The strangest thing...

[Casanova]

A thread for some of the strangest thing that you've ever experienced.

I'm going to contribute the strangest confession that I've ever gotten from a girl. She decided to tell me how she felt by singing Britney Spears song to me. She actually took me to one side to do it which was the creepiest thing. It was like a private show... the only private show that I've ever felt truly uncomfortable wathcing. xD

Your turn, guys. Share some of your strangest experiences in life.

[Lind_L_Tailor]

Playing Twister in McDonalds.

[Inu]

Playing Twister in McDonalds.

/thread

[Mellusia]

Guys, c'mon...Those aren't even one-liners. This isn't the SPAM section >_>

I've had some weird and just plan odd things happen to me, but I usually shrugged them off because it was probably just strange to me and not in general.

But I do remember this one time...

I woke up with my shirt on backwards. I had it on the right way and everything, but somehow in the course of the night my body pulled the arms from the sleeves, turned the shirt 180 degrees and then put the arms back through. I mean, I've kicked off my covers every so often, but I still can't figure out how that happened O.o

[Shiduri]

I've had some weird and just plan odd things happen to me, but I usually shrugged them off because it was probably just strange to me and not in general.

Same here. I usually forget the strange occurrences.

I remember a few months ago I was walking back to my hall (dorm) and this flustered old woman yelled out: "THEN WHO DID I HAVE SEX WITH!? COME ON! TELL ME!?" To her husband and I just walked fast in the other direction. >_>

[Contra Fates]

Same here. I usually forget the strange occurrences.

I remember a few months ago I was walking back to my hall (dorm) and this flustered old woman yelled out: "THEN WHO DID I HAVE SEX WITH!? COME ON! TELL ME!?" To her husband and I just walked fast in the other direction. >_>

Haha, damn! My story is going to be very similar to that one. xD

I was driving with my parents in my grandmother's neighborhood, when an older guy came running out into the street after a car that was speeding away, screaming and yelling.

The only real problem was that the guy was NAKED.

So, this guy jumps onto the hood of this car, it finally stops, and he rips off the freaking bumper! RIPS. IT. OFF. The car backs up, speeds away, and my parents and I are just sitting in the car like:

[BlackJack]

One time my little brother (2yo at the time) went to the doctor. They took off his pants to give him a shot, and discovered that he was wearing my sister's thong underwear. He had gotten into her underwear drawer and put it on under his own underwear.

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Just last week, I was walking down the sidewalk at my university (from class to the dorm, IIRC). I pass this woman and (assumedly) her friend talking as they walked the opposite direction from me. I overhear one sentence from their conversation as I walk past: "So I talked to the judge yesterday, and he agrees that the children are safer if I'm not in jail." I just kept walking.

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Back in high school, this one emo(-looking) dude walked up to me in the hallway, grabbed me by the shoulders and asked "Do you think I look pretty?" I asked "What?" and he repeated "Do you think I look pretty?" I told him, "Uh...sure." He then let me go and walked on.

He died one month later in a car accident.

[Jigoku Shōjo]

My friend and I went out to dinner and on our way home we stopped at a gas station. There was a man in the parking lot who was shuffling his feet and pumping his arms thinking he was a train I suppose. Then he stopped, lifted one leg Off the ground and began to flap his arms.

In that same week my friend and I were out at a gas station and this woman began to scream at a cup of coffee. She was pointing at it like it had done something wrong. It was frightening.

Another story involves a naked woman on the subway doing inappropriate things with a plastic fork.


That's about all I can remember at the moment.

[Inu]

Back in high school, this one emo(-looking) dude walked up to me in the hallway, grabbed me by the shoulders and asked "Do you think I look pretty?" I asked "What?" and he repeated "Do you think I look pretty?" I told him, "Uh...sure." He then let me go and walked on.

He died one month later in a car accident.

Oh wow.

[I Changed My Name Too!]

