Someone told me a story about a guy that I don’t know. But he must be some crazy chicken. He was drunk and found it was fun to drive through a traffic circle backwards. Around and around.
Unforseen, another car entered the circle – not assuming that someone would pace round backwards. It must have been a big BANG.
The driver called the police. Now it’s getting interesting… He told the officers what had happened: „That guy was speeding through the circle reverse and crashed here into the front of my car!“
Now, imagine you were a police officer. ‚In reverse? Is that what you’re saying? He came backwards and crashed your car?’ Finally, the cops could absolutely not believe that someone would ride the wrong way backwards in the middle of the night and tested the guy on alcohol – positive.
That means: the guy who I don’t know got away with crashing his car drunk into another while riding reverse through a traffic circle at night. He got refund from the insurance and the other poor guy had to pay fees for drunk driving, for his rugged car and had to hand in his license for at least a few months. And why? Because he had one or two drinks and what happened to him was so unrealistic that the cops would not believe him.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Darwin Award aspirant
I just remembered this incredible story which I've originally heard five years ago. I'm not sure who told me, but I think it came from a New Zealand newspaper:
A guy stepped out on his porch in the morning to grab his newspaper. Unfortunately he slipped and fell. He must have hit the ground with his head because he was knocked unconscious. He lay on the floor on his front, but his face was in his dog's water bowl. That poor guy drowned on his porch on a sunny morning.
A guy stepped out on his porch in the morning to grab his newspaper. Unfortunately he slipped and fell. He must have hit the ground with his head because he was knocked unconscious. He lay on the floor on his front, but his face was in his dog's water bowl. That poor guy drowned on his porch on a sunny morning.
Drunk on the tram
These are actually my favourite stories. When you're out somewhere with a few friends and one of them starts talking about falling asleep in the train, suddenly everyone can tell a story of himself like that.
This is my favourite, I guess. Mo was downtown with a few mates, got drunk... usual story. Then he took off alone - I don't know whether he was the only one remaining or just wanted to get some sleep.
He caught a train and fell asleep. The ride would take 20 minutes. He woke up after an hour and jumped off the train. He figured he was in the Central Station. I'm quite sure he knew that something somehow went wrong because he was obviously not where he wanted to arrive. No long discussion - a cab would take him home in no longer than 15 minutes.
The next afternoon he woke up, and randomly checked his purse. Oh, yes - "Where did all that money go???"
Mo had only little memories of the night before. He knew that he was in the Central Station and caught a cab...
What he figured retrospectively was actually too funny to believen it: He was in the Central Station - but not in Cologne, as he assumed. While he was asleep in the train, he was covering at least 30 kms between where he arrived and where he thought he was. In fact, he got off the train in Bonn, which is a completely different city, but seems to have a similar Central Station.
So, where the money went? Right, the cab which would normally have costed 20 bucks charged him more than 60 bucks because they had to drive back all the way.
This may sound really freaked out due to Mo not noticing any of that. However, he is convinced that this is what really happened because there is simply no other options how things might have went.
Don't forget to set your alarm clock the next time you're drunk on the train!
This is my favourite, I guess. Mo was downtown with a few mates, got drunk... usual story. Then he took off alone - I don't know whether he was the only one remaining or just wanted to get some sleep.
He caught a train and fell asleep. The ride would take 20 minutes. He woke up after an hour and jumped off the train. He figured he was in the Central Station. I'm quite sure he knew that something somehow went wrong because he was obviously not where he wanted to arrive. No long discussion - a cab would take him home in no longer than 15 minutes.
The next afternoon he woke up, and randomly checked his purse. Oh, yes - "Where did all that money go???"
Mo had only little memories of the night before. He knew that he was in the Central Station and caught a cab...
What he figured retrospectively was actually too funny to believen it: He was in the Central Station - but not in Cologne, as he assumed. While he was asleep in the train, he was covering at least 30 kms between where he arrived and where he thought he was. In fact, he got off the train in Bonn, which is a completely different city, but seems to have a similar Central Station.
So, where the money went? Right, the cab which would normally have costed 20 bucks charged him more than 60 bucks because they had to drive back all the way.
This may sound really freaked out due to Mo not noticing any of that. However, he is convinced that this is what really happened because there is simply no other options how things might have went.
Don't forget to set your alarm clock the next time you're drunk on the train!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Turkey Breast
No. I couldn't believe it. Daniel was home alone for a week or two, because his parents were on vacation. Nothing unusual so far - Daniel is 20 and actually able to take care of himself.
But then something happened, that I found absolutely unbelievable. He called his parents in Mexico... Do you know what he asked his mother who was thousands of miles away?
"Hi Mum, do you know whether I can still eat the turkey breast in the fridge?"
But then something happened, that I found absolutely unbelievable. He called his parents in Mexico... Do you know what he asked his mother who was thousands of miles away?
"Hi Mum, do you know whether I can still eat the turkey breast in the fridge?"
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