Tell us a weird true story (inspired by haruka3_2000)

[LaurenG]

My brother used to own his own heating/cooling business and was finishing up a job out by his truck. He was talking to the owner at the job-site and started to hand him his invoice to sign when the wind came up and blew it out of his hand. He was not thrilled because now he had to write up another one and he did it and went on his way.

15 months later he's out by his truck doing the same thing with a different homeowner 25 miles from the other job when the wind blows a piece of paper flat against his face. He took it off and looked at it and it was the same invoice he had tried to hand to the first guy 15 months earlier. He said it freaked him out for a few minutes and started looking around to see if there was any other explanation. He took it home and framed it.

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

1. Here's another weird one from me...International Flight of Coincidences

Okay, so I often ask for plane tickets for x-mas/my b-day in lieu of gifts to open from my parents. So my Christmas present was a roundtrip ticket to London, with the plan for me to spend NYE in London.

Meanwhile, I was aware that one of my former HS teachers/now friend would be heading to England in January as part of their MFA program. I'm talking to her on the phone about London and it turns out that they decided to head to England earlier, so they'd get a little vacation before starting work. It turns out we're booked on the same flight to London.

So we ended up spending like 6 hours sitting in Newark airport without even an airport bar open due to the British gov't not trusting our security. We see a guy who looks vaguely familar walk by. After a long debate on whether or not he was a guy from my HS, she finally goes up to him. Yep, it's him. He was a year older than me and I hadn't seen him since he graduated, but now he's an actor on Broadway. He's also on the same flight as us.

Once in London, there were no random run-ins with people. However, on the flight back...

My supervisor from the movie theatre I worked at after HS is on the same flight as me.

Definitely weird running into people you haven't seen in years on transcontinental flights...both ways.

[YellowRubberDuckie]

25. Watch the Movie Sliding Doors, if you haven't already.

It's all about weird shit like that. It follows two stories for one person. What happened one day if she missed her train, what happened if she didn't? It's set in London, stars Gwenyth Paltrow. It's one of my all time favorite movies.
Duckie

[I Have A Dream]

2. Oh, that is GOOD! I love it!

It gave me chills because I know that it's true since you said it. :D

(Sorry, I don't have any stories of my own.)

[AlecBGreen]

3. i got one

spent a year in China teaching English in a way out-of-the-way city in the west. One of our other teachers ran into her NEIGHBOR from England. They shared the same building in this tiny English hamlet 15 years ago and just happened to run into each other on the street in China. CRAZY!

[Guava Jelly]

4. I was a night cook in a restaurant in the late 80's

I remember a waitress asking me to get her some paper napkins.
So I went over to the shelf where they were located.
Looked up at them..And the paper bundle I was looking at just fell into my arms.

I thought it was pretty wierd.

[Mutley]

5. My ex-roommate burned our apartment down

with her vibrator.

:scared:

[billyskank]

6. !!!!!!!!!

[Mutley]

7. Yeah, it's funny now...

:rofl:

[billyskank]

8. I was just thinking that is SO matcom news material

:D

[Mutley]

10. Ha! You're right.

I wish it had hit the news at the time. I coulda been readin' about myself on matcom news. :7

[billyskank]

18. That would be so freaking cool

:rofl:

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

17. Damn and I thought it was weird when my coworker got a concussion

from a dildo.

[Mutley]

22. Ha!

I'm wondering if I want to know how that happened.

:rofl:

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

24. It's actually pretty innocent.

One of our coworkers had cancer, so to help her with expenses we held a couple fundraisers at the store and for ourselves, a sex toy party. Anyway, we're basically playing a game of "hot potato" with a metal dildo. The music stops and the store owner just wails it at a clumsy coworker, so she wouldn't lose. Anyway, metal dildos cause concussions when they are flung into somebody's head. I think to this day, her husband doesn't really believe the story.

:rofl:

[bridgit]

23. makes sense, hubby said when single he lived in a house full of...

folks, the lesbians in the room next to his had a vibrator, and when they 'operated' it, aside from the buzzzzz...the reception on his TV got all fuzzy

:rofl:

[Mutley]

43. !

