Monday, December 11, 2023

Random Story – Three quick stories

These are just three, odd little stories from my life.

Serial Killer

Years ago, I showed up to the apartment of the woman I was dating at the time, and she told me that she had been watching some daytime talk show and the topic was something like, “Ten signs your child may grow up to be a serial killer.” She said I had nine of the signs.  I almost asked, “What am I missing?” but I knew better. 

Honestly, this shouldn’t be taken seriously.  First off, I’m a white male, so that’s probably two signs right there.  Not to mention she was the type that once she thought something, just about no amount of evidence would convince her otherwise.  I’m sure if I had asked her what signs I had, probably five or six of them wouldn’t be true or would be taken waaaay out of proportion.

Would you lie to me? 

In my senior year of high school, we got class rings.  (I don’t know if schools still do that or not.  At the time they seemed important, but mine is probably in a box in the attic.  If I had to guess, I’d say the last time I saw it was probably twenty-some years ago when I came across it cleaning.)  Anyway, this one friend of mine would take his ring off in study hall and leave it on his desk.  When he wasn’t looking, another friend would grab it and start passing it around.  I sat at the end of the row, and I usually ended up with it.  This happened day, after day, after day.  One day, our friend snagged the ring and started passing it around, but I DID NOT END UP WITH IT.  But this guy told the teacher that I had his ring.  So she asked, “Steve, do you have Guy’s ring?” I honestly replied, “No.” She then asked, “Would you lie to me?” After a second or so, I honestly answered, “Yeah.” One of our friends – who I think did have the ring – almost fell on the floor laughing.  The teacher wasn’t sure what to say to that. 

Killing time

Over twelve years ago, I worked in a lab for a company that made industrial lubricants.  Sometimes, I’d run tests that took twenty or so minutes to set up, and then they’d run for an hour and there wasn’t anything I could do while they ran.  So I ended up with a lot of free time.  One of the things I’d do to kill time, was go to the store room to “get supplies.”

In the store room there were a bunch of plastic binding strips that had been used on the packaging just laying around.  Out of boredom, I started weaving these into the holes on the metal shelves.  


As you can see, I still have pictures of these.  I did this over several months, and as far as I know nobody ever mentioned it.  I wonder if they’re still there.

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