The strangest stranger you’ve ever met.

[ViktorBaeArvidsson]

I remember when I was like 9 or 10, a older gentleman walked up to me with a toy snake and said “Snake” and walked away.

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[Kairi Zaide]

@Roman Fell (although I never met him IRL, thankfully)

 

[CapnZin]

I interviewed for a trading position on Wall Street hedge fund shortly after coming to America. After getting the position I went to a near by “bodega” type coffee shop to get a bite to eat and celebrate.

Well, some random guy just sat with me (looked kinda scraggly) and we ended up talking about investing and his prior experience (he used to be an analyst on Wall Street and prior to that he was a portfolio manager for a fund in Australia). He told me he made all of his money on a portfolio he labeled SinBin - partly out of his love for hockey. Sin stood for SIN stocks like tobacco, guns, and so on. BIN is the symbol for an Australian company called Bingo Industries.

I’ll never forget the end of our conversation- he said he’ll pay, gave me a congratulations, and put Monopoly money down on the table and walked out. That’s the strangest stranger I’ve ever met.

 

[HisIceness]

Not really a stranger, but when I was in college I shared a class with a really weird dude for about a month. I'm not sure what his deal was but he was just a strange cat.

He followed me into a bathroom one day. I went in there just to wash my hands and as I'm walking out he pushes me back (dude was much bigger than me so I wasn't going to win any physical fight with him) and starts mumbling some weird shit to me, something about not talking to his "girlfriend" or whatever. He then turns off the lights and slams the door as hard as you can slam one of those doors (no latch). There's another guy in there who is just as befuddled as I am and I have no idea what just happened or what to think.

About a week later he got expelled. One of my friends was in another class as him and said he got into a fist-fight with another student over his "girlfriend". When my class found this out, we were all relieved, including the professor. He was the kind of guy who was going to eventually shoot up the place if this behavior continued. Never found out about the "girlfriend" but did discover many female students reported him for sexual harassment.

 

[ViktorBaeArvidsson]

Not really a stranger, but when I was in college I shared a class with a really weird dude for about a month. I'm not sure what his deal was but he was just a strange cat.

He followed me into a bathroom one day. I went in there just to wash my hands and as I'm walking out he pushes me back (dude was much bigger than me so I wasn't going to win any physical fight with him) and starts mumbling some weird shit to me, something about not talking to his "girlfriend" or whatever. He then turns off the lights and slams the door as hard as you can slam one of those doors (no latch). There's another guy in there who is just as befuddled as I am and I have no idea what just happened or what to think.

About a week later he got expelled. One of my friends was in another class as him and said he got into a fist-fight with another student over his "girlfriend". When my class found this out, we were all relieved, including the professor. He was the kind of guy who was going to eventually shoot up the place if this behavior continued. Never found out about the "girlfriend" but did discover many female students reported him for sexual harassment.

Sounds normal to me

 

[NyQuil]

Probably the time I met Kris Letang. At first he was a stranger. But then he became a friend.

Let's go back to December 23th, in the year of 2004.

I just went undrafted in the 2003 draft. This is where I first heard the name of Kris Letang - a person I couldnt believe would save my life, a few months later.

I went back to my hometown Val D'Or, to meet with my girlfriend which I would end up marry for Christmas. I was driving through one of those exceptionnal snowstorm you would end up telling your kids about. I just had a freak injury, working in the shop, so I was driving my Toyota Camry with a arm in a plaster.

It was a 8 hours road, through snow and hell, with only one functional arm! This was obviously very dangerous, but I was in a hard place in my life and I just really wanted to be with my girlfriend. So I drove until I got lost - and snowed in. I remember it being around 9 pm, only, and thinking it was a matter of time before another car would take the same winding road as me and help me out.

Keep in mind this was early 2000. I didnt even had one of those bad cellphone with bad reception. I was just sitting there, hoping for glowing lights to appear behind me. My mind was running wild - I kept thinking about my future, the dream I had to play in the NHL was all but lost. Between the pratices, my bad grad at school, a girlfriend I would neglect... I got lost among my dream.

Then the snow got thickier, thickier, and I had to get out every hour or so to make sure my Camry wouldnt get snowed-in. I had a fair amount of gaz left, but I thought... what if?

What if no one pass by this road? What if I have to sleep here? Would I get frozen to death? Probably not, but I was starting to get scared. I couldnt start to walk anyway, because I was seriously lost, and I might have been miles away from the closest home.

So I did what I had to do : I slept there. I took all the clothes I had in my luggage, made myself a nice bed, and prayed I wouldnt get frozen to death, and thinking my girlfriend would be worried sick.

Just like in a horror movie, I was waken up by a loud banging on my window - giving me the scare of my life. And there was a young dude, besides his pickup. I checked time, it was a little bit past 6 a.m.

Kris Letang was there, on his route from Montréal to Val D'or, to meet players he met at a training camp. It's the team that drafted him, and for which he'd ended up playing.

