I had a boss who absolutely loved our weekly conference calls. She'd talk for over an hour about nothing, so I'd just mute my phone and go do other things. It was the kind of call long-in system where you dialed a number and had to enter a code to join, so it wasn't possible to just accidentally get a wrong number and end up in the call. But somehow, one day there was an old man on our call who didn't belong there.He was complaining about someone putting little green and yellow flags on his lawn, and he wanted them removed. Our company didn't do that kind of work, we were merchandisers who serviced Walmart. My boss kept SCREAMING at him to get off the call, but he was deaf and just kept repeating his name and address and the BS about the flags. My boss devolved into taunting the old fool, to which he'd occasionally respond to with that sound old men make when they can't quite hear you. Finally my boss told us to all hang up, wait a minute, and dial into the call again. I did. It was silent now except for a bit of chuckling from my coworkers. Then my boss dials back in and starts taking the roll call, and immediately the old man pipes up about those damn flags. Turns out that because HE never hung up and dialed back in, it remained the same call session and we just rejoined it. My boss went ballistic. Finally, the old bugger blessedly hung up. Then one of my coworkers confessed to putting the flags on the guy's lawn. That old man ruined my boss' favorite part of the week, and I love him for it.
The moment you got to the end this went from a regular good story to sounding like the plot of a 3-part episode in a sitcom! So many more worms left crawling outside the can! So many questions about the old man's relationship with your coworker!
I remember a saying that went something like this: "No one wants to be a garbage man, but everyone would notice if there weren't any." I think it's based on the fact people will treat some others like subhumans or disposable due to them working a job like a janitor, garbage man, fast food worker, ect. while simultaneously forgetting that if no one was doing those jobs everyone would suddenly care about them.
Nyghtking. I think there should be a Union for those kinds of workers. One big strike and America would sure take notice of them then. Maybe even treat them as human beings not like trash. The people who treat them as subhumans are the real subhumans.
...true...you should never, ever get cocky with a worker you consider beneath you because you never know what can or will happen to your personal circumstances. Had an ex who used to make jokes about me being a security guard...calling me rent a cop, etc...then one day the plant where he worked as a forklift operator for fifteen years was sold to a company who didn't want union people working there. Suddenly he was in his late 40's and unemployed in a time where jobs were scarce...offered to help him get a job with my company...he was "worth more than that" with all his experience...well...he finds out no one wants to hire him for the pay he was demanding...child support caught up with his ass, they tell him to either get a job or go to jail...he ended up getting a job mopping floors at Walmart. Meanwhile, my company went union with benefits...I currently make more now than he did when he was working at the union shop. 😎
One half of the crowd was pro-Burger King, the other pro-Wendy's. Ronald told them, "STOP, you're better than this!" The Burger King crowd thought, "Yeah, our burgers are better, they're not worth it." The Wendy's crowd thought, "Yeah, nobody will ever touch the 4 for 4 deal, screw this." Then Ronald left and went to Hardee's. Okay I'm kidding, he went to Captain D's.
14:10 This is why I firmly believe commercial bathrooms should be fitted with a huge floor drain, weatherproof fixtures, and a ceiling spray wash feature. Evacuate the room, 20 minutes of powerwash cycle, & 15 of air dry every night.
@@Vincent_Beers yeah, while an automated cleaning cycle sounds great, you know it would be under a week before some drunk idiot managed to activate it and end up with burns from hot water or cleaning chemicals.
@@jessicascoullar3737 There actually was a prototype public-self-cleaning-toilet system built, it was a kiosk you could put on a corner sidewalk intended to replace old phone booths. It would fill up with cleaning foam and rinse itself after each person used it. I don't know if more than a couple were built for testing, but one of the first things that happened was some homeless guy disabled the movement sensors that would detect someone being inside of it and tried to live in it.
The respecting janitors, one is so true. I worked at a college bookstore/cafe and had a very sweet janitor named Rick who’d always come to talk to me and asked me about my classes. 2 years later I see him in public and recognize him (easy- as he only has one arm), but I didn’t expect for him to recognize me. I especially didn’t expect for him to remember my name
Every time I am in someone’s house or public place, I always flush the toilet before I use it to make sure it won’t overflow. It’s saved me a couple times because the toilet did actually overflow; and it was easy to unclog without poop or pee in the mix.
bruh that one was disgusting as hell holy fucking shit. (pun absolutely 100% intended) as someone from wisconsin this is absolutely fucking horrifying on so many levels.. 80% humidity, 94 degrees out and worst of all *>>NO AIR CONDITIONING?!?!
