I was in the upstairs bathroom at my parents’ place which had a skylight you could open. I did, and half of a hornet’s nest fell from it. I slammed the window shut as quick as I could and then looked down. The other half was floating in the toilet with the hornets momentarily dazed. I closed the lid and flushed. When I peeked under the lid, it was gone.
This is like a condensed movie! Jump scare, epic battle, moments of stark terror, problem resolved - or was it? Clearly open for a sequel. And also a better love story than Twilight!
Clearly open for a sequel.
Hmm…now that I think of it, there’s a tenant renting the upstairs these days. I hope someone told her about the hornets?
“Dodge this.”
You did that.
I went to work for a company in an entry-level, unskilled position. That company had a mentality of hiring from within and training for positions rather than hiring qualified external candidates. Because of that company, I managed to develop a career and am currently making over 6 times what I was earning when I started there 12 years ago. I’m no longer at the same company, but I am incredibly grateful for how lucky I was for things to fall into place the way they did.
That’s brains and hard work. Lemmy does not accept that as a way to move forward. Next time try to dig on capitalism or nepotism or some other -ism. No one gets ahead by hard work. No one.
Put the fries in the bag
My wife cheated on me. That was lucky because, when her family found out, she was humiliated, and didn’t demand that I sell the house to give her half, she just walked away. Had she not cheated, and just divorced me, I likely would have been forced to sell the house at the bottom of the market. We would have each gotten less than $10,000.
Now, the mortgage is nearly paid off, and the house is worth three times what it was when we divorced.
Nice! I’m a guy who also kept the house. It’s a small Habitat for Humanity place, but its got a big yard and I’m on the edge of town.
Ex is living in rent-to-own shack in bumfuck Arkansas with the kids. Literally a one stoplight town. At least the kids get to live here 1/4 of the year.
When I was 16 or so a blade broke off the ceiling fan in my bedroom and landed directly on my pillow. I had just woken up and was in the shower when it happened and came back to find it like that. If I’d slept in just a few minutes I would’ve taken that fan blade right to my head.
Hah! Reminds me of having moved out of dad’s basement. 6-months later the wall caved in on my bed, couple of tons of concrete. SPLAT.
Oh shit, that must’ve felt weird to see
My ex was having a girls night with some friends and accidentally butt dialled me while she was having sex with her ex, I could hear them clearly but she had no idea. She came home acting like everything was normal, I would never have known if it weren’t for the butt dial, dodged a bullet
That will teach her ass.
Unfortunately it’ll probably teach her the wrong lesson.
Oh god. Not as bad, but my ex-wife butt dialed me from the operating theater.
“Yeah, he wants to have kids. LOL, fuck all that!”
Yeah, I heard that.
Moments after unloading a patient from my ambulance, a jeep slammed into the rear end. It was blamed on “solar glare”.
My partner, myself, and our patient probably would’ve been killed.
I met one of my now closest friends at the end of a Halloween party just as things were shutting down and everyone was leaving.
As she was walking by, she randomly announced that she was going to see a band next week. One that I had already bought tickets for. We talked briefly and exchanged numbers. We saw the band together and hung out a few more times but I think after the third time we hung out, we knew we were best friends.
We both weren’t even supposed to go to that Halloween party. Both of us had very different plans and somehow ended up at the party as something to do. The timing for us to meet was just so tiny and it doesn’t even feel real sometimes.
Nice! Met my best friend laying on my couch reading one of my books. Fuck is this guy?! One of my loser roommates friends?
“Dragonlance is badass!”
“You’re on the first book of the second trilogy. Here, read Dragons of Autumn Twilight before you ruin the plot.”
SEE: username
I found $360 in the street in Boston one time when I was 12 years old or so.
Hey, that’s mine! Corner of Congress & Hanover… I drew lipstick on one of the $20s.
Venmo my cash, buddy!
Reno: I put a dollar into a penny slot, pressed two buttons, won $1700, and immediately cashed out.
6 years ago, I had a hard time sleeping and felt “weird”, so I thought my blood sugar was low. I picked up my glucometer and on the way to the living room, I dropped it 3 or 4 times. I’m fairly clumsy and I was tired, so I didn’t think much of it.
When I got to the living room and tested, my sugar was normal and I said “Well, it’s not low blood sugar” out loud to myself and heard the awful slurring. I knew it was a stroke. In the 2 minutes it took me to stumble out of the bedroom, I had progressed to having to hold myself up as I went back to the bedroom to have my wife call 911. Before the paramedics got there, I was almost completely paralyzed on my right side. In the ambulance, I was paralyzed on that side.
Luckily, the hospital nearest me is known for its great stroke response and had a portable CT scanner so they could rule out a hemorrhagic stroke, which meant they could give me the clot-buster drug, TPA. I walked out of the hospital 2 1/2 days later at about 95% of where I was before the stroke. My deficits are very minor and if you didn’t know, you’d never think I was a stroke survivor.
Exploring a city drain, and I leapt over a puddle, and mid-air I kinda saw something and ducked my head sideways. Turned out I’d leapt directly into a 30cm piece of sharp, rusty reinforcing rod that was hanging out of the ceiling and bent directly toward my eyes. I don’t really know how I avoided it, but if I hadn’t, it may well have been an instant involuntary lobotomy…
I was quite lucky finding cash on the ground some time ago. I found 50 euro bill two times, 20 one time 10 another one and i think 5 one or two times.
Oh thank goodness! I was looking for those!
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Not sure that counts as luck lol but congrats!
Growing up, my mother was a opioid/heroin addict. My dad had divorced her, but she had joint custody and my brother and I would go visit on the weekend. There was one night where she was going to drive us to get fast food. I was 8 years old at the time. She had taken pills right before the drive and nodded off on a busy, fast moving main road. We crossed over the yellow lines and I unbuckled my seatbelt to try to get her to wake up as a tractor trailer was coming at us. We veered off the road and hit a telephone pole, missing that truck by like two seconds
Heysus. And to think my ex tried to keep my kids away from me.
I won some Tupperware at bingo in the church basement when I was nine years old.
But don’t you wish you could still feel as excited now as you did as a 9 year old? :)
Ok you guys are pushing it