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The fedex guy at my old place. Motherfucker was the coolest fucking person I have met or are likely to ever meet. He just.. exhuded cool. Not necessarily in an alpha way, either.

It is hard to describe. My wife saw him once and the words she mustered were "this guy is cool". We would wear our best clothes and primp up for packages because of this.

Someone I met at a party a while back; she was only there because her best friend was the sister of the guy whose party it was. I was there because the guy and his siblings are my cousins.
She was just naturally awesome, and was a superlatively good dancer.
I considered having a smoke with her, but all she had was rollies (shit hard to roll in the cold) and I wasn't game to bum a tailor off the other smokers.

I was hanging out with my friend one time and we met MacGyver. Alright, well, we met The Most Awesome Man. We were both a little bit high, driving his mom's car through some neighborhood to pick up a couple of girls. All of a sudden the horn in the car alarm starts going off while we're driving. We have no idea what the hell is going on, so we pull over and try everything to get it to stop. No luck. So we get out of the car and my friend accidentally locks the keys in.

So there we are, locked out of an expensive car with the alarm going off, in a nice neighborhood. I should add that we look like typical teenage hoodlums, and we're high. So we start to panic a bit. Then we see HIM.

He walks up to us and asks what's going on. We fumble through an explanation. He says "well we better get this sorted out before any authorities show up" and fucking winked at us. He then (and to this day I have no idea where he was hiding it) magically produced a slim-jim and popped the lock on the door in one try. Without even pausing, he opened the fuse box, immediately selected the correct fuse out of like sixty, and disabled the alarm. He then replaced the blown fuse with, I can only imagine, one he was carrying on him in the same magical compartment that housed the slim-jim.

My friend and I were kind of astonished. He handed my friend the keys, TIPPED HIS HAT, and continued walking in the same direction.

>>5140199
holy shit.

that is truly incredible.

>>5140199
He was probably a professional car thief

>>5140199
I'm having trouble picturing just how one pops a car lock with a slim jim

WHY ISN'T THIS THREAD MORE POPULAR

Isn't a slim jim the american version of a pancake?

>>5140371
A slim jim is either a long, thin piece of metal designed to be slipped between the window and the door of a car to jimmy the lock open. A slim jim may also be a stick of highly processed meat. A pancake is a pan-friend semisweet breakfast cake typically eaten with syrup.

IN AMERICA

>>5140343
the car breaking into slim jim not the wrestling promoted sausage snack dude....

People who are black but dress nicely.
I admire them for standing out against the stereotype.

A slim jim is an emergency car picking tool. It is also a delicious snack that most gas stations stock at their counter.

I'm sure I have met someone incredibly amazing for a second or two but cannot recall a specific instance.

>>5140371
You may be thinking of a flap jack

mewtblox just in case

>>5140405

Fuck, if only it were really both those things at once. I want to be able to eat my lockpicking tools.

Op, I fucking love people like that. I'm not nearly as impressed by genius physicists or sports stars or musicians, its real motherfuckers like that mattress salesman that I really look up to. I want to be like that someday. The last person I met who was like that was an algebra professor in community college. He genuinely cared about his students, seemed to know all that worried a community college student... the fucker could read minds.

My English teacher back in high school. His name was Mr. Lamb and he was the coolest motherfucking teacher ever. He wasn't slack or anything; we did lots of work. He just made every assignment interesting. He told stories at the end of every class, let us out a bit early, that sort of thing. He also helped me and my team out for debating; he said he used to debate competitively in various places.


I found out a few years later that he'd been fired for being a heroin addict.

My English teacher last year. She gave the first impression of what everyone calls a bitch. It seemed like she didn't care about us, she was just there to teach the required material and go home.

Looking back, I realized she was one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. She was witty, fantastic at teaching, and treated us like people instead of just 'students'.

One day a few years back when i was one the bus home from school, i swung outside the bus's 2nd door to let these people get out and the driver closes the door alright, with me fucking half outside with the doors clamped on my arm.
This old guy, like fucking 70 or something sees me as it starts to take off, runs to the door and pulls it open as i fucking fall over and climb back onto the bus.
I never got a chance to thank that guy but god damn if he wasnt a fucking legend.

OP here; I've also had excellent English teachers. What impresses me most about them is that they actually managed to make me like literature.

Denny, with his walking stick/sword at Starbucks. Some Anon nicknamed Peaches or something told his story.

without a doubt my Auto's teacher for high school. that guy was so chill and understood all the problems kids go through. he was a teacher and a friend.

>>5140028
Its amazing how many people actually know their shit. They just never get a chance to talk about it. Try asking your hairdresser about how they cut your hair, you'll be amazed

This guy that lives like 2 blocks from me, he had just moved recently to this house that is practically the bus stop for me, it had one floor and a garage, pretty normal.

Then as days go by I always see him doing construction, on a ladder making mix and shit, carrying pieces of wood, bricks and all that stuff and I always saw him alone.

Well it turns out this motherfucker made a second story to his house, another room for a misc store for his wife (including the electrical installation), expanded the sidewalk and then painted the house.

I stopped leaning on the wall of his house while waiting for the bus out of sheer respect.

One word: Mike.
I used to do some volunteer work with a paleontology museum and every year we had a trip out to Utah/Montana to collect new specimens. The second year I went Mike came. Here's the short list of his awesomeness:
-Lives in an airport hangar
-With a fully grown pet alligator (which he feeds chickens)
-Is a badass Vietnam Vet (not the creepy kind, the Rambo kind)
-Once wrestled an anaconda in the jungle
-Hijacked a military issue construction vehicle for fun while in said jungle
-Currently Indiana Jones of the paleontology world
-Is also training to become a forensic biologist

All of this is verifiable data. Coolest motherfucker ever.

>>5140769
It was at an independant cafe, not Starbucks.

>>5140956
you got the point though, right?

my friend Jonathan Kapelekanaka.

He would randomly wear suits to school just to class up the joint, once borrowed a female biology teachers jacket and wore it because he said it looked like Napoleon's coronation jacket.

He also carried a small burlap pouch full of $1 gold coins and paid for things in them.


he was basically the fucking man.

Super impressed by the McDonald's employees who spent a day refusing all payment for orders. Apparently it was the manager's idea.

>>5141019
sounds like a douche.

>>5141078
sounds like a gentleman

A male nurse when I was in hospital. I was 17 and had bad tonsilitis. A female nurse came up to him and talked down to him. When she walked away he said "Fuck I hate when those idiots tell me shit i've already done" I lol'd. Then he asked me if i've got a job then said I should party till i'm 23 and do a nursing course cause it's "easy as"

I went to an Art Institute (I say "an" and not "the" because they are a chain of schools that exist all over the US and Canada) and in my final quarter we had to take a Professional Development class. The motherfucker who taught the class was this British guy in his mid 30's with a ton of life experience that just spent most of the time shooting the shit with us. He was a hard ass when it came to assignments and would be ruthless if he didn't like someone, but he seemed to genuinely want every single person in the class to succeed. He was the type of person that would ridicule you if you were talking while he was talking and then give you a pep talk in front of everyone and build you up if you were nervous giving a presentation. I don't think I've ever respected a teacher as much as that guy. He also had a full time job outside of teaching for part of it (when I started the class he had been laid off recently) and would show up in expensive suits (the class was at like 6 PM) and be all badass.

>>5141019
i want to be Johnathon Kapelekanaka when i grow up FUCK

I once served drinks to an ex detriot swat member. He did 20yrs as a felony warrant server. He was shot 7 times in 3 different incidents (2 .22, 1 .38, and 4 7.62mm from an ak). He lost hearing totally in his left ear due to a flash grenade. So he retired.

>>5141096
Some of the best people i've ever met have been nurses. Shit pay for the job they have to do. Don't envy the work they have to do with old people.

I used to have to go into hospital for operations regually as a kid. As a 16 year old I went in and went to a kids ward (Kids>old dying people). There was this guy and this woman who were "play coordinators" and they're my joint candidates basically their job was to make sick kids lives slightly more bearable. They'd totally go out their way bringing in their own games from home for the Playstation and Nintento, bringing in movies, organising visits from minor celebs (kiss from Michelle Ryan fuck year!) One time they took a bunch of the more able kids on a trip to Camden market and bought as all lunch, fucking legends. Oh and they let me have a beer too.

>>5140199

The most awesome guy alive award definitely goes to that guy.

>>5141205
Oh and one time a boy band of the moment "Busted" came in, don't know if they're well known in the States but they were pretty popular over here back then, they were high on Cocaine and were great fun, shit music but good guys.

>TL;DR: Mattress Guy knows fucking everything about mattresses.

No he didn't, but since you know nothing about mattresses he was able to bullshit you.

I accidentally left my wallet on the table at a Jack-In-the-Box (fast food chain if you didn't know), and when I came back a few hours later, no one had turned it in. This was probably because it was a wallet made of playing cards (Google it if you're curious), and whoever cleaned the table probably thought it was trash. Anyways, this guy came out and he just said to look through the trash. I decided to do it since I had at least $40 in the wallet. I didn't expect him to help, but he actually did, even pouring the trash out into another bag and sifting through it, almost as if he was looking for his own wallet. We never found it, but I really appreciated how he helped me nontheless.
tl;dr Jack in the Box employee helped me look through the trash for my wallet

>>5140769
I remembered that thread very well. I saved it for prosperity.

OP, I would just like to congratulate you on spawning one of the most entertaining and somewhat inspiring threads I've seen on r9k in a while.

