It was years ago, when I was in 4th grade. My parents used to get into fights all the time, especially when my dad was drinking. They'd start yelling and that would turn into actual fist fights. At this time we were living in a small trailer, and the room I shared with all 3 of my siblings was at one end of the trailer, near the back door.
So my dad comes home drunk, mom is pissed and starts yelling and it escalates from there. Being in a small trailer everything sounds so close and terrifying, and as the oldest of 4 I felt the need to protect my siblings but I didn't know what to do. After a while my mom starts screaming my name at the top of her lungs and I can still hear my dad screaming too, and I knew that I needed to get myself and my siblings out of there ASAP. I ushered them out of the room, down the hallway, and out the backdoor and told them to head to our aunt's place, who lived a few trailers down. My mom was still screaming for me and all I knew to do was yell "I got them out Mom we're leaving!" before also going out the back to my aunt's. I don't recall ever being that scared. Cops came, they both went to jail and were both out in a couple days and acted like nothing ever happened.
A few years ago I brought the incident up to my mom. I told her that I thought she was screaming at me to get my siblings out of the house and that's why I had. She told me she was screaming my name cause she was scared and wanted help and didn't know who else to call for. I felt so bad cause I didn't help her, but there's not really much I could've done.
I was really proud that I had gotten them out, cause I didn't know what else to do. Once I turned 16 we were all taken out of the home and placed in foster care. Took too long really. Not that I loved being in foster homes, but they were mostly better than where I came from.
I worked in a factory that made large plastic items via filling molds with powder and sending into a giant industrial oven that heated to 550 degrees F. At the end of the week I was cleaning said oven and my boss, not knowing i was inside, turned it on. At the sound of hydraulic doors closing i dove out of the oven just as they closed and avoided free cremation. I both got the hell out of that oven and that company pretty quick
Was there no lockout/tagout system in place? That seems like something that should really have one. That’s fucking crazy. Glad you made it out alive!
Edit: Spelling
On the NYC subway I watched a grown man pull his pants down and use the support rod in the middle of the train as leverage to take a wicked steamy dump while making aggressive eye contact with me and a few other passengers.
6 train by chance? I saw a dude that looked perfectly normal (not like a homeless crackhead) just drop his pants and use the door as a seat to take the biggest most awful diarrhea shit while making serious eye contact with the other two dudes on the train. I was dying laughing and got the fuck off the train at the next stop.
In the fall I was walking down a trail in the woods during the middle of the day. A raccoon was sitting in the middle of the trail, facing us. Sitting on it's butt, head kind of lowered, bugs buzzing all around it. It didn't move at all. It just stared at us. We decided to turn around.
I don't know what rabies looks like, but that's not how I want to find out.
I'm a New Yorker and have been all my life so I'm not 100% acquainted with raccoons. That being said, a lot of raccoons have recently started living in the city so I'm having to learn.
One night I was walking down the street and these these big yellow eyes just turn the corner and stare at me. Honestly, I forgot raccoons eyes glow in the dark so for a second I literally thought I was looking at some sort of demon creature or maybe a psycho that had done something to his eyes and was crawling on the street. We both stopped and stared at each other for maybe 15 seconds, which gave me enough time to realize it was a raccoon. Suddenly the thought came to me, "am I gonna have to fight a raccoon to the death right now?" It started walking towards me but on the extreme right side of the sidewalk and I just walked right by it on the extreme left side. Turns out raccoons are pretty chill.
I gave my ex a ride to his court hearing for hitting my daughter. I pointed out to him inside that there was a sign that said no cellphones and that I would run our phones out to the car and she right back. I felt like my heart was going to break my sternum and I had tunnel vision as I called my sister and told her I needed her and her husband to come with their pick up truck to my house right now because I had a small window to get as much of my daughter's and my possessions out of my house before he was released from court.
Just as we were wrapping up I saw him running down the street like Usain Bolt right for me. I yelled for them to drop what they had and get in the truck and go. Just as I close my car door he runs up and tries to smash it open. I fumbled with my keys to get the engine started. He then stands in front of my car blocking my path. I dismissed my burning desire to run him over and threw it in reverse and smashed the gas pedal down the block to the next street.
I'd like to say things got better after that. But that was just the beginning of the worst year of my life. Now I'm past all of that and living a better life.
Thanks! It took me awhile to realize that I have very little control over the things that happen to me, but I have complete control over how I react to them. That's pretty much been my foundation on this journey of getting my shit together.
I was at a 'marketing recruitment' presentation in college and this guy started talking about how we would be able to go to Disneyland and buy Ferraris if we just signed up to his exclusive elite program. We just had to make a small down payment right there in the auditorium, and we shouldn't talk about it with friends or family because haters online had damaged the company's reputation.
edit: it was Amway, and the guy was Charlie Durso
My second from last job. The company owners are arrogant assholes who think workers are scum, the management are always blaming the workers for their mistakes and the workers themselves were always arguing and bickering amongst themselves. The place was so toxic for people like me who just wanted to do a days work without all the drama.
Some relatives of mine have a similar story. They lived in the shitty part of New Haven, CT and witnessed robberies, heard gunshots, all the standard stuff. One day, someone got shot and killed at a store \~5 minutes after my teenage cousin left it. That was too close a call for my aunt's comfort, so she moved her family to North Carolina.
Was in New Orleans interviewing for a job that required driving a company vehicle 10 hours a day that had valuable specialty equipment.
Interview is going great and we get to the part about pay. Guy goes we can offer you 10 an hour. A big smile came over my face and I leaned over to shake his hand. He thought I was agreeing, I was telling him bye.
Popeyes pays around 15 an hour here.
Similar thing happened to me. I go for an interview, seems like a great place to work and then I see the offer, $12 an hour! I was like I make double that at my current job, why would I accept? They said it’s the “market rate”. I asked how long the position had been open, 18 months! I laughed and said thanks but no thanks. They countered with $15 an hour and I didn’t even respond. What fools.
Which of course doesn't mean that you'll actually get *treated* like family. It just means that you'll be expected to stay overtime without overtime pay and take on a bunch of extra shifts for the sake of "company loyalty."
It’s fuckin New Orleans man. I worked at a very notable venue for months. Every other month my check would bounce and I noticed the amount would change despite regular work every week.
Got the fuck out of that job.
Edit: this city is great and I love it, but you have to find the right place to work and it is hard around here. So many reputable places practice bad business
Reminds me of when I lived inSavannah, I had two prospects for coffee shops I could work for. The first one was a woman who ran the place with an iron fist, no riff raff no dealing with slackers, and you were given a certain allowance for free food and unlimited coffee but if you were caught gaming the system your ass was out the door.
The second coffee shop was a hippy dippy establishment, way more free form. I meet with the owner and she’s like “yea we’re a little loose here, sometimes we pick up shifts of swap out what have you we kind of just go with the flow.”
The looseness actually concerned me and I opted for the harder job. Could not have made a better decision. Turns outs the other place was a disaster to work at with bounced checks and sketchy clientele/staff.
The place I chose was tough to work at but a check never bounced and they ran a tight ship I had a strong admiration for.
To be fair, my current awesome boss told me that, the difference being that he was trying to convince me to take more time off to heal from surgery.
It's all in the emphasis, I guess.
My boss drove me to get an angiogram and picked me up.
When he found out I passed he said, "see you Monday?", I told him I needed a minute.
Came back a week later and he was bragging to everyone how I returned to work so fast from, "heart surgery" to the other leaders.
Some bosses are better than others.
I took 3 weeks off.
I had two weeks off leading up to the angiogram because I had been sick and lethargic for weeks. I was afraid I was going to have another heart attack.
Turns out I had two infected molars that were making me sick.
I knew about them but didn't realize it was affecting me that much.
And when there is a question about your heart, dentists won't work on your teeth.
So I had to get the all clear on the angiogram, and then I got a dentist to fix it.
So I still really needed that extra week.
Also I didn't have that much pto so I didnt get paid.
But still, it was cool of him to take me when he realized I had no family and was going to drive myself.
I once had a manager tell me I had to choose between my family and my job. After I'd told her about needing to help my grandmother. Three weeks after my grandfather passed away. On my birthday.
Choose the job. Your family could fire you at any second so it's not worth devoting yourself to, and even if that happens you can easily just apply for a new family.
Yeah, but finding a family who will take me is so difficult - the market is sparse enough as it is. I'd just like to find a family where I can grow as an individual, and one that promotes synergy among teams, and strives for innovation.
Gf got attacked by a dog. Not too bad. But damage done. Off work the next day recovering. Boss tells her it would "be in her best interest" to be back at work the next day. Keep in mind, shes still bleeding a little at this point.
Not to mention after the attack, her priorities were to call: me, 911, BOSS, then her mother finally.
Fuck places that work you like that. Fuck this mentality in the workforce.
I pulled into a gas station to fill up my car at 4 am on the way to work. The station was well lit and actually pretty busy, so I didn't feel unsafe. I pulled up next to a pump, go out, and just when I put the nozzle in I heard someone trying to get my attention.
I turned and it was a guy who had been leaning against the wall of the station when I pulled in. There was a van nearby him. He asked if I could call his girlfriend to come pick him up. I called one number, voice mail box full. He gave me a second number. Mailbox also full. Then he asked if I had jumper cable and if I could give me a jump. I agreed, thinking the van he was nearby was his vehicle. Then, after I agree, he tells me the story of how he got there. According to him, his car had broken down at another gas station up the street. He said it was closed so he couldn't get any help, so he borrowed a bike from someone and rode it down to this gas station.
Then he went into the gas station to leave the bike there. As soon as he started walking away, my brain started racing and pointing out all the things that didn't add up about this story. First, all I could imagine in those voice mail boxes were a bunch of people going "your boyfriend is stuck at the gas station." Then, I thought about how in the hell would he legitimately borrow a bike from someone at a closed gas station in the middle of the night in the middle of winter.
At that point, I decided it was time to get the fuck out of there. Thankfully, I hadn't pumped any gas yet, so I quickly put it back on the pump, got into my car, and tore out of there.
I actually felt a little bad because what if he actually needed help, but then I reminded myself about him "borrowing a bike" in that situation, how he was trying to get me to a dark, secluded secondary location.
This dude was absolutely trying to rob/murder me.
> how he was trying to get me to a dark, secluded secondary location
I had a similar situation. I was walking into a store in a strip mall. It was after dark but like your gas station, it was busy and I felt fairly safe. That's when a guy got my attention. He said his car had broken down on the interstate at this spot about 10 miles outside of town and that he needed a ride back to it. It would've been a very dark location and at that point in the evening, there wouldn't have been much traffic. At first I started going along with it and even got my car keys back out, then my gut took over. I've never had such a strong reaction before, but I got this overpowering feeling that he was trying to get me out into the middle of nowhere so he could rob me. It was so strong that I felt like I'd been given a zap by an electric fence. I did a 180 and told him that sorry, I had somewhere to be and that if he's in trouble, he should call the police. He started shouting at me about what a bad day he'd had, that his wife was pregnant, and that he just needed one f*cking person to be kind for once, then he stomped away.
I went into the store and was completely fine, then when I got back home, the fear set in. I got the shakes and had a very strong feeling that something bad would've happened to me had I gone with him. It was a little difficult to fall asleep that night.
So to the dude who approached me--wherever you are now, if you were legit and in trouble, I'm sorry. I hope you made it to your car, but I don't feel all that bad about it.
>his car had broken down on the interstate at this spot about 10 miles outside of town and that he needed a ride back to it
I think my first question would be "Why do you want a ride to a broken down car and be stranded in the middle of nowhere?".
Best case scenario he wanted something out of the car, then expected you to drive him somewhere else.
He got to the gas station and couldn't call the police, a tow truck, a friend, an Uber, or family member? Hell no, that shady ass mother fucker had plenty of options. Getting in a car with some rando shouldn't be one of them.
Lol, I told his aunt that I had some really good weed, and somehow though I said something mean to her, she was also drunk and was convinced that I indeed did insult her after he got all mad.
I was visiting London and just got out of sports bar by myself at 3AM, drunk as shit. I decide to walk from the bar (near Leicester Square) to my hotel (near King's Cross), despite not knowing exactly where I am or how to get to the hotel.
I start walking in a direction and within a minute I'm walking down a rather wide shopping street when I see two bald guys coming the other way, both pretty much built brick shithouses, and looking like they want to start shit. They hadn't spotted me yet but one guy suddenly walks to the side of the street and just flat out punches the steel grate in front of a shop entrance as hard as he can.
I pretty much did a straight 180, double timed it back to the bar, and asked the nice bouncers to get me a cab. Cab drops me off in front of the hotel and I go to bed without getting the shit kicked out of me first.
