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I was on a bus going to work. A few stops before mine the bus gets cut off by another bus. The driver started yelling at the other driver then pulled over and got out of the bus to, I assume, escalate the conflict. We were near my stop anyway, so I got off before things could get hairy.
When I was 16, I took the city bus to school and we had bus tickets that you could buy at the local corner store. The corner store was a 3 block walk from my house, and I was going there one day to buy a sheet of tickets. As I set out walking, a man in a white van slowed down to whistle/shout sexual things, which is sadly something that teen girls experience regularly - that occurrence was just another usual day.
But then, the man started circling the block over and over as a method to follow me. When I hit the Main Street he pulled into a gas station to pause and see which business would go into. And when I entered the convenience store, he parked the white van in front and stood on the front steps smoking and blocking all exit points.
I asked the convenience store clerk if he had a back exit I could run away through. He did not, but the man went to the front steps and yelled at the man and got him to leave. He parked across the street still watching, so I waited in the store until I saw ANY bus coming to the nearby stop and immediately got on. I took that to a crowded shopping mall and passed enough time until I felt that I could get back to what I was planning to do that day.
Life is disgusting for teen girls.
I’m sorry that happened to you
It wasn’t an immediate turn heel, and leave moment, but my wife and I had talked about moving out of Texas for a while. Mainly driven by our son with special needs. We had been paying tens of thousands dollars a year for therapy and constantly fighting with his school to get the services he needed. Then last year things went downhill fast. We ended up pulling him out of school because one of the teachers told us they found him in the parking lot laying under a car. Not surprised he would do that, he is opposed with cars and especially exhaust systems, but he was supposed to have a paraprofessional with him all day, so we really wondered how he got away like. Unfortunately, he has communication problems, so he couldn’t tell us. We had already been in talks with a lawyer about bringing a lawsuit to challenge the services they were offering. But his IEP already said he was supposed to have a para with him. When the lawyer told us it would cost $10-15k just to bring a lawsuit to force them to do what they are already legally required to do, we decided that was it. We were leaving Texas.
We ended up in Connecticut and it was the best decision we ever made. There are so many services here for him. He is truly thriving. My wife and I don’t immediately tense up when we see the school calling. I broke into tears during my first meeting with them because it was all about what they could do for him. Versus every meeting ever in Texas where they made us feel like he was a burden on the school.
I have some friends that are conservative and are constantly complaining about the high tax here in the northeast, but this is the exact stuff I point to when it comes up. You get what you pay for. You couldn’t pay me to move to the south.
I realized a long time ago that in the South your death might be a political stepping stone to higher office for some Republican asshole. Never live in The South
I hate that all the states with warm weather are run by cunts. Can’t there be at least ONE state with good weather and non-fascist government?
Hawaii
Not only do I know that my taxes are going to the betterment of the community, but in the end I actually save money. Not just with the therapy and things my son now gets through school. But the sales tax and property taxes are lower. Plus a my insurance premiums are substantially lower. My home owners insurance when from $12k a year to $2k because people don’t want to write insurance for places like Texas anymore.
Texas can be nice to stop by for a brief visit. Any longer and you start seeing some of its more problematic side.
we were planning to stick out a major bushfire that was approaching but we had the truck loaded just in case, done prep work etc then my (f) partner, who was a firefighter, was called by her Captain and he said they are pulling the strike team out as its too dangerous… i literally said " we are leaving now " and we did and drove though the fire.
new casino opened in my small town. took my wife. she wanted to play one slot machine. she lost $20 pretty quick and I begrudgingly pulled another 20. she hit $100 with just $3 more. we cashed out and went home.
Everyone’s hair started levitating. I freaked out and insisted we all leave the mountain top lookout immediately.
Massive bolt hit our prior location about a minute later.
Cool, I never realised there could be possible warnings of lightning strikes.
I’m pretty sure we got taught about that in school, though I forgot most of it, including what you’re supposed to do…
2am subway station in Vienna. Had been drinking all night, really had to pee. Walked in to the bathroom, saw dude with a spoon and a lighter doing his crack thing and did a sweet 180 Michael Jackson spin on my rear heel and was out the door before it even closed from my opening it.
Had never seen anything like that in real life but didn’t need to look twice.
No offense, but that’s a rookie move. I used to visit a public market in Seattle on weekends and there was always someone in the public bathroom just drugged out on the floor. As long as they aren’t bothering other people, a just took a piss and left.
Not really a thing in vienna to actually see someone doing something like that in a toilet. At most, snorting something. If I would see something lying around in the toilet that would be something no one would ignore here, but call someone to figure out if they need help.
Very different to Seattle apparently.
“no offense but”, classic Seattle. I was on a different continent but heard your Seattle condescension sound and clear.
You kind of seem desperate to brag about how cool you think you play situations; different countries and cultures and everyone’s risk tolerance is different. You should start a thread about how cool you are and share with a Seattle community, they probably are cooler and did it first.
Lighter and spoon is heroin, not crack. That dude was way too invested in getting high to care about anything you would have been doing.
