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I only have one, and it’s not very entertaining.
I was on a bus going to work. A few stops before mine the bus gets cut off by another bus. The driver started yelling at the other driver then pulled over and got out of the bus to, I assume, escalate the conflict. We were near my stop anyway, so I got off before things could get hairy.
When I was 16, I took the city bus to school and we had bus tickets that you could buy at the local corner store. The corner store was a 3 block walk from my house, and I was going there one day to buy a sheet of tickets. As I set out walking, a man in a white van slowed down to whistle/shout sexual things, which is sadly something that teen girls experience regularly - that occurrence was just another usual day.
But then, the man started circling the block over and over as a method to follow me. When I hit the Main Street he pulled into a gas station to pause and see which business would go into. And when I entered the convenience store, he parked the white van in front and stood on the front steps smoking and blocking all exit points.
I asked the convenience store clerk if he had a back exit I could run away through. He did not, but the man went to the front steps and yelled at the man and got him to leave. He parked across the street still watching, so I waited in the store until I saw ANY bus coming to the nearby stop and immediately got on. I took that to a crowded shopping mall and passed enough time until I felt that I could get back to what I was planning to do that day.
Life is disgusting for teen girls.
I’m sorry that happened to you
Hiking along through tree covered mountains. Days from civilization no cell service. Other side of the country from anyone I know. Dead tired end of a 26+ mile day. Come around a corner and get a view of a massive wildfire off in the distance just the entire horizon ablaze. Bushwhacked through the rough route of a long abandoned and overgrown side trail just trying to lose elevation roughly following a small river. This is why I lug a compass for when things go sideways. Had managed to reach the father of the only local hiker joining on this impromptu bail out route via my satellite messenger. The wildfire smoke was like chain smoking light cigarettes. We eventually found a ride out of there with the father on dirt fireroad we reached after another days worth of hiking to reach it.
Im to lazy to recount but I have had a few and I know some nothing bad happened but I got to say if a situation is wierding you out. Get out of there!
Dropped my daughter off at a new school friends house for a few hours of play. While having a little me time decided to rub one out. Fell asleep. Woke up from my timer reminding me to get my daughter (I’m a pro).
So i arrive and the mother is already all over me with stories of her divorce and how her ex is the one causing it (and quite a few highly private stories) and my daughter ignores my not so subtle hints that I want to leave now. (Usually thats all good fun). When suddenly their big ass dog starts taking and interest in my private parts and won’t leave me alone. (probably still smelling like jizz.) And their fucking owner doesn’t take the hint to control their fucking dog.
So now I start to sweat and mix in some fear and can’t run and just grab my kid and go nor can I yell for my kid as there are big ass teeth centimeters away from my crotch.
This goes on for close to an hour escalating slowly to the point that I get mad at the kid, the mother and the dog and just start walking out and cursing.
That day my kid learned code for “danger, leave calmly, leave now”. These days they all know a whole hand full of code phrases for: this is no joke, move now.
Do you have a fear of dogs? Have you not ever had a pet dog? Crotch sniffing is pretty normal for them jizz or not. It’s not even the most embarrassing ’ normal dog ’ thing they do.
Not at all. I love dogs. Not the aggressive kind though.
Yeah but then you know crotch sniffing isn’t aggressive and yet you got so fixated on it as part of the story about the dog and felt the need to talk about jizz (like wtf dude) like that’s what makes a dog aggressive. All that does is tell the dog your gender. So I’m not really convinced you know much about dogs and what is an aggressive dog trait. While it’s Possible a dog might be protective of a female around male, the story you’re running with still sounds like you’re just covering you have a fear of dogs. Which is fine. And I can understand a fear of dogs. But you clearly don’t understand dogs. That’s where you lost me. You should have just stuck with you have a fear of dogs. Even the woman would have understood that. Leave the jizz out of the story next time . That was just fuckin weird and unnecessary. And Maybe just wash yourself more often.
So I take it you have a big dog and like to leave it out of control as well as some shame around healthy sexuality?
Wtf? Having hygiene is somehow offensive and sexually oppressive now? Get a fucking grip dude. Grow the fuck up, rinse off like a normal adult. Dry your tears And calm the fuck down. You’ll live through this somehow ‘nightmare’ lil snowflake.
But why hinting? Why not just actually use clear words and tell them to control their dog? With clear community, no code phrases or hinting isn’t needed.
Hinting was a generous use of the word. I kept walking backwards and turning to keep the dog from my crotch and she just kept droning on about her bullshit.
Thats still hinting. Just say: “hey i dont like big dogs and its makeing me uncomfortabel, can you please keep them away from me?”
This has the added benefit, that if they dont keep him away after 2-3 min you can just double down and say “Sorry your dog is unbearable and i am going to leave.”
Think about that suggestion the next time a woman tells you how somebody made her uncomfortable. Just tell him. No bother.