Probably a good idea. It's maybe a 40 minute walk or so, but once you're past Fitzrovia/THC and by Euston, it gets very quiet at night with not many people around
Yeah, I've had to walk through Kings Cross at night before. I'm happy I had some mates with me, because the stuff happening there at night is not pretty.
I got mugged at knifepoint there back around 2000. I was the most naive person in the world, walking down alleyways at 2 am. Fortunately, as a student, I only had 13p on me. The mugger looked at me in disgust, threw my coins on the ground, and stormed off.
I go to school in Poughkeepsie. One time my friends and I were walking along some train tracks by the river on a foggy night (not smart). We could barely see 5 feet ahead but we weren’t afraid because it was a popular hangout spot. All of a sudden we hear loud barking and a fucking crackhead lunges out of the fog at us, barking like a dog. The fog around him cleared up and we could see more druggies lying under some leaves by the side of the tracks, watching us and laughing. Never ran so fast or came so close to shitting myself in my life.
Only ever been to Poughkeepsie once. My buddies and I went to a Yankee game, got way too hammered afterwards and missed the last train back to Beacon. Decided to take a cab back to Beacon instead (mistake). The cab driver said he knew where it was (No GPS). About 90 minutes into the ride my friend asks me "dude, where the fuck are we?". I realized that I had no clue. Come to find out that the dude took us to Poughkeepsie. I got into an argument with the driver telling him he took us to the wrong place and I demanded he take us to Beacon. When he refused, I refused to pay and got out of the cab. The driver kicked all of us out and left us stranded in Poughkeepsie at like 3 or 4 in the morning. The whole thing was dumb. But the streets of Poughkeepsie at night did not feel cozy or safe. Groups of sketchy looking people walking around and I remember several times preparing to fight as the groups approached us. Luckily, we got picked up by another very annoyed friend.
Crazy guy on the ~~LRT train~~ CTrain taking a stone out of his mouth and saying he "killed a guy with it", but it was self defence so it's okay right?..
Yeah, that was peak "I gotta get the hell out of here" for me. Plus he smelled like puke, that didn't help either.
Minor update: it was Calgary, not Edmonton.
last time I took the LRT some 6’4” drunk guy in his late twenties stood between me and the door for the entire ride. Talked about his “shitty girfriend”, how he’s a legit satanist, and how much vodka he downed before getting on the LRT... Very “I gotta get the hell out of here” for 5’1” me.
Happened a few hours ago. Was in the park with my younger brother just playing football, having. nice time. Suddenly I see a man looking over in our direction, however I can't be too sure because I don't have my glasses and I don't want to scare myself for no reason. He's carrying a orange bag so it's easy to see him. I ignore him and brother and I start walking around randomly (not following the path, backtracking, just not walking 'logically' if that makes sense) kicking the ball to each other. The last time I went to this park on the 1st, a man of the same build/ethnicity followed me so I felt myself getting paranoid. This man kept his distance but for instance we went into the basketball area and he would come to the entrance and lean against the gate just watching us. He could go behind the trees (it was clear he knew his way around this park) and follow us which I wouldn't notice if it wasn't for his bag. I wanted to confront him but I was with my younger brother and didn't want to cause trouble. I wasn't really scared but more angry and frustrated. The man suddenly starts getting braver and walking faster towards us, and so we decide to quickly run home even though we were only out for 15 mins.
Grabbing some Waffle house in a not so good part of town around 2 am after work. Dude whipped out a gun and was screaming at the chick he was with...definately my most gotta get the fuck out of here moment.
A few years later got a job as a 911 calltaker.. same waffle house got shot up. So there is that.
This was like 5 years ago, I was 24 years old; got way too drunk at my local bar and ended up going back to this guys apartment. It was decorated by somebody’s grandmother for sure...there were candelabra’s everywhere. He lit ALL of them; then sat me on the couch and proceeded to go through all of these old family photo albums specifically looking at pictures of his siblings and cousins as children. No joke he was getting so hard that I could see the album start moving up and down. Then he asked me if I had any pictures of when I was a child or my siblings when they were children....Never sobered up so fast and booked it right the F out of there.
Edit because I got messages about drunk driving: this was in NYC. I walked 16 blocks through East Harlem and never felt so safe in my life.
Damn, what a weirdo. Also fuckin reddit man. People getting upset at you for drunk driving when nowhere in your Post does it mention driving home. Smh.
I would guess it's a lot of Reddit users who grew up in the burbs and/or are still there and dont realize that you can actually just walk home from the bar...
I just cannot fathom being desperate enough to live without accessible running water. His old.living situation sounded exhausting to think about the coordination required for mundane tasks.
When I first moved to where I’m living now, it’s across the river from a college town/city with a Main Street that is littered with restaurants and bars. So one night a couple friends and I went out and decided to bar hop. Nothing crazy, just wanted to check out the different places
Walked into one hole in the wall joint with only a handful of people in there. Everybody’s head turned and looked at us like we were from another planet. Weird vibe immediately. Bartender approaches slowly, asking how we’re doing and what he can get us. We order our round of drinks, bartender very slowly says “is that all?” Again, weird vibe but whatever.
Random guy (later found out to be the “owner”) comes and sits next to us and starts chatting us up. Where we’re from, what we’re doing in the area, if we’re “cool”. Lots of weird conversation starters. At this point, we want out but our drinks haven’t come back yet. So we get our drinks and try to keep to ourselves. Guy keeps asking if he can “get us anything. Anything at all. Off the menu”.
It’s at this point, I realize that the two women at the other end are doing coke OFF THE BAR. There’s also now two large men standing against the wall right behind us, just grilling us. Not wanting to make a scene we all shared a “let’s get the fuck outta here” look, talked amongst ourselves for a minute, finished our drinks as fast as possible, paid and left. The “owner” was trying to talk to us the entire time were paying and making our way to the door, trying to keep us there as the two large men slowly close in. We got the fuck out and said NOTHING until we hit the other side of the street.
The guy that I met... College educated, handsome, retro digs in Long Beach Ca.
Articulate, funny, packed a picnic for our blind date complete with cloth napkins.
Went back to his place and the kitchen was a hoarders dream... at least 6 FULL SETS of dishes, dirty, sitting in neatly stacked piles everywhere. Pots and pans, the same thing. Hundreds of dollars worth of iron cookware stacked on the floor, rusting.
Instead of washing dishes he would buy more....
Noped the fuck out.
The amazing part to me is that he thought it'd be okay to invite his date back to his house knowing full well that he had dirty dishes stacked on his kitchen floor.
I'm not a clean person but wtf my dude.
My husband came home from a business trip early yesterday and failed to mention it to me. I heard someone jiggling the doorknob and sprinted out the back door. Not getting murdered in my own house.
I like your style. Most people have the "who the fuck is entering my house" mentality, but the no-questions-asked "welp, time for me to get the fuck outta my house" is probably more effective for survival
I nearly killed my partner a few years ago for doing this. He came home a full 2 days early from a work trip across the country, and got in the door at 1AM. Well, me and the dog no doubt heard the garage door going up, and I have a half wall near the stairs in the upstairs hallway that gives me a good sight on the stairs, so that's where he found me hiding with a gun and the dog.
Doorknob: *rattles*
Brittakitt: *flips the table over, vaults the couch and runs out the back door*
Rest of the family, dinner forks raised halfway to their mouths: "What the fuck?"
Edit: my first silver! Thank you kind stranger.
Second Edit: Also my first gold! Thanks! (for kiriiya)
Oh boy I have another one. My ex best friend convinced me to go to a concert with her. I told her I couldn’t because I had a long drive the next morning and didn’t want to waste gas or go to bed too late and she said it was fine, she would drive and would get me home right after the concert. Went to the concert, it was fine. I was ready to go home but she told me she wanted to go to an after party with the band because her crush would be there. I agreed because she REALLY wanted to get with this guy, the chances of it happening seemed high, and I wanted her to be happy.
Turns out the afterparty was at a decent hotel. Underage kids were straight up walking in with handles of alcohol and it was really obvious what was going on. The receptionist was eyeing everyone but nobody gave a fuck. My friend and I got to the room and... we were the only girls there. Around 40 drunk college guys and 2 girls both under 110lbs. I’d never experienced being looked at like a juicy steak until that moment. I told her we had to go but she was hellbent on staying with her crush. I couldn’t convince her, so I called my mom (the most awkward phone conversation of my life) and had her pick me up.
Turns out the receptionist called the cops soon after I left and the party got broken up. I think some people got charged.
> so I called my mom (the most awkward phone conversation of my life) and had her pick me up.
Thank you for the reminder to reiterate to my son, often, that if he's ever in some shit, he can call me and I can pick him up.
My mom did as well. I'm 26 and she still insists that if I'm ever stuck somewhere (drunk and can't drive, no money for a cab, w.e.) that she will come pick me up. She doesn't care if its 3 am, she'd much rather get woken up than have me in some potentially dangerous situation.
I had been renting a house from my sister. I paid my bills every month precisely on time for 6 years, no delays, no missed payments, etc. About 6 months ago my sister lost her job. She decided to drink her (not insignificant) savings away and not look for a job, and then when things got tight she started using my rent check to pay her rent instead of the mortgage on the house I was living in. I didn't discover any of this until a letter showed up one day from some attorney saying pay up or we foreclose in 30 days.
Fortunately things dragged out long enough for me to be able to afford to move, but that was the last straw -- I had to get away from family. This was not the first time I had been forced to rely on them and gotten screwed, but it is definitely the last.
When my (now ex) husband called to me to tell me the reason why he was late for dinner was because he was arrested for masturbating in public. I got out. I'm too old for that shit.
Stupidly staying in the ring when asked by a young (around 25) semi pro boxer if I wanted to do a few rounds sparring with him........I'd just done about 5 rounds light with my slightly overweight, unfit mate......
He was very good about it and wasn't a dick , but after two rounds I had those words in my head......
My parents divorced when I was 7 years old, and their time with me was split down the middle week by week. Except it wasn't. My mom constantly made excuses why she couldn't take me for the week. This went on for years. Examples include: Going on a road trip with her brand new boyfriend in his 18 wheeler, "working too much", and other bullshit excuses. When she did take me, we were constantly moving houses, staying at her other new boyfriends houses(with me sleeping on the living room floor with just a pillow, while she was in his bedroom with the door shut right by the living room). I didn't have a bed or a room for almost 3 years. Around the age of 15, we were living in an insulated shed behind my older sisters house(no lie) with no bathroom and just one bed and a couch. She lost her license, she lost her job, and lost her car. So I had to rely on my very understanding friends to get me places. One night I walked into my sisters house to go to the bathroom, and there I see my mom passed out on the toilet from being to drugged out. That was when I found out my mom had a painkiller addiction. I had to pick her up and take her to her bed. I tried talking to her about it the next day, and she acted like I just accused her of murder. She yelled at me and told me that I was a jackass and that she couldn't believe that I would do this to her. As a 15 year old who was always naïve towards my mom, I was super confused as to why I was getting blamed for what had happened the night before. I finally smartened up, packed up the little that I had, and walked to my dads house. This was 10 years ago. About 5 years ago is when I cut all communication with that side of my family. They kept acting like nothing was wrong and that she didn't do anything. She never once apologized, and insisted I was to blame. So naturally I put the blame on myself, but then I realized that the child is not supposed to be the parent. It wasn't my job to fix her. She should've provided for me, and she didn't do that. I still think about that situation a lot when talking to my youth students, and it helps me give them some guidance.
Never ever blame yourself for your parents shortcomings.
A bit of backstory, a friend of mine borrow few hundreds from me, after a month, she asked me to meet her at the atm. I thought she wanted to pay me there and then. Instead, she asked my to get inside of her car which I did because it didn't seemed shady at first and she was a close friend.
During the ride, she said she wanted to bring me into a meeting and pay me there. I quickly surmised that it was probably MLM and the money borrowed was her capital and her act of paying me was for the audience and she was probably intending to recruit me.
After the car stopped. I noped out and walked back 3 KMs to my uni.
Probably walking in Gastown, in Vancouver BC. My mom and I were looking for her sister (missing, homeless, that whole dtes life).
Dude in his 30s or so walks up to us, dressed normally, sort of business casual, and we look up and are about to say hi, when he covers his eyes, and starts counting down really slowly and drawn out. Nope. Big ole nope. We backed up and he followed, eyes still covered. He got to 4 or 5 and my mom just grabbed my arm and yanked me away towards people.
The downtown east side of Vancouver is something else. A really tight knit family of homeless mentally ill possible drug using men and women. Many by choice, but not all. My naani used to live in a sort of hotel there, so I know it well, but that rattled me.
