… has an Erdos number of 2. I also met him on a number of occasions.
. . . was born asleep.
Treated a sitting Supreme Court Justice in the ER.
Not quite the only one on this one. He’s dead now so I suppose it wouldn’t matter if I named him, but I won’t. He died on 23 Jan, 2000, about a month after I met the man who would later become my (now ex-) husband. He was very sweet but I already had a crush on the other guy.
I fail to see what’s so impressive about almost getting caught ;). My friends and I got away clean (from that at least).
As for me
- who is planning to dig up buried treasure at an abandoned fort next week (reminds me, i have to buy a shovel)
- who has shown up to work, at an office job, in a kilt. No, not Halloween.
Do tell! What plane? Civil or general aviation (or military)? Must. read. accident. report…!
throws my silverware loose in a drawer with no organizer
uses the dishwasher to store dirty dishes, but washes them all by hand
sprinkles salt with my fingers from a dish instead of using a saltshaker
uses same-digits when setting cook times on the microwave, e.g. :33, 1:11, 2:22, etc.
I was little, about 7. It was a small 2-seater plane, another neighborhood girl’s grandfather and his buddy. I’ve always assumed they crashed shortly before landing (rather than after taking off) because they flew over my house first and had to be heading toward the airport in order to crash into the house they DID hit. I remembering hearing it coming and thinking “That doesn’t sound right.” right before the crash. It was too loud.
Nobody was home in that house, so just the two of them died.
I don’t know what an earthquake is like since, aside from <2 years in TX not long after I was born, I’ve lived in MN my entire life. Even so, I’ve always compared the effect of the plane’s impact with the ground on my house to an earthquake; dishes rattled in the cupboards, pictures came off the wall, etc. It was surreal. The fire was impossibly hot and I remember thinking it looked like day even though it was after my bedtime.
Clean up took a while, I suppose because when you clean up a plane crash you’re investigating it at the same time. They found parts of the plane in the Dairy Queen parking lot which you could see almost directly west of the crash site but was far enough away (and there was plenty of stuff between the two landmarks) that I wonder if that stuff didn’t come off while the plane was still in the air. I don’t think it would have bounced over there on impact without hitting something to stop it, but who knows?
Anyway, it was an experience. Can you imagine getting a phone call at work telling you a PLANE crashed into your HOUSE though?
Crazy.
I bet a lot of people do this. I do.
Oh, more crazy shit from my childhood: I must be the only person here who has ever directed traffic around a shoot-out with police occurring fewer than 2 blocks away.
…was punched by Jessie the body Ventura.
…gave Sharon Stone a pat-down.
. . . played bagpipes on the top of Half Dome in Yosemite
. . . was treated to lunch in Paris by Olivia de Havilland
I do both of these.
Oh dear. I forgot the worst one of all.
I bet I’m the only person here who fixed up a couple who consisted of a bipolar man and a woman whose father committed a notorious string of murders while manic after going off his bipolar meds. :smack:
It did not turn out well.
I was unaware of her past at the time and after she found out my dear friend was bipolar she freaked out and another friend filled me in on her dad’s history.
To this day I don’t think anyone has ever convinced her all people with bipolar disorder are not homicidal maniacs. 
Oh, for some reason your post reminded me of this one:
I once inadvertently told the following joke to a man I had only just met about an hour before.
Q: What’s the opposite of Christopher Reeve?
In my defense, we were all exchanging inappropriate (racist, sexist, dead baby, etc.) jokes, so this fit in. The problem? He had been fairly recently (within a few years of this incident) paralyzed from the chest down in… a motorcycle accident, maybe? Anyway…
So they’re all like “What? What’s the opposite of Christopher Reeve?” and I, finally remembering the guy is in a damn WHEELCHAIR, am mortified and so was just like…
“Christopher Walken…”
I felt like such an asshole but the guy laughed and thought it was hilarious.
So… yeah. I’m probably the only person who has accidentally told a “cripple joke” to a paraplegic. :rolleyes:
I’m probably the only one here whose dad was married nine times, twice to my biological mother.
I’ve had sex with four other people who have posted here at one time or another.
Yeah, but you’re not going to give us names, are you? 
A gentleman never bonks and tells.
And neither to do I.
Okay, tell us the ones you’ve kissed.
Well, sure: there’s … hey, you almost got me with that one!
yikes. You and I…should never ever go out drinking together.