OT: the strangest/most bizarre encounters of your life

When I was young I was taking a piss in my parents bathroom and trying to fill the water in the bowl until it was bubbles from edge to edge.  All of a sudden it was like the air was sucked out of the room or there was some kind of pressure change and all the piss bubbles popped instantly. I looked toward the door and saw an alien for about a half a second. It wasn't like the stereotypical alien. It looked more human, but wasn't. The features were just off.  It had clothes, but it seemed to be Integrated with the skin. It was very strange and seemed to be startled that I noticed it's presence. Couldn't really tell if it was female or male.  It was sort of attractive actually which is weird to say, but it didn't have blemishes. Skin was very uniform and firm looking.  Sort of a gray, but there was color like it had blood or something underneath. I wasn't as scared as I thought I would be. It was just confusing and my brain didn't quite process what I saw until I had some time to think.  It seems like there is some overlap or dimensional thing happening because it was like he went out of focus and disappeared in a way, but not poof gone. 

One time I clicked on an innocuous looking MGoBlog forum post and encountered the word "bukkake." That was certainly bizarre. 

Fielded a phone call at work from what sounded like the old lady from Titanic asking if I was the same guy that felt her up a few years earlier in a parking garage. She gave a graphic description of the encounter while my assistant listened in on speaker. We did our best to contain our laughter until I realized she was talking about my dad.

It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. There was a church summer camp by the lake near me. My buddies and I would meet girls at the beach during the day and convince them to sneak out and drink with us at the same beach at night.

One night we had a large group, and we ran out of liquor. I rode my bike back to my house to steal more booze from my old man. I lived on a road that eventually turned into a state game preserve, so there were no lights or anything. I'm riding along in the pitch black with my headphones on bc it was spooky as hell at night. Next thing I know I hit something and fly over my handle bars. Headphones go flying. I roll a few times and instantly start thinking if I went off the road or hit a deer or what -- then I start hearing groans and a woman panicking. It was the only other person who lived on this rural, wooded street. My former science teacher, Mr. Hite, along with the study hall monitor Ms. Snavely. In the pitch black, in 10th gear, I hit him square. I was a big kid, already over 6'1" and 200 at 14. He had several broken ribs and stitches in his hands and forearm. He came by later that night/morning to check on me. I had already swapped my bent-wheel, crooked-handle bike for my brothers bike and returned to the beach. My parents answered the door to Mr. Hite all beat up asking how I was doing after the accident. My dad assumed Mr.Hite had hit me with his car. It turned into a whole thing. Eventually they got on the same page and hunted me down -- intoxicated at the beach. It was a rough summer after that.

And to top it off, Mr Hite eventually took a job at the HS teaching biology and coaching, so I had him again as a Sophomore for biology. My dickhead buddy Mike Moore asked him in front of our whole class if the story was true, bc it was folklore around school for a few years. And to this day, I have no idea why he and the study hall monitor lady were walking in the middle of the road at like midnight with no light or anything. There was nowhere to walk to for miles. Just cornfields and woods. And she had a blanket, bc she used it to wrap around his bloody hands. 

One time I grabbed an ice cream sandwich from the freezer and went to the living room. After being distracted by the TV for a couple minutes, I went to take my first bite and the ice cream sandwich was gone. Not on the floor, not in the trash, just gone. We're still trying to figure this one out. 

I drove 5 hours from Carbondale (SIU-Saluki) to Chicago with the chapter of the American Marketing Association (I was studying Radio and TV Broadcasting but dating a very attractive Marketing Major and being from Chicago myself the trip made sense) to see a writer named Robert Givens who wrote a book, "Wealth Without Risk" on the Oprah Winfrey Show (1987-Late summer),

All had to get there early (about 15 of us) dressing like we were on a job interview and you had to arrive first thing in the morning.  It was then when the Oprah staff informed everyone in line that Mr. Givens had to be rescheduled and that they were throwing together a show called Sexpots, Bimbos and Bitches.

In Oprah's early days she had a number of episodes that were full Jerry Springer.  There was an example of each a Sexpot, Bimbo and Bitch and it was as disgusting as you have seen on Jerry and as entertaining/mortifying. The Sexpot was close to 300 Bills, tube top and playing her part with an enthusiasm unknown to obesity.  Oprah would hold the microphone to audience members to make comments and interact.  

I had something to say to this woman and our interaction ended with me telling her that if I saw her walking down the street the only thing coming out of my mouth would be my lunch.  This drew the obligatory mic drop response from the audience and they went to break.  

At that time after the show Oprah would greet each person who attended her show (maybe 75-100) and thank them for coming.  As I was saying goodbye Oprah asked me to wait on the side as she wanted to talk to me.  After everyone has passed she commented as to the well played comment I made and why I was there.  I shared that I was a broadcasting major and visiting with AMA and a victim of the reschedule.  Upon learning I am a born and raised Chicagoan Oprah asked if I had summer intern plans.  I shared with Oprah that I spent summers putting myself through school selling women's shoes at Chernin's shoe salon.  Oprah then asked me to submit a resume to intern with her.  I asked Oprah how much her internship pays and she looked at me rather coy and explained the experience would be invaluable and possibly lead to working with her.  I offered Oprah a rather sly grin and informed her that I make far too much $$$ over the summer to ever work for free.  Oprah doubled down and looking through me piercingly and let me know this would be a big loss for the both of us.  20 Year old H2V winked at Oprah and said. "Miss Winfrey...Free Ain't me."

For years the episode would play on cable re-runs and friends would call me and let me know they saw me on Oprah and heard my comment.  I have tried to find the Episode 'Sexpots, Bimbos and Bitches: to no avail but I sure would like to have it.

20 Year Old H2V 

I live a little over 10 minutes south of Grand Rapids and last summer I saw (Which I don’t think was a plane or satellite) a possible UFO. Green and yellow lights as I sat out for a bonefire. Object was gone in less than 5 seconds. 

My wife and I took a cab ride in Las Vegas to the airport.  It was late at night.  The cab driver talked about various odd things he had seen.  He went on to describe details of an encounter with a lone guy on a road that he felt was a vampire. It was like a passage out of a Stephen King novel.

One time I was getting my car towed to a shop in California, back the early 1990's.  Riding with the driver, we struck up a conversation.  He asked me what I did, and I told him I was a graduate student at Caltech.  He asked me what I studied there, and I told him "neural networks."  He said he was very interested in neural networks, and then went on to talk about it in a surprising amount of technical detail.  This was back when very few people knew the field.

Several years ago I was walking along Michigan Avenue back when Michigan Avenue in Chicago was crowded with tourists, shoppers, diners.

Walking toward me, seemingly by himself, was one Mark DanAntonio.  When he was just a few paces away I called out "Go Blue!".   His head with the characteristic sour face turned toward me with the sour face never changing.  He said nothing, his expression never changed as he turned away from me and continued down Michigan Avenue.  

2003.  I had just graduated and moved to the west coast.  Went to the store to buy beer for tailgating at the UofM/Oregon game.   Look down the beer aisle and it was one of my friends from high school (I went to HS in Michigan).   So there we were 3000 Mike's from our hone town randomly bumping into each other after about 7 years.  

Many years ago, I met a very powerful man. Out of concern for his well-being I recommended that he should be very careful on March 15th.

Sadly, he never paid any heed.