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Trivial Pursuits => Wild Card => Topic started by: Arachno-capitalist on July 27, 2007, 07:40:57 am
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yea, how about that shit? Ass hole cold stuck a gun in the window and ordered me to chauffeur him around. he was a total dick about it too! All playing the hip hop music at 100% volume, dancing, waving his gun around and yelling to the lyrics. Then after taking him to wherever the hell i was, he took my wallet. So now i literally have no money. credit and debit cards are dead and my cash was jacked! What a country!
Actual scene from the worst event of my life:
Carjacker: (attempts to light a cigarette)
Me: Hey! You can't smoke in here, this is my mom's car! (rolls down window)
Carjacker: (total look of surprise, gun still pointed at me) You've gotta be fuckin kidding me.
Tomorrow: steve miller, the doobs, ocean of beer.
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What, the guy is riding around in your car and you don't introduce yourself? You just called him carjacker the whole time? He has a name alright.
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Christ, mate. I'm no fan of eye-for-an-eye style revenge, but I hope the bastard gets his comeuppance. My wallet was stolen recently, but it bears little relation in terms of seriousness.
Also, serious respect in standing up for your mother when faced with a boomstick.
Here's hoping there's a good ending to this, of any sort.
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Me: Hey! You can't smoke in here, this is my mom's car! (rolls down window)
You either have huge stones, no brains or you were just doing that thing where people focus on small details because the rest of their brain is busy shitting itself in terror.
Either way good story.
Major bastard about your stuff though, at least he didn't try to take the car.
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A-CAP, that straight up sucks the cock. Sorry you had to deal with that, but it sounds like you managed it well.
I have no controle over it, and it is not an active choice on my part, but when life flips into danger mode, an unconscious shift occurs, and my mind becomes Zen-calm - everything melts away, and my even-sounding inner voice calmly provides me with narration and instruction. This has happened several times, and in a couple situations, has saved my life and the life of at least one other person. I think back on these occasions, and while I know it was impossible that these situations were actually silent, I remember them as noiseless, with only my own inner-voice rationally telling me what to do. I take it as one of the rare gifts of an unhealthy childhood that my survival mechanism is sharp as a fuckin' knife.
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um, that basically sucks reproductive organ.
now I am thinking about this one time I picked up a guy on the side of the road whose car was out of gas.
he kept saying "haha, most people probably would have thought I was gonna kill 'em and dump 'em in a ditch! ain't that a laugh!"
and I would just nervously laugh and kind of drive a little faster...
the only similar part was that he took the liberty to change the radio station to... something playing Billy Idol? and started blasting it and singing along.
anyway, that is a bullshit thing to happen.
PS my survival mechanism is complete bullshit. it's all "ching chong wing wong!" and I'm all "hey, guy with gun... didn't your mama ever teach you that guns are bad! come ere, I may as well sock you!"
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That ain't good.
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There is something disturbing about the idea of being murdered by a hobo while Billy Idol plays in the background. It's like the period at the end of a sentence you know... Like all... White Wedding is playing while your head gets smashed in by a crowbar... "It's a nice day to... START AGAAAIN!"
I am glad this did not happen.
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First time I read that through as Billy Joel and that came across as a lot creepier for me.
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That really is a shit thing to happen to a dude. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to go through that kind of experience. Glad you were able to come away from it in one piece.
When I was in high school, a girl I knew was *almost* carjacked at knifepoint in downtown Atlanta. The guy had grabbed her from behind as she was getting into her vehicle, but she told him she needed to get her keys out of her purse and when he let go she wheeled around and kneed him in the groin. She managed to get away before he could react. Definitely a risky move, but once you're already inside the vehicle a lot of times you'll wind up getting killed no matter what you do. It's good to know you were luckier than that.
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there's an awkward thing where every time I walk down this street right by school, my friend Katie declares that she is not coming, because her friend got mugged at gunpoint there.
basically, having anything happen "at gunpoint" is a shitty thing.
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I was mugged at knife point once. I fought my way out of it, but I lost my drugs (that's what they were after) and got a cute little scar on my arm.
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I read a neighbourhood paper where they showed - via stats- that it is basically just a matter of time before I get mugged, along with quotes from neighbours who have been mugged two or three times. I really worry about my iPod, and keep my keys in a separate pocket at all times.
