The unusualy comical tales of RL

[Strichev]

Share your stories with the rest of us. Be it a tale of the days of old, now long gone in time, or a recent happening.

My story, a cool story:

Imagine a bar, an ordinary bar that is. Not something like that Pink Liquorice some of you hang around in. It was a particularly busy night and the place was packed like a proverbial sardine can. Despite a number of opened windows and doors the air inside still seemed dense with alcohol fumes. Several perfume-drenched individuals didn't contribute to a healthy atmosphere either. Do I have to mention that such people almost always use the cheapest of perfumes there are?

Anyhow, there I was, standing in a rather dishevelled line, waiting to order a drink. Well, actually, order a whole bunch of drinks for my friends, for I had been unlucky enough to lose a most decisive rock paper scissors game. Minutes flew by - alcohol does that for you - and eventually I found myself at the line's end. What a joyful occasion that was! Finally, more poison for every cell in one's body!

But then, all of a sudden, my feet lost contact with the ground beneath. No longer could I feel a shred of broken glass under my foot. Levitation? Not so much. A robust dude decided he could no longer wait and removed me from the line. In fact he carried me all the way to the line's end. Indeed that was a deed to behold! To lift me, with my 64 kg and 184 cm? Unprecedented! Resistance was to no avail. Great dishonour!

Decide whether this is a true or not so true story on your own. But I assure you that it's not fun to be of such constitution.

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