strange/wierd/funny things that have happened to you.

[Dave7]

This is absolutely true.........although I cannot mention names for obvious reasons.
A few years ago I had a dispute with the council and met with a local solicitor that seemed to specialise in this type of problem. I had written to him with basics of the problem.
When the secretary showed me in "he" was sitting behind his desk. After verbally explaining in more detail he stood up to get the file out of the drawer............................
He was wearing a skirt, tights (maybe stockings??) and high heeled shoes.
It was (for me) a surreal moment.

 

[stephec]

This is absolutely true.........although I cannot mention names for obvious reasons.
A few years ago I had a dispute with the council and met with a local solicitor that seemed to specialise in this type of problem. I had written to him with basics of the problem.
When the secretary showed me in "he" was sitting behind his desk. After verbally explaining in more detail he stood up to get the file out of the drawer............................
He was wearing a skirt, tights (maybe stockings??) and high heeled shoes.
It was (for me) a surreal moment.

What about his briefs?

 

[Vidor06]

I was in Paris as a 21 year old. We were there at a 'artistic' festival. 4 of us decided to seek out a local hostelry to sample their wares. When we got to the closest establishment it was closed for a private party. We were about to leave when a guy came out and started to chat. To offered to take the 4 of us to somewhere similar. We thought, why not. So we all piled into his rusty Renault and after a few minutes of frantic driving arrived at a bar in a shopping centre. We explained that this wasnt what we were after. So again we piled into the car and the next thing we knew we were at his house being filled with red wine and pastiche. His beautiful African wife and kids were running around as if this was totally normal. After about an hour we realised that maybe it was time to head back. This was confirmed when he sidled up to me and basically asked me to make him a financial offer for his young daughter. At that point we exited stage right only to realise we needed him to take us back to where we started. The journey back was a little frought as not only was he quite drunk but he was still wanting to know whether we had a deal.
The following night we were at a festival on the outskirts of quite a rough area and 2 of the folk with us got robbed and another girl fleed from what she was sure was likely to be a serious sexual assault.
Then the next night we were sitting outside the youth hostel round a fire singing and playing guitar when a group of lads joined us. No problem. Within a few minutes a few of them made inappropriate advances to one of the girls in the company, so we chased them off. They arrived back a few minutes later with fire extinguishers and sticks ready for a scrap. A brief skirmish ensued before again they were run off. It turned out they were young offenders from Marseille staying in another part of the hostel.

A scary, weird, strange and in hindsight funny trip to Paris. Hard to believe so much can happen in one trip but at least i wasnt put off returning to Paris which i still enjoy visiting nearly 20 years later.

 

[swee'pea99]

Apologies for it not being something that happened to me, but the thread title put me in mind of this, from Bill Bryson, which I ran into recently:

 

[colly]

I've posted this before a couple of years ago under the ''Dialogue ]from your day thread''

The dialogue was: 'It's OK he's just a bit spooked' Not much dialogue really, but it was bizarre anyway.


I took the dog for his evening constitutional and the route this evening took me along a ginnel. (alley) It is perhaps 100m end to end, maybe a little more. Stone wall to one side and a high fence overhung by trees on the other side. It is lit by street lights but for the centre part of the ginnel the light is obscured by the trees, so it's pretty dark. The ginnel is 'S' shaped and so you can't see the centre section from either end. So far so ordinary.
Approaching the centre section I can smell cigarette smoke so I'm not surprised when I round the bend to see someone standing in the shadows. The dog is dawdling and sniffing along slowly and as I approach this figure I see it is a tallish bloke, dressed in I think jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket. He has a motorcycle helmet on, with the visor raised.

He is drinking a mug of tea

A few more slow steps, because of the dog still dawdling, and I spy another figure in the darker shadows. A woman. Older than the bloke I'd guess. Dressed in a red dressing gown, wearing pink pyjamas and smoking

The ginnel is only 5 or 6 feet wide so I tug the dogs lead to hurry him up and he finally catches sight of the couple. He is a wimp of the first order so he scuttles close to my legs keeping me between them and him and growls, and I say ...............'It's OK he's just a bit spooked.'

50m into a dark alley, dressed in motorbike gear, drinking a mug of tea, talking to a woman in pink pyjamas ?

 

[wormo]

This is absolutely true.........although I cannot mention names for obvious reasons.
A few years ago I had a dispute with the council and met with a local solicitor that seemed to specialise in this type of problem. I had written to him with basics of the problem.
When the secretary showed me in "he" was sitting behind his desk. After verbally explaining in more detail he stood up to get the file out of the drawer............................
He was wearing a skirt, tights (maybe stockings??) and high heeled shoes.
It was (for me) a surreal moment.

I know who you mean, well known in the professional circles.

 

[Garry A]

I went for a job interview years ago and my mother kept telling me to look the interviewer right in the eye when I answered his questions.

Got into the interview and the guy had eyes like Marty Feldman, I kept switching between eyes when I spoke to him.

I didn't get the job.

 

[wormo]

Couldn't say but his Sunday lunches are famous.

 

[Cubist]

New to a particular area of Halifax in the late 1980s, I was sent to a job at a house just round the corner from the station. I walked up the path, knocked on the door, and absolutely jumped out of my skin when a piebald horse stuck its head out of the lounge bay window and snorted down my neck.

 

[TVC]

New to a particular area of Halifax in the late 1980s, I was sent to a job at a house just round the corner from the station. I walked up the path, knocked on the door, and absolutely jumped out of my skin when a piebald horse stuck its head out of the lounge bay window and snorted down my neck.

That's not unusual for Halifax.

 

[classic33]

Been carried out of Midnight Mass, by the local undertaker and staff. Then being loaded into the hearse, no ambulance.
Then driven to the nearest hospital, via a local doctors, who seemed a bit uneasy with the hearse pulling up outside his house.
Hospital none to keen on a hearse "unloading" at the main entrance, with the rear passenger walking in.

 

[classic33]

New to a particular area of Halifax in the late 1980s, I was sent to a job at a house just round the corner from the station. I walked up the path, knocked on the door, and absolutely jumped out of my skin when a piebald horse stuck its head out of the lounge bay window and snorted down my neck.

Assuming Harrison Road, and not the public entrance, there was a blacksmiths up there. Used to shoe the local mounted sections horses.

 

[Ganymede]

I was at drama school with an American girl - we became best mates. A few years later she moved to LA and I went out for a visit. We did a long road trip together and were driving through Arizona in the dark. We decided to stop at the next bar for a rest and refreshment stop. I was at the wheel and was thinking and talking about something else and didn't take the turning, so we went to the next bar instead.

Woman serving at the bar, sounded like a native Arizonan but was actually from Sweden, turns out she had been to the same drama school as us and we spend an hour talking about all the teachers we had shared.

 

[Cubist]

Assuming Harrison Road, and not the public entrance, there was a blacksmiths up there. Used to shoe the local mounted sections horses.

No, Grove Avenue, Ovenden. Ex traveller family.

 

[Mad Doug Biker]

50m into a dark alley, dressed in motorbike gear, drinking a mug of tea, talking to a woman in pink pyjamas ?

Maybe you found a local dogging spot!!

New to a particular area of Halifax in the late 1980s, I was sent to a job at a house just round the corner from the station. I walked up the path, knocked on the door, and absolutely jumped out of my skin when a piebald horse stuck its head out of the lounge bay window and snorted down my neck.

Was the horse a relation to the woman in the pink pajamas??