• Interesting things your parents have experienced
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My mom used to room with my English teacher when they were in university. My mom tells me that EVERY night, she would hear my English teacher moaning as her boyfriend fucked her. This makes English class unbelievably awkward.
My dad drove through a swarm of bees in a mail truck. He didn't give a fuck.
My granddad shot an emu with a shotgun because it was about to attack my mum when she was a child.
My dad worked on a ship in the baltic sea. They were closing in to their destination when they got a phone call from someone at the docks. He told my dad and the rest of the crew that there was a big group gathering in the docks waiting for their arrival. Guess who? Greenpeace. My dad was shipping oil amongst other things the typical Greenpeace would frown upon and now they were waiting to cover them in protest signs. My dad, being the chief mate came up with a brilliant plan. The harbour had two big entrances, one were they were supposed to dock, unload their goods and then ship out from, and one other entrance wich lead to the other part of the harbour. So while the greenpeace guys were waiting patiently for the ship to arrive, my dad steered the boat into the other port, with the angsty protesters being completely oblivious. Then he safely landed, took care of the bussines and shipped out while the greenpeace just stood there like a bunch of braindead cows. And thats the story of how my dad fooled Greenpeace.
My dad works for Lockheed Martin and gave a tour to George S. Patton's grandson the other day.
My mom gave birth to me
They survived car crash, car just burst in to flames.
freemasonry
When my dad was in college in LA he was running around the city for a workout and ran straight into Wilt Chamberlain. Last year at Ohio State, I was walking through a club and walked straight into Terrell Pryor. I guess my family has a history of literally brushing shoulders with big black athletes.
My dad was in the army in his early 20's, somehow (he doesn't remember) a grenade went off and some shrapnel lodged itself into his right knee. Then he left the army and worked as a truck-driver during the Jugoslavian-war (the first year or so, before we gtfo'd) got death threats by Serbs for no fucking reason other than being Bosnian and doing his job. Once he and his co-driver got beat up by drunk Serbs when trying to go past a barricade, he had permits and all. They didn't let them turn around and go another road and harassed them until someone of higher rank yelled at them to stop.
My father is the Miss Finland official photographer. Them winners of the competition visit our house from time to time too
My mom's family was was so poor she couldn't afford to go to university. She became a tour guide in this great thai tourist city (kind of like the Amsterdam of Thailand, 'cept without the drugs) and that's how my parents met and how my mom's sisters are now living relatively successful lives. My parents are now divorced and due to my mom never having gone to college she is really struggling in life right now :(
An email conversation about my grandpa. [QUOTE=Mom]I talked to grandpa yesterday and he said to tell you congrats on the job - he did in fact meet Steve Jobs on two occasions and he told me he was less than cordial....[/QUOTE] [quote=Me]Thanks mom! That's pretty cool that he met him, but I figured as much since grandpa has met a bunch of people in the engineering industry.[/quote] [quote=Mom]Actually - he worked for a research and development group called Xerox park - not sure of the spelling of park - and they were the ones who pioneered the first personal computer - Steve Jobs came there and actually stole their technology and a couple of their top guys and created the first Mac - copying EXACTLY what Grandpa had been part of creating - remember he was a research scientist the computer field. Grandpa had a PC on his desk back in 1972 and I remember as a kid him telling me that someday everyone would have a personal computer and being like, yeah, sure Dad - dream on!! He has met all kinds of cool people and was also part of creating the first VCR which worked like a record player with these GIANT disks like LP's - it was fun cuz we were the only ones on the block who had access to these super modern and cool contraptions....[/quote] [quote=Me]Haha that's really cool, I knew he worked on something like that but I wasn't too sure the exact story behind it. So shouldn't he have a bunch of patents? Also, I pulled up the computer grandpa is talking about, there's a whole wiki article on it which is cool: [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xerox_Alto[/url][/quote] [quote=Mom]Oh wow, yep - that is where Grandpa worked when I was a kid and the Alto was the computer he had on his desk - one of the originals - wish he coulda kept it - that would have been amazing, huh? What grandpa was responsible for developing with the thin film coating on computer hard drives. He worked in a clean room wearing a bunny suit and stuff. He does have quite a few patents as a matter of fact.[/quote] Pretty interesting, I know he's also met Bill quite a few times too.
my dad flew to the moon before buzz aldrin. conspiracies.