Working at McDonald’s in high school, manager sent me to the bathroom for routine mopping and cleaning. Replacing TP and paper towels etc. In the men’s room stall, crap filled bowl, covered the toilet itself, all over the floor and sprayed up the walls. And the pièce de résistance, a crap filled pair of (formally white) briefs in the corner. Walked right out, told manager I wasn’t gonna clean that, to be fair she didn’t know what she was sending me into. And to her credit either she cleaned it or she called a professional, I don’t really remember.
@PhoenixMoth Ita a book containing instructions on how to create bombs, radio jamming devices, and other illegal/illicit things; however most of it is highly inaccurate.
The last story reminds me of something that happened to me. I was around 8 or 9 and I was a small kid for my age. One day my older sister and her friend. Wanted some wood to turn one of the sheds into a club house. So I take them to an old wood pile and start pulling out boards for them. I picked up one board and a swarm of big black and white hornets swarmed all over me . I ran out of the pasture as fast as I could. Diving over a 4 foot Barb wire fence clearing it. I rolled over on to my feet and ran straight for the house. Those little pickers followed me the whole way to the house. I had been stung many many times before. But some love and comfort from my mother and I was alright. . Good thing I'm not allergic to bee stings.
@Ronald Staley, once, when I was in high school, we were hanging outside during PE and, as we were getting done with that class, a bunch of red wasps starting getting all angry for some reason and they started to sting people (we were hanging out at the football stadium at the time), so, needless to say, we had a whole bunch of hurt students, including one or two people that had to go to the hospital, for wasp stings because they were allergic to them, and, as I was stung a few times myself (never mind that none of us students did anything to agitate the wasps), I was in pain and angry at the principal and then I began telling him that he needs to do something about those wasps over in the football stadium bleachers (the school had recently renovated and expanded them, and people went there for several years, as it held the NAIA College Football Championship from about my junior year to the middle 2000s or so), or there would be a lawsuit against the school, and the fact that one student literally nearly died from the event, combined with my threat, made damn sure that the school did regular routine wasp, bee, hornet, dirt/mud dauber, and yellow jacket removal around the school.
@@AbbysalWarrior I mean I wasn't there I did watch historians vid on it. Basically summd it up as a bunch of every schools weird kids going to a McDonald's play place and then having to pay to keep it open
The story about the "electronic music show" was bonkers! The worst that I've experienced at a rave was getting too hot and then the fire dept shutting the show down barely that long into the show bc venue oversold tickets so amount of ppl exceeded the max capacity permitted for the venue.
I'm genuinely shocked that's the worst thing you've ever experienced at a rave. I quickly put them at the top of the list of "events no one is dragging me to" because nearly every experience was a shitshow similar to the one in the story. I firmly believe many of these reddit stories are bullshit, but that one I believe.
That Walmart story reminded me of a story my friend told me while on his shift at Walmart of an incident involving the "$1 movie pile", WoW full-game redemption cards and Almond Milk. To keep it short, he comes onto the scene of WoW cards thrown everywhere and in the movie pile as well. Around that pile and all over the movies is Almond Milk. Someone legit threw these cards all over the movie section and in the pile, then proceeded to pour almond milk in said pile. My friend said it was two jugs of milk and a box full of those redemption cards. They had been cleaning it for a few weeks, then the day I go to hang with him on his shift, I find a WoW card not to far from the dollar movie pile and I ask him what he wants to do with it and his entire being shifted to visible nothingness. Me just showing him that card triggered a flashback and the tale still has me laughing to this day all these years later.
I don't care if the rest of the people (and the commenter) felt like judging, the bride saying it was the wedding of her dreams made me warm and fuzzy on the inside. :)
Laughed so much at the bike shop story 14:10 I nearly choked. I think I'm lucky in that the biggest sh**show I've seen is when my son emptied a size 6 turd into a size 4 nappy, I was not a happy daddy that day.
