Ok, this isn’t weird per se, but it’s the most hysterically funny thing I’ve heard/seen this week, much less in a long time. I am going to cry just thinking about it.
On Something Awful’s Weekend Web (the page is blocked so I cannot link), the website features Yahoo Answers – basically stupid questions and the stupid people who asked them.
breathes
Ok:
This is awesome on so many levels I don’t even know where to begin.
Octogenarian hippies with a wicked case of the munchies?
so … is there a color to set your background to so the monitor acts like a mirror?
It’s not this week, but with regard to pantslessness in NYC:
Several years ago, shortly before the GilaBoy and I got engaged, we were visiting friends for the Sabbath who lived on the Upper West Side. It was a lovely April day, and in the afternoon, the whole group took a walk through Central Park, ending up at a synagogue on the East Side for afternoon services. After the Sabbath was over, we headed back to the West Side to change out of our Sabbath clothing and get on with our plans for the evening. As we’re walking on the path around the reservoir in the middle of the park, GilaBoy’s friend and former roommate says to him, “I bet you [a large amount of money] that you won’t go swimming in there.” (I remain convinced that this was a graceful way of walking away from a bet that GilaBoy had lost for the same amount of money to this same friend recently.) When GilaBoy realized that the guy meant it, he began to strip out of his Shabbos suit, handing me everything but his boxers, which he kept on. He then jumped the fence, waded in (it was maybe fifty-five degrees out at this point, and the water was still cold from the winter), and indeed swam in the goose-poop-filled reservoir. After climbing back over the fence, he put on some of his clothing, but he declined to don his pants for fear of ruining the crease by getting them wet. So he walked back to their apartment in a white button-down shirt, tie, suitjacket, black socks, formal shoes, soaking wet boxers, and the pink wooly hat I’d taken along for myself in case it got cold. I was left to carry his suitpants and tzitzis; I lagged behind a bit, in the hopes that nobody would notice me and assume we knew each other.
He’s immensely proud of this story. We have a picture of the two of us, taken right after we got back, displayed in our living room.
But the friend did pay up.
About halfway along my commute, the road runs through a small village where the largest business is a maker and seller of aluminum and wooden sheds. They have a marquee sign out front, of the type churches usually have, where you can slide the letters in. They normally have little phrases on this sign, words of wisdom such as, “Your children learn more from what you do than what you say.” Stuff like that, or religious sayings.
Today, the sign says, “ARE YOU READY TO DIE?”
No explanation, no attribution. Nothing else. Freaked me right the hell out. I was on edge the rest of the drive. Kept waiting for someone to cross the center line and take me out or something.
Driving home from work this afternoon, I saw a man run across a four lane highway with a jogging stroller. I thought it was a bit odd to dodge heavy traffic with a toddler in tow. As I passed him on the sidewalk, I could see through the mesh of the stroller and it wasn’t a toddler … it was a dog.
I thought it strange, but maybe it’s not out of the ordinary.
Um… black?
Warning: Sad
On Saturday we had some people sign over their sick two month old puppy because they could not afford to care for it. It was pale, recumbent, painful and struggling to breathe. We started treatment but it died within 15 minutes of arrival. The doctor opened it up to see if we could find the cause of death. It’s chest was full of blood and it had what looked like a hemorrhagic mass above it’s heart. The vet was perplexed. It could have been the thymus but it was quite large and hemorrhagic. We considered the possibility of trauma but there was no other evidence of injuries. We were going off shift so the next shift made some slides and later told me they saw mast cells. There is such as thing as a mast cell tumor but again this was a 2 month old puppy so it’s very weird to see tumors in one so young.
At least we learned that we would not have been able to save that puppy.
Long retired teacher posting. This week on television I saw that one of my former inner-city students from the 1970s has such a successful and award-winning small business that he was honored at the White House this year. And he makes it a point to hire “second chance” employees! This has absolutely made my Thanksgiving!!
You should’ve put it on eBay.
[Zoe, that’s a great story! You must be tickled.]
Weirdest thing this week had to be painted cats.
Thank God I found the Snopes page!
The weirdest thing I’ve seen this week, is something I saw one minute ago.
Based on your initial description of the restaurant, my first thought is that they wanted to get out before the waitstaff saw that they didn’t leave a tip.
I saw my garage fully engulfed in flames at 5am on Sunday.
That is truly weird.
A lot of restaurants in this neck of the woods work here, I guess because payment by Interac is so popular, and you need to come to the register because the machine is there and you have to put your PIN in.
On the sidewalk last week, there was a sneaker filled with dirt.
It looked like it had been buried.