>>5141277
Holy shit gabe, I remember that too. Some anon made a pic of the scene.

my former boss. He was in his mid 60's and did work in home remodeling and repairs. Dry wall, electrical, plumbing, instillation, he did it all. He used to work as a contractor for a big construction company in D.C.

He taught me everything I'll ever need to know about home repairs and remodeling.

I'm always impressed by and admire people who are extremely knowledgeable in their field.

And also more-so when they know a ton about a subject completely unrelated to what they do. Like once I was working with this very talented electrician and at one point starting going off about the kinds of trees that were in the street and how you could tell what they were by looking at them. Always impresses me.

>>5141351
Yea I wish I saved the pic of that scene.

Also - this thread is about random people. I hate how my memory has a hard time recalling things like this by will. Usually something has to trigger a memory/connection for me to recall it completely. I call it "indexing," since I dunno if there is a specific term for this. It's there, just gotta find it.

I have no problem mentioning people whom has impressed me, but not random people. ugh.

In high school, one of my friends overdosed on morphine. I was not there for this, but my friend, S, called up an art teacher at my school called Mr. **** and asked for help.

S got the voicemail, but Mr. **** called like four times a day to check up on her. Never reported her either.

>>5141423
>And also more-so when they know a ton about a subject completely unrelated to what they do. Like once I was working with this very talented electrician and at one point starting going off about the kinds of trees that were in the street and how you could tell what they were by looking at them. Always impresses me.
I love people lioke that. I used to know a taxi driver like this, most of you will know taxi drivers often like to spout shit about various topics despite not actually knowing anything about it, but there was a guy that worked for a taxi company i'd use reguarlly who had quit his job as a well paid businessman for a less stressful job as a driver. The guy was a fucking legend, this well spoken English guy who drove a Mercedes and used to play classical music, and knew so much random crap, whichever topic was brought up he had a educated opnion on it.

It's also happened to a lesser extent with other tradesmen i've met for example a builder who knew everything about Butterflies and a Plumber who had a ridiculous knowledge of classic cars.

Holy shit I just met my very own "Mattress Guy" about a week ago.

I'm running late to catch a morning flight. In short, I know I've missed my flight before I even leave the house. I stumble into the bag check line with two giant boxes (bicycles) and two suitcases on a cart. I look like hell. Immediately this dude greets me and asks what's up. I explain my situation and he promptly takes me to the side and puts me in a "special service" line, behind a rope, with 2 people in it. "If you want to get out of here before 5 pm, talk to Scott," this guy said. "The other lady's a bitch and won't overbook flights. Scott will know what to do." I nod and pray I get this Scott guy. Luckily, I barely evade getting the gross woman with the perma-sneer and instead get a friendly dude in khaki shorts: Scott.

Scott asks about my missed flight and rattles off a few options. He says I can pay $200 for a confirmed seat if I want, but that there are plenty of openings and it would be a waste of money. Then I point to the oversized luggage on the cart off to the side. "No problem," says Scott. I pay for them. "Anything else?" I sigh and say I need to declare a firearm in one of my suitcases. He smiles and gives me the paperwork, all while I wear this look of guilt. I fucked up. It was my fault I missed my flight, I have this complicated luggage, and yet this dude is helping me with no hesitation, as if I'm some VIP. Right as I'm about to thank him, he starts chattering away at his keyboard. He asks for my ticket back, throws it away, and hands me a new one. "I fooled the computer and got you confirmed on the 10:45 flight." No charge? "No charge." I could have cried. He did it all as if it was nothing special. You could tell he gave the same level of service to everyone in his line. He seriously turned my whole day around.

tl;dr Awesome airport dude hooked me up

PS - Fly Southwest, bitches.

>>5141557
Holy shit, that guy is pretty pro. I wonder how he is able to trick the system like that?

His attitude is great and is something I wish more people will be able to provide.

I've learned a few hiccups in the system at work, but nothing to the extent of that. I'm surprised he isn't fired for pulling strings like that.

>>5141680

Yeah, it did seem like he was putting himself on the line to help me, but I didn't ask for it and he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

If there had been a "how are we doing?" number posted somewhere, I would have rang the moment I landed and sang his praises.

Back in grade school, for a year (7th grade, I think) I had this bus driver... a white guy in his 60s, grey hair, usually wore a trucker cap. Before I'd had bus drivers who would drive fast, but this guy fucking floored it even on sidestreets and shit. We never even came close to coming in an accident, though-- he was a damn good driver, he just drove REALLY fast. Needless to say, we had a lot of fun going down the highway at a solid 80 MPH.

Also, he was the only bus driver to ever stand up to these two unruly black kids who would always sit in the back of the bus and cause trouble. This one time he hauled one of them who was being particularly loud out of the bus, left him in the principal's office, and drove off without him. The kid never did anything but sit there quietly after that.

I went to a car audio place, to get a fuse replaced.

I walk up to the counter, and this chill lookin guy in his 20's asks what's up. I tell him my radio doesnt work and I need a new fuse. We walk out to my car and he pulls out one of the storage drawers. A condom and some eye drops fall out.

He says to me "You gotta stop smoking that weed bro, and smiles with a wink". I laughed and he went back into the shop for a bit. When he returned, he changed out the fuse and told me I was good to go. No charge.

I shook the mans hand, smiled and drove off.

I was about half a mile away, when there was a problem. I did a u-turn and rode back into the shop, walked up to the counter and told him there was a problem. When we got back to the car, I handed him a little over a gram of weed I had on me, and told him I hadn't thanked him properly for hookin me up. He took it with a fat smile

Good times man

Friends car broke down in the snow on a mountain (Ausfag here we gotta travel to get to the snow). Called road side assistance. We waited 30 mins then this guy came. He was wearing a dirty t shirt and some really ragged jeans, cigarette in his mouth, a really dirty car filled with random shit like a TV and a cool ass dog.

Set down a towel, cigarette in the mouth, fixed the car meanwhile its lightly snowing and really cold. Drives down the mountain with us to make sure were ok.

Cool bloke.

I went to an airsoft store after I was retarded and fucked up my gun by loading a mag too full and that caused a jam which fucked up the gears.

Anyway, I'm in this store looking at the prices of gears. Fuuuck, 60 bucks minimum for the cheapest shit. The guy asks if he can help me and I tell him my predicament. He goes to the back and hands me some gears "I just took them out of my own gun, only used once, been meaning to upgrade them"

I ask him how much and he says "They're yours dude, come back when you put them in and tell me how it works."

That made my day.

My Grandmother had Alzheimer's for a long time, but that wouldn't stop the old girl from volunteering to work at her local St. Vincent de Paul charity centre. She loved that place with all her heart. Of course, on her breaks she loved to go shop at the Lincraft across the road. Lincraft, for those who don't know, is pretty much an arts and crafts store where they sell wool, fabrics, shoelaces, tablecloths, etc. It was a pretty busy intersection through the week and there were no marked pedestrian crossings for a few hundred metres or so.

Still, it seemed that whenever I visited her on those weekends, she would always have a new wool or a new pillow slips laying around, offering me again and again if I wanted anything. I liked to keep her busy, so I would leave a list of things I wanted knitted, with lots of colours and graphics. Whether they were scarves, jumpers, beanies, whatever, I always made sure she was kept busy.

Eventually, grandma started to get worse and it was only a short time after I got my license that my parents started asking me to pick her up from her volunteer job and take her back to her place (Granddad would drop her off in the morning, but enjoyed his retirement a little too much to pay close attention to the time)

One time when I picked her up, Grandma appeared to have zoned out a bit, and didn't recognize when I walked in the door. She just turned around and went back to her tidying. I walk up to her and say, "Nan, it's time to go."
"Oh, but wait, I can't go anywhere unless Jacob helps me across the street."
"No grandma, it's David. Come along now."

>>5142145

It wasn't two weeks later when she had to be taken to a nursing home because she had become too much of a strain on Granddad, oftentimes forgetting who he was and ringing whatever number was dialled last in her phone and telling them that "that man is back in my house again!"

I went to visit her in the nursing home and I noticed that she had managed to get her hands on a pair of knitting needles and had just finished another scarf, a really nice one actually, it surprised me how good it was. She didn't recognize me when she turned around and just went straight back to knitting. "Who's that for Gran?" I asked.
"Oh, this thing? It's for Jacob. Can you make sure he gets it?"

She finished it that afternoon while I sat in her room reading a book I had packed. When she gave it to me I said, "I'll make sure he gets it."

I wore it out to Granddad's when I went to visit him the next day because he had rang me. He found a bag full of different wools in Lincraft bags which still had the receipts in them. He gave them to me, telling me that if I returned them I could keep whatever it cost her, and that she had all she needed at the nursing home already.

It was a cold day and as I pulled up at Lincraft, I was still wearing the scarf nan had knitted in the home. I walked into the Lincraft store and could only see a boy playing on a computer, not much older than I was. I walked up to him and handed the bag over the counter. "Can I return these?" I asked.

He said "sure," and then continued, "and nice scarf by the way." I smiled and nodded, and looked down at his name tag so that I could thank him properly.
Jacob.

>>5142152

It turns out that around lunch time, hardly anyone came into the store, and this kid, Jacob just walked around idly all day doing nothing, minding the place for his parents. When Nan started showing up, it didn't take long for him to realize that this girl wasn't "all there", but he was happy just to have a conversation with someone. I found out that nan had become so regular that he would sometimes lock the store at 12:00 just so he could go across the road and give her a hand across the street. Turns out that nan knew her stuff and had pretty much helped Jacob go from a kid minding his parent's business to someone who knew their fine wools from their coarse, and who could tell you which width wools suited which fabrics.

