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we've all had the strange encounters with random strangers.
my strangest has got to be when this evangelist or something or other was handing out bilbles on the sidewalk across from school
when e handed me one (which was strange since I was wearing a yarmulke) I handed him my phb and said "here mine", it cost me a phb but it was totally worth it.
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"Balance, playtesting - a casual gamer craves not these things!" - Yoda, a casual gamer.
Three things matter in marksmanship -
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MagickalMemories wrote:How about making another fist?
One can be, "Da Fist uv Mork" and the second can be, "Da Uvver Fist uv Mork."
Make a third, and it can be, "Da Uvver Uvver Fist uv Mork"
Eric
Once, I was wandering around downtown KCMO and this homeless guy accosted me. He started babbling about how he was going to go on a bank-robbing spree and he believed for some reason that I would be an excellent getaway driver. I went along with it until my bus arrived, then told him that I had preparations to make and that he should wait right where he was, and that I would get back to him. Didn't say when... Last I saw him, he was peeing on the back of the bus stop shelter. I avoided downtown after that.
I met this old Scottish gentlemen in Perth who offered me this bit of wisdom, "I have to tell you something Lad. The Welsh really don't matter. Did you know there are two things ya can't tell a Welshman? One is that they can't play rugby, but they really can't. The other is that they don't matter, but they really don't." He then proceeded to tell me that he didn't like going to services in the Kirk anymore because of his rheumatism...
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- St. Thomas Aquinas
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"The Eldar get no attention because the average male does not like confetti blasters, shimmer shields or sparkle lasers."
-Illeix
@JEB - Ah, the wisdom of the elderly - I think he's on to something there.
I remember being in a pub in Norf London, waiting to play a gig at Highbury Garage (not an actual garage), when an old chap started muttering something next to me. I couldn't quite make it out, but it sounded like it was about 'the war' so I tryed to politely pay attention. He then turned to me and said: ".... but you wouldn't understand, because you're Polish".
I never met a single rude/obnoxious person when I spent a month in the US.
New Yorkers were the most helpful.
+1 amazing but true story.
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I just keep getting asked in Civic whether or not I'm old enough to buy smokes/goon(Cheap, Nasty cask wine) for the stupid gakker 13 year old emo kids...
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York/London(for weekends) oh for the glory of the british rail industry
We once had to wait 2 hours for the 8:30am bus from newquay station, while waiting we started talking to a canadian beach bumb tourist who later turned out to be a rerabilitated heroin-addict who kept on talking about his last girlfriend and their drug/sex orgies
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And I'm the stranger that walked by and stopped to listen....?wut, wut?
Well, I have these earphones I greenstuffed to dedicate to Nurgle.
I wear them everywhere.
So one day I'm at the local game shop, a stranger approached me.
He pointed to my earphones and said:
"Are you Sanctjud"...
Turns out he was another poster in 40KOnline that followed my conversion blog over there.
That was funny for me at least...being identified by earphones.
This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
H.B.M.C. wrote:Every now and again I keep seeing this guy:
Weird thing is, I've seen him even when I've been overseas. How does he know I'm there?
Jervis.
You know you're really doing something when you can make strangers hate you over the Internet. - Mauleed
Just remember folks. Panic. Panic all the time. It's the only way to survive, other than just being mindful, of course-but geez, that's so friggin' boring. - Aegis Grimm
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I was on a bus trip from Texas to Maine during the driver strike back in the early 90's.
When I got to New York City, the first thing that greets my eyes is some guy tits up in a pool of blood with a couple of cops fencing in the body.
I proceeded on to my pick up area where I was stopped by a couple that was sending a 13 year old who looked like Pinnochio to Portland, Maine and they asked if I would make sure he made it there safely. I agreed.
Our bus rolled into downtown Boston around midnight, and there were no more going out until 4 am. Happily there was a pizza joint down the street just cranking them out so I picked one up and took it back where Pinnochio and myself tucked into it on the floor of the deserted station.
As we ate, a fair sized Black guy came up and asked if he could join us. I told him to sit in on the feed since we had more than we'd be able to eat. It turned out he was trying out for the Patriots, so the three of us sat there talking football for a few minutes when a stoner shows up and asks for some pizza.
We made room and just sat there, the four of us talking about whatever came to mind.
Finally the pizza was gone and I decided it was time we hit the combat zone so I could point out hookers to Pinocchio.(he asked what a hooker was)
For the next couple of hours we toured the red light district, then went back to the bus station where we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
Pinnochia, I saw to Portland where he had all kinds of stories to tell the people picking him up.
I wish you were my Big Brother when I was growing up.
...
Unless you are skipping over some more messy details...
This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
In 2006, I was on the Californian Zephyr (Amtrak train which runs from Chicago to San Fransisco) and needed to go to the toilet. Outisde the loos, there was a huge great queue of Amish women. Not wanting to wait on the stairs (Amtrak trains are double decker), I said, "I'm not jumping ahead of you, I just going to wait over here where there's more room". Amish women smile and nod. After standing there for a minute or so, I notice that one of the toilets reads vacant. "Hey, this one's free if you're waiting," I called over to them. Amish women smile and nod. "None of you are waiting then?" I continued desperately seeking more clarity. Amish women smile and nod. "So you don't mind if I use it?" Amish women smile and nod. Shrugging in exasperation I open the door and...
...find a little old Amish woman sitting on the toilet. She neither smiles or nods. "Oh bollocks, sorry!" I gasp and slam the door shut again. I turn and see the others looking at me in abject horror. I stand there red faced and a few minutes later, the toilet door opens and the old woman exits and says to me wryly, "I guess the toilet lock wasn't working so well." I grin apologetically and shuffle past her into the cubicle. The toilet lock works fine. Stupid woman.
I'm half tempted to tell my story about the encounter I had with a prostitue in old San Juan.
That one will have you rolling on the floor with what happened.
I spent a full summer approaching random old people to ask them what they though was the most important advice they could give me. There were only a few who didn't talk about their grand kids. It made me very sad :/
@Relapse: They seemed so detached from everything except their family. If I asked what they were passionate about, that's the only answer I got. It just seemed like their wasn't any ambition, like it had just died. Maybe I'm wrong, instead it morphed into something else, but I got damn depressed and had to stop asking all together.
Depending on how their family treats them it can be real sad like you said, or the fulfilment and justification for their life.
I've seen some extremely sad things when a family just dumps their older members off at the care center and forget about them.
On the other hand I've seen families that are tighter than tight and keep the parents, grandparents, etc. in the thick of things as much as they can.
As a father, I find myself talking more and more of my children in preference to other things I've done or have going on in my life simply because they are the reason I do a lot of things.
Come around and talk to me in about twenty years and we can brag to each other about our kids and grandkids!
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"...he could never understand the sense of a contest in which the two adversaries agreed upon the rules." Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Albatross wrote:@JEB - Ah, the wisdom of the elderly - I think he's on to something there.
I remember being in a pub in Norf London, waiting to play a gig at Highbury Garage (not an actual garage), when an old chap started muttering something next to me. I couldn't quite make it out, but it sounded like it was about 'the war' so I tryed to politely pay attention. He then turned to me and said: ".... but you wouldn't understand, because you're Polish".
I'm not Polish.
ahahahahaha an excellent conribution for fmylife.com i reckon
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