Sorry I didn’t make it clear, but I was simply pointing out that my wife of 9 years might not be entirely happy to learn that I still have regrets about not hooking up with a particularly hot girl 15 years before I met my wife.
Two friends of mine snubbed Lyndon Johnson in front of the White House.
I was not with them at the time, because I was going to get the car. They said they would walk down to the Treasury Building, and meet me there. (It was the sort of meeting arrangement that makes sense in the club, while you are shouting over the music, and later makes no sense at all.)
I am sitting at the Treasury building, illegally stopped, for a couple of minutes, and my friends jump in the car, laughing hysterically. I pull away, and they tell me to hang a U-turn. (Ok, so admitting I actually did make an illegal U-turn in front of the White House simply acknowledges just how drunk I was. no excuses offered.)
They point excitedly for me, and say “There he goes, back to his house!” and begin again with the hysterical laughter. I see an entourage of guys in suits, going into the gate at the White House. I cannot recognize anyone as I drive by. My friends say, “It was Johnson! Did you see him?” The babbling goes on a bit, and finally I get the gist of it. They were walking by the White House, and the President walked by. (Oddly enough Johnson was known to do such things from time to time.) He said “Howdy boys.” To them, as he walked by. My friends claim to have nearly simultaneously turned their faces away, and walked by without a greeting. They strode on by and walked up to my car sitting in front of the Treasury Building.
They were both extremely proud of themselves. I cannot claim to have any proof that they did what they said, but in the decades since, neither has changed a single element of the tale. They were quite disappointed that I would never substantiate their story to others. But, I didn’t actually even see Johnson, much less the actual snub in progress.
Ah. I see. I had my blood up from having just read you regretted not doing bad things to bad kids. No matter how bad a kid is they do not deserve to be hit with a blunt object in the head. Frankly, I think that should be obvious to any adult and I tend to get a bit serious about it. I would turn in my man card before I let it be done in front of me but here on the net all I can do is point out how messed up it is.
For all any of us know that young mother was too lenient on her kid because he was all she had left of her husband who died in Vietnam. We just don’t know. What we do know is that Phea behaved in an inappropriate manner for an adult and particularly for one with kids of his own. Does he take a bat and knock some knots on thier heads when they misbehave or is it just strangers kids he disciplines with head trauma? All we have to go on is his story and he has admitted what he did there.
My dad punched Danny Thomas while my dad’s merchant ship was in Cairo soon after the WWII ended. I’m a bit foggy on the details (Dad has been gone 11 years now), but apparently Thomas was being something of a douche (liquor may have been involved), and my dad, a no-nonsense type most of the time, would have nothing to do with it, and socked him one and had him thrown off the boat.
Oh I thought of one from when I lived in San Francisco. Like any major metro area if you live there long enough you tend to have a couple “brushes with greatness” as David Letterman used to refer to them.
Anyway, I was working in a horrible horrible job at an insurance company in the financial district with the boss from hell. (I could go on about this guy for hours - I might start a separate thread.) Well, he sends me on this dumb-ass errand (like I don’t have work to do) to bring something to his daughter who works about six blocks away.
So I’m angrily tromping up the street. Stop at a corner to wait for a light to change. When it turns green I start marching across with the rest of the crowd and two guys in front of me just STOP and start pointing and gesturing around. Assuming they’re hick tourists (I can say that having been a hick tourist many times) I’m about to bark “WTF WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU DON’T JUST STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!”
Just as I open my mouth one of the guys turns around and it’s Michael Douglas. Apparently he and the director were trying to block out a shot while they were filming “The Game.”
I’ve always thought he was pretty gruesome, but he’s ok-looking in person.
Oh, your story about Michael Douglas reminds me of a story about him and my mom. It may not fit this thread exactly since I don’t think it’s unbelievable, but it’s too good not to share.
We were living in Denver at the time. My mom was single and she met this guy who was a truck driver. He asked her if she’d like to go with him on his truck all the way out to San Francisco. Well, she’d never been there and had always wanted to go, so she jumped at the chance.
This was back when Michael Douglas was filming The Streets of San Francisco, so I think it was 1974 or 75. Anyway, my mom and her new friend are sight seeing and decide to go to this place in China Town to eat. And in walks Michael Douglas. My mom was super star struck and carried on a little too much about Mr Douglas, so her new friend excused himself and left her there.
In San Francisco.
It’s funny now, but she was stuck there with almost no money and only the clothes she was wearing. She had to wander around the city for a day or two until we could scrape enough bus fare together to send her through Western Union. She fell in love with the city though and that’s why I ended up in California, though not San Francisco. But that’s another story.
not what you’d expect, I find the idea that your single mom would impulsively hop in a truck with a guy going from Denver to San Francisco without any money or preparation or, presumably, notification to you and whatever other friends/family that constitutes the “we” who scraped the bus fare together pretty unbelievable, so yes, I’d say that story belongs here.
