People Were Asked, 'Who Is The Most Terrifying Person You Have Ever Met?'
What happens when your nightmares turn into reality. For these AskReddit users, some of their worst moments depict interacting with people, who could only be compared to, figures from famous horror movies.
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The first day of high school and I was in the toilet. Massive kid (6'5" and 270lbs) known to be the main drug dealer in the school comes in with blood on his face and dripping from his hands. I look over as I'm washing my hands and he turns to me and [says], "Don't worry little man, it's not mine."
Was infinitely more worried after that.
One of the guys I prosecuted for capital murder back when I was a prosecutor decapitated his children. When you looked into his eyes, nothing human looked back at you. It wasn't that he was a sociopath. (In fact, he was obviously mentally ill and a lifelong drug addict, [which] had left him [not] all there, especially cognitively). It's just that his eyes were very, very dead. Not dead in the sense of hopeless or resigned to his fate, but just that nothing, no love, light, [or] warmth ever looked out from behind those eyes.
And it's not that he [physically] scared me. Running into the guy in a dark alley would not be scary. But it [worried] me that there are people like that out there. Sociopaths and psychopaths I can deal with. I understand them, psychologically. I see where they fit. But this guy was just something else, like the inversion of a person.
Well, psychiatric wards have no term limits attached to them. So, pleading insanity can be a life sentence in a place where you're constantly dragged through cocktails of drugs and if you weren't insane, beforehand, then you will be if you ever make it out. Constantly surrounded by people monitoring your behavior and the fact that there are actual mentally insane people that can slip on his meds at any moment and start thinking your stomach looks like a perfect place to keep his sharpened utensils collection or think lighting your hair on fire is a fun game to play.
It would definitely have to be my uncle. I lived with my grandma and every few months he'd stop by and crash on the couch. He was one of those cool uncles that always had weed and looked like a character from Sons of Anarchy.
One time, he stopped by and I smoked a joint with him on the back porch. He just went off with this long and detailed confession about killing someone. For probably close to 20 minutes, he told me how back in the 80s some friends [and him] purposely gave a woman that snitched on them uncut dope. It was disturbing. He even talked about getting mad because she shit on the floor as she was dying. A few weeks later, I found out he was dying of colon cancer. I guess he just wanted to confess to someone. I don't know why he picked me of all people. I wish he hadn't.
This random man who happened to be outside when I was walking out a library a few years back. He was disheveled, short (I want to say around 5'1-5'3), bald, mumbling to himself, and walking funny. When I got to be about 3 feet from him, he turned around and knocked out the lady behind him. A perfect stranger on her phone and he knocked her out with one solid punch to the face. Then, he ran up to a guy who was easily a foot taller than him and tackled him to the ground, head butting him and yelling, "Can you feel this now, Marcy? Can you?!" By the time the cops showed up, this guy was foaming at the mouth from yelling, covered in blood, and two other people (older men) had [also] been assaulted by him. It was f***ing nuts. The guy was obviously on some strong shit, but I've never seen anyone, before or after that, just loose it quite like that.
I was in Italy. This woman had a voice that I can only describe as demonic. She was in a wheelchair and had a gas tank. Whenever I have nightmares that involve demons, they always have her voice.
Once I went to the Walmart near my house at around 11 PM at night because I couldn't find my phone charger so I had to get a new one. This tall, built guy with those tear tattoos under his eye walked up to me and asked, "What's your name, son?". I didn't want to be rude (especially to a guy that scary) so I told him my name was Sam. He told me his name was Scrappy and pointed out [that] both our names started with the letter "S", and then, left me alone [for] the entire rest of the shopping trip. I never saw him again.
My ex-boyfriend was charming at first for awhile. He could reel you in instantly. He was incredibly intelligent on all aspects and could relate to you and your interests no matter who you are or what you liked. The more you got to know him, you would see how manipulative he was. After awhile, he became verbally and mentally abusive. [He] called me every horrible name, would physically corner me in an argument and scream in my face, leave me on the side of the road to walk home when he was mad at me, [and even] threatened to kill me once. I [got] the f*** out of there, but the way he would look at me was terrifying. It was like he would look in your eyes and make you feel like he's going to f***ing murder you one day. Makes my hair stand on end. I always felt like he was one step away from becoming physically abusive. After I left him, he got a new girlfriend and it escalated from verbal abuse to physical abuse. I'm just waiting to see his picture in the paper for murder. I had a co-worker a couple of years ago that looked a little like him. Had the same scary look in his eyes. I couldn't even stand to be around [that] guy, it unsettled me so much.
The person I was most [afraid of] was a creepy shuttle driver who rambled about keeping records on everyone he drove on his route, while I was the sole passenger in his shuttle on an hour-long drive to the airport.
