Post the strangest bit of conversation you ever had vol 0.0023
 

Hi there. Today I stored the pictures of my trip to sweden, and it brought back many good memories of those days.
One night I was talking to a bunch of "goth" guys outside a bar and we started talking about crimes/ prison , and one of those guys said :

GG: " I've actually been in prison for a few days..."
Me : "What for?"
GG : " D & D"
Me : " Drink & drive?"
GG : "No, Dungeons & Dragons... I chopped 2 fingers off this guy's left hand while live roleplaying."
Me : "Oh, I see............................................"

GG= goth guy
Me= me

On the bus a few weeks ago:

Ex con with half a hand missing: ''Most people look at my hand and are not impressed by what they see''.

Me: ''Hmmm....erm...hmm..erm..''

Ex con with half a hand missing: '' Would you like to get off the bus and smoke a cigarette?''

Me: ''I'm sorry but my stop is further up the road so it wouldn't be convenient getting off the bus here''.

Ex con with half a hand missing:''Ok,no problem.My stop is further up the road too.''

I'm about to get off when the bus reaches my stop .We shake hands and he goes: ''Nice meeting you
and thanks for chatting to me'' to which i replied:''Nice meeting you too'' and made my way home.


It's only the last fragment of the whole conversation as we spent most of the journey talking to each other.


It's not the oddest chat that i've had with someone either but the last bit about getting off the bus to smoke a fag perplexed me as it was neither of us's stop.

Perhaps he went roleplaying in sweden...
Trains and buses are bottomless vaults of strange situations and conversations, indeed. Now I can't get out of my mind the image of Frankenstein Junior's General (or whatever he was)...

On a train stop in Birkenhead, Wirral waiting for a train to New Brighton:

Homeless person: "I like your hairy legs"

Me: "Thanks mate"

on a bus to the city, there were some goth guys talking, they seemed to have an argument but i wasn't really paying attention. suddenly one turns around to me:

goth: do you know what color radishes actually have?
me: ehm some kind of magenta i guess.
goth: what's magenta?
me: something between red and pink. but there are different kinds of course. you have white radishes too.
goth: yeah and some are more red or more pink. i didn't know about the white radishes. thanks!

it still makes me chuckle :)

HAHAHAHAHA!!

RLRP (real life role playing) makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.

as a geek who is hopelessly addicted to World of Warcraft, I never cease to be amused by people who feel the need to take things further.

I PUT ON MY ROBE AND MY WIZARD HAT!!


my strangest conversation was with a demon-possesed heroin junkie who had just finished shooting up 5 year old morphine into her arms. her dirty feet and the giant purple goose-eggs the morphine left weren't even the most shocking thing about her.

Angie: "Gibby is the biggest queen I've ever met"

me: "not so shocking"

Angie: "I'm gross, I like to do gross things"
me: "oh....really?" :confused:

Angie: "last month I was in chicago with Trent Reznor and we had a murder party. someone called the cops and we told them that it was a video shoot but we were really performing a black magic ritual"

me: "oh....really?" :eek:

she then went on and on for hours about how Alan Jorgenson (from Ministry) was a lot older than anyone knew and that he hid his true age with black magic.

by the end of it all, I ran out of my apartment and left her there. I was convinced she was sent by the devil.

this would have been really easy to write off as the drugs talking if she didn't really know all those people (she was the girlfriend of Mike Scacia who played (still plays?) for Ministry). :(

Ha!

What were you doing in Birkenhead, of all places?

A while back, I was walking to a friends house, and some woman wearing torn clothing walked up to me in a hysterical state. She was crying and shaking, telling me that her husband had taken both her two kids away from her, and was on his way to the airport. At first I wasn't sure what to think of it, but she kept crying and begging me to help her. I called the police station and expained the situation. The receptionist interrupted by telling me not to take notice, because the lady I was phoning about, had been responsible for countless calls to the 112 emergency line every day...

I let go of her hand, and hurried off feeling like a twat.

The other day, I walked over to a friends, and while on the way a harmless looking, elderly lady stood on the curb with a shovel. Not odd considering it had just snowed. As I passed her I politely smiled, and said 'hi'. Before I even finished saying 'hi', she then grabbed the shovel, and swung back and started hitting a bag of dry ice.

