My sister
had a weird experience, whilst driving on a motorway a few years back. Her and her friend had seen a fairly bad accident ahead and had just managed to pass it when they were flagged down by a women looking very distant and confused. As it was a woman they decided to slow down and see what she wanted. She just asked to be taken to the nearest town, which seemed fairly odd because there was no particular place in the town she wanted to be dropped off, like her house or a place she could call someone. The weirdest thing of all, she said, was that it was a very hot day in June and before she got in the car, it was very hot, as you can imagine, so they had the windows open but one thing they noticed very quickly was that the car had dropped in temperature so much that they had to turn the heating on to maximum just to stop shivering.

The woman seemed oblivious to this and also to their concern over her safety when they dropped her off, she kept giving the same answer to all their questions, which was just "drop me off anywhere I’ll be fine" which in some cases didn't even have any context to the questions they were asking.


They finally come to a roundabout entering said town and immediately she asks them to stop at some traffic lights, she gets out and simply stands in the middle of the roundabout with the same pale shocked look on her face and not attempting to either enter the town or get off the roundabout....They asked her again if she was sure this was where she wanted to be dropped off, this time no answer, she just stared off into the distance, almost as though this was exactly where she wanted to be. All of this on the surface could be explained I guess but a few minutes later they turn on the radio and hear that there had been a fatality on the same stretch of motorway they had just exited from. They never found out if it involved a woman but they noticed as soon as they pulled off that the car had become sweltering hot again due to the heater being on full blast in 26oc heat......weird. Sorry for lack of funny.

PS I still think there is a rational explanation for this and still don't believe in super natural powers.
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 13:59, 19 replies)

rational explanation #1
Your sister is part of an urban legend?
(babyaeroplanes, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:15, closed)

Well that goes without saying.
Certainly the thing about the melon, the policeman and the ice cream van.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:15, closed)

Is that the one
with the desk-lamp and the acorns? Or am I thinking of the other one?
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:26, closed)

No that's the other one.
You're thinking of the one where there's no lid on the cocoa powder.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:32, closed)

aaaaah, yes!
I get them confused so easily. Especially if there's tinned salmon or a dead budgie involved.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:38, closed)

When I told my mother that one, she was sick for a week.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:39, closed)

I remember the night I first heard it.
It was my induction into the Windsor Brethren and Sistren of the Almighty and Worshipful Company of Left-Handed Goat-Dockers. I'd assumed the position, partaken of the ceremonial Goat-Docking (left-handed, of course), and was about to be given the ritual Cheese-Slice and Blue Sock, when the Grand Master spake forth about the Mysterious and Downright Spooky tale to which you refer.

I haven't been able to look at tinned salmon since. Or leiderhosen.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:50, closed)

Personally speaking
I still can't be left in the same room as a wardrobe on my own for any length of time.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:56, closed)

On another note (reminded by the talk of wardrobes)
Some woman who had an affair with Nicholas Soames said sex with him was like "a wardrobe falling on top of you, with the key still in the door".

Ewwwww.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:03, closed)

"Alright - we'll call it a drawer."

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:06, closed)

No, no.
I don't think it was anywhere near big enough to be compared to a drawer. Just a teeny tiny little iron key poking ineffectually around.

Ewwwwww.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:07, closed)

A couple of years ago Mrs Vagabond & I were in St Ives for the music festival.
At one pub we were in, at around lunchtime, an old lady came in with a guitar, and started playing a blusey number that had the chorus "I said to him I sure like your key, but you're putting it in the wrong keyhole ... "
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:09, closed)

filth

(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:10, closed)

filth sexytiem
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:12, closed)

So what attracted her to him in the first place.
The rich smell of mahogany?
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 17:04, closed)

his sparkling personality?
his magnificent hair?
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 12:39, closed)

I love stuff like this.
I really would like to meet someone who this has happened to, or for it to happen to me. Aceness.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:15, closed)

tenuous....
ooooooo oooo camoflage, he was the worlds strongest marine !
(TwinkleFuckingToes Has a ingrown toe nail, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 14:27, closed)

Perhaps she had just done a big shop at Iceland?

( Dervel OTBC, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 16:36, closed)