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[orangesodapop]

Ok, so when I made the 'what food is on your mind' topic I decided to start another one.   

How to play: simple just tell us the weirdest thing that has even happened to you.  (now people, this might take some thinking)

And just for allo this is what Jason (from ghost hunters said - (you might remember this from an episode))
person asking the question - "Jason, where is the weirdest place someone has reconized you?"
Jason - "Uhm in the bathroom.  Not kidding.  Someone walked up to me and said, "hey i reconize you from that tv, GHOST HUNTERS!" i laughed so hard."

I thought that was funny.

Ok and now mine.
 This year while I was in norway, some one was trying to sell me a fish on the street while i was riding around by the harbor.  He was like, "eacrrnu4h;mruc" (I only say that becayse I can't write in norwegian.    ) and then i was like "Uh english please?" and he was like "you would like a fish?" and i just biked away slowly.  o.O

[InmemoryofRomeo]

I met someone at my uni examination who was wearing the same top, we got chatting as you do and it turns out she was taking the same subject... She was also doing the same course, had the same name and was the same age...

Funnily enough the university hadn't picked that up and they had gotten our forum posts (some subjects have compulsory forum requirements) completely mixed up, so they gave us both top marks for that part of the subject because they couldn't tell who's posts were who's

[gucci_boi7782]

I met someone at my uni examination who was wearing the same top, we got chatting as you do and it turns out she was taking the same subject... She was also doing the same course, had the same name and was the same age...

Funnily enough the university hadn't picked that up and they had gotten our forum posts (some subjects have compulsory forum requirements) completely mixed up, so they gave us both top marks for that part of the subject because they couldn't tell who's posts were who's

WOW!!! Cool story, IMR!!

[orangesodapop]

nice story, something like that happened, but, she didn't have the same name, but we were wearing the same top and bottoms, and socks.  xD

what about you gucci_boi7782.

[RedwoodsMama]

 When you get to my age, you could write a book about things like that! Or could just be me...LOL, Does this include the most embarrassing or just the Weirdest as they can almost be the same some times..Nice story IMR, that does not happen everyday thank goodness! Yes, Gucci, what about yours?
                                                         RedwoodsMama   and Nova and friend

[orangesodapop]

any thing, weirdst, scaryst, embarassing est.  what evr.  i should have said this before, PPL you can just tell a story about you that was... intresting.  o.O

[gucci_boi7782]

Hmm IDK, lol but since I'm being prodded for it, I'm not sure if it might be labeled as weird or not, but I downright think so.

Mine mostly consist of when I was young and living out in the country parts of Florida.

When I was about 4yo we live on a farm. We have several cows, pigs, and chickens. We never killed them [except for the swines ] but we did collect the eggs and use the dairy for several different things. We drank and used the milk, churned it into butter and even sold some of our products. At any rate, somehow I managed to get into the chicken coop all by myself. My 6yo brother was in school. My mother at work while my aunt and grandmother were in the house. Somehow I snuck outside and got right into that coop bound and determined on petting my hen named "Percy". Well when in the coop a big nasty rooster came up and literally was pecking the life out of me. I was screaming so loud and was pecked and cut and bloody all over. My aunt and grandmother heard me, and from the front porch of the house shot all the way over to the cock and shot him dead. just like that! My aunt at the time was fresh out of the army.

Another time, another aunt was visiting myself and several cousins at the farm. She promised any of us $5 if we could ride a swine for the longest. Well, hehe, cash was king, even back then. I'm sure any one of us would've fought the other til the end of a $5 bill! At any rate, myself, my brother, and three other cousins hopped right into the pigpen and attempted to ride those swines! Well little did we realize was those fat little suckers are also pretty fast and crafty! None of us rode the swines for more than a few seconds, if that. I believe my cousin cody won.

Well that two...any body have any funky things?

[InmemoryofRomeo]

Farms are good places for stories The squeamish might not want to keep reading.