(whack, whack!!)

Lady: DON'T TOUCH IT!! IT'S DRY ICE!!

(whack!)

Me: oh...but I wasn't go--

(whack!)

Lady: IT'S DRY ICE!!

Me: I know, I was ju--

(whack!)

Lady: IT WILL BURN YOUR HAND OFF!

(whack!! whack!)

It was so strange, and unexpected.

speaking of weird shit on the bus...

the other day an older guy got on the bus who clearly was a little odd & was FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. if that wasn't bad enough he walked to the back of the bus and his pants fell down and it took him about a minute to pull them back up. yucky.

p.s.- 500th post....awwwwww yeah babay

Shop Assistant: Your [3 year old] daughter is lovely.
Me: Thanks.
Shop Assistant: If she was 20 years older...

I was a bit in shock for a while after. I was thinking: did he really just say that.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I've had some wierd conversations, man.
HBO x 1,000
but the other day I was walking to the library and this old guy on the street started follwoing me and talked about Jesus for about 20 minutes.

A few months ago I was waiting at the bus stop at about 6:30 in the morning (it was still dark) and this lady stopped her car, got out, gave me a Jehovah's Witness "magazine", and proceeded to tell me all about it. She also told me that geckos can stick to any surface except teflon.

scene = bus stop

homeless man: do you have any change?

me: sorry...

homeless man: can i do something to you?

me: huh?

homeless man: (touches forefinger to tongue, then places forefinger on my forehead while making a sizziling sound) tsssss


that's not the strangest, just the most recent. i tend to attract crazy people.

Living in New Brighton for 3 months, working in a shitty factory in Flint and occasionally going to Liverpool via Birkenhead to do some shopping.

Birkenhead is a shithole, but shhhhh, Hip Priest lives there :)

Luckily, I have one of them recorded on audio, under the influence of Ambien. Not gonna post it though.

A phone call in work, a couple of years ago:

Me: Hello, Community Shop.
Woman: Oh hi, I wanted to drop some stuff off, is that OK?
Me; YEs, of course. Thank you.
Woman: Oh good. We used to come quite regularly, do you remember us?
Me: No.
Woman: I'm usually with my husband; are you sure you don't remember?
Me: No, I don't, sorry
Woman: The last time we visited was about four years ago.
Me: Oh, I've only been here for a couple of years, so I wouldn't have seen you.
Woman: Right, we wouldn't have met then.
Me: No. I'll see you later then.
Woman: Right, bye..............................the last time we were there we bought some records...do you remember us now?

Haha. People are so strange.

Oh god. I'm on a bus, and this evident junky sits next to me.

Me: (coughing?)
Him: You alright, mate?
Me: Yeah, just got a cough, that's all
Him: I can give you something for that (knowing stare)
Me: (thinking: 'arrgghh!) Uh, no thanks.

He started nodding off near me later on. What a pleasant journey that was.

I reckon at least 85% of people could, not unreasonably, be classed as 'weird'.

CLASSIC!

Was it you?

Probably.

Not me mate.

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Even worse - my various "conversations" at work with Stevo from Some Bizarre, usually involving him screaming at me, and me wanting to tell him to fuck off.

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Probably when I was sitting on the bus, and some guy saw the guitar magazine I was reading and started talking about Iron Maiden. He then got off at the stop right outside the brothel and proceeded to go inside. And another time I was on this bus, a woman of about 30 got on the bus with a kid about 10, and started talking to my friend and myself about how she was going to "bash the shit" out of this other mum, and how she thought the other mum was a "dirty fucking cunt". She was obviously crazy.

i ride the bus at least four times a day, and 99% of the time i go home having a story to tell about some weirdo on one of them. usually some crazy lady talking nonsense to herself or a rather obese man trying to be "nice" to little kids and touching their stomachs.

there really are too many stories to tell. i have witnessed and been through so much on public transport its hard to know where to begin.

I think it's something to do with crazy people not being able to get their drivers license.

Whoohoo i'm a destroyed room!

