wilderthanmild posted:

It doesn't seem THAT unrealistic for a teacher to take a bunch pictures with a student and make a collage. People do that kind of stuff. It would be more freaky if she was taking pictures of him, but the story does say with, not of.

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I worked for a best western for about four years. One night a woman showed up in a huge rush. The town I worked in was very busy and we only had 1 room left at 189.99 a night. Normally people make a huge deal out of this price and it takes a while to sell the last room. Anyway this woman shows up and immediately takes the room no questions asked. I noticed something strange about her but quickly forgot about it. About an hour later she showed up at the front desk asking for another key for her room. I asked her to show an I.D. (which is company policy and I had to do every time I created a new key). She responded "I was just in here, just give me my loving key". I told her that I had to take an ID etc. She suddenly Freaked out, literally trembling with rage, and started screaming at me "GIVE ME THE loving KEY NOW YOU human being". I explained again that I needed and I.D. She jumped on her knees and told me she would break my nose if I didn't give her the key. I backed up and told her to get off the counter or I would call the cops. She then got off of the counter, pulled out her I.D. and threw it at me. After looking at it I created a new key and handed it to her. On her way out the door the began mumbling under her breath and again called me a human being. At this point I was over it, and warned her that if I had any more troubles I would call the police. She then turned around, looked me in the eyes and pointed her hand at my face like a loving gun, fake pulled the trigger and said "Ill call the cops" in the creepiest way ever.

So she goes back to her room and I'm left at the front desk confused as hell. After talking to my co workers I decided to have her evicted and called the police. They show up and go down to her room. About 10 minutes later the police come to the front desk, saying that she was batshit crazy, locked herself in her room and swore "she had a sword and a gun" and anyone who came into the room was dead.

Fast forward an hour and every cop in the town was at my hotel trying to get this woman out, every time they would open the door, she would swing a machete out at the police. They finally just tackled her into the tv stand, and cuffed her.

After all this they said she had been planning on killing me with the machete or the loving CROSSBOW they found in her room, and she was happy they showed up to stop her.

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We had a guest stay at our hotel for over a month. He would always come down to the lobby without a shirt on, make the female employees really uncomfortable, and flirt and talk about how he hated his ex-wife. When this guest checked out the housekeepers found pictures of his ex torn up and a deflated blowup doll covered in a white substance.

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Not a hotel worker, but here's my story.

I was 19 at the time and my friends and I all decided to go up to Wisconsin Dells to go to the casino... which was 18+ at the time. I mention this as it has since changed. Anyway... we stay at this brand new Holiday Inn Express place somewhat away from the Dells to save some cash. Another important aspect to this story is that this is before 2001.

For whatever reason, my friend had an orange locker key, which was a running gag of some sort. About 2am we're still up and loving around when these total hippy stoner folk show up at the hotel. We talk to them, they seem cool, they tell us what room they are in if we want to smoke with them. Cool, though at the time I wasn't into that sort of thing.

My friend decides it's time to have some fun. We go down to the lobby and start acting as suspicious as possible... like really overdoing it in a melodramatic sort of way. My friend approaches the counter and the derpy night manager and says "A man with no distinguishing marks will approach the counter and say 'Dead ducks don't fly backwards.' Give him this key. I was never here." and then we all leave the lobby and go back up to our rooms.

So then we call the stoner guys and tell them there is something for them at the desk and what to say.

We just thought it was funny the front desk guy bought it and that these dudes would be wondering WTF to do with this locker key.

At this point Braveheart was on, so we started watching that. The main battle scene is starting and there is a knock on the door... not your average knocking, but a WHAM WHAM WHAM. My friend gets up and he looks out the peephole and turns around and is like "OMG THERES LIKE A TON OF COPS!" (In hindsight, these must have been lovely cops to have been standing in front of the peephole like that, not knowing what was on the other side) and then says "WHAT DO I DO?"

