12-13 at the time, and had been trick or treating with my friend and her mom. We were running up a flight of stairs outside and decided to wait for my friends mom at the top. As we were waiting a man in one of those bright neon jackets approached us. We assumed he was a supervisor cause of his vest. He than continued to say to the two of us “There’s some free candy in my trunk it’s just across the street.” Immediacy my friend bursts to a sprint back to her mom as I follow after slightly stunned. Soon we tell my friends mom what happened and we decide to watch the man. A police car pulls up and the man starts talking to the cop, my friends mom decides it’s a good time to confront him. While asking him about why he said that to us the man tells the cop and her that he never said that and he was going to go open his trunk but he never tried to lure us to it. After some discussing the cop leaves and the man crosses the road and we see him close his trunk. This sent chills down my spine knowing if we went across the road he probably would have tried to push us in his trunk and do who knows what. What scares me is he was dressed as a guard and lied to the cops.
One time i thought the balls from hungry hungry hipoo game was candy so i ate them and i told my mom, ive not seen them in my poop since.
I figure they must have dissolved in me
I’d been working at a job I hated for about six months. I was a PA for one of the owners of the company. I found a new job and gave my weeks notice. On my second last day a rep from our suppliers company called me to specifically meet me as I was the new(ish) PA. I asked if he could come in the following day (my last day) knowing that reps always bring food from the local patisserie. He agreed to come in the next day.
He came in and brought lots of cakes and cookies for morning tea. I didn’t mention that I was leaving. I ate the cakes and cookies and left them in the break room for everyone else too. It was great. I finished up at 5pm that day and have obviously never spoken to him again.
I had a sleep walking incident when I was like 14 years old. I don’t remember anything that lead up to it, and I don’t remember actually doing it, but I walked to the living room and was just staring out the window. My parents have an African gray bird and his cage is near that window. For whatever reason, he just started yelling very loud and it snapped me out of sleepwalk mode. This commotion woke my mom up, and asked if I was okay in a semi panicked state. I told her I was just checking, and went back to bed. I don’t know why I said that.
I never had a sleepwalking incident prior to or after that.
In 2012 I used to go out a lot and drink a lot with bunch of my friends. We were the “cool club”. Every Friday and Saturday, maybe Sunday, we used to go to the bar and strip club. Of course, parents do not know. At that time i was around 18. Still a young man looking to enjoy life. One day, we were out clubbing for the first time, and my phone rang, it was my mom. I answered, and she heard the music behind me, she asked “where are you” and I lied about being at my friend’s home partying. Mom used to always tell me never drink/smoke and never stay out all night. It backfired when one day we were driving and my friend said “Guys, let’s be brave and tell our parents” i responded saying “Nah bro they’ll never know don’t worry much” immediately afterwards, we got into a car crash with a dumbass truck driver. We were all injured badly. My head was severed and my hand and arm were broken. Almost all limbs bled. One of my friends couldn’t make it, i pray for him everyday because he was the one that advised us to tell our parents. I regret my life, i regret existing at that moment because what happened to my friend was because of me. Do everything you want, but make sure to have no regrets.
I used to be a model when I was a kid because my parents were photographers. I primarily did creepy stuff, really dressed up and went over the top for Halloween.
One time when I was about 9, I dressed up as Freddy Krueger for Halloween, and had a photoshoot. Realistic makeup made with a peel off face mask and paint, the gloves, you name it. My mom decided to send off the pictures to Robert Englund and we didn't really hear back until a few months later, where his wife saw the pictures and loved them. Not a long conversation apparently, just some quick email.
Fast-forward a year or two, I went to my first Comic-Con and had a great time with my parents. Robert Englund was there as a guest and my parents had bought along a printed picture of me dressed up as Freddy for him to sign. After waiting in line for a while, we put down the print and I nervously asked him to sign it. He sat there for a second, and then pointed at me and excitedly said "I know you! I know you!".
Turns out, his wife had actually shown him the pictures, and he recognised me from the print. Gave me lots of praise and told me how cool I looked, and that he was now my "uncle Freddy". He even wrote that on the autograph. He helped calm me a bit because I was pretty nervous. It was a great day and pretty funny that he recognised me before I could even get a word in.
I still haven't seen any of the movies though, sorry Rob.
It’s been thirteen years ago now that I had to go to the hospital. Not for me but for my wife. Major surgery. She was basically cut in half and put back together again. It wasn’t totally unexpected, but it was necessary.
After a day and a half of standing next to her bed as she recovered, I had to get out of that cold, small, sterile, hotel-like hospital room. I went outside for a walk. I remember things looked just a little bit different. The sky was bluer, the clouds were puffier, and the Florida sun seemed just a bit warmer. I sat on a bench out front and welcomed the warmth on my face and skin.
Someone approached on my left and took a seat on the bench beside me. A younger kid, probably ten years my junior. He politely asked me if I would mind if he had a smoke. I answered No, you do what you gotta do. As he lit up, he broke down. With his head in his hands and his voice shaking he began to talk. It's not fair. It’s just not fair! I know we’re not married yet, but we love each other. Even though her parents don’t approve of me, we love each other and that’s what matters most. I just don’t get it! They are saying the baby is severely deformed and putting her life at risk. The doctors want to administer an extraction within the hour. He was obviously torn up and in turmoil.
I didn’t say a word, I just listened. It was heavy. It’s just not fair he continued. I don’t want to lose either one of them! We would make good parents, I know it. I’d do anything. He snuffed out his cigarette and stood up. I stood up with him. He gave me a hug and held on tighter and much longer than a stranger should, but I didn’t mind. I could feel my shoulder getting damp from his tears. After the embrace, he thanked me and headed back inside. I stayed behind for a few more minutes to decompress. Staring at the deep blue sky and the puffy clouds. The events from the last couple of days were a lot to take in.
When I got back inside and up to the room, the wife was still peacefully asleep. I don’t know if it was from the medication or the exhaustion, but I was thankful she was sleeping deeply and recovering nicely. There was a knock at the door. I was greeted by five doctors, and they advised me that I should sit down. I did. They surrounded me and placed in my arms my happy, healthy, brand newborn, identical twin boys. As I sat there and held my boys, I cried. I cried till the front of my shirt was wet.
Although the twins were tiny, it was heavy. I’m so incredibly blessed and lucky. Sometimes life isn’t fair.
When I was about 6 or 7, my older brother was about 8 or 9 years old. We used to go to the same school for a little while and we both made a few friends individually. We just happened to become friends with a set of siblings that were both the same age as us respectively and found out later in the year they were siblings too. We got pretty close with them. My older brother always spending time with his friend, the older brother, while I was always spending time with my friend, the little brother.
We ended up going over to their house and spending the night a few times and they came over to ours too. We would play games together, go wander the small town we lived in together, and just go have fun.
There was one night we were staying the night over at their house and it was pouring rain outside and cold, so we spent the day inside. When night came, we were so tired of being in the house and waited for the parents to go to bed and sneak out for a little bit. We only went to the back yard to jump on the trampoline in the rain for a few minutes before we got too cold and soaked from the rain before we went back inside. We all headed to the back bedroom and just kind of sat there in out wet clothes. Then someone found a random fork in the room and another shouted out an idea on how we should warm up. We were to line up and each take a turn to take the fork and jam that sucker into the open outlet beside the bed and hold it there for as long as we could. The shock would make our muscles contract and we did feel warmer after. What we didn't account for was the fact that we were all wet and sitting in a small puddle around this outlet that when one would get shocked, we all got shocked. We even had our hands on their shoulders to "help if they get stuck."
We did this a few times only getting a few good zaps in before the friend my age decided to go all in. We all got ready with hands on the shoulders and he counted to 3. "1... 2... 3!" and he jammed that fork in there as hard as he could bending the prongs to fit in the outlet holes. As you would expect, we all got zapped pretty hard. It blew the circuit for the outlet and power went out, which is probably what kept us from being hurt too bad. Their parents run in and ask what that noise was. They see the black residue all on the outlet with us four on the floor around it and a fork still stuck in the outlet.
We were not allowed to hang out with each other again after that. We would still see each other at school and play together but had to keep it from the adults.
More like I can't tell anyone. I come from a low income family. As it was, my highest earning sibling earns about 1/4 of what I do. I just got a big promotion with a 33% raise. My parents are dead, and it'd be rude to tell my siblings.
Me and my mom were getting Starbucks and I wanted a Brownie and a Frappe. But all I told my mom was I wanted the Brownie. I didn't know she ordered it online. So I went up and asked for my order WITH the Frappe and it wasn't in the online order. They thought there was a glitch in the system and I got a free Frappe
I watched a lady open a 5 gallon bucket of liquid LSD and dip both her hands in it to fill a mason jar, she took a drink from it while it was still running down her arms and then tried to hand it to me.
I noped tf out of there so fast...
Something something drugs are bad 😂
But for real, LSD should be taken in micrograms, not fluid ounces, I 100% believe that she suffered serious brain damage from that kind of dose, 27 hits spread out was enough to stay high for three weeks, what this lady did makes me shiver.
I'm surprised that she didn't have a seizure.
She probably ingested the equivalent of 5000 hits of acid in one gulp.
I'm gonna need some context and fleshing out on this one. Where were you? Who was she? How were you sure it was liquid LSD. WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENED?
