I got harassed by men by the gay bar outside my apartment multiple times in my early twenties, back when I was a guy. They were all pretty minor overall, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. I lived in an apartment complex above a gay bar in downtown. It was a shitty, cheap place where there was no washer or dryer in unit and no fan in the bathroom. Mold was a constant problem.

One time, I was informed I "swish so hard I bring three people with me", a quote that's stuck with me forever, and then a dude stood close by while another guy stroked my face. I had my dog with me so I didn't know what else to do and basically just ran.

Another time I was leaving the pizza shop also in this building complex, and a couple drunk guys out there struck up a conversation that quickly became my chest and crotch getting groped. Honestly less creepy than the face stroking, ngl.

I uh, transitioned since all of that happened though. And some random chick like me saying some drunk guys at the gay bar really wanted to grope me doesn't really carry much weight at this point.

I'm not sure who believes and who doesn't, but I've been in more than 30 car collisions. I'm not sure exactly how many because I've lost track.

One was an offset head-on collision. I think the other driver fell asleep. He claimed I came into his lane and hit him, but the impact shattered the windshield washer fluid in my car, and destroyed the front-right tire. The impact left a puddle of fluid in the middle of my lane, and the rim of the front right wheel left grooves in the street leading from where my car stopped back to the point of impact.

I was sideswiped three times. All three were hit and runs. One of them was caught on my dash cam and I got my deductible back. The other two got away.

All the rest were rear-end collisions. It happened so many times that I started to think I must be doing something wrong, but I couldn't figure out what. Around that time I happened to look in the rear view mirror just before the impact to see the driver looking down at something on the passenger seat beside him.

Since then, I've understandably become very aware of what the drivers behind me are doing.

The last two times:

In late 2021 I was approaching an intersection and had a green light, but on the other side of the intersection was a school bus letting out kids. I stopped, and the jeep behind me hit me at full speed. My truck was totaled. I was knocked very briefly unconscious, but I was able to control the truck as I was pushed through the intersection and stopped.

Ironically, I had been thinking about trading in my truck for a new model. That day, on the drive home before the collision, I decided I wanted to keep it.

At the time, getting a replacement took months. I was getting to and from work driving the Civic that we bought for the kids to use. Two months after the truck was totaled I was in slow, stop-and-go traffic. Every time I had to stop, the car behind me would pull all the way up to within inches of my bumper. I wanted to scream at him. Of course, the person behind him hit him, and pushed him into me.

Luckily, that time it was slow, low speed impact. Easy damage to fix.

For the love of all that's holy, follow at a safe distance! Three seconds minimum between you and the car in front of you. And when you stop, stop far enough back to see where the tires on the car in front of you touch the street.

If you want to slipstream (aka, drafting), become a race car driver.

i saw a boat almost hit a guy riding a moose

Late in my high school career I got accosted by some dillweed in an empty hallway. I have no idea what his beef was, but what with my lifelong predilection for being an insufferable snarky asshole it's not tough to imagine pretty much anybody could potentially have a bee in their bonnet over something I said to them at some point, once they had a couple of days to ruminate over it and maybe look up some of the longer words. And for all anyone knew I was just some scrawny nerd who did calligraphy and played stupid card games. Easy pickings.

Anyway, this punk comes stampeding up to me while popping off at the mouth over how he's going to whoop my ass and I'm a bitch and this and that and the other thing. I figure I know what he's going to do. He's either going to do that braindead bully maneuver where he tries to crowd your personal space with his face 2" in front of yours while yelling and flapping his arms around behind and to the sides like a hysterial chicken, in which case I'm going to kick him smartly in the balls. That, or he's going to try to tackle me.

He tries to tackle me.

Since I saw this coming from a mile away I cut him off by grabbing him by the throat with one hand, roughly the belt with the other, used his own momentum to hoist him up onto one shoulder, and I swear upon my oath that I did a Shinkuu Nage on this motherfucker right over my head and threw him flat on his back onto the tile floor.

Pose at the end and everything. I couldn't resist. No one witnessed this except him and me. I wish I had it on video. And that was the end of that. Curiously, after this it seems he had suddenly run out of things to say. He elected not to get up. I left him there and walked away.

I did a lot of unwisely flamboyant kung-fu shit on people in my younger years, often to only middling success. But this was perfect, and I will probably never pull it off again so long as I live.

I once got assaulted by three guys. I got pushed on the ground by surprise and instinct kicked in and I fought back. Kicked one guy in the ground so hard he had to get surgery and got one testicle removed, broke the other guy's nose and the last one had a fractured skull.

They pushed assault charges on me and I got cleared because because they found CCTV footage of me going full Chuck Norris on these guys. The footage showed them teaming on me for no reason and I discovered one of them pulled out a knife.

I have a brown belt in classic jiu jitsu but it was the few months of Krav Maga that saved me.

I have seen a ship and a moose.

I don't get all the moose and ship references, but in my family we call this kind of thing a moose story.

Back when my uncle was like 7, in fairbanks alaska, he came home from school and said he saw a moose. That's nice, everyone agreed. And he walked right up to it. Oh did you? And punched it right in the nose. No, you didn't though, did you?

60+ years later he still maintains that happened.

Serious trigger warning

I almost shot myself in the knee with an arrow. I was at an archery taster session and the arrow bounced off a wooden block on the edge of the target. Arrow came flying back at me and cut a few threads on the knee pad of my trousers as it brushed my leg.

I got shot with an arrow but it hit my rib and bounced off. I'm sure my jacket also did some deflection too.

A friend thought he could land an arrow next to me to surprise me - Turns out he's a bad shot.

One day, I woke up in a moose body and some random crazy guy was trynna ride me.

I used a saw to remove a dead men’s leg.

How did I end up in this Reddit thread

I saved someone's life in the back woods while backpacking.

We tried to cross a water crossing we should NOT have tried to cross, whitewater and way too fast. A few folks came down the other side of the trail and we eventually rigged our bear ropes into a hand hold across the river, maybe 40' wide. Took about 10min to cross and I almost got swept away. First one from their group to cross got stuck, lost her footing, and was holding onto the rope with like 3 fingers. I rushed out and grabbed her pack. Not sure how I got back there so quick but hauld her back up and helped the rest cross. When I got back to the other side my legs were cut TF up from the rocks.

I dont cross white water now.

A Møøse once bit my sister... No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink"...

Of all my stories about the many stupid things I've done, somehow the only one that gets reliably met with skepticism is the time I was very nearly killed by the worlds largest giraffe puppet. It's bizarre, you'd think it would be the bowling ball cannon blowing up or the forklift jousting incident or further BS like that, but nope. Giant puppet death, that's unbelievable.

This is gonna be absolutely crazy and coincidental since seemingly everyone here has a moose story, but my freshman year of highschool we had a bit of a lockdown because a moose wandered on campus. Our school was nowhere near a forest or any other area where it could have easily wandered over. Our school was pretty far in our pretty big city.

This is not me playing a bit because of all the moose comments. I thought it was a deer, until I asked my mom because I couldn't remember whether I was right or not. I only remembered it wasn't super serious, but we were told we couldn't go outside because of it and I think we were also told to stay away from the windows as well, as a safety precaution.

I was in the middle of English in the morning when this was happening.

Edit:

I don't remember how it got onto our campus and might look it up later. Might even leave another edit with how it got on campus.

There was a 3 year period of my life where almost every tragedy you could think of happened weekly. It got to a comical degree of stupid

I don't expect people to believe things just because I say I experienced them, but can't think of anything that's happened that NOBODY believes, I am much more often surprised by how much they do.