People Who Actually Met Serial Killers Tell Their Stories.
You meet a man at bar. He smiles and shakes your hand. He buys you a drink, shows you pictures of his kids, laughs at your jokes. But who is he, really? Sometimes we don't know until it's too late.
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1. Yes. It was scary as hell. I was 16, Id just started dating a girl who lived a good few miles away from me. One night, I was at her place and I missed the last bus home. So I had to walk (her family were dead against me spending the night.)
It was around 11pm and I lived about 7 miles away so I had at least an hours walk home.
I'd been walking for about 20 mins when I heard a car in the distance behind me, I stuck out my thumb and prayed. The car stopped the front passenger door popped open.
His first sentence was, "I thought you were a girl!" Which wasn't quite as weird as it sounds (I had long hair back then) but he did seem to be a bit peeved a spotty teenage boy got in his car instead of a girl.
He asked where I was off to, so I told him it was the next village, it was on his way and wasn't a problem. Quick 10 minute car ride.
He started chatting about mundane stuff, football mainly. Then he asked if I had a girlfriend and had I had sex with her tonight. With that he tried to grab my hand, laughing and asking to sniff my fingers. I was getting really freaked out at this.
All I wanted was to get the hell out of that car.
My village was fast approaching and at the end of my road, I asked him to stop and drop me off. Which, thankfully, is what he did. As I got out he said, Youre a lucky boy. There's a lot of nasty people out there who'd have robbed you and took you for a ride.
i mumbled my thanks and legged it home like the devil was chasing me. I was so bloody scared.
Three weeks later on the national news, I saw the guy who had given me that lift. He was charged with the murder of 13 young women around my area.
His name was Peter Sutcliffe. He's still in prison and he was the reason I stopped hitchhiking.
2. I actually knew the worst serial killer of all time - a man who killed perhaps 500 people. (continued...)
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His name was Harold Shipman. He was a doctor in Greater Manchester (UK) who killed hundreds of his patients over 20 years.
He was the chair of the Parent-Teacher Association at the school where I worked.
A friend of my wifes was a doctor at a nearby office and often signed the death certificates he falsified.
He was unremarkable. A little rude and abrupt but remarkable in his ordinariness. You wouldn't have given him a second look.
He was a sad man. He mainly killed elderly patients who trusted him and were defenceless. One of the victims was my sons close friends grandmother. Still creepy to think about.
3. I worked for my dad one summer around 1982, at age 15. One of my co workers was named Brandon Tholmer. He was very nice, outgoing and talkative. Everyone was shocked when he was convicted. No one at the company found anything odd or suspicious about him. He was well-liked. Four life terms for murders of elderly women. It reminds you that you never really know people.
4. I grew up on a small farm in Michigan. Little brother and I were quite blond, and we often played in the front yard, which was next to a busy road. One day, a man in a van stopped and offered us candy. For some reason (thankfully) we went to the house to ask Mom if that was okay.
She got to the front of the house to see the mans van squealing out of the driveway. Much later, they discovered that that man in the van had driven around picking up and killing innocent victims
I have a vague memory of this happening (back in the 60s in the Grand Rapids area), but had forgotten all about it until my Mom mentioned it recently.
5. I used to work for the City of Pensacola, Florida as a computer operator. They had two mainframes, one in city hall and the other in the city hall annex across the parking lot, and I had to run backups on both machines. I should mention that Im female and at the time I had long dark hair.
So one night I was walking across the parking lot (I worked at night) and spotted a Volkswagen bug sitting in the parking lot with a funny-looking man in it. (continued...)
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He got out of the bug, and I could see he had his arm in a cast with a sling. He looked raggedy and tired.
Miss, could you come here for a moment? I need some help, he said. I got the creeps from him, and told him Id call 911 (US emergency line) from city hall for him. He said, no, he didnt need the cops, it was just a simple thing he needed help with because his arm was in a sling.
I felt even creepier so I walked really fast (almost running, really) up to city hall and went in the back door. I turned to lock the door and was shocked to see this man LEAP up the stairs and try to push his way into the door, but I got it locked in time.
I immediately called 911 and got an officer to check out the parking lot, but the car and the driver were long gone. I asked the officer if they would mind staying around the parking lot for the rest of the night, and they got that set up.
The rest of the night was uneventful, and I went home in the morning.
About three days later, serial killer Ted Bundy was arrested 2 miles from city hall. In a stolen VW bug, which matched my description.
I dodged Ted Bundy.
6. I met Steven Pennell, the Route 40 Killer in Delaware. He was working as a contractor at a large company in shortly before he was arrested. I would walk a wooded path during my breaks and lunch period.
As I was walking, he started slowly following me in his work van, and tried to engage me in conversation. I immediately felt a "something is not right--this person is dangerous," slipped off my shoes in case I needed to run, and quickly walked in the middle of a large open expanse of lawn where I knew there was video camera surveillance.
About 6 weeks later he was arrested.
7. I had just moved back home from Kansas City, MO to South Seattle. I needed to find a job quickly. I wasn't looking for a job in a tavern, but that was what I got. I was twenty one at the time.
Soon after starting I met a man named Gary, who seemed pretty nice. After work we would talk and have a beer or two. Eventually, he invited me to nearby cocktail lounge for a Mai Tai, insisting that I had to have one.