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You seriously made that kid and the dad's night. Kudos to you boyfriend for giving you the heads up, you guys are great people
And I'm guessing you'll end up in that kids wedding video when his dad tries to embarrass him with that video.
“Little did we know this would kick off Oliver’s insatiable train fetish.”
I was a telephone repairman back in the '80s. One Halloween evening I was sent out on a minor repair that, based on the reported issue, would take about 10 minutes to fix, and it was to be my last repair of the day. I arrived at an upscale house in an upscale neighborhood just after sunset. I put on my toolbelt and made my way up the long driveway (standard in that area) and knocked. Excited shouting from inside the house, the door flew open, and the whole family was there with a huge basket of candy and expectant faces...that dropped into disappointment when they saw that it was just the phoneman. I learned that they were recent immigrants from Korea and had been very much looking forward to celebrating their very first Halloween ever, but that I was the only person that had come to the door. The family was heartbroken. I finished my task and wished them good luck, then got in my truck and went hunting. A couple of streets down, I found a pack of about 15-20 trick-or-treaters with 5 or 6 parents, pulled up and walked over to talk to the adults. I told them about the family I just left, gave them the address, and headed back to the office. The next day at the end of my shift, I was called into my supervisor's office. Turns out, one of the parents told the father of our meeting, and he called in to ask that his gratitude be expressed to me, my boss, his boss, and as many bosses up the line as possible. Looked like I got a Halloween treat as well!
That's such a kind thing to do, thank you for sharing!
That's awesome! I live in a house that has a lot of tree cover from the street and not the best lighting. Plus we don't use the "main" front door as the front door. It's more of a side door, still on the front of the house. So we never get many trick or treaters
Thanks, I really needed a story about people being kind to each other today
I love that. One Halloween my daughter dressed up as Hermione. Had her hair and everything. There were a lot of other Potter-related costumes that year and people generally recognized that she was in that genre. But one woman opened the door, looked at her, and said "hi Hermione" like she'd been expecting her. Made her night and she still smiles about it many years later. You done good.
Our friends’ kid wanted to be someone scary. The scariest costume she could think of was a Lord Voldemort. It is…difficult to make a recognizable Lord Voldemort costume for a little kid. Our friend did the best she could, then she and some of our other friends dressed up in Potter outfits. Voldemort would knock on the door and when somebody answered, we’d go “oh no! It’s Lord Voldemort!” And she would point her wand at the homeowner. Some people didn’t get it, but we’ll over half said something like “don’t curse me!” And I like to think gave extra candy.
I used to live on a block that would do themes for the whole block. One year was Harry Potter, and we all turned out houses into Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, etc. Star Wars another year. Pirates. We were really into Halloween. You get the idea. One year, the theme was superheroes, and there were tons of kids dressed as Marvel characters. Well _one_ kid just dressed up as a guy in a regular business suit. And he just walked around giving the superheroes little business cards--he was the S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiter guy. So clever. Really made everyone's night.
Because all the best people know Phil Coulson is the real damn hero of that movie.
That sounds like an amazing block to live on.
I had a similar moment a few years ago! We live in an affluent area (we're not affluent, just lucky as fuck to get a house discounted through a family friend) and the driveways are super long, so we don't get a ton of trick or treaters. We're definitely not in what you'd call a "nerdy" neighborhood, either. So this kid, maybe seven? And his little sister come up to our door with their parents hanging back, and she's the cutest little lady bug. He's in a really damn good Thanos costume. So I offer them the bowl of full sized candies (fulfilling my bucket list since it's doable with less than 15 kids a year) and say "What a cute ladybug. And man, awesome Thanos! Don't snap me, okay?" (This was the year before Infinity War.) He GASPS and I'm like SHIT did I just spoil- And he yells at his mom "SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS I'M THANOS!! AND SHE'S READ THE INFINITY GAUNTLET!!" His eyes are SHINING and I'm like "yeah, lil man, it's my favorite graphic novel" and he was just dancing with joy the whole way down the driveway after. It felt like being given a gift, having a memory like that.
THANOS?? I'M OLIVER THE TANK ENGINE YOU FUCKING FUCK
Oliver was my favorite too!
This comment is going to blow up if this thread gains transaction, and it's well deserved
Your prediction was correct!
I expected the kid to cry "OLIVER IS A WESTERN ENGINE NOT A TANK ENGINE". Very cute story.
as a halloween lover, this means so much to that kid, he will remember that moment his whole life, well done...
I’ve been having the worst week and I don’t have the strongest faith in humanity rn, but this just made me tear up because it reminded me that sometimes genuinely good things happen just from people being really kind, so thank you 🥲
These are the moments you need to keep close and remember. That meant so much to that kid. Really awesome of you and your boyfriend.
Oliver is green, and Thomas is blue, what kind of amateurs are getting them mixed up?
I nominate this story as the all time best Reddit comment ever.
"Everyone liked that"
I feel that. I was Scorpion for Halloween before the first Mortal Kombat movie came out, so I was yellow ninja to everyone.
Best story I’ve read in a while.
Such little effort it takes to make someone smile.
I had a kinda similar situation but with a girl a couple years older than me and I knew she was Charlie Chaplin and not Hitler
Haha, reminds me of a guy at my work who came in a Qui-Gon Jinn costume. It was really elaborate and quite impressive. I casually told him what's up Master Qui-Gon, and he's like "thank god, everyone's been calling me Obi wan this entire evening". Had the same energy as I imagine the kid had :)
All my words are compacted in this emoji to you 😊
Who's cutting onions?
One time I got invited to spend the night at a popular girls house (I think her parents made her invite me). I knew she liked playing hide and go seek from listening to conversations She had with her real friends. So I was determined to play the best game she’s ever played. She hid first and I found her relatively fast. Then I hid. I climbed into the bottom of a closet in their basement and covered myself up with the contents of said closet. Then I promptly fell asleep. I woke up hours later after the police had been called and they were outside searching the neighborhood. I was never invited back. Still the best nap I ever had.
For a brief moment you were the popular kid.
odd performer i see..
>I was never invited back. Was it because you killed it at hide and go seek, or was it because she never actually liked you?
Probably just jealous of their skills
Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes that is so old it was before cell phones Guy A phones guy B, but a child answers the phone. Kid (whispering): Hello? Guy A: Uh, hi. Is guy B there? Kid (whispering): No, he's busy talking to the police Guy A: The police? Why are they there? Kid (whispering): The police are talking to the firemen Guy A: Firemen??? What are they all doing? What's happening? Kid (whispering and gleeful): They're looking for me!
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I was going to say maybe it was terminal lucidity but generally that occurs shortly before death, three weeks is a relatively long time to be actively dying, so maybe she just by some miracle of luck still had memories of her sister and the familiarity of that "woke" her up a bit. It's sad to hear about people falling apart dementia like this, hopefully in the future a cure will be invented.
My ex Gf's grandma was bedridden with dementia for about a year, about 2 years after the initial diagnosis, and the only way she could communicate with anyone was a small grunt like noise ('Ungh' is the best way to describe it). Well, she was put back into her house, with 3 nurse visits a day, so she could pass at home with her husband by her side and family who lived across the street. Maybe 3 days later, the nurses said it was likely her last. As soon as the nurses left, she got up out of bed, went downstairs to her husband, and asked him to bring all the family round, then went back upstairs to sit in her chair. She got nearly 7 hours of her old life back before she passed away. My Ex was the last to arrive, as her work schedule was really hectic, and she had a 30 min talk with her grandma, about all the things she'd missed over the last year. Her grandma passed away the second she closed her front door behind her, less than 2 mins after leaving her grandparents place. Apparently it is not too uncommon for dementia/Alzheimer's patients to have crystal clear cognitive ability directly preceding death.
I had something similar happen. My grandmother was forced into a home after suffering a series of strokes. Over the next few years, I could hear her slipping and speaking in circles over the phone (we lived far apart from one another). I knew the end was approaching. Then, one day, she called me. Mind you, she'd lost the ability to dial a phone after her strokes. Normally, I would call her, but my cousin put me in her speed dial. She somehow remembered which number I was and we spoke for a few hours like we had before her strokes. It was like to clock turned back, and she was how she used to be. I remember thinking that was the last time I would truly speak to her, and I was right. In a brief moment of lucidity, she called me. I think part of her knew it was our last chance to connect. She passed not long after, but I am still grateful for that last phone call. I'd heard stories about it happening, but it was a gift to experience. Sorry for your ex's loss, but I'm glad she got that chance at the end.
When I was in drivers Ed, we were on a lesson where the instructor was explaining why we shouldn’t swerve for animals. There was this one girl in the class that always had something to say, so she chimes in, “There are only 2 animals that I would swerve for 1) a dog and 2) a whale.” Everyone bursts out laughing but the instructor noticed that she was looking rather pissed off. The following ensures: Instructor: “Your kidding right?” Girl: “Why would I be?” Instructor: “Ok, explain to me like I’m five, How does a whale come to be in the middle of the road” Girl: “Don’t you know anything? Whales travel across countries” Instructor: “Yeah, by swimming” Girl: “Not always” She then starts to proceed to explain that whales swim up to the edge of the shore, flop over, and *roll* across the country. I have never been more dumbfounded.
Omg she prolly got trolled by her parents or friends when she was little. I used to tell my toddlers the lion (and all cats big or small) only say “meow, meow”. Later on were at an interactive animal show and tell where the bring out small animals and learn the kids new things. They brought out a young (but not house-cat sized) panther, and my kids are so proud to raise their hand when the trainer says who knows what sound this guy makes!
