In honor of today's FAF theme.
Tell us a random interesting anecdote from your past. Can be anything, as long as it is your own experience and not someone else's, and more interesting than, "Got up. Brushed teeth. Went to work."

In the 2nd grade of High School I was kicked out of the entire years math classes because I refused to purchase the book (I had drank the money reserved for my book purchases). I was allowed to take the exams and nothing else, and my number was going to be based on exams alone.

So came the day of the exam, and my teacher declared loudly to the class "I guess now we'll see what happens when you don't get your books or participate in the classes". I did my test, returned it and left (it was probability calculations).

A week later she returned the papers. Turned out that I had scored full points or very close to that, in either way the best score of the class. Now, I'm in no way mathematically gifted. Quite the opposite, I couldn't Spherically Trigonometricize myself out of a paper bag if my life was dependent on it. I said "It's not me being good, it's she being a lousy teacher" to those within the hearing range (which included the visibly upset teacher) and left.

Despite her promise to only judge me by the test result, I got 8 (scale of 4 to 10) for maths.

This will leave nothing for "most embarrassing moment" if I ever do the Hot Seat, but...

When I was younger, more innocent and carefree, I made a bit of a mistake. There was some pizza, right. It could do with salt, though. So I grabbed a fiddly sachet, poured the contents over the pizza (quite liberally, actually), and then I saw the salt shaker on the table. Oh God; what had I done? I turned over the sachet and saw the label: "brown sugar". The pizza tasted horrible.

I went to a Catholic school for the first several years of schooling. For recess we would all go out to the black top parking lot behind the school (sounds like fun, yes?).

Third grade: I brought in a bunch of little squish-balls, the kind that squirt water out of them. I didn't fill them with water or anything, but we used them as a sort of 'tag' game.

The rule on the playground was "no throwing balls", since we were on a hill that lead down to the street.

So whatever, that's cool. We tagged one another with the balls (man that sounds gay) and were having a good time playing the tag game until the teacher-nun saw one of the kids throw one. She confiscated all three of the tag-balls, completely ruining our game.

I pleaded with her, promising we would not throw them again, explaining to her that it was only one kid who did it and we had been playing fine otherwise. But she would hear none of it, and promptly turned her back on me.

Obviously this presented me with my first opportunity to flip off a nun (there was another recent incident of this in the "Am I going to Hell for This?" thread). So I set my feet and concentrated on making a statement with my favorite finger.

Unfortunately some little girl saw me and told on me. Everyone else thought it was great... except the teacher.

So I got sent to the principal (or head-nun) and she counciled me on it, asking me where I picked up such things. Much to my parents delight I answered "from my parents, when we're driving and stuff".

Anyway, I got grounded for a long time for that.

When I was four years old, I almost blew up an entire building including its residents.

How come?

I grew up in an old six-story appartment building, six families, lots of kids. Doors were always open. One evening, three or four of us snuck around the house, entered a first floor bathroom and regarded it a fancy idea to blow out the flame of the gas heating boiler. The next morning the owner of that bathroom (passionate smoker) woke up early and smelled gas. It turned out that the whole first floor was full of it, and by pure chance he had noticed so, and not lit his first cigarette on his way to the bathroom. We never told anyone what had happened the night before.

...well, now it's on the web.

This happened last year and belongs in the "Nitwit Friends" category. (some of you worthians may remember my post the next day)

We almost killed someone !!

I offered one of my friends an air conditioner that I didn't use anymore. She lives in a 4th floor walkup apartment. I told her that I could bring it to her by car, but can’t lift it out onto the dolly nor walk it up because I have carpal tunnel syndrome and it would hurt me. She said, no problem I’ll get some of the guys to help out.

Before leaving, I call my friend to tell her we were on our way, and to make sure that she had enlisted burly men to help—no problem, I have 2 guys lined up she said.

My BF and I arrive to discover that none of the help is available. She says that she will help him carry up the unit—BF had NO intentions of carrying an a/c up 4 flights and this was made clear to her before we arrived. However, he acquiesced and they started up the narrow staircase. About 4 steps up, my friend decides she can’t do it. BF then proceeds to carry the unit up himself—stopping at each landing to use the dolly to get it to the next stairwell.

BF is healthy, however he was not having a good time carrying an 8500 BTU air conditioner up 4 flights of stairs. After we got to her place, he left to go for a walk (my friend has 6 cats and he's allergic) while I helped her to install the unit.

We were fiddling with the blinds to get them open to remove the old a/c from the window. Before I could tell her to prep for opening the window, she opened the window! BANG!!!!!!!!! Down went the a/c to the sidewalk.

Miraculously, no one was walking on this New York City East Village street below. I ran down the stairs to the street and the a/c was crushed and broken apart somewhat. There were people hanging out about 2 buildings over. Thank God no one was in front of my friend's building.

I'm convinced that a higher power God/Goddess was looking over East 13th street that day.

Got home. Drank chardonnay. She called and was not shook up about it. But agreed that the Goddess was with us.
OMFG

Nevermind.

Funnily enough, you're the first one who did not understand this thread as a request for confessions. I wonder what one might conclude about us others from this fact.