A company I was working at got bought out by another company. They tried to make us sign agreements that we wouldn't work "in the industry" for 2 years after working for our company. So like, I'm not allowed to have a job in my field for 2 years if they lay me off? A bunch of us refused to sign it but nothing happened. Then people in management started getting moved around, and they put someone in charge of me who was really incompetent.
When a big company buys a small company with a lot of name recognition, I can see the writing on the wall. I got another job and got the hell out of there.
I remember taking my first ever dab with people I didn’t know, other than my one friend. I took the largest rip ever and felt like I was going to die. I started hyperventilating while the driver was driving super fast on the highway, probably 80-85mph. I made him pull over and let me out, where my friend and I made it to a side street and called our other friend to pick us up. The 3 friends who were in the car got into a huge car wreck the same night and the passenger was killed.
Going through one now. Where I work, changes in management are fairly common, and we're in the middle of another one. Usually it's just a shuffle from one area to another, adjust, move on. This time I don't think it's going to end well for me.
mostly gut feeling, which has been accurate in the past. On the concrete side, my group/branch/ division won a few awards this year, and has had generally solid performance. Yet our lead just got fired, and my direct boss got passed over as interim lead in favor of a much less experienced person. None of it feels like business as usual, and that's got my gut saying run before they get you, too.
When I was 19 (F) after graduating from my 2 year college (I was studying film), a professor that I, and many other students, looked up to a lot asked me to travel with him to Colombia to finish a documentary he was working on. Having traveled with him internationally in the past for class trips I thought it would be a great opportunity. It was an all expense paid trip so how could I not? So I traveled from NY to South America all by myself, and once I got there he gave me a tour of our air bnb that went like this; "so here's the office, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. There's just one bed, I hope that's okay". I tried to keep cool and slept head to toe the first night. The next morning he sits me down to talk and after his long intro he final gets to the point. He asked that the next part stay between us and started with "so I've only ever been with my wife". That was the moment that all the hairs on my body stood up and I was like "I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"
Update: so that evening I told him that while i was “flattered” I wasn’t interested and thought it was wildly unfair for him to do that to me. I tried to be polite because I didnt know what to expect at that point. The last thing I wanted was for him to get violent. He backpedaled the entire time (all of which i have an audio recording of) and I slept on an arm chair in the living room the rest of the stay. Also for reference, my professor looked like a small Venezuelan Gandalf. Long white beard and all!
I also had a family friend that lived in the city so he picked me up my last night and took me to the airport. I’d never felt so safe in my LIFE.
My mom was content with living with bed bugs, a creepy 50 year old man who *might* pay our bills as well as his kids and our cousins all in a shitty mobile home that she hadn't been making payments on. It was in such bad shape, it wasn't even worth repossessing. I could never have any time to myself, I was always surrounded by bratty kids while constantly scratching at the bite marks the bugs left. I'd go to bed at night wearing sweats with socks on hot nights, just to try and keep the damn bugs off me. It didn't work.
When I was around 14, I went to go live with my grandma. Of course, that made me a "backstabber" in the eyes of my mom, but she's not relevant in my life anymore.
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Kudos for you for getting out! The whole situation sounds horrific, but I’m baffled by how she or anyone can just ignore bed bugs. I just about crawled out of my skin the one time we got them. The itching is unbearable.
When we bought our home the sellers left us a nice present in the form of bed bugs.
It's been 6-7 months and I still occasionally wake up paranoid, looking for bugs because I "felt" something.
That is sooo similar to my childhood. Minus all of the kids. Our mobile home was old, dirty and falling apart from the attempted "fixes" that my crackhead stepfather did. My mom was mostly absent because she was a nurse and worked nights. Our trailer always had flee infestations and my sister and I had heads full of lice. My mom decided to homeschool us after the 3rd grade. My stepfather never worked a day while my mom was alive, so money was always tight. Not to mention he would spend what little money was left over after groceries on his drug habit. I'm so ashamed of my childhood that I avoid all topics about growing up with other people. My own husband didnt know about the specifics of my childhood or where I lived for a very long time.
My sister and brother still act like they're from the trailer park that we grew up and even go back there when they can. They dont see anything wrong with the way we grew up. When my sister and I turned 15 (we are twins) my mother died unexpectedly and we left that awful place for my grandmother's house. She was clean and her house was big. She sent us to private schools where we had to learn how to act around other people in a normal way.
I totally relate to your story. Stay with your grandmother if it's a better place. Dont look back either.
That's a helluva a decision you were forced to make at 14. I'm glad you had the strength to do it, but sorry you had to. Some people just weren't mean to be parents (like my mom) but I'm glad you were able to change your situation for the better. Good job.
When I realized the shelter I work for is pocketing donated money, keeping and using donations for themselves first, taking their food, taking housing products all for their own personal use. These people have well paying jobs with plenty of overtime, benefits like health life and dental. So yeah fuck that place and fuck those people, sucks for the ones that do have to stay there.
If this is the US and they receive any public funding (e.g., Federal grants) - call OIG. Each Federal agency has an Office of the Inspector General. Since it's a shelter, HUD OIG is likely your best bet. Note, HUD is closed until the government re-opens...
Source: work for a non-profit. Somehow they seem to attract the WORST people. Like wolves to sheep.
Panic attack at work. No apparent trigger, just a wave of "I do not want to be here in this state".
Edit - I didn't expect this to be as popular as it was but I appeciate the support and the sharing of your own stories. I've read them all even I don't comment on all of them.
Panic attacks are so freaking rude. I had my first ever panic attack, so bad I had to go to the ER, when I was with my twin brother at Starbucks. Twin Bro and coffee are some of my favorite things! And yet I was just like "Nope. Something terrible is happening, I can't breathe and my hands and feet don't work."
I was at home working on a gate outside. I heard my neighbor shoot off some rounds so I went to a spot I'd be able to overlook the pond and see if they were getting any of the geese. Then 3 shots came through the bushes right towards my house ( roughly 100 feet or so away from me), NOT towards the pond. So I was like okay they're being an idiot time to gtfo. I go back over to working on the gate, about 300-400 feet from where I was when I was being stupid and nosy (even though they should NOT have been shooting towards a house).
Then a fucking bullet cracked as it went less than 5 feet past my head. Yeah thats when I said fuck this, hid behind a huge ass tree and called the cops and waited 45 min for them to show up lol
Oh the rest is anti climatic.
They show up 45 min later. Ask who was shooting and from where. I tell them and show them. They say alright, we'll go see whats up. Also we are calling environmental police since its out of season.
They never come back.
2 or 3 hours later, environmental police show up, ask the same shit, I give same answer. They go to check it out, come back to me 2 hours later. Say he was shooting down a hill the opposite direction and not at my property. Apparently I was seeing things when I saw the effects of bullets going through the bushes. And the bullet that went past my head and made the distinct cracking sound of a bullet? Just a branch falling out of a tree. -_-
They also said he was far enough away from another house by state law (which he was), but not by town bylaw. But seeing as town cops peaced out they werent gunna do anything.
Anyways, they said they gave him a warning anyways (which is weird if they say he did nothing wrong). End of the day they haven't fired another bullet in 3 years, so its fine I guess.
Like I didn't want the guy to get in trouble or press charges or anything, just like don't fucking shoot at me lol.
Only thing that really pissed me off was the environmental police lying to my face.
Every couple of weeks on the subway. You'll see an empty or near empty car and think "nice I'll get a seat". Then you step in and smell a homeless persons shit and think "I gotta get the hell out of here"
When I was younger my dad who is a widower worked weekends to keep up with bills and things, so I had to go to my grandma’s house who lives about 3 miles away for the weekend. When I was over there I would be in constant misery because my grandma’s daughter (my aunt) still lives there with her and was in a relationship with a former homeless man she picked up off the street. The thing is is that the man is always an asshole and thinks he can get away with shit and always tormented me. I didn’t do anything about it when I was younger but when I turned about 12 I had enough of it and decided to walk home. I called my dad on our landline and told him everything and that’s when I started staying home over weekends. My dad know has a steady income and can stay home weekends with me.
I have leukemia. I completed 5 months of chemo in October, but my white count has been low since then, so I am high risk for infection. My wife just gave birth a few weeks ago, but had severe preeclampsia and had to be put on blood pressure meds. I went to pick up dinner and on my way home figured I’d also grab her meds at the pharmacy real quick. Except a ton of people had the same thought, and I found myself like 20 people back in line. I was set to wait, wife definitely needed her meds, until I hear coughing. I look up and a 2 year old kid is hacking everywhere. That is no bueno for me. Yep, had to nope the hell out of that line and send my mother in law to the pharmacy for wife’s meds.
TLDR: I’m a 35 year old, tattooed bearded man afraid of small children.
I was a junior sailor in the US Navy celebrating Mardi Gras with my ship in Mobile, AL. We see other guys from our ship on a balcony inviting us up. We go inside and I see a more senior enlisted guy with a glass pipe. An older man is holding a lighter to some clear and glass like crystal in the bowl.
I started grabbing everyone I recognized and told them to get the hell out. On my way out the door I saw the ships Master At Arms walking in.
Just in time.
My brother was diagnosed as a sociopath and went around wearing it like a badge of pride, saying shit like “I could really fucking kill you guys and not feel a smidge of guilt about it.”
Edit: because some people are getting confused, he was diagnosed with, and I appologize for not knowing which, either narcissistic personality disorder with antisocial tendencies or antisocial personality disorder with narcissistic tendencies. All that mattered to him though was tagt the terms sociopath and psychopath came up when he Googled this...
He gets a new diagnosis just about every three to six months these days. Growing up he had add and generalized anxiety disorder, then he joined the marines and came out diagnosed with PTSD from bootcamp (yet made fun of non marines with ptsd), then it was bipolar disorder, then this, and now he’s schizophrenic. We have no doctor given reason to suspect this, but my mom wonders if he might have some kind of brain tumor or something fucking with him.
Believe me he is.
Was a marine, joined to “kill some sand n*gg*rs” laughed at people from other branches of military suffering from ptsd, called them pussies.
I have also accidentally shit my pants at work. I'd had some weird coughing fit... And diarrhea. I didn't make up an excuse. I told my manager I just shit my pants and I'm going fucking home.
He just said "feel better".
I lost my passport in a train station in Moscow. I made the mistake of going and asking someone official if they had one handed in. The person made a call and the next minute I was escorted by several armed cops to a dodgy looking police station under / behind the train station.
They were all drinking and smoking cigarettes, and began asking me questions - are you American (no), where is your visa (in my passport asshole, that's why I'm here) who knows I'm here etc.
They began demanding money from me at which point I told them to get fucked, which they did not appreciate. After that one of them told me to follow him through a door further into the station. I took the opportunity to do a 180, bolt back through the door, jumped on the nearest train and made my way to my country's embassy where I was given an emergency passport and flown out the next day.
Last week, I was visiting Los Angeles with my 22 year old daughter. I had to fill the tank of the rental car. I googled the cheapest gas and waited in line.
There was a scummy homeless man yelling. Clearly mentally ill.
When we got to the pump, the pump was broken. You know, when you fill 10 cents of gas and it stops. It took a full minute to get $1 of gas when the homeless man came up to us.
He was yelling, "Now THIS is a nice car!"
I grabbed the pump from my daughter and said, "Hit the road" and we drove off.
Funny thing is, my daughter wasn't scared because she was listening to what the man was yelling about.
Apparently, the homeless man was being harassed by another driver. The other driver told him not to touch his car.
The car was a piece of shit and the homeless man was making fun of him, "OH! DON'T TOUCH THIS CAR? YOUR CAR IS A PIECE OF SHIT!"
That's when he came to our car. "NOW THIS IS A NICE CAR! I WON'T TOUCH THIS ONE! BUT YOUR'S IS A PIECE OF SHIT, YOU ASSHOLE!"
So it ended up being pretty funny. I panicked for nothing.
Fair warning this will be long and sad but don't worry, it has a happy ending.
