Unfiltered Story #168972

, , | Unfiltered | October 5, 2019

In this story I am the ‘customer’, and 17 years old.

The general election of 2005 is drawing near and I’m going to be 4 months too young to vote, but I’m studying Politics and have become really interested. My friends and I are walking down the street when we notice politicians campaigning ahead of us.

I’m excited about the opportunity to talk to a politician, to hear first-hand how they campaign for votes, so I’m feeling very lucky when they stop me:

Politician: Hello there, can I stop you for a second please?
Me: Yes, sure!
Politician: How old are you? Are you old enough to vote?
Me: *realising that the conversation is about to end, and thinking on the spot to see if I can talk policies for a bit longer* No! But…but my Mum is!

Scream Bloody Murder

, , , , | Friendly | September 5, 2019

I have a large dog that is very vocal. One day, I was walking through our local woodlands and my dog jumped into the bushes and away from sight. I wasn’t worried as my dog has good recall.

All of a sudden, a female deer jumped across the path and bounded away. My dog became so excited by her find that she began to scream. When I say scream, I mean legitimately scream. She is from a breed known for their “singing.”

A few minutes later, a woman ran in front of me from one of the adjourning paths. She was frantic and out of breath. She asked me if I had been screaming and if I was okay. She asked if I had been attacked or if I had fallen, etc., and I calmly explained that my dog had seen a deer and had gotten overexcited.

The woman wouldn’t hear it. She was adamant that she “knew what a human scream sounded like” and that if I was “covering for someone, there was a special place in Hell for people like me.”

I explained that it was my dog, but when I tried to leave, the woman grabbed me and got out her phone to call the police.

Luckily, my dog spotted a squirrel and began to chirp and sing with excitement. Point proven, the woman blushed and let go. She did not apologise before walking away.

Whilst I am happy to know that the people in my area are willing to run to the rescue, I think that the woman could have handled the situation better.

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Biking In The Netherlands Is Taken Seriously

, , , , , | Friendly | August 26, 2019

(I’ve just impaled myself on a fence after I was riding my bike, avoided a car, noticed no working brakes, went into the sidewalk, and then hit a bump which sent me into said fence. I’m clearly hurting and stuck when a person who was on the sidewalk walks over. I am a tourist.)

Woman: “Bikes are for the road.”

Me: “I know, but I didn’t have a choice.”

Woman: “You should have stayed on the road!”

Me: “I’m not a good enough rider to stay on the road and not get hit by a car when there are no brakes!”

Woman: “You are a terrible rider. Bikes stay in the street! No sidewalk riding!”

(At this point, I get off the fence and fall into the bushes on the other side. I have blood dripping down my leg and other, far more minor injuries like scratches that are obvious as I finally stand up.)

Me: “I understand. I’m not a good rider, but I had no chance. I couldn’t stop the bike and I think I did pretty well to not hit you or anyone else.”

(I’ve got a lovely scar just above my right knee as a reminder but hey, at least she told me off for “riding on the sidewalk.”)

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The Nervous Adventures Of Observant And Oblivious

, , | Friendly | August 7, 2019

(I am stopping by a cash point on the way home one evening. It is after dark, but the cash point is next to a well-lit entrance to a small supermarket so it usually feels safe. However, as I approach, I notice a group of young men smoking and with cans of lager in their hands right outside the entrance to the supermarket. They are being a bit rowdy. I slow down as I risk-assess how far they are from the cashpoint and whether I would be able to duck into either the supermarket or the restaurant on the other side of the cashpoint if I needed to. I am just trying to decide this as I get quite close to the cashpoint and wondering if I should just go into the supermarket instead and get cash back when one of the lads starts moving away and gesturing to the others. I will call him “Observant” and his friend who starts arguing “Oblivious.”)

Observant: “Yo, over here.”

Oblivious: “What? Why we moving?”

Observant: “We can go down here.”

Oblivious: “We’re fine here. Why we moving?”

Observant: “‘Cause we’re right next to the cashpoint and we’re making people nervous.”

Oblivious: “Ooh… Yeah, we can go sit on that wall.”

(And then with a wave at me, Observant led the group off to go sit on the suggested wall. Thank you, observant young man, for having an awareness of the impact of your behaviour on others and making my evening a little easier.)

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This Guy Is Far Out

, , , , | Friendly | August 2, 2019

(People often come to Fort Lauderdale expecting to be right on the beach, despite the fact that the bus station is downtown.)

Lost Guy: “Where’s the beach?”

Me: “You have to take the city bus.”

Lost Guy: “Which one?”

Me: “The 10.”

Lost Guy: *sees a bus far down the street* “Which one is that?”

Me: *unable to see far enough to read* “I don’t know.”

Lost Guy: “You don’t know much, do you?”

Me: “I know where I am.”

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