Somewhat similarly, I bet I’m the only person who read the last book of the Chronicles of Narnia, saw the stuff about Tash, and freaked out thinking it was occult book of some sort, and so didn’t finish it.
What? I was a little kid, and I was already nervous since I had snuck into the back of the church library. And the books weren’t on the shelves, so I thought they must’ve been taboo.
I got a VW Beetle stuck in a tree, all four wheels off the ground. Maybe not unique in all the world, but, hopefully rare.
Several years ago in LA, one morning, shambling down the street after a wild night, I saw a dude with an older lady and his wife or sister. I could have sworn that the dude had cock blocked me the night before. So I just cold cocked him right in the mouth as I walked by. Didn’t stop, just kept on walking. After thinking about it, I’m not sure it was really the same guy.
I had the rare opportunity to ride on Air Force One with Ronald Reagan. While we were taking off from Edwards Air Force Base, I was looking out the window, and there in the grass just over the fence is a dude, trying to jerk his pants down and tripping all over himself. No one else on the plane saw it. I mentioned it to one of the secret service agents, because I was worried the guy was trying to sexually assault the friend he was with.
The temple was wedged between two row houses on a residential block. It’s laid out like a square, with small U-shapes passage way surrounding a central pillar, which I assume you are supposed to walk around. There were locked gates at both entrances to the passage.
I probably technically circled the block, but I’m not sure that counts. On the plus side, the temple was decorated with unusual images, most notably a woman leading an anatomically correct naked guy by a leash and collar.
I’ve sung a rousing chorus of I’m a little teapot in a sweat lodge with a bunch of random Māori guys.
Each of them also sung it with a bunch of Māori guys, plus a slightly bewildered English girl, so it’s certainly not unique, but possibly so on the boards.
No-one did the actions, sadly.
I also once got picked up hitch-hiking 3 times in one day by the same guy.
Tigers don’t call it kissing… they call it a taste test.
I was trapped on Española (an uninhabited island at the southern edge of the Galápagos chain) by a bull sea lion who’d taken a liking to our launch and refused to let anybody else on board until he was good and finished with it.
What about the whole “fruit and sawdust” episode? Also you?
I had a conversation with Truman Capote, without knowing who he was.
It was my one and only time in Studio 54; my then-bf took me. So I was in the line for the men’s room and this guy in front of me started talking with me, and I had no idea he was anyone special. It wasn’t until afterward that my then-bf asked me what I was talking about with Truman Capote.
I did that with a Chevy Chevette, back around 1986. Right behind a campus police station at the local college.
It wasn’t my car.
A cop and a couple of other guys helped me pull the prank.
That cop is now the county coroner and a minister in the Primitive Baptist Church. One of the other pranksters is a city councilman. The other is a newspaper editor.
The prank-ee was a bit miffed that the nice young officer wouldn’t take a report on a car that had apparently been stolen from right outside the campus police department. The nice young officer is a terrible accomplice, BTW, but I could clean him out at poker if he ever took a notion to play - he’s the least successful liar ever. I don’t know how he’s held elected office with that sort of handicap. But at least he helped J find his stupid car and retrieve it from the tree!
I got hit in the head by a discus once.
To be fair, it was a wounded duck throw by a 7th grader (I was in 8th), and I actually had time to see it and try to duck (he shouldn’t have been throwing while we were shagging the discs), so it just sort of smacked me with the flat part of the discus right on the back of my head. Had it been a real throw by one of my 8th grade teammates that hit end-on, I’m guessing it would have been at least a solid concussion, if not some kind of skull fracture. As it was, it still hit me hard enough to knock me off balance to land face-first in the dirt.
I’ll give it a shot:
I was bitten on the tongue by an ant. I was in the military and we were on a field exercise. I had brought some beef jerky and had it stuffed in my ammo pouch. After setting our gear down on a break, I picked it back up, grabbed a piece of jerky and bit off a hunk. It bit back. I spat it out and looked at the remaining piece, which was swarming with ants, as was the entire contents of the ammo pouch.
My wife and I capsized a small sailboat on Lake Victoria, home to large numbers of crocs and hippos.
I’m willing to bet that nobody else on this board has landed on a runway inside of an extinct volcano. Except perhaps Colibri, cuz that dude has done all manner of odd shit.
Was charged by an elephant and chased by a really pissed off cow moose. You may have had one of those things happen to you, but both?
OH… I forgot… I was chased by a moose cow as well on Isle Royale… at night when I crossed paths with her calves. I couldn’t see anything and just stepped right in front. She snorted and turned faster than I would’ve ever expected. I ended up only taking a few steps before diving into the brush…
Later on the same trip we were charged by (I’m assuming) a different cow while canoeing…
As a former lonely person desperate for human contact I am very well-versed in Omegle, and this is a really cool thing to hear.
I met a couple neat people and had some pretty cool friends (one of which I still have and, ironically, am talking to as I type this) but to meet a wife? Awesome. Congrats
I was going to say that I’m pretty sure I have nothing to contribute to this thread, but this post from Chefguy reminded me that I do: I think I’m unique (at least on this board, I hope) in having had a leech in my eye.
It was after a rainforest walk in Kerala, and I thought I’d flicked this annoying leech off my hand just before I went to brush some sweat out of my eyes, but I hadn’t, and the leech somehow ended up under my lower eyelid. I could feel it wriggling around, which is a distinctly unpleasant experience. Thankfully, the little buggers have a strong aversion to salt, so it wasn’t trying to bite me, just to get out. Took several minutes and two people armed with tweezers before it was finally removed, and all the time I was having visions of it crawling behind my eyeball and into my brain.
I’ve had brain surgery, twice. It was after being misdiagnosed by three general practitioners, two Ear, Nose and Throat teams and two Emergency doctors. As well as removing a large abscess I think they also took some sense of humor and trust.
I too have attended a movie in a basically empty theater.
I was with an audience of 5 watching Al Pacino’s “Looking for Richard”. At some point I realized I was the only person awake and who stayed awake through the whole movie.
This may not be a large enough sample size, but there may be a possibility that I am the only person alive (other than the cast) who has seen the entire movie.
So, um, yesterday I took three quarters out of my pants pockets and thought it was amusing they were a 1971, a 1972, and a 1973 - more odd because I got them in change from two different vending machines serviced by two different companies.
So…weird.
I was the first white guy to show up in a couple of different places in Tibet in the 1980s. It took a lot more effort to get to places where I was the first Caucasian/foreigner that the locals had ever encountered than I thought it would. We’re talking weeks of travel. The world is a well traveled place, and those out to see the world, often on a shoestring budget, get to a lot of nooks and crannies in the world.