I was at Martha's vineyard (an Island in Massachusetts) and saw two fights that weekend. Both of them ended up with someone in there hospital with severe damage done. One sides face looked like mike Tyson's face. All deformed and bloody. The other fight one of the dudes ended up with 4 broken ribs. Crazy shit happens at Martha's vineyard
Having been in military until about 7 months ago, I have a couple of shitshow stories from when I served in the Air Force, albeit on their own they're both not exactly too over-the-top, so that's why I'm putting two here. Having served at a Flying Squadron as a technician, the way it works is (at least where I served), you have normal day shifts (be at the Squadron at 8am, finish around 5pm), and a few times a week you're gonna have a night shift with a night team made up of select crewmen from the different elements, and we're all working an additional 5pm to 10pm then being sent up to the quarters for the night. Most of the flights being sent out are training for the aircrew. About four or five guys around the middle of the day get sent to the quarters for a couple hours for rest so they work an extra couple hours to finish around midnight. One time I got sent to the quarters for a couple hours which ended up being three hours. The evening was planned to be pretty calm, just a couple preflight inspections, a couple flights, maybe a couple maintenance dudes coming to fix a fault on one helo, no biggie. When the driver came to pick me up it was about 8pm and he told me I better find the teamleader to help out cause it was wild what's going on out here. Turned out I got that extra hour cuz everybody was busy handling the shitshow out on the Line - one helo lands with a broken window, other one lands on the other side of the Line with a crack somewhere in the inner rotor, helos landing at inconsistent timing with faults left and right and one ended up doing a force landing out in field (out of base) with a rupture in one of the rotor blades. They had to replace the blade right then and there in the middle of nowhere to fly outta there. So about 40 minutes to an hour passes and things calm down, more maintenance people arrive to sort out faults and I'm just minding my own business, so around this point teamleader assigns me to the toolroom. What you do when you're in charge of the toolroom is you keep record of every tool that goes into and out of the toolroom. Helos begin flights and land and so I put out reception suits, headphones and torches for the guys about to recieve their helos on the Line and all but the one with the blade thing have landed. So it's like 1am and we're still waiting for that one to come back. Usually you'd think the aircrew would communicate with the groundcrew back at base but NO! There's been no word from them for a solid couple hours. Only around almost 3am we receive word that they're replacing the blade and will be back in about 40 minutes (so naturally I assume it could also mean an hour.) Around ten to 4 they finally land and when all is said and done teamleader comes into the toolroom to final review (when you lock the toolroom for the night you gotta inspect it to verify nothing's missing). So around this point I put back in their place all the reception suits, torches, headphones and whatever other tool. Both of us are dead tired at this point, so we're not exactly sharp. But he notices there's one spot where a flashlight isn't there. So the shitshow continues with me, him, and a third guy looking around rummaging inside and outside of the toolroom with those two running out to the Line at 4 in the morning going helicopter to helicopter trying to find one missing flashlight for a solid 20 minutes while I'm still inside, flipping through shit trying to find it. The thing we all know is, there are some spots that are meant to be temporarily empty on purpose because a tool that's supposed to be there is registered for repair at a maintenance ground-squadron, as every tool has it's own assigned spot based on a serial number. So he calls me with a realization: Did you happen to put any torch in the wrong spot? Turns out there was one torch that, based on its serial number, wasn't in its assigned spot, and where I put it was *supposed* to be empty. My response: "Oh... wait... shit." His response: "Alex, I'ma kill you." No harm done. XD On another, unrelated evening a wasp entered the toolroom and who else would be in the toolroom at this time but me. So I tried to handle it by myself at first and soon enough a couple guys noticed and tried to help me out and not ten minutes later, the teamleader (coincidentally, the same one XD) joined in. This was a clusterfuck of a bunch of dudes all, one after the other, rummaging through the toolroom to hit one wasp that's frantically flying around. Just imagine this specific teamleader (a short, thin, elf-looking bearded fellow) running around a toolroom by himself trying to hit a wasp. Well, we hit the wasp, I guess. We got back to work, I got back into the toolroom and sure enough the wasp wakes up again and starts flying around again. So all the same guys come around again inside and try to down it again, and then we finally get back to work. Sure enough, the wasp wakes up again but remains flying around one specific spot so it doesn't bother me too much and the guys give up on it as well. We finish the night at a decent hour and I text my buddy (who was on after-duty leave at this time) that whoever is gonna be on toolroom duty tomorrow is about to have a date with a wasp. XD
I am the oldest of six children, my dad worked, and my mom stayed at home. When I had my kids, my dad told me never to give them a hug as you go out the door in the morning to work. Just give them a kiss on the forehead and try to keep your distance. Otherwise, you will probably walk out the door covered in whatever crap they were eating, had in their hands at the time, or had spilled on themselves during breakfast, not to mention occasionally having an infant burp some milk all over you after having a bottle. He said that he had to make a few last minute clothing changes over the years before he finally learned that lesson.