I left that store without a scarf, but I don't think I noticed the cold at all.

>>5142152

You give that man a tip every time you see him. He is the epitome of humanity.

>>5141557

I missed a Southwest flight once and this nice white lady gave me a free ticket to a different flight, same day.

:)

I took a helicopter flight lesson from a guy I met at an airshow. He was the shit.

The helicopter was fantastic, it cost 280 an hour just for fuel, but he did instruction for free, and let you fly as long as you paid the cost for fuel. Not including the flight time he probably talked to me and my dad for 4 or 5 hours. Most places would charge 30-50 an hour for ground school. He did it for free, because he loved helicopters and he loved to teach.

We talked about everything, 2/3rds of it was devoted to helicopters. He knew every single thing about helicopters: what to do when your helicopter is hijacked, the price of the main rotor, how autorotations work, pretty much everything there was to know about helicopters, this guy knew it.

He even had lunch with us, in his own private room, in a burger king. That's right, he had a private room inside a burger king because his old office building got torn down in order to make a burger king but they didn't want him to leave. When we had lunch I found out that he knew everything. He told us where the phrase son of a gun comes from, how betting on horse races works, which vehicles were controlled by the right seat and why. Basically obscure shit that wikipedia doesn't have that is still interesting.

He said if we weren't completely satisfied we wouldn't have to pay a cent. If anyone actually would've pulled that cheap shit I would've slapped them across the face even if it were fucking Hellen Keller.

pic related: its his office

>>5142154
That's sweet.

A few years back I went to the fair with a friend's family. I had been feeling really crummy and was miserable for a long time. it was my normal mood. I hid it well though. Near the end of the day we sat down in the stands to watch something, I forget what, and there was this huge black woman sitting a few seats down. They had us all get up and hold hands to pray. I really could care less about it but the woman moved down a few seats and took my hand. They did the stupid little prayer thing and I just stood there with my eyes open not interested in participating in the charade that is public prayer. She then opened her eyes, leaned over to me, and gave me a big bear hug. She whispered "Its alright, everything is ok" into my ear. She left me alone after that. I gave a forced smile to her and left as the event ended.

I told the people I was with, who asked me about it later, that I had no idea wtf she was doing. They believed it well enough. What she did grew on me and after a while things didn't feel so miserable anymore. It made me feel like some burden was lifted. Its nearly been a decade since that happened and I still think of what she did for me all those years ago. Her simple act of kindness and compassion restored my faith in humanity and inspired me. I still think of her to this day, nearly a decade later, and wish I could thank her for what she did for me. Sometimes, when I do rarely pray, I think of her and say thanks that I was able to meet such generous person.

this needs a goddamn archive

This thread made me smile.

Back in Highschool, this kid, James, used to come to school everyday wearing formal/semi-formal shit.

Because he's fucking awesome and shit, and I always liked him.

jason statham!

also my english teacher

I want to have a Moot story where he shows up and enlightens me about true Japanese culture, perhaps even recommending an anime I might like.

>>5142464

umm wut

Every morning i see an old man staring out of his small bungalow window. This is at like 7am, every day without fail.

Sometimes I wonder what stories he holds, why he always looks out of the window, if he has any children or if he had a wife, if he faught in the war etc.

His mystery is inspiration to us all.

>>5140028

I wish I'd have experiences with people like this, I never really do.

>>5141277
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>>5141277
THIS. IS. AWESOME.

This whole thread is blowing my mind. We need to archive.

I once went to the hospital when my brother broke his leg ( i went with my mum, i must of been about 9 ).

Anyway, we were sitting right outside the door on a bench ( waiting for dad to pick us up ), then all of a sudden this man woddles past, one leg seemed to just ignore his body and he seemed to ignore everyone, admittedly i was fucking terrified.

Now, to make my terror worse, he stopped right in front of me, stared and me for about 3 seconds then just said "You have the nose to play a guitar"

I fucking shit you not, he said those exact words then just walked off, never to see him again. Few years later i learned that there's a part there for mentally weird people, forgive me for not knowing the real name of it.

I dunno if i'd say he impressed me, but it made me learn guitar ( although i don't play anymore, I want to play cello now ;_; )

I love these kinds of threads, /r9k/. Why can't you be like this more often?

My high school art teacher would high five people all the time during class.

I heard he got fired for sexual harassment after i'd left.

I was on a plane one time and the person next to me was everything I wanted to become later in life. Masters degree in translation, bachelors degree in Spanish and German, helped rise a major corporation and is now retired and receiving a fuckton of money from the company, is a double digit millionaire, teaches English as a hobby, has been married for 38 years, has one kid who is a Michelin star holding chef, and the other is a housewife to a successful Pediatrician.

I was just in awe at their life and their accomplishments.

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>>5142154
This has warmed my heart. Thank you.

I met a dude who hated women and thought 9/11 was a conspiracy.

He was so fucking cool.

This thread has made me step back from my goals and ask, "Will accomplishing these goals make me a better person?"

>>5140199
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>>5141557

Compassion, knowledge, wisdom. These acts exemplify what is to be a good person.

>>5141277
herpblox

I live in a pretty small town with it's own taxi service, so chances are you're gonna get to know the drivers. One of them in particular is amazing. Mohammed. He's a tiny, deaf arab who REALLY likes speed. I once looks at the speedometer, in a 30mph he was doing 90. Remember, he was totally deaf.

i wish to be the awesome guy

I used to work on a construction site last summer and one of the civil engineers I worked with was an English guy with the gentleman accent. He used to smoke cigars whilst he was working and used to start laughing for no apparent reason and say stuff like "Did you ever go to Durban..."

I miss him :(

My English teacher, freshman year at high school.

I was a super shy, quiet kid who said practically nothing throughout the entire school year. She really liked me for whatever reason. During Xmas break I e-mailed her and wished her a happy christmas, and she was over the moon that one of her students e-mailed her and thanked me in person at school.

She caught me skipping my drama class twice (because shit sucked). First time asked me not to do it again. Second time I'm huddled behind a trailer trying to fall asleep and I hear someone approaching by foot. Eventually I hear "Anon?" I look up and fuck, it's her. I thought I was going to get in some serious shit but she basically said, "I thought you said you weren't going to do this anymore? You put me in a bad spot, if it was anyone else I would have reported them by now, but it's you and I'm not going to do that."

We also had to, one-by-one, reenact the scene from Romeo & Juliet where Romeo is talking to himself as he watches Juliet on the balcony (well, the girls did Juliet's part and the guys did Romeo's). I acted mine out and won a roar of applause from the students and was actually so good I made some girl cry, lol. I remember though right as I finished monologuing, the first words I hear are something like "Fantasic, A+" from the teacher and one or two claps from her before her clapping is drowned out by the rest of the class.

2 years later I ended up getting expelled. If I ever see her again I want to apologise for taking advantage of her kindness and skipping class right in front of her.

My form tutor in secondary school was a great guy. He never did anything particularly awesome, he was just a generally good person. Every morning the whole group would have a laugh with him and he always took an interest. As you can imagine, I'm not exactly confident but this teacher used to take me aside and
take an interest in my life and he gave me a real boost.

Unfortunately he left after the first couple of years. He was supposed to become a cover teacher at the school, but he just seemed to disappear. His wife worked at the school too and she'd been cheating on him with one of the deputy heads. I've heard he killed himself over it, but I really, honestly hope it was some sick rumour.

>>5142649
Sounds like compulsive liar to me tbh. Nevertheless, very cool stories bro's. Keep this thread up.

>>5142649
Too bad about the housewife bit, otherwise he's a god

Whenever I see things like Iraqi interpreters working with coalition troops on the news I respect them, moreso than those they are helping.

>>5142841

The housewife bit is fine in my book, she is an ex-patisserie (is that the right term?) who wanted to focus on raising her kids when she got pregnant. I'm pretty jealous actually, imagine the delicious noms they must have.

>>5142795

Confirmed truth, had pictures, showed me stuff on his laptop and seeing as we were in First Class (my dad is a pilot which somehow lets me get awesome perks like that) I'm guessing he had the cash to prove it as well.

I was on holiday in Sweden, getting ready to fly home. I had to take a train to get to the bus station that goes to the airport. First my friend had to drive me to the train station. My plan was to get to each an hour in advance of the ideal time I should be there, no fucking around.

My friend fucked up majorly driving to the train station, and I narrowly miss the train. I end up catching the next one, leaving me with 5 minutes to find and catch my bus to the airport. I race through the bus station and find a bus heading out to the airport. I jump on and it leaves immediately. I get to the airport and look around, realising with creeping terror that I am in the wrong airport.

I head outside, a lump in my throat, scared I might not get home and look for a cab. I spot one cab and want to ask him how much it'll cost for him to drive to the airport across the city, and how long it'll take. I am almost in tears, and explaining my situation poorly. I explain I only have 600 of whatever the currency is, I forget, and I ask if it's enough. He gives a nod and I get in.

So we sit in silence, I am trying to keep my composure, watching the fare go up and up. 100, 200, 300, 400... 400... 400 I realise the guy stopped it, and we were barely half way. In the end the trip must have been worth about 800~1000. When he stopped, I stuttered out some kind of 'Thank you' and he just gave me this sly smile and took off. What a bro.

