The most bizarre thing happened to me today...

[gadj1976]

Few months ago I went to meet a recruitment agent in Adelaide. He said to me, meet at Cibo at 11am, Friday, I'll meet you there. I hadn't met the guy before, only knowing him by his first name, Phil.

Anyway, 11.05am rolls around and I get two ladies walk up to me (both grinning) and one says "g'day <my first name> how are you, my name is Jane and this is Mary?". I said "did Phil send you" and they said "no". I said, "sorry where are you from" and they said the recruitment agency they were from. I said "sorry, I'm here to meet a Phil from Talent2. They said "oh, really?" I said "yeh.... just hold on".

I rang Phil. I say "Phil, g'day it's <my real name> here, where are you". He said "What........hold on.....I'm around the corner at the other coffee shop.... (insert mumbled discussion).... you're not going to believe this..... just a minute, I'll be back with you in a sec".

Phil re-appears at the coffee shop, with a bloke in tow. Phil had seen a bloke standing around said "Hi, you must be <my real name>" and then make way to another coffee shop. Phil said afterward "I wondered why he didn't know what I was talking about".

The respective recruitment agents swap <my real name> and disappear into the distance.

[Barto]

When I was living in Glenelg, had had a massive week so decided to stay home on a Sat night and have an early one.

At about 2am, a loud knock at the door. Ignored it thinking it might be a drunken mate wanting to continue partying..

Another loud knock.

"Open up, it's the police!"

FFFFUUUUUU

Cops: "have you been home all night?"
Me: "yes"
Cops: "Do own a red Kingswood?"
Me: "err.. yeah.."
Cops: "you'd better come with us, because it's embedded in a brick wall up the road"

Double FFFFUUUUUUU.

[Johno6]

Gadj. Who were the two chicks and how did they know u etc

[gadj1976]

Gadj. Who were the two chicks and how did they know u etc

They didn't know me they just looked at me standing there and assumed i was the person theyd organised to meet. Just happened to have the same name and have an appt for the same time.

[Aerie]

I went to the Optometrist a few months ago to get my eyes re-tested and get new glasses. The Optometrist asked a number of questions and looked puzzled when testing my eyes. He asked if when I came last time they told me I had a strange shaped eye and that I shouldn't do bungee jumping etc. as there would be a chance my eye would burst. My first and only appointment was about three years earlier and I was pretty sure I would remember if they said that. He left the room and came back after about five minutes asking who I was. I said my name from Mile End and he went out to the reception again. Turns out three years earlier another person with the exact same name as me had an appointment on that day as well and they got our records mixed up. At least I can go bungee jumping if I want to, but I hope they've told the other bloke he can't!

[mal]

I worked part time in a Chicken Shop on Sundays when I was a teenager [on Hanson Road !]
Worked there for about a year
I got drunk for the first time ever on a Saturday night
I was in no condition to go to work on the Sunday, and had a sickie
It was the only day off whilst working there
That morning a car accidently drove over the footpath and crashed thru the chicken shop
The boss had his legs crushed when the rotisserie collapsed on top of him
Lucky I was in a Quantum Sleap ...

[Media Park]

When I was about 16 I flew from Pt Lincoln to Adelaide. Was supposed to be meeting my parents (who were flying in from a holiday trip to Perth) at the airport, but instead of meeting me at the gate, their plane was delayed, and I was expected to sit in the airport for five hours... DAMN!
Anyway, I go to one of the little ships at the airport to buy a book. Thinking back to Pt Lincoln, I didn't want to walk around the shop with my bag on (one of the zips were broken and the pocket stayed open), because the last thing I wanted was to have the shop assistant thinking I was nicking stuff, because I hear that they take crime rather seriously at the airport.
So I leave my bag against a wall just outside of the shop, go in, and buy Steve Waugh's "Perfect Day," to kill the next five hours of boredom. Am in the shop for about ten minutes, as there was a bit of a line.
Anyway, I leave and go and find a seat near where Dad's plane will eventually get in. Half an hour goes by, and I realise that I don't have my bag... DAMN...
I go back to the shop, and sure enough the bag is still there, with two airport security guys standing next to it, one talking very excitedly into his walkie talkie...
I ease past them, and go to grab the bag, when one of them grabs me! DAMN!
Try explaining that you didn't want to be thought of as a criminal, so you leave your bag outside, then forget it... Well these buggers thought it had a bomb in it... (part of my i-Pod headphone wire was sticking out of the open pocket)...
At least I killed a fair swag of the five hours with this guy reading me the riot act about leaving a bag unattended at an airport...

[Moe]

When I was about 16 I flew from Pt Lincoln to Adelaide. Was supposed to be meeting my parents (who were flying in from a holiday trip to Perth) at the airport, but instead of meeting me at the gate, their plane was delayed, and I was expected to sit in the airport for five hours... DAMN!
Anyway, I go to one of the little ships at the airport to buy a book. Thinking back to Pt Lincoln, I didn't want to walk around the shop with my bag on (one of the zips were broken and the pocket stayed open), because the last thing I wanted was to have the shop assistant thinking I was nicking stuff, because I hear that they take crime rather seriously at the airport.
So I leave my bag against a wall just outside of the shop, go in, and buy Steve Waugh's "Perfect Day," to kill the next five hours of boredom. Am in the shop for about ten minutes, as there was a bit of a line.
Anyway, I leave and go and find a seat near where Dad's plane will eventually get in. Half an hour goes by, and I realise that I don't have my bag... DAMN...
I go back to the shop, and sure enough the bag is still there, with two airport security guys standing next to it, one talking very excitedly into his walkie talkie...
I ease past them, and go to grab the bag, when one of them grabs me! DAMN!
Try explaining that you didn't want to be thought of as a criminal, so you leave your bag outside, then forget it... Well these buggers thought it had a bomb in it... (part of my i-Pod headphone wire was sticking out of the open pocket)...
At least I killed a fair swag of the five hours with this guy reading me the riot act about leaving a bag unattended at an airport...

Heh, heh. Now that is funny.

[Psyber]

Not today but some years ago...

My receptionist buzzed me during my lunch break to say she had someone from the Attorney-Generals' office who wanted to speak to me about a confidential matter.
I said, "OK, I'm curious enough, put him through."
When I said "Hello" the guy said, " I'm not actually from the Attorney-Generals' office. That's what we tell receptionists. My name is .... and I'm with ASIO. We want to speak to you about ...." (Naming one of my patients.)

I said, "Well, ASIO or not you either need a Court Order or the patient's consent."
A few days later I had the patients consent and the ASIO man came to my office.
(At the end of the interview I asked him if he knew who had opened my mail from the Russian Embassy in 1973.)

[Booney]

Not today but some years ago...

My receptionist buzzed me during my lunch break to say she had someone from the Attorney-Generals' office who wanted to speak to me about a confidential matter.
I said, "OK, I'm curious enough, put him through."
When I said "Hello" the guy said, " I'm not actually from the Attorney-Generals' office. That's what we tell receptionists. My name is .... and I'm with ASIO. We want to speak to you about ...." (Naming one of my patients.)

I said, "Well, ASIO or not you either need a Court Order or the patient's consent."
A few days later I had the patients consent and the ASIO man came to my office.
(At the end of the interview I asked him if he knew who had opened my mail from the Russian Embassy in 1973.)

[Lightning McQueen]

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