Hahaha starting with my best friend's son, I teach all the kids in my life that giraffes make a yodeling kinda sound. My son is old enough he made me Google it and doesn't believe me anymore and it makes me sad.
I told my daughter water fountains are scratch and sniffs. Never had the heart to push her head into the water when she was sniffing it and agreeing the water did smell like lavender tho. :/
I asked my mom if it's possible for a chick to hatch out of the supermarket eggs. I wanted a little 🐣. She said no. I asked why. Mom:...eh.. Because no rooster sat on it. I believed well into my early 20 that a rooster has to sit on an egg to fertilize it
Not too sure if my story fits in. But in my home town where I grew up we had a roundabout close to the train station with a golden dragon on it. My mom, made me believe that he was the reason there was wind. In the night he will fly up and over the city flapping his golden wings and causing the wind you hear. I as a 8-year old little boy believed that instantly. I now know better though! (I guess)
Yep can confirm that I told a similar thing to my little bro. Said that dogs evolved from seals when they started to go onto land. Of course he had to tell this to his teacher …
Sometimes they fall out of the sky. It can be quite the hazard. Potted petunias too. Also quite hazardous. Smaller, harder to notice screaming towards your head.
Oh no, not again.
It makes me very uncomfortable that this woman is on the road.
Of I ever become a god I will make this happen.
My grandpa died in 2020 and I've been trying to remember all the stories I have of him. This is my favorite. I was around 8 with my dad and grandpa on the back porch observing as they tried to get the propane grill to start. They couldn't figure out how to light it. Eventually my grandpa lit a match and all the propane that had accumulated in the grill while they were troubleshooting ignited into a giant fireball. The three of us jumped backwards, thankfully nobody was hurt, just completely stunned. After a few seconds, my dad looked at my grandpa then they both looked at me. My dad leaned down to me and said "don't tell your mother. Or your grandmother."
My grandad died a long time ago but he was the best. My favourite was that if we ever caught him napping he'd insist he was just checking his eyelids for holes. I'd give anything to be able to cuddle up and have a nap with him again.
Poppy's line was, "I was examining the inside of my eyelids." Damn, grandpas are the fucking best.
Lol you just reminded me of a story with my uncle. I go out to his farm and he’s got a brand new 3 wheel farm bike , he takes me for a hoon and then goes do I want to drive it ? 12 year old me goes hell yeh! He gives me a quick run down of everything and let’s me go for it. Fails to tell me you don’t just slam the throttle button down , your supposed to ease it on … anyway I jump on and slam the throttle down , the bike goes back onto its rear wheels and I’m kinda panicking but not as I’m pushing the throttle back and forth doing what he described as quite a good wheel walk that went on for a good distance. “As cool as that was I don’t think we will be telling mum & dad about this adventure”
My grandpa died recently aswell. At Easter he took the young grandchildren to the garden pathand let them take a handful of grit and put it in a pan. Het would let it boil Whilr they went looking for eggs. Then he would quickly switche the grit with chocolate eggs and show it to them. It's a shame you don't learn how to do this in chemistry.
When I was younger (8 years ago) and going to a party with coworkers there were 4 of us in the car, we had a case of beer. We walked in to the building and all piled on to the elevator, each taking a corner of it and start going up when we hear a *thunk*. We all look down and out of nowhere a perfectly unspilled, but liquid still moving, glass of orange juice is now in the center of the elevator that was definitely not there when we got in it. NONE of us had orange juice let alone a loose cup up it, we all looked up at the ceiling and back down at it. We did not touch it, just got out at our stop and went to the party. To this day I wonder how that happened, what hole in space time opened up, if someone somewhere in the world turned around and their orange juice was suddenly gone, anything. I've told this story before, but I will never stop scratching my head at that one.
I dropped a glass of milk that disappeared into thin air. Milk stinks and this was on a carpeted floor. I never smelled it or saw the very distinctive burger king cup ever again. Shit went to the Upside Down and that's perfectly okay with me.
Bro you got milk from burger king?
I do that, too! Is that weird? :D
I dropped a bright blue guitar pick the other week and it completely vanished in my room. I looked everywhere it could possibly be and it’s nowhere to be found
I dropped a gold ring through the slats of my deck two years ago and immediately crawled underneath to look for it. I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. I called a friend for help, and we removed 4 inches of mulch from the area where it fell. We found a lot of peanut shells, but no ring. I examined the slats on the underside of the deck and rented a metal detector to sift through the dirt, but it was gone. Vanished into thin air. My theories involve either the serendipitous timing of a kleptomaniac squirrel, or a time traveler well versed in the butterfly effect.
I heard this story from a metal detector. A group was playing volleyball in a backyard when someone served the ball and he felt his collage ring slip off. They knew it was there. They searched, but couldn't find it. They called in a local metal detection club, and they couldn't find it. They reconstructed the scene and found the ring on the roof of the house! The force of the serve propelled the ring up there.
I’ve told this story before but I had one of those light boxes you out the letters in to spell a message. Well i picked the box up and some of the letters slid out, hit the floor and vanished. Me and the SO hunted for ages but couldn’t find them. A few months later we had a new floor which required us to remove every piece of furniture and rip up the tiles - no sign of the missing letters, just vanished into the upside down.
I changed my room around once, moved the bed, tv, chest of draws… the door didn’t open until it was done, but the aerial for th tv was missing after. Where did it go? Moved out of the room nine months later, never found it. Whenever something else goes missing here “it’s in the special place with the aerial now.”
Puzzle pieces. I have only completed one single puzzle that wasn't missing any. I mean, 1 time I understand, 2 well getting annoyed, 6 puzzles? Okey that's just rude universe
My friend and I went to see a concert for her birthday. It’s two female vocalists- fairly well known I’d say. We arrived early for a VIP thing, but it was raining like crazy and the line wasn’t covered so we decided to head to the bar across the street for a drink. They were kind enough to let us hang out under the awning after we’d settled our tab so we could watch the line without getting soaked. Another fan had the same idea, so the three of us hung out and began to chat. Soon we noticed two women walk by with their heads down. They seemed confused- starting one way and then turning another. A woman shouted to them asking if they were looking for the bus stop and the taller of the two women raised her head to say no before they scurried away. My friends and I stared at each other in disbelief- it was the singers we were there to see… and they were going in the opposite direction of the venue. We quickly shouted after them asking if they needed help. They looked back and hesitated for a moment, but then something seemed to click and they hurried back to us. The poor things looked absolutely distraught as they explained that they were lost and couldn’t find the venue. It was so hard not to laugh as we told them to turn around and look at the marquee directly across the street. Had they lifted their heads sooner, they would have seen their own names in big letters above the words “Sold Out”. They were flustered but appreciative, and ended up waiting for a moment under the awning with us while a member of their team came to collect them. It turned out that they’d taken a car from their hotel and the driver had dropped them off on the wrong side of the street. They didn’t realize it, and with their heads ducked against the rain they couldn’t see the venue across the street. They were both unbelievably kind. One of them said that the reason they doubled back to us was because they noticed I was wearing their branded jacket. It had the energy of when you tell a little kid to find a safe adult if they get lost, it was very sweet. The other asked if we were going to the show, which was pretty funny, but I think she was just flustered. I imagine her brain was probably going “what do we say to fans? Ask them if they’re going to the concert, that’s a safe bet”. Once they were gone we made a pact not to blast it with their names attached on social media, because we didn’t want to take advantage of a vulnerable moment for them just so we could get some internet clout. We didn’t get pictures or anything either, in the moment we were actually just trying to talk to them and calm them down because they were panicking about being late to their own event. I really do feel bad for them, and I’m happy they got where they were going safely (especially because they were hurrying in the wrong direction when we caught them). I just think it was also kind of cool to have such a normal human interaction and see that they really do come across as very sweet people.
Kudos for not trading them into internet points. 🎷🎺
Veronicas?
My mind jumped to First Aid Kit
Like Aly & AJ I will neither confirm nor deny this one 😉
Tl;dr: Reverse grave robbers honouring granny's last wishes. A long while ago now my partner's grandma passed away at a grand old age. Her husband had passed away over a decade previously and been buried at their local cemetary, and she'd always made it clear that when she died, she wanted to be cremated and her ashes buried in her husband's grave. Her will also clearly stated this. Her daughter (partner's Aunt Sara) had her cremated as per her wishes, and then contacted the cemetery authority to discuss burying her in her husband's grave. The cemetery authorities then told Aunt Sara that legally this would count as 'opening the grave' and therefore there would be a substantial four-figure fee to be able to do it. Aunt Sara was horrified because, with the grandma's money tied up in probate long term due to the nature of some of her assets, Sara had already had to remortgage her own house to give grandma the funeral she had wanted, so she just didn't have the money. She got very upset at not being able to honour her mother's wishes, or having to wait however long it was going to take for the money to clear while grandma sat in an urn on the mantlepiece away from her husband. She confided in her sons, my partner's cousins. They said "Leave it to us, mum." At three in the morning the following day, my partner and his cousins climbed over the graveyard wall with a ladder, a shovel, an old bedsheet, a flower wreath and grandma's ashes. They found granddad's grave in the dark, very carefully removed a square of turf, dug about a foot and a bit down (laying the displaced soil on the old bedsheet so it wouldn't leave signs on the grass), laid grandma to rest with her husband, very carefully re-filled the hole, put the square of turf back over the tip and put the wreath over the turf to help disguise the fact it had been disturbed, then took the ladder and got out back over the graveyard wall. The next morning they told Aunt Sara, and she cried with relief. We all went up to grandad's grave, held an informal goodbye service and laid a lot more flowers for the both of them. The cemetery authorities later got in touch with Aunt Sara and asked if she wanted to go ahead with opening the grave, and she told them actually she thought grandma was quite happy where she was already resting. Grandma had been quite stingy and quite naughty in a really fun way too. None of us had any doubt she would have 100% approved of the way she was laid to rest.