You’re trying to correct something and are uninformed, not adding a ton to the convo.
"A spoon is frequently used in the preparation of certain drugs, primarily heroin and crack cocaine. For heroin, a spoon serves as a heating vessel to dissolve the powdered or tar form of the drug. Heroin is often mixed with water in the spoon, and heat is applied from underneath with a lighter to facilitate dissolution, to create a liquid for injection. A small piece of cotton or a cigarette filter is sometimes placed in the spoon to act as a filter, drawing the liquid into a syringe while leaving behind impurities.
Crack cocaine, a rock-like form of cocaine, can also be prepared using a spoon. Powdered cocaine is mixed with baking soda (sodium bicarbonate) and a small amount of water in the spoon. This mixture is then heated, causing a chemical reaction that separates the cocaine base, forming an oily mass that solidifies into crack cocaine “rocks” upon cooling. While crack is primarily smoked, the spoon is used in this “cooking” process to transform the powder into its smokable crack form."
You’re quoting from somewhere, but not citing your sources, which doesn’t really add to the conversation either, for all we know you’re just copy and pasting some AI-hallucinated bullshit, and it kind of reads like it might be because that last sentence is a bit of a mess.
Now, sure, you technically can cook crack in a spoon, and I’m also absolutely certain that some people have, maybe even on a regular basis.
But at least around me, most crackheads aren’t usually out cooking their own crack in the field, they’re buying rocks from their dealer. That’s one of the reasons crack got big- higher profit margins for the dealer. Maybe the situation is different in Vienna, I honestly can’t can’t say I’ve ever talked to any Austrian crackheads about their local drug culture. And on the user’s end the draw is that it has a faster, more intense high, and having to make your own crack before you can smoke it kind of takes away from that a bit.
And it can be prepared in a spoon for injection like heroin, but like your quote said, most of the time people prefer to smoke it.
It can also be smoked from a spoon in a pinch if they can’t get their hands on a more suitable crack pipe, and giving you the benefit of the doubt that it was in fact crack, I’d bet that’s what you saw, but that’s a different process than what’s described in whatever you quoted.
To add, typically to cook crack you take 36oz of coke mixing it with water in a pot on the stove, next step to make your boulders add baking soda, if the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up, finally just wait til it gets hard, then bag it up you got a key homie that’s The Recipe
Wasn’t me but your story reminded me of my fiance on the bus a few years ago.
He was riding the bus with headphones on. All of a sudden he sees everyone on the bus start ducking under the seats except him. He’s like hm that’s weird what’s goin on. Like 5-10 seconds go by and he takes his headphones off and realizes someone was shooting a gun outside and a stray bullet went straight through the bus. Nobody was hurt.
Good headphones.
This is bending the prompt somewhat, but I was once almost struck by lightning. I was walking home through a park, and based on how soon I had been hearing the thunder after each flash of lightning, the storm was basically right on top of me. I was feeling pretty nervous, and tried to take a route with minimal tall trees, but I was a teenager and didn’t know what else to do but to keep heading home
All of a sudden, I was filled with a sense of foreboding, and I felt an overwhelming instinct to get away from where I currently was. It was so strong that I dove off to the side, before I heard one of the loudest sounds I had ever heard. Based on where the lightning had seemed to hit, I was very lucky, as it looked like I would have been caught in it had I been standing where I was a moment before. I assume that the wrongness I was feeling before I jumped aside was subconsciously recognising the electric charge buildup in the air or something. I don’t know.
Either way, I’m glad I jumped. In an alternate timeline, I’d have dove and felt very silly after nothing at all happened. Or alternatively, I might have jumped aside and still been affected. Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It always amazes me how good our instinct of just “something is terribly wrong”. I’ve avoided cars on the highway that would have hit me off not for “that person’s driving is suspect” and moved out of the way
our brains are wired for survival entirely based on observations we don’t even realize our brains are making.
a good study of this tested people with TBIs that severed their left and right hemispheres, thus making them independent lobes that could not directly communicate (or so scientists thought).
the study would show people two pictures to each eye independently. the subjects could only see one. when asked questions about the picture they would reference the one they couldn’t see.
for example: picture one was of a chicken coop, and picture two was of a snow shovel. when asked how they would clean the coop, the subject answered “snow shovel”. when asked why a “snow shovel” the subject became confused and sometimes frustrated because they couldn’t express why they didn’t just say “shovel”.
study found that even though you can’t comprehend everything around you, that doesn’t mean your brain is unaware of everything around you.
some people are more in-tune with this and seem to have a sixth sense, when in reality everyone has the ability to they just failed to train their access to it.
I read a book recently that discussed similar issues. Called Blindsight. Really good book if you like sci-fi.
Excellent read, highly recommend.
The sequel was a bit meh, but required reading I’d say
My wife and I were on vacation at a beach town in Europe with lots of really cool old things to see. A local said he knew of a cool thing off the beaten path a little. Like idiots we followed him for a little bit until we realized by off the beaten path a little, he meant completely away from everyone. We noped out of that before he got us completely isolated so he and his friends could likely jump us.