Civilized people here in South America:
I was at the shrink's waiting room, which happens to be the waiting room for other doctors as well. An old woman began talking to me about her married life, her numerous illnesses, well the works, you know that people that talk their entire life to you like they've known you all their lives and her daughter, she said, was sitting nearby. Why didn't she talk to her daughter instead? Well so she asks, "what doctor did you come to see here?" I said, "the one in that consultory." "And who's that?" "A psychiatrist"...
The prejudiced old woman didn't utter one more word in all the time that we were there. When they called her in she didn't even say goodbye.
ONLY CONCLUSION I CAN DRAW:
Weird people are not so respected here as they are in Europe.

Recently I had a discussion with a friend of mine on why he diagnosed himself with coitophobia and how he didn't care about it.
That was strange.

SRSLY: i was so sad all weekend
SRSLY: it was such a weepend.
AngeLaSleeping: it was such a weepened, i drown myself at the deepend.

AngeLaSleeping = Me




Not particularly weird, just slightly comical.

I had the weirdest conversations with strangers. I love meeting strangers they are just the best. I am such a stranger magnet.

More AIM conversation,

jam: i was changing the trash at culver's today
jam: and had the hugest urge to play rollercoaster tycoon
AngeLaSleeping: wow.
AngeLaSleeping: when i change the trash at culvers, i get more of a sims 2 craving.

More.

AngeLaSleeping: so the damn thing won't even load.
AngeLaSleeping: likei clicked the thing to open it and the thing doesn't do the thing.
jam: oh no
jam: i know what you mean though
AngeLaSleeping: stupid stupid thing
jam: why do you keep saying fried?
AngeLaSleeping: i said fried?
jam: i love that you keep saying fried
AngeLaSleeping: what
jam: fuck
jam: what the fuck
AngeLaSleeping: i never said fried
jam: no
jam: whats going on
AngeLaSleeping: maybe you're having some weird fantasies about me and some fries

Repped.

I'm not even going to bother censoring her screenname anymore.

AngeLaSleeping: wow
AngeLaSleeping: it's comfortable but it makes me feel like i'm about to do bad things
jamrock mafia: ?
AngeLaSleeping: one leg on each side of monitor
AngeLaSleeping: why do i do these things?
jamrock mafia: lmao
AngeLaSleeping: it's so comfortable though
AngeLaSleeping: and convientient
AngeLaSleeping: and symmetrical
jamrock mafia: symmetry is just about the best thing sometimes
AngeLaSleeping: yeah.
AngeLaSleeping: but don't worry, i'm fully clothes
AngeLaSleeping: clothed*
jamrock mafia: as long as you're not frying
AngeLaSleeping: so this symmetric and going to get nasty
jamrock mafia: idk if i';d be able to take that
AngeLaSleeping: wow
AngeLaSleeping: i can just imagine
AngeLaSleeping: like a fry cooker
AngeLaSleeping: in between my legs
AngeLaSleeping: in front of me
AngeLaSleeping: with some fries in it
AngeLaSleeping: that would also be convienient
AngeLaSleeping: since i'm craving fries
jamrock mafia: god, this joke is relaly sexual and hilarious but it really hoenstly just makes me want some mor fries
AngeLaSleeping: i could just reach between my legs, and grab a handful of fries.
jamrock mafia: wouldn't it be great if you could menstruate fries?
jamrock mafia: nothing else
jamrock mafia: just fries
AngeLaSleeping: wow
jamrock mafia: i bet they would be forbidden thogh
jamrock mafia: and wya grosser
AngeLaSleeping: most brilliant thing ever.
AngeLaSleeping: true
jamrock mafia: but i woul dstill eat them
jamrock mafia: they would admittedly need some salt
AngeLaSleeping: but there wouldn't really be a need for tampons
jamrock mafia: not at all, and your teachers couldn't make ou not eat in class
AngeLaSleeping: but don't genital liquids taste salty?
jamrock mafia: because really, where are you goign to go with all those friesa/
jamrock mafia: ?*
AngeLaSleeping: hmm
AngeLaSleeping: i don't know
AngeLaSleeping: they could send you to the bathroom
AngeLaSleeping: until your done frying
jamrock mafia: thats so prehistoric
AngeLaSleeping: true
jamrock mafia: be realistic, angela. women have rights to an education, even if they're menstruating french fries.
AngeLaSleeping: sorry, my misogynist side kicked in.
jamrock mafia: obviously