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In the mid-2000s I was an executive and my boss personally paid for a table of ten for a fundraiser for breast cancer. It was really high-end. five tsar hotel in the CBD, very high-quality wine and food, beautifully presented, with lots of entertainment and some auctions to raise extra money. Everyone was in suits and having a good time. Over dessert some speeches came along and then to our surprise the head chef came out in his stained apron and his toque and started speaking in an Italian accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is very important for me. I lost my mother to breast cancer and I just wanted to acknowledge how important a cause your money is supporting. I would like to repay you in a small way by singing you a short Italian song." He then launched into a full-blown aria - I don't recall what it was but it was clear he wasn't just a chef. He had a glorious tenor voice and we got absolutely blown away by the performance. I was actually quite drunk and had...

Every Sunday night in the early 1990's, a group of Hollywood types in their 70 and 80s gathered for dinner at a venerable Italian restaurant in Westwood. There was a former network television executive, an Academy Award Winning movie producer, a longtime PR man for R&B singers, maybe a wife or a girlfriend, and me, a struggling writer in his 20s. The host was a manager/producer/impressario, in his 80s, in a wheelchair. His claim to fame was having produced what many critics argue is one of the worst movies ever made. His son, an entertainment lawyer, my entertainment lawyer, introduced us. The old man took an immediate liking to me, and invited me to these dinners. The #1 table on a Sunday at this restaurant was a big deal. To get it, we agreed to be in at 6, and out at 7:45. The typical dinner conversation was as expected from men of this age: prostates and prostitutes, deals that fell through, and ones they hoped to close but never actually will. The restaurant was still qui...

So today was supposed to be my first shift at a movie theatre. I was pretty excited. New job, free popcorn (hopefully), meeting coworkers, the usual. I was assigned to concessions. Everything was going normally until a customer walked up and asked me for a McFlurry with their popcorn. I politely explained that we don't sell McFlurries. They responded: "I SEE THE MCFLURRY MACHINE BEHIND YOU." They then started trying to climb over the counter to get behind me. I thought they were joking at first. They were not. Things escalated VERY quickly, and security got involved. The customer was apparently using their own kid as some kind of weapon, which is a sentence I never expected to write. I decided the best course of action was to get away from the situation. I hid behind the popcorn machine for a moment before making my way to the supervisor's office. My supervisor told me to stay there while he handled the situation. I locked the door, closed the blinds and waited. Then...

I (30M) found out my father (56M) has been sleeping with my wife (28F). A while ago, I started noticing changes in how my wife and my father acted around each other. If my wife and I were in a room and he walked in, her mood or facial expression would change. I also caught him looking at her more often, seemingly for no reason. For context, my wife and I live with our son just down the street from my parents, so we spend a lot of time at each other’s houses. Over time, I noticed more. He would take every opportunity to stand close to her, and he seemed to follow her from one room to another. If she went into the kitchen, for example, he would suddenly “need something from the kitchen.” I brought up my concerns with my wife, but she brushed them off and told me I was crazy. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on. Eventually, I set up microphones and cameras in several rooms around the house to see what I could find out. Over the past year, yes almost year, tho...

I went into my sixty-eight-year-old aunt’s garage to borrow some folding chairs. Beside my uncle’s model railway were six tubes of this fancy cream. “Modelling supplies,” Uncle Colin said. I picked one up. “Shea butter?” “For the hands. After the modelling.” A surprisingly expensive solution from a man who washes paintbrushes in old baked-bean tins. Then I noticed his nails. They were immaculate. Not clean. Colin has always been clean. These had shape. Shine. A finish usually reserved for cars he isn’t allowed to touch at exhibitions. “June’s been practising,” he said. “Practising what?” He looked towards the garden. I found Aunt June outside the summerhouse, moving a hanging basket directly in front of the window. “What’s in there?” “Garden things.” “Can I get the chairs?” “I’ll bring them round.” This was unusual enthusiasm for lifting furniture from someone who normally considers pointing a sufficient contribution. I opened the door. Inside were two armchairs, a stack of little tow...