This was interesting to me and my dad because we were both present at the time. One time I was taking the city bus (my dad drives it so I get free rides) and I was sitting up by the front because it was a very slow day and nobody needed the front seats. My dad comes up to one of the stops and lets 5 or 6 people on and the last woman gets out her bus pass and hands it to my dad. He punches the pass and, this is really strange, as he's handing the woman her bus pass back the woman reaches out to put it back in her purse and there was a loud clack sound like someone flicked the card and it was gone. One second it was in his hand, the next it was gone. He looked around the dash board, on the floor, everywhere. gone. I saw it, it didn't go anywhere, it's like we all just skipped a few frames like that episode of Futurama. After a search of the small area the card could possibly be in my dad decided staying on schedule was more important than a half empty bus pass and he gave her a brand new one free and apologized. It still drives us crazy wondering where that card went.
My mom went to Woodstock when she was like nine years old. :v: Oh, and my dad was a merchant mariner in Desert Storm.
My dad got chased down by some random guy, shot at and stabbed in the eye with a knife. All because he pointed a flashlight at their car. Also, he met real detectives. Says that they're scary as fuck.
My dad took a dump off of a highway overpass and landed in some guys car.
[QUOTE=Rethill34;33020532]My dad got chased down by some random guy, shot at and stabbed in the eye with a knife. All because he pointed a flashlight at their car. Also, he met real detectives. Says that they're scary as fuck.[/QUOTE] What do you mean real detectives? My friend's dad is a detective and he seems pretty alright.
In 1991, my father saw an injured man on the expressway and pulled over for help. Turns out the man was a wounded taxi driver. After calling the police at a gas station and returning to the scene, my dad asked as many questions as he could about the shooter before the victim died of blood loss. My dad then repeated the descriptions of the shooter to the police when they arrived, and this soon led to the arrest and conviction of Glen Seals. Evidence: [url]http://www.nola.com/news/index.ssf/2009/03/man_whose_firstdegree_murder_c.html[/url] [quote]Seals claimed Feeney pulled a gun on him inside the cab, and that he panicked and grabbed for it. Feeney was shot five times in the struggle that followed, even as Seals drove the cab from New Orleans toward Elmwood on the Earhart Expressway, Seals told detectives, and his attorneys told the jury. A passer-by, Kevin Belile, who was returning to his Harahan home from work, found Feeney lying on the shoulder of the Clearview Parkway exit ramp from Earhart. He said he called 911 from a gas station on Clearview Parkway and returned to the wounded man. When he arrived, he said Feeney tried to get up and said, "'Help me, please, I'm dying.'" Responding to Belile's questions, Feeney said he had been robbed and shot, and that his cab was stolen, Belile testified. He also described his attacker.[/quote]
Nothing major that I can think of. One event that was quite funny, though, was when I was with my dad who was driving out of town for work. I think I was about 10-12 years old. He was driving basically in the middle of no where down a highway, and we saw a body on the side of the road. He pulled over and drove up to it, and it basically looked like a hobo just died on the side of the road. He called the police who said they had gotten a couple calls already, and asked him to honk to make sure he was non-responsive. So, my dad honked and this hobo popped up and got really pissed off, so my dad took off and laughed. I thought it was hilarious too.
My dad used to work in a gold mine out in the middle of western australia and he had a mate who got frustrated from the heat so he kicked in the controls of a front end loader and it broke. The supervisor found out and he got the sack. So dad went and complained saying its not his fault because it gets unbearably hot and stuffy. Anyways he said that there no reason why he should destroy company equipment (Something along the lines of that). So dad said " if you want to play it that way, me and the boys will have the rest of the day off" (bear in mind that this is a massive company that cant have hiccups in the works) So dad went and got all of the workers (600) and they had a strike. The local town got behind it and they stopped all trains and trucks from entering and leaving. This only lasted for a few days before the head of the company flew up form perth and asked dad what he wanted, dad said he wanted his mate to have his job back and the supervisor to be sacked. He pretty much got what he wanted and that was it. After that dad became the representative for the workers (while still being the powder monkey) and whenever something happened to a worker dad would sort it out. i also hope this is easy to comprehend :P
My mom's a porn-star and my dad is a politician ... Pretty much the same thing.