The airport one made me remember a story about a town in England. There is this medium sized town in the north of England and one day a man was sprinting along the high street looking panicked and screaming. Thinking there must be something wrong others started to run as well. Soon there were hundreds of people running down the high street and no one new why. As they reached the edge of town more people joined in. Soon the entire town was empty and everyone was standing around at the edge of town asking why they had all evacuated the town and no one knew why.
Was a janitor for a while and can attest to people not having any decency or understanding that the people they work with have to share space with them and they should try to be clean. Also if you are nice to janitorial crews you can get all kinds of cool shit cause I absolutely went out of my way for nice people.
I've seen a few that boil down to the person in charge going against the advice of literally everyone else, shit hitting the fan, then the person in charge saying "we as a company will do better next time."
My story. Worked at a place that rhymed with Buffalo Wild Things for 9 years. Was never promoted, was never even certified as a trainer, despite all my effort. Worked as a part-time kitchen employee. Was never allowed to be a full-time employee. Naturally, my job was to open or close the restaurant. Clean the outside and inside of the building, train new hires and MITs, that sort of thing. Oh, I also had to do my actual job. One day, had to train an MIT who was going to be a new AGM, maybe even of our restaurant. I spent days listening to this ex ChuckieChez pizza guy, explain to me how much better he was than me. He even told me that I lacked the basic confidence a man should have. Whatever. Had to train him how to filter the fryers near end of my shift. He decided to go on his lunch. I warned him that I was not allowed to work overtime. He said it was fine. Whatever... he comes back angry that I didn't already filter the fryers. I explained that the point is that I'm supposed to train him so that when he is alone with new employees, the fryers will still be filtered correctly and safely. He was clearly concerned, but decided to one up me and explained that he already knows how and begins to "show me." He pulls the lever to drain the oil. Oil spills out everywhere. Fryer is blaring, so I use a broom to pull the power cord out of the wall behind the fryer. I have like 20 minutes left. I explain that he has to wait for the oil to cool so he can scrape it off the floor. Then, wipe oil up with dry towels. Then, clean the floors with a mop. I told him he could get it done in a couple of hours. He doesn't like my answer. Orders me to do it all. I get to it until I have to clock out. He decides to finish the job, which I barely started by pouring regular cold water all over the oil. The oil water mix clogs all the drains in the kitchen, and now the oil water mix is going nowhere. I explained that this wasn't the first time that someone was stupid enough to do that, and that it would cost a grand to fix the drains. I explain that now that it's an oil water mix, I have no idea how he can clean it up. We had degreeser, but I was already clocked out. He could find it himself, since he was so much better than me. He decided to use the front of house electric vacuum cleaner to suck up the oil water mix. I have no idea what else he tried after breaking the vacuum because I decided to leave. The GM called me that night and told me I was fired and that I would possibly be responsible for damages. Had to watch the camera footage of all of this with my GM, MIT AGM, and some other higher-up who never even made eye contact with me. I wasn't fired in the end. The AGM was fired 3 months later for vomiting on a guest after coming in to work drunk. I only wished I would have quit sooner than I did, but in my family, we don't show weakness.
I was working at a laboratory as a medical typist. On this day, I had to attend my cousin's wedding (yes, on a weekday - at the courthouse) at 10am. I started work at 6am and saw little value of having to change and I was working a fairly 'clean' job (just typing). Well, the pathologist had called me and one of the young lab assistants to show us a removed colon from the sigmoid to the rectum which had an adenocarcinoma. He explained the procedure that needed to be done, how to section it, etc. OK. So the colon had to be flushed to get rid of any faecal material. Path turns on the tap. No water. Didn't work. I checked the other taps, all working. Then, he turns it on again, with the colon under, ready to flush it. The tap starts to shake, rumble and then suddenly BANG.....the water comes spewing out, complete with faecal material which promptly splashed onto all of us, including my green lace dress. HAZMAT came to clean up, took away all of our clothes and we had to wear scrubs. So here I was wearing scrubs with 3 inch high heels! I thought , 'Crap, now I have to turn up to a wedding with scrubs on!' Luckily, the local Op Shop (Thrift Store for Americans) opened at 8.30am and I was able to grab a really nice dress from there for A$9.00!! And yes, we got our original clothes back after they had been cleaned and biohazarded (???)
