What is the worst thing that would have happened to you if you hadn’t left it alone and instead acted upon it.
I was invited to hang out with some friends of mine one night and I neglected too. I wanted to see them all, but I was too tired so I made up an excuse and said I was sorry. The next day they were in the paper because they had been arrested throwing eggs at my work and running a stop sign. Whew, dodged a bullet there :DI used to work in lower Manhattan, taking the Path train from Hoboken, NJ to the World Trade Center every morning during rush hour. I gave notice on Friday, August 24, 2001, and my last day was 9/7/01.
Four days later, I was extremely grateful I left that job.
Damn, that’s the thread winner. :eek: Who could top that?
McNew wins. :eek:
I don’t have a personal near-experience to match McNew’s, but my sister had a ticket to a flight she’s still grateful to have missed.
Wow- two posts in and I won? Sorry to put the kibosh on the thread so early, y’all.
Keep 'em coming anyway.
There’s a poster around here who’s told a couple of times about having intended to spend the night at a friends house, and his friends were killed that night.
I just wish I could remember more details than that, and who told it.
It’s kind of a reach, but there was a large earthquake that struck in Los Angeles about two days after I moved away, and if I had been at my mom’s house, where I was living immediately prior to moving, I may have had something large and heavy dropped on my head as I slept. I can’t remember what it was, a stereo or something, that landed on the head of what had been my bed.
I used to live on Krypton, see…
Daniel
That’s **Mr Bus Guy’s ** post from this thread.
My mother and I went to the Big Island of Hawaii to visit my father’s (her husband’s)grave. We fly annually from Oahu. Although we sometimes visit for two days, this time we visited just for a day, a Saturday, too short to visit all our relatives. We told ourselves, “Next year, we will take the whole weekend”. The next day was the Earthquake That Sucked.
Man McNew you took that cake. Also, not too bad for the guy that skipped the axe. Any others?
:eek: I think the axe murder story takes the cake. McNew’s story is pretty good too.
Here’s my “could’ve happened” story:
When I was 12-13 I was invited to go to the amusement park with some friends. I don’t remember the reason why, but I didn’t go.
That left my friends with an odd number of people in the group. When they got in line for the rollercoaster, they let a couple people cut in line so they’d all be on the same cart.
The roller coaster malfunctioned and 2 carts went flying off the track. 7 people died, including the 2 that stepped ahead of my friends in line.
man, if you had gone, who would be posting above me?!?! A Fricking ghost, thats who. Good story. My seems crappy now 
I spent summer last year in the UK. I had my trip all planned out - arrive in London, stay a day, take a train from King’s Cross to York in the morning the next day. Unfortunately I was a bit late in making reservations, and the day I’d planned to fly into London was all booked. I had to push everything back by one day. So I ended up flying on the evening of the day I’d originally decided to take the morning train from King’s Cross to York.
When I got off the plane, my aunt was there to meet me. She wordlessly handed over a newspaper article that told me how King’s Cross station had been bombed that very morning.
My father was booked on the US Airways flight that crashed in the 90s. He took vacation at the last minute to help my mom for a religious holiday (it occurred sometime around Ganesh Chaturti that year).
When I was in high school 12 of us went for a weekend winter hiking trip. We planed to snowshoe up this mountain, find a place to pitch the tents then explore a bit and hike down the next day.
We only made it about 1/2 way up the first day and 6 of us decided to just explore near the camp while the other 6 went to summit the mountain. I wanted to go up but my two close friends wanted to stay so I stayed with them.
Well in came the blizzard, and the 6 that went up didn’t come down.
Until the next day when search and rescue found them. 
Man the rummors that were running around school the next day were great!
In fifth or sixth grade, I skipped out on the annual Wooleybear (don’t ask) Festival in Northern Ohio. My friend instead went with her older brother and his wife. They were all sitting on a curb watching the Wooleybear Parade when an out-of-control shriner (yes, shriner) crashed right into the crowd. The impact snapped my friend’s femur, broke her brother’s arm, launched some baby into a brick wall, and caused other chaos I can’t recall. The bright side was that the baby was fine and my friend got to be the Grand Marshall of the Wooleybear Festival the following year. Ta da!
A friend/cow-orker of mine was on a US Airways* flight that crashed into a smaller plane in LA in the early 90s. She survived, but most of the people around her didn’t. They weren’t killed by the crash, but the fumes and fire resulting from the crash. She got off because she remembered which way the emergency exits were. Since then I always make a note of where the doors are and don’t just ignore that talk they give at the beginning of the flight we all have memorized.
*I’m fairly sure that US Airways had more than one mishap in the 1990s, so it probably wasn’t the same flight.
Hey, McNew won, buy you made me laugh out loud…at work.