Most horrific public interaction
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reggie82 said:
On Remembrance Day last year a bell rang in our office to mark the start of the 2 minute silence. One of my colleagues hadn't twigged what it was for and started shouting out 'bring out your dead', I've never seen anyone look so mortified as him when he realised!
That must've been rather embarrassing...but also hilarious
A few years ago my wife and I had gone out to a market town for the day, as you do. We were exploring the local shops and in one particular shop my wife wandered a few feet away. There was an old lady just a couple feet away from her and unfortunately she tripped over a fitting, falling to the floor.
My wife went to give her a hand whereupon the old lady started shouting at her and accusing my wife of tripping her over. She got quite vocal and some other shoppers started tutting at my wife who was mortified at what was happening.
After attempting to explain the old woman had tripped I decided the best thing to do was exit the shop due to the looks we were getting.
It fair spoiled my wife's day being falsely accused in such a public way, and to this day if I mention it she gets hot and bothered. Needless to say I don't do that much
My wife went to give her a hand whereupon the old lady started shouting at her and accusing my wife of tripping her over. She got quite vocal and some other shoppers started tutting at my wife who was mortified at what was happening.
After attempting to explain the old woman had tripped I decided the best thing to do was exit the shop due to the looks we were getting.
It fair spoiled my wife's day being falsely accused in such a public way, and to this day if I mention it she gets hot and bothered. Needless to say I don't do that much
kiethton said:
My issues seem to be down to homeless people...
First was in San Francisco when I was ~16, standard homeless man asking for cash as I and my younger brother walk past - "sorry, no change mate I reply"
He leaps up and gets in my face, "mate, mate I'm not your mate!" he starts up, just because I'm homeless etc....tell him to f
k off and carry on walking a little bemused...maybe mate has a different meaning there?
Next one was last year in Bromley, the alley between the Sainsburys car park and the run-down top of the high street, homeless man again sitting down, asking for cash - "no change mate I reply", to which he demands a note...I laugh as he starts getting aggressive - others walking by at this time - "why wont you give me a note" etc - I tell him that you only get them if you have a job and work for it, other people walking by crack out laughing as he gets even more pissed off and I carry on...
I was chased by a homeless deadbeat once. First was in San Francisco when I was ~16, standard homeless man asking for cash as I and my younger brother walk past - "sorry, no change mate I reply"
He leaps up and gets in my face, "mate, mate I'm not your mate!" he starts up, just because I'm homeless etc....tell him to f
k off and carry on walking a little bemused...maybe mate has a different meaning there?Next one was last year in Bromley, the alley between the Sainsburys car park and the run-down top of the high street, homeless man again sitting down, asking for cash - "no change mate I reply", to which he demands a note...I laugh as he starts getting aggressive - others walking by at this time - "why wont you give me a note" etc - I tell him that you only get them if you have a job and work for it, other people walking by crack out laughing as he gets even more pissed off and I carry on...
Skyrat said:
"reactions"
Here we go with the 'Israel wouldn't hurt a fly if it wasn't for the big bad Palestinians' guff.
here we go with the "Palestinians are all a group of saints" routine. There are faults on both sides (launching rockets from hospitals anyone? Using live ammo to disperse peaceful and legal protests anyone?)Here we go with the 'Israel wouldn't hurt a fly if it wasn't for the big bad Palestinians' guff.
When I was a schoolboy of perhaps 11 or 12 I was in a field near a public park having just been watching model aircraft being flown in a designated area. After a while I got on my bike and rode off through a gap in a hedgerow as a shortcut towards home. I got off my bike to lift it over a ditch and an old bloke emerged from the hedgerow and said "Why don't you stick it up a girl's bottom? It'll do you good!" For years after that whenever I heard Bernard Miles on the TV ad for Mackeson saying "It looks good, tastes good, and by golly, it does you good!" I'd think of this old bloke and his confusing advice - well I had no idea what the Hell he was on about! If I hadn't made my excuses and left smartish I daresay I might have found out!
irocfan said:
Skyrat said:
"reactions"
Here we go with the 'Israel wouldn't hurt a fly if it wasn't for the big bad Palestinians' guff.
here we go with the "Palestinians are all a group of saints" routine. There are faults on both sides (launching rockets from hospitals anyone? Using live ammo to disperse peaceful and legal protests anyone?)Here we go with the 'Israel wouldn't hurt a fly if it wasn't for the big bad Palestinians' guff.
