(I’m on a bus, overhearing somebody speaking on his phone.)

Person: “So, my flat-mate has the day off work today, and I heard him speaking in his sleep. He said ‘how many more pages are you going to print?'”

(I’m a little kid at this time, and I used to love pushing the shopping cart around. Since I was little, I stood on the bottom of the cart to put my chin on the handle, but sadly, this time, I slip and bite the bottom of my lip extremely hard.)

Me: “Daddy! It hurts!” *holding my profusely bleeding lip*

Dad: “Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!” *proceeds to fumble around in pockets trying to find a handkerchief*

Nice Lady: “Oh, are you all right?” *comes rushing up* “Here, you can have mine.”

(She hands my dad her handkerchief, which he then pushes up against my lip, attempting to stop the bleeding.)

Dad: “Thank you so much! Would it be all right if I asked for your number, to return your handkerchief once it’s washed?”

Nice Lady: “Oh, no, that’s all right; keep it. Your daughter certainly seems to need it more than I do.”

(She was so nice! I’ve had a hunk of scar tissue in my bottom lip ever since, and developed the habit of chewing on it when I’m stressed. Whenever I do, I think of her, and just how much a stranger’s help can mean to someone in need.)

(I’m 16, and a girl. However, I have short hair and wear baggy clothes that hide my figure. I get mistaken for a guy A LOT. I’m hanging out with two of my friends.)

Friend #1: “You have got to send me that picture of the guy in leather.”

Friend #2: “I still can’t believe she got you to take a picture with him!             ”

(Suddenly, two VERY pretty girls walk past us, giggling, and wave at me.)

Me: *has no idea what just happened*

Friend #2: “Oh. My. God. Those girls thought you were cute!”

Friend #1: “Well, she is a pretty convincing guy.”

Me: “No, wait, what?! I’m not even trying to look like a guy today!”

(This takes place at the bar I frequent after work. Although I don’t work that night, I come out to watch some football. A couple of my coworkers are there, when a girl walks in and greets me and my friends before sitting down next to me.)

Me: “So, I think I’ve drank here with you before. Where do you work?”

Girl: “…I work with you at [Restaurant]!”

(Turned out it was one of the new hires that had worked with us for about a month. I was so embarrassed to not recognize her in non-work attire!)

(It’s currently the beginning of spring. It’s just started to snow. It also hailed yesterday.)

Friend: “The cold never bothered me anyway.”

Me: “B****, it’s snowing in April. Shut up.”