Those "WTF?" moments in life

[fushingfeef]

I thought it would be fun if we had a thread to list those little moments that seem to happen out of the blue where you're just like, "WTF?" Sometimes it's something you saw, sometimes it's an overheard conversation, whatever it is, list it here so we can all share.

This morning I was walking from my parking lot and I saw a cardboard box laying on the sidewalk, about the size of a shoebox. There's a picture of a naked woman on the box. Turns out this is the discarded packaging for an inflatable sex doll.

WTF?

 

[Walter Oobleck]

Heh! I thought of "wtf" when I posted that "Your Imagination" thread. This happens at work often. Usually someone says, "What the flock were they thinking?" A board, say, with no less than a hundred nails holding it in place. Or this situation that happened at the neighbor's house. Electrician is in, rewiring the house, trying to get rid of or otherwise override all of the old knob & tube, trying to be gentle about it, cutting holes for new outlets and receptacles in the sand-plaster and lats. This one hole for a switch, he keeps bending the sawzall blade, bits of sand are dribbling from his cut, and he does manage to cut a nice clean hole for a switch-box. He finds out there is another wall behind the one he has been cutting through, a wall complete with ancient wallpaper, sand-plaster, lats. A few years...actually maybe ten...the neighbor decides to rewire all that work...has the house gutted, and puts in conduit. He'd already spent big bucks putting in a 200-amp service...this was overkill. The same electrician began the work. I think after time something happened, disagreement or something, as another electrician finished the job.

I've replaced windows from ages ago...say the 20s, 30s, right up to the present. This one window, I pull out the stops, remove the sashes, casing, knock out the jambs, and this smell hits me. I'm thinking wet-dog. Funky wet-dog. I continue to remove material and come across the leftovers of a rag rug that had been used as insulation by somebody years ago. Probably helped cut drafts, but water penetration was absorbed by the rag rug...and it didn't dry out.

 

[fljoe0]

I thought it would be fun if we had a thread to list those little moments that seem to happen out of the blue where you're just like, "WTF?" Sometimes it's something you saw, sometimes it's an overheard conversation, whatever it is, list it here so we can all share.

This morning I was walking from my parking lot and I saw a cardboard box laying on the sidewalk, about the size of a shoebox. There's a picture of a naked woman on the box. Turns out this is the discarded packaging for an inflatable sex doll.

WTF?

We used to have an adult store next to us in our industrial park (this store was in the industrial park because of all of the rules the county has about where these places can't be) and we would find stuff like that in our parking lot sometimes. This always led me to the next WTF question. Why did someone need to take that out of the box while they were in the car?

 

[DiO'Bolic]

I got behind a woman while driving to work yesterday. I had to beep the horn to get her moving at three different stoplights after the lights turned green. Stoplight one she was applying mascara, stoplight two she was applying lipstick, and stoplight three she was fixing her hair. And she had the nerve to flip me the bird. WTF!

 

[Out of Order]

We used to have an adult store next to us in our industrial park (this store was in the industrial park because of all of the rules the county has about where these places can't be) and we would find stuff like that in our parking lot sometimes. This always led me to the next WTF question. Why did someone need to take that out of the box while they were in the car?

I guess I know where you spent your lunch breaks........

 

[Out of Order]

I got behind a woman while driving to work yesterday. I had to beep the horn to get her moving at three different stoplights after the lights turned green. Stoplight one she was applying mascara, stoplight two she was applying lipstick, and stoplight three she was fixing her hair. And she had the nerve to flip me the bird. WTF!

Was she hawt?

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Was she hawt?

Not 'til after the third light.

 

[Out of Order]

Not 'til after the third light.

 

[Walter Oobleck]

Been years since the wife and I rented a movie, but there was this once we're there at Blockbuster, browse the aisles, decide to rent a movie or two and head over to the cashier. Big mistake. One of our troubled youth was in line ahead of us. Poor guy's pants were riding his kneecaps and he was inching forward as the cashier wished each of those in front of us a happy day. I'm off in La-la Land like usual when I notice my wife cringe double and turn toward the back of the store...she's almost choking and one hand is reached out, pointing. I turn to see a fruity pattern, pants around his knees, everything covered...yay! boy howdy! I had-to-of mouthed the words, WTF! Then I studied him to watch where he'd find a wallet, but I think he had that in his hand.

 

[cat in a bag]

These things happened to my husband last week, when I said the moon or spring fever or whatever was making people plumb crazy.

First, after running some errands together and having a nice lunch, he dropped me off so I would be home when RJ got here and left to get the tires on the pickup rotated and balanced. He is sitting there, minding his own business, waiting on the pickup when a woman just saunters right over, sits right next to him even though he is the only other person in the waiting area and with no preamble whatsoever, offers him her phone number and tells him he can come on over when their vehicles were done for a good time. Who does crap like that? They weren't even engaged in casual conversation! She just sat down and made the offer.