I went into my twenty-two-year-old son’s room to collect the mugs. On his desk were these little silver cartridges, lined up beside his laptop. “For my BB gun,” he said. I took one downstairs and asked his dad. “Yep. Gas cartridges.” He barely looked away from the television. That was reassuring for about three seconds, until I realized I had received two identical answers from people who regularly ask me where we keep the towels. I found the packaging. “Then why does the box say whipped cream?” My husband paused the television. Apparently we had reached the part of the investigation where looking at the evidence was necessary. Upstairs, my son had suddenly become very interested in putting his laundry away. Specifically, putting it in front of his wardrobe. I asked him to open it. Inside was a whipped-cream dispenser, a milk frother, three bottles of syrup and a stack of plastic cups. Last month, I said we weren’t buying any more coffee equipment. We have a perfectly good coffee mach...

I was looking for a phone charger. That is the last point in this story at which I was behaving normally. In my wife’s bedside drawer, I found something green. With a button. Whatever you just pictured: yes. My brain went there too. Except mine immediately hired a lawyer. A small, sensible part of me suggested asking my wife what it was. Unfortunately, that part of me apparently has no voting rights. I picked it up. It had some weight to it. Suspicious. It was underneath a book. Concealed. Also suspicious. Please understand that once you’ve decided you’re a detective, even somebody reading becomes evidence. I pressed the button. It yodeled. I cannot adequately explain how unprepared my theory was for Alpine folk music. Then I heard claws on the hallway floor. Our Labrador came around the corner, parked himself directly in front of me, and performed the most professional sit of his career. He knew the sound. He knew the procedure. Somehow, I interpreted this as further evidence that I ...

“Nobody should get to make the decision to end their life.” The words escaped his lips with such conviction that, for a moment, I almost envied him. There was something revolting about the certainty in his voice. Not the words themselves, perhaps, but the ease with which he could say them. But, perhaps that’s what kept him alive, the conviction, the belief, the dedication that nobody should get to end any life because of the repercussions it has on others. “Is that what’s keeping you alive?” It took me a few minutes to cough out, a live debate in my head. I didn’t care what was keeping him alive, I was just curious. But curiosity is what kills the cat. He seemed taken aback by the question. For a moment, the certainty that had filled the room just seconds earlier appeared to falter. “It’s one of the reasons, the others are more complex.” he said. I wondered whether he had expected me to accept that answer. Whether he thought it was enough. I didn’t dig deeper. I didn’t want to fi...

It started out easy enough. I had been talking to this guy from the Bay area for roughly six months. When my situation went bad at my sister's place and she got evicted he drove out here to pick me up. Said I could stay with him no big deal. Fast Forward like 2 weeks and he starts telling me I need to get some money and so I had better post an ad. I was lost! I had no idea what that meant and so the next day he dropped me off somewhere on E 14TH and told me to just walk down the street he would pick me up further down the street. By this time I caught on and was terrified. I had never done anything like this before. I was promiscuous but never for money. Luckily, (for me), no tricks stopped for me and he picked me up where he said he would . He was really mad. When we got back to his house he told me to get out. Threw me and my stuff out in the middle of Oakland with nowhere to go and not one person I could call. It was February and it was cold. I was freezing, scared, and felt l...

So we’re a group of 13 hanging out and it’s one of my friend’s birthday.. birthday decor, balloons and what not I use the washroom and come back to where the celebration was happening. They decide to ask me what color the balloon was and it was clearly red.. so I told them it’s RED They’re all like wtf no it’s blue.. so you’re color blind but don’t worry 1 in 10 people are like that This went on and on for hours my flabbers were clearly gasted. They didn’t budge And they finally convinced me. This morning I decided to tell my parents about it, showed them the ballot and asked them what color it was.. they’re both like: it’s red I need to start charging these idiots for emotional damages. submitted by /u/sooooodone_bye [link] [comments]