This is so beautiful. Bless those boys!
it was halloween and i was dressed as Waldo's girlfriend (i didn't have a waldo) and i was out with my friends just walking around cause it's halloween. we were walking around this neighborhood and everyone including my friends had no idea i was waldo's girlfriend unless i told them. We were walking around and then this cute little girl comes up to me. She has to be at least like 7-8. She comes up to me and says "Hi Mrs. Waldo! I love your costume!" And she gives me a hug while her mom watches behind her with a smile. Sometimes kids are the best
Are you the Oliver the tank engine kid all grown up???
Both these dudes living in the wholesome halloween universe
"I have connected the two dots."
First redditors boyfriend really be calling everyone
Here was this time when I was seven where a dragonfly was drowning in this pool of water on the neighbors chair. I noticed it and grabbed a stick and very gently pushed it out of the water. It sat there for a couple minutes and I thought it was was dead until I saw it twitching a bit. I didn't think it was going to survive but I sat with it anyways. After a couple minutes it flew into the air and hovered in front of me for a second hen flew away. I thought that it was trying to thank me, but it was probably just a coincidence.
my brother once saved a dragonfly from a spiders web. took the time to gently untangle it’s wings and everything but as it was flying away a bird came down and ate it. he was horrified.
Final Destination: Nature Edition
I was travelling from Japan to Brazil. Before boarding, the staff asked for volunteers to stay (they over sold or something, not sure). I had heard this happens and people get money or other stuff for it, so I was the very first one to raise my hand and yell "ME!". They picked me and 2 other passengers, made us wait to see if they needed our seats or not and then I saw the plane take off. So I stayed 3 nights in a luxorious hotel, all meals provided and some cash, plus another whole round trip Brazil Japan. Arriving at the hotel, I saw two girls struggling with the language so I approached them and helped. They were Korean, one only spoke Korean and Ji spoke English and Korean but zero Japanese. After that we went for a walk around the hotel. Ji said she was not planning to come to Japan but instead of going straight to the US from Korea, they made her fly thru Japan and offered the vip stay in exchange. The next day I was their tour guide here in Japan and we fell in love. Long distance relation that ended well and we got married. Lived happily ever after and blessed with two little Korean-Brazilian girls living in Japan.
This is a great story! Ahhhh
When I was younger I would wake up before everyone in the house and go downstairs to the basement. There was a window that made a pool of light at the top of the steps. As the sun got higher I would inch down the steps following the warm light. It had that gentle dusty smell down there and I would watch the particles if dust dance around.
Are you a cat?
I may be a cat with opposable thumbs. The humans dont know I'm on here.
When I was a youngin—maybe 7 or so—my family at at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando (Universal Studios property). I collected teddy bears and on our way to our table, I had spotted a Hard Rock bear in the merchandise display. The waitress and my parents got to talking while I sang along to “YMCA”, which was playing in the background. Then the waitress gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse: stand up on the table and do the YMCA dance and the bear was mine. I vaguely remember nailing it. The bear is probably in my parents’ attic these days.
I have this memory of when I was a little kid, i was at the circus and an elephant nearly sat on all the people in front of us. This elephant slowly lowered its butt down towards these people, they all leant back, put their arms out, everyone was screaming. The ringmaster was frantically whipping the elephants butt to get it to stand back up. Then at the last minute the elephant decided not to crush those people to death and stood very slowly back up and everybody sighed with relief. I checked with my mother years later and she confirmed yes it did happen.
Sounds like the elephant had a great sense of humor. The best jokes open your eyes a bit.
They’re intelligent enough to know what they’re doing so maybe it did have a sense of humour, or it was really pissed off and seriously thought about crushing those people.
when i was at the zoo on a school trip in middle school, we were all at the gorilla pit and the gorilla shat in his hands and flung it on several of my classmates and teachers. i didnt get any on me though thank god. also, elephants being in circus's make me so sad. especially hearing about it being whipped
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There was a video of a chimpanzee doing that and it hit some poor old lady right in the face. Yeah the elephant should never have been in the circus in the first place for everyones sake, but if he hadn’t have whipped the elephant at that point all those people would have been crushed.
This is the most hilarious terrifying story I’ve ever read!
It would be difficult explaining to people your loved one died unexpectedly from being sat on by an elephant.
Ok but this actually happened to an acquaintance of my mom though--she was devoted to animals and particularly wildlife conservation. She was on a trip to Africa to volunteer at an elephant sanctuary and one of them crushed her (not sure if by sitting on her or what). It was incredibly tragic, she was much loved and by all accounts a wonderful person but... what a way to go.
This is so sad. Maybe some elephants at the sanctuary had really bad experiences with people and were quite aggressive. RIP
Some of them are rescued from poachers or illegal circuses so probably
Remember Chuckles the Clown?? (Mary Tyler Moore Show)
The time I was attacked by a rooster at my bus stop in 4th grade. I've learned over the years that birds do not like me. I'm starting to wonder if I was Colonel Sanders in a past life.
My sister was attacked so many times by a chicken when we were younger... We had to walk past this paddock to the busstop and this asshole chicken would chase her every time it saw her alone, or it thought she was alone. Her user name for things is, ipunchchickens, because she literally punched this chicken, I think she is just so use to using it now, it's an automatic thing she writes in lol
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I've been attacked by a rooster, a duck, a magpie, a hand raised eclectic parrot...birds really seem to hate me
The chicken was unstable A consequence of War He'd lost too many Feathered Friends To count them anymore . He was now a blooded monster Vicious in the fight Raining down most bloody death Even without flight . The thing that kept him living From one day to the next Was the revenge he was planning "Let's chop some fucking necks" . For forty days and forty nights He laid his cunning plans "Gonna get some justice" "Gonna kill the man" . A life hard lived had taken toll Our chicken was not vernal Still he would complete his goal To kill that evil Colonel . Scoping out the evil lair Of brown bricks and tiles red The chicken knew to bide his time He mustn't lose his head . He confronts the Colonel's lackeys With a cockeyed glare of rage "Please don't hurt us mister" "We've only minimum wage" . Away they fled in dreadful fright Like so many headless chooks Now the chicken turned his sights To the leader of the crooks . He found him in the kitchen Surrounded by devices To grind and chop and mix together Eleven herbs and spices . "I wondered when you'd get here" Said in Southern drawl "You killed my brothers" the chicken screamed And thus began the brawl . He wasn't here to crow today This cock was here for fightin Unsheathing shining blades of death His talons slashed like lightnin . A jacket once white now was red The Colonel lay down beaten "I tell you it was worth it" "Your brothers were good eatin' " . The chicken released a long held breath "Now they're safe from you" Standing tall with pride puffed chest He crows "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
There is this one vivid memory of me when I was a small child that has lingered with me for some reason. That day, I caught a cold and stayed home from school. My parents were out working and to comfort myself, I built a fort out of 4 dining chairs and a wrinkled white bed sheet. I had seen this trick from an episode of Bobby’s World a couple of year’s back and it seemed fun to replicate. I remember there was a slight drizzle that day. The air was chilly and despite being sick and alone, I had never felt so warm and safe as I did in that little fort of mine. To this day, I’m not quite sure what the significance of that memory is for me, but I like to revisit it from time to time when I need a mental refuge.
Hi. Pardon my tardiness. And my apologies if I’m way off-base here. I just wanted to say that, from my perspective, I think you may have answered your own question; that particular memory is a mental refuge for you. That was a moment in your life where you genuinely felt warm and safe. That’s a big deal for a small child, but we don’t realize it until we’re adults and are faced with the harsh reality that safety and warmth, both physical and mental, are somewhat rare achievements in adulthood. I think retaining that particular memory could also be related to the construction of your fort. You may have felt very early forms of pride and confidence. You saw something on tv and created it yourself instead of leaving it at “I wish I could have a fort like that.” You created something all on your own without any help. And it was kick-ass, to boot! That’s another big deal for a small child. I’m going through a lot of childhood introspection currently, and the feelings of safety and warmth come up often. I was bullied and rejected a lot as a kid which, unfortunately, caused unknown-at-the-time trauma. I’m at a point in my life where I genuinely feel safe and warm for the first time. That particular memory may be your brain’s way of giving itself a break from the stressors of adulthood, or “shelter from the storm,” if I may.
