Tell a story about that crazy thing you witnessed that one time

[You Need a Thneed]

I have witnessed a man volunteering to get lassoed off of a bicycle, by a pretty good roper.

Is this a bad thing to remember about Sept 11, 2001?

[CaptainCrunch]

Boy I haven't been to Bookers in a looooong time and I used to love it.

[transplant99]

A post i made just over 3 years ago...

Just to clarify everything about yesterdays incident.

The scenario was this...

heading NB on 36st at 12 ave/marbank. There are 3 through lanes to stay goig N and 2 turn lanes to turn W from at this intersection. The guy who was hit was in front of me in the lane beside the turning lanes as we sat at the red light. When the C-Train was approaching from the S and heading N, the arm comes down to block only the turning lanes...and this arm comes down not blocking the tracks, but blocking the road/turn lanes. Once they came down the red light goes green and cars can then proceed NB. This guy went about 15 feet into the intersection and stopped before turning left and directly into the path of the train. Thank god he didnt go a half second earlier or that train would have drilled him right in the drivers side door and this is a conversation about something worse than someone getting just injured.

The funny thing as i replayed it in my head over and over again is that i understand how it happened...he was heading N, got a green light, and realized that he actually wanted to turn left. Looking that direction from where he was, there is no barrier down and nothing but a clear path to the other side of 36st.

I am not saying he was not at fault, as this was entirely his error. There was bells ringing and lights flashing that should have anyone there aware of what's going on, no question. However I do understand how the mistake was made.

Still one of the wildest things i have ever personally witnessed as when the collision occured he went airborn and landed about 8 feet from me as i had hit the binders when the sound of the whole thing. Like it was in slow motion. I am just thankful he wasnt killed...as i thought there was no way anyone would survive that when it initially happened.

[surferguy]

Originally Posted by FireGilbert

The thread should have been closed after annasuave's story because no one is going to top that but what the hell I might as well contribute to the thread. Two stories, one at work and one while drinking.

Work: We were commissioning a pumping station and started everything up just fine. After a couple minutes though the motors unexpectedly shut down. It was very quiet for a few seconds and then all of a sudden the water we had been pumping uphill came back and the hammer hit. The air valves instantly failed with massive geysers of high pressure water shooting everywhere. I was standing there in a state of shock and awe before my boss yelled at me to get the hell out of there. Eventually the pressure subsided and one of the technicians ran inside and closed off the valves stopping the water. We then all ran inside and tried to salvage as much project documentation as possible because it was all foolishly stored in cardboard boxes inside the station.

Drinking: When I was backpacking around Australia I had a very interesting night at a bar called Cheeky Monkey's in Byron Bay. All sorts of crazy things happened to me that night but by far the craziest was witnessing a fight between three girls. I was just on my way to the toilet when I rounded a corner and all of a sudden this fight broke out. I have no idea how or why it started and why three of them were fighting each other but there I was with a front row seat. It was pretty intense too there was kicking, screaming, punching, hair pulling and clothes ripping. Eventually the fight ended up on the ground and a combination of bouncers showing up and the girls tiring out caused it to end. All three of them then stood up to walk away and without first noticing their shirts had been ripped off and there were now 6 gorgeous exposed breasts in my view. It took them a few seconds to notice and then they all covered them up with their hands and ran off in different directions. Good times!

Been to the cheeky monkey a few times while I lived in Byron. You were likely blind drunk and just managed to watch the weekly wet t shirt constest!

[taffeyb]

This was about a decade ago...

You know how the City has no parking zones during the rush hour(s)? If you are parked one of these affected zones, the tow truck drivers just hook you up and tow you away.

On 6th Avenue across from the Petro Canada building, I was watching a tow truck driver hook up a car. Half a block away, a guy in a full suit carrying a briefcase was running in full stride towards the tow truck. Not yelling or calling out. Just running. And, just like in the cartoons, he slipped or tripped. His legs shot out from under him and he was literally hanging horizontal in the air before gravity took effect. He landed with a thud on his back and his briefcase exploded with papers flying everywhere. Without a word being spoken, the tow truck driver started to unhitched the car.

