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Got any crazy real life stories, FS? They can be about anything! Post the wacky here!

Well, there's the time we were in Puerta Galara in the Philippines on vacation and a typhoon hit. Now, to get too and from Puerta Galara, you have to take two sets of boats: The big boat gets you from the parking lot on the nearby island to the main dock, and then you take small boats called bangkaas that are basically canoos to get to your specific resorts.

My dad is scared of boats because he can't actually swim, but he would put up with going there on vacation because he knew how much my mom and I loved it. After this trip he bought himself a personal life vest.

See, this was a particularly big typhoon. It was just a couple days into our vacation and it was a surprise storm. We managed to hire a bangka to get us to the main dock. Only this guy seemed to have no fear, and he had no life vests. My sister and I being little kids who loved swimming, we thought the giant waves were the most fun things in the world. Meanwhile, our parents are in the back absolutely terrified. They actually thought we might not make it to shore. But we did.

And then none of the big boats were going out because of the storm, so we had to find a place to stay for the night. Being a kid, I just wanted to sleep and was mad that the place we managed to find was loud and had no air conditioning. But I found out later that my parents stayed awake all night because there were some really creepy men there they saw eyeing me and my sister, and the door to the room we rented didn't properly lock.

We had to stay there 2 days before we could finally head home. Until I grew up I had semi-fond memories of that as an adventure. My parents did not.

Oh, wow, that certainly qualifies, yeah!. I can totally sympathize with your parents' fear, I'd be freaking out, too! And then to be stuck for a couple days as well...ugh, yeah, that'd be so frustrating.

But I'm glad you and your sister were able to find some kind of fun in all of that. As scary as storms can be, there is a strange kind of fun about them sometimes, yes :D. And of course, I'm glad you and your family made it through all of that all right.

I saw ball lightning once when I was in my late teens. My Dad and I were driving somewhere and it shot overhead. We were real tired though, so when my Dad joked it must have been a radioactive owl we both kind of left it at that and didn't think about it further. It wasn't until my thirties that I stopped to think about it and realized what we'd actually seen that night.

Oh wow, cool! I've never seen ball lightning before!

It took me twenty years to get there but yeah, it was cool! XD

I grew up in a pine forest that was regularly farmed. They would clear cut a section, replant, wait 15 years, and clear cut that area again. Aphids are a big problem for these trees. So, every other year they would drop millions of ladybugs from plans to eat the aphids. Our house would literally be covered in ladybugs. Going outside, you'd be swarmed with them. If you've never seen hundreds of ladybugs, count yourself lucky.

Once saw a crow attack a bat in the dead of winter outside my apartment. Delightfully goth.

The wheels fell off my mum's first car.
Twice.

Well, it was only *one* wheel, both times.
Specifically, the *same* wheel.

Edit: OH FUCK ME, THIS IS A HUGE TL;DR. I'M SO SORRY OP. But to summarize, cat brought a live rabbit home, drunk driver crashed into my work place, unintentionally got involved in a murder investigation and a fucking volcano went off and I thought it was the rapture. THE END.

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Uh well, I don't know how crazy this stories are but lets give it a try.

Last year in my country during the pandemic, we had very strict lock downs. That meant we couldn't go out from 4pm to 4am and only essential stuff like food or medicine could be sent via messengers. If you where caught out you would be arrested. One of those nights I was turning off the lights and about to go to sleep when I heard a noise outside. My dog did too. I thought it was nothing but then we heard the noise again. I looked outside my window and there it was, the cat I take care of had hunted down a baby rabbit and had brought it home. I had to go out and chastitized the cat about it because I thought the rabbit was dead. It wasnt. The poor thing started moving its ears and was completely scared out of its wits so I took him into my arms and held it close to my chest to comfort it. And then I had to wait til 4am to go out and free the poor thing. It was a wild ride.

I work at a condo so this two stories are related to my work place.

Another one, this happened like 2 years ago and it involved a drunken driver crashing his car into the side of the place I worked. No one was badly hurt, thankfully. People went there to help and all I could offer both was a glass of water. The passenger too it and the drunken driver told me "I don't need a glass of water! I need a drink!". According to the passenger, the guy had been drinking for 7 days straight. The neighbours showed up, as well as an ambulance. The drunken driver even got into a motorcycle belonging to one of the neighbors and asked to be driven to work (moto taxies are common here). Then we had to get his wife's number who came crying with their children in the another car. It was crazy.

Another time, 2 or 3 years ago, I was at work and suddenly one of the neighbors' came and told me one of his friends' had been killed the night before and police where coming since they needed the video footage of the friend leaving the house alive. I was like "dude wtf". Anyway, police came and while we where getting the footage the policeman told me about the investigation, that the friend was apparently killed by someone he knew and was also doing drugs. Shit was absolutely nutz.