My obvious reply is something along the lines of "You open the door, numbnuts."

There must have been 50 cops. Most of them had shotguns. Luckily the guy in charge quickly saw that we were just a bunch of kids, and he had probably talked to the night manager and realized he was kind of a dweeb and just to gently caress with us a bit asked for our IDs (which I couldn't find and went back to watching Braveheart) and left.

They went and harassed the stoners too, but apparently didn't arrest them, thankfully. We found out later that they walked over the nearby overpass to get to the truckstop so they could try the key on the lockers over there. They also leaned a half full of water trash bin against our room door and shoved pennies in the key lock overnight.

In the morning, the main manager chewed us out, though none of us really felt we warranted the silly overreaction that was caused. He also chewed us out about the trashcan/water thing, and the pennies which was obvious that we didn't do... so it was obvious he was a dumbass too.

TLDR: We had the Southeast Wisconsin Drug Task Force called on us over a silly prank.

big duck equals goose posted:

and the worst of all...:

A Pinball Wizard posted:

As someone who worked in a hotel for a month out of highschool, I don't doubt any of those happened - I bet the last one is underexaggerated, if anything.

Kimmalah posted:

I haven't even worked in a hotel or anything, but after being in a job dealing with the public everyday most those stories don't seem too outlandish to me. Exaggerated maybe and the third one gives me some doubts, but I've seen people flip the gently caress out over far less than being asked for ID. And LOTS of creepy guys love to chat up women at counters, they're usually young and more importantly they're a captive audience that's generally obligated to be polite.

West Ham Sandwich posted:

If it were pictures OF the guy and not pictures of him with the teacher, then he would have admitted to masturbating to a collage of pictures of himself.

Magna Kaser posted:

How the gently caress do you masturbate?

NoUU posted:

big duck equals goose posted:

Reddit admit creep thread.

a million birds posted:

Oh Tumblr.

DrHerpington posted:

I can see a lot of those happening IRL, unfortunately. My college held a faux gambling night, no money/prizes/whatever exchanged, but if you ran out of chips, you were SOL.

I was at the blackjack table, an awkwardly dressed couple came up (him: fedora, Homestuck shirt, her: tiara, prom dress). He ran out of chips (he really didn't know how to play), started cursing at a woman who had been winning often and implied she was cheating (she just played conservatively), I gave him some of my chips (10-20 of the smallest denomination, I'd gotten my friends chips when they left) and...he blew them all on the next hand, got mad at the woman at the table that won alot and literally threatened, "I'll be under your bed tonight with a knife". I told him that poo poo was creepy and he should knock it off because he'd be an rear end in a top hat, and he literally excused it as "it's like troll love, it's a Homestuck thing". His girlfriend didn't say poo poo but he shut up and that was it.

Fathis Munk posted:

Wait wait wait. I have read that exact same story before

Did you already post it in this thread or somewhere on the forums maybe ?

ibntumart posted:

About 20 or so pages back: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3501091&userid=194201&perpage=40&pagenumber=2#post416130872

A lot of stories are bound to repeat in an almost 200 page thread, though, I would guess, especially the more outrageous ones.

Tumblr posted:

Did I tell you guys the story of how I got a local pottery painting dude into Homestuck?

Well, time to start the story. See I went to this special place near my house, it was one of those ‘paint your own pottery’ things, y’know, like plates and little cups and stuff. Well I went like EVERY WEEK. It was a local business, so not many people went. The guy who owned it with his wife new me pretty well by this point. Well I decided to paint a Homestuck plate for a surprise for a friend. So while I was painting, he and I were talking. He asked what I was painting. I told him it was from a webcomic called Homestuck. He said he was the neighborhood comic collector in his childhood, so he’d like to try out ‘new age comics’. So I went to his computer that he had at his desk there and opened Mspaintadventures and went to Homestuck. But by the time he had a chance to start reading it (He had to do some quick work) I was done painting and had to leave. My family went on a couple trips after that, so I didn’t come back for about 3-4 weeks. But when I came back after a long time, he was in a Tavros shirt.