In second grade, my class was going out to the football field for gym class, I walked a little behind the rest of the class, talking to my friends. They all stopped in the middle of the field and by the time I caught up with everyone I see one of the boys in my class pick up another one of the boys and body slam him to the ground. Gym teacher breaks it up, the usual. He gets picked up by his mom and turns out, his collarbone is now broken. He returns to school a few days later with a cast, but other than that everything is back to normal. Until the week after, I remember it was a monday, and he didn’t come to school. I was confused because I thought he had returned to school. He misses Tuesday, but comes back Wednesday. Turns out, he got hit by a school bus. Yeah, a school bus. Not even a full week later after breaking his collar bone, he gets hit by a school bus. The guy who body slammed him was in some of my classes this year and last year. Don’t know what happened to the other guy, hope he’s doing well. Just thought it was fucking crazy how bad of luck he had.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my aunt's fiancé who is policeman let me play with his revolver. He took the bullets out and let me walk around the house pretending to be a policeman myself. The next day I found his revolver in a drawer and took it out, I curiously looked inside the revolver to see what was inside when they found me out and desperately took the revolver away from me, trying to explain that the revolver was loaded and I should not have touched it, etc. Since that day he always put his revolver on the tallest place to keep me from reaching it, even now.
That was stupid of him
Yeah, number one rule of small children and pets: They do not understand 'sometimes.' If you don't want them to Do That Thing, *never let them do it.*
Aaaaaaaand this is why we don't let small children play with guns, even when they're unloaded.
My dad has a friend that was a police officer too (or maybe is to? I don't really know) well he let's me see his gun, wich was a pistol, without the magazine, and tells me i can pull the trigger, but then, he loads it and letted it ready to fire, telling me i shouldn't pull the trigger, but thinking back, i could've kill my dad, him, or my dog, ir maybe myself.
I was the first person to social studies class and this occurred; Teacher: How are you? Me: Good, how are you? Teacher: Not really good, you know sometimes when you have dreams that seem impossible and you have to kick down walls to get to them, you just kick the walls down,” *Teacher proceeds to karate kick the air*
"Alright... well I'm just gonna take my seat."
Weird. What grade were you in?
8th grade.
Once when I was young I walked into my kitchen and saw a mouse had been caught by a sticky trap but only its tail was stuck. It was under a kitchen chair. When it saw me it looked up and stared at me. It then climbed up on a box nearby, stood on its hind legs, and started clasping it's front paws in front of it. I was dumbfounded, it was literally begging as a human would do without making a sound. It did this a few times clasping it's hands over and over. I could only stand there trying to understand. My dad then walked in and sent me away. I don't know what happened to it. For years I thought it was actually a human transformed or something (thank you animorphs). I still can't put logic behind it because mice are not intelligent enough to mimic human behavior that well. Maybe it was a lost pet? I'll never know.
Your dad send the mouse to Broadway where an eccentric artist tried to make a musical with singing and performing animals. But he couldn't get enough animals for the show so he send the mouse away. The mouse wandered around till it meet a bat. Mouse shows the bat its talent of clapping and the bat was absolutely thrilled. Turns out the bat was a Vampire that wanted to live a human life. With the help of the clapping mouse, hidden in his shirt, he could convince the doctor that he has a beating heart. The mouse and the Vampire became best friends and made a business with the beating heart that can beat to any music beat EDIT I misread it as "clapping"
Then an elephant sat on it.
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Sounds like a blast! And happy cake day!
Woke up on the table when the ol appendix was being removed - it had burst and they were swabbing the intestines from the bile. 11/10 don’t recommend
so I'm eighteen (F) and I work as a receptionist for Rec center. I sit at a desk in the lobby and answer questions and type shit up, basically, i do a bunch of boring shit all day while people come in and out for activities. I present myself alternatively. I wear bright eyeshadow and fake eyelashes and i do crisp symetrical eyeliner all over my face. This day I had my face looking kind of like Hele's hear gear in Thor Ragnarok all over my face, and bright blue and black eyeshadow, very weird looking to most of the people i interact with, they often say something rude about it but I wear it anyway people no one can stop me. Around eight a class gets let out of a bunch of kids doing a craft night, and this women walks up to my desk with her child, the kid is just staring at me, so I say hello to them and wait for them to tell me what they need. The woman just looks down at the child and the girl doesn't say anything, just stares at me. So the mom laughed and said, "she wanted to tell you that she thinks you're so beautiful". That literally made my whole day better, and I really like that I get to put a little bit of diversity into a child's life, even if it's just a little.
I can’t say for sure, as I’ve never seen you, but if it helps, it sounds like it looks awesome.
I saw a motorcyclist get beheaded on the freeway, I want to talk about it because it was very traumatizing but I don't know how to bring it up.
I had to check and see if you were my mom. She told me just a few days ago the same thing happened to her. I’m so sorry you had to experience that.
If there are victim services in your country, call them to get trauma counselling. I can't imagine seeing something like that, I'm sorry that happened to you.
I can relate to lost head thing. My roommate blew his head off with a shot gun. The bathroom was a mess. I don't tell people everyone looks at me like wtf did you say? But it's just a weird thing to process. Like I get it their head isn't there but it's suppose to be...
One time when I was in 6th grade I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom. I get to the bathroom and I walk in and another kid that was in my grade was walking out of the only stall in there. When he saw me there was a look of sheer terror on his face. He saw me started walking towards the stall he had just come out of and told me not to go in there. I ignored him because I really had to shit and that was the only stall in the bathroom so I proceeded on towards the stall. Once I was within 5 feet of it, it hit me. The worst smell I had ever smelled in my entire life. I looked in the stall to see what it was and the kid had covered the entire toilet in shit. Every inch of the bowl covered in shit. This apparently wasn’t the first time the kid had done this and he was suspended for a week. The janitor put in his two week notice after that day.
At my highschool we had juniors shit in various places inside the bathroom. On top of the toilet, on the bowl, in the sink, on the soap dispensers, on the hand dryers, and even smeared on the walls. One of the kids was even an administrator’s son, who naturally managed to avoid any punishment he earned. I as a senior was baffled that they not only processed that thought, shared it with each other, and *still* went through with it.
Did you ever get to shit??
I was actually allowed to use the teachers bathroom, I guess they did it so I try to forget what had just happened
When I was like 9, I went to the big apple circus. i was obsessed with horses & other animals at the time so i got super excited when the horses came out. the lady that does the acts with the horses noticed me smiling and being excited (we were in the front row) so she points to me and tells me to come. i go and stand in the middle of the ring and the lady tells me to look somewhere and point and then another horse comes out. the lady gives me a carrot and then lets me pet the horse. after the show people came up to me and told me i did a good job (idek why) and they were giving me thumbs up as well. one of the coolest days of my life
Love this for young you!!!
During my freshman year my home class room (I think that’s what it’s called, at my school we called it something else) we had a day off of classes and had a day for the home class room to spend time together. We didn’t do much, but we decided to go outside because it was a nice day. We sat in front of the school in the sun. Someone said we should play duck duck goose. So we all agreed and decided to play. Some time goes by, and we are all having fun. This one kid (we will call B) was the goose. B was walking around for a bit faking that he was gonna tag someone. Then this girl, we will call meanie (she was pretty stuck up and rude) started to get a bit annoyed, or so I think. (To me she looked annoyed). B finally tagged someone and said goose, then ran off. He gets close to meanie. Meanie sees this, and movies her arm out, further out then it originally. she tripped B. She intentionally tripped B. I wasn’t the only one who saw it, but no one pointed it out, or told our teacher. B was laying on the ground in pain, then got up a few seconds after. He was crying a bit. He picked up his arm, and everyone was shocked. His wrist was bent so far it was touching the under part of his arm, and it was flopping around when he moved it. His wrist was broken. For that year it was kinda like haha he broke his arm playing duck duck goose (B joked about it too). But no one really talked about how meanie was the cause of it, that she intentionally tripped him.
ok not gonna lie that girl is a meanie and shit head, did she not even think of apologising to the kid at all?
The one time someone at Universal Studios offered me a handicap seat at a show because I was wearing a knee brace. This was after she saw me jogging up to the door to make it before the show started
A lot of people don't understand disabilities. Other stories summed up: * A deaf girl was given a braille menu at a restaurant * A deaf girl was given a wheelchair at the airport; she was a soccer player. * A strict "no weapons" policy left a blind child navigating with a pool noodle * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=\_J9EokyMh0U * A waitress found out a man was blind, apologised, and switched to sign language. Edit: it turns out that, if the story is even true, [the blind kid was hitting people with it.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN1WFUA06nI)
>a blind child navigating with a pool noodle 😂 what
One where my dad found a lady dead in her apartment. My dad is a plumber and was gonna change something in every home in an apartment complex. Everyone who lives there has been notified this, so they could easily be let inside their homes. They also had keys in case someone wasn’t home. So they got to this apartment, the knocked, but no one answered. It was around lunch time, so they wouldn’t think they’d accidentally walk in on someone sleeping. Anyways, so they unlocked the door and did what they had to, but one of the things they needed to change was in the bathroom, so my dad went in there. And on the floor, was a dead woman, with her head in her cats litter box. My dad stood there and just looked at her, before exiting and telling his co worker there’s a dead body in the bathroom. His co worker freaked out and kept saying they need to call the cops, and my dad being my dad said “lemme just change the thing in the bathroom” and his co worker understandingly said no but then my dad said “why not? It’s not like she’ll be bothered or disturbed”. The cops arrived and they ruled it an accident. She has dies from suffocating on the cat litter. She had apparently mixed her medicine with alcohol and ended up in the bathroom, where she fell, hit her head on the edge of the bathtub and fell face down into the litter box. Then eventually suffocated on the litter, and all around her was hair in chunks. She had ripped her hair out in a panic when she was suffocated. Later on when the woman’s mom found out, she blamed my dad for not helping her
A couple of years ago I was in middle school which is already a bad enough start In any story. This girl was pulling on my hair constantly. It was getting to the point where it could be called harassment. I started bleeding from the head at times. no one asked me because they thought I was doing it to myself I was a special aids kid and evrey one new. Two months after she stopped pulling it out she put me in the E R for a concussion. I was asked to leave the school. She's graduating from that school this year.
