Has All The Power And No Charge

| Leland, IL, USA | Hopeless | February 13, 2017

(My neighbor knocks on my door kind of late one night. He’s usually quite light-hearted, with an almost exaggerated southern accent, and he smiles a lot. But, this night, he has a dark look to his face. His voice is very low.)

Neighbor: “I need to ask you a favor. A big one.”

(My heart drops as all manner of horrible possibilities come into my head.)

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Neighbor: “Our electricity got cut off. Can I run a power cord from your garage to my TV until they reconnect us the day after tomorrow?”

(I almost laughed in his face because I’d really gotten worried as to what was going on!)

Me: “Of course; it’s fine!”

(He then gave me $20, which I try to refuse.)

Neighbor: “I insist that I you take it because borrowing your power outlet is a s*** thing to do to a neighbor.”

Bad Neighbors Can Just Shove(l) It!

| Canada | Hopeless | February 8, 2017

Within a year of my parents moving into their current home, their next door neighbour passed away. His widow continues to live in that home all by herself.

When it snows in the winter, my father, along with other neighbourhood men, take turn shoveling her driveway.

One day, the widow told my father that she shared with her friends that her neighbours take turns shoveling her driveway and none of them believed her.

She cried as she thanked him and said that she was very blessed with such friendly, helpful neighbours.

Heavy Drinking, Light Job

| The Netherlands | Friendly | January 29, 2017

(I work as a light technician at a music venue, and I have my share of stories about drunk people at those parties. This night in particular was quite mentionable since so many things happened. It’s a concert of a Dutch folk singer and the audience is mostly middle aged woman, some teens, and a couple of elders. After the concert there’s a disco and most people are pretty drunk at this point. I’m getting asked multiple times if I can change the song or get comments that they don’t like the songs that are played. In other words: they think I’m the DJ. Every time I try to explain I’m the light tech they reply with things like “Wait, a GIRL technician? Noooo!” or “I didn’t know the lights needed controlling.”  It’s getting later and most people start to go home. I put on the main lights and shutting of my station. A middle aged woman comes up to me and pouts like a little child.)

Woman: “I’m very sad. The night is over and we have to go home now. It makes me sad.”

Me: “Well, you can’t have everything in life, I guess. And we want to go home, too, you know.”

Woman: “Oh, I really understand that! But I miss the times when parties like this go on until six am, you know? *starts a whole story about the ‘good old days* “…and look at those young folk going home already! I’m double their age and I still drink them under the table! HA!”

(She finally stops talking and by this time I’m done closing up my station and the other staff has already begun sweeping the floor etc.)

Woman: “I can’t believe you put up with me. Here I am, drunk as a trucker, and I keep on babbling to you sober, hardworking people. You must think I’m very annoying right now.”

Me: “Ma’am, despite the fact you are indeed drunk, you’re polite and haven’t assaulted me yet. Believe me; you are not as annoying as you think you are! I’ve seen waaay worse.”

Woman: *holds up her glass* “Cheers!” *she wobbles away*

(Sometimes you do meet fun people in this job.)

It’s A Very Old Phone Number

| The Netherlands | Romantic | January 29, 2017

(I’m a light tech at a heavy metal night at the music venue where I volunteer from time to time. After the show is over some drunk dude approaches me and puts his arm around me.)

Drunk Dude: “Hey, sweetcakes. You could maybe tell us if the show is over.”

Me: “Yep, it is.”

Drunk Dude: “So we can go home now?”

Me: “Uh-uh.”

Drunk Dude: “You wanna come with me, babe?”

Me: “I don’t think so…”

Drunk Dude: “Awww. Can you at least give me your number?”

Me: *deadpan* “Seven.”

(He looked at me like he saw water burning, while his friends were standing a few feet away yelling “buuuuuurrrrnnnn!”)

Rallying The Troops

, | NY, USA | Hopeless | January 5, 2017

(I am in New York for business from another country. I am walking through central NYC, back to my hotel late at night. I walk past a doorway which has a very large man towering over and yelling at a cowering young woman. Nobody else is around, and being a small guy and a foreigner and in a strange country I just walk past. After a block I decide that I can’t live with myself if I don’t do something, so I turn around and walk back. There’s still not another person in sight. I am terrified. I pull out my mobile and pre-dial 911 but do not hit send, I just leave it in my hand in my pocket. I completely ignore the guy, walk up into the doorway beside him, and address the woman.)

Me: “Ma’am, are you okay?”

Man: “She is fine.”

Me: “Thank you, sir, but I would very much like to hear from the lady herself.”

(The man steps forward and begins to tower over me, but then steps back, glowering at me furiously, hands clenched at his side.)

Lady: “I am okay.”

(I asked her if I could call a taxi or walk her somewhere more public. She once again said she was fine, and I felt as though there was nothing more I could do and that I had pushed the situation beyond what was safe for me. I backed away, and found that there was a crowd of people behind me. I had no idea where they all came from, but we all stood there watching while the lady collected herself and the man calmed down. Someone in the crowd asked if he hit her, and I replied that I had only seen him yelling. The situation looked defused, and we all went our separate ways. I have been back to NYC many times since then and found the people of New York to be cold on the surface, but when it really mattered they rally around. Thank you to all those who stood behind a small guy trying to do the right thing.)

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