In the end, I board the plane with just minutes to spare, or I'd have been turned away.

I'll never forget that cool guy.

I wish I could remember more. One small one off the top of my head is I went into an electronic store (the good guys for ausfags) where salesmen usually help you and discount stuff if you haggle. I new exactly what I wanted so just walked in to the section, grabbed the box (digital receiver for tv) and straight to the counter, without having anyone ask me if I needed help. Checkout lady scanned it then asked "did anyone help you with this?" which I replied to "no". So then she yells out to one of the sales dudes "whats the cheapest we can do this for" and reduces it to pretty much cost price. I was amazed, totally not expecting it but ended up saving quite a bit of money. In fact, most sales people that actually try a little bit always end up making me happy.

My Geography teacher back in High School, everyone called him "Mc G"

No doubt, he was the most gentle person I'd ever met, and a brilliant teacher to boot. Everyone in his class was his friend and equal, and would spend many classes talking about non-school stuff; his weekend, movies, his family, our weekends

He was so devoted to the school and to his classes, but he especially loved our class. On graduation day, he gave us his home and mobile numbers so that if we ever need anything, to just give him a call and he'll see what he can do. I've called him a few times after nights out saying

"Hey Mc G, It's Anon. Listen, I need somewhere to stay tonight, otherwise I'm sleeping on a bus stop bench waiting for the first bus in the morning"

"No problem! I'll just put some shoes on and I'll come pick you up. There's a spare bed here and a hot breakfast if you want it in the morning."

I don't know what he saw in us really. A few times he hinted at a pretty drugfucked teenage life, so he's probably doing what someone did for him when he was our age

Fuck, I really miss highschool : (

So far it looks like I'm the only one requesting this to archive.

Wow /r9k/, if it weren't for the constant relationshit, I'd say I love you.

Archive this.

>>5142904
I'd rather try to keep this bumped to last at least another day. This is going to be an epic thread.

moot. he said some good things.

This is a person who really impressed me. When i entered university i was a complete loser when it came to grades. I failed at most tests and really considered to drop out.

One day i found this flyer of a private teacher offering lessons for every course i failed:

- advaned math.1
-advanced math.2
-statistics 2
-microeconomics
- finance
- macroeconomics

I gave it a try. This person was really weird at first. He was morbidly obese, unshaved, a heavy smoker (even while teaching) and had a really strong dialect. I first thought he was a complete loser. But man, he was an expert in mostly every field. He taugth me what my profs. at my univeristy want to hear, how to prepare for exams, he even showed me some awesome shortcuts for even complicated mathematical problems. I studied hard, I even visited him on sundays for at least 4 hours. Of course I payed 4 it. But over time he said to me that i really had the talent to become one of the best graduates and was giving me some lessons for free.

He wasnst offering courses for the master degree, but thanks to his dedication and immense knowledge i actually graduated with a masters degree among the top 25 students of my year.

when i was about 8-9 on the way to school ( i walked ) there was an house we allways passed and a old lady who allways sat at the window.
She would allways wave to us and id wave back but most of my friends just ignored her because she was the "Crazy lady with a load of cats" waving to her on the way to school and on the way back was what i looked forward to the most each day.
When i finished that elementary and started going to junior school i had to walk a different way to get to my school so i didnt get to wave to her, but when i was allowd to walk to school on my own i would go past her house to wave to her even though it was the long way.

Even though we never spoke and i doubt she even knew who i was and just waved at everybody, she made me happy everytime she waved.

she died a while back and a family moved into her house.

On my walk to the train station in the morning there is this old man around 80 that runs along with his dog. I would always nod my head and say 'Good morning' to him and you could always tell how he felt by seeing if he just nodded his head and winked or said morning back. One day I met him in the local park when walked me dog. He was sitting in the sun on a park bench, I decided to sit next to him and talk to him about how he actually can keep up the pace when he is so old. He was very polite with a thick central European accent. As we talked I learned that he used to be a very successful soccer coach and when he retired he moved out here to Australia. I found out he was actually 87 years old and was running over 10km a day and only slowed down because his dog needed to rest. He told me he wanted to be as fit as he could until the day he died.
I found this inspirational just the daily routine of keeping up 10km I could barely keep that up when I was 16 never mind being able to do it when I'll be in my 80's

It was June 2005. I had just finished five weeks of conservation work in Costa Rica. I get to San Jose airport expecting to travel back home to the UK via Fort Worth, the same way I came in.

I find out that while I was away the bastards changed the visa rules. Because my passport at the time wasn't machine readable, I now need a visa to enter the US. I take a taxi from the airport to the US Embassy, forgetting that it is Saturday. The place is shut until Monday. I can't leave the country. My flight ticket is invalid and all other flights out that don't go via the US are booked until Tuesday. I'm boned. I wait twelve hours in the terminal building, praying for cancellations.

Out of nowhere, one of the check in staff approaches me and says he's found me a flight. The guy knows how to work the system: it leaves in an hour, and somehow I pay a nominal ticket change fee of $100 instead of buying a new ticket costing five times as much. I'm off back home via Madrid, in First Class, travelling on *his* frequent flyer scheme. God only knows how he did it, because normal standby tickets don't let you pull that kind of stuff at all. He waits for me at the gate and practically shepherds me onto the flight. My clothes are wrecked from poundng up jungle paths for ten days in perpetual damp. I stink like a sloth. My hair is matted and tangled. Mr Businessman in the seat closest to mine wrinkles his nose in horror. The stewards are not impressed.

Ten hours later I land in London pissed off my face on champagne and happy as can be. I'm home, an accessory to fraud, and I've just earned Mr Saviour 3500 miles. I hope he uses them well.

>>5141430

Don't know if you're still there but yes psychologists have a term for this, it's called 'memory cues'

Bumping this thread for Archiving!

So last summer i went to work for my father at the construction business that he works for, as an assistant to this old guy called Frank, who must have been about 66 or so. The sort of work we were doing was jackhammering and concreting around an industrial site, i was assisting Frank because he wasn't allowed to use the jackhammer anymore after he fell off the roof of the house he was building _all by himself_ about 2hrs drive from the city we lived in. Frank hated not being able to ue the jackhammer and had queried my father as to why he couldnt use it - when he was told that he was 66 and had earnt some rest he was hurt and felt kinda useless - just about the best person i have ever worked with, most of his kids sounded like dropkicks and he still supported them, knew everything there was to know about concrete and construction adn was building his own house, was way nicer to me than my pale chubby arse had a right to. Just an honest bloke who worked way harder than he had to.

I miss working with Frank ;_;

My media teacher probably. He was some awesome dude in leather who drove a bike and was in a Jam tribute band. He smoke and drank like there was no tomorrow, yet he was very intelligent.

I had many good classes with that man.

>>5142996
This is a beautiful story.

itt OP is one of those soppy saccharine dopes who gets suckerd in by the salesman's game

you're dumb no fooling

>>5142877
He stoped the counter at 400, and either pocketed the extra 200 or spent it on gas.

I imagine his boss was pretty pleased. Little did he know.

>>5143065
Mobile phone salesman here. (Shit job, but still)

I highly doubt OP was 'suckered' if that's the experience he got. I'm one of those salesmen who honestly knows jack and will just bullshit cleverly to try and palm off the most expensive shit I can.

There's one guy I work with, however, who knows ab-so-fucking-lutely everything about the phones we stock. He can quote the features lists and specifications on like 30-40 different models. Half the time, he can look at someone as they walk into the store, and know which phone they'll walk out with just by the way they look.

Since I more or less suck compared to him, I deal with anyone I think looks dumb and easily fooled - specifically, women. Especially if they're in pairs or groups.

The worst thing for me is a woman accompanied by her boyfriend/husband, because this generally means the guy is paying, and of course, he wants to buy the cheapest piece of shit he can convince his woman to accept - which is basically the exact opposite goal to mine.


SHORT VERSION:
Not every salesman is a lying crook like me.

This is what /r9k/ is supposed to be.

Archive request sent.

My old databases teacher.

God damn, this guy was a god amongst men. Brilliant sense of humour, laid back, never got on your ass, always motivated you to be really passionate about what you were doing. ...How the fuck he managed to make microsoft access and visual basic interesting I have no fucking clue, but he did.

The day he really impressed me, however, was the day he saved the entire fucking course from failing.

Due to piss-poor communication among between the other staff and us students, huge quantities of our assignments were essentially incomplete, and the only way we could figure out what was missing was to go through each folder one by one and read through the criteria and the marks we'd been given so far. There were scarcely 2 months left to the course and the whole class looked set to fail due to the complete fucking uselessness of the other teachers.

Suddenly, god-teacher strolls in and writes a URL on the board, tells us to type it in.

Whole fucking class is amazed: God teacher has put together a database that highlights each and every specific, idividual point our assignments have or have not met. We don't even have to go back and resubmit them, we can just submit supplemental work.

In 2 months, I manage to do nearly a year's worth of work. The class pass rate is 100% - the highest in 5 years.

One time me and my shifty friend were locked out of his mom's pricey nice car. The alarm on the car started going off, and we freaked out.

All of a sudden a man came out from the shadows behind us. He smiled and asked what was wrong as the alarm hooted and hollered. The man seemed oblivious to this and stared at us. We told our story to the man. He started to laugh, never taking his eyes off us, while reaching into his pocket. He then pulled out a Slim Jim, and screamed at us "SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM NEXT TIME, FAGGOTS."