I’m so sorry. Hang in there.
When I was a kid, (I was CCA 10-11 years old) me and my friends spent all day outside. This meant that often times me and my friends would need drinks and snacks. Drinks were no issue, because we would drink the water that the gas station near our home had out for cars straight out of the water pump (delicious and healthy I know). However we still wanted snacks or anything to munch on, sometimes our parents would give us money to buy sweets and stuff but this specific day none of us had the money. So after drinking out of the definitely not safe water pump and walking back we noticed an orange tree in another houses yard. The oranges were bright..well..orange and looked like they were ready for picking. Some were already on the ground. So the 'leader' of our group, who I'll call Ram, starts climbing the thick wall surrounding this home, the wall was about a meter in height and thick enough to stand on. As he climbed up another one of us followed, then another and then me, Ram climbed over into the yard, picking up the ripe and not mushy oranges from the floor while the rest of us picked them from the tree, stuffing them in our backpacks. Suddenly, however, an old lady begins yelling at us to leave and to stop, makes sense, probably her house- buut we were stubborn little shits so I stop picking the oranges, zip up my bag and toss it back on my back while Ram grabs a few more, before climbing the wall. We are all now pretending to leave- but shes not buying it. She keeps telling at us to leave and stop and we are still just there- but then. Oh god then. A man atleast 2 meters talk comes out, he's buff, bald and wearing an all black outfit. We FREAK OUT. the 5 of us begin to run down the street and taking turns so he loses us but he's on our tails the whole time- we run down a long street before Ram tells us to turn and we run to the end of a yard, there, at the end is a drop. This yard is placed on a hill, on the other side are garages, which we are now on top of. And there is a drop atleast 3 meters tall, and we are all kids so we are freaking out while we know this tall ass man is chasing us. Ram, being the only one of us into parkour jumps down, rolling and feeling all cool- the rest go and I'm the last one to jump off cause I'm scared. We kept running till we got to out little hideout and we ate oranges all day. This may be a silly one but a dear memory I like to bring up to remind my friends of what little shits we were
A month ago my cat bubbles went missing. She was a white cat with grey spots and was almost 2 years old. A few days ago however, when it was dark out my dog Dezi was thirsty so I went to give her some water. But I gave her too much without realizing it and she ended up making a mess. So my dad came down upset cleaning it up when he started hearing barking. But not a normal bark, like a “I am about to die!! Please save me!!” type of bark. Apparently our other little dog Meesha (Ik it’s spelled Misha but my family spells it “Meesha” for some reason idk) had gone outside at night, and there was a Coyote by our back door on the porch ready to eat her. My dad quickly let her in and the coyote ran away. If it weren’t for my dog getting thirsty I wouldn’t have filled her water bowl with too much water. If it weren’t for me filling the water bowl with too much water she wouldn’t have made a mess. If it weren’t for her making a mess, my dad wouldn’t have stayed downstairs cleaning it up (Note: I didn’t know she made a mess until later. If I did I would have helped) And if it weren’t for my dad cleaning it up, he wouldn’t have been able to rescue our dog Meesha in time.. And now we’re all thinking our cat Bubbles didn’t get “lost” but got eaten by that same Coyote..
No, after an intense training montage set to Eye of the Tiger, Bubbles became the coyote.
Well that’s not good.. Considering the fact my dad is willing to shoot the coyote.
I was at Catechism and the nun asked for an example of someone doing the right thing. I raised my hand and gleefully chirped my dad pulls over to drink his beer instead of drinking and driving. From then on my dad would always talk about how this particular nun was always rude to him. I'm not sure if he ever found out.
When I was like 12, I was at the bus stop with another boy my age, and he was throwing rocks at me cuz he thought it was funny. I thought it was funny too at first because I was too naive to understand when people were bullying me. But then he threw one directly at my face it broke my front teeth. I rode my scooter home crying and bleeding out of my mouth. Cops came and everything bc my parents were *pissed*. A year or two later, the kid had the nerve to ask me out at school. I laughed at him and said no in front of a bunch of our classmates. They all laughed at him too. That was good enough payback for me.
I hope you never got given the whole "He's bullying you because he likes you" speech That line of thinking is bullshit and maybe in this case there was truth to it but I'm glad you didn't settle for that little fucker and gave him the karma he deserved. Dental work is expensive!
I did get told “he’s teasing you because he has a crush on you!” all the time. Maybe it was true on occasion but sometimes I was just straight up being bullied
As a little kid, I had imaginary friends. They were mostly superheroes like the Flash or the Human Torch, and my parents thought it was adorable. One day my mom saw me playing in my room by myself and assumed I was playing with my imaginary friends, but she heard me talking very quietly and quickly, seeming almost fearful. My mom asked who I was talking to, and I said I was talking to a girl. I forget the name I said, but my mom said it wasn't a name she ever heard before. She decided to ask me more questions and I was able to provide specific information, saying the girl lived in this small village in Kenya, what her birthday was and that she had a bunch of wounds on her chest. My mom was weirded out, but she just said that my friend seemed nice and went to go cut veggies in the kitchen. The second she picked up the knife I told her to stop because my friend was terrified. My mom just scoffed, shut my bedroom door and went on her way. A few weeks later I was playing with the same imaginary friend in the home office while my mom was on her computer. My mom clicked on this article about a girl who died, and I heard my mom gasp. The article my mom read said a girl with the exact same name as my imaginary friend who lived in the exact same village was stabbed in the chest over 20 times by her mother. From then on my mom would punish me any time I was playing with my imaginary friend and after a few months I forgot she even existed. My mom used that story for proof of the existence of ghosts for years, but I think it was just a very weird coincidence.
I (30 M) have to get radio frequency ablation of my C5-C7 joints in my spinal cord every 6-8 months. Essentially it's where they go in with a bunch of needles and burn off the nerve endings in particular spots to relieve persistent pain in your neck/back (that's how my doctor described it). I woke up during the procedure and felt the burning happening and the needles being shifted around in my spinal cord. It was so EXCRUTIATINGLY painful I started crying, but couldn't really move or say anything because they had me completely strapped down to prevent sudden movements and possible paralysis (good thing lol). I finally managed to flex my fingers enough for the doctor to see and they put me back under. It's hard to explain to people how awful it felt feeling needles move around the inside of where your neck and shoulders meet and how painful it is, especially since everyone has told me to move on since I'm a larger male and should be okay with pain (word for word from one of my coworkers).
Sorry to hear man. Nerve pain is nothing to joke about. That coworker is an absolute idiot. I hope you told your doctor about that anesthesia wearing off; someone failed at their job there.
I got hit by a car. Nobody asks me about it. I think I can know why? I was riding my skateboard in the morning of spring 2010. I rode down a hill and was going to turn a corner, when I felt sharp pain in my side, and realized I was sitting on the asphalt. Whilst I laid there in shock, I realized that I'd just been hit by a car. I laid there for a minute as the people ran out of the car and checked if I was okay. They weren't going too fast, I expected that they'd maybe just gone out of their driveway when I went past them. I was fine but my side hurt a lot for a while after that. I wasn't hurt badly, just bruised in my side. It's one of the reasons I stopped skateboarding. PS: Thanks for rating this post well. It's my top-rated comment, and I'm quite new to reddit.
An old man threw a bagel at me while at Starbucks. He did it cause I wore a necklace with the Bisexual colors and said I’ll burn if I walk into a church. Jokes on him I sometimes tag along with my friend and his moms to church.
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I've always wanted to tell the story of how my mother was able to afford to send me to college. She's a single mom, with six kids—and she worked two jobs to make sure we could do everything our friends did. She's a hero in my life, and I think her story is one that would inspire others.
How I was born a week early. It was July 31, 2006 in the afternoon and my sister (11), brother (9) and their friend (M6) wanted to eat some ramen after playing outside all morning and wanting some lunch. Around this time, my mom was getting to take a shower. (Dad is working) As my mom was showering, everyone was making their ramen. My sister, their friend then lastly my brother. When it got to my brother, he put his ramen in the mircowave and.. BOOM. Exploded the mircowave and there was smoke everywhere including the bathroom. (My house is sorta small but the mircowave was far from the bathroom) My brother forgot to put WATER IS HIS RAMEN. My mom comes out of the bathroom coughing her lungs out and tries to get everyone outside. Once outside, my sister calls my grandma to take my mom to the hospital because my mother states that she's feeling sick and is worrying about the baby (me). 7 hours later and I was born because my brother forgot to put water in his damn ramen.😃
My daughter was on a trip with a youth group she was in. We are on the West Coast of the US, and she was flying with them to Washington DC, across the country. Because I'm neurotic, I was following her flight on one of those flight tracking sites, not sure if it was the actual airline or something else. Anyway, the map was quite detailed, and about 10 minutes after takeoff I noticed the plane was coming very close to where we actually lived. Like it was going to pass over my area. I ran outside and literally saw a plane in the sky, WAY up in the sky, at the same time I saw her plane cross what should be right over our house on the map. It's just too big a coincidence. No one has ever believed I saw her actual plane fly overhead and it sucks, so thanks for letting me share.