This one time, me and some friends were at Wal-Mart at around 12:30 on a weeknight (amazing social scene here). We were mulling about when we noticed a group of freshman girls who we went to high school with but never knew. They were all wearing cheerleading shorts, white spaghetti-strap shirts (female wife-beaters), Birkenstocks, and colorful (rainbows,stars,whatever) socks that came to the knee. Now, I don't feel creepy at all in saying that these young ladies looked good (me being just 18 at the time), but of course we would have never been creeps towards them.

That's when we noticed a man (a true blue Georgian), about 40 years of age (at least), wearing a stained wifebeater and an American-flag trucker cap. He sported a mullet down below his (knees lol) shoulder blades, and he was in serious need of a shave. Now, all these things withstanding, he looked pretty normal for a Wal-Mart-goer at past-midnight hours in this area.

We observed that he was trailing these girls, and I mean HARD. VERY creepily.
We all agreed that he was planning on doing SOMETHING to these girls, so we started following him around. I mean, even if he WASN'T gonna rape these girls, at least we could watch the hilarity that unfolded, right?

Well, he happened to walk past us while we were in the electronics section (our favorite, cause you can set the radios all to max volume to mess with whoever turns it on next). He approached us and started talking about some game we were all talking about. After a moment of totally nonchalant chat with this stranger (we've gotten REALLY good at that), he mentioned the girls. He asked us what our opinions were on them. Taken aback, we all agreed that they were definitely too young for our tastes.
He then proceeded to ask us if we wanted him to talk to them for us.
The following is the conversation past that point:
Brandon: Uh, no, we're good.
Jon: Yeah, I have a girlfriend, it's all good.
Sean (me): We're cool.
This fucking redneck: You're loss, guys.

So, we go to check out later on (we bought some econo-sized chocolate bars), and guess who is there?
All those girls AND that creepy old redneck were checking out ahead of us. The old dude chatted with us until he was done buying his stuff.
Then he proceeded to leave with the girls (together). We heard one of them call him "Daddy".

Now, YOU be the judge, RSF.
Was this old redneck just the father of one these girls, or was he some sort of trailer-park pimp?

Keep in mind the details:
Weekday
12:30 a.m.
Fucking Wal-Mart
ASKED US IF WE WANTED HIM TO TALK TO THEM FOR US.

[Casanova]

Christ, if none of you are lying then I'm just gonna go ahead and give up on humanity all together. Screaming at a cup of coffee for no apparent reason? xD

*is a little happy that most of these stories take place in a country that isn't in the UK*

This one time, me and some friends were at Wal-Mart at around 12:30 on a weeknight (amazing social scene here). We were mulling about when we noticed a group of freshman girls who we went to high school with but never knew. They were all wearing cheerleading shorts, white spaghetti-strap shirts (female wife-beaters), Birkenstocks, and colorful (rainbows,stars,whatever) socks that came to the knee. Now, I don't feel creepy at all in saying that these young ladies looked good (me being just 18 at the time), but of course we would have never been creeps towards them.

That's when we noticed a man (a true blue Georgian), about 40 years of age (at least), wearing a stained wifebeater and an American-flag trucker cap. He sported a mullet down below his (knees lol) shoulder blades, and he was in serious need of a shave. Now, all these things withstanding, he looked pretty normal for a Wal-Mart-goer at past-midnight hours in this area.

We observed that he was trailing these girls, and I mean HARD. VERY creepily.
We all agreed that he was planning on doing SOMETHING to these girls, so we started following him around. I mean, even if he WASN'T gonna rape these girls, at least we could watch the hilarity that unfolded, right?

Well, he happened to walk past us while we were in the electronics section (our favorite, cause you can set the radios all to max volume to mess with whoever turns it on next). He approached us and started talking about some game we were all talking about. After a moment of totally nonchalant chat with this stranger (we've gotten REALLY good at that), he mentioned the girls. He asked us what our opinions were on them. Taken aback, we all agreed that they were definitely too young for our tastes.
He then proceeded to ask us if we wanted him to talk to them for us.
The following is the conversation past that point:
Brandon: Uh, no, we're good.
Jon: Yeah, I have a girlfriend, it's all good.
Sean (me): We're cool.
This fucking redneck: You're loss, guys.