[TheScorpion]

A few months ago, I was in Ikea at the bistro on the main level eating a hot dog. I had also purchased a paper cup to fill up with soda at the fountain, but the ice machine didn't seem to be working -- an "Out of Order" sign was taped over it. Still, I dispensed some Pepsi for myself into the cup and went to sit down nearby.

Some minutes later, I hear some woman cursing loudly near the soda machine. She was being very indiscreet, letting loose multiple audible profanities. Intrigued, I wandered over, under the supposed pretence that I was gathering some napkins and refilling my drink.

The woman, who I had heard all the way across the bistro seating area, had yet to attract any other attention -- there were no employees intervening in the situation, which surprised me given the volume at which she was shouting.

The reason for the commotion immediately became apparent. She had evidently noticed the broken ice maker the same way I had, but instead of alerting one of the workers at the bistro or just going sans ice, she decided to take the problem into her own hands. Literally.

I got there at the perfect time. I had barely arrived when she started pulling at the top of the soda fountain. The machine was identical to this one, with the same plastic covering with 'ICE' in big bold letters over the ice dispenser. With the "Out of Order" sign already strewn aside, she quickly removed said plastic covering without breaking too much of a sweat, before moving on to the transparent ice funnel underneath. She snapped that off, minding little of the potential damage she was causing to the fountain.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?" I thought to myself. I'm grateful that I didn't say it out loud, with the level of ferocity that she was displaying.

I couldn't believe what happened next. This woman, still swearing (though now under her breath) grabbed a wooden stir-stick and began jamming it into the now-gaping hole where the ice was intended to come out. Her valiant effort to dislodge the ice resulted in a couple of little chips coming out, but not much else. The stir-stick quickly shattered under the immense pressure she was putting on it, and for a moment I thought she would finally give in and fetch an employee.

Nope! She grabbed another stir-stick. And another. And another. She kept vainly jamming these sticks up the chute, failing each time to dislodge any ice. Instead of thinking, "hey, maybe there isn't any ice", or, "hey, maybe I should go get some help", she kept smashing up the ice-maker with little positive result.

Finally, a worker noticed. The lady manning the counter of the bistro had begun to see the crowd of roughly a half-dozen people intently looking on in horror at this destructive woman. From about ten feet away, the employee's voice rang out with touches of amusement and disbelief.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she cried.

"Your machine. It's broken!" the woman replied, seemingly proud of her observation.

She was right... it absolutely was broken. Surveying the two large pieces of plastic scattered on the countertop, the ripped-in-half "Out of Order" sign, and the splinters of wood scattered throughout the innards of the ice machine, the employee quickly shot back.

"It absolutely is broken, because of you! The ice machine was due for some routine maintenance this afternoon. Now, it'll be out of commission for at least a week while we replace the plastic coverings and filter out all of the wood!"

The woman said nothing, at first. She turned to her children (I forgot to mention... her two children, both boys, were there the whole time, watching with their mouths agape, as their mother went to town on the ice machine), and then said... words.

"Don't worry about her, kids. She makes the same amount in a year as I make in a day."

And with that, she strolled away, leaving the mess to the Ikea employee. To this day, I wonder how much it would have cost to replace the broken parts of the ice machine. It's since been fixed, and I presume that they didn't chase down the woman to bill her.

But I'll never forget the feeling of watching someone go crazy in an ice machine with a stir-stick.

[chubeyr1]

Twenty years ago I am in my car sitting at a redlight at Crowchild and Shaganappi intersection.

Light turns green and I can proceed east/north on Shaganappi. A split second passes and out of the corner of my right eye an 18 Wheeler Tractor/Trailer moving at full speed blows through the red light going north/west on Crowchild.

