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Went with the boys to a strip club down in Mexico. We were watching two girls rub whipped cream all over each other, when we heard a scream. We all looked up and one of the girls came running out of the bathroom yelling in Spanish.

One of the girls had just died of an overdose in the bathroom. Several men went upstairs, picked up the girl's limp body, and carried it downstairs and out the front door. All the girls were shaken and crying. Then the boss called them all into the back room while we all sat around gaping at each other.

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Five minutes later the girls came out with fresh makeup and smiles on their faces, acting like nothing had happened. We all got so creeped out we just went home.

When I was at the first appointment with my former therapist, she started with the dreaded, "so, what brings you in here?" question. My answer was a discombobulated jumble of vague statements, one thought half-finished before leading to the next. I could barely keep eye contact because of the shame, so I was talking mostly to my knees.

Finally I broke for a moment to try to gather my thoughts, and my therapist hit me with this: "Do you sit down in the shower?" She may as well have blown an airhorn. I don't remember how long I stared at her like she some demon before answering in the affirmative. I remember she looked a *little* satisfied - like she was glad she'd gotten that one right - before her expression disappeared.

It wasn't something that pinged my radar because I'd loved long, hot showers my whole life. But sitting during the shower was a (relatively) recent development at the time, and I only started because I wanted to stay in the shower with the hot, noisy water pounding on my head until it got cold, and standing was too much effort. Still, her educated guess both shook me and made me feel seen, in a way my previous therapist never accomplished.

My best friend set me up on a blind date straight after my divorce. I was 22 and she told me I "needed a good man". She told me all about how this guy had a good job and he was so nice blah. She would NOT tell me how old he was, and would only send me blurry pictures. I felt pressured so I went.

He was no where near as attractive as she had made him out to be, and much, much older than I expected. He looked at me and said, "she didn't tell you how old I was, did she?"

Anyway, this guy proceeds to drive me around his property, which is huge and beautiful out in the country in TN. He takes me up on a mountain on a four wheeler and proceeds to try to kiss me. I, being terrified I might be mur***ed out here in the middle of nowhere, let him and it was one of the worst kisses I have ever had. Then he proceeded to absolutely trash his ex wife because she turned out to be a les*ian while walking me around the house they lived in.

He then showed me the house he was living in with his brother which was basically just a shack.

It was awful. I now tell everyone she tries to set up about this experience, and let them know not to trust her.

Due to the bad economy and poor money

management, my parents have moved into the spare room of the house my husband and I bought a year ago. Things are mostly smooth, though I'm not the closest to them for several reasons I won't go into here.

The other evening I was out gardening (because it's hot during the day and we have the luck of having a streetlight right next to our front yard, keeping it pretty well illuminated even after sundown, I mostly garden at night), and I thought I had gotten the hose twisted, as it kept getting stuck. This went on for a bit, when I realized that it wasn't stuck, but being pulled. I looked into the dim area just past the illumination of the street light and spied my father, crouched over and tugging the hose. Well I did the only reasonable thing to do, and I sprayed him. He yelled and ran inside with me chasing.

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Once he got inside he made a face and goes "You can't get me now! I'm inside!!" In that father-to daughter-don't-you-make-a-mess tone of voice. I readied my hose, looked him in the eye and said, "It's my house." And just f***ing let loose with the hose. He was soaked. Worth cleaning up the mess for that moment of true fear in his eyes.

I played truth or dare with a mixed group of kids. I was spending the night at a friends house whose older sister was also having a sleep over. We were three years younger and were of an age where avoiding the girls was the safest bet, I think twelve or thirteen.

Anyways, the girls drug my two friends and I into a game of truth or dare. It got serious and a girl was dared to take me into a closet and "make a man" out of me.