:rofl:

So, imagine what would happen if they'd left it plugged in and running for three days while they went out of town. :wow:

[KayLaw]

9. I'm from Homestead, Florida

One night, my first husband and I were driving home from church. We were rather poor and I was pregnant and suffering from multiple food cravings. That night I was complaining of an intense desire for watermelon. I could smell it and taste it, but we only had a couple of dollars between us. As we drove down a dark, deserted part of Krome Avenue, we spotted an rusty, old pick-up truck with some men who looked like migrant workers standing around it.

My husband was a mechanic (now and engineer) and we decided that helping these men was the right thing to do. After he got the truck started, and before they went on their way, they gave my husband a gift of the cargo they'd harvested - a beautiful, delicious watermelon. I remember much flipping out going on in our car that night.

[driver8]

12. That is a great story!

Someone was looking out for you and the men in the truck.

[driver8]

11. A friend of mine had his outgoing mail stolen, and so none of his bills

got paid. He was running around town paying all of his bills in person, got thirsty, and stopped in at a 7-11.

My friend usually liked Gatorade, but they were sold out. Reluctantly, he grabbed a Power-Aid.

As he is walking out of the store, he looks under the bottle cap and it says, "Grand Prize Winner." He doesn't know what he won, but when he gets home he calls the company. They assure him that he is a winner and he has just won $10,000 and an all expense paid trip for two to a "Sports Fantasy Camp."

He was in grad school at the time, so the money came in handy and he and his wife had a wonderful vacation in Orlando.

True story.

[WolverineDG]

13. My cousin's son loved Diet Coke

so at his funeral two years ago, we took along a 12-pack. The plan was to use a couple of cans as props & others to lean pictures of him on. I opened the 12 pack at the church & we used 8 of them. After the service, I picked up the cans of Diet Coke & found that we were +1. :o I asked around to see if anyone had brought an extra can, & no one said they did, nor had they seen anyone else approach the front of the church where the display was. We put the 12-pack and the extra can in the trunk & locked it. One cousin held on to the keys. When we got home & started unloading the car, the extra can was gone. :o

dg

[bridgit]

14. sure, i had my throat slit & left for dead, but crawled up out...

of the ditch he threw me into & lived somehow...that's just one

[Bunny]

16. What???

I know this is the Lounge, but are you serious?

[bridgit]

19. yup, posted the story in Sugar Smack's "have you ever felt cornered"...

thread like over a year ago, she knows the story and maybe has it bookmarked but yes true :hi:

[Bunny]

20. I haven't seen that thread . Holy cow, that sounds like some

story - I'm glad you made it out okay. :hi:

[bridgit]

21. thanks Bunny, that's sweet, i generally stay out of 'tell us weird...

true stories' threads, cause most folks wouldn't believe the weird true shit that has happened to me, gotta keep laugh'n ya'know :rofl:

[YellowRubberDuckie]

26. Holy CRAP!

If you don't mind rehashing it, we'd all be interested in hearing the entire story. I'm so glad you're still here!! :hug: You poor thing. I guess that which doesn't kill you literally makes you stronger.
Duckie

[bridgit]

27. oh honey it's a big, long ole story; just never be caught too...

vulnerable and without your eye on the exit is my thought in conclusion...though i should follow my own advise from time to time :-)

[merh]

32. wow bridgit

I'm so glad you made it out of the ditch and are here with us now. :hug:

I can't imagine this place without you. :pals: :loveya:

[bridgit]

33. merh-honey first off, "hi"...

:hi: i think i was just a dumb-ass kid looking for love at the worst possible time & place is all :hug: :loveya:

[merh]

34. hi ya, bridgit

:hi: Still, no matter how dumb or young, that just ain't right. Gosh, I'm glad you are here. :hug: :loveya:

[ccjlld]

15. I don't know if this qualifies as weird but

I joined a small credit union that was starting out in 1982. They were allowing employees of the University to join. In 1985 I started in the Data Center (where I currently work) and met my future husband who also worked there. We were friends a long time and didn't start dating until 1990. We were married in 1995. When we went to add my name to his account at the Credit Union, we discovered that our account numbers were 1 number apart. *******77 (his) and *******78 (mine). I was the next person to join the Credit Union after he did, 3 years before we met and 13 years before we married!

[WCGreen]

28. Back in 1979, I was driving on the Freeway beween

Anahiem and LA...

We were in our car with the Ohio plates...

these dudes in a car started flashing their lights and honking their horn to try and get our attention...

They yelled "We're from Ohio too..."