So, we go to check out later on (we bought some econo-sized chocolate bars), and guess who is there?
All those girls AND that creepy old redneck were checking out ahead of us. The old dude chatted with us until he was done buying his stuff.
Then he proceeded to leave with the girls (together). We heard one of them call him "Daddy".

Now, YOU be the judge, RSF.
Was this old redneck just the father of one these girls, or was he some sort of trailer-park pimp?

Keep in mind the details:
Weekday
12:30 a.m.
Fucking Wal-Mart
ASKED US IF WE WANTED HIM TO TALK TO THEM FOR US.

I do think I would have asked the girls if this dude was ACTUALLY a father to one or more of them. But still, you've given me the biggest mindfuck so far, sir. Rewards are a-comin' your way.

[Jigoku Shōjo]

Obviously the woman was off her rocker. My guess was that she had burned her mouth or something like that. She yelled terrible things to that poor cup for a good five minutes. As we were driving off she lowered her voice and started to kinda whisper to it. It looked like she was telling it a secret or apologizing.

Atlanta has some crazy people.

[BlackJack]

Now, YOU be the judge, RSF.
Was this old redneck just the father of one these girls, or was he some sort of trailer-park pimp?

Keep in mind the details:
Weekday
12:30 a.m.
Fucking Wal-Mart
ASKED US IF WE WANTED HIM TO TALK TO THEM FOR US.

I've seen this kind of thing before. Luckily, me and my friends were 15-16 at the time, so the dude didn't talk to us.

Also, I wonder if you could get some of those "Always Low Prices".

[Lind_L_Tailor]

Ooh, I just remembered something that happened a few months ago!

Basically, I was on the bus going home from College one day, when an old woman came on the bus. She came and sat on the back row of seats, on the opposite side to me... and I notice she's wearing slippers. I shit you not. Anyway, not much later, she asks me how much longer i'm going to be in my seat for. I told her I was only going to be there for a few more stops, but she proceeded to ask me after every stop. Please note that A: She never once asked me if she could have my seat. If she had, I would probably have let her, and B: There were plenty of other seats available.

Anyway, I got off about three stops later, and here's the freaky part: So did she. Why the fuck was she so anxious to get my seat?

But it gets weirder. A few months later, i'm on the same bus, coming home from college again, and guess who I see? Her again. And again, she sits across from me, and asks for my seat. I let her have it. A couple stops later, she asks the guy in front of her for his seat. WTF?

A few minutes later, someone seems to be leaning on the "Stop" bell, because it keeps ringing. Most of us check around to see if we're the ones leaning on it. She doesn't. A few rings of the bell later, she yells out loud "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!", and stands up. At this point, the bell stops ringing. Odds are, this is because she was leaning on it. For obvious reasons, no-one tells her this.

Funnily enough, quite recently, I was talking to some acquiantances, and they mentioned a crazy old woman on the 4A bus route who kept asking for their seats. Apparently, she also yelled at the bus driver for missing her stop, even though she never rang the bell.

Freeeeeaky.

[Daesy]

Last year i was at school and this guy and girl was having an argument. This shows how stupid people are in Ohio So here is how it went..

Girl: I dont want to talk to you.
Guy:Its cuz i'm white. You think i aint got that good good(big dick)
Girl: I dont care about that. You're just an A-hole
Guy: No i know its cuz i'm white.

*Now a black guy felt he need to jump in. (idiot)*

B.Guy: Man, leave shawty alone. She don't want your pale a**.
Guy: Mutha****er my dick is bigger than yours."

*I am witnessing this. So at this point i'm rolling my eyes since it turn from a argument to a dick contest*

B.Guy: B**** you wanna see. You wanna see it. *drops his pants and shows all.*

(Yeah i looked. I happened to be right there. lol!)
*It was ok. I mean it wasnt like iokno great but it was alright. But still.....this is a public place*

Guy: If my dick is bigger than his will you go out with me?
Girl: Fine! It its gets you to leave me alone, yeah. *stupid*
*White guy smiles and dropped his pant.*

*It was inhuman. I swear on my pawpaw's grave that sucker was 13in easy. *

Girl, students, Instructors, Me: GOD DAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNNNN

Guy: Told you i got that good good.