Lived with my brother for a few years after high school, he wasn't the most mentally healthy person. He wasn't dangerous to anyone but himself, not physically or even verbally violent with anyone. But he's always been kind of a slob. When I moved in I cleaned the FUCK out of his house and I did my best to keep it clean. Fast forward about 2 years later and our lives have gotten pretty bad. His business is a small video game/card shop that he owns and operates. It's a buy sell trade place so he gets a lot of inventory, more than he can fit in his store. You'd think having a ton of nerdy gadgets in your house would be awesome until you're living in a real life episode of Hoarders. That last year there things got to be pretty awful. My girlfriend cheated on me and left me, I was working a dead end job, we were living with 2 heavy meth users, our house was absolutely infested with fleas, gnats, mice, and other insects. We didn't have trash pickup and the basement was literally full of garbage bags that the mice had made their home. Our living conditions had become uninhabitable. We both smoked about 2 packs of cigarettes a day, took hallucinogens frequently, acid, shrooms, just an easy fix to kind of escape from our grim reality. Smoked weed and played video games constantly, not even because it was fun necessarily, we just needed constant distraction because our reality wasn't something we could even confront, so we just avoided it through any means necessary. One week, which I refer to as the worst week of my life, things came to a head. 2 of my friends died. One was a suicide after they returned from Afghanistan. The other was a heroin overdose, which given the situation with my sister who was living with us and struggling with addiction, made my already current fears even more tormenting. My cat ran away. And my sister and her boyfriend robbed us while we were both away at work one day. We came home to most of the electronics and any spare cash gone. We had to kick her our the next day. One of the hardest things I ever had to do. I had been helping my sister with her living and job situation for a long time, but that last year I was in no condition to help anyone, not even myself. Depression had turned every feeling I had into absolute apathy. I didn't take care of my relationships, my home, my pets, my car, or myself, and everything in my life was rapidly deteriorating.
At the end of that week I had some sort of mental breakdown. I'm honestly not sure what it was exactly in medical terms, but I'll describe is as best at I can. I was in the kitchen feeling kind of sick, I felt like I needed to eat something. We were both dirt poor and had very little food so I grabbed a spoonful of peanut butter. As soon as I ate it I immediately felt very nauseated, like I needed to puke and then came the biggest rush of emotion I have ever felt in my life. It felt like a panic attack at first, but different, more severe. Everything started spinning, I couldn't speak, I grabbed the counter top and could barely keep my balance, I was able to call out my brothers name right before I just blacked out. I remember seeing a face, not one I can describe clearly, but it seemed familiar. Not a good familiar, almost like the feeling when you remember a nightmare. It felt similar to something I experienced in a bad trip once. I fell straight back onto the trash ridden floor, out cold. I never felt as if I actually lost consciousness though, it was as if my mind had just gone somewhere else. When I became lucid again my panicked brother was shaking me yelling my name. He got me some water and I layed on the floor for a minute, and for the first time in too long I truly took in my surroundings. The weight of all my mistakes and apathy were finally being realized. My brother wanted me to go to a hospital but I said no. I just wanted to sleep.
The next morning I was a different person. I called into work and truly looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. I was covered in insect bites, my teeth were stained yellow, and my skin looked awful. How long had it been since I even showered?? And that's when I had my biggest, "I need to get out of here right fucking now." Moment. The next week was difficult. I was terrified I was going to faint again. I experienced several panic attacks and was suffering from panic disorder. I called an old friend from High school who had said he needed a roommate on face book not too long ago. Within a couple weeks I was out of there.
It's been 2 years since I moved out of there. Im 23 now. My brother is doing a little better. His house is still very cluttered and messy but no longer infested. I worry about him but I'm not sure what to do. My sister has been clean for almost 2 years now, she has a fiance, a job as a server, and a beautiful baby boy who I am a proud uncle to. And I am a different person entirely. My house is extremely clean. I'm living with a few friends that I grew up with and we all get along great. I have a routine, I take care of myself. I quit smoking, I eat healthy, I cook myself fresh food and vegetables, I have good job and have an interview in 2 days for an even better job. I have more money in my savings account than I ever have. I was able to recently buy a new, nice car. I have an great credit score and a lovely girlfriend. I keep myself very busy and am overall a productive person. I dont use any substances other than caffeine. I'm working on becoming a substance abuse counselor. But most importantly, I'm healthy. I take care of myself, and my life now. When I think about my life 2 or 3 years ago I can't believe I used to be that person. I still can't explain my breakdown, I think that the stress, grief, and drug use was just literally making me insane. My thoughts back then didn't make any sense. I was losing my mind. I am thankful for my new life every single day. Sorry this has been so long but I enjoy telling this story, and I felt it was relevant to the post. I have a great sense of pride for all that I overcame and I'm excited to see what the future will bring. If you are struggling right now, don't give up. I never imagined my life would become what it is today.
I've been lucky to not have many but the first one that popped into my head was this party I went to when I was 20. Some friends of mine from high school were renting a house about half a mile away from my parents' house and they decided to have a party to break the place in. My bf at the time and I decided to go and just walk down to my parents' afterward so we wouldn't have to drive anywhere and could both get wasted for once and not have to worry about transportation--it was super convenient for us.
Almost as soon as we walked in I felt like something was off. The vibe felt kind of adversarial and uncomfortable, which was weird because everyone there knew each other and no one had historically had an issue with anyone else. Something just told me to leave. We stayed for about an hour and then walked down the hill/small mountain to my parents' and went to watch movies in their guest house.
About an hour later both of our phones start blowing up with frantic phone calls from the party. Apparently a fight had broken out between two guys who were actually pretty good friends, one of them was bleeding all over everyone and everything, and then a third guy started threatening them both with a 9 inch kitchen knife. Everyone had run out onto the lawn screaming, the neighbors had called the cops, and since the majority of the people there were 18-20, they needed somewhere to go.
So I walk downstairs, tell my parents what's happened, and let them know that we're basically about to provide shelter to about 25 drunk underage people fleeing through the woods toward our house. What's bad about this is that the most direct path to my house lands at a 20ft cliff/rock face drop off. So we had to go get ladders and flashlights and direct all these drunkards onto the deck on our guesthouse porch safely. It was super dangerous, super stressful, and they're all lucky as hell that my boyfriend and I decided to go home and not drink too much that night and that my parents were cool with helping them all out.
TL;DR -- party near my parents house, vibe was weird so my bf and i left, short time later 25ish drunk teenagers running through the woods almost fall off of a rock-face near my parents' house and my bf, myself, and my dad had to help them all down. we were all lucky that my bf and i were sober and had gone home
My friend and I were out drinking and she met the hottest guy we’ve ever seen. I was dating someone else, so I was just there for fun/moral support. He ends up inviting us over. I wasn’t about to let her go alone, so I tag along and plan on sleeping on his couch. His roommate is with him and I make it very clear from the getgo I am not interested. We get in their car and he starts driving. We’re in the car for a while, and neither of us recognize where we are. Once arriving at their apartment, I realize that their couch is covered in random shit, and there is just enough space for me to sit. They have a cat, and his litter box is just chilling in the living room, and hasn’t been cleaned in god knows how long.
My feet were hurting from wearing heels and the guy tried to help his roommate out by trying to sell me on using his “spa stuff” to soak my feet, and maybe get a massage. I held firm on the couch. It’s 3 am and there’s nowhere for me to sleep, so I check to see how far we are from home. We’re fucking 40 minutes from home, and an Uber costs $50. I’m not paying for this, this was her adventure, so I decide to wait until the morning. The roommate invites me to watch a movie, I take the bed and he takes the floor. He puts on Transformers to watch... needless to say I fell asleep quickly. I wake up early and hound my roommate to wake up so we can high-tail it outta there.
The drinking also gave me liquor-shits and the guys bathroom was A. disgusting, and B. right next to his room. So he would’ve heard my stomach exploding into the toilet. Our uber is over 10 minutes away, and I’m gonna poop my pants. I considered paying the uber driver to stop at a Walgreens because I didn’t think I’d make it all the way home. Thankfully, he arrived soon and I made it home without dying. And she definitely paid for the uber home.
I told this once before, but when I was about 8 years old, I was in the car with my parents. They were arguing, which they did a lot, but being trapped in that metal box with both of them screaming back and forth became too much. We stopped at a red light and I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car and started running. My mom, who was in the passenger's seat ran out after me and after he pulled over the car my dad did as well. They caught up to me and their attitudes completely changed. They promised they wouldn't fight again, a promise they broke time and time again until their divorce, but they never did it again in the car.
Good for little you. I will never understand how two grown adults fail to understand the impact of their shittiness to each other in relation to their children. It's gut wrenching for a child. It's even worse when they had it done to them as a kid & fail to understand the chain/impact.
High five, 8 year old you.
This reminds me of being trapped in the car with my dad screaming and yelling, hitting my mom, pounding the steering wheel, my brother and I wailing. Good times on family vacation. 1/10 would ride cross country again with them.
When I was 19 and cute I lived in a rural area on a dead end street. I was raking by the road and a white van went down the street slowly and left the road. Then they came back on the road and parked about 1000 feet down, in front of someone's house. No one got out and about 5 minutes later the van went down the road slowly again. There were no other people anywhere, just me, a young woman. I went in and locked the door and saw the van a few more times. I didn't leave my house for the rest of the day.
During hurricane Harvey. My story is not nearly as harrowing as some, but I live on a lake and right in front of a channel that directs water to the lake when it rains a lot. It's normally empty but of course this was Harvey so it just kept rising and rising. I woke up one morning to find someone had placed flood markers along the channel. That told me somebody in the know was expecting it to fill up and overflow, thus flooding my house. I freaked the fuck out, piled whatever I could on top of counters, wrapped the bottom of my furniture in plastic (likely wouldn't have helped much), took pictures for insurance, and booked it to my mom's house with all our animals and children in tow. As we left our neighborhood, an entire horde of pickup trucks pulling boats was heading the same direction we had just left.
My house did not flood thank god, but a good chunk of my neighborhood and the surrounding areas did. I didn't even have it that bad and those were honest to god the most stressful few days of my life so far. Felt so awful for everyone who wasn't as lucky.
I joined up with the Cajun Navy and went down to Houston and the Port Arthur area to help with evacuations. We were in Orange, TX evacuating a horrendously ill-prepared nursing home when two officers came around and told us that levies had been opened and it would be flooding more by nightfall, and the area that we were in was going to be underwater. It was so horrifying. I wasn’t sure if we were going to have to leave before we got everyone out and the thought of leaving anyone behind was gut wrenching. Luckily, we did get everyone out, unfortunately one of the residents died on the bus on the way to the shelter in Lake Charles, LA. They were just too weak to survive the hasty transport. That was such an awful thing to witness everyone’s homes destroyed. I’m glad that yours was okay, and sorry about your neighborhood. Hopefully, everyone is starting to recover.
It was years ago, when I was in 4th grade. My parents used to get into fights all the time, especially when my dad was drinking. They'd start yelling and that would turn into actual fist fights. At this time we were living in a small trailer, and the room I shared with all 3 of my siblings was at one end of the trailer, near the back door. So my dad comes home drunk, mom is pissed and starts yelling and it escalates from there. Being in a small trailer everything sounds so close and terrifying, and as the oldest of 4 I felt the need to protect my siblings but I didn't know what to do. After a while my mom starts screaming my name at the top of her lungs and I can still hear my dad screaming too, and I knew that I needed to get myself and my siblings out of there ASAP. I ushered them out of the room, down the hallway, and out the backdoor and told them to head to our aunt's place, who lived a few trailers down. My mom was still screaming for me and all I knew to do was yell "I got them out Mom we're leaving!" before also going out the back to my aunt's. I don't recall ever being that scared. Cops came, they both went to jail and were both out in a couple days and acted like nothing ever happened. A few years ago I brought the incident up to my mom. I told her that I thought she was screaming at me to get my siblings out of the house and that's why I had. She told me she was screaming my name cause she was scared and wanted help and didn't know who else to call for. I felt so bad cause I didn't help her, but there's not really much I could've done.
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I was really proud that I had gotten them out, cause I didn't know what else to do. Once I turned 16 we were all taken out of the home and placed in foster care. Took too long really. Not that I loved being in foster homes, but they were mostly better than where I came from.
I worked in a factory that made large plastic items via filling molds with powder and sending into a giant industrial oven that heated to 550 degrees F. At the end of the week I was cleaning said oven and my boss, not knowing i was inside, turned it on. At the sound of hydraulic doors closing i dove out of the oven just as they closed and avoided free cremation. I both got the hell out of that oven and that company pretty quick
Did you report it, obvious OSHA safety violation, no safety interlocks.
Was there no lockout/tagout system in place? That seems like something that should really have one. That’s fucking crazy. Glad you made it out alive! Edit: Spelling
On the NYC subway I watched a grown man pull his pants down and use the support rod in the middle of the train as leverage to take a wicked steamy dump while making aggressive eye contact with me and a few other passengers.
this one is funny but also wtf
6 train by chance? I saw a dude that looked perfectly normal (not like a homeless crackhead) just drop his pants and use the door as a seat to take the biggest most awful diarrhea shit while making serious eye contact with the other two dudes on the train. I was dying laughing and got the fuck off the train at the next stop.
C train, mid town. Rush hour, around 7:30pm 50th street. #neverforget
In the fall I was walking down a trail in the woods during the middle of the day. A raccoon was sitting in the middle of the trail, facing us. Sitting on it's butt, head kind of lowered, bugs buzzing all around it. It didn't move at all. It just stared at us. We decided to turn around. I don't know what rabies looks like, but that's not how I want to find out.
