31 People Share The One Thing They Were Definitely Not Supposed To See.
Ever stumble across something or overhear a conversation that you know you shouldn't have?
Below are 31 of the wildest stories about just that. Check them out!
As a middle schooler, I picked up a book at the library, flipped through the pages and found an application for a replacement birth certificate for some old man. It had every detail about his personal identification on it, so naturally I took it home thinking, "I'll just hold onto this incase I ever need to assume a fake identity by pretending to be an 80 year old man and flee the country."
My mom found it and had to explain to me that no we don't steal people's identities.
I was working part-time at a library for a school subject. One day, they made me enter the data for new books into the library's computer system. As I worked, I did something (don't know what), that made Windows Outlook display onto the PC screen, along with some e-mails by the librarian's director to my teacher and to the other librarians. The e-mails basically said that I was really good at my job and very hard-working, and that the collaboration would be very beneficial both for me and them.
I wasn't supposed to read those messages, but they made me feel really happy.
When I started a new job, someone had left a bunch of HR files on the computer I was given. I opened one up, not sure what it was, and I got to see every employee's salary in the company. Even the CEO. The next day, it was gone. My boss realized his mistake and logged in to my system and deleted the files.
It was a memorable experience.
So I'm fresh out of school and taking a gap year before starting university. I'd managed to get a job working for the USAF at an airbase in the UK (details of the job aren't important).
So, about 2am on this particular night in early 1988 the runway lights that are normally off come on briefly, for perhaps 30 seconds then go off. That's when I hear something clearly landing on the runway and off to the right of the runway one of the larger hangars opens its doors. In the pitch black, the light from that hangar is quite spectacular. That's when I see it, a small black triangular aircraft rolls straight into that hangar and within seconds the doors close behind it.
This was my honest thought when I saw that, "I was DEFINITELY not supposed to have seen that." I put my cigarette (hey, I was young and dumb) out and walked back into my building.
A few weeks later we got our first pictures of the F-117 Nighthawk followed by a confirmation it existed. I smiled a little and thought to myself, "Already knew about that..."
I was about 8 or 9 and my parents were going to be out of town so they had me and siblings stay with a family from our church. Once we got to the house, they had one rule, you can play wherever you want but the basement is off limits. Me being the little bastard that I was snuck down there first chance I got and was supremely disappointed to only find rows and rows of plants growing under lights.
Ben Affleck's social security number.
Years ago I was working for a company that I could access different departments' server files in. I was bored one day and was poking through those files to see what else the company had going on. I found a contract for a production deal with Ben Affleck, and his SSN was included (for payroll purposes). I closed the file because I knew I should not have been looking at that, even if it was accessible.
When I was little, my father set a password on a computer I was using for playing games. I wanted him to type the password (while I was away), but set a camera to record it. Hid it behind a pile of books.
The trick was, the camera back in the days was only able to record for 30 seconds, so I had to call my father and run out of the room, so he could type it as quickly as possible. It stopped filming just as he hit 'Enter'.
When I was about 5, my mom took me to the bank because she needed something out of the safety deposit box. It was right when they were opening up. They asked us to turn around while they unlocked the vault, but I peeked. According to family lore, I went around the rest of the day chanting the numbers of the combination.
An obese, greasy feller, sitting fully naked on a toilet, a mix of pain and confusion and surprise on his face as I walked into his stall at a Sizzlers restaurant.
Stayed with me for a while, not gonna lie.
I used to work nights at a manufacturing plant. I went to the bathroom one night, picked out my favorite stall and sat on the toilet to spend the next 10 minutes contemplating life. After a few minutes, a male janitor walked in and started cleaning the bathroom. Another minute later, another male janitor came in to help. They were talking to each other in Spanish and then started kissing near the sinks, not realizing anyone was in the bathroom.
I just sat there silently for a while not knowing what to do. After another minute or two of heavy kissing between the two, I decided to make a few noises so that they knew they weren't alone. My toilet seat creaked when I moved. They both stopped their romance session, looked at my stall, giggled, and ran out of the bathroom leaving all of their cleaning stuff behind. I quickly cleaned up, flushed and ran out. I actually never saw those same janitors again.
When I was about 4-5 years old I watched Eddie Murphy: Raw in its entirety around the corner from the living room while my parents were watching it. I was super quiet and they were laughing their ass off so they didn't notice. I learned all sorts of cool new words!
One Christmas Eve, I couldn't sleep at all so I went to the kitchen to get some water or something and out in the living room were my parents setting out presents and eating the cookies I had left out. They said that Santa was running late and was in such a big hurry that he just dropped off the presents and asked them to put them out for him.
I was a contractor in Afghanistan working at Jalalabad air field. I woke up to take a piss and gave a cigarette. On the other side of the runway I saw a few helicopters take off but didn't hear anything. I thought it was strange as the base was dead silent but didn't think too much about it.
It was only later when I read the news that it was the SEAL team raid to kill bin Laden.
Because of my pea sized bladder I was probably the first non military or government person to see those stealth helicopters.
Went to a co-workers house to help get the scanner to work, which hasn't worked since her daughter had tried to use it a few days earlier. I tried to load the software, which would hang while trying to connect to the scanner.
A quick power cycle of the scanner, and the software loaded. The software defaulted to the "recent scans" screen. The most recent scan was the genitalia of my co-worker, her daughter or I suppose it could have been a page from a XXX magazine that just happened to be exactly what you'd see if you were squatting over a scanner.
My hotkey skills were fast, so I may have Alt+F4'd before she saw what I did, but once that software worked, I used a different program to perform a test scan.
Easy, but uncomfortable way to earn $20.