Those ones are the ones at the top of my head right now. I sometimes joke to my mom that if there was an sudden alien invasion coming to my workplace I wouldn't even be surprised anymore because that place is just crazy central.

Edit: just remembered one involving a volcano.

So in 2018 a volcano made eruption in my country. Thing is, when that was happening I suddenly saw the sky darkening, grabbed both my dog and cat and went inside the house while closing all doors and windows. It was midday but the sky was completely dark, like if a solar eclipse was happening. I legit thought "well fuck, it's the rapture" and hoped my mom was okay (she was out).

Later on we found out a volcano had erupted, whipping out an entire village (houses destroyed, people, animals and plants literally turned to ash) and the place was turned into a graveyard because they couldn't recover any bodies. Really tragic and really scary because all I remember from it is everything suddenly going dark.

Sometimes when said volcano erupts, it will rain volcanic ash all over the city. It's a pain the ass to clean it up.

Edited (Spoiler: it was not the rapture) 2021-03-11 07:32 (UTC)

I'm not sure this is the kind you mean, but it was crazy that everything went wrong and I still have no idea how I got home.

Back in the early 2000s, I went out of state by myself for the first time, to drive about 1000 miles to meet an internet friend. So keep in mind this was before cell phones were prominent, and there was no Google Maps or on-board GPS navigation. My car didn't even have AC, and this was the middle of summer. This was also the first time I had ever driven further than an hour and a half from home on my own, and my sense of direction is so terrible that even though I've lived in the same county my whole life, I once got hopelessly lost driving home from work because an accident had closed an intersection I needed to go through. But long story short, I wanted to make this trip.

And the trip out went fine! I got slightly lost but only lost about an hour to trying to find my way back to the correct highway going the correct direction in western NY, and arrived before dark, and met my friend and we had a pretty great weekend!

Except we were staying on the beach in NJ, and I'm a ren faire nerd, I've been out all day with minimal sunscreen without a problem, so when we went out to the beach for an hour the last day before I was to go home, I didn't even think about it. Just an hour. By that night I was nauseated and shaking uncontrollably, and large portions of my body were turning red and painful to touch. By the next morning - when I was supposed to set out for home - the back of one of my hands

...Sorry about that, mouse slipped over to the post button. -_- Anyway.

The back of one of my hands was blistering, and I was supposed to drive home. I bandaged up that hand with a ton of ointment and gauze and whatnot and my friend gave me a little extra cash in case I had to stop somewhere on the way back, because at the time I was young and had no credit card, and I had lost my first job recently so while I had a checkbook, the account was pretty dry. And I set out.

Aaaand in the middle of the Appalachians, my car decided it did not like going up mountains in that heat, and kept overheating and stalling approximately once per hour. With me injured, no air conditioning... but I would pull over to one of those pull-over zones and wait until the car cooled down.

Eventually I made it to a rest stop and not knowing what else to do, called my parents on a cell phone. Of course at the time I was still about 700 miles from home, so all they could do was give me advice which wasn't terribly helpful about cooling the engine, and I sat down there and just started crying because I had never been that far from home before that weekend and of course this would happen when I was already freaked out about the drive. Fortunately a good person saw me crying there and helped me out... we looked for empty 2-liter bottles in the trash cans that I could fill with water in the restrooms and take with me in case the car overheated again. Which it did, repeatedly.

Finally I get into Ohio and the temperature is considerably less hot, thank goodness... except that's because a thunderstorm is rolling in, with such severe rain that after the sun went down (since it took me so long to get there), I couldn't see the road. So I was very grateful for my friend's extra cash, I could stop somewhere along the way and stay at a cheap motel for the night.

And the next day dawned bright and sunny but not too hot, and my blistered hand was now leaking, but I was maybe 5-6 hours from home now. I could do this!

And when I stopped to buy gas in Indiana at a truck stop, the car wouldn't start again. No response from the ignition.

So I was wandering around between the trucks trying to find someone who would give me a jump, because the truck stop wanted me to pay them $30 to use their portable unit, and I'd just spent my last $20 buying the gas. Finally found a guy and he came over to my car to have a look first to make sure a jump was what I needed... and the car just randomly started again.

I did not stop again for the rest of the drive home. I didn't dare tempt something ELSE to go wrong. The rest of the day after I did get home was spent in a dissociative haze wandering around my house and wondering if I was really there, and how I actually managed to get there.

...And because I am so out of it, even though I noted earlier there were no cell phones at the time, above I typed "cell phone" instead of "pay phone". Yeah. I'm doing great with this response, hahah.

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