Another story I have going back to the eighties. I got home from work one day, and there was a message on my answering machine with a woman calling me by name and cussing me out for engaging in inappropriate behavior with her husband. :eek: To this day, I have no idea who it was or what husband I was supposed to be stealing from her. I wracked my brain trying to think of anyone I could have spent any time with in the previous few months who might have gotten that idea, and never could come up with an answer. Never heard from the woman again, so presumably she discovered she was mistaken.
Met an attractive man who I vaguely recognized from television and he asked me out on a date. I thought surely a member of the U.S. House of Respresentatives would be full of interesting conversation. He took me to the Capital Grille in DC, and was just overly expansive and clearly expecting me to be utterly impressed that we were there - as if it were some sort of private club. He actually didn’t seem all that informed on the issues of the day, it was a little disconcerting.
I was not impressed.
So I get up and go to the ladies room. While I’m in the stall I hear three ladies going on about “Number Nine” clearly a woman for whom they have no respect and who is with a man she has no business being with.
I step out of the stall and they all gasp the words back into their mouths as if they’ve been talking about me. Assuming that they are just afraid I’ll repeat what they’ve said I go on to wash my hands and fix my make-up. Then one of them pointedly sneers at me while her friends nudge and bump her. I’m completely confused now, and turn around to ask. . . wtf?
The tall one behind them with the kind face looks down and at me and gently asks “You do know he’s still married to number eight, right?”
My turn to gasp. I left through a back hall and never spoke to him again.
I don’t think he’s actually been married that many times, but he’s got quite the past for sure.
This reminds me of the story told, (in a thread about reaching to catch a fly baseball and falling out of the stands and dying!), by a grown man about outrunning a 9yr old, at the park, to catch a ball, and how it was a great day for him. Considered it a ‘finer’ moment of his life.
Of course, it takes all kinds to make a world, we shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose.
Proof that people reveal who they really are all the time, you just got to keep your ears and eyes open.
In both cases, those involved felt these were boast worthy actions. Reminds me of people who proudly proclaim, “Yeah, I don’t read.”
I used to live and work at a ski resort in Idaho where a coterie of celebs (or slubs as we called them, with no malice) had second homes or would visit and come to ski. The locals all ignored them because they probably were there to enjoy their privacy.
Anyway, around 1988 or so, I was an IT guy for a client of mine and was returning from a duty call when I happened to get on the elevator alone with Bruce Willis, going down. We were both going to the ground floor and I turned to him and said, "I just loved you in Nine 1/2 Weeks! He busted up laughing and then we both got off and said “See ya” to each other. I was tickled.
This happened yesterday. I was at the fire station (I’m an EMT), and I wanted to practice taking the blood pressure of the people at the station. One of the firefighters told me that there was a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope around the corner that I could use.
I looked around the corner, and could not find a cuff anywhere on the shelves or desk. I was calling out to him, asking where it was, and then saw something that looked like it might be a cuff inside a cabinet. I asked “Oh, is this it?” and opened the cabinet, only to hear an alarm sound. I had opened the cabinet where the AED is stored, which activates an alarm when you open the door.
A few minutes later, the phone rang. The captain picked up the phone and said “Yes, I’m sorry. Our volunteer did that. Would you like to speak with her?” Then he put me on the phone.
A man on the other line asked me if I knew what happens when you open that cabinet. He then explained to me that every time that alarm is activated, they have to send out an engine and a squad car to investigate the matter. He said when the police showed up they would have some paperwork for me to fill out. He also said that they would need to contact my volunteer chief and make him aware of what happened.
I got off the phone, and one of the other firefighters told me how it could have been worse. A guy at a station he used to work at opened the AED cabinet, and was arrested and fined.
So we had a seat, and I practiced taking people’s blood pressures while I waited for the police to come. One guy took mine, and of course it was higher than everyone else’s.
After about twenty minutes, one guy finally said “The cops aren’t coming, by the way. You were talking on the phone with me. The captain told me to go into another room and call you to teach you a lesson.” Apparently all the firefighters were in on the joke. They were just having some fun at my expense!
I can’t hardly type this I’m laughing so hard. It seems I’ve gone from being rude and discourteous, (I failed to hold open a door, for someone who deserved neither courtesy or politeness), to being a full blown sociopath who likes to attack and beat war orphans in the head with a baseball bat. You trolls are trying too hard, really.
I could relate because while I was reading it I was wondering if it’s the job that makes them get mean? A friend of mine (female) is a large animal vet. After she got her business going she became hateful as hell. We were all WTF. Maybe it really isn’t fun to have your arm stuck up to the elbow up some animals ass. :dubious: But really, I could see it and yeah, I think it’s outrageous (and totally unecessary.)