Dean: And you got suspended too, and your buddy who dropped his pants too.

So they all walked to her office but white boy had a shit eating grin. I heard the girl is still dating him to this day. That was the weirdest thing ever.

[BlackJack]

I like this thread. T'is hilarious.

[Ryvius]

This barely qualifies with what the rest of you guys have been posting, but tonight at work somebody set the trash can in the men's restroom on fire. The whole fucking trash can melted. I doubt they'll replace it either. Some guy just walked in the room, walked up to the supervisor and was all "Ummmm...the trash can in the men's room is on fire." *pause* "No really, I couldn't even get in because the flames were so high."

Now, it seems a bit retarded to come look for a supervisor when there's a fire involved, but to be fair I'm sure the only place to find any fire extinguishers are in the manager's area. In fact, there aren't even smoke alarms anywhere in that building. (Except, I assume, the managers area.) Which I suppose is why they didn't call the fire marshal or anything. A bit scary to think that if that guy had waited to take his piss, that fire would have climbed up the wall and burnt a shitload of people out of their jobs. Also a bit scary that we have no fire extinguishers in a hot as balls room with all kinds of machinery running.

The Japanese do not value their low-level employees much.

[dthc]

You guys aren't ready for Tacoma. Our policy is shoot first, brag about that shit later in the City of Destiny. I've seen drug deals on buses, copious amounts of cocaine use everywhere (in 8th grade classrooms, on buses, in the back of a car off of a frisby, off bongos, in cigarettes, ect.), and more homeless woman ass than I'd ever care to bestow on you. Tacoma is the place people come to die.

Once I was on the bus heading to a party. We're stopped at a light. A man is getting into a fist fight with some shrubs. Quick imaginary right hook from the shrubs and he's down. That drunk homeless man cracked his head open in the street in front of my bus. We had to wait there for 30 minutes for an ambulance. There's another story, similar to this one in which instead of a homeless man, it was children and they were playing in the street. The problem with that scenario is that they couldn't walk yet. Who the fuck set them there.

When I was about 7 my dad came home high on crank. He essentially shat himself and cried for hours. He told my mother and I that he was going to die if we didn't sing with him (what the fuck is that tinkerbell bullshit?). He made us sing the "I love Mommy Carol" song. That's my mother's mother. Weird.

Bret and I are on a bus awhile back. A woman is making a call. She starts yelling. "At least your mother isn't fucking your husband!". Her pants were cut in the back right under where her ass cheek ended 20 years ago. She's not wearing underwear.

My ex-boyfriend's mom sent us out to buy meth for her once. Ummm hello? 15 we don't know where the fuck to buy meth.

I woke up in a room completely naked, covered in powerade, surrounded by people doing coke. Apparently, I got really drunk and then fucked a stripper on my ex-boyfriends bed.

I woke up in that same room, only the girl was still there. I piss on the futon she's sleeping on (clearly I'm still fucking drunk...), decide to leave my bra behind (it was under her), steal her pack of cigarettes, get dressed and leave. I call my best friend and she doesn't answer. I leave messages about how we're all going to die alone and cats will eat her face. I don't remember any of that. She calls me back. I'm at the dollar chinese wearing wings and a tutu. Where did these come from? Whatever. I bring her snobby rude ass friend some food that I charged. Shit I had my credit card all night? What the fuck did I buy? Long story short, I ended up taking a nap and then cracked an autistic little girl's head open on a table during a pillow fight.

I smoked crack then pcp on accident within the same week. It snowed on the pcp day. Fuck doing drugs. That shit was awful

I didn't experience these ones, but they're strange:
We used to have a big problem with children drinking bleach back in the early 90's until they figured out that all you have to do is drink milk afterward and you're fucking fine.

Recently, a drunk man was going through a car wash and had to pee, so he got out of the car. It beat the living shit out of him.

There was a teenage girl awhile back who came into the E.R. with a headache after going to a party. Turns out the bitch got shot in the head. The real surprise is that our E.R. was going to send her home.

[BlackJack]

@dthc: Damn. Just....damn.

[I Changed My Name Too!]

You win, dthc. Forever.