My family was about to walk into a Target in south Florida when two police cars, driving much faster than was safe for a parking lot, pulled up to the front doors. Their lights were off, but my wife and I made eye contact and turned our kids around.
Generally speaking, officers of the law exceeding the speed limit is always a “avoid this area” signal for me.
In like 2008 I was coming back from an overnight airsoft event in rural Texas at like 3am and had to stop for gas. I pulled into the only gas station in a small town just off the highway and was just about to get out of the truck when a sketchy dude walks out from behind the gas pump and started asking me questions through my window hey man, cool truck, is that yours or your parents, where you coming from? I rolled out of there real fast and found a safer stop up the road.
Keep in mind, I was in military gear at the time because I was young and dumb, but that didn’t stop sketchy McCrackhead from chatting me up.
Airsoft gear does not look like military gear. It looks like military role play, which looks obvious to most people. I think that was part of why they felt so comfortable approaching you
Airsoft gear does not look like military gear.
I used to do the odd paintball in surplus gear. Without the face shield it was the same kind of kit I used to wear for work.
At 3 am in the dark from inside a car you think you could tell a difference? I’ll agree the cheap stuff I had was not super realistic but I wouldn’t mess with it. It was really dumb of me to have not changed out of if at the time. People in law enforcement have really itchy triggers nowadays.
My first date with my wife, we were waiting to order and someone came up to me and tried to sell me an 8 Ball and some acid.
but were the drugs good though?
Good enough to get me married.
I know that I’m obviously missing that “8-Ball” is a drug reference to something, but I choose to believe that this person walked up to your table, offered to sell you acid, and basically said “if you get 15 tabs, I’ll throw in this resin billiard ball for free.”, pulled out an actual 8-ball, and slammed it down on the table, with a look on their face like they had just made the most compelling argument possible.
An 8 ball is a measurement for cocaine.
Thanks.
Not very exciting, but loved hanging out on beaches on the west coast. This one went from a dock to a nice sandy beach that was bordered by a clay cliff. Well, a friend and I roll up and run quite a distance (ah, youthful energy!) exploring along the clay cliffs when the waves get weirdly big and loud. I guess the tide was actually coming in, not going out, and the cliffs weren’t climbable. Only way safely out was off the beach and back to the dock. The stretch we were on wasn’t even accesible at high tide, totally underwater. My friend was a big fella, but he tucked it in and ran with me like Ive never seen him run before. We were fine, but I remember feeling that realization strike.
going into a tunnel with 4 lanes: 1 left and 1 middle and 1 right lane all going toward tunnel, the outside rightmost lane is to go around the bridge (not toward tunnel). I was in the middle lane.
I had a gut feeling or something but the traffic was unusually slow. So i went ahead and drove to the rightmost lane and exited.
After exiting, we are 2kms away but i saw ambulance entering from the opposite lanes. So the 4 lanes on our left should have vehicles moving away from the tunnel. But some serious stuff went down such that ambulance must drive in opposite direction.
It turned out some electric cars malfunctioned and one of the car’s battery combusted due to hot weather.
Rural Thailand. About an hour out of Chiang Mai. Bunch of the lads in the Muay Thai gym I trained out of were having fights at this event. Great experience. All going very smoothly and culturally very different (I’d say our small group were the only non-Thais there and we were with a bunch of Thais) which was great.
Now the Thais are very fond of betting on these fights and sometimes the bets are big. Spices things up. Anyway later on in the evening one lad kicks another up and down the ring but the judges call it for the other side.
The crowd went absolutely wild thinking it was a fix (honestly I think it was, it wasn’t even close). The judges were starting to get bustled away for their safety and I see some very very irate lad coming with a hammer ready to do some damage.
Funnily enough one of the other Irish lads I was with who spent a long time over there training and fighting was fully chill. I was not haha.
It was a long time ago so I can’t remember with certainty if that was the end of the night but I think it was.
I loved my time in Chiang Mai, I could totally imagine this happening
Superb city. Absolutely loved it there. Was not a fan of Bangkok tbh but CM was great.
This little event (edit: it wasn’t little actually, bad description, there were throngs there) was really in the arse end of nowhere. Absolutely fantastic experience. I threw a few words of Thai at one guy when trying to find the toilet and we instantly became besties.
Love the Thais generally. They’re so kind and patient.
Absolutely. I arrived thinking the name “land of smiles” was just tourist marketing but it’s completely true. I enjoyed having a pint of Guinness in the random “Irish” pub in CM too. It was too novel not to.
Haha. How was the pint? The rule is that Guinness usually doesn’t travel well. I don’t go to the pub very often but always drink Guinness when I do but I find it grand abroad tbh.
One of my best memories of CM was a BBQ place that was incredible. Nom nom nom nom nom.
Having had pints in Ireland and the US… not the best, haha
Hahaha. I guess it was a stretch to expect in fairness.