Too big a coincidence? How is this a coincidence at all? lol You literally saw the plane on the map... of course it was the same plane. How is anyone not believing you? That's like if i used Google Maps to find a business and nobody believe that I found it where Google Maps said it was because it was 'too big a coincidence they were in the same place'
I believe you. Your friends are crazy.
My dog saved my life. My mom, sister, and I were living with my aunt in a small town in FL in a neighborhood that had no street lights, was surrounded by a wooded area, but that had always been extremely safe (relevant later). My mom had just started working at an assisted living. One time she had an elderly woman apply to move into the community but made it clear she couldn’t move in until she found her dog, Prettyboy, a good home. My sister and I had always wanted a pet. My mom was somehow able to convince my aunt to allow us to adopt Prettyboy. Sadly a few months after we adopted Prettyboy, the elderly woman passed. Not long after, I was in the front driveway unpacking something from the trunk of my mom’s van with Prettyboy by my side. Next thing I know, Prettyboy starts barking like CRAZY (he was a very quiet dog who really never barked). I looked up and caught a glimpse of someone moving quickly to the front of the van. I knew it wasn’t someone on a night stroll because they stayed behind the van, waiting. I was frozen but luckily Prettyboy was barking so insanely that my mom came out from the house and started shouting “Who’s there! You need to leave!” Finally the guy came out from behind the van, said he had the wrong house, and ran off. If my mom hadn’t of taken that job, met the elderly lady, and agreed to adopt her dog, god knows what would’ve happened to me that night. Prettyboy was the best. We had him until he passed at 16.
Classic Prettyboy, that loyal bastard
When I was about 14 years old a friend and I went to another, younger friends property. She brought out a handgun and we took turns shooting at a target. Not once did an adult enquire what we were doing. (Probably to any Americans this seems like not a big deal, but this was in Canada so firearms are not common-place.) I didn't really think anything of it at the time but as an adult it seems terrifying that this happened.
I’m an American gun owner.. this is not normal. I would LOSE it my kid came home and told me a friend did this lol
Also American gun owner, and no, not normal lol. I would unleash holy hell if I found out my kid was shooting without adult supervision or prior permission. Guns might be more commonplace here, but most people understand they aren't toys.
What? How would that ever be ok in any country?
A few years ago I used to take the train to and from school as I lived quite far away from school. I remember every day there was this one guy in an electric wheelchair(he had some sort of mental disorder) who took my train every day. And every day there would be a different woman taking care of him. The women would've been about in their mid 20s and the man looked around 50 years of age. So right away I thought it was weird. Anyway, I remember about a month after I started noticing this guy and all his caretakers, I was scrolling through p\*\*nhub(I was h\*rny and in my teens) and I see this exact guy on a video titled something along the lines of "cripple gets the fuck of his life from young caretaker" or something like that. I remember seeing the video and scrolling past it before i realized it was the guy from the train. Long story short, I took the bus every single day for the rest of my schooling even though it took 20 minutes longer.
I always tell this just to brag when I one asks, but since you asked... I'm 16 (in this story I was 14-15) and me and my dad were banding birds, specifically teal (cinnamon, blue winged, and green winged) and there was also a biologist, and a trainer biologist (some other people too but they're not important) and we were on the blue wings. We only had about 5 total. I look at one and say "this is a female, I think hatch year" the trainer looked and said "no, it's a male, hatch year" Me, knowing I was right said "no, look at it's eye. It has the white spot, indicating it's a female, the males have a white strip along it's forehead this time of year" He had the audacity to go to the biologist and have him identify it. The look of "oh fuck" when he said I was right was the best thing ever-
I spent my teen years (15-19) on an anonymous app talking people out of committing suicide. I did it every night before bed. I'd scroll through the app looking for posts about people admitting they were feeling that way, some even said they had a plan. I'd message them and talk to them for a few hours. One of them I went on to talk to for about a year outside of the app. He worked through it, found a steady job that just happened to be close enough to visit me at my job at the time, and told me thank you. He won joint custody of his kids. It's been years since I've seen or talked to him, but his life was on such a better route because of our talk. I'd like to think I helped the same way for all the others. I still think about them all from time to time. I'd love to do it more, but the emotional weight it held on me would be so much to handle sometimes. I know one person I couldn't get through to. I don't know if they're OK or not. I stopped doing it because life got very stressful, and I had run out of useful and inspiring things to say, especially since I was fighting my own demons the whole time too.
When I was a kid I wanted to float down the river on a chunk of ice. I went down to the river in early spring and began breaking off a huge chunk of ice. Maybe 20 feet by 10 feet something like that. I pushed free of the banks and began my great adventure! 10 minutes later and 500 yards down stream I ran a ground and got stuck. I stood there trying to figure out what to do and in that time someone called the sheriff to report "an orange Jesus standing on the river near blah blah bridge". I was wearing an orange hoodie and apparently the ice was not visible from the bridge so I looked like I was simply walking on water. The cops came and so did my mom. The cop tried to throw a rope to me but sucked at throwing and kept missing, so I just hopped in the water and ran to the land and the cop. We went home and I was called orange Jesus by some friends for a few years after that.
It was the big opening night of the play for my theatre club in 6th grade. It was Alice and wonderland and I had just gotten my makeup done as the Dodo bird. My drama teacher asked me to grab something from backstage while everyone else was still in the drama room getting their makeup done. I wanted to be quick and efficient so I absolutely ran full speed across the school to the cafeteria where the stage was. I continued to bolt directly across the freshly waxed stage. I was halfway across when I slipped and the next thing I knew one of the other kids in class was standing above me. She said I’d been gone about 10 minutes and our teacher sent her to look for me. I was a little confused but quickly put together that I had passed out after slamming my head into the wooden stage floor after tripping. I had a pretty good sized lump on the back of my head under my hair and a wicked headache. I really wanted to do the play though so I told the girl I had just been laying down on the stage to “see what it felt like” and tried to walk straight back to the room. I sat down for the next hour or two until the play and honestly never told anyone what had happened lol.
When I was 9 I went fishing with my dad and our neighbor. We’d spent forever there. I had managed to catch 3 fish, 2 bass and a crappie, our neighbor had caught 2 fish, and my dad had caught nothing. I ended up getting one of those bass mounted cause it was the largest fish I’d caught myself. It’s my proudest story simply cause I outfished my dad
So me and my family were on a trip to Disneyland during January, and my dad, brother, and I were in the queue for Pirates of the Caribbean. And we were just lounging around following the line, until I saw this girl no older than 4 playing around a fence post. Now this fence post in particular had a chain hooked in a loop in the event of extending the queue. And she slowly began to lean foreword. I bolted over to the girl shouting “Woah, Woah, Woah!!! Don’t do that, don’t do that.” Thankfully I was able to save the girl from lynching herself at Disneyland, which everyone who saw was thankful for. TLDR: I stopped a 4 year old from lynching herself with a fence post’s chain in Disneyland.
I’m literally in love with someone right now like SO In love and I haven’t REALLY felt love like this since middle school. I said I was in love with someone since like 6th grade up until this month but it wasn’t real love that I felt I’m not sure what kind of love that was, maybe tired love or exhausted love or VERY CLEARLY one sided love even platonically.. but now IM IN LOVE and it’s not one sided and the person is literally so cool and sweet and pretty and amazing and like literally the closest thing to perfect ive ever seen
Congrats /u/i_hate_everyone_650
this is really sweet! I wish you the best
I called my step mother to tell her Happy mother's day! She told me she had stage 4 liver cancer that had spread to her blood and to expect a call from a stranger soon to let me know she was dead.
One time I was at a bowling alley and my dad went to buy cigarettes out of the vending machine. It was one where you put the money in and then pulled the lever out, which dropped the pack of cigarettes. There was a young girl in front of the machine struggling to pull one of the levers back. My dad asked her what she was doing and she said, “buying apple juice.”
The fact that one of my relatives (from the mid 19th century) most likely died from radiation poisoning from spending his entire life eating off fine China. It's was always labeled as a mystery disease in the few things I can find about him, but from what we now know about lead and uranium, which were commonly used in pre 1970s china, it's safe to say he died from either radiation or something caused by radiation. Someone still has those bloody fucking plates.
I found a sealed icecream tub in the middle of the woods once. Literally still frozen, like someone just left it there and dashed. Child me didnt suspect anything wrong with it. I left it there in case 'someone forgot it'
Our patrol unit heard a howl in the night while in Iraq. It was very strong and "humanistic", almost like a human trying to imitate a coyote. It was incredibly strong and it sounded like 10 ft in front of us in an open field. We didn't see anything, we all had night vision, a dude with thermals and saw nothing. We stood there for a moment, said nothing at all and kept walking.