Our agency signed a model a couple of years back who was scary as f***. She was one of the nastiest people I have ever met. Beautiful, but there was something so off, this really deeply unpleasant [and] dark energy to her.
We moved her into a model apartment, and she was a nightmare. [She started] bullying people, stealing, starting fights and [stuff], and set fire to another girls stuff once. One of those people who you really just wouldn't put anything past. Vile, so unpredictable, as well. She could turn on the charm in an instant too. I think that was the most unsettling thing. We got rid of her, but I hope I never have to see her again.
I am sure this isn't wholly original and not scary in the "I'm going to stab you"[kind of] way, but I had a teacher who still terrifies me 15 years on. He was my Irish teacher. [He] had this great big bead and was a tall, muscular man. He would roar and abuse any student for even the slightest of mistakes. I worked hard, was a real nerd in school, one of the good kids, but struggled with languages, so he was always giving [it] to me. If you mispronounced a single word, he'd stand, towering over you, roaring down at you, humiliating you in front of the [whole] class. Everyone dreaded his classes.
Looking back, he was a horrible teacher, one who wanted to rule with fear rather than respect, and it utterly killed any interest I [had] in my country's native language. I've seen him a few times on the street since then and turned and walked away. He was a bully and the type of teacher I strode to be the opposite of when I went and got my teaching degree.
When I was a kid, my friends and I would play touch football in a big grassy field that was circled by mobile homes. So if you threw a ball wildly, it could hit someone's house and knock out a window or damage their siding. Anyways, there was one scary looking dude who would always watch us play from his kitchen window. Rumors began to spread that he was a shell-shocked Vietnam Vet and if we ever hit his house with the ball, he would come out and legitimately murder us.
When my Dad got drunk one night and tried to kill my Mom and I with a hammer, we ended up over at the guy's house. Turns out he was a pretty nice guy and let us stay there overnight while he called the police. I guess I should have been [more] afraid of the dude I was living with instead.
I grew up in a pretty bad neighborhood. It was full of gangs and people got robbed all the time. But for some reason, no one ever messed with the corner store. No graffiti on it, which was very unusual. The store owner was this nice old guy named Pancho who used to be really nice to my siblings and me.
I found out later he was the original leader of the main gang in that area. All these crazy gun carrying drug dealers were scared of the middle aged guy who used to give me quarters to play Donkey Kong.
Once, I was walking home alone after having watched 'I am Legend' together with some friends. They lived about 2 blocks away, so it was not even a 10-minute walk. Me, being a girl and sometimes a bit too obsessed with zombies, was a bit on edge. When I turned a corner, a man approached me and said something to me. I couldn't quite make out what he said and quickly walked away, ignoring him.
About 10 meters ahead of me was someone standing in between the parked cars. Standing completely frozen, arms outstretched towards me. It was a f***ing mannequin. Completely dressed.
For those who have seen 'I am Legend'; seeing a mannequin standing in the streets, dressed, was scary as hell. I freaked out, shuffled along the wall, never taking my eyes off the doll. After I turned the corner, I bolted and ran towards my house.
At home, I locked all my doors and windows, switched off all [the] lights and sat alone panting in a corner. Then, it dawned on me, what the old man had said that I [had] met before, "Watch out, someone is standing really still there."
The poor man must have been more freaked out than me, thinking it was a real person.
In the end, I hated myself for not taking that thing home. Would have been a great accessory for future pranks.
My first roommate in college seemed a little odd when I met him, but whatever, it's New York. The night I moved in, he brings out this child's rocking horse with the head removed and in its place is a doll's head. He gets on all fours and just starts playing with it on the living room floor.
A few times I would get up to pee in the night and come out of the bathroom to him standing right in front of my bedroom door, silently staring at it. I would ask him what he wanted, and he would never answer, just kind of glare at me and then go back to his room.
At some point, he took a shit in a Maxwell House coffee tin and put it under the kitchen sink. When I found that I used it as final motivation to move out.
I stuck that roommate "situation" out for almost three months because I was broke and had nowhere obvious to go. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.
Pulling up to the gas station to pump gas and the place is packed. As luck would have it, space opened up and as I proceeded, a guy steps in front of my car and gives me a death stare that basically ripped my soul in half. I tried to give a half-hearted smile to shake it off, but he seriously looked like he would murder me if I took that spot. I valued my life, lapped around a few times, then went to another station.
Back in the early/mid 1970s my mother and I lived in the Pacific Northwest. I was about 6 years old.
We were on an offbeat road right outside of Seattle. It was a very dark night, no moon and only a whisp of fog. We saw a Volkswagen Beetle on the side of the road with their emergency flashers on and a rather good looking guy with his arm in a sling waving us down. My mom pulled over being the kind of woman that would help anybody in need and he looked normal. Mom rolled down her window and asked if she could help and the guy asked my mom if she could help him get the last lug nut off his tire so he could change his flat ... So my mother introduces herself and he said, "Hello, my name is Ted", and then smiled, looked at me, reached over and shook my hand, and asked my name and I think I got the bad vibe as well because I said nothing to him.