My car was out of gaz - but I was so relieved to finally see someone. Kris picked me up, and we would do the road to the closest gaz station. Even at the times, he was already extremely beautiful, with his long dark hair and his dreamy eyes. I remember thinking how nice he smelled, especially for someone who just drove a long night roadtrip.

We discussed the previous draft, in which we were both, in the stands, hoping to hear our name get called. And then, he told me : '' Dont worry. Life will find a way to make you happy, just like I found you. ''

He was so confident. You could tell by the time he was a future champion. I was a bit shy, to tell the truth. But he made me feel so comfortable. He's an easy talker, he had well thought opinions on everything. Keep in my mind, we were just entering the Iraq invasion fiasco, he was really informed about it. I was so enlightened. But one thing that made me doubt, is when I asked him about his future. He told me : I will make the NHL. I will play there. And I will become the first white player to play in this league.

I told him there was already plenty of white players in the league, which is still mostly played only by caucasian players. He didnt seemed to mind. And at this point, neither did I. It was just one of those perfect moments.

On the road back, I asked him to sign my plaster, which he did.

But he didnt only signed his name, after dropping me by.

He told me : ''For Kev. Just watch me, in a few years I will be known as the Penguin to play in the NHL. Kris''

I told him: there's a much better chance of that to happen, if you mean Penguin the team, and not the animal.

And then he winked, and told me ''Sometimes, Life finds a way''

And he drove away.

 

[JMCx4]

... Let's go back to December 23th, in the year of 2004. ...

 

[ViktorBaeArvidsson]

And then he winked, and told me ''Sometimes, Life finds a way''

And he drove away.

I cri every tim at this part

 

[Tarantula]

Probably the time I met Kris Letang. At first he was a stranger. But then he became a friend.

Let's go back to December 23th, in the year of 2004.

I just went undrafted in the 2003 draft. This is where I first heard the name of Kris Letang - a person I couldnt believe would save my life, a few months later.

I went back to my hometown Val D'Or, to meet with my girlfriend which I would end up marry for Christmas. I was driving through one of those exceptionnal snowstorm you would end up telling your kids about. I just had a freak injury, working in the shop, so I was driving my Toyota Camry with a arm in a plaster.

It was a 8 hours road, through snow and hell, with only one functional arm! This was obviously very dangerous, but I was in a hard place in my life and I just really wanted to be with my girlfriend. So I drove until I got lost - and snowed in. I remember it being around 9 pm, only, and thinking it was a matter of time before another car would take the same winding road as me and help me out.

Keep in mind this was early 2000. I didnt even had one of those bad cellphone with bad reception. I was just sitting there, hoping for glowing lights to appear behind me. My mind was running wild - I kept thinking about my future, the dream I had to play in the NHL was all but lost. Between the pratices, my bad grad at school, a girlfriend I would neglect... I got lost among my dream.

Then the snow got thickier, thickier, and I had to get out every hour or so to make sure my Camry wouldnt get snowed-in. I had a fair amount of gaz left, but I thought... what if?

What if no one pass by this road? What if I have to sleep here? Would I get frozen to death? Probably not, but I was starting to get scared. I couldnt start to walk anyway, because I was seriously lost, and I might have been miles away from the closest home.

So I did what I had to do : I slept there. I took all the clothes I had in my luggage, made myself a nice bed, and prayed I wouldnt get frozen to death, and thinking my girlfriend would be worried sick.

Just like in a horror movie, I was waken up by a loud banging on my window - giving me the scare of my life. And there was a young dude, besides his pickup. I checked time, it was a little bit past 6 a.m.

Kris Letang was there, on his route from Montréal to Val D'or, to meet players he met at a training camp. It's the team that drafted him, and for which he'd ended up playing.

My car was out of gaz - but I was so relieved to finally see someone. Kris picked me up, and we would do the road to the closest gaz station. Even at the times, he was already extremely beautiful, with his long dark hair and his dreamy eyes. I remember thinking how nice he smelled, especially for someone who just drove a long night roadtrip.

We discussed the previous draft, in which we were both, in the stands, hoping to hear our name get called. And then, he told me : '' Dont worry. Life will find a way to make you happy, just like I found you. ''

He was so confident. You could tell by the time he was a future champion. I was a bit shy, to tell the truth. But he made me feel so comfortable. He's an easy talker, he had well thought opinions on everything. Keep in my mind, we were just entering the Iraq invasion fiasco, he was really informed about it. I was so enlightened. But one thing that made me doubt, is when I asked him about his future. He told me : I will make the NHL. I will play there. And I will become the first white player to play in this league.

I told him there was already plenty of white players in the league, which is still mostly played only by caucasian players. He didnt seemed to mind. And at this point, neither did I. It was just one of those perfect moments.

On the road back, I asked him to sign my plaster, which he did.

But he didnt only signed his name, after dropping me by.

He told me : ''For Kev. Just watch me, in a few years I will be known as the Penguin to play in the NHL. Kris''

I told him: there's a much better chance of that to happen, if you mean Penguin the team, and not the animal.

And then he winked, and told me ''Sometimes, Life finds a way''

And he drove away.

Would be more appropriate if CL posted his version of meeting you!