having lived in SoCal my entire life, if you’re flying in SoCal, if at all possible just use Ontario International Airport. It’s way cleaner, way nicer, with maybe 1/10 as much traffic thru it. It’s only like an hour drive East of LAX. Even if you’re going to LA, it would be better to go to ONT and get a ride into LA than it would be to land at LAX. It is absolutely worth the cab or Uber money.
I have never been to the point of drunk, so maybe I just can't understand. How did "the mother of the bride", even in a drunken state, think the best course of action was to flip a table and destroy the presents?! Making it worse sounds a teensy bit flawed, in my opinion.
i was the efficient of a wedding, the step dad of tge bride was drunk, the uncle of the groom was also drunk but was chill until drunk stepdad threw the cake at the grooms mom, uncle went apeshit and monkey stomped the stepdad until he was unconscious, the bride just wacked both of them with a roller pin and went back to exchanging vows, it was glorious
17:09 The dock landing ship was the USS Pensacola. The incident happened in 1994. The Captain was Cmdr. Jerry Henderson. Also, it was not "stuck on a sandbar". "Divers inspecting the hull found that two of the five blades on the port shaft propeller were curled, indicating the Pensacola had struck ground sometime while at sea." Therefore, the person is misremembering the incident. This ship also ran aground in 1996 on the way to Rhode Island, perhaps confusing the two. Most of the person's comment doesn't square with the facts of the case.
this shitshow was about 16 years ago, it was between the Emos and Punks, they were having an all out groundfight, police was involved but useless as usual, in the end, as surreal as it sounds, from the subway a group of Hare Krishnas came out chanting and everyone was so confused or soothed idk and fucked off.
My girlfriend and my best friend don't mix well, neither do any of them with my parents.. We stayed at my parents place for the holidays last year, I'm sure you can imagine how that turned out
Two grannies yelling in spanish and fist fighting over 30 cent towels during Black Friday. Normally you'd have to go to RU-vid to see something like that!
Ok. I have to admit the story where the guy makes home made explosives, some military grade, goes to a cement yard (thank God not a crowded public place) puts all the explosives in a port a potty, and sets it to explode just as they are spotted by a un shielded security guard… Had me ROTFLOL. No one was seriously hurt physically (but emotionally scarred maybe). But sounds fair he wakes up a few days later with two massive Samoan guys next to his bed ready to drag his ass to ROTC. He will now get to use his skills for a greater cause!😅
I was in an online RP community for three years. In my earlier months there, I was basically stuck in the middle of a one-sided flame war between two of my friends; one of my friend hated the other so much that she was constantly trying to manipulate and suicide-bait me into cutting her off, and I’m certain she was doing this to the other friend as well. This basically just kept getting worse and worse, escalating to the point where the instigator got into a huge fight with one of the other friend’s friends, who said a lot of stuff that crossed the line pretty hard, including borderline rape threats against her.
Taking a risk by posting this, but I don't think the people involved will see it and even if they do, oh well. So, I had a friend that finally married her on again-off again boyfriend of 10 years. About year after they got married, my friend began an affair with her husband's brother. This went on for about 4 years. Husband found out, they got divorced. Husband decided to choose revenge because he then shacked up with friend's sister, who is a psycho. Psycho sister found out that husband was having an affair with "T". Husband kicked out psycho sister who promptly went to "T's" husband "C" and told him of the affair. T and C got divorced. Now, T is married to husband, C is married to psycho sister, friend is married to someone else entirely and the brother took off to a different city in a different state with someone else. That's the biggest shitshow I've witnessed.
12:44 reminds me of a book i read once, i think it was called "space janitors". some evil aliens release something into the air of a mostly-human crewed spaceship that effectively turned everyone into zombies except the janitors, because they happened to be wearing air-tight suits at the time. later they need to sneak into a big public event, and their ally says they will have to pretend to be...JANITORS!
