Kind Gestures Form A Chain

, , , , | Hopeless | October 30, 2017

After a long search, I finally get a short job in the next town over. It’s production work, so I have to get up early, and it takes me half an hour to get there. I’m on my way there on my bike at around 5:00 am, and there’s not a soul on the road, as you can imagine. Then, at the worst location possible — some godforsaken back street with nothing but one lonely house — my bike chain falls off. I’m a girl with two left hands and I have no know-how on bike repairs whatsoever.

I try to call my work to tell them I’m going to be late, but no one answers the phone, because it’s 5:00 am. Afraid of losing my job and being stranded in the middle of nowhere, I kind of start to panic.

In the distance, I see two men on bikes approaching, both wearing uniforms from some nearby factory. I stop them and ask for their help. They first look a bit bewildered, probably wondering what a young girl like me is doing there so early, and why I’m so upset. Truth is, this job has been a much-needed lucky break within a long period of bad luck, so yes, I’m nervous, panicking, upset, and crying. I start crying even more out of gratitude when the guys agree to help and patiently take a look at my bike. The chain is fixed in no time and I’m beyond relieved, though I have less than 15 minutes now to get to work.

In tears, I tell the men, “Thank you so much! I usually don’t do things like this, but you totally made my day. Can… can I give you a hug?”

One of them replies, “Uhm… sure…?”

I do so, and we go our own ways. I race like I’ve never raced before, and I end up being only two minutes late to work. Unfortunately, it turns out to one be a one-day job, but those two angels on the road that helped me out of a tight spot at the ridiculous crack of dawn, I will never forget!

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They Come In All Kinds

, , , , , , | Working | October 30, 2017

I’m the bad worker in this story. I was taking orders at the front counter when my current customer started arguing with me. We went back and forth for a while until he finally said, “What kind of idiot do you take me for?”

Even though I knew I was supposed to make nice, I answered with something my husband says a lot: “I don’t know; how many kinds of idiots are there?”

He never said another word; he just paid and moved out of the way to wait for his food.

When I checked the kitchen to see why it was taking so long, the cook was on the floor laughing his a** off.

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Trouble Brewing

, , , , , , , | Related | October 28, 2017

We lived about four blocks from our elementary school. Our cousins lived about half a block from us. We all would walk home together after school. One day, we came across an unopened beer can on the dirt road shortcut and decided to play kick-the-can the rest of the way home.

About two houses away from our cousins’ home, the can hit a rock and began spraying all five of us.

We had to explain to both mothers what happened. At least they were able to laugh about our stupidity, so we didn’t get into trouble for coming home smelling like a brewery… that time!

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The Bridal Shower Of Tears

, , , , , , , | Related | October 26, 2017

While planning my wedding, I have neglected to plan, or get a family member to plan a bridal shower. I don’t particularly mind, but my aunt very graciously offers to throw a bridal shower for me. I give her a guest list based off of my previous baby shower for my son, and she starts planning away.

One day after handing out the invitations, my future mother-in-law calls saying that I forgot to invite two of my fiancé’s cousins. I don’t know them well, but I feel bad for neglecting them, so, after asking my aunt, I tell my mother-in-law to invite them, but to make sure to let them know that this isn’t a children-friendly event.

A week before the shower, my aunt calls me, confused, as several people not on the guest list have RSVP’d, and specified that they are bringing their kids. I call my mother-in-law to make sure there wasn’t a miscommunication. She not only invited four of my fiancé’s cousins, most of whom I don’t know, or my fiancé doesn’t talk to anymore, but she also told them to invite their kids, too. This adds up to about eight more people than previously expected, and my aunt’s house can’t accommodate this.

After hanging up with my mother-in-law, I call my mom, because I am not sure what to do or how to approach this situation. My mother, understandably, is mad that my mother-in-law was rude enough to invite people without at least asking me or making sure I knew the people. She decides to call my mother-in-law to figure out a solution: either have two showers to accommodate the people, or rent space so that there is room for these people and split the cost.

My mother calls, and she barely gets into the conversation before my mother-in-law loses it on her. She calls my mom all sorts of names and ends with, “Shove this party right up your a**.” My fiancé and I, after hearing this, decide not to engage with my mother-in-law’s behavior and let her calm down.

The next day, my mother-in-law texts me, telling me that her side is throwing a “Welcome to the Family” party for me, despite the fact that I gave her a grandson two years ago and have been a part of the family since then. I bluntly tell her that I will not attend any event until she apologizes to my mom for her outburst. After much foot-stomping and whining and, “You don’t care about my feelings,” she finally relents and gives my mother a half-baked apology.

When it comes time to attend her party, every person there ignores me. It is, in theory, a party for me, but not one person really talks to me the entire time. It is bad enough that even my maid of honour, who came with me, notices.

I did marry into the family, in the end. But honestly, if I didn’t know my now-husband so well, I would have taken off running as far away from that family as possible!

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Unfiltered Story #98753

, , | Unfiltered | October 26, 2017

I’d been feeling weak and exhausted for quite a while. Medical tests indicated cancer. Blood tests, x-rays, and almost any medical test you can imagine were ordered and a biopsy scheduled.

We scheduled an appointment with my regular doctor for the pre-op exam.

As a nurse was leading me to an exam room, through an open door we saw a doctor (who was not on my case) staring at my chest x-ray . Then we noticed that the doctor was – to use an old-fashioned phrase – pleasuring himself.

Neither of us could look at anyone nearby. Nor could we speak to each other.

Let’s go over the facts again – that doctor was masturbating

with his office door wide open

in an extremely busy medical facility

and his “inspiration” was an x-ray showing my breasts. Or at least a fuzzy white depiction barely recognizable as breasts.

An x-ray to which he shouldn’t have had access.

Soon after, he left the practice and then left the state.