Well, that was a fun IMDB search … It’s not too surprising your friend hadn’t heard of Brad Pitt when he was filming The Dark Side of the Sun, his first non-bit part non-TV acting role, from what I can tell. The filming was actually done in the summer of 1988, not in the early 90’s, but this has to be it–this is the only film Pitt has been in that had location shots in Kotor that I could find.
Student Driver , I don’t believe a thing you said. I don’t even believe you’re a driver. Or a student. 
I could see the cat beating up the dogs. Depending on the circumstances.
When I was growing up, we had a couple cats, and a couple dogs. One of the dogs would occassionally get out of the pen and run around willy nilly, and if he saw the cat he would run right up and get right in the cat’s face, and freeze. He was a setter, so freezing was his thing, but this was practically taunting the cat. The cat would fuzz up, rear back a paw, then look over at me (or whoever) as I approached to pull the dog under control, and give this expression of “Get this thing out of my face or I’m gonna murderize him.” That was my sister’s cat.
My sister went off to college, and took her cat and her chihuahua with her. She moved in to a garage apartment at some farm not too far from campus. The cat was known for following my sister around. We would occassionally go for walks and find the cat follow us. So one day I go visit my sister, we take a stroll, and as we’re up the road we get a visit from the three friendly neighbor dogs. And as they come up to us to sniff and such, we see the cat coming up behind us. Oh, shit. Well the dogs see the cat, so of course they have to check it out. Cat not happy. Two of the dogs are standing back a bit, but one of them gets right up in her face just like the setter used to do. This time, without batting an eye, she springs up and slams both forepaws on the sides of the dog’s head, dog yelps and jumps back, cat lands. That point I picked up cat and made a timely exit, before cat jumped out of my arms to leave. Dog got a major surprise he did not want a piece of.
Are there dogs that would have reacted differently? Sure. But this dog did this. It was hilarious and scary. I was worried for the cat. She showed me.
When I was a kid we had a Jack Russell Terrier that could do things nobody ever believed when they heard the stories. That dog killed just about every animal that dared cross our yard, no matter what size. Chipmunks, birds, squirrels, raccoons, groundhogs, opossum, you name it.
One thing she would do is chase squirrels up an apple tree. She didn’t climb so much as leap from branch to branch. The tree had a ‘Y’ about 4 feet off the ground that she could jump up into. She could jump darn near 6 feet high. From there she’d leap to another brand and another until she would get about 8 feet up. Of course, she didn’t get the squirrel. People didn’t believe it until I took a picture of her up in that tree.
There was another even more incredible thing that dog did one time that I saw with my own eyes. One summer evening, while it wasn’t completely dark outside, there was a bat fluttering around in the yard. Well, the JRT kept a good eye on that bat for about a minute, and you know how bats are, fluttering unpredictably here and there, before she decided to make her move. She lept up about 5-6 feet and snatched that bat right out of the air. She strutted around the yard proudly with her prize between her teeth.
My German Shepherd used to catch birds as they flew. Just grab 'em right out of the air. They would swoop down from the bird feeder in a low arc and then rise hard to get to their nests. Damn I miss that dog.
Well, my search for a grad school program got put on hold this year because of health issues, so that whole “student” thing will definitely be a lie for a while… 
Wow, cool story. I can’t believe that guy expected you to pay for his jacket. The nerve! Thanks for sharing.
Great thread!
Not my story, but my mother-in-law’s: She was about 16 and was driving home from an Elvis concert with her mother (Nandie) when they got a flat tire. They pulled off to the side of the road to try and fix it and just a few moments later a black car pulls up behind them. Out pop Elvis and his manager who proceed to help fix their flat.
Once it’s done, Elvis dips my mother-in-law, gives her a kiss then turns to Nandie and asks if she wants one, too. She declined, saying she was married. They thank Elvis and part ways.
Mere minutes after getting back on the road Nandie turns to my mother-in-law and shouts, “What did I just do?! I refused a kiss from Elvis!”
True story 
HA!
This reminds me of one that happened to my grandmother. She’d taken my mom and some friends to Indianapolis to see the Beatles at the state fair. She drops them at the concert pavilion and says she’s going to go look at the craft stuff and she’ll meet them after the concert. She goes to cut between two tents and a limo screeches to a halt right in front of her and the Beatles pile out and go rushing past her into the back of one of the tents. One of them said “Hi” to her and when my mom was screaming “WHO WHO?” she said she couldn’t tell them apart so she didn’t know. :smack:
Here is a similar thread from 2003
Ghost story-
My undergraduate degree is in physics and I practice as a chiropractor for 30 years. So I don’t tend to be a New-Age touchy-feely sort prone to playing with crystals and such…
Our home at one time was a barn that burnt down and killed the majority of animals inside it. A house was built on the heavy stone foundation that was all that was left of the barn structure. My bedroom was downstairs. At age 13 I saw a blond girl about the same age standing at the foot of the bed.