In my town we have a huge festival that people travel for every year. I was 15 and working for the first time there at a pizza tent. We were carrying things back to the restaurant because it was about to close for the night. Apparently a table flipped at a different tent and everyone thought it was a gunshot. I was carrying a few tubs of pizza toppings when everyone (most people a little intoxicated) ran past me, some people crying and hugging each other. (This was shortly after the shooting in Vegas at the Jason Aldean concert) I kept walking to the restaurant and went straight to my brother who worked there, he said to get in the kitchen and wait, then we found out it was a table. It was pretty scary at 15 and my friends were there so I was calling them all
The "white trash wedding" sounds amazing and comfortable. The person posting is shaming them for not spending 40k at a wedding and instead having it as a family thing is super cringe. I'd rather have a wedding like that with family and natural than take out a loan for wedding industry. It's how most weddings used to be.
That's what a real man and father does, like no freaking out about your daughter puking down your back, he kept his head about him and let her finish and did what had to be done.
My wife decided I was a keeper when we went to a restaurant and her 5-year-old son starting vomiting up his mac and cheese. I picked him up and ran him to the restroom (since he had been sitting next to me) and she broke down to the waitress about how disastrous this was. The waitress assured her, as they cleaned up the booth, that I was both a keeper and obviously not going anywhere.
@@kemarisite great story. You showed her what kind of man you are in tough (& a bit gross!) situations! I bet the son wont ever hear the end of the mac and cheese / date story 😁 (of course she wont ever forget what you did) Good job 😊
I on the other hand was with my dad in the car coming home from the mall and I was in the back seat and I did not fell well . I told him that I was going to throw up he said to just throw up on the floor mat . I just reached over the seat and grabbed his world’s best dad coffee mug and threw up in that filled it up to the top and nothing anywhere else . We got home he dumped it in the toilet and put the mug in the dishwasher . When we got home my mom asked if I was ok and my dad told her that I threw up in the car and she was confused that he was not going to clean the car he said that he didn’t have to because I puked in his coffee mug and he had nothing to clean up
Honestly was expecting that last one too go like ' ran to stairs, didn't get stung until the wasp nest under there got angry and lead the wasps back to everyone else' or something
I wasnt in the building being a freshmen in high school, but we were let out at a few minutes early on august 29th, 2005 at my school in inland Mississippi, our parents pick me and my brother up as soon as they could and took us home For those who don't know or remember, August 29th, 2005 was when Hurricane Katrina hit the gulf coast region, and even though the town i lived in was hundreds of miles inland, we still got pretty bad squall's and wind. I remember while sitting there in my parents car that a bus was dropping people off when it all was pouring rain, imagining thoae kids who walked in that rain. The next time they had a hurricane issue that would hit, the school ended at Noon, no cloud in the sky that day. A shit ahow i was actually apart of happened Junior year when my french class went to France, this whole thing happened when a couple of students went to go get alcohol in paris and bring it back to party. I being a good straight edge kid ( during that phase of my life.) I was asleep at the time. This all took place in the industrial disctrict of Paris i believe ( 18th neighborhood/disctrict.) A place where on the first night a car was broken into right outside are place. The french teacher was Southern Baptist, needless to say she found out, had us all sit outside our room and basically ripped everone involved a new asshole, Idid get a thanks for being responsible hug afterwarda, the Experiance went down hill very quickly and most of the trip afterwards felt tense and sad. But damn did I have a great time.
I think this was like 7 years ago but I remember my parents were taking us to see a movie and when we stepped on the bus I suddenly got really sick and started vomiting and me and mom went back home. I still feel bad for who ever was on that bus and who ever had to clean it .
The difference between a brawl in a high-class neighborhood and a lowerclass neighborhood is obviously the instrument of destruction, a croquet mallet vs a baseball bat! Makes perfect sense! 😶😶🤣🤣👍💯✌🇨🇦😎🇺🇦
I was in it. I told a guy he drove like shit. He got out of his car and came up to the passenger side of my car. I told him to f off. He went back to his car and grabbed something from in-between his seats, I thought gun. No. It was his phone. He starts yelling you're going to jail I'm getting this all on video. I started laughing and asked for what. He just kept repeating I'm getting this all on video you're going to jail. His car began to roll away behind him. I kept telling him to turn around but he kept telling over me. "I'm getting this all on video you're going to jail." His car almost hit a landscapers truck that was parked on the side of the road. The landscaper yelled get your fucking car! That made the young man look behind him, to see his car rolling away. He dove and stopped it with his hand on the break peddle. I started laughing. He came up to me driver side door and threw 2 punches at me. I learned away and threw a punch as I leaned back toward him. He went flying through the air and hit the ground with the back of his head. I did go to jail. He was right.