So, we talked and drank our Mai Tais. He showed me pictures of his then infant son and talked a lot about himself. He was boring, but nice. However, I began to have this growing feeling of repulsion growing in me. (continued...)
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This feeling became so strong that all I could think about was getting away. I told him to just drop me off at the tavern, because I couldn't stand for him to drive me home. It would have been a long car drive.
The next day he came in the tavern and asked me if I wanted to go out after I got off work. I shook my head and said no. He became angry, slapped the counter and left. I didn't see him again until many years later.
I was watching breaking news on a local news station. They showed a picture of an older man who I didn't recognize. Then they showed a much younger photo. It was Gary Ridgway. Also known as the Green River killer. He was convicted of murdering forty-eight women in the Seattle area, but the actual numbers are believed to be closer to 100.
From then on I started paying much more attention to my gut feeling.
8. When I lived in Rochester NY, I walked to work every day (this was back in the 80s). There was always a bread truck outside the door I entered, and the delivery man would be coming out. Older guy. Stocky. I always said good morning and he always ignored me. This went on for I think a year. I always said good morning. He always acted like I wasnt there.
Right around that time, there were several murders of sex workers in the city and there was quite the manhunt going on for the perpetrator. One day we heard that he was caught, so we turned on the news and there, in the courtroom, was the bread delivery guy. His name was Arthur Shawcross.
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9. I was in 6th grade (about 12 years old). I was at a water park in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I was running on the stairs and sliced open my knee. The cut was about an inch deep. I waited for my sister to pick me up (it took way too long) and she took me to the hospital.
When I got to the hospital a very handsome, charming doctor treated me. I do not remember much, but I remember that he was very nice to me. He was professional and stitched up the inch deep hole in my knee.
A few years later, I saw him on the news. He was a serial killer named Michael Swango, who had killed maybe as many as 60 people.
10. While in college, I worked at the same security guard company as a man who turned out to be a serial killer. His name was Ken Bianchi. (continued)
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At the time, I was assigned to a graveyard shift at Bellingham Harbor and he was a roving supervisor who would stop by once or twice during my shift, make sure I was awake, chat for a minute or two and then head out to the next post.
And nope; there was nothing suspicious about him at all, at least to me. He didnt ring any alarm bells, say anything suspicious or creep me out. He was just another guy with a moustache who happened to work at the same company. All of the fellow employees I spoke with after his arrest were shocked.
In hindsight, the fact that someone so amoral, remorseless and pitiless didnt send up a flare with my instincts did bother me for some time.
11. My mom had some issues with her knees and she was having trouble walking. We consulted one of the best orthopedic doctors in the area and we got the appointment for 2:45 AM in the morning. To our surprise, the waiting hall was jam packed with patients.
At that moment a tall guy with a broken left arm sat beside me. Trying to overcome my sleepiness I started a conversation with that guy. He told me that his arm was broken into pieces by the police and now they are paying for his treatment.
I sympathized and asked him as to why the Police resorted to such a behaviour. He replied that he had killed his wife on discovering her infidelity. He had actually caught the wife and her lover red-handed.
In my sleepy mode I just sympathized with him and then he gave his life advice to NEVER MARRY.
On leaving I saw that his right hand was handcuffed to a cop who looked at me and smiled. So, that is how a met a serial killer.
12. Oh, yes. I have met a serial killer. I just didn't realize who he was at the time. (continued...)
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He was Gary Ridgway, the infamous Green River Killer. I lived near a big intersection south of Seattle at the Kent-Des Moines Road and Highway 99. And after they caught Ridgway, I recognized him, and then I remembered the police wanted poster on him was pasted right on the door at the place where I saw him.
He was in line in front of me at the local Seven-Eleven. Pretty ordinary guy. And believe it or not...no one ever recognized him from the police sketch and wanted poster. Neither did I.
(He was caught when DNA technology caught up to a swab he had provided years before, and they went to where he worked as a truck painter for Kenmore Trucks and arrested him without incident.)
So...after they catch him, I find out he's living just up the street from our apartment. It was a dead-end road that ended in a cul-de-sac. He had a house there in the cul-de-sac. I think they caught him about a year after I saw him at the store. But the weirdest thing was finding out he lived two blocks away at the time.
13. When we moved to Milwaukee in the eighties, my dad was in a lather to get us to see as many of the local sights as possible. We went on the brewery tours and drank clear beer (7-up); we watched the bear at Grand Avenue Mall teeter between the balconies on a unicycle; we saw the Olympic ice rink; we fished off the giant boulders at Port Washington. And we went to the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory.
At the time they had a tour, which we took. I watched endless employees shuffle around with trolleys of chocolate and they all looked the same to me, with their blue smocks and their big puffy hairnets. Afterward, we went to the gift shop and got a chocolate pizza, which was basically a big round slab of milk chocolate covered in chopped red and green maraschinos and drizzled with white chocolate.
Later, the world was introduced to Jeffrey Dahmer:
whose tenure at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory coincided exactly with the time we were there.
I dont know for sure that I ever laid eyes on him during the tour. There were hundreds of employees working and Im sure hundreds more we didnt see.
It was still a bit close for comfort, to me.
Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
I Know What I LikeGiphy
My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
Albert or ArnoldGiphy
Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
Spontaneous Dolphin ExistenceGiphy
How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
Dogs and ChocolateGiphy
I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.