The girl took me into the closet and sat down next to me. She held my hand, said we weren't going to do anything, and we stayed in there for about twenty minutes while the game continued. I think she sensed how scared and embarrassed I was. They knocked on the door a couple times but she would scream to go away. The whole time we were in there we talked about how stupid the game was, and that she was sorry that I got singled out. When we finally left, after the other kids got bored with the game, she explained the whole thing away by saying she chickened out and we just talked. The way she explained it, it didn't even become a thing and the night was as uneventful as any other night. #TruthorDare

I was rock climbing and this guy who was my belayer for the day was busy spending most of his time flirting with a cute girl who is friendly but seriously not into him. He gets chewed out by our lead for not paying attention, but he continues to not pay attention as he is incapable of picking up cues. Well, there's me, twenty five feet or so off the ground with my rope slack and feeling my hands slipping because I'm just running out of steam. Now having told him three times to pick up the slack, I look down and see he's completely ignoring me. My mistake was looking down, as I reach to re-adjust my weakening hold and slip. The rope shoots out of his limp, sausage like fingers and I began to fall (I know a properly tied off rope shouldn't do that. I don't know how he screwed that up too). My only thought is if I'm going to fall, I'll damn well land on him.

Well I did. I landed straight on his cushy body. I was barely injured. He was taken to hospital after having 80 odd kilos land on him from two stories up. I never happened to see him at that rock climbing club again.

I once bought a game and when I opened it outside the shop it had no disc in it, I went back and they didn't believe me so I argued with them for at least 30mins before they tried to kick me out saying I was scamming them. After about an hour (They kept telling me to leave and get out of the way and trying to then ignore me) in total I got them to check the CCTV and the manager hadn't put the disc in the case. Without a word he got a copy and threw it at me and stormed off.

I had a birth mark that was displaying all the classic signs of skin cancer but every time I tried telling my mum about the concerning symptoms, she brushed me off (she didn't even look). Eventually after 3-4 weeks I was taken to see a doctor and the situation then escalated very quickly (long story short I ended up having a cancerous 98K tumor the size of an orange removed). The doctor had many stern words with my mother after that.

Begged my parents to not send me to Dislike school as I wasn't feeling well, it was photo day so understandably they sent me because they thought I was lying to get out of it, got the photos back and can see the chicken pox around my neck.

I receive a call from my then girlfriend and she tells me that things are not working between us and she broke up with me over the phone, during which I tried to rationalize why, how, what went wrong, etc.

I rationalized and accepted and was ready to move on. I was sad and had no idea why did she broke up, heart tender obviously since the relationship was real for me at the time but she didn't want to listen so I had to accept it.

Few hours later, I get a call from her, I again ask her what went wrong, did I do anything wrong? At this point is when she said "I am just kidding. We are not really broken up. I was just testing you to see if you would fight for the relationship", which I did but she acted like she didn't want to listen. But at this point of time, I lost my temper, I said No. No that's not how any of this works. I hate to break it to you, but your plan backfired. We really are broken up, because you do NOT test me like this.

I was in so much grief and she was "just kidding".

Follow your company policy. I worked at Burger King, one of my co workers was taking an order from a lady who kept asking how much her total was, and then cancelling food on it and changing her mind. I guess she was trying to keep under a certain dollar amount?

Well at the Burger King I worked at, any cancelled food on an order needed a manager's password. So the manager had come by 3 or 4 times at that point. This was during dinnertime, mind you, so there was a line of customers out the door waiting.

Finally, my co-worker pulled out a pad of paper and a calculator. He started writing this woman's order down and totaling it out by hand. The woman asked him why he was doing that, and he told her "When you make up your mind about what you want, then I'll put it in the register."

This pissed off the lady, so she grabbed the notebook and tried to hit my co worker with it. He snatched it back from her and told her "Get out of here." My manager was only going to write him up for it, the manager agreed that the lady absolutely deserved it, but my manager had to follow company policy.

My grandfather did not die of a heart attack in the garage, my grandmother accidentally hit him with the car.

What happened was she was in the driveway trying to back out, he was standing in front of the car guiding her, she thought she was in reverse, she was looking back, pressed the gas, car went forward and pinned my grandfather against the garage door.

I was 6 at the time and I still remember her sobbing uncontrollably at his wake, almost screaming. She kept calling out to him. They had been married 52 years. She never drove after that, she would walk miles to the grocery store. She never spoke about how he died, but spoke about him all the time. She would always tell me stories and ask me about my memories of him so that I wouldn't forget them. She lived another 23 years with that guilt. She was a strong lady.

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Many years later, I had overheard my dad telling someone that his father had died of a car accident. I interjected and said "he died of a heart attack in a car, that's not a car accident". I was then let in on the family secret.