All vehicle traffic came to a halt thankfully as this ass hat blew through a ten second old red-light.

Out of the other corner of my left eye I see a guy on a mountain bike riding across the intersection, perfectly in the path of the redlight runner.

Guy on the mountain bike gets hit hard, think Ferland in the playoffs hitting Canucks players then times that by a thousand. After about 25 feet the guy on the bike goes under the Tractor/Trailor and is dragged for a half mile before coming to a stop.

Mountain bike resembled scrap metal better than scrap metal did.
Lying in the middle of Crowchild Trail, lifeless remains of what's left of the mountain bike rider.

Opposite side of the road of me was a cop car that witnessed the whole mess. All traffic is stopped, and stunned. We all just witnessed a very violent death, a horrendous scene, something you will never forget.
Police officer turns on the lights of his cruiser, and then his siren.

What I witnessed next was insane/crazy.

When the police cruiser turned on his siren it was like an alarm clock went off.

That bloodied mess of human remains without a word of a lie stood up instantly like nothing had happened.

My first thoughts? Being a fan of shows like the walking dead, dawn of the dead, night of the living dead, guys gotta be a zombie now, only way to explain this. Much more plausible than getting hit by a Semi driving 80kph+ and living.

Police officers were there in a heartbeat and literally had to run and stop the mountain bike rider from beating the snot out of the semi driver ( or eating his brains ). Cops are saying sir, please calm down, you were just hit by an 18 wheeler.

I still get shivers today thinking about the incident. I have seen multiple fatalities in my life. This was by far the worst looking of them all. When the mountain bike rider stood up I almost pooped my pants. You do not survive getting hit by a semi on a mountain bike!!!

Do I believe in miracles? Acts of God? I am still waiting for confirmation the guy is not a zombie.

I have seen alot of crazy in my life. This by far was the craziest. If this had been caught on film 100 million or more youtube hits guaranteed.

P.S. Sorry if I came across as racist towards Zombies. They are people too. Not all of them are brain eaters, some are cops on TV shows. I embrace all races and religions.

[OMG!WTF!]

A couple years ago, my family doctor, Dr. Sunday, suggested I have a small operation and referred me to Dr. Church for the surgery. When I took the bandage off a week later it looked like a perfect bloody cross....

[metallicat]

Someone needs to post the snot boy story.

[Cecil Terwilliger]

Originally Posted by OMG!WTF!

A couple years ago, my family doctor, Dr. Sunday, suggested I have a small operation and referred me to Dr. Church for the surgery. When I took the bandage off a week later it looked like a perfect bloody cross....

Kinda looks like a poopy diaper to me, just not a very messy one, that vaguely resembles a cross.

[FireGilbert]

Originally Posted by surferguy

Been to the cheeky monkey a few times while I lived in Byron. You were likely blind drunk and just managed to watch the weekly wet t shirt constest!

Haha. Nope that night was the weekly coyote ugly dance competition which I remember clearly because I won it...

[surferguy]

Originally Posted by FireGilbert

Haha. Nope that night was the weekly coyote ugly dance competition which I remember clearly because I won it...

I hope you stumbled up the street to the 23hr bakery to get a pie to celebrate!

[JonDuke]

I didn't do a great job at choosing who I hung out with as a late-teenager.

One day, a friend and I picked up a mutual acquaintance. He was one of those guys who spent more time inside jail than he did outside. Very well known for being trouble. Let's call him Dave, for fun.

Almost as soon as we left his place, we noticed an undercover cop tailing us. I was driving and Dave told me to pull into the drive-through of a nearby McDonalds. We did, and the ghost car followed behind us. Maybe he was just hungry, we hoped. Before we could even order, another unmarked car pulled into the McD's parking lot. Dave got increasingly paranoid. You did NOT want to be around Dave when he was paranoid or angry. He did not know how to control himself, hence the time spent in jail. The most psychotic person I've ever met in person.

