August 2010 Weddings
Do the creep.
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Crazy Stories -- Let's Hear 'Em!
I remember this was asked on our TK board while we were wedding planning, but I've forgotten all the responses.
I wanna hear any crazy story you've got to tell, whether it be work-related, friend-related, whatever. It can be crazy scary, crazy funny, or plain crazy crazy.
In other words, what's the cah-raziest thing that's ever happened to you?
Do the creep.
Re: Crazy Stories -- Let's Hear 'Em!
Back in Poland, I attended a college away from my hometown. I lived in a rented apartment that was above the landlord's part of the house. The Landord (Peter) and I became friends and I was teaching him English. He had a company and was going out to the various cities in Poland to sell his service. He ended up dating this one woman in a city that's some 8 hours drive from the town we lived in.
One winter night, around 2am, when I knew he was away, I heard a car pull over into the driveway and park by the side of the house I could not see. I then heard someone bang at the door a little and pull it open with what sounded like a lot of force. Since from the front of the house you could not see my lights, I figures someone was breaking in, thinking the house was empty. My imagination went wild. I was too scared to turn on any lights, with the esception of a tiny night light. I crawled to the hallway and pulled the phone off the table it was on. The wire was not long enough, so I had to sit on the floor and make a call. I closed the door to my room and was on the floor calling Peter's cell first (just in case it was him), but I did not hear a ring, nor did he pick up. I then called his parents who lived across the street. They had a metal bending factory. At this late hour, they did not wake up. I called the factory. While waiting for someone to pick up, I heard noises downstairs that sounded like drawers opening and closing very loudly. Then I heard some machine... like a drill, but not too loud, not the way a drill sounds when you drill the wall, but say, a cabiner. Peter had a safe downstairs. I looked around my bedroom, but all I had that could cause harm was a small knife I used to peel apples. I was not going to the kitchen because that would mean passing by the frosted glass door that separated our apartments. I called his GF but she did not pick up. It took some three calls to the factory for the security to pick up. They knew me, I told them someone must have broken in and they were rummaging through Peter's stuff. Few moments after I hung up, I heard noises and scratching by the glass door - they heard me and were coming for me. I climbed into my bed with the knife and started praying. I was barely breathing and the tears were going down my cheeks. I promised myself that I will stick the knife into my heart before they rape me....
Then I heard Peter call my name... I started hyperventilating
He returned after him and his GF had a fight, and had to rent a car on the way because his broke down. He left his phone in a broken car, as well as his keys. He broke into his own house, because he thought I would be sleeping. Started taking shower and decided he wanted to trim his hair, so he was looking for the trimmer in the drawers. It fell down when his GF called to tell him that i am freaking out upstairs, that's why I heard those sounds.
The security guards came in with two metal pipes and wanted to attack him - they did not recognize the car and saw signs of breaking into on the door.
Why did I not call the police? Don't ask me, I have no idea.
My Blog
Whoa e_j. I would have been bawling my eyes out.
From 2009-2010, I worked at a little retail shop in the mall. One day, this man walks into the store. He looks to be in his late 60s, early 70s and has long, stringy gray hair that is hiding most of his face. He was shuffling around looking at everything (we sold kitchen appliances) and was wearing one of those fleece jackets with screen printed wolves on it.
My manager, the crazy cat lady, walks up to him and asks him if he needs any help. He just stares at her and keeps on walking around. I'm thoroughly freaked out because even though we would get some oddballs in our store, this guy had a seriously weird vibe to him.
I go about my business at the register and I glance over to see him staring at my manager and me through our shelving units. I'm becoming really uncomfortable, but don't say anything to my boss, mostly because I knew she could kick anyone's a**, even at 4'11.
I guess she sensed my discomfort at this guy staring at us (he had been in the store for over 2 hours), so she went up to him, asking again if he needed any help.
He looked over at our can openers and asked, plain as day, "Got any can openers that will cut brains?"
My manager, being the weird hippie she is, smiled and asked in all seriousness, "What kind of brains? Pig brains?" I know. I'm thinking "???????????" But whatever.
The guy says to her "No! I need a can opener to cut human brain."
She helps him pick out one (again, I'm like "?????????????") and he brings it up to the register and I'm forced to check him out. He stares the entire time and keeps making comments to us about hoping the can opener is sharp enough. Then he runs out of the store.
I asked to take my lunch right after because I was so freaked out by this guy.
Thank goodness can openers aren't actually sharp.
Do the creep.