My mom said something about his smile really making her uncomfortable and then she noticed that he was missing the passenger seat in his Beetle. So she rolls the window back up and said she would call a tow truck to come help him at the next city. Then she speeds away while looking in her rear view mirror and she sees him taking off the sling and getting back in the Beetle and took off very fast in the opposite direction. So that's the night at 6 years old I shook the hand of Ted Bundy.
I work at a fast food restaurant and we tend to get a lot of, [well], interesting customers. One day, a man came in and I, being the cashier, went to serve him. He stood at the counter for about 10 seconds without looking at me and then proceeded to run out of the restaurant. Cut to about 2 hours later, I'm cleaning the men's bathrooms when he walks in. I apologize and say that I'll just be a moment to finish up my cleaning. When I went to exit the bathroom with my cleaning supplies, he blocked the doorway and wouldn't let me pass for about 10 seconds again. He then spends 30 mins in the bathroom before exiting the store without purchasing anything. An hour later, you guessed it, he's back again, pacing back and forth at the front of the store. He ends up ordering $30 worth of food and (rather than waiting for his order) leaves the store while the food is [still] being prepared, never to return. Several weeks later, I'm waiting for my bus (I live very close to work) when he sees me, walks up, and stands next to me for the 10-minute wait. When the bus finally arrived, he turned around and walked away. As a young woman, this scared the shit out of me. Particularly when I drove past him getting arrested a couple of weeks ago, surrounded by police officers.
A trader at the bank I work at. Guy's a walking insult machine and not random swear words. Bloody hell. Mocked a shirt I was wearing a few weeks ago. I still have not come up with a proper comeback for that. The context: I've been working out so [I] have lost a few pounds. As a result, some of my shirts are now a bit loose. I was passing by the place where he was in a huddle with other traders, he pauses, stands up, calls out "Oi, phtark, aren't you a bit too old to be wearing your daddy's clothes?" and proceeds with his meeting as if nothing happened.
When I worked at DQ, we had a guy that would do this. We called him Scary Hairy. He'd come in, stand by the entrance to the back, and just stare at us while we worked. The girls would freak the f*** out, but all you had to do is wave at him and he'd run away. He'd go into the bathroom for like a 1/2 hour and pretty much try to take a birdbath. Just got water everywhere and would leave. Finally, the manager's husband yelled at him and he never came back. I'd see him wandering the streets pulling cigarette butts and weeds off the sidewalk, putting them in his pocket, [and] then throwing them away once he got near a trashcan.
I was about 18 when I had a major falling out with friends and family and my girlfriend. I moved down to AZ. I packed all my shit in a military rucksack and hopped on a Greyhound Bus. On my way down, I sat next to a guy who mumbled to himself and picked his nails with a 6-inch boot knife. I didn't sleep. I was seriously concerned for my safety and tried to make myself be the nice guy who talks to the weirdo, but everyone was afraid of him. When we made it to one of our stops for food, we all got off. Everyone on the bus knew I was really uncomfortable with the guy. He really made me nervous. Well, he got off and didn't make it back in the 30-minute window we had. So, the bus driver asks if we're all here. Everyone looks at me, empty seat [besides] me. They collectively said yes. We drove off, leaving him in nowhere-Nebraska. He caught up to us during a layover in Las Vegas. I seriously almost shit myself when I saw him. I avoided eye contact and made sure I knew exactly where he was the entire time. Luckily, he wasnt on my next bus.
A friend's great grandmother just sat on his porch with a scowl on her face, wrapped up in a shawl, sitting in a rocking chair, chewing tobacco. And she was scary as hell. I'd never heard her say a word. One day, his uncle comes driving up, gets out of the car, and he's white as a ghost, shaking, and sweating. Of course, they asked what the hell was wrong. He tells us, "I was at the top of the hill just down the road and right as I crested the hill, there's a semi in each lane, coming right at me. I had no choice. I just drove right into the ditch, but I managed to maintain control and get back on the road. Scared me to death." We're all comforting him, exclaiming asking for more details, etc. Just then, great grandma leans forward a bit, spits off the edge of the porch and says,"That's the difference between you and me. I'd a hit that sonofabitch head on."
Muscled guy cracked out on drugs thinking I was hitting on his girlfriend. This was at a gay male strip club on ladies night in Montreal. Thought he was going to beat the shit out of me until his girlfriend calmed him down and he was asked to leave.
I met an Irish mafia enforcer in federal prison. We walked the track together. He told me, "I got enough bodies to fill those bleachers."
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.