 

[Dumpster Flyers]

A prostitute named Charlene with plump, pouting lips and a voice like Kermit the Frog. Her skin was a hodgepodge of cheap tattoos, some fresh, most leathered (much like myself that night). I still remember two: "Father Knows Best" scrawled up her inner left thigh, and the cast of 'Friends' lined up behind her shoulders, always smiling at nothing for the rest of her life.

 

[Mrfenn92]

The day I met myself for the first time. What a f***ing weirdo.

 

[Tarantula]

The day I met myself for the first time. What a f***ing weirdo.

I have not met you but for some reason agree...

 

[njdevils1982]

I remember when I was like 9 or 10, a older gentleman walked up to me with a toy snake and said “Snake” and walked away.

uh ya……that most likely wasnt a "toy" nor a "snake"…..

…..it was probably his 'junk'

 

[ViktorBaeArvidsson]

uh ya……that most likely wasnt a "toy" nor a "snake"…..

…..it was probably his 'junk'

I was old enough to know what a penis is, he literally had a toy snake and just was walking around with it which is even more weird in my books.

 

[member 157595]

Probably the time I met Kris Letang. At first he was a stranger. But then he became a friend.

Let's go back to December 23th, in the year of 2004.

I just went undrafted in the 2003 draft. This is where I first heard the name of Kris Letang - a person I couldnt believe would save my life, a few months later.

I went back to my hometown Val D'Or, to meet with my girlfriend which I would end up marry for Christmas. I was driving through one of those exceptionnal snowstorm you would end up telling your kids about. I just had a freak injury, working in the shop, so I was driving my Toyota Camry with a arm in a plaster.

It was a 8 hours road, through snow and hell, with only one functional arm! This was obviously very dangerous, but I was in a hard place in my life and I just really wanted to be with my girlfriend. So I drove until I got lost - and snowed in. I remember it being around 9 pm, only, and thinking it was a matter of time before another car would take the same winding road as me and help me out.

Keep in mind this was early 2000. I didnt even had one of those bad cellphone with bad reception. I was just sitting there, hoping for glowing lights to appear behind me. My mind was running wild - I kept thinking about my future, the dream I had to play in the NHL was all but lost. Between the pratices, my bad grad at school, a girlfriend I would neglect... I got lost among my dream.

Then the snow got thickier, thickier, and I had to get out every hour or so to make sure my Camry wouldnt get snowed-in. I had a fair amount of gaz left, but I thought... what if?

What if no one pass by this road? What if I have to sleep here? Would I get frozen to death? Probably not, but I was starting to get scared. I couldnt start to walk anyway, because I was seriously lost, and I might have been miles away from the closest home.

So I did what I had to do : I slept there. I took all the clothes I had in my luggage, made myself a nice bed, and prayed I wouldnt get frozen to death, and thinking my girlfriend would be worried sick.

Just like in a horror movie, I was waken up by a loud banging on my window - giving me the scare of my life. And there was a young dude, besides his pickup. I checked time, it was a little bit past 6 a.m.

Kris Letang was there, on his route from Montréal to Val D'or, to meet players he met at a training camp. It's the team that drafted him, and for which he'd ended up playing.

My car was out of gaz - but I was so relieved to finally see someone. Kris picked me up, and we would do the road to the closest gaz station. Even at the times, he was already extremely beautiful, with his long dark hair and his dreamy eyes. I remember thinking how nice he smelled, especially for someone who just drove a long night roadtrip.

We discussed the previous draft, in which we were both, in the stands, hoping to hear our name get called. And then, he told me : '' Dont worry. Life will find a way to make you happy, just like I found you. ''

He was so confident. You could tell by the time he was a future champion. I was a bit shy, to tell the truth. But he made me feel so comfortable. He's an easy talker, he had well thought opinions on everything. Keep in my mind, we were just entering the Iraq invasion fiasco, he was really informed about it. I was so enlightened. But one thing that made me doubt, is when I asked him about his future. He told me : I will make the NHL. I will play there. And I will become the first white player to play in this league.

I told him there was already plenty of white players in the league, which is still mostly played only by caucasian players. He didnt seemed to mind. And at this point, neither did I. It was just one of those perfect moments.

On the road back, I asked him to sign my plaster, which he did.

But he didnt only signed his name, after dropping me by.

He told me : ''For Kev. Just watch me, in a few years I will be known as the Penguin to play in the NHL. Kris''

I told him: there's a much better chance of that to happen, if you mean Penguin the team, and not the animal.

And then he winked, and told me ''Sometimes, Life finds a way''

And he drove away.

Still a great post, all these years later.

@De Montreal your work will never be forgotten.

 

[member 157595]

I was old enough to know what a penis is, he literally had a toy snake and just was walking around with it which is even more weird in my books.

That is actually more weird. Walking around with his junk out would just make him a straightforward pervert. Walking around with a toy snake and saying "SNAKE" to people is way f***ing creepier.

 

[ahmedou]

Me when I see myself on a mirror when I'm on a hangover mode.

 

[NotASheep]

I live in New Orleans for 2 years..where to start