At the time I wasn’t scared since I had 5 blond sisters close in age and just figured one of them wanted something. I called out all their names and she just kept standing there so I turned on the light and she vanished. Still convinced it was one of my sisters I went to each of their bedrooms and found them all sound asleep.
A little shakily I slept with the light on for a few days. Chalking it up to a bad dream I forgot about it.
Several years later she appeared again. Same circumstances. No talk, just stared at me & disappeared when the light came on.
This went on once or twice a year for several years and even followed me when I went off to college and got married. The only difference was the frequency of her visits declined to once every couple of years and she only appeared when I was alone in the house.
I chalked it all up to a recurring waking dream (shrug)
Fast forward to age 38. I am happily married with three kids. A friend of mine opens an MRI center and wants me to put on a series of seminars educating older doctors on what an MRI is and how to order studies etc. My friend introduced me to my liaison with the center this girl I’ll call ‘Lynn’.
The moment I laid eyes on Lynn I knew it was her and my eyes bugged out. I felt electricity shoot through my arm when I shook her hand and she looked at me the same way. My friend was obviously taken back by our stunned silence and asked if we had met before. I just looked at her and said, We have to do lunch…just me & you alone right now."
She agreed rather aggressively and we left together for lunch ditching my stunned friend.
Lynn and I talked for several hours over lunch and it turned out she had the exact same experience growing up I did only she saw ME as a ghost visitor! This is what makes the story unbelievable as if it was just me seeing her I would chalk it up to a lookalike. But I know ever curve of my ghosts face and LYNN WAS HER. She said the same about me & her ghostly visitor.
At the time I was happily married and she was living with her fiancee and neither of us were the type to have an affair so put that aside right now. But during lunch we decided we had to get to the bottom of this and agreed to lie to our respective significant others and go away somewhere just us two and sort it out. (remember we had just met.)
The following weekend we headed up to Toronto by train and spent four day at a hotel. Although we had separate rooms she came over wearing a nightshirt and stayed in my room all four days. We talked & aid & sat on the bed but never touched each other the entire time. (we were not there for that).
Never did come to a consensus. She thinks we were incredibly passionate lovers in a previous life or some such. I think that’s as good an explanation as any. (shrugs).
We came home and continued our professional relationship. To this day I have never seen her ghost again.
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I was getting on a plane in Costa Rica to fly back to Dallas. Walking down the aisle I noticed this menacing looking guy behind me. Black leather jacket, baseball cap, head down, and wearing dark glasses. I sat down in the aisle seat in my row. He asked if he could sit there to be near his wife and child across the aisle. His voice was quiet but tense. I said sure and moved to the window seat.
Some friends I was traveling with were in various nearby seats. It seems attention was being focussed on him from the other seats. I was nervous but more puzzled and glanced behind. A friend in the next row was mouthing something to me and pointing surreptitiously at him. After conversations settled down a bit and he was just reading a magazine I decided to see what the fuss was about. I stuck up general conversation with, “Hi, I’m Corner Case.” He offered his hand and said quetly, “Hello, I’m Jean-Claude.” “Van Damme?”, I said as it suddenly occurred to me hearing his accent. “Oh, I love your movies. But I know you must get bothered a lot by people, so I’ll leave you to enjoy your flight in peace.”
He went on to read and chat with his family. After awhile, that settled down. Then he turned to me and stuck up a conversation. Weather problems in the states had messed up flights and he had to grab coach on any plane just to get to Texas. He was going to Waxahachie to film “Universal Soldier: The Return” in the site of the cancelled super collider. We talked about family and kids. He was saying that family was very important and to spend as much time as you can with your wife and kids*.
After the flight, my wife met me and I got to introduce him to her. She doesn’t watch movies much and had no idea who he was.
[sub]* In retrospect, this was when he remarried his current wife and restarted his career.[/sub]
I’ve got one of these. I saved a baby with no one around to appreciate my heroism (and why would anyone save a baby just because it was the right thing to do?).
I’m at the metro station in DC. This random woman is trying to get a baby in a stroller onto the train when the train doors automatically close on the stroller. The doors on the DC metro are supposed to pop right back open if there is something obstructing them. For whatever reason, they didn’t this time, and the stroller, with the baby in it, was wedged in them. I sprang into action, and with a great deal of effort was able to pry the stroller free just as the train started to move. I pushed the stroller into the train; I was left on the platform. The station was fairly empty (I think it was late on a weeknight) and only one complete stranger witnessed my efforts. As we walked up the escalator to exit the station he commented “Wow, you earned some Karma points tonight,” and we went our separate ways. Where’s a soft news journalist with a camera recording when you need one? I sometimes lament that it didn’t happen when I was on a first date with a girl I was trying to impress. But thinking about it makes me feel good about myself, and that’s what really matters. Oh and, you know, that the baby didn’t die.
Oh, I have a great karma tale… swear every word is true.
A long time ago, back in '74 or '75, my family, (wife and two kids), were at Point Defiance, (a park in Tacoma Washington), visiting their great aquarium. One of the neat things they had were open displays of aquatic critters,(frogs, lizards and such), that were enclosed by circular cement walls about three feet high.