I remember this as if it was yesterday, the trip to disneyland paris in 2015. We decided to take the bullet train from Amsterdam to Paris and then take the metro further. It all went quite smoothly until we randomly stranded in brussels for about 2 hours because of some disruption on the high speed line apparently. After those lovely 2 hours we finally took off but the disruption wasn't quite fixed yet, so then it took a detour that made us have the oppertunity to discover like 25% of the country of Belgium while making multiple more random ass stops. Then after finally entering paris, we had to take the metro for the final bit. again, at first it went quite well until we had to change to another metro. so we waited, and waited, and it took another good 2 hours for the thing to finally show up, at that point more then a thousand people have gathered on the platform, we had to do our best to even get on the fucking thing. and after we thought we were good, nope, metro went to the other direction suddenly, so then we had to go back a station, and then we had to cramp ourselved onto the most cramped station on the entire planet i'm pretty sure. people were being escorted out because of anxiety attacks or something. but we pushed on, eventually got in, and after one more stop, we finally arrived. So, what was supposed to take about 4.5 hours, took fucking 11 hours in the end.
Literally? Someone spiked the punch at a college party with liquid laxative. Around 100 people. They used about 4x the standard dose. I have never seen dookie go that far. The entire place was professionally cleaned, but ended up being renovated due to smell. The perp got caught and had to pay upwards of 40k for the building and got charged with poisoning - I don't know the actual charge. According to photos I saw, there was literal 3" of waste on the bathroom floor. The walls up to waist height were coated in the bathroom. People were lying on the lawn - they just gave up and crapped themselves while lying there. 2 cars were declared totaled by people who left and crapped their cars so bad they were deemed a total loss. That wealthy guy ended up paying bail and going right back into jail for doing it again... at an even bigger party. Almost 300 people. He wore a clever disguise and no one recognized him. He paid for catering and it was burritos, pizza, chilli, and donuts. It was hosted at a big and fancy house. It was worse. So much worse. People just decided to crap in the basement. There was almost 5" this time. He, from what I hear, spent a few years in prison, got out, and got in trouble for doing it a third time within 2 months. I don't think he's getting out this time. Guy is a menace. Edit: This guy is the definition of the goofy meme "I'l F****** do it again."
TL;DR Worst funeral ever. The coffin not being dropped was the best thing I could say about it. My mother-in-law's funeral. MIL was the loveliest, most dignified, devoutly (but privately and humble) Christian woman I've ever met. It all started when the hearse cortege pulled away from her house. Some local morons decided it would be a good time to come out of their rats' nest and be racist (MIL was Jamaican), throwing nazi salutes and shouting at the grieving family. Neighbours justfiably took offence and started a brawl to shut them up. The main church of MIL's denomination was unavailable for the service so had to be transferred to another. This chuch was on the second floor of the building with no elevator so the coffin had to be carried by family members (the funeral directors refused as they had bad backs) up a narrow fire-escape stairway barely wide enough for the coffin and navigated around corners. I was cringeing waiting for the inevitable dropping of the coffin from the top of the stairs. Fortunately, that didn't happen and may have been the highlight of the whole day. The service in the church was done by a preacher who, despite having an amplified microphone, thought it a good idea to shout all the way through the service. Every sentence was punctuated by a scream of "Praise Jesus!". I was virtually deaf after 10 minutes. It lasted 3 hours. Rather than show respect for a very dignified woman, the preacher then continued on what can only be described as a rant about everything and anything. As the only person to show enough respect to wear a good suit, the preacher singled me out when pontificating about the evils of cupidity and narcissism. The service went on so long everyone was late leaving to go to the cemetery. MIL had muslim family from America, so the graveside service rapidly became a one-upmanship contest between Christian church-goers and muslim family, the Christians (one of whom was deaf and couldn't keep a tune) singing badly all the way through. The muslim family decided MIL was to be buried according to their traditions, so the digger which had been booked to fill in the grave was dismissed and there was a lot of pressure for people to fill in the grave by hand until everyone was dirty, sweaty and annoyed. Eventually, everyone left to go to the post-funeral reception. Being incredibly late by now, the caterers had done their best to be ready on time but still managed to only cater for about half of the people that were expected. As there were a lot of senior citizens present, the heating was on full blast in Summer. Anyone who wasn't half-dead already was pouring in sweat within minutes. As only one of two white people at the funeral I was unable to get anything to eat (I was starving) "until the family had approved the kitchen to be opened." My wife was MIL's executor and I was sat at the head table with the rest of the immediate family. No alcohol was available according to MIL's wishes. These are just the highlights of this utter shitshow; there are many, many more things that I won't go into. I'd like to add that I'm atheist so beginning to end, it was torture.