My mom went to school with [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Kesey]Ken Kesey's[/url] kids.
[QUOTE=Hiccuper;33020828]What do you mean real detectives? My friend's dad is a detective and he seems pretty alright.[/QUOTE] Well, he was playing L.A. Noire and he starts telling me how he was having a party. And he was called by someone. At the time, my uncle loved to pull pranks and pretend to be other people. He was called by a detective, who apparently thought that something bad might be happening there. I have to get the full story again. But anyway, he tells my dad to go outside to the end of the block or whatever. My dad hangs up and tells a couple of friends that my uncle is being funny again. Gets to the end of the block, and there's two people sitting in a car. They show their badge and ask him how he's doing. And abrupty: "So uh, you got alot of people over at your house." He tells them yeah, he does. They go and ask him if there's anything going on, and proceeds to tell him that they're watching him. That's all I can remember off the top of my head, I should get him to write it down.
- My paternal Grandfather has a third degree black belt in Jiu Jitsu, was issued a sort of business card which stated that if he was to get into a fight someone, he has to hand who ass-kickee that card to insure that they know who they're dealing with. He was also in a band as the lead guitarist. - My maternal Grandfather was in the Navy, as a merchant of some sort. He and his crew would go around all of South America (back in the 60s) giving aid to countries all over. After some time, they finally stopped in Brazil and spent two years there. He learned Brazilian-Portuguese there, and did plenty of partying. He also managed a ship bringing doctors, teachers, and other people to Cuba. After some time during the trip, the passengers found out they were being brought to Cuba (for aid, but they thought otherwise.) Many of them jumped overboard, into shark infested waters, in a panic. Most of those who jumped into the drink were mutilated by the beasts. My grandfather said "they jumped into the water, and we tried our best to get them back in, but they were eaten alive. I even threw a rope down to one man, with the water bloody red all around him. When he grabbed on, a shark tore off his legs, and he dropped back in." He brought this up while we were eating at Applebees. It was sad to see him suddenly change the subject and bring up something as dark as that. He went on to tell us how they tried to save the passengers, but how most of them never made it to Cuba. - When I was about 5 or 6, my Father woke me up in the middle of the night to watch the stars. I was drowsy and didn't know what was happening, but he led me into the backyard with a pair of binoculars. After a few minutes of wandering around in the driveway and on the dirt, he pulled me over and told me to "look up". Then, I saw it. Not the moon or a few measly stars, but the view into the rest of the galaxy. I forgot what it was called, but it was like a giant cloud blanketed with thousands of stars. The sight of that, through my own eyes, woke me right up and left me in awe. I think he did the same thing with his father when he was young.
My grandpa has had a hell of life and has a lot of stories but one of my favorites was when he lived at a brothel for a bit. (He was a bricklayer and it was cheap housing.) He was good friends with all the girls who worked there, including the Madame, and it lead to him being invited to her son's wedding. He says sure, and then she tells him that, "Now, when you get to the reception, don't just go HI MADAME YOU OLD WHORE!". His response is simply, "But you ARE a whore." He's also been shot because he dared a guy who said he was going to, to do it, raised I think six-seven kids, and has pretty much most of his kids to either start successful business or marry someone who had one. (Though I was sadly, not one of them.) He's a great man and I look up to him highly. Sure, he's a hardass, but goddamn he's one for good reason.
My grandfather aided the Soviet Cold war effort by being a paratrooper and landing in barbed wire. He had metal put into his knee and he got thrown out of the military.
My mom was molested by her father in law when she was a teen and moved out on her own when she was 16.
Death:v: [IMG]http://sae.tweek.us/static/images/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/IMG] To be honest though,i my father's death did not made me sad nor happy.I had no reaction when i heard it,could be the fact that he didn't lived with us since i was 5 and then we've seen each other less and less,then he went to London because of a job and the autopsy said he died on a bench i a park due to overdose of meta-din.
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