I flipped a coin between MPSIMS and IMHO, and IMHO lost.
Have you been doing something, say driving home from work minding your own business, and saw something that struck you as completely odd and/or funny?
Yesterday, nearing the end of a long commute home after a long day, I spotted a pickup truck coming the other way, moving slowly on the shoulder of the road. As I passed it, I saw a beautiful chestnut horse tied to the trailer hitch, following at a slow trot…
I would have loved to hear that story.
The other example was one where I was the doer, not the observer. My old house in Indiana was gutted following a disaster, and we took the opportunity to add a little bit of remodeling to the work order for the construction crew. They took out the toilets in both bathrooms to do plumbing and lay new vinyl on the floor, and the fixtures themselves were in need of very intensive cleaning. I loaded them up in the back of my truck, and drove them to the nearest DIY car wash for pressure cleaning. The looks from the other patrons were priceless…
Once, a while back, I was driving through a rather upscale neighborhood (not the nicest, but definitely not the ghetto) when I looked out my window and saw a naked black man pissing on a shrub. This was daytime, in a very nice neighborhood, and the man didn’t look scruffy or anything (hard to say that when he’s naked, but you know what I mean) but there he was naked as the day he was born pissing on a shrub like it was perfectly normal. I still giggle when I drive through that neighborhood.
This is old, but the OP forced me to think about it. In the 70’s on my way to work I drove through a part of the county that was almost rural in that there were fields behind the houses that faced the road on both sides, and yet the road also passed through about a block of small businesses. It was called Bakertown back then, may still be, but the rural part is all but gone.
One morning as I passed one of the houses just before the “business section” I saw this translucent plastic laundry bucket that would hold a gallon or two of whatever, sitting beside the mailbox at the edge of the road. Stuffed into the bucket with its hind legs and tail hanging out was a dead dog. I have yet to figure the logic behind that method of disposal, and just let it go as something they meant for the trash collector to handle. Only the bucket stayed there for weeks! And every day the bottom of that bucket kept getting darker and darker.
After about a week, when I told some folks at work about the dog in the bucket, they thought I was nuts, so I persuaded a carload of them to go and see for themselves. The reactions were all over the map, with “Damn!” being the main one.
One morning we were driving by and noticed a grave being dug. Upon closer inspection, the ‘workers’ were a man, a woman, and two young children. I’m assuming it was a family. Yes, they all had shovels.
I work for a woman doing odd jobs and what not.
Now and then she asks me to help her dad(who is a wood cutter) and his cronies.They are pretty much drunk when they get to the site and always have beer with them.
One old fella came along one day(mebbe 65 or so, but looked much older), for the beer, I think,since he just got in the way. 'Bout 2 hours into the day he wanders off about 10 feet or so from the trailer,drops his pants,turns his back to me,squats down and starts taking a dump.
Can’t really describe my reaction but it was a mix between :rolleyes: :mad: :dubious: :smack: and :eek: .
I didn’t expect to see this thread because I came in here to start one because of what I just saw a few hours ago…
I was at the groecery store and a woman was standing in line at the customer service counter. She had to pay for something and she was writing a check. Obviously, standing in the middle of a line while trying to sign a check might be difficult, so she found a surface to write on.
Her teenage daughter’s ample bosom.
That’s right. As I was walking by she was dotting an I (with some authority I might add) just above her daughter’s nipple. The daughter looked unfazed by this chain of events and was just gabbing away with one of her friends.
Once, I was driving down the road in Cordova, TN and saw a girl in a pink bikini riding behind one of those big industrial walk-behind mowers–barefoot.
Another cemetery story: My husband and I were driving through Two Harbors (just north of Duluth along the north shore of Lake Superior), passing the cemetery, when we noticed a man standing among the graves flying a kite.
I often saw odd things when I drove home from work at 3:30 a.m. One night as I started down the large hill that leads to our valley road, I saw coming toward me from the hill on the other side a large building with a deputy’s squad escorting it. It was some sort of a midcentury business with a lot of plate glass windows, and there were lights on inside along with a few chairs and pieces of equipment. I pulled onto the shoulder to let it pass, and off it went, up the hill, into the farmland. You’d think I’d have seen it somewhere in the intervening years, but I haven’t.
One sad and one funny. The sad one was the day I saw a hawk on a fence post, I had stopped for school bus and he was only about 20 feet from me. I noticed something in one claw and it was still alive. I pulled forward a little bit to see what it was and it was a little black and white kitten. Just about that time a couple kids climbed off the bus and the hawk flew off with the kitten.