Alex_225 said:
I can honestly (and thankfully) say that I've never received any of the grief some of you guys have done.
Staggered by the rage from the charity worker as well. My mum used to run a shop for Marie Curie and when they did Daffodil day where people would go out collecting with the money boxes, they were told specifically not to shake them at people, just stand there awaiting donations.
As I understand it, you can't ask for a donation or rattle your money box as it classifies as 'begging', you just stand there and gratefully receive donations.Staggered by the rage from the charity worker as well. My mum used to run a shop for Marie Curie and when they did Daffodil day where people would go out collecting with the money boxes, they were told specifically not to shake them at people, just stand there awaiting donations.
Not sure how the 'Chuggers' get 'round this though.
New Year's Eve 2002, I was 18 and with two of my other very middle class friends we agreed to go to a house party in London with a girl we didn't know too well but were probably all trying to get with.
Anyway one of the other guys was driving us in his Renault 5 and we pull up and park on the road about 20 doors down in what we are sensing isn't the nicest area and the four of us start walking to the house. On arrival it looks like a scene from Straight Outta Compton with people sitting on walls and bins and hanging around outside all looking out of it, hoods up etc and one of them shouts "ya not facking coming in".
Feeling pretty relieved we turned around and started to walk back to the car when we heard some whispering and then "actually ya can facking come in". Realising this wouldn't be a good move we started walking away faster at which point a bottle smashed behind us and about 20 people with weapons piled out of the house and started chasing us leading to a full on sprint to the car. They were hurling bricks and bottles and one whipped out a samurai sword (as you do). We piled into the car with the windows being caved in around us and obviously the driver was shaking so hard he was struggling to get the key in the ignition. Finally did and we got away as fast as we could, back to suburbia where my dad taped up the windows and mum made us a cuppa.
At the time we didn't actually think a huge amount of it after a couple of days but reading it back and remembering it I can't believe how serious it was. It was literally like something out of a movie, people hanging off the car while we drove off etc. Somehow none of us had more than a few minor bruises though my best mate had the back of his legs cut slightly with the sword. Terrifying stuff.
Another in the last 6 months is when I left my office to walk 45 seconds to the newsagent, turned the corner and some scruff in his 40s who had just picked his 5 year old son up from school skateboarded straight into me. When I pointed out that he shouldn't really be skateboarding on the pavement he said, "shut the fk up or I'll wrap this round your head". I replied "Are you actually being serious, you're going to do that in broad daylight in front of your young son over nothing" he picked the board up and said "Yes I am fking serious" at which point I shook my head and walked the remaining 10 yards to the shop. Nice way to set a young lad an example!
Anyway one of the other guys was driving us in his Renault 5 and we pull up and park on the road about 20 doors down in what we are sensing isn't the nicest area and the four of us start walking to the house. On arrival it looks like a scene from Straight Outta Compton with people sitting on walls and bins and hanging around outside all looking out of it, hoods up etc and one of them shouts "ya not facking coming in".
Feeling pretty relieved we turned around and started to walk back to the car when we heard some whispering and then "actually ya can facking come in". Realising this wouldn't be a good move we started walking away faster at which point a bottle smashed behind us and about 20 people with weapons piled out of the house and started chasing us leading to a full on sprint to the car. They were hurling bricks and bottles and one whipped out a samurai sword (as you do). We piled into the car with the windows being caved in around us and obviously the driver was shaking so hard he was struggling to get the key in the ignition. Finally did and we got away as fast as we could, back to suburbia where my dad taped up the windows and mum made us a cuppa.
At the time we didn't actually think a huge amount of it after a couple of days but reading it back and remembering it I can't believe how serious it was. It was literally like something out of a movie, people hanging off the car while we drove off etc. Somehow none of us had more than a few minor bruises though my best mate had the back of his legs cut slightly with the sword. Terrifying stuff.