This was so embarrassing… For context, I was in a community group with some elderly people from my neighborhood and they also do art classes at the library where they have a nude model and the class draws them. I’d been to these classes with them before and a few months after my eighteenth birthday, they asked me if I wanted to model for them sometime. I liked them and they seemed chill so I agreed, and I modeled for a few of their groups a number of times, and they’d make art and show it to me, and occasionally post it online without mentioning my name or anything like that. Yesterday, I was at a local indoor pool where I volunteer and a group of middle aged men and women who were sitting on the side waved me over, not thinking much of it I walked over and asked them how they were doing. Then one showed me and the whole group a picture of me naked, (keep in mind photography was not allowed in these classes) and they showed me and the rest of the group drawings they made of me nude in...

it was 3 years ago, i was hanging out at my house with my bff and my other friend. we were just messing around in my bedroom and all of that such when suddenly i felt something brewing in my system, then i had an idea up my sleeve. i wanted to create a funny little memory and video record the moment it happened so i told her that i'm going to record something and i tricked her into leaning more closely to my rear end. i don't know how she exactly fell for it but once i hit the record button, i said "it's recording now!" a few seconds later, i ripped a short but loud fart on her and she froze in complete terror with a flabbergasted look on her face lol. me and my other friend started hysterically laughing and my bff said "good thing i wasn't fucking breathing!" and "i had a feeling it was coming.." then she proceeded to laugh but she's lucky that it didn't stink. i stopped the recording and sent it to our group chat afterwards, it w...

This is a true story. I am clearly good with finding women and securing a wife so I'm sharing advise with the world on how to do that. Just hang out in your room by yourself and play video games. That's what I did, it worked for me. I was just chilling playing video games and a cute 18yo brunette walked right in, asked me out, and we fell head over heels in love. We are married to this day. If it worked for me it will surely work for you! Here is the story with more details. My sister decided to throw a Halloween party for her friends all of whom had recently graduated high school along with herself. We both still lived with mom and dad while working our way through college courses. On this particular day I had just returned home from a long shift at work, I didn't realize there had been a party scheduled. I knew most of the people there, I recognized them as my sisters friends. I just waved and went straight to my room to fire up the video games like a real stud. I mus...

I’m sitting on my bathroom floor at 3:00 AM, crying into the fur of a 12-year-old, half-blind golden retriever mix named Buster, and I just need to get this out into the universe. Three months ago, my grandfather passed away. They had been inseparable for over a decade. When Papa went into hospice, Buster stopped eating. When Papa died, Buster sat by the front door for two weeks, just waiting. Because my parents couldn’t take him, I brought Buster into my small apartment. I’ll be honest: it’s been hard. He has severe separation anxiety, his hips are failing, and most days he just stares at the wall with this profound, devastating sadness. I felt like I was just running a canine nursing home, keeping him comfortable until he inevitably joined Papa. I’ve been going through a really dark clinical depression myself. Tonight, it peaked. I hit a breaking point where the silence in my apartment felt too heavy to breathe through. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took out a bottl...

I was managing a Club in a city with a large Air force presence. Many of the customers were foreign nationals attending Language School and would come in and most were really good people. We had very strict procedures for Credit Card usage. A valid unexpired ID (confirmed visually) with a matching name on Credit Card. Cards were reauthorized when tabs got big, A bartender called me over and handed me a US Military ID and a Credit Card, names did not match. Bartender showed me a closed tab from same guy with another name. There were four of them, all similar looking with large beards. Bartender told me he saw them using the ATM also. I approached the guy who tendered the Card. I asked why he used a non matching Military ID / Credit Card for this transaction . He apologized and reached for his wallet. This guy pulls out three different US Military ID’s. Not one of them matched name on Card. He then shows me a photo of yet another ID. This time they matched. I was never in the Military...

