During lockdown I was jogging my usual route and passed someone walking in full plague doctor getup. Thinking “that’s kinda odd” I turned the corner and almost ran into a lady rollerskating backward entirely in the nude. I live in Florida and see weird shit somewhat frequently but that particular run stands out in my mind.
Oh I can explain this: You were born with a destiny that doesn’t make sense anymore because the gods had to make some changes to the timeline. Sounds simple enough but some people have actually been given theirs or someone else’s prophecy so now they have to make it happen… Somehow.
To resolve this situation they often have to come up with clever solutions to make sure the prophecy still happens in a way that the (new) timeline can handle. Such as “experiencing plague” and “getting caught rolling with a naked woman in public”.
Weird?
A full on ceremonial magic ritual. Weird because they just rolled up in a van, started unpacking things, did it, then packed back up and left. It was obviously well planned and organized. When I asked one of them what was going on, and the initial response was nervous, I explained that I have no problem with it, just curious, and another one said that just didn’t have the time to explain, but I’d thank them for it if they did.
A small orgy. Weird because you don’t expect it in public.
A line of young men marching in clown shoes, and nothing else. Frat initiation. Dong was flapping. I don’t think it needs explaining why it’s weird.
Three drunk rednecks who lost a bet pulling up to a leather and cowboy gay bar and asking if there was anyone that would spank them. I volunteered gladly. I then spanked them and told them if they ever tried to start trouble anywhere I worked, I’d fucking curb stomp them. One of the most entertaining events in my entire time bouncing that particular bar.
Weird but disturbing, a bunch of people hovering over someone trying to figure out if she was dead or not. Not trying to help, not doing anything at all other than debating if she was breathing. Weird because wtf, you assholes. Also why it was disturbing. Woman was drunk off her ass, passed out, and was likely damn close to death because she was hypothermic. Cold to the touch, and the EMTs said she was in rough shape overall. And yes, I had to make the call to 911, none of the assholes could be bothered, and cell phones were present.
I can keep going, I’m 50, and spent a lot of my years in jobs that had me out in public a good bit lol. You live long enough, you accrue a book worth of weird shit people do in public (and private).
How many people do you need before you hit “small orgy”? Like 3 people is obviously a threesome, is 4 people a small orgy?
And how many before it is no longer a small orgy?
Well, the way I’ve seen it explained is that anything over 4 can be an orgy, as long as nobody is just watching. Otherwise, it’s just group sex.
However, I’ve also seen the argument made that 4 can be an orgy so long as everyone is involved with at least two other people at once.
Me, I say it’s a small orgy when it’s over 4 but under a dozen.
In this case, it was nine people. 4 dongs present. But they were all putting things into each other (if you count tongues, and I do) and mostly with more than one person, so it wasn’t just group sex with enough people to count as an orgy.
And yes, I did watch for a while. It was. . . interesting. It was too weird to be arousing, what with the suddenness of it, and the location, and the utter lack of aggressive exhibitionism. Like, obviously they wanted to be seen, it was public. But it wasn’t like they were paying attention to being seen, they weren’t just watching people watch them. It was almost performance art tbh, just performance art with jizz.
I’ve probably seen weirder, but this one was pretty funny:
I rode my bike along a huge river in a big city in Germany. It was already dark and my light was broken. In front of me I saw something blinking brightly coming at me. As it came closer I realized it was a guy on a bike that had lots of lights and reflectors attached to both the bike and the guy. He wore a light on his helmet, on his arms and his thigh. As he passed by me he looked at me super grumpy and said:
“How about some light?!”
A few.
I was in San Juan once and, walking back to my cruise ship, saw a van jump a curb, slam into a police vehicle, and then the driver hopped out and jumped off the pier into the ocean.
The first time I visited Los Angeles and saw literal garbage piled 2-3 feet high on public sidewalks. In the days after I saw the tent cities. (I’m from Kansas City, where garbage is very well managed and tent cities are a rarity.)
I once saw a very tall, dark shape in the woods getting chased by cows. It might have been Bigfoot. It might have been a bear or a deer that reared up on its hind legs. It was too far away for me to say for sure.
Your first one reminds me of something that happened awhile back. I was at a donut shop staring out the window when a scruffy dude in a pickup truck slammed into a traffic light, tipping it over across the street.
Now as it happens, said donut shop was a watering hole for police officers (yes, the stereotype is real), and about a dozen buff uniforms trotted out within seconds. The guy climbed out of the truck and tried to light a cig and it fell out of his mouth as he saw them rushing up.
LA is aggressively overrated from everything I’ve heard. NYC prices, Kansas City Indianapolis infrastructure, Manilla tidyness. The weather is nice, I guess.
Hey now, don’t knock our infrastructure. KC’s in good shape and we even have free public transportation.
My bad. Uuuuh… Indianapolis infrastructure, according to a quick search. Speaking of cities that get bomb reviews…
Having lived here for ~10 years after ditching Iowa, I hate that this is the takeaway people have. I wouldn’t live anywhere else in the US.
Would cows chase away a threat? Genuine question because I am curious. I can’t imagine it.
Cows also tend to be very curious. If you walk into a pasture and start doing something weird then most of the cows will usually run over to see what you’re doing.
It could have just been a person running through the woods and the cows were running after them to see where they were going.
The DC Metro system has no public bathrooms. This causes problems, if you can imagine. I was starting my first week of work in Silver Spring, and as I was exiting the station, there was a woman in leather spandex stirrup pants yelling at the station manager she needed to use the bathroom. The station manager told her “we don’t have bathrooms, lady.” Back and forth as I passed them. Then the woman just said, “A-IIGHT!” backed up, pulled down the spandex, pulled aside her thong, squatted, and dropped a huge, coiling log right in front of the turnstiles.
We had a homeless (?) guy named “Gandalf.” he was named that because he wore a stadium jacket with a broken zipper, tied at the waist with a rope, big floppy hat, and a cane. Used to rant in tongues. Near where I worked was the (now former) Discovery Building, and during “Shark Week,” they put a HUGE inflatable shark “through” the building (head on one side, tail on the other. This thing was stories high). Gandalf used to spend time across the street, shouting biblical phrases at it like he was banishing some demon. Thanks for keeping us safe, Gandalf.
Before they build the STSS, there were “gangster types” that would hang around, gun handles poking from their waistbands. That stopped the DAY after football player Plaxico Burress nearly shot his dick off in a nightclub by having his gun stored in a similar way. Never saw guys flashing their gun like that since.
I feel bad for laughing at Gandalf yelling in tongues at a building sized inflatable shark, but damn that got me. Hope the guy is doing well now.