No, I didn't think a "random anecdote" had to be a confession. Whatever.

I was kicked out of the public school system in the beginning of the first grade and didn't re-enter it until the end of the 5th grade.

The teachers said I was a "bad boy"... mom said I was just bored with the slow pace of the teaching and looking for other things to interest me (I always liked mom's explanation better).

I know these aren't supposed to be confessions but the more interesting stuff usually falls into that category.

That's true. But nevertheless, we all felt the need to dig out those confessions. Just made me wonder.

One day a long time ago, my brother and I were shoving each other and roughhousing (quite good naturedly, actually). I shoved him rather hard, and he lost his balance and fell backwards against the dining room wall.

It was an old house that my family was renting (it had been built onto about seven times and was all cobbled together and charming) and the sheet rock had apparently turned into a sort of crusty powder.

Anyway, when he lost his balance and fell against the wall, it crumbled beneath him and he went through it! Being rather a bigish guy, he'd made rather a bigish hole in the wall.

My mother had just re-decorated, too. I ended up having to pay for the wall getting fixed and the room repainted.

Oh, well.

So there I was, skiing an awesome glades run one morning last winter. It had snowed for all day and night before, so I was getting a foot or two of fresh pow.... nothing beats freshies all morning! I was feeling pretty good about my skiing that morning, but I figured it was lunchtime so I decided to head down to the main lodge. I took a quick look around, and noticed a big run to my left a ways so I headed over there. I realized, in a hurry, that there was a 10-foot drop between the trees and the main run, but I thought - no big deal, I'll keep up my speed and make a good jump in. Good idea in theory. I somehow miscalculated my landing, though, and wound up making a spectacular yard sale - right in the middle of this big, green run. I think I would up at least 50 metres downslope of my equipment. No big deal, right?

Except I was actually adjacent to a chairlift, which was full, and I could hear people laughing. I thought - whatever, there's hundreds of people here today, no one will recognize me. No, bad assumption. All day people came up to me at random saying 'woah, nice bail' or 'nice trip, see you next fall' or 'where's the next yeardsale?'.

Embarassing - yes. I've always been superstitious about skiing runs beneath chairlifts, and I think this augments my belief.

Back when Letterman was a morning show on NBC, I was able to get our family dog on for Stupid Pet Tricks. Unfortunately, I was on the road with a show so my mom went as the handler.

My touring company compromised its tight travel schedule (100 shows in a 100 different towns in 100 days) so we could wait for the broadcast.

So we're all sitting in the motel waiting, and the Letterman show is moving along. They had one stupid pet trick and went to commercial. Then, much to my dismay, programming was pre-empted for the Republican convention, so the end of the show was not seen.

The next day, Letterman apologized that folks had missed the best pet tricks and re-ran the segment that had been pre-empted, but only our dog Polly and one other. I never got to see it because we didn't know it would be re-run the next day, but she did make the Letterman Teaser advertisment and I got to see her jump over Dave (he was on his hands and knees) many times.

She truly was the best dog ever.

There's some heart-warming tragicomedy in this story, I don't know how to react appropriately.

Oh, too much to type, but my ex and still a dear friend who is a paramedic blogged it in two parts.

I really need to get him to join, he is a hoot!

Steak fry Part 1



Part Deux

The other day I found myself laughing at a fellow plimer's comment on some news story and in my head, I said to myself, "hahah, nice one [plimer username.]" That was then followed by the thought: Wow, that sounds stupid, and indeed it sounds even more stupid out loud.(I tried.) So by all means, if any of you find yourself in a similar predicament, you can call me Freddie.

Sigh...so there are like maybe 6 people in the whole world that know this. Hopefully you are not one of them BEFORE reading this.

Way back in college days, me and a friend were out driving around acting like morons, which was normal as we WERE morons. It was a Friday night and we were a bit psyched up what with the weekend and all.

Soooo as we drove past the front of the school campus, we approached a red light with cars awaiting their turn to go. To our immediate right was a car full of four equally psyched up Sweet Young Things.

Naturally, we decided to make asses of ourselves.

I rolled down the window and yelled to the driver in a most gentlemanly manner "Hey! Are you easy?"

And in the sweetest voice she could muster, she yelled back "Not with guys like you!"

And then she plowed into the car ahead of her that was waiting at the stoplight.

And then that car plowed into the pickup truck that was ahead of it.

There were no injuries due to the slow speed, so we did the only proper thing. We floored it as the light turned green.

We drove around for about ten minutes and then decided to return to the scene, which was of course the obvious thing to do. There was the obligatory police car, with no ambulances (whew!), and as we drove off for the last time ever, I glanced back and saw the object of our desire gesturing in the general direction of where we sat at the red light.

I can only hope that it all worked out for the best in some twisted way. Please forgive me.

That was YOU!??!

/slap!

JERK!


















(kidding)

Heh. "were".

Wow...I'm really not that interesting.

I killed some llamas once.

With llama poison.

Thats basically all of it...Nothing else of consequnce in my life really...

Edit: Woops, totally bumped the wrong thread...boy is it late...