Now that was back when Ohio still had jobs and all the people hadn't left yet...

So we start yellin' back and forth...

Turns out these guys know one of the guys I work with at the State House in Columbus...

Two years later, I stop in and my friends house, I had already left OSU and had moved back to Cleveland so it was a random drop in...

The dudes from the car in LA were sitting in this guys Living Room....

[LaurenG]

30. Oo that reminds me

When I lived in Texas we lived near Ft. Bliss. We had friends who were stationed at Bliss and we socialized frequently. One Saturday this friend calls and says he wants to bring a newly transferred buddy with him to dinner.

During the evening we asked him where he was from (Minnesota) and if he missed his family. He said yes he missed them but that he had an "Uncle" there and went on to say he'd never met him as the man was really his dads first cousin and he just called him his uncle. He went on to say that the families hadn't gotten together since the Uncle left the area when he joined the Army many years before.

He said he'd have to figure out how to get to the street the "Uncle" lived on as he was going to call him to visit the next day. We of course asked him the street to give him directions and he pulled out a piece of paper and gave the address and said the "uncles" name. It turned out to be MY DAD. So I met my second cousin through another friend who was originally from Wisconsin.

[WCGreen]

31. Now that is....

Weird.....

[Critters2]

29. I shared this in another thread once, but here goes

In the church I served in Chicago, there was this very nice woman, Nettie, who used to talk all the time about heinzelmenchen, which are like German leprechauns. I'd go visit her, and she'd say she'd seen a heinzelmann in her yard, or that she had asked one to watch over someone she was worried about, etc. I was polite, but Nettie knew I was patronizing about this, and said "You don't believe, but one day you will". Not long after that, I took a call to a church downstate. The last time I visited Nettie, she said "I've asked the heinzelmenchen, and they'll have someone looking out for you out in the country".

A couple of years later, I got caught driving in a terrible snowstorm. I was trying to get home from a hospital visit, but the weather just got worse and worse. I finally slid off a country road into the ditch, about a mile from my house. I got out and started to walk, and just then a tow truck drove up and the guy inside asked if I needed help. I pointed to my car and said I'd slid into the ditch. He told me to get in, and drove over to my car, hooked it up, and towed it home. I sat in his truck and asked who to make the check to (and how much). He said "Heinzelman's Towing". As I'm writing, I think "Heinzelmann. Interesting." I pay him and he heads out into the driving snow.

A few days later, I was telling the Women's Fellowship ladies about going into the ditch. They asked how I got home, and I said that a truck from Heinzelmann's was just coming down the road. No one had ever heard of a Heinzelmann's towing in that area. And the check was never cashed.

I'm not superstitious, but what do ya do with an experience like that?! I called Nettie, and thanked her, of course!

[YellowRubberDuckie]

36. God was looking out for you...

And let you know it by using that name. Maybe God or angels were appearing to your friend in a form she'd understand and not be scared of. I know this sounds crazy, but when something like that happens, i have trouble not believing in a higher power watching over me.
Duckie

[Joe Fields]

35. Many years ago I was shot at by three cops at close range and

every shot they fired missed me.

[YellowRubberDuckie]

37. Doesn't that remind you of Pulp Fiction?

Those dudes should have so been hit.
Duckie

[Joe Fields]

38. Yeah, except instead of the wall shot full of holes, my car was!

[LibDemAlways]

39. I worked for years as a travel agent and every

Christmas would give small gifts to my best clients to show my appreciation for their business. This one businessman never failed to send a "thank you" note right after Christmas to acknowledge the gift. In 2000 he was diagnosed with cancer and quit travelling. Nevertheless I sent him his customary gift that Christmas, but received no acknowledgement.

The following April the "thank you" note finally arrived in my mail. It was postmarked Dec. 27th, and God knows where it had been all those months. That very afternoon I received a phone call from the man's wife telling me he had died that morning. Coincidence, sure, but totally creeped me out.

[u4ic]

40. As a kid

I used to love stuff like UFO's, sasquatch, ghosts...and used to read about them a lot. In fact, my first presented book report in grade 3 was about a UFO book. (got pegged as the weird kid early on...lol)

I had a dream - I was about 8 or 9 - that my best friend and I were outside at night; there was no one around but us, we looked up and the sky was filled with UFO's. One in particular had very bright flashing lights on it - it read Coca Cola.

