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Who is a Stranger that you Remember?
im not talking about the veej userbase here, but more searching for an insight into what lives in your heads rent free
The basic premise is this: who is a person who you'll always remember, despite not knowing who they are or anything about them. What happened to make them infect your consciousness so? I meet a lot of people through work so I have quite a lot of them there, but to be more interesting I'll provide one that isn't from work as well.
The Cake Gang - once upon a time, i was walking home from work and stopped at the supermarket to grab some stuff on the way back (snacks probably). when im leaving the supermarket, i walk through the carpark and see a group of 6 men huddled together, and as i get closer to walk past them, they start kind of looking over at me as if to say '**** someones coming' or something along those lines. i couldnt see what they were doing but i thought they were looking at a phone maybe? as i get closer, one of the men starts staring at me. he says nothing, but his eyes say to me "get the **** away from us". im not getting rattled by these people, im going that direction, so i carry on walking in their direction. as i get closer, i learn the truth as to what they are doing. it's not a phone, it was a bundt cake. these men had bought a cake from asda, and were picking bits off it off with their fingers and eating it. so many questions flooded my brain in the moment. why the hostility over a cake? did they think i would steal it? im overweight but i dont lose control when seeing a cake. why the secrecy? did they commit to a diet plan and all break together but had to hide their sugared sin from their wives? who knows. ive speculated on this in my head for nearly 10 years and my current theory is that i think they were pakistani gentlemen (they looked from that part of the world) and it was around the time of ramadan, so i wonder if they were maybe breaking their fast? or cheating it? who knows, man.
Batteries - this one is from work. this is a man who used to come to our shop once or twice a week. none of us know his name, but we called him batteries. he was a rotund fellow, who would contribute to saving the environment by never showering or having a bath. every time we saw him he would wear a brown leather jacket and yellow shorts. t-shirts may vary. he was a strange man who would sometimes speak to you, but usually he would enter the store without acknowledging anybody, walk over to the display of duracell batteries, and then sit on the floor in front of them. bum on the floor, legs spread, and then he would pick up packs of different batteries and read the small text on the back of them. he would do this for about half an hour, and then either leave the store entirely or go look at a different display. nobody wanted to approach him, mainly because of the smell, but sometimes he would demand some information on a product, which he had no intention of buying. he never paid for anything. we think he stole a couple packs of batteries but we didn't really have any proof of that. he eats them for sustenance, i reckon, in a bowl with milk. one story i heard from a coworker is that he was on the bus and batteries came and sat next to him. he was going on about having a day out in blackpool (a rough northern seaside town, probably about 60 miles from us) but he was adamant that the local bus was going there. it wasn't, so god knows what he was thinking. wonder if he ever made it there. he was a regular for us for a good few years, but this trend ended with covid. i guess when we were closed he lost his main activity so found a new hobby, because none of us have seen him ever since. he's weird, but memorable, hope he's alive and bothering some other shop somewhere.
please feel free to share your own stories, and i encourage speculation on the oddities of humanity. please enjoy
The basic premise is this: who is a person who you'll always remember, despite not knowing who they are or anything about them. What happened to make them infect your consciousness so? I meet a lot of people through work so I have quite a lot of them there, but to be more interesting I'll provide one that isn't from work as well.
The Cake Gang - once upon a time, i was walking home from work and stopped at the supermarket to grab some stuff on the way back (snacks probably). when im leaving the supermarket, i walk through the carpark and see a group of 6 men huddled together, and as i get closer to walk past them, they start kind of looking over at me as if to say '**** someones coming' or something along those lines. i couldnt see what they were doing but i thought they were looking at a phone maybe? as i get closer, one of the men starts staring at me. he says nothing, but his eyes say to me "get the **** away from us". im not getting rattled by these people, im going that direction, so i carry on walking in their direction. as i get closer, i learn the truth as to what they are doing. it's not a phone, it was a bundt cake. these men had bought a cake from asda, and were picking bits off it off with their fingers and eating it. so many questions flooded my brain in the moment. why the hostility over a cake? did they think i would steal it? im overweight but i dont lose control when seeing a cake. why the secrecy? did they commit to a diet plan and all break together but had to hide their sugared sin from their wives? who knows. ive speculated on this in my head for nearly 10 years and my current theory is that i think they were pakistani gentlemen (they looked from that part of the world) and it was around the time of ramadan, so i wonder if they were maybe breaking their fast? or cheating it? who knows, man.
Batteries - this one is from work. this is a man who used to come to our shop once or twice a week. none of us know his name, but we called him batteries. he was a rotund fellow, who would contribute to saving the environment by never showering or having a bath. every time we saw him he would wear a brown leather jacket and yellow shorts. t-shirts may vary. he was a strange man who would sometimes speak to you, but usually he would enter the store without acknowledging anybody, walk over to the display of duracell batteries, and then sit on the floor in front of them. bum on the floor, legs spread, and then he would pick up packs of different batteries and read the small text on the back of them. he would do this for about half an hour, and then either leave the store entirely or go look at a different display. nobody wanted to approach him, mainly because of the smell, but sometimes he would demand some information on a product, which he had no intention of buying. he never paid for anything. we think he stole a couple packs of batteries but we didn't really have any proof of that. he eats them for sustenance, i reckon, in a bowl with milk. one story i heard from a coworker is that he was on the bus and batteries came and sat next to him. he was going on about having a day out in blackpool (a rough northern seaside town, probably about 60 miles from us) but he was adamant that the local bus was going there. it wasn't, so god knows what he was thinking. wonder if he ever made it there. he was a regular for us for a good few years, but this trend ended with covid. i guess when we were closed he lost his main activity so found a new hobby, because none of us have seen him ever since. he's weird, but memorable, hope he's alive and bothering some other shop somewhere.
please feel free to share your own stories, and i encourage speculation on the oddities of humanity. please enjoy
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