I once saw a naked hippy masturbating on a unicycle in a children’s playground in the middle of the day. He kept falling off, then scrambling back on and going back at it.
Provincetown?
I ask because it’s the only place I’ve ever seen a nude cyclist that wasn’t part of an organized event. Guy looked out of it on something like mdma or whatever, huge smile. :)
No, this was in the UK at a festival. And whatever he was on (unicycle included), he was enjoying it.
The common thread? Lol
Have a good one :)
huh?
That’s just raw talent
I was at an intersection once in a friend’s car. This was about 20 years ago: cell phones, esp ones that could take videos and pics, were not there yet.
Anyway, we were on the way home from work, just sitting there not saying anything. Then here comes this jeep, flipping through the intersection. Now, the intersection is big, like 4 lanes intersecting with 4 lanes, but not exactly at a square angle, and it must’ve been about 3/4 of a football field worth of length this jeep flipped.
The front end would hit the ground and then it would bounce up and roll in the air, then the ass end would hit the ground and so on. All the while it’s coming towards us slightly, but seemed to be drifting towards a gas station to our right. Now, this is in the middle of Rush Hour traffic, and somehow no one moved - everyone is just frozen, holding their breath, waiting to see if this jeep was going to careen into a gas pump and cause a huge explosion.
I’m not sure how many times it flipped, but it finally came to rest in a green patch of grass in front of the gas pumps right-side up, like some sort of insane Jeep ad.
The driver emerged - a young lady - she seemed to be ok, besides perhaps a little bewilderment and dizziness. She proceeded to just stand there staring at the jeep for a while. Then she looked around, as if to ask “Does anyone know if this is ok - what just happened?” I shrugged with my mouth agape, as if to respond, “I have no idea, and I’m a little freaked out.” Then our light turned green, and we drove away.
I have never seen anything like that in my life, and I still think back about it and try to figure out how the jeep got into that movement, and I just have no idea. It was all over in a blink of an eye. So bizarre.
Having driven and driven in a couple of Jeeps, I’d imagine you could get it to somersault like that by stomping on the brakes while doing anything over 60mph.
I did an all night cross country drive once, got about three hours sleep in a recliner, and went for a walk with my friend so she could have a smoke. We were so tired. The night before that drive I’d spent a few hours sleeping on the floor of some place. Was a weird part of my life.
We had just crossed at a busy intersection and were also by a gas station. A huge pickup truck came flying right by us to smash into a concrete planter. Passed by about 2m (6ft) away. The woman in the cab was holding her flip phone to her ear (long time ago) and staring straight ahead. We turned and saw another vehicle just crumpled in the intersection. We just kept right on walking (there were tons of people around to render assistance and we were so tired I think we both were delerious and thought we were hallucinating)
I was on a train to paris which hit a person. The train made an extremely abrupt stop which spilled a bunch of drinks and made an old lady fall down. Then after about 5 minutes they made an announcement in French and we heard everyone gasp audibly, before they repeated the announcement in English.
When we got off the train, after a considerable delay, they had set up a tent around the track and the train and - I swear I am not making this up - gave us croissants, before putting us on a bus to the nearest train station.
To this day, I am still unsure if the strangest part was the fact that my vehicle turned another human into a fine mist, or that I was compensated for this inconvenience with a croissant.
These types of stories are what makes travel worth it. I mean, not the misted dead guy part, but the part where you got free food out of it.
The croissants were probably just what they could get the most easily, wherever you are in France there’s sure to be a supply of them nearby.
Asleep one night in the summer with my windows open, house is facing onto a quiet residential street. Around 2am something comes flying in my window and I yell “what the fuck”, it’s a soccer ball.
I look outside, nobody there, probably just some stupid kids. Go back to sleep. An hour later something comes else comes flying in the window - a brand new stick of butter still wrapped in foil. Look outside, they’re gone. WTF but go back to sleep.
The butter incident happens several more times over the following months. One time the bell rang, my roommate opened the door and I hear her yell “I think it’s for you”. I go and look and there’s a stick of butter on the door mat.
One day it happens again but we’re more prepared, we see someone wearing a motorcycle helmet leave the butter and then bolt. My roommate chases him down the street and rips the helmet off, to find it’s another mutual friend who we thought had left the country. The initial soccer ball + butter was just some random kids, but then my friend picked it up and ran with it. Going so far as to lie about flight dates for a vacation so that we’d think he was out of the country and not suspect him.
Also once watched a gas tanker slowly reverse over a sedan at a gas station and just crush it, while the owners are standing there watching.
How odd, being haunted by dairy!
At work (social housing) there was a phase where one of our tenants kept getting cheese slices through the door. Went on for months, they would phone up and get angry as if we were the ones attacking her with processed cheese. Then all of a sudden it just stopped. Happened to another tenant on the other side of town a year or so later.
Was sitting on a bench on a sunny afternoon in the city, minding my own business. Some rough-looking old man walks up to the bin next to the bench I sit on, unzips his trousers, and pees into the bin like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Yo I live in Chicago too!
Actually, it happened in Trier, Germany. In front of the cathedral, nonetheless. So peeing into bins in public is a thing in Chicago?
I mean, that’s just something that happens in every major metropolitan city worldwide, no doubt. Comes with the territory. I love my city, but man… you see some shit (literally)
The first thing that came into my mind was an incident that happened a few years back.
And friend and I walked down a quite street that had many apartment buildings. Suddenly in one building, just at the entrance, there was a weird fight happening. One man stole the luggage from another man. They did not yell at each other, they did not hurt each other. They were only fighting for that black luggage. As soon as the thief was successful, he fled with the suitcase into a car and drove away. We asked the other man if he needs our help as witnesses and if we should call the police. But he kept weirdly calm about it. He said he knows the thief.
I still wonder, what was in that suitcase and how this weird situation played out from the beginning.
Maybe it a was drugs or something so they didn’t want to make a scene.
I was hoping for a time machine or something… :<
It was definitely drugs or something.
Not so much an incident, but an unsolved mystery in my life that I don’t think I’ll ever know the answer to:
A few years ago some friends of mine and I were going to a concert and left our cars in a parking lot in an office park near the arena and piled into one car.
When I came back a few hours later that night, there was a dead duck on the hood of my car. It was still warm, there was no damage to my car, no feathers floating around anywhere, no blood on the duck (it hadn’t been shot or attacked as far as I could tell), it was just there by itself on the hood of my car. It wasn’t duck hunting season, and this is in a city with over a million people so not a rural area.
I’ve asked all my friends, family if they know what happened, but nope. No one has confessed anything, and at this point I think anyone of my friends would’ve fessed up.
I’m just baffled.
It was like a duck landed on the hood of my car and dropped dead a few minutes before I got there on a random weeknight.
I have no clue how, why or what happened.
Perhaps the duck flew into a window on a building thinking it was more sky? Or maybe it flew into your windshield thinking something similar?
I would’ve expected feathers in this case
Hmm, not necessarily. My house has a window that gets birds flying into it every so often, and there aren’t like, a puff of feathers or anything.
I was waiting at a red light when a big black bird came tumbling out of the sky and went THWACK right in the middle of the intersection.
Big puff of feathers. Dunno if he died randomly, got predated by a raptor, or what.
So, how’d it taste?
Wandering through a field at Glastonbury festival once at 3 in the morning and crossed paths with a portaloo moving of its own accord and dancing. It had fairy lights on it and was playing Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire.
You often see odd things at Glastonbury but nobody else I was with saw it. Nobody else I spoke to afterwards who went saw it either. I was relatively sober as well.
It was brilliantly surreal.