Fast forward about 25 years, and I read in the newspaper a company wanted to put a satellite in space to advertise their product. Guess which company it was?

If you guessed Coca Cola, you're right. :hi:

[NMMNG]

41. I used to live in New England

I worked for some time in a Waldenbooks store there and had a co-worker named Stephanie. Flash forward about 9 years and I've just moved to MD. I go to a local mall and stop by their Waldenbooks. Stephanie is working there!

[begin_within]

42. This happened the day the Super Bowl was last held in San Diego (2003)

We live in the hills right above Qualcomm Stadium. When the Super Bowl was held here in 1998, they had a fly-over of the B-2 bomber, and according to my neighbor, they flew the plane right over our houses on the approach to the stadium. My neighbor said it seemed like it was just 100 feet above the tops of the houses. (Plus 2 fighter planes either before or after it.) But we weren't at home for that game, we were at a friend's house in another neighborhood. So, when the Super Bowl came again in 2003, I figured they might do the same thing, right after the national anthem.

The Dixie Chicks sang the national anthem, and just as they finished I went out front to look for the planes. No planes at all, but there was a man standing at the front gate, dripping wet with water. It was a warm sunny day (about 85 degrees). He was wearing my Mom's light blue slacks, and had a large green bath towel over his shoulders, which was our towel. That was all he was wearing. I said to him, "can I help you?" and he said he was looking for his dog in the canyon behind our house. I said, "That's our towel, isn't it?" and he mumbled something like, "Oh, I just want to buy a pair of shorts from you." I said, "Where did you come from?" and he said, "I came from the canyon... I was just looking for my dog in the canyon." He had long straggly hair, he seemed to be about 40 or 45, and I thought it was very strange that he was wearing my Mom's slacks and had our towel around him.

I said, "Well, where do you live?" and he couldn't answer that. He repeated again that he wanted to buy a pair of shorts from me. By this time my Mom had come out the front door and she was staring at him. I turned around and said, "I'm going to get him a pair of shorts." I went into the house and found an old pair of swimming trunks that I never used any more. I don't know what my Mom said to him during that minute or two. I came back out and handed the shorts to him, and he went into the neighbor's yard, took off the slacks and put the shorts on and handed me the slacks. He had nothing else to wear. He was barefoot and had no wallet, keys or anything else. I asked him for the towel and he handed it to me, and said, "Thanks."

He started to walk away and I said, "So are you OK? Where are you going?" and he just waved goodbye. We went back in and sat down to watch the Super Bowl, but had a weird feeling about it. My Mom thought he might have been an escaped prisoner, because they sometimes change their clothes while they are on the run. At a commercial break I went into the backyard to look for other clothing. I couldn't find any, but the whole back patio was wet. Apparently he had come up from the canyon completely nude, and hosed himself off with our hose, then put on my Mom's slacks which were hanging on the line in the backyard. And helped himself to our towel. My Mom was still convinced he was an escaped prisoner, but I thought he was either on drugs or mentally unbalanced.

Later that day, as I was emptying the trash, I opened the trash can and there was a pair of shorts in there, which were not mine. I took them out, and in the pockets was $23 in cash and a printout from Mapquest, giving directions from another house in our neighborhood, across the canyon, to an address in Carlsbad, California, about 20 miles away. Apparently he was going to walk the whole way. My Mom wanted me to turn the money and shorts into the police substation, and the next day I went there but they were closed. So I just kept the money and shorts. After all, the guy had told me he wanted to buy a pair of shorts from me, and effectively that's what he did. I wore the shorts many times, but my Mom always made fun of me when I had them on. They finally wore out so I threw them away. The thing is, if I hadn't gone out to the front of the house to look for the B-2 flyover, we would have never seen the guy, and we would have only wondered who stole the slacks and towel, and wondered how the shorts got into the trash.

[Guava Jelly]

44. Here is a true weird sort of karmic story that happened to me

In 1984 I was in the Boy scouts of America and we were doing a first aid booth at a local Mall.
I took some morticians clay and created a fake severed finger that I carried in my left Hand.
I took my right Index finger and folded it under and extended my other fingers so it appeared that I had a severed Finger
I found it hilarious as I walked down the mall asking people for Super Glue or a Band aid....Ha! Ha!!..
Later that same year I lost the exact finger down to the exact knuckle on the right Hand
Due to a work related Accident...Karma folks