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Sitting in the 2nd largest escort agency in london (at the time) smoking and drinking with the owner.
One of the girls turned up and we were so drunk I was masquerading as a top brittish psycologist to hep her with her boyfriend trouble. Ivana (my wife) was the eminent couples counselling expert from denmark.
We had lots of fun with those girls, great people with a cool sense of fun ;)
I believe that Dorothy Parker once wrote a story about such a situation. Title something like "You were perfectly fine".
The CEO welcomed me and began the meeting by postponing the agenda and asking me if there was anything I'd like to bring up - so I started by suggesting a change to a company policy that was hurting business in my region and several others that I knew about.
The room grew REALLY quiet - like you could hear a cricket somewhere off in the distance. Turns out this policy was the CEO's absolute pet, something he had personally generated years before and often bragged about as an example of his own business acumen. Everyone at the table knew it was a folly, but no one ever had the guts to call him on it.
But I didn't find out about all that until hours later. All I knew was this very strange feeling of having stepped off a cliff and being in free fall, with no landmarks or handholds anywhere.
I've never been known as a politically astute player anywhere I've ever worked. By nature, I have no energy for it -- I'm just focused on getting the job done. This was my brutal initiation into the necessity of knowing at least something about corporate politics.
I was not invited to another meeting for two years, and needless to say, the "grooming" never happened.
I had another strange experience tho. I got home from work dog-tired and lay down for a nap. Then, I kept waking up with the whole body tingle thing going on, unable to move. I would wake up, struggle to move a bit, and each time I got a little farther, only to find myself waking up and starting all over again.
Finally, after several awakenings, I managed to get out of the bedroom and half way thru the next room before I fell flat on the floor. Looking up, I saw the oddest looking creature staring back at me from the next room.
Then I woke up... still in my bed as if nothing had happened. I'd say it was a strange dream, but the shades had been closed on the windows, and they were open when I got home. Never have quite figured that one out.
joined:Apr 13, 2002
"Kiss my foot? How presumptuous. Lick the heel of my boot!" That kind of stuff.
I have a lot of tales but if I post them I'm afraid this thread will get pulled or the authorities will start keeping tabs. So I'll save them for pubcon.
A guy kept staring at me, not in a nice way, but giving me hateful looks.
Eventually I went to the Ladies room, and when I came out the guy was waiting by the door and told me he found my costume offensive (it was semi-political, not dirty) and proceeded to back me in a corner, cussing me out. I cried a little.
I told my friends and they found out his name. (Nobody did anything to him though) I ran into him a few times after that. He didn't recognize me as I had been in a costume before. But I will never forget his face or his name. Timothy McVeigh, now deceased, of course.
Late one very clear night, walking out in the country, I saw the constellation Orion, highly recognizable because of three bright stars in a line that make up the hunter's belt. But, I quickly realized, Orion should not even have been above the horizon at that time!
The minute I thought this, the "stars" that were grouped in this formation all zipped off in different directions -- simultaneously.
Now, I was an amateur astronomer since I was 10, and had enjoyed using a 3 inch refractor telescope for many years and helped to grind an 8 inch mirror for a friend's reflector. You might say I was a trained observer of the sky. And I was extremely un-nerved. My hair was all standing up on end.
Then a few year later I saw the Close Encounters movie. In that movie there's a similar occurance, except that the "stars" form the Big Dipper, not Orion, and then fly off. Really freaked me out, but it turns out that this is not an uncommon report. It hasn't been "explained" but people all over the world have seen something like this.
I think the eeriest part of it was the way that the formation's break-up seemed to coincide with my THOUGHTS!
Oh, I watch incidents in my surroundings coincide with my thoughts every day. On a smaller scale such coincidents are quite common and fit perfectly into my personal worldview, but I fully understand that a coincidence of more or less astronomical dimensions may give a shock.
Asked this girl with big nose, black skin , frikles etc. out on a date (just for a joke, 2 be cool in front of my friends and try to embarrass her)
~bemused smile~ sidyadav, I have a remarkable urge to shake that girl's hand and pat her on the back.
joined:June 15, 2001
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Ok picture the scene sitting in car with girlfriend (now ex) and her mother eating a Macdonalds. For a bit more background there is one thing a hate with a passion and that is cheese. I cant stand the stuff, even the smell of it makes me want to get away from it. She on the other hand was a vegitarian.