We had a enormously pregnant cow go down in labour and couldn't get her back up, the owner of the farm (we were farmhands) was away, theres no vet within two hours of the place and it is a full on emergency. So out comes google on my laptop, pull up a site about cow birthing and little old me with no veternary experience has to help this darn cow give birth. (Dad being the big hero as he was, was refusing point blank to put his arm inside a cow )

We had no gloves on stand by (this not generally being my area of expertise) so I had to go 'the one arm commando' and roll up the sleeves, chuck on a bit of lubricant and reach inside this poor cow, on the cold, wet, muddy ground and help this darn calf. The inside of a cow feels like warm gooey snot, it is awful. A quick lesson on cows birthing, the calf usually comes out in the diving position that is with the front legs facing forwards and the head between them. This calf however had one leg folded backwards instead of forwards and the head was turned around as if wondering where his leg was going. So I had to grab this poor calves nostrals, get his head around and straighten that leg before anything was going to happen. It sounds easy enough but let me tell you it took a good half and hour of shoving and pulling and wrenching to get that calf around the right way, all this time lying on the ground, with an unco-operative cow. But I did it and out slides a beautiful little bull calf.

But the cow still isn't getting up, something else is wrong, dad keeps an eye on the cow while I take care of the calf and me, rubbing the both of us down with towels and getting the little fella to breathe. Suddenly a shout from dad, and there on the ground is another calf, the darn thing had twins. The cow takes care of that calf, licking it clean and finally getting to her feet. Meanwhile I'm still working on the little chap, touch and go for him, such a traumatic birth, but there you go he's breathing and an hour later he's on his feet.

The thing about baby animals though is that they imprint on the first thing they see... and mother cows bond with their young by licking them clean and smelling them...
Yup this calf thought I was his mother and that cow was not going to have a thing to do with that youngster that clearly wasn't hers. So I got to hand raise the little chap His name was Vegemite and these days he's a big ol' bull.

[shadowmice]

Wow, what an experience!    And how wonderful it all turned out well in the end due to your clear-headed actions. Love the name, Vegemite    what a lucky chap.

[RedwoodsMama]

 What a story IMR, what a lucky little cow and mama to be sure, I also dealt with livestock when very young, well not that young, Jr. High or ninth grade, which seems a lifetime ago.. When I was in ninth grade, I was one of only two girls in the whole school who were members of the Agricultural Science Class, and members became FFA, members, future Farmers of America. ( very funny now that I am a Vegetarian) Believe me, if you have ever been to a Slaughterhouse, or saw what goes on there, you would probably think completely different than you do about Meat and where it comes from... Anyway, that is too dark of a subject and very sad for me and I don't want to ever go there again. Back to my story....One of the things we had to do as Agricultural Science Class members was to dock lambs tails, and castrate pigs, baby pigs.These were little baby pigs as cute as could be, but believe you me, if you have never heard a baby pig squeal before, you don't want to. This was about 10;30 in the morning and the class was right behind the football field and across from the Cafeteria as well. It was a sunny day and a local farmer had driven in with a truckload of about 12 little pigs, very young, but no longer sucking from their mothers I believe. They were so cute but the minute you went to pick one up, all Hell broke loose with the little pink things squealing for all they were worth, ( I think they knew what was about to happen to them.... I wont' go into a lot of details for the squeamish and anyone not familiar with how animals are actually castrated, but lets just say, you would;t want to do this ever again. it is all over very quickly for the little porkers with a quick cut here and there and a spray from a can of purple disinfectant spray that helps keep flies off the wound and from being infected. The castrating was bad,but nothing was as bad as docking lambs tails..... The smell of burning flesh, ( you sear the wound where the tail has been cut off, to help protect against infection and to mostly stop bleeding.) The only funny part of this whole madcap soap opera, was the fact it was Almost Lunch time and when the whole P.E class and probably the rest of the school, heard the screaming of a dozen or so baby piglets and the bleating of lambs, add the sickening smell of burnt lambs tails, and everyone thought there was a Slaughter going on behind the Agricultural Science Building.
 This terrible screaming lasted for 15-20 minutes. Another hour and class was over, by the time it was lunch, you would think it was over.Not so. You should have seen the look of students faces in the cafeteria that day, when  lo and behold, what do you think was the main entree? Pork Chops smothered in gravy.... I don't think I ever saw so many strange faces as I did that day, and several students actually looked a little green around the gills. I think the entire school was sure the Agricultural Science Class was responsible for delivering the Main Course to the Cafeteria that day, and also that there was something very terrible and inhumane going on near the football field, I think there were a lot of hungry students that skipped lunch that day, and I was one of them,  Luckily, we did not have to deal with baby pigs or lambs any more, Our next assignment, was learning how to use a' Cattle prod", but this was on big hefty Black Angus Steers, not little defenseless lambs and piglets.   I ended up quitting that class and moving to San Francisco shortly after that, but not before I earned a B in that class, being one of only two girl sin a all male class, but it was fun neverthe less and a year I will never forget!                                  RedwoodsMama   

[fancyfont]

I think I will stick to virtual farming on the computer games. 