I got married towards the end of law school, and after graduating stayed with my parents for a few months while I prepped for the bar exam. My wife and I were fooling around, when my then-18-year-old brother opened the door and walked in to a perfect shot of us both spread eagle, touching each other's bits.
That was the last time that door went unlocked.
I worked at a fancy health food restaurant years ago. One day I was early and saw the owner mixing his homemade cold pressed garlic aioli, it was Sysco mayonnaise and a big jar of minced garlic.
My boss forwarded me an email telling me to do something. I noticed the email chain had his bosses on it so I read through the chain. They had asked him to rate all my co-workers and I from best to worst earlier in the conversation.
When I was about 5 years old, my family went on holiday to this villa in the middle of nowhere. We could only stay downstairs, upstairs was strictly off limits. But me being young and stupid decided to look upstairs. I looked through the keyhole and it was really strange, there were a couple of men in suits and some weird control panel thing. I've never told my parents what I saw, but it still creeps me out to this day.
Freshman year of college, walk into the kitchen area late at night and there's my girlfriend sitting on the counter, making out with one of my good friends. I just left quietly without them noticing and cut off all contact with both of them. So, pretty sure I wasn't supposed to see that.
I learned at 6 that Santa was not really bringing me presents when I had my door cracked open on Christmas Eve and saw my dad and my cat wrestling with a present that my dad was trying in vain to get out of my cat's clutches. The scratches down his arm the next morning confirmed that it wasn't a dream. Sassy never took shit from anyone, though.
A long time friend of mine's dad was showing me pics of a car he was restoring. He accidentally pulled up nude pics of my friend's mom instead. He looked awkward for a minute. He never said anything and then just started looking at car pics like it never happened.
My 6 year old cousin asked me if I wanted some chewing gum. I said sure, if she has some. She then goes to her mother's purse and takes out two packages of condoms and asks me: What do you want, strawberries or banana?
Next thing I know, I'm shoving Durex packages in her mother's purse saying "We should firstly ask your mom before going through her things". So the kid doesn't stop here, she takes the purse, goes in the kitchen where all the family was reunited and asked her mother: Mom, can I have some gum?" Her mom says she doesn't have any. The freakin' girl takes the condoms out of the purse and says: Sure you do, I want the strawberries ones please.
I saw an employee's check stub that he dropped. He had been there for a month and was making what I made after my first year and was not a very good worker. I got a raise.
About 9 years ago, there were a couple of notes scattered across the computer desk in my parents' study. I happened to read them because words are in front of my face, what am I gonna do?
They were notes my parents had written each other instead of just talking to each other.
Because my dad had been with 14 sex workers.
Saw a Homer Simpson keychain in my mom's desk drawer. Didn't say anything.
Two weeks later its in my Christmas stocking and she goes "Wow, how did Santa know how much you like the Simpsons".
Thats how I figured out Santa must've been sleeping with my mom.
Our cat was a little late coming home one evening (unusual for him).
I went looking for him, calling his name, not massively loudly as it was late at night in a built up area.
As I walked around a corner to a car park, there he was. He looked like he was just having a bit of a chat with a fox. They looked relaxed, facing each other, sitting and chilling out.
I called his name and he looked at me, seemed flustered, looked back at the fox then me almost as if he was saying 'he's not with me, I don't know him'.
I called him again and he chased the fox into the bushes before trotting over to me.
I'm sure I crossed an animal 'line'.
Beavis and Butt-Head Do America.
My parents found out we went into that theatre and they dragged us out REAL quick.
Growing up with my little brother and single Mom we never had a lot, but she made sure we always had a safe and decent place to live and there was always food on the table. She never really ate much, I remember dinners of baked chicken, beef stew, salmon (it was a lot cheaper a million years ago). Good food, nothing terribly extravagant, but always nutritious, yet she barely ever ate. When I was 10 I saw her eating PB&J on crackers in her room after dinner. That's when I realized there was never enough food for all 3 of us, she would cook what we had for my brother and I and she would eat the bare minimum, always out of sight, so that my brother and I wouldn't worry about the actual level of poverty we were at. I never asked for another material thing from her after that night.
Went to visit grandma and grandpa. The front door was locked so I went around through the back and found them gardening totally naked.
When I was 14 and friend hosted a birthday party at his house with all the parents invited. Needed to use the restroom but the main one was occupied so my friend told me I can use the one in his mom's bedroom. As I walked up to the door I could hear somebody in there so I decided to wait until whoever was in there was finished.
A good ten minutes later, my friend's mom (who was hosting the party) and another good friend's step-father walk out and see me standing there all confused. They asked what I was doing there and I just said I was waiting to use the bathroom. Surprisingly they played it cool and just said I can use it now and walked off.
Some sort of spy-level information swap.
A couple of years ago I was sitting on a bench in a really busy shopping street just having a drink and just watching people basically.
At some point a man and a woman, both dressed really classy (that kinda stood out for me) came walking down the street, both from opposite directions and almost brushed each other when passing by.
In a split second I saw the woman passing a note (at least it looked like paper to me) to the man. They never looked at each other, didn't slow down their pace, changed posture, facial expression or anything. Just walked straight ahead on their way casually.
Just when they passed each other she slipped a note in his hands, really fast and stealthy.
Whatever it was it was pretty obvious that those two weren't meant to be seen together, the meeting was pre-arranged deliberately on a really busy spot and whatever they swapped was secret.
I'm very sure I wasn't supposed to have seen that and I probably was the only person who saw that.
We are told that, if you're not confident, you should just "fake it til you make it."
This is great--in theory. In practice, sometimes "faking it" can have extremely real and terrible consequences, which these people found out the hardest of hard ways.