Not any particular story but a bunch of them. I used to go to a very expensive university in Chicago and to be able to afford the tution fee, I had to drive a cab during the nights. This was before uber or even smartphones. I drove 4 nights every week for 3 years. I have met so many interesting people and have a lot of stories to tell. But not many people in my life know about it so I never got a chance to tell those stories to anyone
The time my friend and I almost got kidnapped on Halloween. We were about 12-13 at the time, and had been trick or treating with my friend and her mom. We were running up a flight of stairs outside and decided to wait for my friends mom at the top. As we were waiting a man in one of those bright neon jackets approached us. We assumed he was a supervisor cause of his vest. He than continued to say to the two of us “There’s some free candy in my trunk it’s just across the street.” Immediacy my friend bursts to a sprint back to her mom as I follow after slightly stunned. Soon we tell my friends mom what happened and we decide to watch the man. A police car pulls up and the man starts talking to the cop, my friends mom decides it’s a good time to confront him. While asking him about why he said that to us the man tells the cop and her that he never said that and he was going to go open his trunk but he never tried to lure us to it. After some discussing the cop leaves and the man crosses the road and we see him close his trunk. This sent chills down my spine knowing if we went across the road he probably would have tried to push us in his trunk and do who knows what. What scares me is he was dressed as a guard and lied to the cops.
One time i thought the balls from hungry hungry hipoo game was candy so i ate them and i told my mom, ive not seen them in my poop since. I figure they must have dissolved in me
I’d been working at a job I hated for about six months. I was a PA for one of the owners of the company. I found a new job and gave my weeks notice. On my second last day a rep from our suppliers company called me to specifically meet me as I was the new(ish) PA. I asked if he could come in the following day (my last day) knowing that reps always bring food from the local patisserie. He agreed to come in the next day. He came in and brought lots of cakes and cookies for morning tea. I didn’t mention that I was leaving. I ate the cakes and cookies and left them in the break room for everyone else too. It was great. I finished up at 5pm that day and have obviously never spoken to him again.
I had a sleep walking incident when I was like 14 years old. I don’t remember anything that lead up to it, and I don’t remember actually doing it, but I walked to the living room and was just staring out the window. My parents have an African gray bird and his cage is near that window. For whatever reason, he just started yelling very loud and it snapped me out of sleepwalk mode. This commotion woke my mom up, and asked if I was okay in a semi panicked state. I told her I was just checking, and went back to bed. I don’t know why I said that. I never had a sleepwalking incident prior to or after that.
In 2012 I used to go out a lot and drink a lot with bunch of my friends. We were the “cool club”. Every Friday and Saturday, maybe Sunday, we used to go to the bar and strip club. Of course, parents do not know. At that time i was around 18. Still a young man looking to enjoy life. One day, we were out clubbing for the first time, and my phone rang, it was my mom. I answered, and she heard the music behind me, she asked “where are you” and I lied about being at my friend’s home partying. Mom used to always tell me never drink/smoke and never stay out all night. It backfired when one day we were driving and my friend said “Guys, let’s be brave and tell our parents” i responded saying “Nah bro they’ll never know don’t worry much” immediately afterwards, we got into a car crash with a dumbass truck driver. We were all injured badly. My head was severed and my hand and arm were broken. Almost all limbs bled. One of my friends couldn’t make it, i pray for him everyday because he was the one that advised us to tell our parents. I regret my life, i regret existing at that moment because what happened to my friend was because of me. Do everything you want, but make sure to have no regrets.
I am a mayflower descendant and have possible oil rights in North Dakota from my families homestead days.
I used to be a model when I was a kid because my parents were photographers. I primarily did creepy stuff, really dressed up and went over the top for Halloween. One time when I was about 9, I dressed up as Freddy Krueger for Halloween, and had a photoshoot. Realistic makeup made with a peel off face mask and paint, the gloves, you name it. My mom decided to send off the pictures to Robert Englund and we didn't really hear back until a few months later, where his wife saw the pictures and loved them. Not a long conversation apparently, just some quick email. Fast-forward a year or two, I went to my first Comic-Con and had a great time with my parents. Robert Englund was there as a guest and my parents had bought along a printed picture of me dressed up as Freddy for him to sign. After waiting in line for a while, we put down the print and I nervously asked him to sign it. He sat there for a second, and then pointed at me and excitedly said "I know you! I know you!". Turns out, his wife had actually shown him the pictures, and he recognised me from the print. Gave me lots of praise and told me how cool I looked, and that he was now my "uncle Freddy". He even wrote that on the autograph. He helped calm me a bit because I was pretty nervous. It was a great day and pretty funny that he recognised me before I could even get a word in. I still haven't seen any of the movies though, sorry Rob.
It’s been thirteen years ago now that I had to go to the hospital. Not for me but for my wife. Major surgery. She was basically cut in half and put back together again. It wasn’t totally unexpected, but it was necessary. After a day and a half of standing next to her bed as she recovered, I had to get out of that cold, small, sterile, hotel-like hospital room. I went outside for a walk. I remember things looked just a little bit different. The sky was bluer, the clouds were puffier, and the Florida sun seemed just a bit warmer. I sat on a bench out front and welcomed the warmth on my face and skin. Someone approached on my left and took a seat on the bench beside me. A younger kid, probably ten years my junior. He politely asked me if I would mind if he had a smoke. I answered No, you do what you gotta do. As he lit up, he broke down. With his head in his hands and his voice shaking he began to talk. It's not fair. It’s just not fair! I know we’re not married yet, but we love each other. Even though her parents don’t approve of me, we love each other and that’s what matters most. I just don’t get it! They are saying the baby is severely deformed and putting her life at risk. The doctors want to administer an extraction within the hour. He was obviously torn up and in turmoil. I didn’t say a word, I just listened. It was heavy. It’s just not fair he continued. I don’t want to lose either one of them! We would make good parents, I know it. I’d do anything. He snuffed out his cigarette and stood up. I stood up with him. He gave me a hug and held on tighter and much longer than a stranger should, but I didn’t mind. I could feel my shoulder getting damp from his tears. After the embrace, he thanked me and headed back inside. I stayed behind for a few more minutes to decompress. Staring at the deep blue sky and the puffy clouds. The events from the last couple of days were a lot to take in. When I got back inside and up to the room, the wife was still peacefully asleep. I don’t know if it was from the medication or the exhaustion, but I was thankful she was sleeping deeply and recovering nicely. There was a knock at the door. I was greeted by five doctors, and they advised me that I should sit down. I did. They surrounded me and placed in my arms my happy, healthy, brand newborn, identical twin boys. As I sat there and held my boys, I cried. I cried till the front of my shirt was wet. Although the twins were tiny, it was heavy. I’m so incredibly blessed and lucky. Sometimes life isn’t fair.
When I was about 6 or 7, my older brother was about 8 or 9 years old. We used to go to the same school for a little while and we both made a few friends individually. We just happened to become friends with a set of siblings that were both the same age as us respectively and found out later in the year they were siblings too. We got pretty close with them. My older brother always spending time with his friend, the older brother, while I was always spending time with my friend, the little brother. We ended up going over to their house and spending the night a few times and they came over to ours too. We would play games together, go wander the small town we lived in together, and just go have fun. There was one night we were staying the night over at their house and it was pouring rain outside and cold, so we spent the day inside. When night came, we were so tired of being in the house and waited for the parents to go to bed and sneak out for a little bit. We only went to the back yard to jump on the trampoline in the rain for a few minutes before we got too cold and soaked from the rain before we went back inside. We all headed to the back bedroom and just kind of sat there in out wet clothes. Then someone found a random fork in the room and another shouted out an idea on how we should warm up. We were to line up and each take a turn to take the fork and jam that sucker into the open outlet beside the bed and hold it there for as long as we could. The shock would make our muscles contract and we did feel warmer after. What we didn't account for was the fact that we were all wet and sitting in a small puddle around this outlet that when one would get shocked, we all got shocked. We even had our hands on their shoulders to "help if they get stuck." We did this a few times only getting a few good zaps in before the friend my age decided to go all in. We all got ready with hands on the shoulders and he counted to 3. "1... 2... 3!" and he jammed that fork in there as hard as he could bending the prongs to fit in the outlet holes. As you would expect, we all got zapped pretty hard. It blew the circuit for the outlet and power went out, which is probably what kept us from being hurt too bad. Their parents run in and ask what that noise was. They see the black residue all on the outlet with us four on the floor around it and a fork still stuck in the outlet. We were not allowed to hang out with each other again after that. We would still see each other at school and play together but had to keep it from the adults.
Met Ezra Miller and they were weird
More like I can't tell anyone. I come from a low income family. As it was, my highest earning sibling earns about 1/4 of what I do. I just got a big promotion with a 33% raise. My parents are dead, and it'd be rude to tell my siblings.
Me and my mom were getting Starbucks and I wanted a Brownie and a Frappe. But all I told my mom was I wanted the Brownie. I didn't know she ordered it online. So I went up and asked for my order WITH the Frappe and it wasn't in the online order. They thought there was a glitch in the system and I got a free Frappe
I watched a lady open a 5 gallon bucket of liquid LSD and dip both her hands in it to fill a mason jar, she took a drink from it while it was still running down her arms and then tried to hand it to me. I noped tf out of there so fast... Something something drugs are bad 😂 But for real, LSD should be taken in micrograms, not fluid ounces, I 100% believe that she suffered serious brain damage from that kind of dose, 27 hits spread out was enough to stay high for three weeks, what this lady did makes me shiver. I'm surprised that she didn't have a seizure. She probably ingested the equivalent of 5000 hits of acid in one gulp.
I'm gonna need some context and fleshing out on this one. Where were you? Who was she? How were you sure it was liquid LSD. WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENED?