When I lived in Holland a couple of my work mates asked "Are you in Holland because you can't go back to England because you're wanted for murder",, I don't think they have ever heard of extradition.
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When I lived in Holland a couple of my work mates asked "Are you in Holland because you can't go back to England because you're wanted for murder",, I don't think they have ever heard of extradition.
lol! This isn't really something I was asked, but a customer at my work honest to god thought I was pregnant. He even went as far to declare I was having a girl. I'm not fat by any means, which is why I was a tad bit confused..everyone I've told about it was confused too.. I just thought the fact that he actually, CONFIDENTLY thought I was having a girl was strange/amusing.
As a teenager, I worked at a major bookstore... and I can't tell you how many times I had people bring HUGE stacks of books to the customer service counter and tell me, "I'd like to check these out, please."
One time, after I reiterated to a lady that we weren't a library, she asked, "Well, can't you make an exception for me? I buy coffee from your cafe all the time..." Coffee costed a couple of dollars at the time, and they came with unlimited refills at no extra charge.
:wtf:
I would've said pregnancy is pretty obvious . ;)
The bookstore tale makes me realise some folk shouldn't be let out alone. :D
I don't get people sometimes,
Today a lady in the local post office asked if I was Polish even though I speak with a very distinct Geordie (North east of England) accent .
When I asked her what made her think that , she replied "You have high cheekbones". :wtf:
I have a VERY Italian nose, so I constantly get people asking me if I am from Israel... how that question comes about, I'll never know, but it seems to give people the gall to guess my nationality by the curvature of my nose. And I totally agree with you... some people need 24 hour chauffeurs to walk along the streets & stores with them to keep them from saying something utterly stupid.Quote:
Originally Posted by psychocat
umm I get asked out alot?
weird?
haha my friend asked me if i knew "how many times my parents had sex"
so i work at smoothie king, and the phone rings and the guy asks if we sell smoothies, i told him yes, smoothie king does in fact sell smoothies, he eventually asks directions then says they;ll be there in around 45 minutes. An hour later him and his freinds come in later tottally blazed buying everything they set there eyes on. Explains the first questions...:hippy:
what is in your pockets
LOL Your friend must have a thing for your mum or both your parents..Quote:
Originally Posted by Weekend_Warrior
when i got busted I was getting interview from the pigs (police) and they asked me "how do you get into your room in the attic"? :wtf: Thats after they'v raided my house and been in my attic.. so im like "well you should know as you'v just been up there, You need to fly up there in my majic carpet"..lol... Man WTF!
Oh shit, that reminds me of ^^^ of a time when I got busted for smoking cigarettes on the street when I was like, 13..I am SUCH a bad ass. (legal age is 19 here). The cop asked my name, I told him "Amanda", then like 10 minutes later he goes "what's your name, Amanda?" I was like.."Uh..Amanda?"..
LOL! I'll bet even the cop had to laugh at himself for asking that question! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by babyfaceisLEGAL
Lol:jointsmile:Quote:
Originally Posted by babyfaceisLEGAL
when i was about 14 after hockey i went to the vending machine to get some gatorade or powerade, anyways, there was a kid there by the machines. as soon as i got up to the machine, this little boy (mustve been 8) asked me if he could see/touch my dick. needless to say i was taken aback.Quote:
Originally Posted by smok3y
Hahaha...just today actually I was talking to a customer on the phone.. The dude is like, "Can you have them delivered before 5AM??". (The answer is obviously no).
About 2-3 sentences later..
"I want that before 5 AM, ok?". - "No."
Right before I close the sale..
"So that's going to be there before 5 AM right?"
NO GOD DAMNIT IT'S NOT GOING TO BE THERE BEFORE 5 AM! THE MAILMAN IS NOT EVEN AWAKE AT 5 AM!
It was real shits and giggles :jointsmile:
Those kinds of shits and giggles always made me want to strangle the shit out of the customer... or my boss for requiring that I put up with that crap every day.Quote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
(can your cat take bong hits at all ) my buddy blurted that well high:wtf: lol
I worked security on a few porn shoots in Holland and without even knowing me the producer of one asked me if I had a dungeon ??????? :wtf:
I have no idea why he thought I would have.
Well, I think you are going about it the right way --- strangling a shit out of someone is a lot easier than strangling a giggle out of them.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Clandestine
That all depends. What if the person being strangled is a masochist? :wtf::DQuote:
Originally Posted by dragonrider
LOL what do you mean by a dungeon?Quote:
Originally Posted by psychocat
You mean like "The Gimp" down in Psychocat's dungeon?Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Clandestine
Now here's weirdest question anyone will probably ask you today: do you think The Gimp is the dominant type, or more submissive?Quote:
Originally Posted by dragonrider
The Gimp in Pulp Fiction was definitely the submissive type --- zipped up in some kind of leather cocoon, kept on a chain, locked in a hole in the bottom of a dungeon. Zed was the dominant type.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Clandestine
I guess it's pretty obvious that I've only seen that movie once. I do remember one bit from that whacked out scene, something about Zed getting "worked on" by pipe-hitters, pliers and a blowtorch. Now that I think about it, I really don't want to know what's happening in these dungeons.Quote:
Originally Posted by dragonrider
Yeah, the pipes, pliers and blowtorch thing was something about "getting medieval on your ass." I'm with you on this --- keep clear of those dungeons.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Clandestine
I'm one of those people who sometimes asks weird questions. For example, I go into Starbucks now and then and ask if they have any used coffee grounds for gardening. I use them to make compost. Most of the time, they know exactly what you want, and most of the stores already bag used grounds back into the bags the beans come in, and then put a sticker on the bag that says "For your garden." But sometimes, you get someone who never heard of it, "You want USED grounds? What for?" They look at you like they suspect your are some kind of freak who is going to go home and make some "second pass" coffee out of their garbage.
So before anyone posts about how some whack job comes into the Starbucks where you work asking for used coffee grounds and then walks out carrying 40 pounds of garbage, gimme a break! I'm trying to save the planet here!
I've also stopped people who were raking up their leaves in their front yards and asked if I could have some. For compost again. They give me a wary look too.
Compost scroungers are so misunderstood.
Some folks here have already cottoned on to the type of dungeon. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Slim420jz
The S&M type of course , I know I can look a bit mean at times and some people have called me a sadistic bastard but it still took me by suprise. :wtf:
I was walking down a street downtown one day and some grungy lookin guy (might have been homeless) just came up to me and randomly asked "Hey man, you wanna buy a cheeseburger?" while holding one in his hand LOL. It was pretty odd but I just told him "No thanks"... What made him think myself or anyone would buy a cheeseburger anywhere but the McDonalds a block down the street is beyond me.