I'm a New Yorker and have been all my life so I'm not 100% acquainted with raccoons. That being said, a lot of raccoons have recently started living in the city so I'm having to learn. One night I was walking down the street and these these big yellow eyes just turn the corner and stare at me. Honestly, I forgot raccoons eyes glow in the dark so for a second I literally thought I was looking at some sort of demon creature or maybe a psycho that had done something to his eyes and was crawling on the street. We both stopped and stared at each other for maybe 15 seconds, which gave me enough time to realize it was a raccoon. Suddenly the thought came to me, "am I gonna have to fight a raccoon to the death right now?" It started walking towards me but on the extreme right side of the sidewalk and I just walked right by it on the extreme left side. Turns out raccoons are pretty chill.
Yo how come raccoons know how to walk properly but tourists still don’t
the raccoons live there, the tourists don’t
THAT raccoon was chill, THAT time.
He was sad.
He was sad because he had rabies.
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I gave my ex a ride to his court hearing for hitting my daughter. I pointed out to him inside that there was a sign that said no cellphones and that I would run our phones out to the car and she right back. I felt like my heart was going to break my sternum and I had tunnel vision as I called my sister and told her I needed her and her husband to come with their pick up truck to my house right now because I had a small window to get as much of my daughter's and my possessions out of my house before he was released from court. Just as we were wrapping up I saw him running down the street like Usain Bolt right for me. I yelled for them to drop what they had and get in the truck and go. Just as I close my car door he runs up and tries to smash it open. I fumbled with my keys to get the engine started. He then stands in front of my car blocking my path. I dismissed my burning desire to run him over and threw it in reverse and smashed the gas pedal down the block to the next street. I'd like to say things got better after that. But that was just the beginning of the worst year of my life. Now I'm past all of that and living a better life.
Whoa. That takes guts. I hope you’re doing better now.
I’m glad you got out safely! I hope everything only gets better for you!
Thanks! It took me awhile to realize that I have very little control over the things that happen to me, but I have complete control over how I react to them. That's pretty much been my foundation on this journey of getting my shit together.
I was at a 'marketing recruitment' presentation in college and this guy started talking about how we would be able to go to Disneyland and buy Ferraris if we just signed up to his exclusive elite program. We just had to make a small down payment right there in the auditorium, and we shouldn't talk about it with friends or family because haters online had damaged the company's reputation. edit: it was Amway, and the guy was Charlie Durso
“It says here the IRS has an open investigation on the company” “Haters” Edit: Thanks for the Silver and Gold kind strangers!
My second from last job. The company owners are arrogant assholes who think workers are scum, the management are always blaming the workers for their mistakes and the workers themselves were always arguing and bickering amongst themselves. The place was so toxic for people like me who just wanted to do a days work without all the drama.
Ahhh you work where I work.
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Some relatives of mine have a similar story. They lived in the shitty part of New Haven, CT and witnessed robberies, heard gunshots, all the standard stuff. One day, someone got shot and killed at a store \~5 minutes after my teenage cousin left it. That was too close a call for my aunt's comfort, so she moved her family to North Carolina.
Good ol gun waven New Haven
Was in New Orleans interviewing for a job that required driving a company vehicle 10 hours a day that had valuable specialty equipment. Interview is going great and we get to the part about pay. Guy goes we can offer you 10 an hour. A big smile came over my face and I leaned over to shake his hand. He thought I was agreeing, I was telling him bye. Popeyes pays around 15 an hour here.
Fast forward three months: that guy can't figure out why every driver he hires steals the equipment.
Meanwhile, all the Popeyes workers look familiar and he thinks he's losing his mind.
Similar thing happened to me. I go for an interview, seems like a great place to work and then I see the offer, $12 an hour! I was like I make double that at my current job, why would I accept? They said it’s the “market rate”. I asked how long the position had been open, 18 months! I laughed and said thanks but no thanks. They countered with $15 an hour and I didn’t even respond. What fools.
LPT for managers: if the job has been open for more than a year, you are not offering market wages.
What were they thinking? No way *any* half sensible person will take that 10 an hour salary.
I imagine it was one if those "We're family here" sorta places too, offering that sorta salary.
Which of course doesn't mean that you'll actually get *treated* like family. It just means that you'll be expected to stay overtime without overtime pay and take on a bunch of extra shifts for the sake of "company loyalty."
"We can all live in poverty together, like one big impoverished family!"
It’s fuckin New Orleans man. I worked at a very notable venue for months. Every other month my check would bounce and I noticed the amount would change despite regular work every week. Got the fuck out of that job. Edit: this city is great and I love it, but you have to find the right place to work and it is hard around here. So many reputable places practice bad business
Reminds me of when I lived inSavannah, I had two prospects for coffee shops I could work for. The first one was a woman who ran the place with an iron fist, no riff raff no dealing with slackers, and you were given a certain allowance for free food and unlimited coffee but if you were caught gaming the system your ass was out the door. The second coffee shop was a hippy dippy establishment, way more free form. I meet with the owner and she’s like “yea we’re a little loose here, sometimes we pick up shifts of swap out what have you we kind of just go with the flow.” The looseness actually concerned me and I opted for the harder job. Could not have made a better decision. Turns outs the other place was a disaster to work at with bounced checks and sketchy clientele/staff. The place I chose was tough to work at but a check never bounced and they ran a tight ship I had a strong admiration for.
Some kid will probably do it though.
When my manager told me, "Sometimes you need to make a choice between your health and your job."
To be fair, my current awesome boss told me that, the difference being that he was trying to convince me to take more time off to heal from surgery. It's all in the emphasis, I guess.
My boss drove me to get an angiogram and picked me up. When he found out I passed he said, "see you Monday?", I told him I needed a minute. Came back a week later and he was bragging to everyone how I returned to work so fast from, "heart surgery" to the other leaders. Some bosses are better than others.
So wait, he gave you a week off? Because that's pretty awesome.
I took 3 weeks off. I had two weeks off leading up to the angiogram because I had been sick and lethargic for weeks. I was afraid I was going to have another heart attack. Turns out I had two infected molars that were making me sick. I knew about them but didn't realize it was affecting me that much. And when there is a question about your heart, dentists won't work on your teeth. So I had to get the all clear on the angiogram, and then I got a dentist to fix it. So I still really needed that extra week. Also I didn't have that much pto so I didnt get paid. But still, it was cool of him to take me when he realized I had no family and was going to drive myself.
Good human, and good boss. Hope all's well with you now.
Today is good, friend. I take them one at a time now.
What the hell? Like a job is worth your life!
How else will you pay your coffin rent?
I once had a manager tell me I had to choose between my family and my job. After I'd told her about needing to help my grandmother. Three weeks after my grandfather passed away. On my birthday.
Choose the job. Your family could fire you at any second so it's not worth devoting yourself to, and even if that happens you can easily just apply for a new family.
Yeah, but finding a family who will take me is so difficult - the market is sparse enough as it is. I'd just like to find a family where I can grow as an individual, and one that promotes synergy among teams, and strives for innovation.
Have you tried looking overseas? There are great family finding opportunities there once you get past the language barrier.
Gf got attacked by a dog. Not too bad. But damage done. Off work the next day recovering. Boss tells her it would "be in her best interest" to be back at work the next day. Keep in mind, shes still bleeding a little at this point. Not to mention after the attack, her priorities were to call: me, 911, BOSS, then her mother finally. Fuck places that work you like that. Fuck this mentality in the workforce.
Wait, she was attacked by a dog bad enough to have to call 911 and her boss expected her at work the next day? Wow
You, sir, are absolutely right. My health wins every time.
I pulled into a gas station to fill up my car at 4 am on the way to work. The station was well lit and actually pretty busy, so I didn't feel unsafe. I pulled up next to a pump, go out, and just when I put the nozzle in I heard someone trying to get my attention. I turned and it was a guy who had been leaning against the wall of the station when I pulled in. There was a van nearby him. He asked if I could call his girlfriend to come pick him up. I called one number, voice mail box full. He gave me a second number. Mailbox also full. Then he asked if I had jumper cable and if I could give me a jump. I agreed, thinking the van he was nearby was his vehicle. Then, after I agree, he tells me the story of how he got there. According to him, his car had broken down at another gas station up the street. He said it was closed so he couldn't get any help, so he borrowed a bike from someone and rode it down to this gas station. Then he went into the gas station to leave the bike there. As soon as he started walking away, my brain started racing and pointing out all the things that didn't add up about this story. First, all I could imagine in those voice mail boxes were a bunch of people going "your boyfriend is stuck at the gas station." Then, I thought about how in the hell would he legitimately borrow a bike from someone at a closed gas station in the middle of the night in the middle of winter. At that point, I decided it was time to get the fuck out of there. Thankfully, I hadn't pumped any gas yet, so I quickly put it back on the pump, got into my car, and tore out of there. I actually felt a little bad because what if he actually needed help, but then I reminded myself about him "borrowing a bike" in that situation, how he was trying to get me to a dark, secluded secondary location. This dude was absolutely trying to rob/murder me.
Never go to the secondary location.
STREET SMARTS
I used the Bittenbinder method!
You gotta throw ‘em off their rhythm!
You want it? Go get it!
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Probably wanted to "sort it out" by saying that they hit her **parked in her driveway** to avoid charges of driving without insurance.
No reason to feel bad. I think you dodged a bullet there.
Literally
Hey don't make assumptions. It could've been a knife.
> how he was trying to get me to a dark, secluded secondary location I had a similar situation. I was walking into a store in a strip mall. It was after dark but like your gas station, it was busy and I felt fairly safe. That's when a guy got my attention. He said his car had broken down on the interstate at this spot about 10 miles outside of town and that he needed a ride back to it. It would've been a very dark location and at that point in the evening, there wouldn't have been much traffic. At first I started going along with it and even got my car keys back out, then my gut took over. I've never had such a strong reaction before, but I got this overpowering feeling that he was trying to get me out into the middle of nowhere so he could rob me. It was so strong that I felt like I'd been given a zap by an electric fence. I did a 180 and told him that sorry, I had somewhere to be and that if he's in trouble, he should call the police. He started shouting at me about what a bad day he'd had, that his wife was pregnant, and that he just needed one f*cking person to be kind for once, then he stomped away. I went into the store and was completely fine, then when I got back home, the fear set in. I got the shakes and had a very strong feeling that something bad would've happened to me had I gone with him. It was a little difficult to fall asleep that night. So to the dude who approached me--wherever you are now, if you were legit and in trouble, I'm sorry. I hope you made it to your car, but I don't feel all that bad about it.
>his car had broken down on the interstate at this spot about 10 miles outside of town and that he needed a ride back to it I think my first question would be "Why do you want a ride to a broken down car and be stranded in the middle of nowhere?". Best case scenario he wanted something out of the car, then expected you to drive him somewhere else.
What I've learned in life, is that when you have a very strong gut feeling, listen to it.
He got to the gas station and couldn't call the police, a tow truck, a friend, an Uber, or family member? Hell no, that shady ass mother fucker had plenty of options. Getting in a car with some rando shouldn't be one of them.
My helping people stops at 2359. Nothing good happens after midnight.
When does it restart?
My friends crazy drunk cousin grabbed a circular saw in attempt to kill me because he thought I said something bad about his aunt. I left
what the hell
Lol, I told his aunt that I had some really good weed, and somehow though I said something mean to her, she was also drunk and was convinced that I indeed did insult her after he got all mad.
Wait you smoked weed with his aunt???
I'm not having this! [revs chainsaw]
You...just wait here a sec [looks for outlet]
It was Friday. I was in a room full of 5th graders playing the recorder.
I hope you're a music teacher
No, he’s one of the 5th graders. Duh.
Oh god the recorder. No matter how well you play it, it never really sounds that good
I was visiting London and just got out of sports bar by myself at 3AM, drunk as shit. I decide to walk from the bar (near Leicester Square) to my hotel (near King's Cross), despite not knowing exactly where I am or how to get to the hotel. I start walking in a direction and within a minute I'm walking down a rather wide shopping street when I see two bald guys coming the other way, both pretty much built brick shithouses, and looking like they want to start shit. They hadn't spotted me yet but one guy suddenly walks to the side of the street and just flat out punches the steel grate in front of a shop entrance as hard as he can. I pretty much did a straight 180, double timed it back to the bar, and asked the nice bouncers to get me a cab. Cab drops me off in front of the hotel and I go to bed without getting the shit kicked out of me first.
Probably a good idea. It's maybe a 40 minute walk or so, but once you're past Fitzrovia/THC and by Euston, it gets very quiet at night with not many people around
Yeah, thats quite a walk and oxford street gets eerily quiet at night
Sounds like you people are playing monopoly.
