I sat down beside them and said, "17 Black, ladies" and put $20 on it.
Knowing anything I said after that would be down hill from there. I nodded to them, said, "Ladies" and took my leave.
Money won = $700.
100 to my friend for being there.
150 or so on drinks and food for us.
100 on more games until I lost it.
350 brought home.
I told him he could after I was done using it. Instead of telling him I was done, I just tossed the eraser and it landed in the pocket of his sweater without him realizing. He later turned around again to ask for my eraser, and I just told him, "Check your pockets." He pulled out the eraser and started freaking out because he thought I was a magician.
I jokingly said I could get a card completely across the field - width not length. Everyone took the bait and started saying I was lying, which I was. I figured I'd take a crack at it anyway, and somehow managed it on the first try. I really have no clue how it happened, but it hit some sort of updraft on the field and gained altitude halfway across. I put on my best stoic face and pretended like I knew it was going to happen that way.
Ended the night with the cops walking me back to my (close) house, joking together, and handing me back my gun.
Cops 10/10, but would not want to do again.
Unfortunately this is not uncommon at music festivals, but someone noticed him as he was leaving and shouted after him.
The guy bolted as I turned around. I saw him from about 40 feet away. He was running sort of perpendicular to me, not directly away but not towards either. I took a good angle on him and ran him down, tackled him, and held him down for around 30 seconds until security got to us.
Only frightening part was right as I leapt to make contact and bring him down, the thought crossed my mind that I had no idea if this dude had a knife or anything on him. But he gave up as soon as we hit the ground and didn't even try to resist.
Extra points because I was with my girlfriend on one of our first dates. This is the same girl who's going to be my wife in about 3 months.
I was in a hotel room and there was a fly going around (I hate those noisy little jerks) so I threw my flip flop in the general direction of the sound and no joke I hit the fly mid air and it died and fell on the ground. It was awesome.
Picture me: a short, skinny 10-year-old girl. Picture a camp counselor, a 20-something buff dude, overconfident and eager to smack dodgeballs at little kids. Somehow ended up as me being the only person left on my team, and the camp counselor the only one left on his team. One-on-one, and I can't even throw a ball. I was just dodging the entire time. At least 20 kids sitting on the sidelines watching my inevitable failure. Camp counselor throws the ball right at my stomach like a torpedo. My arms and abdomen are stinging from the intensity, but somehow... I catch it. Enormous roar of shock from everyone. Counselor's jaw dropped. It was my finest moment.
My route took me through a fairly sketchy part of town and, sure enough, 3 guys in their late teens decide to jump me.
They open with the usual, "Gimme yer money." Standing just out of arms' reach I compose myself, subtly cock my mug-arm and retort:
"I'm not giving you any money. Either you can let me continue on my way or we can fight. I'm sure you three would kick my butt, maybe even put me in the hospital, but I've got 3 pounds of glass that says one of you is coming with me. So who's it gonna be?"
Not surprisingly, none of them were too keen. That was the most awesome non-fight of my life.
The host's autistic 3-year-old son is walking around the edge of the pool, and occasionally crouching to put his hand in the water. I'm talking to someone, but I catch this out of the corner of my eye thinking he's going to roll into the pool. When he gets to the deep end, I see him slowly start to lose his balance and roll. I gently place my drink down in one smooth motion and I'm already sprinting across the deck as I hear the parents screaming for someone to get him. I dive in fully clothed, grab the boy and bring him to the side of the pool. Everyone was amazed I was in motion before they realized what was going on.
It's when you go and get a super sick patient from the helicopter with the rotor disc still spinning. It's not a safe practice and is rarely done where I work. Couldn't help but feel like a little bit of a hero when my charge nurse asked me to go up and assist.
Mainly I did that because it didn't really hurt, and I was confused because it happened so fast.
He looked terrified and ran away. Felt like a total boss just for turning my neck a few inches.
All the people trying were clueless, because it's a hard thing to do. I'd done this a few times before. I wasn't an expert, but this old woman had shown me and a few other people how to throw axes when I was in Boy Scouts. I gave it a try, and the basic level of skill I had, combined with extreme luck, meant that a teenager had stuck all the axes into the target in front of a bunch of people. I had very little clue what I was doing, but I played it off like I did.
Besides the fact that I'm in pain everyday of my life, I fought a friggin' SUV and won.
They took his tongue. He really hated those guys.
I was also a preschool teacher at the time so that surprised a lot of people.
I met them at the shelter and placed the puppies in my van (I was taking them home to foster). We are supposed to 'try' to get a surrender fee from people. The one guy came into the shelter and signed the surrender form. I then asked him for $40. Like $40 for the whole litter. He grumbled, 'Not my puppies. Ask the guy in the in the truck'.
I'm 120lbs and 5'3. I go out and there is this huge guy in the truck. Long black hair. Huge muscles. Scowl on his face. I bang on the window and ask for my $40. He tells me to stuff it and rolls the window back up. I start banging on the window demanding my $40. The other guy comes out of the building and other guy gets out of the truck flexing like he's going to smash me. He tells his friend to grab the puppies out of my van so they can take them out and kill them. I tell them to get away from my puppies and I'm calling the cops. They come after me like they are gonna do something to me.
I'm alone in a deserted industrial area. So I decided to go crazy on them. I started flipping right out about how they need to bring me the mother dog if they can't afford $40. Pretty soon they were trying to calm me down.
We actually had a nice chat about how the shelter ran on just donations and how they really need to spay the mother dog.
I was out standing on a pier and I could see the surfer get knocked unconscious after his board hit him in the face. Even though I was fully clothed, I called 911 from my cell, left my phone, keys, wallet etc. on a bench, then jumped off the pier and dragged him ashore. Paramedics were waiting on the beach by the time I got there and a nearby bike patrol type cop secured my stuff from the pier.
There was a fine for jumping off the pier but they waived it.
There was a line at a club and we walked up. The bouncers said this is a private party. I said for who? They said the spinal cord convention. I straight faced said, "Ya that's why we're here. I'm Doctor X and here are my colleagues Doctor Y and Doctor Z. They checked our IDs and said, "Welcome, Doctors." The executives walked in with me and thought I was a god at that moment. Free drinks food and tons of girls seeking doctors at at the party and it was epic.
Next thing I knew, he punched her, she fell back on the ground. The kid was screaming. I came running over, questioned why the heck he was hitting a woman, and he told me I should "not worry about it." He took a swing at me, I dodged it, and caught him on the side of his jaw with a straight left. He got knocked out. Someone else in the lot had called mall security. I waited until police came, he got charged, he didn't press charges against me, as the police were telling him, in not so many words, he wouldn't have a chance because I was defending her.
I felt good afterwards, and still do.
I said no and he quickly said, "Give me your wallet, I've got a knife." Now I didn't want to get stabbed, so I reached back towards my wallet and suddenly a burning rage came over me and instead of grabbing my wallet, I uppercut the guy. He stumbled backward and I start beating the crap out of the guy until he was on the floor and not going to get up. I then ran the rest of the way home (about two blocks) and when I got there I realized I had one of his teeth stuck in my hand.
Some call it awesome. Some call it moronic. I'm just happy I got away (with my wallet).
I walked out of the shower, and found him in my bedroom, going through my laundry. I started beating on him with a fencing foil, and chased him back out the window he'd come in. It was then I realized I'd done the whole thing naked, having lost my towel as soon as I started hitting him.