My work here is done.

Unprofessionalism 101 posted:

I have a story for you, Tumblr. One that has made my day a bit better.

You see, my 3 year old brother is currently in the hospital, he has been diagnosed with Leukemia. Me, being myself was very very very upset by this.. Because ya know, i love my brother <3

Well.. when leaving the hospital just a few hours ago i told my step father i was hungry, we stopped by safe way to get some Chinese food, Well i was wearing my Dave shirt today. And i had asked my step father to get me some apple juice while i went to look for some cookies for my brother. The cashier serving my step dad and i, was named Ming. He was a pretty normal asian male, Well as my step dad was paying i walk up. The man casually looked at me and then back at my step dad. He hands me the apple juice and whispers “Don’t worry, i didn’t let Howie Mandel pee in it, dave."
My faced brightened up. and he gave me a good smile, this is what i call a “Mother loving Miracle man."

allowance day posted:

so my dad finally gave me the ok to pledge 413 dollars to the homestuck kickstarter. I went to my laptop and turned it on, only to see my wifi not working. i start freaking out because i have school and by the time I got out there wouldn’t be anymore of the 405 rewards and then my brother swoops in and turns on his wifi and gives me the password. as i logged on and went on the site he stARTED SINGING SBURBAN JUNGLE AND HE JSUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY HE’S MY LITTLE BROTHER AND WE’RE LATE FOR CLASS BUT ITS OK

Waffleman_ posted:

I have heard stories of Homestuck cosplayers at Ren faires and I just cry.

DrHerpington posted:

The Homestuck fandom is known for spitting in buckets in public to show "troll love" (trolls, I guess, are dicks instead of being nice and spit instead of kiss)

DrHerpington posted:

Fathis Munk posted:

And my sickly curiosity wants to know what that bucket means.

NoUU posted:

Fake notes for internet points edition.

York_M_Chan posted:

Depends who wrote the note to whom.

Guy -> Girl - I'd buy a guy doing something this creepy
Girl -> Guy - STDH
Guy -> Guy - trying to weasel his way into a MMF with his neighbor's girlfriend. That'll happen

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Despite how unreal this story might sound, you will have to take my word for it. When I was in Nashville, I went to a Mexican bar with my friends to get some grub and cheap beer. While we were there, one of my friends noticed that Taylor Swift was sitting a few tables down with a friend of her own.
After debating for a few minutes and a couple of awkward walk-bys pass her table, we agreed that she was actually Taylor Swift. I started to think up a plan to talk to her and try to sneak a My Little Pony reference into our conversation. My friends thought it was stupid (they aren't Bronies) but I didn't care, this was a once in a lifetime shot.
So when we were walking to the door, I stopped at her table with a huge lump in my throat and said "Hey Taylor, for what it is worth, I think you are 20% cooler than Kanye. He looked like an idiot in ten seconds flat." She laughed and looked a little confused at first. She then said "Thanks! And that show is so awesome!"
I had the biggest smile on my face! The "so awesome" comment could have been just a simple reply but the fact that she acknowledged the show was amazing. Is Taylor Swift a Brony in disguise? I am going to leave that one up to the community!

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Well. I'm sat in one of my college classes, on the plounge as always, and the teacher sat next to me completely stops what they were doing, turns to me and says "Do you know what a brody is?" I replied No, Whats a brody? So, she says "You know My Little Pony? It-" I almost shouted You mean brony!? And she said yes. Turns out she loves the show, has a plush of Dash, And we went off on a lovely talk about Season 3. I'm still slightly shocked.