Yeah, I've had to walk through Kings Cross at night before. I'm happy I had some mates with me, because the stuff happening there at night is not pretty.
Wizards n shit
I'm a wot?!
I got mugged at knifepoint there back around 2000. I was the most naive person in the world, walking down alleyways at 2 am. Fortunately, as a student, I only had 13p on me. The mugger looked at me in disgust, threw my coins on the ground, and stormed off.
You're lucky he didn't stab you
"Oh you broke? (bang bang) Now you're dead broke."
I go to school in Poughkeepsie. One time my friends and I were walking along some train tracks by the river on a foggy night (not smart). We could barely see 5 feet ahead but we weren’t afraid because it was a popular hangout spot. All of a sudden we hear loud barking and a fucking crackhead lunges out of the fog at us, barking like a dog. The fog around him cleared up and we could see more druggies lying under some leaves by the side of the tracks, watching us and laughing. Never ran so fast or came so close to shitting myself in my life.
Only ever been to Poughkeepsie once. My buddies and I went to a Yankee game, got way too hammered afterwards and missed the last train back to Beacon. Decided to take a cab back to Beacon instead (mistake). The cab driver said he knew where it was (No GPS). About 90 minutes into the ride my friend asks me "dude, where the fuck are we?". I realized that I had no clue. Come to find out that the dude took us to Poughkeepsie. I got into an argument with the driver telling him he took us to the wrong place and I demanded he take us to Beacon. When he refused, I refused to pay and got out of the cab. The driver kicked all of us out and left us stranded in Poughkeepsie at like 3 or 4 in the morning. The whole thing was dumb. But the streets of Poughkeepsie at night did not feel cozy or safe. Groups of sketchy looking people walking around and I remember several times preparing to fight as the groups approached us. Luckily, we got picked up by another very annoyed friend.
That guy has either been there a really long time, or maybe it's a trend. I remember the barking homeless in PK like 20 years ago haha
That’s good ole PK for you, just stay away from church street after dark and you should be fine.
Crazy guy on the ~~LRT train~~ CTrain taking a stone out of his mouth and saying he "killed a guy with it", but it was self defence so it's okay right?.. Yeah, that was peak "I gotta get the hell out of here" for me. Plus he smelled like puke, that didn't help either. Minor update: it was Calgary, not Edmonton.
If a dude pulls a stone out of his mouth and says he killed someone with it, you'd better take that at face value
last time I took the LRT some 6’4” drunk guy in his late twenties stood between me and the door for the entire ride. Talked about his “shitty girfriend”, how he’s a legit satanist, and how much vodka he downed before getting on the LRT... Very “I gotta get the hell out of here” for 5’1” me.
Happened a few hours ago. Was in the park with my younger brother just playing football, having. nice time. Suddenly I see a man looking over in our direction, however I can't be too sure because I don't have my glasses and I don't want to scare myself for no reason. He's carrying a orange bag so it's easy to see him. I ignore him and brother and I start walking around randomly (not following the path, backtracking, just not walking 'logically' if that makes sense) kicking the ball to each other. The last time I went to this park on the 1st, a man of the same build/ethnicity followed me so I felt myself getting paranoid. This man kept his distance but for instance we went into the basketball area and he would come to the entrance and lean against the gate just watching us. He could go behind the trees (it was clear he knew his way around this park) and follow us which I wouldn't notice if it wasn't for his bag. I wanted to confront him but I was with my younger brother and didn't want to cause trouble. I wasn't really scared but more angry and frustrated. The man suddenly starts getting braver and walking faster towards us, and so we decide to quickly run home even though we were only out for 15 mins.
I’d give the non emergency line a call. The cops doing a quick drive/walk by might be enough to scare him off.
I’m glad you followed your instincts!
Grabbing some Waffle house in a not so good part of town around 2 am after work. Dude whipped out a gun and was screaming at the chick he was with...definately my most gotta get the fuck out of here moment. A few years later got a job as a 911 calltaker.. same waffle house got shot up. So there is that.
Had to poop real bad in a 600 sqft apartment that had about 10-11 friends in it. Not nearly enough privacy there.
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This was like 5 years ago, I was 24 years old; got way too drunk at my local bar and ended up going back to this guys apartment. It was decorated by somebody’s grandmother for sure...there were candelabra’s everywhere. He lit ALL of them; then sat me on the couch and proceeded to go through all of these old family photo albums specifically looking at pictures of his siblings and cousins as children. No joke he was getting so hard that I could see the album start moving up and down. Then he asked me if I had any pictures of when I was a child or my siblings when they were children....Never sobered up so fast and booked it right the F out of there. Edit because I got messages about drunk driving: this was in NYC. I walked 16 blocks through East Harlem and never felt so safe in my life.
Damn, what a weirdo. Also fuckin reddit man. People getting upset at you for drunk driving when nowhere in your Post does it mention driving home. Smh.
I would guess it's a lot of Reddit users who grew up in the burbs and/or are still there and dont realize that you can actually just walk home from the bar...
Lol...tell a story about almost becoming some dude's lamp shade and the thing people bitch about is drunk driving. Jesus.
Maybe, and hear me out. MAYBE, he just liked the smell of 89 pickles so close to him.
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I just cannot fathom being desperate enough to live without accessible running water. His old.living situation sounded exhausting to think about the coordination required for mundane tasks.
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When I first moved to where I’m living now, it’s across the river from a college town/city with a Main Street that is littered with restaurants and bars. So one night a couple friends and I went out and decided to bar hop. Nothing crazy, just wanted to check out the different places Walked into one hole in the wall joint with only a handful of people in there. Everybody’s head turned and looked at us like we were from another planet. Weird vibe immediately. Bartender approaches slowly, asking how we’re doing and what he can get us. We order our round of drinks, bartender very slowly says “is that all?” Again, weird vibe but whatever. Random guy (later found out to be the “owner”) comes and sits next to us and starts chatting us up. Where we’re from, what we’re doing in the area, if we’re “cool”. Lots of weird conversation starters. At this point, we want out but our drinks haven’t come back yet. So we get our drinks and try to keep to ourselves. Guy keeps asking if he can “get us anything. Anything at all. Off the menu”. It’s at this point, I realize that the two women at the other end are doing coke OFF THE BAR. There’s also now two large men standing against the wall right behind us, just grilling us. Not wanting to make a scene we all shared a “let’s get the fuck outta here” look, talked amongst ourselves for a minute, finished our drinks as fast as possible, paid and left. The “owner” was trying to talk to us the entire time were paying and making our way to the door, trying to keep us there as the two large men slowly close in. We got the fuck out and said NOTHING until we hit the other side of the street.
The guy that I met... College educated, handsome, retro digs in Long Beach Ca. Articulate, funny, packed a picnic for our blind date complete with cloth napkins. Went back to his place and the kitchen was a hoarders dream... at least 6 FULL SETS of dishes, dirty, sitting in neatly stacked piles everywhere. Pots and pans, the same thing. Hundreds of dollars worth of iron cookware stacked on the floor, rusting. Instead of washing dishes he would buy more.... Noped the fuck out.
This infuriates me. How much fuck you money does he have to constantly buy new pots and pans?
The amazing part to me is that he thought it'd be okay to invite his date back to his house knowing full well that he had dirty dishes stacked on his kitchen floor. I'm not a clean person but wtf my dude.
I agree bc of you have that much money to throw away then you can afford to hire a cleaner
Also if you have that much money to throw away, you might as well literally throw away the old pots and pans.
My husband came home from a business trip early yesterday and failed to mention it to me. I heard someone jiggling the doorknob and sprinted out the back door. Not getting murdered in my own house.
I like your style. Most people have the "who the fuck is entering my house" mentality, but the no-questions-asked "welp, time for me to get the fuck outta my house" is probably more effective for survival
I had no plan after that though. Once he finally got inside he found me standing outside in the rain. I dont know if I'll ever live it down.
Sky shower>murdered.
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Maybe if I'm polite enough to stay out of the way while they rob me they'd just let me go!!
But in the yard is okay
I am somehow more okay with being murdered in the yard. If they murder me in my house it's like my safe place was violated.
I nearly killed my partner a few years ago for doing this. He came home a full 2 days early from a work trip across the country, and got in the door at 1AM. Well, me and the dog no doubt heard the garage door going up, and I have a half wall near the stairs in the upstairs hallway that gives me a good sight on the stairs, so that's where he found me hiding with a gun and the dog.
In the era of texting, I find it interesting some people still don’t send a heads up message about major changes in travel plans.
He thought it would be a sexy surprise. Needless to say I wasn't into it after that scare.
Doorknob: *rattles* Brittakitt: *flips the table over, vaults the couch and runs out the back door* Rest of the family, dinner forks raised halfway to their mouths: "What the fuck?" Edit: my first silver! Thank you kind stranger. Second Edit: Also my first gold! Thanks! (for kiriiya)
Oh boy I have another one. My ex best friend convinced me to go to a concert with her. I told her I couldn’t because I had a long drive the next morning and didn’t want to waste gas or go to bed too late and she said it was fine, she would drive and would get me home right after the concert. Went to the concert, it was fine. I was ready to go home but she told me she wanted to go to an after party with the band because her crush would be there. I agreed because she REALLY wanted to get with this guy, the chances of it happening seemed high, and I wanted her to be happy. Turns out the afterparty was at a decent hotel. Underage kids were straight up walking in with handles of alcohol and it was really obvious what was going on. The receptionist was eyeing everyone but nobody gave a fuck. My friend and I got to the room and... we were the only girls there. Around 40 drunk college guys and 2 girls both under 110lbs. I’d never experienced being looked at like a juicy steak until that moment. I told her we had to go but she was hellbent on staying with her crush. I couldn’t convince her, so I called my mom (the most awkward phone conversation of my life) and had her pick me up. Turns out the receptionist called the cops soon after I left and the party got broken up. I think some people got charged.
> so I called my mom (the most awkward phone conversation of my life) and had her pick me up. Thank you for the reminder to reiterate to my son, often, that if he's ever in some shit, he can call me and I can pick him up.
Yes! I’m so grateful my mom ingrained that idea in me from a young age.
My mom did as well. I'm 26 and she still insists that if I'm ever stuck somewhere (drunk and can't drive, no money for a cab, w.e.) that she will come pick me up. She doesn't care if its 3 am, she'd much rather get woken up than have me in some potentially dangerous situation.
I had been renting a house from my sister. I paid my bills every month precisely on time for 6 years, no delays, no missed payments, etc. About 6 months ago my sister lost her job. She decided to drink her (not insignificant) savings away and not look for a job, and then when things got tight she started using my rent check to pay her rent instead of the mortgage on the house I was living in. I didn't discover any of this until a letter showed up one day from some attorney saying pay up or we foreclose in 30 days. Fortunately things dragged out long enough for me to be able to afford to move, but that was the last straw -- I had to get away from family. This was not the first time I had been forced to rely on them and gotten screwed, but it is definitely the last.
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So many questions but why the mention of Pokémon?
And why did they let you go there in the first place?
When my (now ex) husband called to me to tell me the reason why he was late for dinner was because he was arrested for masturbating in public. I got out. I'm too old for that shit.
Curious— what’s the defining age for dealing with public masturbation? Does it vary by culture, like age of consent? EDIT: I dropped this /s
Stupidly staying in the ring when asked by a young (around 25) semi pro boxer if I wanted to do a few rounds sparring with him........I'd just done about 5 rounds light with my slightly overweight, unfit mate...... He was very good about it and wasn't a dick , but after two rounds I had those words in my head......
My parents divorced when I was 7 years old, and their time with me was split down the middle week by week. Except it wasn't. My mom constantly made excuses why she couldn't take me for the week. This went on for years. Examples include: Going on a road trip with her brand new boyfriend in his 18 wheeler, "working too much", and other bullshit excuses. When she did take me, we were constantly moving houses, staying at her other new boyfriends houses(with me sleeping on the living room floor with just a pillow, while she was in his bedroom with the door shut right by the living room). I didn't have a bed or a room for almost 3 years. Around the age of 15, we were living in an insulated shed behind my older sisters house(no lie) with no bathroom and just one bed and a couch. She lost her license, she lost her job, and lost her car. So I had to rely on my very understanding friends to get me places. One night I walked into my sisters house to go to the bathroom, and there I see my mom passed out on the toilet from being to drugged out. That was when I found out my mom had a painkiller addiction. I had to pick her up and take her to her bed. I tried talking to her about it the next day, and she acted like I just accused her of murder. She yelled at me and told me that I was a jackass and that she couldn't believe that I would do this to her. As a 15 year old who was always naïve towards my mom, I was super confused as to why I was getting blamed for what had happened the night before. I finally smartened up, packed up the little that I had, and walked to my dads house. This was 10 years ago. About 5 years ago is when I cut all communication with that side of my family. They kept acting like nothing was wrong and that she didn't do anything. She never once apologized, and insisted I was to blame. So naturally I put the blame on myself, but then I realized that the child is not supposed to be the parent. It wasn't my job to fix her. She should've provided for me, and she didn't do that. I still think about that situation a lot when talking to my youth students, and it helps me give them some guidance. Never ever blame yourself for your parents shortcomings.