My cousin got married.....2hr15min late. I got a call asking can I pick my cousin, the groom's daughter up from the hotel and bring her to the ceremony. I'm like of course, love her she's sweet and like 9 then. I leave my house an hour before the ceremony is supposed to start to get to the hotel. I get to the hotel 45min until ceremony. Knock on door and someone opens it. I see my little cousin....who is in pajamas. Im freaking out as where is her dress. She's supposed to be a flower girl in her dad's wedding. At this moment the bathroom door swung open. The bride is just getting out of the tub....45min before her wedding 😐 (30min drive to the building btw). She tells me her mom accidentally took the girl dress. Which i dont understand how an adult sized woman confuses a small 9 year old dress for hers but ok. She says her mom has the dress there already, i tell cousin let's go to get you changed. The bride then tells her 10 year old daughter bye. Im like wher...

I took on the local mental health clinic after I caught them committing fraud. Billing for services not provided, up charging for specialized therapy that never happened (nor was the provider qualified to bill for) and falsified documents. The sociopathic social worker took advantage of my toddler daughters and I. She was lying to my face about services available, saying we didn’t meet diagnostic criteria while she was billing for the services I was asking for - just no one was providing it. To conceal her crime, she violated HIPAA and slandered me across town to every other disability service center in the county. People were rude as hell to me for no reason and it took me 18 months to figure out what she was doing. Beyond words evil. Just fucking kicking me at my lowest and blocking any help from getting to me and my daughters so she could look good to her bosses at my personal expense. I spent over 100 hours meticulously organizing my findings, over 150+ fraudulent billing inst...

so i confronted my dad about the woman. he denied it at first but eventually admitted he’d been seeing her for years. my mom overheard the commotion. she asked what it was about we both stayed DEAD silent. my mom was already suspicious as if she already knew. my mom and dad gets into an argument over it and my dad packs his bags and leaves to sleep at a motel. the next morning, i call my dad and he finally admitted it. he’d been paying for an apartment across town for years and visiting them while telling my mom he was working late or going fishing. my mom was right by me when i called him. turns out she’d known about the woman for almost a year. she’d found messages on his ipad and confronted him privately. he’d promised her he would end it, and she’d kept quiet because he told her mom would never recover from it. she’d been carrying this alone for a year. i genuinely don’t know what happens now. my mom won’t speak to him, my sister is in utter disbelief after she found out, and my d...

got an uber home last weekend and the driver recognized my last name. turns out he used to work with my dad years ago. we’re chatting normally until he asks if my dad still goes fishing every other thursday. i said yeah, pretty sure. he goes “oh nice, is he still going with that woman from accounting?” i laughed because i assumed he was joking. he wasn’t... apparently my dad has been telling my mom he’s going fishing with his buddies every other thursday for like 6 years. the driver then showed me a photo of them all together at a christmas party. my dad was holding a baby. i have a 19 year old sister. my parents have been married 24 years. i got out of the car, went inside, and ate dinner with my family like nothing happened. haven’t confronted him yet. honestly still processing the fact that my dad might have a whole second family and my uber driver was the one to break the news. PS: gave the guy 5 stars because what the fuck else do you do in that situation submitted by ...

Last Saturday, my little brother decided he was going to become a cybersecurity expert. He is 12 years old. His entire technical background consists of watching YouTube tutorials, playing Minecraft, and once successfully installing a printer driver without crying. I woke up at around 9 AM and walked downstairs to find him sitting at the dining table wearing sunglasses indoors, typing aggressively on his laptop. I asked him what he was doing. He said, “Securing the network.” I looked at him. “What network?” “The Wi-Fi, Daniel.” “Ryan, the Wi-Fi already has a password.” He slowly took off his sunglasses and looked me dead in the eyes. “That’s what you think.” BRO. I went back upstairs because I wasn’t getting involved in whatever villain origin story was happening in my kitchen. About 20 minutes later, my dad started shouting from the living room. “WHO CHANGED THE WIFI PASSWORD?” Ryan appeared at the top of the stairs like he had been summoned by an ancient ritual. “I did.” “WHY?” “For ...