Another in the last 6 months is when I left my office to walk 45 seconds to the newsagent, turned the corner and some scruff in his 40s who had just picked his 5 year old son up from school skateboarded straight into me. When I pointed out that he shouldn't really be skateboarding on the pavement he said, "shut the f
k up or I'll wrap this round your head". I replied "Are you actually being serious, you're going to do that in broad daylight in front of your young son over nothing" he picked the board up and said "Yes I am fking serious" at which point I shook my head and walked the remaining 10 yards to the shop. Nice way to set a young lad an example!Edited by olimain on Friday 19th August 10:59
Nothing like some of the threats and violence above, more to do with beggars:
I was walking towards Trafalgar Square to get a night bus home one summer night and at Cambridge Circus a guy comes up to me, not quite stopping me but alongside, asking for money. He didn't look too derelict as he was quite young and not filthy so I reached in my pocket and pulled £2.20 - a £2 coin and a 20p. I gave him the 20p and he said "Oi, give me the £2." I explained that it was my bus fair (which it genuinely was, I was out of cash) and he just said "give it to me". He still had his hand out with the 20p in it so I said "well if you're going to be ungrateful I'll have that back" and plucked the 20p straight out of his upturned hand and walked off.
He called me a and I just kept on going. I may have laughed as I did so...
I was walking towards Trafalgar Square to get a night bus home one summer night and at Cambridge Circus a guy comes up to me, not quite stopping me but alongside, asking for money. He didn't look too derelict as he was quite young and not filthy so I reached in my pocket and pulled £2.20 - a £2 coin and a 20p. I gave him the 20p and he said "Oi, give me the £2." I explained that it was my bus fair (which it genuinely was, I was out of cash) and he just said "give it to me". He still had his hand out with the 20p in it so I said "well if you're going to be ungrateful I'll have that back" and plucked the 20p straight out of his upturned hand and walked off.
He called me a
and I just kept on going. I may have laughed as I did so...GM182 said:
Nothing like some of the threats and violence above, more to do with beggars:
I was walking towards Trafalgar Square to get a night bus home one summer night and at Cambridge Circus a guy comes up to me, not quite stopping me but alongside, asking for money. He didn't look too derelict as he was quite young and not filthy so I reached in my pocket and pulled £2.20 - a £2 coin and a 20p. I gave him the 20p and he said "Oi, give me the £2." I explained that it was my bus fair (which it genuinely was, I was out of cash) and he just said "give it to me". He still had his hand out with the 20p in it so I said "well if you're going to be ungrateful I'll have that back" and plucked the 20p straight out of his upturned hand and walked off.
He called me a and I just kept on going. I may have laughed as I did so...
And that, listeners, is a good example of a bird in the hand being worth two in the bush!I was walking towards Trafalgar Square to get a night bus home one summer night and at Cambridge Circus a guy comes up to me, not quite stopping me but alongside, asking for money. He didn't look too derelict as he was quite young and not filthy so I reached in my pocket and pulled £2.20 - a £2 coin and a 20p. I gave him the 20p and he said "Oi, give me the £2." I explained that it was my bus fair (which it genuinely was, I was out of cash) and he just said "give it to me". He still had his hand out with the 20p in it so I said "well if you're going to be ungrateful I'll have that back" and plucked the 20p straight out of his upturned hand and walked off.
He called me a
and I just kept on going. I may have laughed as I did so...Walking through Bristol one night, arm in arm with my wife, very drunk. A group of 3 men are coming the other way. As we pass he punches me as hard as he can in the face. A scuffle ensues but I am in no state to fight and his friends split us up whilst apologising for his behaviour.
Has it effected me? Yes. I still feel frustration and a deep desire to meet this guy whilst sober. Sadly/fortunately I wouldn't be able to remember his face anyway!
Has it effected me? Yes. I still feel frustration and a deep desire to meet this guy whilst sober. Sadly/fortunately I wouldn't be able to remember his face anyway!
Slightly off topic but on the theme of interaction with beggars...
Many years ago attempting some kind of Circle Line based drinking session with my brother, as we exited Sloane Square I walked past a beggar and accidentally kicked his can of lager over.
I tried to apologise and compensate him, but he attempted to set his dog on me.
Unfortunately I am like Doctor Doolittle, so the dog came over and let me make a fuss of it, while the beggar just stood looking awkward.
Many years ago attempting some kind of Circle Line based drinking session with my brother, as we exited Sloane Square I walked past a beggar and accidentally kicked his can of lager over.
I tried to apologise and compensate him, but he attempted to set his dog on me.
Unfortunately I am like Doctor Doolittle, so the dog came over and let me make a fuss of it, while the beggar just stood looking awkward.
mandos_01 said:
kiethton said:
That's pretty st :/
t :/PorkInsider said:
That's horrific!