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I'll admit it, I talked about ponies for my college essay. DONT STONE ME (hides)
Let me explain. I did not talk about how AWESOME AND DIFFERENT AND COOL AND INTERESTING TO ALL AGES AND GENDERS ponies are. I didn't mention memes, the community or even the word "brony." I made sure to not include cliches and quotes. I understood early on that this is about me, and not about being a part of the the pony fandom. Mind you, the prompt I chose was something along the lines of, "Describe a fictional character and how they had an influence on you." So I talked about how I always had a love for drawing and cartoons ever since I was a child and how my hobbies, mixed with my life at home, led me away from friends like Twilight. My parents never allowed me to leave the house or participate in activities that required well... time and money. As a result, I never visited any friends at their house, never went to dances or parties, and never joined any after-school clubs. I was alone in school, got perfect grades because I had no distractions, and went home to draw and browse the internet. Every. Single. Day. Let's just say, I grew very cynical and angry over time. If anything, Twilight taught me the value of good communication skills and emotional control. Even though I'm still not allowed outside, I'm much more positive about life. Now, I talk with my classmates every chance I get and I don't take their friendships for granted. I smile and tell jokes and talk with my teachers about any worries I have. I'm even pursuing art & animation because of watching MLP. My parents have been discouraging me from art all my life and Faust's work showed me that life's too short to not do what you want to do. I learned to find my unique voice like Twilight did, and you know what? It feels good.
I have a history of domestic abuse in my family. It sounds like a better, more dramatic and eye-opening topic to write about, but really, its' not. My story doesn't end well and doesn't motivate like those of others', and I'm just not comfortable talking about it in my college essay. I don't want a sob story to reflect who I am.
Go ahead and laugh at me and tell me I have no chance of being accepted, but I know I worked hard on my essay and I did my best. I am not looking for other fans, or even trying to convince others that ponies are alright. I learned something, and became a better person because of it, and if it took ponies to show me the way, so be it.

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Yeet posted:

All the Tucker Max books. For those who don't know Tucker Max wrote a few books about his "let's get drunk and party" adventures. While I was bored at work I read all 3 of them. The first one was pretty entertaining and I can believe at least some of those situations actually happened, but the dialogue is so incredibly awkward. It gets worse per book. Suspension of disbelief completely went out the window when he said he started bringing around a tape recorder to record his conversations in the event he might write a book about them someday.

Yeet posted:

All the Tucker Max books. For those who don't know Tucker Max wrote a few books about his "let's get drunk and party" adventures. While I was bored at work I read all 3 of them. The first one was pretty entertaining and I can believe at least some of those situations actually happened, but the dialogue is so incredibly awkward. It gets worse per book. Suspension of disbelief completely went out the window when he said he started bringing around a tape recorder to record his conversations in the event he might write a book about them someday.

Flaggy posted:

All three of his books are stdh.

DrHerpington posted:

Pony loving poo poo.

DrHerpington posted:

Ponies

Das Boo posted:

The last one caught me off guard. I never expected to see MLP share a paragraph with Faust.
I think I'm sad now.

Das Boo posted:

The last one caught me off guard. I never expected to see MLP share a paragraph with Faust.
I think I'm sad now.

CJacobs posted:

He means Lauren Faust, MLP's creator. Not the other Faust. Now you can be even sadder.

CJacobs posted:

He means Lauren Faust, MLP's creator. Not the other Faust. Now you can be even sadder.

coreycoryecorey posted:

I wonder which one of Taylor Swift's songs are about that brave brony?

Flaggy posted:

All three of his books are stdh.

MinistryofLard posted:

CJacobs posted:

Any story that ends with "but it was okay because X is also a brony! ^_^" is immediately false. Nobody else is a brony. Nobody is a brony but you and your dorky teenage friends.

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(I stay for another 20 minutes to make sure I’m okay, then leave. My head hurts for another 24 hours. On a side note, I teach theoretical physics at a local university. A few months after my hospital visit, the same nurse shows up at parent-teacher night; I’m her daughter’s physics teacher. The look on her face was priceless. So much for me being an uneducated heathen!)