Not a bachelorette party, but, Halloween parties are generally that way. The worst one I went to had two teens in their Dad’s cop uniforms as their costumes (no badges or gun belts, thank goodness) and the kids had a great time telling us we were just wearing costumes, too.
How about a booze-soaked teenage party with wall-to-wall kids in a streamer-festooned room, doing the pogo dance in unison?
Amazing how those kids, in the half hour after their parents say “We’re going out, NO parties!”, can transform a generic suburban home into a Euro-Trendy nightclub, complete with DJ, a dozen huge speakers, and a full lighting setup in multiple rooms.
I lived for many years in Bloomington, Indiana, and I have been to Gary. Neither has “a very large police force, many parks, extravagant city hall facilities, and even luxurious offices for their what would normally be unpaid [elected, and very part-time] city council.”
Food getting stuck in a vending machine, which often is the last straw, causing the hungry person to bang on the machine, and then breakdown crying next to it.
In real life food does occasionally get stuck in vending machines, but shows would have us believe it happens nearly every time the machine is used. If vending machines were really that bad, then nobody would use them.
The only time vending machines do work is when you’re going to offer somebody chips later, so you can get their prints off the bag.
Or some office nemesis adds insult to injury by fixing it with his Fonzie powers.
Older vending machines were much worse about this than modern ones. The old ones would just rotate the screw thingies some set amount, and just assume the food fell. Newer ones seem like they must have some sort of sensor that detects whether the item actually fell, and rotates the screw thing a bit more if it hasn’t.
Yeah, they were genuinely worse back in the day. I still kind of hesitate to use them, because I’ve had to shake my bag of chips out of them enough that I don’t relish the prospect of doing it again.
I’ve used my share of the older machines. And my strength to release the reluctant snack food. Which apparently used to be risky.
In medical school, not so recently, we were taught that two surprising things fall on people. Pop and chip snack machines, from aggressive people disappointed at not receiving their due, and television sets - pulled down from on high by curious toddlers. Flatter and light screens have reduced this risk. I never saw someone crushed obtaining snacks. I did see a few young children attacked by old and heavy television sets.
Or the nerdy co-worker walks by a few seconds later and buys an item and gets two instead: “Score!”
Just saw this on an old episode of Hawaii 5-0
Disposable Person A suspects Obvious Shifty Person B is not who they say they are. So Person A for some reason does not tell his suspicions to anyone else, instead they decide best course of action is to confront Person B alone just the two of them and unveil their true identity. So of course Person B just kills Person A to preserve their identity and no one else is the wiser.
Who knows how often that happens in real life? After all, no one would be the wiser!
“So you think I’m really Josh’s dad, and I faked my death to get revenge on that woman who was killed? Who have you told?”
“Well, duh… no one! I thought I’d meet you at this abandoned lighthouse to confront you before I called the cops or even my friends. I mean, that only makes sense, righhhhhhhh…” (strangled corpse gets chucked out of lighthouse into angry sea).
Nowadays the focus seems to be on tall shelves and stoves. Both are being sold with anchors to screw into the wall to keep them from being toppled, the latter from toddlers climbing onto an open oven door.
There was a website for a while by a crusading mother determined to see that every soda machine in the US was bolted to the floor, so no one else would die senselessly, like her son did, trying to shake a soda out of a machine.
I tracked down the original incident-- honestly, because the site was so maudlin, I thought it might be a hoax. Anyway, it turned out her son was not the victim of a faulty dispensing mechanism. He was trying to shake a free soda out of it-- something he’d apparently done before.
Probably preceded by the words “Hey, guys, watch this!”
TV shows where just anyone can go into a main character’s workplace. I’m watching “Silent Witness”, a sort of Brit version of CSI. The father just seems to be able to Waltz into the character’s police station, and forensics lab any time he feels like it.
I enjoy the show but this one aspect is destroying its believability for me.
In 12 post-university workplaces, only one would have allowed this, and it had nowhere near any security implications that one would find in a police station. Like WTF FFS!
This! And police officers maintaining a cordon around a crime scene (or a patient in a hospital) are invariably crappy at their job. The victim’s parents always charge right through the cordon and literally pick up the victim’s body before forensics even has a chance to do their work. And the parents/BF/GF/cousins are continuously yelling, “We have the RIGHT to do this!!”
Also, the first rule of interviewing witnesses is to separate them. No investigator gathers the entire family to ask questions about the victim or the sequence of events.
In older movies, especially Westerns, the male lead will be shaving in front of a mirror and at some point stop, wipe the remaining soap off his face, and put on his shirt.
If I stopped shaving halfway through the procedure, I’d have islands of whiskers sprouting all over my face. Just once, I’d like to hear an actor say "‘Scuse me, Sheriff, but did you shave this mornin’?
Not a good thing but there are tons of video out there of people dying from being shot. Hollywood never gets it right. Seeing how the body really reacts to severe head trauma or sudden blood loss would look completely unnatural because we are conditioned by Hollywood how it looks.
I just saw a short clip from SCU. A process server hands a couple cops a subpoena and with great self-satisfaction and a smirk says “You have been served!” Well for one there are no magic words you have to say. I’m sure there may be some private citizens that are difficult to serve. But a cop? You know where and when they will be at work. Appearing in court is a routine part of the job. It’s a simple transaction with no gotcha.
If I kept having corpses chucked at me I’d be angry too!