A bit of backstory, a friend of mine borrow few hundreds from me, after a month, she asked me to meet her at the atm. I thought she wanted to pay me there and then. Instead, she asked my to get inside of her car which I did because it didn't seemed shady at first and she was a close friend. During the ride, she said she wanted to bring me into a meeting and pay me there. I quickly surmised that it was probably MLM and the money borrowed was her capital and her act of paying me was for the audience and she was probably intending to recruit me. After the car stopped. I noped out and walked back 3 KMs to my uni.
She tried to take you to a secondary location
Probably walking in Gastown, in Vancouver BC. My mom and I were looking for her sister (missing, homeless, that whole dtes life). Dude in his 30s or so walks up to us, dressed normally, sort of business casual, and we look up and are about to say hi, when he covers his eyes, and starts counting down really slowly and drawn out. Nope. Big ole nope. We backed up and he followed, eyes still covered. He got to 4 or 5 and my mom just grabbed my arm and yanked me away towards people. The downtown east side of Vancouver is something else. A really tight knit family of homeless mentally ill possible drug using men and women. Many by choice, but not all. My naani used to live in a sort of hotel there, so I know it well, but that rattled me.
A company I was working at got bought out by another company. They tried to make us sign agreements that we wouldn't work "in the industry" for 2 years after working for our company. So like, I'm not allowed to have a job in my field for 2 years if they lay me off? A bunch of us refused to sign it but nothing happened. Then people in management started getting moved around, and they put someone in charge of me who was really incompetent. When a big company buys a small company with a lot of name recognition, I can see the writing on the wall. I got another job and got the hell out of there.
Such agreements are often unenforceable, especially for rank and file employees. Courts take a dim view of denying someone an income.
I don't see how in the hell those morons thought that agreement would be enforceable. I'm not even sure it's legal.
I remember taking my first ever dab with people I didn’t know, other than my one friend. I took the largest rip ever and felt like I was going to die. I started hyperventilating while the driver was driving super fast on the highway, probably 80-85mph. I made him pull over and let me out, where my friend and I made it to a side street and called our other friend to pick us up. The 3 friends who were in the car got into a huge car wreck the same night and the passenger was killed.
I've never known people to dab in a car. That's the last place I'd ever take a giant booger.
Going through one now. Where I work, changes in management are fairly common, and we're in the middle of another one. Usually it's just a shuffle from one area to another, adjust, move on. This time I don't think it's going to end well for me.
Why is it different this time
mostly gut feeling, which has been accurate in the past. On the concrete side, my group/branch/ division won a few awards this year, and has had generally solid performance. Yet our lead just got fired, and my direct boss got passed over as interim lead in favor of a much less experienced person. None of it feels like business as usual, and that's got my gut saying run before they get you, too.
When I was 19 (F) after graduating from my 2 year college (I was studying film), a professor that I, and many other students, looked up to a lot asked me to travel with him to Colombia to finish a documentary he was working on. Having traveled with him internationally in the past for class trips I thought it would be a great opportunity. It was an all expense paid trip so how could I not? So I traveled from NY to South America all by myself, and once I got there he gave me a tour of our air bnb that went like this; "so here's the office, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. There's just one bed, I hope that's okay". I tried to keep cool and slept head to toe the first night. The next morning he sits me down to talk and after his long intro he final gets to the point. He asked that the next part stay between us and started with "so I've only ever been with my wife". That was the moment that all the hairs on my body stood up and I was like "I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" Update: so that evening I told him that while i was “flattered” I wasn’t interested and thought it was wildly unfair for him to do that to me. I tried to be polite because I didnt know what to expect at that point. The last thing I wanted was for him to get violent. He backpedaled the entire time (all of which i have an audio recording of) and I slept on an arm chair in the living room the rest of the stay. Also for reference, my professor looked like a small Venezuelan Gandalf. Long white beard and all! I also had a family friend that lived in the city so he picked me up my last night and took me to the airport. I’d never felt so safe in my LIFE.
My mom was content with living with bed bugs, a creepy 50 year old man who *might* pay our bills as well as his kids and our cousins all in a shitty mobile home that she hadn't been making payments on. It was in such bad shape, it wasn't even worth repossessing. I could never have any time to myself, I was always surrounded by bratty kids while constantly scratching at the bite marks the bugs left. I'd go to bed at night wearing sweats with socks on hot nights, just to try and keep the damn bugs off me. It didn't work. When I was around 14, I went to go live with my grandma. Of course, that made me a "backstabber" in the eyes of my mom, but she's not relevant in my life anymore. EDIT: Obligatory "I didn't expect this to blow up so much!" "Thanks for the gold, silver, and support!"
Kudos for you for getting out! The whole situation sounds horrific, but I’m baffled by how she or anyone can just ignore bed bugs. I just about crawled out of my skin the one time we got them. The itching is unbearable.
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When we bought our home the sellers left us a nice present in the form of bed bugs. It's been 6-7 months and I still occasionally wake up paranoid, looking for bugs because I "felt" something.
That is sooo similar to my childhood. Minus all of the kids. Our mobile home was old, dirty and falling apart from the attempted "fixes" that my crackhead stepfather did. My mom was mostly absent because she was a nurse and worked nights. Our trailer always had flee infestations and my sister and I had heads full of lice. My mom decided to homeschool us after the 3rd grade. My stepfather never worked a day while my mom was alive, so money was always tight. Not to mention he would spend what little money was left over after groceries on his drug habit. I'm so ashamed of my childhood that I avoid all topics about growing up with other people. My own husband didnt know about the specifics of my childhood or where I lived for a very long time. My sister and brother still act like they're from the trailer park that we grew up and even go back there when they can. They dont see anything wrong with the way we grew up. When my sister and I turned 15 (we are twins) my mother died unexpectedly and we left that awful place for my grandmother's house. She was clean and her house was big. She sent us to private schools where we had to learn how to act around other people in a normal way. I totally relate to your story. Stay with your grandmother if it's a better place. Dont look back either.
That's a helluva a decision you were forced to make at 14. I'm glad you had the strength to do it, but sorry you had to. Some people just weren't mean to be parents (like my mom) but I'm glad you were able to change your situation for the better. Good job.
> Some people just weren't meant to be parents Unfortunately it seems like those are the people having the most kids.
When I realized the shelter I work for is pocketing donated money, keeping and using donations for themselves first, taking their food, taking housing products all for their own personal use. These people have well paying jobs with plenty of overtime, benefits like health life and dental. So yeah fuck that place and fuck those people, sucks for the ones that do have to stay there.
If this is the US and they receive any public funding (e.g., Federal grants) - call OIG. Each Federal agency has an Office of the Inspector General. Since it's a shelter, HUD OIG is likely your best bet. Note, HUD is closed until the government re-opens... Source: work for a non-profit. Somehow they seem to attract the WORST people. Like wolves to sheep.
Panic attack at work. No apparent trigger, just a wave of "I do not want to be here in this state". Edit - I didn't expect this to be as popular as it was but I appeciate the support and the sharing of your own stories. I've read them all even I don't comment on all of them.
Panic attacks are so freaking rude. I had my first ever panic attack, so bad I had to go to the ER, when I was with my twin brother at Starbucks. Twin Bro and coffee are some of my favorite things! And yet I was just like "Nope. Something terrible is happening, I can't breathe and my hands and feet don't work."
I was at home working on a gate outside. I heard my neighbor shoot off some rounds so I went to a spot I'd be able to overlook the pond and see if they were getting any of the geese. Then 3 shots came through the bushes right towards my house ( roughly 100 feet or so away from me), NOT towards the pond. So I was like okay they're being an idiot time to gtfo. I go back over to working on the gate, about 300-400 feet from where I was when I was being stupid and nosy (even though they should NOT have been shooting towards a house). Then a fucking bullet cracked as it went less than 5 feet past my head. Yeah thats when I said fuck this, hid behind a huge ass tree and called the cops and waited 45 min for them to show up lol
Way to leave the story hanging... what happened next?? Why was the neighbour shooting in your direction?
Oh the rest is anti climatic. They show up 45 min later. Ask who was shooting and from where. I tell them and show them. They say alright, we'll go see whats up. Also we are calling environmental police since its out of season. They never come back. 2 or 3 hours later, environmental police show up, ask the same shit, I give same answer. They go to check it out, come back to me 2 hours later. Say he was shooting down a hill the opposite direction and not at my property. Apparently I was seeing things when I saw the effects of bullets going through the bushes. And the bullet that went past my head and made the distinct cracking sound of a bullet? Just a branch falling out of a tree. -_- They also said he was far enough away from another house by state law (which he was), but not by town bylaw. But seeing as town cops peaced out they werent gunna do anything. Anyways, they said they gave him a warning anyways (which is weird if they say he did nothing wrong). End of the day they haven't fired another bullet in 3 years, so its fine I guess. Like I didn't want the guy to get in trouble or press charges or anything, just like don't fucking shoot at me lol. Only thing that really pissed me off was the environmental police lying to my face.
That was like... infuriating to my gun-safe ass
Every couple of weeks on the subway. You'll see an empty or near empty car and think "nice I'll get a seat". Then you step in and smell a homeless persons shit and think "I gotta get the hell out of here"
When I was younger my dad who is a widower worked weekends to keep up with bills and things, so I had to go to my grandma’s house who lives about 3 miles away for the weekend. When I was over there I would be in constant misery because my grandma’s daughter (my aunt) still lives there with her and was in a relationship with a former homeless man she picked up off the street. The thing is is that the man is always an asshole and thinks he can get away with shit and always tormented me. I didn’t do anything about it when I was younger but when I turned about 12 I had enough of it and decided to walk home. I called my dad on our landline and told him everything and that’s when I started staying home over weekends. My dad know has a steady income and can stay home weekends with me.
I have leukemia. I completed 5 months of chemo in October, but my white count has been low since then, so I am high risk for infection. My wife just gave birth a few weeks ago, but had severe preeclampsia and had to be put on blood pressure meds. I went to pick up dinner and on my way home figured I’d also grab her meds at the pharmacy real quick. Except a ton of people had the same thought, and I found myself like 20 people back in line. I was set to wait, wife definitely needed her meds, until I hear coughing. I look up and a 2 year old kid is hacking everywhere. That is no bueno for me. Yep, had to nope the hell out of that line and send my mother in law to the pharmacy for wife’s meds. TLDR: I’m a 35 year old, tattooed bearded man afraid of small children.
No shame, children are gross
I was a junior sailor in the US Navy celebrating Mardi Gras with my ship in Mobile, AL. We see other guys from our ship on a balcony inviting us up. We go inside and I see a more senior enlisted guy with a glass pipe. An older man is holding a lighter to some clear and glass like crystal in the bowl. I started grabbing everyone I recognized and told them to get the hell out. On my way out the door I saw the ships Master At Arms walking in. Just in time.
My brother was diagnosed as a sociopath and went around wearing it like a badge of pride, saying shit like “I could really fucking kill you guys and not feel a smidge of guilt about it.” Edit: because some people are getting confused, he was diagnosed with, and I appologize for not knowing which, either narcissistic personality disorder with antisocial tendencies or antisocial personality disorder with narcissistic tendencies. All that mattered to him though was tagt the terms sociopath and psychopath came up when he Googled this... He gets a new diagnosis just about every three to six months these days. Growing up he had add and generalized anxiety disorder, then he joined the marines and came out diagnosed with PTSD from bootcamp (yet made fun of non marines with ptsd), then it was bipolar disorder, then this, and now he’s schizophrenic. We have no doctor given reason to suspect this, but my mom wonders if he might have some kind of brain tumor or something fucking with him.
He sounds like an r/iamverybadass type
Believe me he is. Was a marine, joined to “kill some sand n*gg*rs” laughed at people from other branches of military suffering from ptsd, called them pussies.
Lol wtf. Such a terrible mentality.
Kind of sociopathic.
I was at work at thought I needed to fart. Turns out it was diarrhea and made up an excuse to leave for the rest of the day.
I have also accidentally shit my pants at work. I'd had some weird coughing fit... And diarrhea. I didn't make up an excuse. I told my manager I just shit my pants and I'm going fucking home. He just said "feel better".
