Student: “Hey, you remember that labs were a struggle for me, since I wouldn’t stay and listen to your instruction but chose to go outside to the “bathroom” (aka text my friends since my phone doesn’t get service in this stupid building) for about 20 minutes of your 75 minute instruction and then cut out ASAP during the time you remained after this to work with us. Then, you weren’t there after 6pm the day before it was due to hold my hand and tell me what to type and everyone else was done except my friend who has missed two of the four labs this semester, so I had to help him and he has problems, let me tell you. Anyway, I have no idea what to do on this test, and had no idea that we were allowed to use our books/notes, since I was in the “bathroom” when you announced this (was it two or three times during lab and in an email to everyone?) and so I need you to sit here beside me, while everyone else is taking the test, and tell me what to type because I don’t want a bad grade.

(Other students rolling their eyes and looking in disbelief!)

Professor: Uh… No.

At counter buying drinks for co-workers.

Clerk:(Ready to write on last cup) And who is this for?

Me: Christy. Like Christ…with a ‘Y’

Clerk: Okay…is that with a ‘C’ or a ‘K’?

(I’m returning to the office with one of the foremen after a prospection on a construction site. The foreman’s cellphone rings.)

Caller: “Hello, This is [equipment rental company]. I’ve been given this number from your office regarding the rental of the diesel generator. What address do we have to bring the equipment?”

Foreman: “How should I know? Why are you even calling me? You need to talk to [company owner]!”

(The address was, of course, the place we were returning from, after having discussed at length the technical details of the intervention, including the placement of the diesel generator…)

I get the strangest phone calls during third shift at the gas station. Case in point:

Teen girl: Hi… do you guys deliver condoms?

Me: Uh… no. We sell them, but we don’t deliver.

Teen girl: How much are they?

Me: We have a three pack for $4.26.

Teen girl: Um… that’s a bit high. Can’t you knock it down a notch for me?

Me: No, not really. All we have is the three pack.

Teen girl: I only need one, though. Do you have any personal condoms I can have?

Me: Uh… no. Sorry.

Teen girl: Well, I don’t use condoms. Bye. *click*

(I’m on a bus trip around parts of South Australia’s wine region with 22 other young adults from my church from around Australia, only 6 of whom I know from Western Australia, others are from Sydney, Melbourne, Queensland and South Australia. It’s our first night and we jump on our tour bus to go to dinner and I sit next to a young woman from Melbourne and we start chatting)

New friend: “Hey I’m *name*. I’m from Melbourne, where are you from?”

Me: “I’m *name*, I’m from Perth. I love Melbourne especially the Dandenong Ranges where my Aunty *name* lives, my Uncle *name* lives somewhere there too.”

(She gives me a quizzical look)

New Friend: “What’s your uncles last name?”

Me: “*name* why?”

(She starts laughing)

New Friend: “Hello cousin”

Me: “Wait, what? Are you serious?”

New Friend: “Yep, your uncle’s wife *name* is my aunt”

Me: “Holy crap, that’s so cool”

(We all had a great time on the trip and thanks to facebook my cousin are able to keep in touch. Gotta love random family encounters)