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I am like smells in that I have an odd ability to focus amid a crisis, but I had a pretty happy childhood so maybe it's just a brain chemistry/personality thing.
This is nothing like being carjacked at gunpoint, and I have to say that A-CAP must also have a pretty good survival instinct (telling the guy he can't smoke in his mom's car aside), to stay calm and not panic and be able to come home and be like, "wow, let me post on a message board about this instead of dissolving into a puddle of fear and self-pity."
However, I had a mama-bear variety crisis recently which involved my child slipping his entire body through a 5-inch gap in the fencing that surrounds a local playground, and standing on the kiddie-train track while the train was exiting a tunnel about 30 feet from where he was standing. What I didn't realize before leaping the 4' iron fence was that this particular section of track is no longer in use, although the bit of track 10 feet to the left certainly was. I think the creepiest part about this is that I have no memory of actually hopping the fence. I saw him slip through, started running towards him, thought "there is no way I am going to be able to do this," and the next thing I knew I was holding him and scolding him violently between equally violent kisses.
Of course if it had come down to it I'm sure the train engineer would have been able to stop the train before any injury came to him. But if he'd slipped through nearer to the tunnel there's no way the engineer would have been able to see him before he stepped onto the track, let alone stop in time. I keep meaning to write a letter to the city, but daily life keeps getting in the way.
The point is, not to hijack the thread, I am glad that A-CAP didn't get blown up and I admire his ability to not be a pansy at gunpoint. Way to bring the strong sack.
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Yeah, nice work on the cig line man. Hilarious.
Sorry that this happened to you.
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That is totally fucked up. I hope that douche gets what's coming to him. Sorry to hear that.
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I hope that douche gets what's coming to him.
Dude got away with his wallet already. You want to give him some more?
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The point is, not to hijack the thread, I am glad that A-CAP didn't get blown up and I admire his ability to not be a pansy at gunpoint. Way to bring the strong sack.
I'm not sure what characterizes being a pansy at gunpoint. I basically think any behavior that you end up doing when someone holds a gun on you is pretty much ok. If somebody is fixing to perforate me with a firearm, I probably will draw the line at leading them to other people for them to terrorize, but other than that I'm basically going to do what it takes to not get killed. Pansy just seems pretty derogatory.
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Plus, my pansy friend got robbed at gun point... buy another pansy. (He lived right near this park where the men go at night to enjoy each other's company in an anonymous fashion) He said the most traumatic moment was when the guy lisped at him to "ssstay down!" after he'd gotten him to lay face down on the ground. I remember him telling me "And I thought 'I can't believe I'm being robbed by a faggot!'" Pansy on pansy crime. It happens.
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Smells, that is AWESOME! Being in touch with that instinct is something that society tends to beat out of women, and I'm glad you've got it. I'm continually trying to refine mine. Plus, I love hearing about when people's intuition saves them. Serious times.
I'm a fan of Gavin De Becker's _The Gift of Fear_, because it shows people how to get in touch with that awesome survival instinct.
A-CAP, that straight up sucks the cock. Sorry you had to deal with that, but it sounds like you managed it well.
I have no controle over it, and it is not an active choice on my part, but when life flips into danger mode, an unconscious shift occurs, and my mind becomes Zen-calm - everything melts away, and my even-sounding inner voice calmly provides me with narration and instruction.
Also, A-CAP, I love the cig comment. Good for you. Hopefully the authorities can do something about this ass hole and his sense of entitlement. Plus, I am glad you are 100% in one piece.
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um, did I not post my awesome story here?? I thought I did.
basically a guy I know got blown in a park known for gay sex, in Russia, and then the guy decked him and stole his wallet.
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um, did I not post my awesome story here?? I thought I did.
basically a guy I know got blown in a park known for gay sex, in Russia, and then the guy decked him and stole his wallet.
I just parsed that as theinev got blown in a park known for gay sex in Russia and then got mugged by the blower.
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um, did I not post my awesome story here?? I thought I did.
basically a guy I know got blown in a park known for gay sex, in Russia, and then the guy decked him and stole his wallet.
Well, at least he got his cock sucked. And depending on how much cash he had in his wallet, it may have ended up being a bargain.