I didn't think even the scum underclass we've somehow propagated were as vile as that.
Very, very sad.
I didn't think even the scum underclass we've somehow propagated were as vile as that.
Very, very sad.
Wobbegong said:
Terrible 
Where abouts was this?
I've encountered racism in the Birmngham a couple of times. Once in Allum Rock where I was told whites aren't welcome (I was only trying to deliver a parcel to the lovely Mrs Singh
) and once in Ladywood where my delivery van was pelted with bricks and we later realised a bullet had gone through the side panel 
however I think the latter was more due to the thuggish area I was trying to work in and my skin colour was something to comment on.
Where abouts was this? I've encountered racism in the Birmngham a couple of times. Once in Allum Rock where I was told whites aren't welcome (I was only trying to deliver a parcel to the lovely Mrs Singh
) and once in Ladywood where my delivery van was pelted with bricks and we later realised a bullet had gone through the side panel however I think the latter was more due to the thuggish area I was trying to work in and my skin colour was something to comment on. Sheetmaself said:
Without being soppy about it i hope you have since found that this is the minority and that most people treat you as what you are, the same as them.
Thanks for all of your kind words.This was in Chatham, Kent. We still have family in the area, but haven't been back there in years
Fortunately, its been a one off incident that has always reminded me that there really are some absolute scumbags out there.
Can't deny that its still something that affects me even after all this time, and even typing that out I found myself getting quite worked up
On a more serious note, don't let it affect you. I know it's easy for someone else to say, but don't let them win. Pity them for being them.
Oh, and the one and only time I've known my wife be racially abused, I dropped the guy - not big and clever, but it felt great and hopefully he'll think twice about gobbing off to defenseless little Indian women.
Edited by Mothersruin on Friday 19th August 17:16
Some of these stories are shocking!
I was on a train home from work one evening, my stop was the end of the line and it passes through the Lea Valley so there are lots of footpaths and lakes and things which is nice.
The train pulled out of the station and went into some greenery where there was a footpath that crossed the line. There was an older gent on the footpath, late 60s perhaps, trousers around his ankles, slowly masturbating his quite large greasy cock while beaming at the train
I was on a train home from work one evening, my stop was the end of the line and it passes through the Lea Valley so there are lots of footpaths and lakes and things which is nice.
The train pulled out of the station and went into some greenery where there was a footpath that crossed the line. There was an older gent on the footpath, late 60s perhaps, trousers around his ankles, slowly masturbating his quite large greasy cock while beaming at the train
Nobody ever talks about the positives of racism though do they, i mean whenever i get on the subway in japan the carriage clears and i always get a seat! No one will ever sit next to you unless they are non Japanese. I always feel its more that they feel awkward though than racism as once you get to know a Japanese person and make an effort in their language they cant do enough to belp, but when your just a common gaijin they are very standoffish.
Only joking racism in any form is bad, and i stand by the fact that there are two types of people in this world, cocktards and decent folk. Any sex, sexual preference,age, religion, level of ability or health can be either.
Only joking racism in any form is bad, and i stand by the fact that there are two types of people in this world, cocktards and decent folk. Any sex, sexual preference,age, religion, level of ability or health can be either.
Edited by Sheetmaself on Friday 19th August 19:55
Sheetmaself said:
Nobody ever talks about the positives of racism though do they, i mean whenever i get on the subway in japan the carriage clears and i always get a seat! No one will ever sit next to you unless they are non Japanese. I always feel its more that they feel awkward though than racism as once you get to know a Japanese person and make an effort in their language they cant do enough to belp, but when your just a common gainin they are very standoffish.
Only joking racism in any form is bad, and i stand by the fact that there are two types of people in this world, cocktards and decent folk. Any sex, sexual preference,age, religion, level of ability or health can be either.
Orientals find caucasians have an 'odour'... Seriously, they're not trying to offend, it's just a fact. A dietary thing I suspect.Only joking racism in any form is bad, and i stand by the fact that there are two types of people in this world, cocktards and decent folk. Any sex, sexual preference,age, religion, level of ability or health can be either.
I will ask next time im over there, never seem to have problems with the people i know and the way we rip into each other i would of thought it would of come up. Not saying i doubt you, im just surprised that they havent called me out for smelling weird (especially when i taught ones kidthe my mums chinese my dads Japanese rhyme complete with moves, was funny because its true)
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