@@crotchwolf1929 Lol I haven’t been to a bar since the Floods disaster of 2003. Two words, alcohol poisoning! really should’ve been in the hospital with my dumb ass.
@rapheALtoid So breathing chemical shit all day is? Air fresheners, soaps, dyes - even the BPA in cash register receipts - it's a 24/7 assault on your endocrine system. Sure, he was being very imprecise (and insensitive to the gay chick), but he's not as crazy as he sounds.
4:48 My best friends sister when she was younger was with her dad thrown up in the air and stuff, her dad made the wrong move of opening his mouth only to have it filled up with puke from his daughter.
Over 30 years in healthcare. Seen many. I think my worst was when a patient went into cardiac arrest multiple times because the resident and pulmonary doctors were obsessed with trying to get a central line and an arterial line in vs saving the man's life. I mean, that is a component of ACLS, but they totally focused on that. Basically the nurses, the nursing supervisor and the RTs kept trying to get them to pay attention but they just wouldn't. This went on for ~3 hours-bradycardia arrest- several cycles of compressions- pulse back, docs still just concentrated on getting those damn l. Part of the issue was that facility is right next door to a large not profit but heavily subsidized university hospital. The reason for the delay was they had no bed
Have an ex-wife, she cheated, she remarried, he cheated on her. He was married when she cheated on me. They divorced, she remarried... her daughter accused new husband of child molestation. She (her daughter) lied about the entire accusation, he now has to register as a sex offender.
Wait. I'm queer because of air freshener? That makes so much sense now! My mom loved using air fresherner! My life has been forever changed. (Sarcastic)
I feel bad for the bride whos maid of honor had a seizure, but at the very least, I'm glad she didn't completely ignore her when she was saying her I do's, thats a pretty good friend right there!
Why are so many of these in the Midwest? I’m kinda embarrassed. Also the wedding with Camo and blaze orange and hotdish and very cheat sounds like a Midwest wedding. No joke Also this video made me laugh my ass off
Super Bowl Sunday, 2019 (I think). Busy at work at a pizza joint. Only me and another guy, bc Utah. Even so, busier than expected. Find out the next day, the other location in that city had one of their best workers have an incident resulting in store closure with police involvement, and they told all their customers to come to my location… we had a $4k Super Bowl Sunday, when we expected a $1k day
I was at a cosplay event that was supposed to last till morning, we got kicked out at 3am, most people were too broke to call a taxi or go to a hotel so you had around 30 people dressed as naruto characters chilling at some random park till morning, it was awesome.
We went to a big 4th of July event in a high crime area, it was my friend, his girlfriend, and a couple of her friends and myself. I advised against bringing 2 out of town girls there but they thought it'd be all right and the girls came down for the event. Two small town 19 year old girls in the city looking to get drunk. My friend and his girlfriend split off, the girls wanted to walk in the middle of the crowd but I pointed out it'd be better to hang near the fringe. There were problems the previous year. The one complained it was boring and starts walking into the crowd, the other I told to stay in sight and I tried to get the other to come back. The crowd suddenly split open and people were running, the girl toward the center runs back to say someone was shot. Yeah, that's why I was keeping out of the crowd. We started making our way back, there were bangs again but I told them it was fireworks (it was probably more gun fire based on how the crowd reacted). The one girl starts crying, we find our friends and leave. Three shootings that day, a few dead. It was changed after that and they didn't have it for a few years.
I once saw a realllllllly fat person trying to get up from a chair. It was not only entertaining but a shitshow of the most abhorrent symbolism for the 21st century.
As a Falcons fan....................you know I am from TN (33) So the Falcons where my team before the Titans came to TN. WENT to ATL to watch live and party with locals...the aftermath...its like everyone just got a call their mom died. You could hear the wind. Everyone was just walking around like Zombies...jeez. The whole city just died that night forever.