He then ate the Slim Jim in front of us and my friend started crying, moaning about his wasted life. I looked over at my friend and when I looked back the man was gone.

I've just remembered an awesome guy story of my own. When I was at school, my teacher for electronics was, to be honest, not the best teacher - he barely did any actual teaching, and just left us to get on with stuff. This was fine for coursework, but it resulted in nobody knowing any technical stuff we needed to for the exam. But despite this, he was actually a great guy - sense of humour, treated you like an adult - but the thing that most impressed me was how far he was prepared to go to help you. Of course, there were the usual retards who didn't bother to do any work, but for people who actually wanted to succeed, he was prepared to stay behind for two hours after school, every day, to help us get the work done. If that's not commitment, I don't know what is.

>>5143146

oh my god I laughed so fucking hard, godammit /r9k/

i once walked into a carl's jr. and the guy behind the counter was extremely courteous and quick. the place was also very clean, and he looked like he was honestly putting all the effort he could into his job.

it just warmed my heart, i guess, to see somebody take such pride in his work and be such an upstanding member of society. i almost wanted to thank him and shake his hand. just thank him for reminding me people could be hardworking and honest if they put their minds to it.

>>5142783
I live in durban. you should fucking come here, it's awesome

GO CANUCKS GO

I met up with my best friend from childhood a few months ago and found out that he turned into the most moral, toughest, motherfucking badass person I've ever known. He suffered multiple stab wounds from trying to save a girl from being raped, saved his dad from a life of addiction, and is supporting his entire family while working as a welder. He's so badass he almost makes me uncomfortable hanging around him.

>>5143152
I had an awesome teacher like this as well. He taught french though (canada here), and in grade 11 (year before graduation) the french class would take a trip to a purely french area, where the legal drinking age was 16. We were regaled with drinking and getting high stories every year by the previous years trips, but once we hit grade 11, our teacher's favorite subject everyday was telling us about getting drunk/high and hitting the discotheque with students!
Of course, a bitch in our class reported this to her mother, who reported it to our school, and promptly got our fantastic teacher fired, therefore our trip cancelled. The year after that? The new teacher continued with the trip, but with education in it.

>>5140199
Just letting you know he was an angel

My history teacher, about a year ago.
This motherfucker had you laughing day in and day out, all the while teaching you shit.
He always had a story to tell us, and it was always fucking hilarious, I never once left that class bored.
He was a quirky motherfucker too, with ADD.

Good times, the best teacher I ever had.

Southwest guy (from >>5141557) here. I just remembered another awesome guy from my past.

I'm gonna describe this guy first, then tell you what his current job is. We'll call him "Nielson."

Nielson went to some naval academy, where despite his small size he rowed in their lead varsity crew boat. After college he spent several years as an engineer on a nuclear submarine. He once told me he knows how to disassemble and reassemble a sub's nuclear reactor in 24 hours - by himself.

He's also independently wealthy. He had incredible foresight during the internet's infancy, registering domain names for a number of BIG companies. He then had the brass to HAGGLE with them over their initial offers to get even more.

In spite of his small fortune, he's a champion bargain shopper. I'd estimate he pays 40-50% less than average on medium-to-large purchases. He once gave me a crash course on how to get a car from a dealership for half the sticker price. He actually knows how their commissions function and on what schedule, and he plays salesman like chumps.

(cont'd)

(continued from >>5144035)

While hospitalized for a VERY serious motorcycle accident a few years ago, he wrote a comedic blog chronicling the whole ordeal. That's how I found out he is an exceptional writer.

He's a skilled semi-amateur photographer.

He was born without a sense of smell.

His hair growth is slower than normal, so he only has to shave every 2 months and get a haircut even less frequently.

He's gay.

So what does a man with all these qualifications do for work? He's the journalism and yearbook teacher for a public high school. Needless to say our paper and yearbook went from embarrassing to award-winning under his leadership, and enrollment for the class is now practically competitive. Kids used to take yearbook for an easy A - not anymore.

This one guy at a hotel I stayed in during my time in the South.
He was a Mexican, that was obvious, but he spoke very good English.
He was receptionist that day, lucky for us.
He signed us in, gave us quick directions, and sat down again.
After a few hours, I needed to go get something at the store, and just my luck, somethings wrong with my car.
So I see him again outside, smoking a cigarette and just chilling out like a cool motherfucker.
It was his time off and he could have easily ignored me.
He sees me messing with the car, so he comes up and asks "Anything wrong?"
I tell him "I'm not sure, it won't start", and he immediately takes a look. After about thirty minute of cracking jokes and just being fucking polite, he gets it started, and tells me the name of a local mechanic who he himself would trust with any car, but if it happens in the hotel (or nearby) to call him, and he gave me his cell phone number. (I'm a guy so no homo)

Sure, it's something simple, but I don't think anyone has ever taken time out of their break to help me like that.

>>5143867
Yeah, i had a history teacher like that last year as well. That motherfucker had polio, and he walked around with these 2 badass canes, that guy was awesome.

continued from >>5144046

/r9k/ keeps giving me an ASCII error from some reason. Here's the end of my post in pic form.

Fucking /r9k/.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAweNOuuPyg
this guy.

I really wish I could describe the feeling of sadness you got from standing in front of him hearing his voice shake and seeing his eyes fill up with tears while singing.
He's such an amazing individual,
check this out either before or after the first video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qtFPOxDMs4

>>5141019
>>5141019

We have way too many of those faggots here.

>>5142682
Nice to meet you, hope you guess my name.

I lived in Japan for a year.

There was a Ramen shop just a block away from where I lived, went there like three times a week.

Tsutomu was the ramen cook and we got to talking. This dude was a fucking badass, but not in the traditional sense. He worked every single day of the year except for two days. He works from 11:00 AM to 1:00 AM three days a week, 1pm to 11PM the other four.

During his spare time, which he doesn't really have, he is trying to learn english by watching disney movies.

I have never seen someone so cheerful having such a shitty life. He just makes ramen all day, and by the way its the most delicious ramen in the world, he even let me try his newest recipes first while they were not yet on the menu. My friends and I rented out his shop for a night and filled up the place completely for him. When I left Japan, he gave me one of his cooking bandanas. ;_;

My Mock Trial Coach who's also a Social Studies teacher was in the Gulf War, apparently he was an interrogator and could analyze what people were doing by their body language, pitch, tone, etc... Most of the time when I joined clubs I would go for the first 2 weeks, at the first mock trial meeting 70 kids showed up, 50 of whom were probably freshman. This guy fucking scared them all out and started playing mind games with each of them, and made everyone take a test to see if they were fucking serious about mock trial. Needless to say none of that shit really counted and was all a joke because at our school you just needed to sign up to make the team, but most of the freshman didn't know that. I just found him fucking cool for some reason.

>>5144165
yellow wheelchair?

Sweet Jesus r9k, I'm impressed. Archive faggots.

Lets see, in elementary school I had this one teacher for grades 5-6, lets call him Mr. N. This guy was friggin awesome, he made learning fun and actually made us wanna learn as much as we could. He always made crazy games about certain things, like leaning about ancient greece we had a game where we separated into 2 groups to name as many facts as we could about it, and you were eliminated if you couldn't come up with anything. These games would always end hilariously. In gym class we played dodgeball a lot with his rules, and he would participate. That motherfucker had near perfect aim and always made that class the best thing to look forward to. Also, for certain assignments, mostly in math he would make assignments a race, first 15 or whatever would get a pop or candy or whatever, and x amount of 100% in a row would get taken out to lunch. I really gained a lot of confidence in that class and always regard him as my favorite teacher.

When I was a young lad, about 17, I had nothing to do, and no friends to call my own. For I was the stereotypical outcast. That kid who never studies but gets straight A's. The kid who nobody wanted anything to do with until they wanted to know "OMG CAN U HACK THIS PERSON'S MYSPACE? I HAET DEM SO MUCH." And I was the kid that literally never went outside unless required by law, and sometimes, not even then.

One day, I got fed up with my bitter and lonely existence. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew I was going to do it. I figured that the first step to making myself happy was to surround myself with happy people. That night, I got all spiffy and went to the local mall and sat down on a bench just outside the food court. I had no idea what I was doing there. I thought that maybe if I went outside that I could make some friends, but I realized how socially crippled I actually was and totally froze every time a group of kids walked by.

Then, an old man, probably in his 70's slightly overweight, in a nice suit, with a hat from the 1940's and a cane to match sat down on the bench across from me. He asked how I was doing and lit a cigar. I just gave him generic pleasantries and continued to sit in despair, wondering how I was going to ever pull myself out of my social hole. He then asked me how I thought of the Byzantine empire. I had to double check to make sure I didn't mishear him. Well, we got to talking and as it turns out, he is the smartest and most knowledgeable man I have ever met and he has lots of life experience to boot. Apparently, he's part of the witness protection program or something. He got his name/social security number and whatnot changed and now lives in Florida, but just hangs around at the mall all day because he can easily live off of the interest in his bank accounts. (cont.)

>>5144671

"So, son, what are you doing here? You're obviously not like the other kids who hang about this place."
"It's that obvious, huh?"
"Absolutely. Maybe not to them, but certainly to me."
"How's that?"
"Because I sit here every day and watch. I watch these kids go in and out and hang around and play the game that is social behavior. I know them well. You, on the other hand are different. You're smarter than them, but you don't know how to play that game since you never learned because you knew futility when you saw it."
"Haha! An astute observation. So, what, are you following me or something?"
"Obviously, I'm you from the future."
"Oh, I see. Anything important to tell me?"
"Kid, if you never learn to play that game, you'll never learn to be happy. The secret is that you'll never be happy if you master the game, either."
"And the solution is?"
"There isn't one yet. Nobody's made it that far into the equation in the human life span. Just don't commit yourself to the game, but learn to dabble in it now and then. You have what it takes to be both a popular and highly successful person, son. You have the intellect, now go figure out the social aspect. And look. Here comes your chance." (cont.)