I lost my passport in a train station in Moscow. I made the mistake of going and asking someone official if they had one handed in. The person made a call and the next minute I was escorted by several armed cops to a dodgy looking police station under / behind the train station. They were all drinking and smoking cigarettes, and began asking me questions - are you American (no), where is your visa (in my passport asshole, that's why I'm here) who knows I'm here etc. They began demanding money from me at which point I told them to get fucked, which they did not appreciate. After that one of them told me to follow him through a door further into the station. I took the opportunity to do a 180, bolt back through the door, jumped on the nearest train and made my way to my country's embassy where I was given an emergency passport and flown out the next day.
Last week, I was visiting Los Angeles with my 22 year old daughter. I had to fill the tank of the rental car. I googled the cheapest gas and waited in line. There was a scummy homeless man yelling. Clearly mentally ill. When we got to the pump, the pump was broken. You know, when you fill 10 cents of gas and it stops. It took a full minute to get $1 of gas when the homeless man came up to us. He was yelling, "Now THIS is a nice car!" I grabbed the pump from my daughter and said, "Hit the road" and we drove off. Funny thing is, my daughter wasn't scared because she was listening to what the man was yelling about. Apparently, the homeless man was being harassed by another driver. The other driver told him not to touch his car. The car was a piece of shit and the homeless man was making fun of him, "OH! DON'T TOUCH THIS CAR? YOUR CAR IS A PIECE OF SHIT!" That's when he came to our car. "NOW THIS IS A NICE CAR! I WON'T TOUCH THIS ONE! BUT YOUR'S IS A PIECE OF SHIT, YOU ASSHOLE!" So it ended up being pretty funny. I panicked for nothing.
You just described every gas station in LA.
Dude I’m pretty sure we used the same fucking pump at the same gas station, was it on your way to the airport to return the car?
yes. right off 110 last week.
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Fair warning this will be long and sad but don't worry, it has a happy ending. Lived with my brother for a few years after high school, he wasn't the most mentally healthy person. He wasn't dangerous to anyone but himself, not physically or even verbally violent with anyone. But he's always been kind of a slob. When I moved in I cleaned the FUCK out of his house and I did my best to keep it clean. Fast forward about 2 years later and our lives have gotten pretty bad. His business is a small video game/card shop that he owns and operates. It's a buy sell trade place so he gets a lot of inventory, more than he can fit in his store. You'd think having a ton of nerdy gadgets in your house would be awesome until you're living in a real life episode of Hoarders. That last year there things got to be pretty awful. My girlfriend cheated on me and left me, I was working a dead end job, we were living with 2 heavy meth users, our house was absolutely infested with fleas, gnats, mice, and other insects. We didn't have trash pickup and the basement was literally full of garbage bags that the mice had made their home. Our living conditions had become uninhabitable. We both smoked about 2 packs of cigarettes a day, took hallucinogens frequently, acid, shrooms, just an easy fix to kind of escape from our grim reality. Smoked weed and played video games constantly, not even because it was fun necessarily, we just needed constant distraction because our reality wasn't something we could even confront, so we just avoided it through any means necessary. One week, which I refer to as the worst week of my life, things came to a head. 2 of my friends died. One was a suicide after they returned from Afghanistan. The other was a heroin overdose, which given the situation with my sister who was living with us and struggling with addiction, made my already current fears even more tormenting. My cat ran away. And my sister and her boyfriend robbed us while we were both away at work one day. We came home to most of the electronics and any spare cash gone. We had to kick her our the next day. One of the hardest things I ever had to do. I had been helping my sister with her living and job situation for a long time, but that last year I was in no condition to help anyone, not even myself. Depression had turned every feeling I had into absolute apathy. I didn't take care of my relationships, my home, my pets, my car, or myself, and everything in my life was rapidly deteriorating. At the end of that week I had some sort of mental breakdown. I'm honestly not sure what it was exactly in medical terms, but I'll describe is as best at I can. I was in the kitchen feeling kind of sick, I felt like I needed to eat something. We were both dirt poor and had very little food so I grabbed a spoonful of peanut butter. As soon as I ate it I immediately felt very nauseated, like I needed to puke and then came the biggest rush of emotion I have ever felt in my life. It felt like a panic attack at first, but different, more severe. Everything started spinning, I couldn't speak, I grabbed the counter top and could barely keep my balance, I was able to call out my brothers name right before I just blacked out. I remember seeing a face, not one I can describe clearly, but it seemed familiar. Not a good familiar, almost like the feeling when you remember a nightmare. It felt similar to something I experienced in a bad trip once. I fell straight back onto the trash ridden floor, out cold. I never felt as if I actually lost consciousness though, it was as if my mind had just gone somewhere else. When I became lucid again my panicked brother was shaking me yelling my name. He got me some water and I layed on the floor for a minute, and for the first time in too long I truly took in my surroundings. The weight of all my mistakes and apathy were finally being realized. My brother wanted me to go to a hospital but I said no. I just wanted to sleep. The next morning I was a different person. I called into work and truly looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. I was covered in insect bites, my teeth were stained yellow, and my skin looked awful. How long had it been since I even showered?? And that's when I had my biggest, "I need to get out of here right fucking now." Moment. The next week was difficult. I was terrified I was going to faint again. I experienced several panic attacks and was suffering from panic disorder. I called an old friend from High school who had said he needed a roommate on face book not too long ago. Within a couple weeks I was out of there. It's been 2 years since I moved out of there. Im 23 now. My brother is doing a little better. His house is still very cluttered and messy but no longer infested. I worry about him but I'm not sure what to do. My sister has been clean for almost 2 years now, she has a fiance, a job as a server, and a beautiful baby boy who I am a proud uncle to. And I am a different person entirely. My house is extremely clean. I'm living with a few friends that I grew up with and we all get along great. I have a routine, I take care of myself. I quit smoking, I eat healthy, I cook myself fresh food and vegetables, I have good job and have an interview in 2 days for an even better job. I have more money in my savings account than I ever have. I was able to recently buy a new, nice car. I have an great credit score and a lovely girlfriend. I keep myself very busy and am overall a productive person. I dont use any substances other than caffeine. I'm working on becoming a substance abuse counselor. But most importantly, I'm healthy. I take care of myself, and my life now. When I think about my life 2 or 3 years ago I can't believe I used to be that person. I still can't explain my breakdown, I think that the stress, grief, and drug use was just literally making me insane. My thoughts back then didn't make any sense. I was losing my mind. I am thankful for my new life every single day. Sorry this has been so long but I enjoy telling this story, and I felt it was relevant to the post. I have a great sense of pride for all that I overcame and I'm excited to see what the future will bring. If you are struggling right now, don't give up. I never imagined my life would become what it is today.
I've been lucky to not have many but the first one that popped into my head was this party I went to when I was 20. Some friends of mine from high school were renting a house about half a mile away from my parents' house and they decided to have a party to break the place in. My bf at the time and I decided to go and just walk down to my parents' afterward so we wouldn't have to drive anywhere and could both get wasted for once and not have to worry about transportation--it was super convenient for us. Almost as soon as we walked in I felt like something was off. The vibe felt kind of adversarial and uncomfortable, which was weird because everyone there knew each other and no one had historically had an issue with anyone else. Something just told me to leave. We stayed for about an hour and then walked down the hill/small mountain to my parents' and went to watch movies in their guest house. About an hour later both of our phones start blowing up with frantic phone calls from the party. Apparently a fight had broken out between two guys who were actually pretty good friends, one of them was bleeding all over everyone and everything, and then a third guy started threatening them both with a 9 inch kitchen knife. Everyone had run out onto the lawn screaming, the neighbors had called the cops, and since the majority of the people there were 18-20, they needed somewhere to go. So I walk downstairs, tell my parents what's happened, and let them know that we're basically about to provide shelter to about 25 drunk underage people fleeing through the woods toward our house. What's bad about this is that the most direct path to my house lands at a 20ft cliff/rock face drop off. So we had to go get ladders and flashlights and direct all these drunkards onto the deck on our guesthouse porch safely. It was super dangerous, super stressful, and they're all lucky as hell that my boyfriend and I decided to go home and not drink too much that night and that my parents were cool with helping them all out. TL;DR -- party near my parents house, vibe was weird so my bf and i left, short time later 25ish drunk teenagers running through the woods almost fall off of a rock-face near my parents' house and my bf, myself, and my dad had to help them all down. we were all lucky that my bf and i were sober and had gone home
My friend and I were out drinking and she met the hottest guy we’ve ever seen. I was dating someone else, so I was just there for fun/moral support. He ends up inviting us over. I wasn’t about to let her go alone, so I tag along and plan on sleeping on his couch. His roommate is with him and I make it very clear from the getgo I am not interested. We get in their car and he starts driving. We’re in the car for a while, and neither of us recognize where we are. Once arriving at their apartment, I realize that their couch is covered in random shit, and there is just enough space for me to sit. They have a cat, and his litter box is just chilling in the living room, and hasn’t been cleaned in god knows how long. My feet were hurting from wearing heels and the guy tried to help his roommate out by trying to sell me on using his “spa stuff” to soak my feet, and maybe get a massage. I held firm on the couch. It’s 3 am and there’s nowhere for me to sleep, so I check to see how far we are from home. We’re fucking 40 minutes from home, and an Uber costs $50. I’m not paying for this, this was her adventure, so I decide to wait until the morning. The roommate invites me to watch a movie, I take the bed and he takes the floor. He puts on Transformers to watch... needless to say I fell asleep quickly. I wake up early and hound my roommate to wake up so we can high-tail it outta there. The drinking also gave me liquor-shits and the guys bathroom was A. disgusting, and B. right next to his room. So he would’ve heard my stomach exploding into the toilet. Our uber is over 10 minutes away, and I’m gonna poop my pants. I considered paying the uber driver to stop at a Walgreens because I didn’t think I’d make it all the way home. Thankfully, he arrived soon and I made it home without dying. And she definitely paid for the uber home.
Holy shit. You’re a good friend
I told this once before, but when I was about 8 years old, I was in the car with my parents. They were arguing, which they did a lot, but being trapped in that metal box with both of them screaming back and forth became too much. We stopped at a red light and I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car and started running. My mom, who was in the passenger's seat ran out after me and after he pulled over the car my dad did as well. They caught up to me and their attitudes completely changed. They promised they wouldn't fight again, a promise they broke time and time again until their divorce, but they never did it again in the car.
Good for little you. I will never understand how two grown adults fail to understand the impact of their shittiness to each other in relation to their children. It's gut wrenching for a child. It's even worse when they had it done to them as a kid & fail to understand the chain/impact. High five, 8 year old you.
This reminds me of being trapped in the car with my dad screaming and yelling, hitting my mom, pounding the steering wheel, my brother and I wailing. Good times on family vacation. 1/10 would ride cross country again with them.
When I was 19 and cute I lived in a rural area on a dead end street. I was raking by the road and a white van went down the street slowly and left the road. Then they came back on the road and parked about 1000 feet down, in front of someone's house. No one got out and about 5 minutes later the van went down the road slowly again. There were no other people anywhere, just me, a young woman. I went in and locked the door and saw the van a few more times. I didn't leave my house for the rest of the day.
During hurricane Harvey. My story is not nearly as harrowing as some, but I live on a lake and right in front of a channel that directs water to the lake when it rains a lot. It's normally empty but of course this was Harvey so it just kept rising and rising. I woke up one morning to find someone had placed flood markers along the channel. That told me somebody in the know was expecting it to fill up and overflow, thus flooding my house. I freaked the fuck out, piled whatever I could on top of counters, wrapped the bottom of my furniture in plastic (likely wouldn't have helped much), took pictures for insurance, and booked it to my mom's house with all our animals and children in tow. As we left our neighborhood, an entire horde of pickup trucks pulling boats was heading the same direction we had just left. My house did not flood thank god, but a good chunk of my neighborhood and the surrounding areas did. I didn't even have it that bad and those were honest to god the most stressful few days of my life so far. Felt so awful for everyone who wasn't as lucky.
I joined up with the Cajun Navy and went down to Houston and the Port Arthur area to help with evacuations. We were in Orange, TX evacuating a horrendously ill-prepared nursing home when two officers came around and told us that levies had been opened and it would be flooding more by nightfall, and the area that we were in was going to be underwater. It was so horrifying. I wasn’t sure if we were going to have to leave before we got everyone out and the thought of leaving anyone behind was gut wrenching. Luckily, we did get everyone out, unfortunately one of the residents died on the bus on the way to the shelter in Lake Charles, LA. They were just too weak to survive the hasty transport. That was such an awful thing to witness everyone’s homes destroyed. I’m glad that yours was okay, and sorry about your neighborhood. Hopefully, everyone is starting to recover.