What was the Strangest Thing that happened to you??

Chuck_Anderson

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What was the Strangest Thing that ever happened to you ??
Mine was this;
I was having a rocky marrage and after a fight I moved in with a good friend of mine for a while. He had an extra bedroom that I could use.
I would work for him in his bar after I got off work, so things worked out well for us. I was tending bar for him when he told me that he was going to go home with a gal that he had met at the bar. As I had my own key it was OK.
I had a back injury and had to take pain pills and sleeping pills every night. I took my med's this night and went to bed. I always slept in the nude at home and here.
I was having the damndest dream. I was being sucked off, I was flat on my back and she was kneeling at the side of the bed and sucking me untill I was as hard as a baseball bat. She then climbed on to the bed, straddled me and placed my cock into her. She rode me untill I had my orgasm. She then got back on her knees beside the bed and started to suck me again. She sucked me for a few minutes and then left the bedroom.
When we were having breakfast Joe asked me to drive the gal to the bus depot on my way to work. Sure I would drive her.
As I was driving to the depot she kept leaning against the car door and smiling at me. We reached the depot she asked me if there was some place that I would like to go. I told her no that I had to go to work. She then said that it was too bad, spread her legs wide, I could see that she was wearing nothing under her skirt, she lifted her skirt and realy showed me her cunt, and got out of the car, with a smile on her face. I drove on to work thinking that I could have gotten laid if I wanted to.
After I got to work, I started to think of the last night. Did I get fucked or was it a dream ???
 
The strangest thing? I had an RPG go off no more than a foot away from my head, it killed the 2 guys closest to me and took another guys arm apart, yet somhow I was left with only a rocked noggin, some minor shrapnell wounds and burns. How I escaped death, I will never know.
 
Called off work.

you may never know if it was a dream but i would have called out of work.

Yeah that would have been a thought, but it was in the mid 60's and no cell phones. Besides I needed the money. Divorce Atty's come high.
Thanks for reading.

Chuck
 
The strangest thing? I had an RPG go off no more than a foot away from my head, it killed the 2 guys closest to me and took another guys arm apart, yet somhow I was left with only a rocked noggin, some minor shrapnell wounds and burns. How I escaped death, I will never know.

you were a lucky man sorry to here that the others lost their lives. if you are not home i pray you come home safely.
 
Frizzle_Fry, you lucky man

The strangest thing? I had an RPG go off no more than a foot away from my head, it killed the 2 guys closest to me and took another guys arm apart, yet somhow I was left with only a rocked noggin, some minor shrapnell wounds and burns. How I escaped death, I will never know.

The Miracles that have happened on the battle field are many. We don't know why, nor do we understand. We can only know that you have been saved for another purpose yet to be revealed. You are being watched over by someone stronger then any man made object.

If you are a gambler now is the time to hit the crap table.

Best wish's for the coming years and thank you for your service.

Chuck.
 
Frizz, I don't think many people can top that one. I know I can't. Closest I've gotten to it was watching a gang shootout happen at the gas station I worked at.
And this one time, on acid...
There's this thing when I trip where whatever subject is being discussed while the nonsense sets in keeps coming back up throughout the trip. Well, this trip took place not too long after the release of that final nail in the coffin of the 90's: "Dude, Where's My Car?" when I started college in Boston. As a way to pass the time until everything started getting into full swing, the 3 others and I walked to the nearby convenience store, our discussion getting steadily less focused in the 2-block excursion. We walked into the cramped little curry-smelling place, giggling inappropriately, saying "dude!" and "sweet!" to each other in hushed tones. I arrived at the freezer section, and while losing a staring match with a scantilly clad pair of Ben and Jerry's pints, it struck me:
Dude, where's my car?
From that point on, I was separated from the pack. I snuck out the door and wandered down the street for the remainder of the night, looking for my car, thoroughly examining every car parked on the side of the street as I walked down. The walk turned more frantic as I was certain my car had been stolen by Ben and Jerry... whoever they were. Fucking Ben, I'm gonna slash that guy when I see him.
You see, living in Boston, you don't need a car to get around, which is good, because while I was in Boston, I did not own a vehicle of any sort. However, for the next 4 hours, this did not stop me.
As the 8th Batallion of God's Great Guitar Army approached me (pretty sure I was walking by the Berklee College of Music at that time), I noticed a large battering ram on wheels heading toward me. I held out my thumb, and my awareness of reality made two comments to me before it completely disappeared for the night:
1. Sean, that's a bus.
B. There's a bus stop 50 feet away.
III. Get the bus pass out of your wallet.

Yes! This is a much better way to look for my car! Instead of running down the street, I can just get on this wooden juggernaut and check out all the cars until I find it. Bad idea. The bus has very bright fluorescent light, which, in combination with the fast passing of headlights at night, sent me into an amazing visual trip for a while where I found my car, resting with Ben and Jerry, Trey Anastasio (I must have been on a Vermont kick), and my sister, floating in sea of shooting stars with my spirit animal... which was a jellyfish. I probably made a complete ass of myself on that bus, but it's not like I'm ever going to see those people again.
I do remember stepping off the bus, but it seemed as bright as day outside, although I know it was nighttime. I had the typical "Hey, God, how are you? Sorry I can't believe in you when I'm of sound mind, but you really do exist outside the realm of logic and reason, which is exactly why I believe in you right now" conversation with myself when I stepped into a large corridor that made me think it was the road to hell, lined with an endless amount of parked semi-trailers. I got a sudden sinking feeling. God kept telling me to go away, I don't belong here. "What are you doing here? I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
It's a horrible feeling being shunted by God, but it's an even worse feeling being addressed by a security guard on a golf cart in the middle of a distribution center in the middle of the night, in a place you don't recognize. In a matter of 4 seconds, I completely pulled out of the trip and I there I was, staring at a perplexed, yet justifiably irritated person telling me he was about to get me arrested for tresspassing. I stared at him like an idiot.
"Where am I?"
"You're at the Stop and Shop distribution center."
Okay, doesn't ring a bell. I look around and see an endless amount of parked semi-trailers.... ahhh, this makes sense. Oh fuck... what did I just do?
"Where is that?"
"Are you okay?"
"Not really sir, something weird just happened."
"You're in Readville."
Readville?
"Massachusetts?"
Thank god I never have to see this guy again after I get off this property.
"Yes."
Goddammit. "Where's Boston from here?"
"About 30 miles north."
Fuck! How the hell did I wind up in Readville, MA? I don't even have a car!
I promptly left the property, via a hole in the fence through which I must have entered, and looked around. I am in the middle of nowhere, and the roads in Massachusetts meander senselessly around the globe. Okay, first, I have to assess which way is North, then find a gas station, then curse Ben and Jerry for making me think my car was stolen. Or, alternatively, I can get on this bus that coming my way. Thank you, baby Jesus in a Bottle, it's 1:30 am, and there's a bus that's still running! I get on the bus, pay an extra dollar for the extended route, and figure out how to get to Boston. It stopped about 10 miles south, so I had to high-tail it in the rest of the way. Got home around sunrise. Needless to say, I was greeted with a "Where the hell did you go?" Yeah... Readville Goddamn Massachusetts is where I went.
 
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