thanks amadeo and thanks to all for the great contributions! ... another time the same friend (above) recommended his dentist to me. being game, i scheduled and showed up. then sitting in the waiting room i kept hearing talk like this coming from the receptionist area: "doctor doctor, phone call on two." "doctor doctor, patient is ready for you in five." "doctor doctor, are these the charts you wanted?" "doctor doctor, oh doctor doctor!" it turns out the dentist's name was michael docktor. i didn't ask about the origin of his name, not wanting to inadvertantly insult someone who would regularly be grabbing me by the short molars, so to speak. but he was indeed a great dentist, visions of the thompson twins song notwithstanding.
one time when i was 14 i was at boarding school. The school i attended was massive and had a variety of different buildings and stuff. there was one particular building which i would pass everyday, on my way to see my friend on the other side of the school, which housed plenty of birds like falcons, owls and the like. so this place had alot of natural vegetation growing around it. so one day im going back to my room when i pass the bird building. all of a sudden i stop. for some unknown reason i just stopped and looked back at the building and i see this long green Boomslang calmly weaving its way through branches and leaves. i promptly ran away and locked myself up for two hours...i hate snakes.
One time, not too many years ago, I had a favorite walking trail next to where I was working. I walked the trail dujring my lunch hour. On one particular day, I saw a movement in the leaves at my feet. I checked it out and found about a dozen newly hatched garter snakes. I didn't have my camera that day, but I came back the next day, a Saturday, and spent a couple hours with my new friends. They were very curious, and climbed over my hand and my lap as I sat among them.
One time (when I was younger) I was trying to open some superglue, but someone (and by someone I mean me) had stored it incorrectly, so the cap had glued itself on. I had the brilliant idea of getting a pocket knife out and trying to scrape away the glue that was visible. So I'm there jabbing away, when the knife slips. It goes right through my left ring finger - and I mean right through. At the time, I was alone in the house, so I ran to the phone to call my parents - I guess I had tunnel vision, because I didn't notice that I was getting blood everywhere...the walls, the floor, the phone, etc. Of course, my dad's phone was off and my mom never answers hers, so I decided to run down to the neighbor's house (my mom was best friends with them before they moved away) to see if they could help. Just as I run outside, my entire family pulls into the driveway. I then proceed to adamantly refuse stitches. I hate them with a passion. So we taped my middle and ring finger together, and let it heal on its own - the result being that I have a very fat, ropey, twisted entrance scar on the right side of my left index finger, and a smaller scar where the knife came out. Because it wasn't stitched up, the muscle and nerve endings didn't reconnect 100%, so if I jam it or touch the scar too hard it goes completely numb and...just an odd feeling. Moral of the story - get stitches. I have another 'I don't want stitches story' but I'll tell that one later ~Christian
note to above story: superglue is ironically an excellent tool for wound-closure and is indeed used in medicine for that purpose. ... one time i had both a pinball machine and a young cat. when i was absorbed with playing pinball the cat would secretly crawl up onto one of the overhanging pipes and then swoop down onto the glass, administering to me a small heart attack. but soon i was overcome with mirth watching my cat trying to catch the ball as it zoomed around the playfield. bonus link- this is what it looked like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdI4xm-uwBs
ok.. so there I was right,it's college, Sunday night (Long time ago) and this girl is screaming her head off as we are going at it, I mean the dead guy three floors down and around the other side of the dorm is telling me to turn the volume on my TV down. He must think I am watching porn or something. Anyway way, he expects me to tell this hot chick to turn to down, not gonna happen. I am loving this and the more she screams the more I am getting off. After 1 min, 22 seconds of rough riding I am done and spent, and there is a knock on the door. Well lo and behold there it is, all six feet 250 pounds of former marine...who just so happens to be her boyfriend.
One time (Oct 1989 to be exact) before we had our own balloon, a friend of ours was staying at a really nice hotel here in town for the big balloon fest that happens every October. Anyway, he was sponsered by the hotel and got to stay on the top floor where all the suites are. He was going to get ice and walked right into Weird Al Yankovic!!! They got to talking and Bill (our friend) told Al (the comedian) that he had a balloon and was in town for the fiesta. Al was totally excited and asked for a ride! The next morning, Al came flying with us! It was great fun. After his flight, he had to get back to the hotel right away since he was taking another flight (on an airplane) in a few hours, so my dad drove him to the hotel in our van!
one time as a working teenager i took advantage of a store sale to stockpile a freezer full of bacon. when i was younger i had loved the smell and taste but as a family we didn't eat it too often. so after my big purchase i steadily worked my way through the freezer for two months until the bacon was all gone. today, almost 25 years later, just the smell of bacon is enough to start me dry-heaving.
One time--it was this morning, actually--I was listening to a radio station on the way in. After a comment on a recent celebrity revelation, they began talking about how many lovers each of them had had in their lives so far. That got me thinking, so I counted back, and came up with a number, but had a distinct feeling I had forgotten one. I had. The woman I was married to for nearly ten years! (You can guess how much thought I give to my ex...) Oh, and by the way, don't even think of starting a thread based on that question!
One time I was house and pet sitting for two families and within the same week a fish died, a cat went into kidney failure, a hurricane hit, a tabletop shattered, and a horse cut himself. (And the other horse didn't recover from whatever he was on medication for.) I about died.
one time i was walking home late at night on a dark, isolated street in south philadelphia. i was walking quickly and soon began to overtake some people about half a block ahead of me. one of them noticed, turned around and shouted to me "why you following us, boy!?" to the amusement of his comrades. i looked closer at the three big black gentlemen up ahead and for some reason shouted back "why you in my way, fools?" there was a pause as i mentally thrashed myself for being a suicidal moron. to my surprise they began to laugh appreciatively. one of the gentlemen said "you're alright, boy." so i walked the rest of the way home with my three new bodyguards.
one time I was working at a grocery store, and you're supposed say "thank you" after every customer, and instead of that, ( I was thinking about my girlfriend) and said "love you". the man walked rather quickly from the store.