As we were walking around, enjoying our visit, I noticed a brat child, (I’d guess between 6-8), bending over one of the displays, trying to catch the wildlife contained. Now, he was bent over enough so his feet were off the ground, and I had two impulses. First, to notify an employee of the blatant infraction of the rules, ( the displays CLEARLY stated, not to mess with the critters). Second, (after I heard the little shits mother say, “They sure are quick, aren’t they?”), to causally walk over and “accidentally” bump the little fucker into the display.
I said… nothing, I did… nothing.
However, as luck would have it, as my family and I were leaving, I was the last to go out the heavy glass doors. I turned around, and saw… the little fucker… RIGHT BEHIND ME…and instead of holding the heavy glass door, I… sorta… let it go, and it bashed the brat a good one, (he held the knot on head, wailed to his Mommy, pointed at me, and I just kept on truckin’!
It was one of the most satisfying, (karma-wise) experiences of my life!
You’ve lived a sad life. To look back thirty five years and see that as one of your life’s highlights . . . what a sad old man.
I’ve lived a great life! It was just an experience that falls into the “too good to be true” category, which started this thread. If you’ve never experienced undisciplined brats, and the unfit parents that allow them to be brats, well, you haven’t been around much.
Maybe you “had to be there”, to really appreciate the experience, and to be honest, I hadn’t thought about it in YEARS, and it was the title of this thread that spurred my memory of it.
If you don’t see the irony and humor of it, I hate to say it, but YOU are the one who is probably destined to live a very sad, sad, life…
Hate to leave this thread on a sour note. Here’s another, more P.C. experience that I remember fondly that perhaps even Koxinga might be able to relate to.
I was living in Las Vegas. My wife and I were with two old high school friends who were on their honeymoon, standing in line in the Stardust, for a show, (Lido Du Pari, or something). Marie, (the bride) called to our attention, that Telly Savalis was shooting craps at one of the nearby tables.
My wife, usually a very shy and introverted type, goes over and gives him a big kiss on the cheek! When she returned, (my friends and I were stunned by her out of character behavior), I asked her, “Did he say anything?” Her reply was, he said, “I love it, baby.”
Not all that, “unbelievable”, or coincidentally amazing, but true.
Phea,
I have a (very well behaved) 6-year-old daughter (so I’m not, y’know, a child-hater in general), and I’m with you on this. I still regret not doing some (bad) things to (badly-behaved) kids.
As to the larger question that Koxinga raises (and it’s a good one, actually), who knows (and can judge) what we look back on and regret/remember? I’ve been happily married for 9 years (and I knew my wife for 5 years before that), but I still regret not hooking up with a particular very hot girl (who was WAY out of my league) when I actually had the chance. But if I look at it in the cold, hard light of day, I can see how my wife might not see it as I do.
I guess I’m trying to say that no-one should be judged for what they feel.
Happy-clappy!
I’ve got two: one happened to me, one I was the bad guy.
First, back '71 I was just out of college and living in a small town north of Bradenton, Fla. Just north of Bradenton, and south of where I lived, was the intersection of US41, which goes around the East side of Tampa Bay, and the Sunshine Skyway, which crosses the Bay from St. Pete.
US41 was a divided 4 lane, but not limited access, and one sunny mid-morning I was waiting to pull out of a 7-11 on the west side of the highway, planning on crossing the southbound lanes to turn left and go north. There wasn’t much traffic, except for this car going south (coming from my left) that just blew past me, must have been doing 85. Just south of me (where the car is headed) the southbound lanes curve right as they’re beginning the intersection with the Sunshine Parkway. That curve is fairly tight, and also fairly highly banked. Well, I’m watching this car as it enters the curve, crosses from the right to the left lane, and then goes over the banking and out of sight to the left of the highway.
I go into Boy Scout mode, and follow him. I cross to the left lane, and go over the banking. At the top I see him, stopped, upright, about 60 yards ahead of me; the area between the lanes of the highway was low, flat, and covered with weeds and grass about 6 inches high. I begin driving to the car, fearing I’d find a driver with coronary arrest or something, none of which I could have done anything about, of course. As I got closer the guy’s arm came out of the window, waving, and when I got out of my car I heard him yelling “I’m OK, I’m OK!” Well, I’d gone that far, so I didn’t stop, and ran up to the guy’s window.
Shirt was unbuttoned. Pants were unzipped. Precious bodily fluids glistening in the sun on his belly button. Yup.
I, too, will have to be persuaded to tell the other story. 
Ok, if that’s the one you CHOSE to tell I’m afraid you MUST tell us the other.
And how would you have felt if it had been one of your family that had been abused by a random stranger? Oh you are a big man for bashing a 6-8 year old kid on the head. Such courage as you “kept on trucking” to avoid the well deserved backlash as well. I wasn’t there to give you the instant karma of a return knot on the head so karma will have to wait. One day when you are a weak old man and still the creep you are today someone big and still young and strong will return the favor.
It should tell you something that the person who understands and agrees with you is the sort of characterless jerk who regrets not cheating on his wife.