>>5144684

At that moment, a fairly sizable crowd of "cool kids" turned the corner.

"Get going."
"What?"
"You heard me. Go figure it out. Now."
"With a crowd of people I don't know?"
"Do you have any friends you can practice on? Didn't think so. Now go."

I have no idea why, but at that moment, I felt like I could meet any social challenge. I rose from the bench and started towards the group.

"Wait a second. Take this, you might need it."

He then hands me two $20's and a $10 and says to get going. "Good luck, kid. You won't need it."

I started walking towards the crowd at an angle so that my path would eventually intersect with their's, but as I was about 20 feet away from them, they called out to me. "HEY, DUDE! You got anything to do?"
"Uhh, not really."
"Well, we're goin' uptown. C'mon." (cont.)

>>5144671
>>5144684
>"Obviously, I'm you from the future."

10/10 motherfucker.

>>5144701

I had no idea who these people were, they were fairly attractive and and nice at the same time, and they had just invited me to have a night on the town with them without knowing a thing about me. That night was quite possibly the best night of my life. I was "on" the whole time. I was witty, articulate and knowledgeable, but not annoyingly so. We got dinner, we went to see Borat, (it was opening night) we sat and chilled around a nice fountain, and shared jokes and anecdotal stories. I got several compliments that night that I had never heard before, let alone from the opposite sex, as the majority of my life had been spent in solitude. "You're pretty cool, man," "You rock, dude," etc.

We eventually started to fall asleep on each other on the rock walls by said fountain. That's about when we decided to call it a night. One of the hotter chicks gave me her number and told me that we should hang out again and maybe smoke a bowl some time ( I don't smoke, but I didn't have the heart to tell her.) She then said, "You're awesome, Anon," gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which was totally alien to me. As I got up to leave, one of the cuter, but obviously shyer girls from the group, mumbled while half asleep with her head on her sister's lap, "Bye, Anon. I'll miss you."
It hit me particularly hard to know that I would be missed by someone I didn't even know. Everyone said their good-byes and that was that.

I walked back to my car and just sat there for a while, reflecting on the night, and then drove home.

I went back the next day to thank the guy, but he wasn't there. Every time I go to that mall, I look for him in his spot, but he's never there. I can't help but wonder what happened to him.
-fin

Pic related. It's the girl who wanted to smoke.

I'm hard to impress.
Usually I'm only impressed about people who fight bears without weapons or kill a legion of soldiers in a war.

But there was this old guy who ran a small shop when I was a kid. Whenever I went there, he stood behind the counter, smiling and being super helpful in a non-annoying way. He moved so smoothly and in such cool fashion it looked like he had double the frame rate a normal person does. Seriously, he walked like he was a rubber man filled with water or something. He only had the thumb and the pinky in his right hand, but he could handle coins really well even with two fingers. He could do all kinds of crazy tricks with his two fingers. It didn't look creepy because he had lost them in a REAL WAR, CRAWLING IN TUNNELS AND KILLING VIETNAMESE PSYCHOPATHS WITH A KNIFE AND BLOWING SHIT UP, then getting his hand shredded by shrapnel.
He even died like a cool guy, he downed a liter of vodka, yelled FUCK YEAR and exploded in a fiery storm. Well, not really, he just choked on his own vomit or that's what I was told.

>>5144728
He obviously was you from the future.

abotu two months ago i was rear ended, my car was hit so hard that the entire trunk get crushed.

So my friends and I recently got into DnD, and I had the minis, books, mat, and dice in the back of my car, due to insurance reasons I couldn't pry what was left of the trunk open until the insurance company was done with it.

So I call my friends and inform them that we may as well cancel our next session until i get my stuff back.

two hours later I get a call, my friend went to a hobby game store and is buying some mini's and another mat, I told him he was wasting his money but he ignored my complaints.

about an hour later he call me again, apparently the owner of the game store overheard our conversation, and gave my friend a big ass box of mini's a full set of dice absolutely free, he also made sure my friend got the cheapest mat possible.

I will never shop at any other game store for the rest of my life

I can't remember anyone that's actually impressed me, most people are so full of themselves instead of being genuinely impressing.

>>5144728
>>5144728

You said these people were "cool".

That girl in the picture is wearing a can pop top around her neck.

I don't know how legit this story is but I'm like you in many ways, wanting to have more friends and all, but when I see a pic like that I start thinking if there really is any point to being friends with people like that.

They will do nothing for humanity and probably become a burden on society. So why do I still bother wanting to become friends with them?

From the ages of 5-11 I lived in this suburb right outside the local city. My neighbor on the right was this old WW2 veteran who lived with his wife, I called him Uncle Sam though there was no relation. He would wear those World War 2 veteran hats and was one of the nicest guys I knew. Almost every other day after school he would walk from his house to mine and give me teddy grams or any other snacks and I would thank him then have a little conversation and go back to watching T.V.. In the Winter Sam would plow the whole Neighborhood's lawns TWICE, and in the Summer he would cut everyone's grass. I remember always drawing World War 2 battleships and aerial fights then giving him the pictures though I could tell years later from remembering his face that the appreciated the gesture but not the actual content. By the time I hit 4th grade Uncle Sam's wife had a heart attack and they both decided it was best if they moved to a nursing home.

I never saw Sam after that though I had multiple chances to. I hate myself for it whenever I think of it, he was the American Grandfather I never had.

Whenever I go back to my Childhood I have memories of multiple nice guys that I knew, from the Vietnam Mailman Veteran who would always strike a conversation with me on the way home, to the Asian crossing guard that would talk about her son and how I was just like him, or my other neighbor who had an amazing garden and taught me how to ride my bike.

>>5140028
I sold mattresses for 3 years, and pretty much every mattress salesman will come off as 'knowing everything about mattresses' if they're honest with you.

In my opinion:

You salesman was wrong to instantly tell you not to buy a temper-pedic, people seriously love those mattresses. I'm talking about people that own them, they fucking love them. We had a 30-day exchange policy at my store and very very rarely did anyone decide to exchange their tempur-pedic.
Did mattress salesguy tell you about all natural latex mattresses? No, because sears doesn't sell them.
What's wrong with spending money on a good mattress? There are good expensive mattresses and shitty ones. The good ones will be comfortable for longer than shitty mattresses so they should cost more, and the bad ones just give you LOTS of the same shitty materials as shitty mattresses so they'll break even quicker.

Anyways, your guy seems pretty cool, but mattress salespeople always have their own opinions and nobody 'knows everything about mattresses', every salesperson has opinions.

Pic is of a cutaway of a latex mattress. Latex mattresses have 300% fewer dustmites, they're very mold resistant (which is why no dustmites), they last ~20+ years, they're all natural and a renewable resource (made from the sap of a rubber tree, which is drained like maple syrup), they're really comfortable, they're cool to sleep on. etc.

Also thanks for your post, I'm sure there's someone out there that thinks I was cool mattress guy. :D

The most impressive person i'd ever met would have to be my German teacher in college. The school I went to wasn't a bottom-of-the-barrel school, but it wasn't exactly ivy league either. Pretty mediocre by all standards but yet they managed to land one of the most interesting and effective teachers ever. He was both extremely intimidating, yet warm and friendly. If you work hard in his class he will give you nothing but help. Slack off and he'll waste no time in removing you. He's one of those people that makes you feel ashamed for every time you've slacked off and jerked around when people like him are working hard to achieve what they want in life. Plus he was funny, so he didn't come off as a hardass either.

My french professor. She was from Belgium and was teaching us through some exchange program or something (lol European Union). Most of us didn't know a word in French and although she knew English, she sure as hell didn't say a word in English and didn't allow us to talk to each other in our own language too. Basically we had the feeling of having been dropped into the environment of native speakers. Her seminars were the most awesome thing ever and even the greatest slackers wouldn't miss those - not only because she was so pretty, but those 90 minutes were so intense that when the seminar ended, people were literally sweating because of all the mental work.

>>5144728
>>5144701
>>5144684
>>5144671
That's the coolest story I have ever heard, brother.

>>5144728
>>5144701
>>5144684
>>5144671

If this is true, then that guy is the greatest person ever to live. I want to be an awesome old guy when I'm, well, old...

>>5141557
>>5141787
If you're still around, you might consider this:
http://www.southwest.com/about_swa/luvbook.html?ref=contact_fgn

My high school history teacher once told me a story about when he was in high school himself. He had two history teachers: one was really laidback and never minded when he jerked around or handed an essay in late. The other was hard on everyone, every time they got anything wrong.

Parents' evening (don't know if you have it is the US, but parents go into school to meet teachers face to face and talk grades) comes up and he and his parents go into the first bloke's office, who tells them that their son is a lazy sack of shit and will definitely fail his exams.

The other teacher gave him an after-school detention one time because he'd not finished an essay or something. My teacher's sitting on one side of the classroom doing his stuff, his teacher's in his office marking or something. About half an hour in, the teacher comes in to check he's working, and while he does, there's a little noise on the table by my teacher's elbow. He looks around and there's a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits.