Not the same thing. If a creep is called out on his behavior, he may escalate. If the owner, likely oblivious, is called out on her dogs behavior, she’ll either stop it or continue to ignore it, she’s not going to make the dog attack him.
That day my kid learned code for “danger, leave calmly, leave now”.
Definitely important. My wife and I have a code word for GTFO as well, from some torturous experiences with THAT part of the family.
going into a tunnel with 4 lanes: 1 left and 1 middle and 1 right lane all going toward tunnel, the outside rightmost lane is to go around the bridge (not toward tunnel). I was in the middle lane.
I had a gut feeling or something but the traffic was unusually slow. So i went ahead and drove to the rightmost lane and exited.
After exiting, we are 2kms away but i saw ambulance entering from the opposite lanes. So the 4 lanes on our left should have vehicles moving away from the tunnel. But some serious stuff went down such that ambulance must drive in opposite direction.
It turned out some electric cars malfunctioned and one of the car’s battery combusted due to hot weather.
Was at a seedy bar, and it was closing time.
2am subway station in Vienna. Had been drinking all night, really had to pee. Walked in to the bathroom, saw dude with a spoon and a lighter doing his crack thing and did a sweet 180 Michael Jackson spin on my rear heel and was out the door before it even closed from my opening it.
Had never seen anything like that in real life but didn’t need to look twice.
No offense, but that’s a rookie move. I used to visit a public market in Seattle on weekends and there was always someone in the public bathroom just drugged out on the floor. As long as they aren’t bothering other people, a just took a piss and left.
Not really a thing in vienna to actually see someone doing something like that in a toilet. At most, snorting something. If I would see something lying around in the toilet that would be something no one would ignore here, but call someone to figure out if they need help.
Very different to Seattle apparently.
“no offense but”, classic Seattle. I was on a different continent but heard your Seattle condescension sound and clear.
You kind of seem desperate to brag about how cool you think you play situations; different countries and cultures and everyone’s risk tolerance is different. You should start a thread about how cool you are and share with a Seattle community, they probably are cooler and did it first.
Lighter and spoon is heroin, not crack. That dude was way too invested in getting high to care about anything you would have been doing.
You’re trying to correct something and are uninformed, not adding a ton to the convo.
"A spoon is frequently used in the preparation of certain drugs, primarily heroin and crack cocaine. For heroin, a spoon serves as a heating vessel to dissolve the powdered or tar form of the drug. Heroin is often mixed with water in the spoon, and heat is applied from underneath with a lighter to facilitate dissolution, to create a liquid for injection. A small piece of cotton or a cigarette filter is sometimes placed in the spoon to act as a filter, drawing the liquid into a syringe while leaving behind impurities.
Crack cocaine, a rock-like form of cocaine, can also be prepared using a spoon. Powdered cocaine is mixed with baking soda (sodium bicarbonate) and a small amount of water in the spoon. This mixture is then heated, causing a chemical reaction that separates the cocaine base, forming an oily mass that solidifies into crack cocaine “rocks” upon cooling. While crack is primarily smoked, the spoon is used in this “cooking” process to transform the powder into its smokable crack form."
You’re quoting from somewhere, but not citing your sources, which doesn’t really add to the conversation either, for all we know you’re just copy and pasting some AI-hallucinated bullshit, and it kind of reads like it might be because that last sentence is a bit of a mess.
Now, sure, you technically can cook crack in a spoon, and I’m also absolutely certain that some people have, maybe even on a regular basis.
But at least around me, most crackheads aren’t usually out cooking their own crack in the field, they’re buying rocks from their dealer. That’s one of the reasons crack got big- higher profit margins for the dealer. Maybe the situation is different in Vienna, I honestly can’t can’t say I’ve ever talked to any Austrian crackheads about their local drug culture. And on the user’s end the draw is that it has a faster, more intense high, and having to make your own crack before you can smoke it kind of takes away from that a bit.
And it can be prepared in a spoon for injection like heroin, but like your quote said, most of the time people prefer to smoke it.
It can also be smoked from a spoon in a pinch if they can’t get their hands on a more suitable crack pipe, and giving you the benefit of the doubt that it was in fact crack, I’d bet that’s what you saw, but that’s a different process than what’s described in whatever you quoted.
To add, typically to cook crack you take 36oz of coke mixing it with water in a pot on the stove, next step to make your boulders add baking soda, if the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up, finally just wait til it gets hard, then bag it up you got a key homie that’s The Recipe
I’ll often say this to my kids, for example, when an establishment is closing.
My friend and I were ghost hunting in an abandoned ghost town in OR. We were there pretty late in the night and literally heard so many whispers and she swear she saw a man following us so that’s was our queue to leave ASAP.