As Gucci said earlier he could write a book, so could I.  One of the weirdest things that happened was during a class at the junior college in Real Estate Financing. First, I have to admit that I have a very limited attention span and it definitely showed up during that class. My instructor was a very lovely lady that dressed to the nineths everyday. This one day she had a gorgeous wide belt around her waist. All I could do was to stare at this belt and wonder how I could make something similar. I did use a tape recorder in the class knowing that I tend to miss important moments. Thankfully, a recorder was allowed.

Well into an hour of the class as I was starring at this unusual belt, all of a sudden the belt broke off from the instructor's waist and fell to the floor.   Of course I saw this as it happened and was really startled as much as the instructor was. To this day I wonder if it was just pure coincidence or a little to much starring on my part?

[gucci_boi7782]

Well great stories everyone! IMR, you're story absolutely touched my heart. Great story. RWM, I wish I never knew that, and I just wish these sorts of things never happened. But I suppose the world is not perfect. And FF, your story is quite the story! IDK how I'd label it, TBQH. But it sure is hysterical. Did you end up telling her how much you liked the belt? And did you reproduce it too?

[fancyfont]

I didn't, Gucci. To embarressed, I guess!

[allosaurus]

At one point, Bumblebee, Pleo Power, and I decided to meet at Canobie Lake Park.  While we were there, not only did I recognize them, but I kept seeing children from the public school I used to go to wandering around!?

[latrine]

Well I had a black bear try to pull open my window but even  thst wasn't as scary as my crazy chinese stalker.  He owned the chinese food joint and whenever I saw him he'd say 'yoo so booteefoo' And he'd say it over and over.  A few times I caught him following me through town so I just stopped.. He'd roll down the window and be like 'I got car now so I can follow you eadsier, great fun, right?!
Next time I saw him was my bf's hardware store.. He knew I was there and had come to pester.. I opened one of the bags with a machet in it and pretended to beplaying with like it was my normal thing to do (OW)  he took the hint..lol.
This was after months of following though.

I really love the caf story.. I helped with a breach birthing too and..yea kinda gross but sooo amazing. 

 - Sarah

[allosaurus]

Just last night when we were out doing some (late.... :/ ) shopping, one of the people at the checkout counter told us a strange story. 
Apparently, she had a customer who she described as an 'older man' walk in and get only a pack of gum, and then he asked her if she had any children!!  Well, she didn't know what to say exactly, but she said no anyway.  Then that man decided that he didn't actually WANT the pack of gum, and put it back!  Now that's a bit creepy!

[kat]

Very weird and creepy.

[InmemoryofRomeo]

Indeed I suppose he could have had legitimate reasons for not wanting the gum all of a sudden... but still

[scaledandtailed]

