So, for today’s feel good friday - let’s share real life stories of funny, bizarre, or gross things that someone you know has done that totally shocked you.
I’ll start!
So, back when I was married, I was cleaning the house and rounding up the countless travel coffee mugs and drinking glasses my husband had accumulated in the bedroom.
As I reached for a lidded travel mug on the floor, he suddenly said, “Oh, I’ll handle that one!”
Surprised at his sudden willingness and burst of energy, I suspiciously asked, “Why?”
He finally confessed that a few nights ago he had been too lazy to get up to go the bathroom . . . . the bathroom that was less than 10 feet away. :smack::smack:
The biggest shocker? He didn’t understand why I threw the mug away rather than just run it through the dishwasher.
My kid once went in the litter box, claiming the bathroom was too far away (same distance).
maybe we’re related by marriage?
I was cleaning my sons room and went to empty his ET trash can and there was something stuck in the bottom of it. I was like what the heck? After a few jolts the brown thing came flying out and it was a petrified toad. It was as hard as a rock but it was definately a frog that had been left in his trash can for months. I screamed. Kids!
omg - i hate toads almost as much as Anya hates bunnies.
My husband’s roommate in college was sitting there chatting with us one night, and he absent-mindedly started chewing on his nails… his toenails.
When we pointed it out he just smiled and shrugged like it was no big thing.
This stories are supposed to make someone feel good? I’m mostly disgusted and shocked lol.
Maybe you can feel good they didn’t happen to you?
Mostly, the point is to make you smile a bit - even when you were like ewww - at least it wasn’t something that made you mad, at least that’s the hope.
OK, I’ll admit I’m probably a bit more protective of my personal space than most other folks, but still:
I was once at a downtown McDonalds (in my PA hometown), when a young man, without a word, sat down across from me and started helping himself to my french fries.
Another time, I was just getting into my car when another young dude gets in on the passenger side and starts into some incomprehensible story about how he had to meet someone somewhere. I had to threaten to call the cops to get him out of there.
Different car, same town. I come out of my apartment one morning and head to my car. A little kid is standing next to it. He turns around, and I note that the lower part of his face is smeared with what looks like mustard. He looks panicked and runs off. When I get to the car, I reach for the door handle and notice it too is smeared with mustard. Yeeks.
A former friend came over and while hanging out, he asks if I have a fingernail clipper. I say yes, and go get it. He takes it and starts clipping his fingernails and just letting the clippings drop onto my carpet. I’m rather shocked and say WTF??? He just looks at me, deer in the headlights like and says “What? Don’t you vacuum?” Yes, yes I do. Not an excuse for you to do that on my floor.
Back in the bad old days about 20+ years ago, I’d have friends of friends come over, smoke some weed and just dump the ashes on my floor and flick seeds all about the room. Same shit. NO WAY I put up with that. And NO, I’m not being a jerk to not accept it.
Once when my boys were little, I walked by their bathroom and caught a strong stench of urine. I cleaned and mopped the bathroom and the smell didn’t go away. I finally noticed that it got stronger when the central heat was running - one or both of them had peed into the floor vent.
Once, when I was very little, I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee so bad I was going to burst. For some reason, I couldn’t find the bedroom door in the dark. I walked around and around and just couldn’t find it. Eventually, I had to go somewhere. All I could find was the vent. Of course, back then, the vent was some magical tunnel to Narnia, so it seemed like the logical thing to do. I don’t think my parents ever found out about that, so maybe it did end up in Narnia, spawning some sort of horrible legend about the slobby Sons of Adam.
I’m amused that most of these stories are about pee.