The other was the time I saw a chicken sitting on top of a mailbox along side a very busy road. It was just sitting there watching the traffic go by.
I used to work in a convenience/liquor/deli shop in Las Vegas. One evening, I rang up a customer, and he unzipped his pants and started taking them down. He had another pair of jeans under the outer ones, and he kept his wallet in the inner jeans. I guess that’s one way to avoid being pickpocketed, but it did give me a start.
Then, of course, there was the guy who’d wander around the store, pants unzipped and Mr. Happy enjoying some fresh air. Mr. Happy was a real demon for fresh air, and the other clerks tipped me off that I should just ignore the fact that this guy was exposing himself, unless of course the cops were around.
Not my story, but my husband’s. Some years back he was coming home from work one day with a friend, riding down the interstate during rush hour. A bit of a distance in front of them, in the other lane, was a pickup truck with a tombstone in it. Of course they started making jokes about the situation. Then traffic shifted and they got close enough to see the tombstone. Husband did a bit of a double take and shouted, “Hey, I know that guy!”
The first was back in the '70s. It was a beautiful, sunny summer day, and I was out on my lunch hour, walking along 42nd Street, by Bryant Park. All of a sudden I felt rain drops. I stopped and looked up at the clear blue sky, as did a few other people around me. There were some hedges separating the sidewalk from the park, so I walked around to the other side of the hedge. Sure enough, a homeless man was asleep on a bench, holding his recently-drained penis in one hand.
Years later, I was working nights in the West 20s, and walked home in the wee hours to my apartment in the East Village. One morning, it was just starting to get light, and I was passing Cooper Union. There, passed out in one of the building’s doorways, was an impeccably groomed very handsome man in a tuxedo. He looked like he could have been a fashion model . . . except that his pants were down around his ankles, and he had a nice-sized erection.
When the weather is nice, I will often take my bag lunch or pick up some fast food and go to a local park to have a nice, relaxing lunch break. I park towards the back of the parking lot so I’m not taking up space that the regular park patrons would want to use. You see the regular variety of people there. SAHMoms taking their children to the playground, sometimes you will see someone flying a kite or hitting some golf balls, or just people taking a walk.
On three different occasions I have seen (the same) vehicle being driven by a woman pull up near me. As soon as the car is parked and the engine shut off, she procedes to lean over and lay her head down on the passengers lap. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. One time the passenger proceeded to speak loudly out the car window to the guy doing some grass trimming, WHILE her head was buried in his crotch.
A few months ago I was out in back of where I work. It’s kind of an alley, but with some nice landscaping and stuff. In the bushes I saw a bird. A HUGE bird. Enormous. I asked someone if he knew what kind of a bird it was, and he didn’t know. Someone else passed by and said it was a hawk. It was strange, because we were standing really close to it and it didn’t get scared off.
All of a sudden it flew straight towards me at lightning speed. It missed me by only a couple of feet. I turned around to see where it was going, and saw a rat the size of a freakin’ elephant scampering away, trying to get to safety.
Walking to my car I saw a large kitten/small cat hiding under a motorcycle. It didn’t look like it was resting or crouching to pounce, but rather trying to get away from something. As I walked past the motorcycle it shifted its position toward me to further decrease its exposure to whatever it was hiding from.
Then I got past the motorcycle and there was this blue jay squawking away at the cat/kitten from a distance of only three feet. I knew some birds aggressively defend their nest but I’ve never seen one chase away a cat so bad it had to hide!
Of course a couple seconds later the cat got fed up and jumped at the bird but the bird flew up to the garage top and kept on squawking.
When I was working at the same place I did in my previous post, I always arrived late enough that I had to park at the very end of the lot. Closer to the building there were cedars or junipers or arbor vitae lining both sides of the main driveway. As I was making my mad dash to get in by 8:00, a mama mockingbird came flying at me from one of them and almost took my head off it came so close, several times. I felt like I was being tested for a Hitchcock movie. I later learned that the bird had a nest in one of those bushes. But I was jittery enough about that experience that I found another route into the building.
After being laid off, I drove from Seattle to Cleveland right down I90. On the way, somewhere around the Rocky Mountains, I drove past a large rack of flashing lights. It was night, and they were visible from a long way. They looked like professional photographer’s flashes, but huge, on a pole 2 or 3 stories high. They flashed once every few seconds, almost bright enough to blind. There was a set on each side of the road, opposite each other. I actually pulled over and stopped to look at them. I still have no idea what they were.
:smack: 
and :eek: .