Then coming home from that adventure, he was in the left lane of a road that merges into one lane. There was a young woman on the phone in the right lane slightly ahead of him. She doesn't see him, goes to merge. He slams on his brakes in order to not be hit, and then she looks up and sees him in the mirror and thinks he was riding her bumber the whole time. So she pulls over. He is angry because he could see she was on the phone and not paying any attention to her surroundings, so he stopped as well. She yells Get off my asssss! and then spit at him! A big, freaking ball of phlegm through her window, through the window on the pickup and into the pickup. WTF?!?!?

 

[Out of Order]

These things happened to my husband last week, when I said the moon or spring fever or whatever was making people plumb crazy.

First, after running some errands together and having a nice lunch, he dropped me off so I would be home when RJ got here and left to get the tires on the pickup rotated and balanced. He is sitting there, minding his own business, waiting on the pickup when a woman just saunters right over, sits right next to him even though he is the only other person in the waiting area and with no preamble whatsoever, offers him her phone number and tells him he can come on over when their vehicles were done for a good time. Who does crap like that? They weren't even engaged in casual conversation! She just sat down and made the offer.

Talk about a full service, service station!

 

[Grandpa]

Replacing a starter on an old Oldsmobile wagon, crawling under the beast to do so. The starter couldn't be extracted without removing some kind of bracing bar that was perfectly positioned to keep the starter from getting out. In order to take out the bracing bar, you had to remove one bolt that rotated freely with the nut on the other side, that was nearly impossible to anchor, and the space to turn the bolt head itself wasn't exactly generous. You either needed a 14-elbow socket or painfully loosen it a 16th of an inch rotation at a time. WTF were they thinking?

Newer car, Saturn Outlook. Went to replace a headlight. Spent 45 minutes of my life that I'll never get back trying to figure it out. Finally called the shop, and they said, "Oh, yeah, that's a tough one. You pretty much have to remove the fender." WTF?

Construction practices in Mexico, at least one place that I saw. You put up the buiding, frame it, drywall it. Then rip that out so you can put in the wiring. Button it up. Then rip it out so you can put in the plumbing. Build a stairway outside, anchor it in concrete. But you know it needs a handrail. So you jackhammer up the concrete to put in posts for the handrail, instead of leaving holes or, better yet, building the handrail at the same time. WTF?

 

[cat in a bag]

Talk about a full service, service station!

Yeah...he told her he'd be happy to give her his wife's phone number.

 

[Grandpa]

One more, just recently. Was at the House of Blues in Dallas. Walked past a couple at the bar. The guy shoved his hand out at me, asked me how I was doing. I'm not comfortable with strangers, or with people in general, but I ain't rude, so I shook his hand, said fine, how are you? He said, how old are you anyway? Not a question I usually get from strangers, but I told him the reverse letters for extra large. "How the hell can you be that old and stay in that shape?" I thought about sucking the gut in, but I thinking more, WTF?

He asked me where I was from. I told him Colorado now, originally Illinois. He said, "Hey, I'm from Wisconsin. We used to play basketball and take on the," and used a racial slur in plural form. I dropped his hand and stopped smiling. My head was crowded with WTF. I felt like I'd wandered into a movie that Lynch and Tarantino were co-directing.

 

[hossenpepper]

Yeah...he told her he'd be happy to give her his wife's phone number.

Yeah... that's what he told you I am sure...

 

[Shasta]

I got behind a woman while driving to work yesterday. I had to beep the horn to get her moving at three different stoplights after the lights turned green. Stoplight one she was applying mascara, stoplight two she was applying lipstick, and stoplight three she was fixing her hair. And she had the nerve to flip me the bird. WTF!

Sounds like you were driving in LA. I was changing lanes on the freeway the other day and I was 3/4 in the lane when some hired driver pulled into the lane right on top of me with no blinker and no warning. I honked, of course, as he almost hit me. His response was to still pull into the lane then roll down his window and scream at me. Yeah.... That's daily life here.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Sounds like you were driving in LA. I was changing lanes on the freeway the other day and I was 3/4 in the lane when some hired driver pulled into the lane right on top of me with no blinker and no warning. I honked, of course, as he almost hit me. His response was to still pull into the lane then roll down his window and scream at me. Yeah.... That's daily life here.

LOL. I'll drive an extra 15 minutes on a nice country road to avoid the highways.

When I drive in NYC (and after I swtich from peaceful conservative driver mode to animal demolition driver mode), the rule of the road is "Biggest Oldest Crappiest Car Wins!"

 

[hossenpepper]

LOL. I'll drive an extra 15 minutes on a nice country road to avoid the highways.

When I drive in NYC (and after I swtich from peaceful conservative driver mode to animal demolition driver mode), the rule of the road is "Biggest Oldest Crappiest Car Wins!"

Bostonians never use their turn signals for any reason because that would be giving away your plan to the enemy...

Then when all the really crappy and aggressive drivers get old, most retire here to FL to make life fun for the rest of us...

 

[SusanNorton]

The car in front of me this morning had a license plate that read "JIZ."

WTF? Were they clueless or nasty?

 

[Moderator]

Bostonians never use their turn signals for any reason because that would be giving away your plan to the enemy...

Then when all the really crappy and aggressive drivers get old, most retire here to FL to make life fun for the rest of us...

Second rule, never make eye contact as they approach your lane. That is inferred as permission to move into your lane.