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Well, at least he got his cock sucked. And depending on how much cash he had in his wallet, it may have ended up being a bargain.
Giveth.
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Giveth.
Link? Picture? Price list?
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Link? Picture? Price list?
A tiny can. You recieveth, I giveth.
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I stabbed a dude with the knife he was using to try to mug me with once. I still carry it, actually.
Sorry to hear about your carjacking, dude. That suxx teh c0q.
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Seriously? was he tiny or something? I will always just give my shit away.
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Seriously? was he tiny or something? I will always just give my shit away.
That's what I was getting at. "You want my shit and are willing to kill to get it?"
I won't kill a guy to keep my car. Fuckers are crazy nowadays.
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People, I know it sucks to think you have to do this, but chances are, in our current society and environment, you do. Learn to think tactically, to really observe and to act not panic. It improves your odds, really.
So true. I was in a minor accident this weekend (driving boyfriend's SUV in rain, no injuries, didn't even really ruin my weekend) and my ability to not burst into tears as soon as I hit the car (which would have been my instinct a couple of years ago) greatly helped me out. (Side note - I was travelling with someone who shares a name with theinevitible).
And just echoing what everyone else said, sorry about your terrible night, and the no smoking line is great.
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I am trying to sell my car, but having no luck. Basically my best case scenario is to be car jacked or have a "not my fault" accident. But I don't want to subject myself to these things, even for money.
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Hrmmph.
[Asherdan killed this portion of the post for his own prevention of liability]
Too bad you can't take a road trip to Mexico, Smells. I hear all kinds of problems like that seem to resolve themselves there.
That's thousands of miles away! Isn't Canada basically the same sort of lawless frontier?
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Yes, it is, but see, provincially, our insurance is government sanctioned, and as such, they forced me to have an immobilizer installed on my car (being that I live in a high crime area, and my car is highly stealable and fun to drive. No one but the key holder can start the engine. Otherwise, in my neighbourhood, all I'd need to do is leave the doors unlocked over the weekend and my problems would be over. Still, a $500 deductable for a car worth only about $1200 is not worth the grief.
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Yes, it is, but see, provincially, our insurance is government sanctioned, and as such, they forced me to have an immobilizer installed on my car (being that I live in a high crime area, and my car is highly stealable and fun to drive. No one but the key holder can start the engine. Otherwise, in my neighbourhood, all I'd need to do is leave the doors unlocked over the weekend and my problems would be over. Still, a $500 deductable for a car worth only about $1200 is not worth the grief.
Where's the trust nowadays?
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That's just... wrong. It's interfering with, like, the natural life cycle of old cars and bad neighborhoods.
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I guess as a general rule I sorta believe that killing is wrong, but if a motherfucker tries to take my shit he's going to have a really really hard time getting it. I'll take his fuck*ng eye as a trophy.
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I guess as a general rule I sorta believe that killing is wrong, but if a motherfucker tries to take my shit he's going to have a really really hard time getting it. I'll take his fuck*ng eye as a trophy.
Quoted for sweet, delicious truth.
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As an update, I got a call last night from the detective and the dude is now in jail. Evidently he tried to pull off an armed robbery at a gas station a couple days ago. Hes looking at decades of hard time so I guess the law wins this time. Really, I just want my cash back. I mean c'mon, even judge judy would agree I'm owed my due and proper.
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As an update, I got a call last night from the detective and the dude is now in jail. Evidently he tried to pull off an armed robbery at a gas station a couple days ago. Hes looking at decades of hard time so I guess the law wins this time. Really, I just want my cash back. I mean c'mon, even judge judy would agree I'm owed my due and proper.
Please, please take this to the People's Court!
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Yay! Justice!
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Out of curiosity, what would you do if its not the guy?
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holy fuck*ng wowzorz
hey at least you didn't grin evilly at him when he showed up and say "well hey brah, hop right the fuck on in! i was just headed to the strip joint down on Boulevard!" because then he'd probably been freaked out enough to squeeze the trigger
that line about the smokes was total cold hard stones, man. so fucki*g diesel.
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Better hurry. My internet crushes are fleeting, and I'll be thirty next year, which would just make it creepy.
Nobody ever guessed who the other half of my imaginary dream Touambie was...