We placed an order and proceeded to the first window. There, I was met with a gun to my head by a police officer standing inside the store. He only said a few words: "Don't move, and do exactly what you're told."

After that, I heard megaphoned commands ordering me to::
"Driver, put your left hand outside of the car"
"Driver, use your right hand to turn off the vehicle and drop the keys outside"
"Leave both hands outside. Use your right hand to open the door from the outside"
"step out of the vehicle"
"TURN AROUND! DO NOT LOOK AT ME!"
Then the K9s starting barking like crazy.
"Walk backward toward my voice... drop to your knees... hands higher...HIGHER... lay down flat on your stomach with your arms spread out.
It was the middle of an east coast winter storm, and I was laying in a cold slushy mess while the person on the megaphone turned his focus to the 2 occupants of my car. Same drill for them, as they were ordered out of the car. Between the dog barking right beside me and the cold, wet mess I was laying in, it felt like forever for the other 2 to get out of my car.

I had a knee dropped onto my back, was frisked, then propped up on my feet. When the officer turned me around, there were more police cars than I had ever seen in my life at once. I can't say for sure that every one did, but the high majority of officers had their guns drawn. This was in a small, Red Deer sized town, and there were probably 16 cars, 2 K9 units, the paddy wagon and a few Sgt. trucks. I didn't know there were that many police cars in total in our city.

We went to holding cells. Turns out Dave had a loaded glock in his backpack. The police were prepping to raid his house just as we picked him up. Although psychotic, Dave was always lived by a solid street code. He admitted the gun was his instead of letting me or the other friend take the fall, and we were both released within a few hours. Dave was on probation at the time and went back to his home away from home for a year or two.

The small blurb on the front page of the newspaper the next day starting off with "In a scene straight out of a Hollywood movie, police converged on a vehicle..."

I have quite a few Dave stories.

[OMG!WTF!]

Originally Posted by Cecil Terwilliger

Kinda looks like a poopy diaper to me, just not a very messy one, that vaguely resembles a cross.

Send me twenty bucks and I'll mail you the bandage. You'll for sure go to heaven. Right now it's iffy.

[saskflames69]

When I was around 10-11ish I went ice fishing with my uncles and older cousins. There was a shack with a truck parked outside about 500 metres away from where we were set up. Thought nothing of it, went back the next day and noticed the truck hadn't moved overnight because of the snow drifts forming around it.

Uncles went over to check on the shack and found a large man lying face down in his tent. I remember the door to his tent was also shredded pretty bad. (Uncles thought it could've been a coyote/wolf trying to get in?)

This poor gentleman had a heart attack while ice fishing alone. Totally ruined the whole vibe of our trip... and his.

[RT14]

Originally Posted by JonDuke

I didn't do a great job at choosing who I hung out with as a late-teenager.

One day, a friend and I picked up a mutual acquaintance. He was one of those guys who spent more time inside jail than he did outside. Very well known for being trouble. Let's call him Dave, for fun.

Almost as soon as we left his place, we noticed an undercover cop tailing us. I was driving and Dave told me to pull into the drive-through of a nearby McDonalds. We did, and the ghost car followed behind us. Maybe he was just hungry, we hoped. Before we could even order, another unmarked car pulled into the McD's parking lot. Dave got increasingly paranoid. You did NOT want to be around Dave when he was paranoid or angry. He did not know how to control himself, hence the time spent in jail. The most psychotic person I've ever met in person.

We placed an order and proceeded to the first window. There, I was met with a gun to my head by a police officer standing inside the store. He only said a few words: "Don't move, and do exactly what you're told."