So there we are sitting in car. I am eating a quarter pounder, she is eating a veggi-delux with cheese.
We start eating and all is well untill she starts trying to wind me up by wafting the cheese thing in my face. I keep pushing it away then eventualy I have had enough. so ther i am in car with g/f and her mother when I turn round and say...
"HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I STUCK A BIG BIT OF MEAT IN YOUR FACE?"
(silence as the reality of what I just said hits home)
All's well thats ends well though...... we all saw the funny side :)
Ok, heres mine:
Asked this girl with big nose, black skin , frikles etc. out on a date (just for a joke, 2 be cool in front of my friends and try to embarrass her) and got rejected (not that I'm sad about it or anything) and + she started with how ugly I am... What an embarrassing day for me that was... I got her back by putting grease all over her shirt! its payback time! Still thinking of pranks to play on her...
If you've ever heard the joke with the punchline "I don't believe I'da told that" - it fits here.
joined:Dec 3, 2002
Everything was normal until the winter, when the light in the living room would "randomly" turn on and off. My roommate and I thought this was a bit weird and started to blame it on a "ghost".
One day we are sitting there watching TV and the light goes off as my roommate is getting up to leave the room and he yells something like "Stop #@%&^%& doing that". The light goes back on and he leaves the room. The second he leaves it goes back off again. We were both freaked out by this and started using a table lamp instead.
I am a bad story teller.
Ok, heres mine:
Asked this girl with big nose, black skin , frikles etc. out on a date (just for a joke, 2 be cool in front of my friends and try to embarrass her) and got rejected :( (not that I'm sad about it or anything) and + she started with how ugly I am... What an embarrassing day for me that was... I got her back by putting grease all over her shirt! ;) its payback time! Still thinking of pranks to play on her...
Does your mom know you're using her computer?
LOL! You're pretty young right sid? - Give it a few years and those 'jokes' evolve into somthing entire more disturbing to a young mind but much more fun,
Can't wait till that happens! ;)
(What do you mean I'm young?, I'm gonna turn 21 soon!, but I still use my Mom's computer, as I locked her in the closset a few years ago! ;), can't remember though, I think I was 3 at that time...)
sidyadav, I have a remarkable urge to shake that girl's hand
:) Obviously the moral of the 'ugly duckling' story went over some people's heads.
While sitting in a bar, I once had a drunk ex-military man compliment me on a tatoo I have. He said it reminded him of the emblem of his military unit. Then he told me he'd like to cut it off my back and take it home with him.
Not the best bar in the world to hang out it, that one. ;)
Mine was the brand new Monte Carlo SS that I bought in 1986. I loved that car. Had it for 9 years. Saw me through lots of fun times and some that were not as fun.
My brother was visiting me (we lived 900 miles apart at the time) when I sold it, and he asked for the tag - to take back to a friend whose young son collects them and was trying to get all 50 states. I really didn't want to give it up, because I'm sentimental, but feeling silly about caring about such a trivial thing, I handed it over.
A few years later I was visiting my brother, and I met lots of nice people, including a really great fellow. After we were married, I probably looked at those tags on the garage wall a hundred times before it dawned on me and I REALLY looked at them. It felt like the universe was suddenly all properly aligned.
~Sigh~ I really loved that car.
sidyadav, I have a remarkable urge to shake that girl's hand
The urge you're having will totally dis-appear once you see her face!
"If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging."
I probably looked at those tags on the garage wall a hundred times before it dawned on me and I REALLY looked at them.
One day the Mr. just ups and quits coming home from work. Personally, I always believed she chopped him up and buried him around the yard. Then, just like his dad, the boy 'runs off', never to be seen or heard from since. He was maybe 18...
Years later, new folks in the house are entertaining guests when they heard glass break. Looking around they discovered the broken bathroom window - all the glass was outside, as if broken from inside. There were four adults in the house, all together in the living room when the window broke.
Not long after that I was sitting in that same living room, looking down the length of the hallway, watching tv. The closet door at the end of the hall slowly opened all the way, then closed again. I kept looking, and asked my friend if anyone else was home. Nope, just the 2 of us.
I think the house is haunted.
On another occasion, it was about midnight, and my brother, my sister and I all heard a loud shriek from somewhere in the house. We all go running into my parents' bedroom, and they said they hadn't heard a thing. But the three of us were sure that we had heard a scream.
I don't know if the house was actually haunted, but there were rumors that someone had been murdered there.