I served a mission for the Mormon church in Russia. One of my companions (the other teenager who is assigned to you as a stranger and must stay within earshot of you at all times for the next few weeks or months) was really enamored with the idea of tracting, or going door to door asking people if they want to talk about Joesph Smith. He had watched too many Mormon missionary movies and was very disappointed to discover the Russian Federation has made tracting illegal. But he really wanted to do it, so we rang a random apartment and claimed to be a postman and snuck into an apartment building to knock doors.
Things started off okay. Russians generally have two doors, a normal wooden door on the inside, and a thick, metal fire door with five deadbolts (three in the wall, and one in the door and ceiling). Mostly, folks would open the inner door, ask what we wanted and then tell us to go away (fair, considering what we were doing was as rude as it was illegal).
But then we got a nibble! A single man invited into his home. The first thing that seemed kinda strange was that he locked and bolted the fire door. This was a little strange — usually people would leave the fire door ajar when they had guests and only lock the inner door — but not enough to really spook me. He led us into the kitchen and made a quick pot of tea and we launched into the first discussion.
The discussions are pretty well rehearsed. The first one, if I recall, has eight parts, and we would give them in sequence — I would do the first part, then say the handover phrase and look significantly at my companion, and he would do the second, then hand it back until either the investigator got bored or we got to the call to action, where we issued some thing we wanted them to do — come to church, pray, read the Book of Mormon, what have you. My companion was starting this round, and was pretty invested in preaching so I don’t think he really noticed as our investigator lit a cigarette, put out the match in a tumbler, filled the tumbler with vodka, and shot the vodka and match together. He made the handoff, though, so at least I could start to figure out a way out of the situation.
Pretty quickly into my segment, the investigator derailed the conversation. Turns out his wife had just given birth to twins, and the prognosis was poor — he was worried they wouldn’t make it. He grasped a kitchen knife and he told me that if god was going to take his newborns from him, he intended to take us from god. I don’t think I ever in my life spoken better Russian, beautiful, flowing, eloquent, explaining it wouldn’t help his suffering and offering prayers and blessings on his children’s behalf. He had this gleam in his eye that really unnerved me, and I really felt I was pleading for my life.
Until my companion finished his tea, and the investigator seemed to forget the whole line of questioning in his haste to be a good host. I quickly made some excuse, but apparently my companion had completely tuned out because he launched into the next part of the discussion as if nothing had happened! I cut him off pretty quick and told him we needed to go, now. When we finally got out of the apartment, I sat down on the top step and began to sob, and my companion looked down at me, amazed, and asked what happened — apparently he had no idea we were ever in any danger.
In any event, I’ve never gone door-to-door soliciting ever again.
Was your companion’s Russian shit or something? How did he miss the guy waving a knife talking about taking you from god?
They can be pretty oblivious in their zealous teaching…the whole missionary experience is just a giant mindfuck. I was referred by one therapist to another colleague because “they’re better suited to help you, they work with combat vets”.
I hope my upvote makes your experience worth it!
Wasn’t me but your story reminded me of my fiance on the bus a few years ago.
He was riding the bus with headphones on. All of a sudden he sees everyone on the bus start ducking under the seats except him. He’s like hm that’s weird what’s goin on. Like 5-10 seconds go by and he takes his headphones off and realizes someone was shooting a gun outside and a stray bullet went straight through the bus. Nobody was hurt.
Good headphones.
I was smoking weed in an alleyway and some homeless dude (HD1) drew a knife on another homeless dude (hd2) and demanded that HD2 let HD1 buy HD2 some meth.
Sucked because it was behind my apartment so getting out was just going inside.
My first date with my wife, we were waiting to order and someone came up to me and tried to sell me an 8 Ball and some acid.
I know that I’m obviously missing that “8-Ball” is a drug reference to something, but I choose to believe that this person walked up to your table, offered to sell you acid, and basically said “if you get 15 tabs, I’ll throw in this resin billiard ball for free.”, pulled out an actual 8-ball, and slammed it down on the table, with a look on their face like they had just made the most compelling argument possible.
An 8 ball is a measurement for cocaine.
but were the drugs good though?
Good enough to get me married.
Once, when I was exploring my delinquent side, I went to a party that involved a lot of drinking. I didn’t partake but everyone else did.
It happened at a property that detained aggressive dogs. The owners of the property, for whatever reason, weren’t home. That’s why the party happened.
At one point a bunch of us - that is to say, many drunken people and I, the only sober person - went out on the roof and hung out. At one point I stumbled and almost fell from the roof into the pens of the aggressive dogs. The other attendants arrested my fall and thought it was hilarious that I - again, the only sober person - was the only one who (almost) fell, then speculated about what would have happened if I did.
I should have gone home, but didn’t.
When the crowd started getting surly because Billy Corgan just threw his guitar down on the stage and stormed off after somebody in the floor crowd threw a shoe and hit him in the head.