He was a pretty cool dude himself, though. He used to spend whole lessons just lecturing from memory about Russian or Tudor history, or what's screwed up with schools at the moment. He's written a book on Henry VIII and another on Wolsey, and has been asked to do a textbook on Edward III (IIRC). These are proper history books, by the way, not kids' books. He also translates Russian for fun.

Me again.

Another cool teacher was my maths teacher, who was also head of the middle school and in charge of GCSEs. One parents' evening just as I'm about to do my GCSEs, we walk into his room, and the first thing he does is pull out the sheet with my mock grades on them, and points at my Technology score. It's a U (ungraded, i.e. a fail) and I'm predicted an E in the real thing (the lowest possible passing grade.) Everything else is A or A*. He says, "Why don't you drop the Technology course and concentrate on your other subjects?"

I said that if I didn't have to take it in the first place, I wouldn't have. To which he replies, that yes, I have to take the course, but nobody says I actually have to take the exams! So I get ten As or so, rather than 10 As, and an E I have to explain away to every university interview panel I meet. Not a big thing, but still cool.

>>5145297

Thanks, man! Glad I came back to check this thread.

>>5145315
>middle school
>GSCEs

You've already shown everyone you're a Britfag. What's the point in pretending that we have a middle school? Just call it secondary school, damnit.

>>5145347
I just hope there's not some ridiculously large number of airlines with the name "southwest", and that website is the correct one for it.

Barring any incompetence on my part; you're absolutely welcome, anon.

>>5145366
The school was divided into upper school (A-levels), middle school (GCSEs) and lower school (Key Stage 3). And it was a Grammar school anyway - not a private school calling itself one, I did the 11+ to get into it.

About a week ago I was at Quakecon with our town's crew of 18 people, and one of our crew had their brother come up from even more southern Texas, and he was the coolest guy I knew...but he didn't know shit about computers...

He then got on the comp he had just gotten as a gift the week before, and started playing CSS - for the first time ever - and immediately was on top of most of the servers there. later he went onto DOD:S, CoD4, UT3 and many other games...and was just ridiculously good at them.

A few minutes later we needed to get static IPs (anyone there knew about the huge network kabloom) and so I told him one to get that was clear, not conflicting with anything, and he didn't ask for any help...just went online on his phone, googled how to do it, and got it done super fast.

This guy didn't ask for ANYTHING and gave EVERYTHING back, he was just ultra-nice to everyone even when they were dicks to him.

He's surpassed everyone I know in terms of just being a good person, and without being a pussy about it, he's just a nice guy.

You are now aware that you will only meet five of these people in your entire life, probably less.

Hang onto them.

UPS or any delivery truck people
god bless... ;_;

I used to drive this old lady Ms. Parks to work every morning. This lady is 88 years old. 88 years old and her diet consists of fried chicken, coke and chicken dumplings.
Anyways, she was a WWII vet, from the Philippines, and Japanese occupation. In the war she would treat drying soldiers, she carried oxygen tanks that weighed 50 pounds across the base. Having to duck while moving between buildings because of Japanese snipers.
She said that little feral Japanese children would run up to US convoys asking for,"Chocolotojo". She always gave it away. She dated this guy from the USA Today and they would drive out into the Tokyo ruins and feed orphan children.
When she got discharged she was there just in time for the Galveston gas explosion. Over 200 people dead and this lady just got discharged, so what she did was she volunteered to help all these people who had survived the explosion.

Now she lives alone and has four cats. SHe feeds the raccoons that live behind her house and leaves out water bowls because, "The animals will die if you don't take care of them."

She's a bamf. Not random person I know but still a bamf.

>>5140028
Have you tried Google?

http:// at . com/om -- ICARE. Do you?

>>5145305

...I know a history teacher who translates russian for fun... and writes books. He wrote a book on the history of our school. He's one of the cooler guys I've ever met, though you'd never have passed history if you had him cause he didn't give a shit about kiddy history. He was ridiculously smart, too.

(The school's about 230 years old, see)

>>5145530
>she carried oxygen tanks that weighed 50 pounds across the base. Having to duck while moving between buildings because of Japanese snipers.
>carried oxygen tanks
>snipers

Holy shit, that's badass.

I spent half of my most recent summer vacation in an Archaeology field school. Archaeology isn't my major, but it was worth 8 credits. That's four weeks' worth of work for the credit equivalent of two full semester classes.

The group was split up in to two teams. One would go out on farmers' fields to do surface surveying and collection (simple as looking at the ground for artifacts), and the other would go and do what's thought of as typical archaeology manual labor. Dig, take notes, dig, take notes, etc.

One of the professors, who works for the Smithsonian's archaeology department, could look at any tract of land, anywhere, and estimate its geological history. Looking at the amount of erosion and the soil types, he could tell where to stop digging if one was only looking for anthropogenic features. The amount and precision of the knowledge he could pull from his memory was staggering to me.

He was also a cool guy. He often ended surface collections early because he was tired, or it was too brutal out.

He also took my team to the equivalent of a sports restaurant for lunch one day. When the other students and professors heard about that, they gave him hell, but he didn't give a fuck. He could get paid way more working as a land prospector/surveyor, or just working for the Smithsonian than having to put up with snot-nosed college kids for a meager paycheck.

But he was always very mellow and relaxed. He knew that all of us were attending for the credits, or for our majors, and that we really just wanted the program to be over. He just asked that we eventually do the work we were assigned with competence.

>>5145491

Problem is, you can't hang on to them. The less you know about them, the more amazing they seem...

So I take the bus to work every day, and every day I see this one guy at the bus stop. He's tall as fuck, probably 6'4", lean and muscular, always has his briefcase in one hand, and is always dressed sharp- a clean white shirt, slim leg jeans, and black dress boots. When I'd see him, I'd usually nod to him and he'd nod back.

Now, this bus stop isn't in the nicest neighborhood. One day, as I'm standing there, some typical thug type guy comes up to me, flicks out a knife, and asks for my wallet. I see out of the corner of my eye, the sharply dressed guy calmly set down his briefcase. In a single well-placed punch to the side of the head, he knocks this thug unconscious. Without saying a word, he goes to his briefcase, pulls out a pair of handcuffs, cuffs the guy still lying on the ground, out cold, and pulls out his cell phone to call the police.

After he hangs up his phone, he looks over at me to see if I'm alright. I manage to get out an awkward "thank you" and ask offer to buy him lunch. He accepts, calls in to work and says he's taking the day off.

Once the cops, who he appeared to know, pick up the handcuffed thug, we walk to the nearby cafe and order some lunch. We get to talking, and he tells me that he's on the city's SWAT team as their sniper.

(cont.)

>>5145774
2/2

Now I'm already thinking that this guy is a fucking badass, but then he says to me "You seemed to freeze up pretty badly when that guy tried to mug you. You ought to learn some simple self defense." He gets this sly look in his eye and asks me "How many knives do you think I have on me right now?" I guess three. In a matter of seconds, this guy whips out SEVEN fucking knives that he had concealed all over him. At this point, I'm just staring at him, stunned.

He then proceeds to show me what's in his briefcase. He carries a fucking .44 magnum as well as a shitton of utilities-- Swiss army knives, a compact crowbar, handcuffs, lock picking tools, and loads of other stuff I can't even remember. He could probably take on the zombie apocalypse with the contents of that briefcase.

I now talk to him every day when I see him at the bus stop and have gone out to lunch several times. He never ceases to amaze me.

>>5145780

MARRY HIM. DO IT.

>>5145780
Oh, I failed to note that he also keeps a tiny pistol concealed in a speed draw holster under his shirt. Concealed weapons are normally banned in my city, but through some connection he has to the mayor's office, he's allowed to have one on him when off-duty.

>>5145805
What that Anon said.

>>5145780


At least give him head.

>>5145774
>>5145780

When I was a kid and people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said SWAT sniper. This guy is living my dream.

I'm 6'4 and recently got a pistol and a carry license... maybe we're distantly related?

>>5145836
Soulmates, maybe.

>>5145780
I'm usually a violence and gun hating hippie, but when people handle such tools with such class there's just nothing bad I can say about them. I'm just impressed and I wish I could be like them.

Amazing thread, baump hoping its here in the morning

This is the best thread ever. Bumping, since more people need to read this.

>>5145780
>>5145774
You met Batman. BECOME HIS PROTOGE. BECOME HIS ROBIN.

When I was a kid, this guy comes up to me in an arcade and gives me a bunch of stuffed animals that he had won in the claw grabber machine game. Said he just wanted the practice ^____________________^

>>5146744
Also huge past/present tense fail haha

<-- This thread.
antimewtblox

>>5143146
>>5146529
Damnit, /r9k/, you made me spew iced tea all over my computer screen. Twice.

My neighbor is former Canadian special forces. Trained in tracking and sniping, this crazy fucker use to get dropped into the jungle and shit. He mentioned getting dropped into some African jungle when he was sniping. I'm not sure what he did but I assume it involved assassinating. He participated in almost every military conflict that occurred during his career. He broke his back during one of these excursions(don't know how) so he pays me to help him out around the yard sometimes sometimes. I'd do it for free just for the stories, but he doesn't talk about his service days too much. He shook off the broken back and was actually walking and working(he decided to become a pilot after his military career) 8 months later. He was managing the company within a few years. He is one intimidating motherfucker and I didn't say a word to him for the first month, and thats without knowing his back story. He cuts my grass for me when he does his and dropped off this huge load of firewood out of the blue. Good fucking guy.