 This is a bit dull in comparison to everyone else’s tales   but it was pretty embarrassing for me.
 A  few years back I  was waiting at  the platform of my local train station    when  this middle age woman walks  up to me and  asks if she could pray for me to  regain my sight . I was a bit miffed and didn’t particularly want to be prayed for but at the same time I didn’t want to disrespect her beliefs so I agreed. Thinking of course that she would probably say something at her next church service   and I could forget all about it. 
      However she had other ideas which consisted of her razing her hands to the sky    and “Calling upon god   to cure   this woman of her terrible affliction”   right there in the middle of the platform, in front of everyone present. The prayer it’s self went on for something like  5 minutes  in pretty much that  that tone though it felt like an hour  .   Unfortunately for me the train station was particularly   busy that morning.  She wasn’t   exactly being discreet or quiet about the whole business either so everyone had stopped talking and   turned their attention to what was going on. Meanwhile I was  making my own silent prayers  that mainly consisted of hoping for    a fault line to suddenly make it’s self apparent and cause  the ground to split a large crack below my feet and suck  me   under  or failing that instant alien abduction .  It was funny afterwards but I was mortally embarrassed at the time and I still don’t think I could decide what was worse. The rather public display or the constant references to me have a terrible affliction.  If I had managed to put the whole affair down to a one off incident and forget about it however I was sadly mistaken.   
   A  couple of years later  a different middle age woman  had taken  to following me around the town sender and asking anyone  I was with  if she could pray for me. Fearing a repeat of the train station incident I always refused but she kept it up for over a year. .  The odd thing was    she never asked me in person only anyone that was with me. Any attempts of me trying to  explain that I didn’t really want her to pray for me  was just met with   that she must have thought as a    simpofetic   laughter like she didn’t think I knew my own mind   though oddly enough  she would go away with out  any problims  if the person with her told her no on my  behalf. . It  got  to   the stage that we had to start avoiding certain cafés and had to keep a look out for her approach so that we could  make a quick getaway up a side street or hide in a shop  if we where lucky enough to see her before she saw us.  Again oddly enough that  was a lot harder to do than you might  think as she had an unerring habit of popping up in front of you and catching  you off guard   before you realised she was even their.
 Scaly   
   

[Talon]

Wow, Scaly! I'm from the Bible belt and I say that with deepest respect, but still if I want to be prayed for I want to have that choice. Anyway, try to top this one! I was going to my high school computer class. Dispite my blindness I walk pretty fast so I walked into the door of the computer lab as I had been doing for several months and staggered to a very sudden stop. Confused? I was too. Suddenly, I could not lift my feet. Yes, I was very much stuck to the floor. Owing to my momentum I sort of fell forward and my cane struck very hard against something metal. Immediately following I heard this nasty sloppy sound like someone spilling dish detergent. Huh? Now I was starting to feel scared. I grabbed both sides of the doorframe and tried to pull my feet from the flor. No luck. Finally this maintanance guy comes up behind me and says, "I'm so sorry, Ma'am. Did no one tell you we were putting down new carpet in here? You're standing in an entire bucket of contact cement. Let me get my partner." Well as small as I am, it took one man for me to lean against, one more to slop up the spilled cement, and one more to un-stick my feet. By now I am calm enough to realize I can hear my class from the other end of the hall and I do not want to be late. I pulled away from them and went squishing my way down the hall. Can you imagine how odd it was to tell your teacher that the reason you were late for class is that you were stuck to the flor?
As an interesting sidenote, the next day I ran into that same maintanance man and he said gently, "Be glad you're a student,Ma'am. I had to get down on my arthritic knees with a razor and scrape up all the dried cement you tracked down the hall."

[Crewella]

I had to laugh at those stories, though I felt for both of you!

Scaly particularly made me think of how mortified a Brit would be in those circumstances.  I really notice on here how most of the American and Aussie members have no problems taking their Pleos out and about, but most of the reserved Brits don't feel comfortable doing what feels like 'making a scene' or 'drawing attention to yourself'.  Bit of a shame probably, but typical, I think! 

[scaledandtailed]

 Lol I can honestly say I’ve never been cemented    to the floor.
  Oh Crewella  I really want to take my pleo out in public I really do    but I’m just not brave enough.
  Besides if I where to try at best anyone with me would probably be wearing one of those she’s not with us t-shirts. At worst some concerned member of the public would report me to the offorateys and it would probably end up earning me a social   worker   lol
Scaly   

[InmemoryofRomeo]

*giggles* Oh dear I shouldn't laugh but those are quite some stories I can't say I've ever been stuck to the floor either or prayed for in public but I sure hope it never happens again to either of you

[Crewella]

I felt guilty for laughing too, but just couldn't help it! 

I've felt 'rooted to the spot' on a number of occasions, but I've never been actually cemented to the floor either! 

[kat]

If it makes you feel any better my OH did a very similar thing at his work.  They were also getting new carpet and he walked half the length of the freshly glued corridor before he began to wonder why walking was so difficult.   He then walked back along the only strip in the corridor of freshly laid carpet leaving a gluey trail behind him.  He had to throw away his shoes they were so covered in glue.  and they had to replace the carpet he walked on.  
Your story made me giggle and think of him.  He was so embarrassed.
Kat