This ever happen to you? You have a story to tell, that while it is absolutely 100% true, the details are so outrageous, that people think you are adding to the tale to make it more interesting or something.
I have two such stories and would love to hear yours. Here is my first one and I’ll tell my second one later if the thread gains traction.
We once had a cat that was darn near feral. He lived in our home. He was mean. Grown men with long painting sticks in their hands were afraid of him.
He started to act kind of ill and I was afraid he had licked up some antifreeze, so I called a local vet that I’d never used before for an emergency appointment. When I walked in with my booger butt (yes, that was his nickname), he began to get very agitated because there were three very large dogs that had free roam of this office.
I can’t remember the breed, but they were big and not confined in anyway. I had my cat in a case though, so I wasn’t too concerned.
So as I’m checking in, the girl at the counter tells me that the dogs belong to the vet and they won’t bite. Suddenly, I hear a loud noise like a door banging open and then this woman walks out and she is yelling and cussing and carrying on. She did make brief eye contact with me. My presence did not slow her down.
She is talking to another girl behind the counter and saying things like: “how many fucking times do I have to tell you not to do the fucking paperwork like that”…stuff like that. It only lasted about 30 seconds or so, but it was ugly. Then the angry lady went into another room.
The girl I was talking to told me that the woman was the vet and that’s just how she is. Eeek, I was scared, but needed to be sure my cat wasn’t deathly ill. So I went in to the room and actually the vet was pretty decent. She sprayed something that calmed him down and then had me transfer him to her case.
The next day, I get a call to come get the cat who is apparently fine. The dogs are still roaming around at will. This makes it impossible for me to get my cat out of her case and into mine. I tried for 15 minutes, then I asked for help. The vet told me it way my fucking cat and my fucking problem. I could barely speak.
The receptionist then tentatively suggested I use their case and return it after I get the cat home. The vet responds that I can only do that with a fifty dollar payment.
I told her to fuck off. Took my cat in her case and walked out. I did return the case, but the vet was nowhere to be seen.
People think I’m using hyperbole when I tell this story, but I’m not. I fucking promise.
So how about you? Got an outrageous but true story you’d like to share. I’d enjoy reading them.