After that, I heard megaphoned commands ordering me to::
"Driver, put your left hand outside of the car"
"Driver, use your right hand to turn off the vehicle and drop the keys outside"
"Leave both hands outside. Use your right hand to open the door from the outside"
"step out of the vehicle"
"TURN AROUND! DO NOT LOOK AT ME!"
Then the K9s starting barking like crazy.
"Walk backward toward my voice... drop to your knees... hands higher...HIGHER... lay down flat on your stomach with your arms spread out.
It was the middle of an east coast winter storm, and I was laying in a cold slushy mess while the person on the megaphone turned his focus to the 2 occupants of my car. Same drill for them, as they were ordered out of the car. Between the dog barking right beside me and the cold, wet mess I was laying in, it felt like forever for the other 2 to get out of my car.

I had a knee dropped onto my back, was frisked, then propped up on my feet. When the officer turned me around, there were more police cars than I had ever seen in my life at once. I can't say for sure that every one did, but the high majority of officers had their guns drawn. This was in a small, Red Deer sized town, and there were probably 16 cars, 2 K9 units, the paddy wagon and a few Sgt. trucks. I didn't know there were that many police cars in total in our city.

We went to holding cells. Turns out Dave had a loaded glock in his backpack. The police were prepping to raid his house just as we picked him up. Although psychotic, Dave was always lived by a solid street code. He admitted the gun was his instead of letting me or the other friend take the fall, and we were both released within a few hours. Dave was on probation at the time and went back to his home away from home for a year or two.

The small blurb on the front page of the newspaper the next day starting off with "In a scene straight out of a Hollywood movie, police converged on a vehicle..."

I have quite a few Dave stories.

Good story, but just to be clear, the way you describe your town sounds a lot smaller than Red Deer which has a population of over 100,000. Definitely a lot more cops than that here.

[FireGilbert]

Originally Posted by surferguy

I hope you stumbled up the street to the 23hr bakery to get a pie to celebrate!

Of course I did! It was the first time I experienced one of these packets of tomato sauce which I had no idea how to get into and I managed to squirt it all over my face.



By the way, the 23hr bakery is now open 24 hours. They realised it was kind of pointless to close for one hour.

[DSquared]

Spend the night out at the bar drinking with a group of buddies. The crowd was pretty lame so we decided to hit the street and find another drinking establishment. One of the guys bolted across the street and full on was smoked by a car. He flew over the car, cracking the wind shield with his leg and landed on his back like 20 feet behind the car.

We were plastered, and in a bit of shock at what we'd just seen. He lay on the ground for a bit and people started to gather around him and ask him if he was okay - he insisted he was, but they would not let him get up. An ambulance came and insisted he go to the hospital, he fought with the EMT and said he had plans and had to go - they relented and let him go. We helped get him collected, but he was missing a shoe, we looked everywhere and could not find his damn shoe - he dropped the second shoe and went out in his socks.

We went out drinking for a couple more hours and he went drink for drink with us. After a while we started to slow down he started to fade quickly and decided he'd better go. Not sure how he got home, but his motorcycle was not at work the next morning, and he did not show up to the office for 4 days and when he did - he was a mess. He broke his ankle (on the wind shield) and had road burns all over his body. First question he asked - what the hell happened to my shoes - do you know how hard it was riding my bike home with no shoes?

[CaptainYooh]

I bet $20 on Edmonton to win SC in 2006... There has been a lot of crazy #### happening in my life but I still can't think of doing anything crazier than that bet.

[polak]

Oh Yeah, I got a good road rage story.

Was driving to work in 2011 and I was waiting to turn left (south) on to bow bottom from Canyon meadows drive. The two left lanes get to turn and the right lane goes straight. So there's a guy in the right lane signalling, trying to get into the left lane and the guy in the left lane was not having. Light turns green and they both go and in the exchange one of them loses a mirror (can't remember which one). So they both end up making the turn and the guy who lost his mirror pulls beside the other guy, rolls down his window, throws a coffee mug at the other guy, cuts in front of him and slams on his brakes and causes the other guy to rear end him. This was the point I was able to get by but in my rear view the guy who slammed on his brakes then got out of the car and was running to the other car, which I'm assuming had hilarious results.

This was all in the morning rush hour too. It was epic.