Oh and last week he killed a bear in his backyard. I assume he snapped its neck.

I used to know this white lady that worked in the same company and department as I did for a good while. I'll be honest, I didn't treat her as she deserved because she didn't understand things and her work wasn't up to pair.

Still, after a while I noted that she did her best and I couldn't say nothing to someone like that. Then I began to discover how much of a fascinating person she is and how incredibly nice she is.

Her enthusiasm for life is remarkable, she has a daughter with down syndrome, lives with her mother, the father of her 2 kids ran away and is constantly beaten up by life and she always takes it with a smile and she always keeps going.

It brings a tear to my eye just to think of grateful you can be just to be alive regardless of the situation.

>>5147027
Mother of God...that's last part...you fucking Canadians are legit

>>5147526
mmmmkeeping thread alive

>>5147524
Breaking a bear's neck is impossible for even the strongest humans. Unless it was a small bear.

>>5148058
I bet you this Canadian sniper guy is actually Thor in disguise.

This tatooist I met. I was travelling in some shithole in Brazil and there was this American tatooist who was coolest guy I have ever met in my life. He was like 30 years old, real tall and big, he was in the Army for a couple of years and played Warhammer and shit. Man he had a lot of great stories. I stuck around for 3 months in this crappy little town just to hang out with this dude, he was that great. This guy was just... too good to describe. He got out of there and went back to America after I met him. I kind of know where he lives, I think I'll visit him one day.

Wasn't that brief but he made the greatest impression anyone ever did in my life. Something about him, y'now? I really wisened up after meeting him, got my shit together. I intend to join the Army and follow his boots next year, I always wanted a military career at any rate.

>>5148194
I forgot to mention, this guy was also a viking. Seriously, he had viking descent. Looked like it, too (huge, blonde hair, blue eyes)

>>5148058
HAHA LOL SO RANDUM AMIRITE?

I have to mention an old friend. Bill from Winnipeg. Tall, skinny guy. His dad died when he was three. Bill had to leave school in 7th grade to help earn money for the family.

1939: WWII starts, Bill joins the Winnipeg Grenadiers. Gets his first new clothes he's ever had in his life. The regiment gets sent to Jamaica in 1940--it's a paradise. Cheap rum, hot local girls, beautiful island paradise.

1941: the Grenadiers return to Canada, and get a new assignment. Hong Kong. They are not really fully trained in combat, and have a lot of young raw soldiers. They arrive mid-November. On December 8th (local time), the Japanese attack with a bombing raid. A few weeks later, the Japanese army attacks across from the mainland China side. After a week of brutal fighting, often hand-to-hand, the Canadians (and the rest of the garrison) surrender.

They soon learn what it means to be POWs in Japanese hands. Some are bayoneted, some beaten, all starved. They are put to work in rags, building Kai Tak airport, using only wheelbarrows, shovels, and their bare hands.

More men die, now of starvation, overwork and vitamin-deficiency diseases. Always there is random brutality from the Japanese (although the Korean guards are worse).

In 1943, he and hundreds of others are crammed into the airless holds of ships and sent off to the Japanese home islands. Several of the ships are sunk en route (since they are not marked as POW ships, the US Navy has no idea what the ships contain). Bill's ship makes it safely.

Again in nothing more than a loincloth and wooden sandals, Bill is put to work moving heavy pieces of steel in a shipyard, despite the fact he is little more than skin and bone. Once, when American bombers appear in the sky, the prisoners cheer until hoarse, and then take a beating from the enraged Japanese guards.

(pt. 1)

(pt. 2)

Early 1945: Bill and a few dozen survivors are sent away again, to a remote part of Japan to work in a ramshackle copper mine. It is the worst place yet: often waist-deep in water, they must extract ore using small hammers and crowbars. Unknown to the POWs, the Japanese plan to send them all down the mine if the Allies invade Japan, and dynamite the entrance.

One morning in August, no guards come to wake them up and take them to the mine. There seem to be no Japanese military around at all. A rumour goes around that the war is over (something that they have heard too often before to take seriously). The next day, the local mayor comes into the camp and bows. He tells the POWs that the Americans have dropped giant bombs, and the war is over.

I didn't meet Bill until he was in his 70s. I was just a kid. After the war, he came back to Canada and spent nearly 2 years in the remote north of Manitoba, trying to make sense of all that had happened. He got himself back together by building log cabins in the wilderness.

He came back to the city, and got into the grocery business in a small way. By the 1970s, he owned a large food warehousing company and was very well off.

(pt. 3)

The thing that impressed me most was this: he wasn't angry. He didn't rage. He didn't even hate the Japanese. He was the slowest eater that I have ever seen, however. He said he always wanted to savour every mouthful. He would rarely talk about what he had seen and done; it took me about ten years to put together the facts listed above.

Bill died five years ago. He left me a big old steamer trunk. In it was a scrapbook his mother had kept of any news about the Winnipeg Grenadiers (no-one in Canada knew if they were alive or dead for nearly 2 years after they were captured). There was his photo album from Jamaica. His army tunic was there, the one he got on return to Canada in 1945. There was also a Japanese army sword: not an old, handmade family one, but a mass-produced wartime one, the kind carried by Sergeants. There was also a little twisted cotton thing. It took me a long time to figure out what it was. It was a fundoshi--the loincloth that he had worn while a POW.

I won't forget you, Bill.

>>5140028

The other day I went to this hole in the wall Thai place in a shitty area in downtown SF. I sat at the bar since it was the only place and I like watching people cook.

I could not believe how quickly this little 70+ year old Thai woman could cook incredibly delicious looking (and, in the case of what I ordered, tasting) dishes.

This woman could throw a ton of shit together on a super hot wok and within minutes had an awesome dish. I sat there for a good hour and a half total eating and watching her in a mesmerized state.

This lawyer I worked for is the man I want to be (professionally). He was in his 70's and still came to work every day in a nice suit, which was strange since the firm I worked for didn't require even a tie, and he was ALWAYS SMILING.

He was Harvard-educated and one classy motherfucker. His office was covered in awards he had won, degrees earned, thank you letters from prestigious clients, and so on. But he was the most humble, honest, kind, and down-to-earth guy I've ever met. We'd have talks all the time that ranged from boring law shit I won't type/bore you with here, to art, to love, to food, to photography, to places to travel.

Goddamn, I'm so fucking jealous of that man's grandkids. He's a textbook awesome grandpa who just so happens to also be a multimillionaire.

>>5148582

Forgot to add probably my favorite thing about him: in a firm where people would rarely talk unless necessary, he would ALWAYS greet EVERYONE--from his billionaire clients to the janitor--with a genuine "How are you today?" accompanied with a smile.

>>5148596
>>5148582
but hes a lawyer

Thought I'd chip in with mine;

There was this old guy who used to spend a lot of the time in the pub and knew how to mimic a lot of bird calls. So he would spend his time sipping a pint a whistling, and the damned whistles WORKED. Not one time did I see him without a girl a quarter of his age with him...

Another one I have doesn't count because it's my dad and not some random, we take the piss out of him because his stories reek of bs but I had this one verified by my mum. They were going to a fancy dress party but went to the pub for a few first, my dad decided to go to this party as the hulk (he'd been working out) so got a ripped shirt, some shorts and some green food dye. A few guys playing pool started taking the piss, so my dad stood up and walked over, and without saying a word or even grunting, lifted one end of the pool table and held it until all the balls went in. Then he slowly eased it back down, sat back down and finished his drink (for those of you thinking pool tables aren't that heavy, back then they were made with heavy durable wood and a 6'x4', inch thick lump of slate).

Radio Shack clerk in Uni Village in Seattle. Cute face, amazing rack, sweet-but-sarcastic attitude and fairly knowledgeable about what she was doing. We hit it off, but I was only on a short vacation. I should've gotten dem digits anyway.

>>5145514

UPS ran over and killed my dog. He didn't stop and apologize. Fuck you.

>>5148791

I couldn't help myself, I lol'd really hard at this. I'm really sorry ;_;

I had a neighbor who was a sergeant Canadian Armed Forces, and this guy was the very epitome of Badass amazing.

About 4 years ago,I was walking to a corner store and this one douchebag who lived up my street came down and tried to start shit with me while his buddies watched, me being the scrawny 14 year old kid, looking up at a 6 foot tall football playing gorilla, I nearly shit myself.


I told him I didn't do anything and to just let me go home and I wouldn't do anything, I offered him the 5 dollars I had in my pocket? No dice. My skateboard? Nope. I was surely about to get my ass kicked.

Just as he grabs the collar of my shirt I hear someone roar like a fucking bear "HEY, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING" I turned around and it was my neighbor IN HIS FUCKING MILITARY MARPAT SHIT(We'll call him Rob). The guys face froze, he turned around. Rob grabs his shoulder. And asks him and his friends to stand at attention, feet together, arms at shoulders, chin up and explain what happened.

Now this 16 year old is in tears because he's got a Military Sergeant yelling in his face. He explains the situation through his tears and his snot running down his face. He tells him if he ever sees him again, hes going to make him run through his bootcamp.

After this ordeal he taught me some simple ways for self defense, how to disarm weapons/knifes, block punches and what not. He also showed me around his house, his various medals, knifes hes got and pictures from Afghanistan.

>>5149002
The best part was the picture he showed me of him holding a fucking brown bear in a choke hold.

This wasn't a fucking gigantic Grizzly or some shit, but standing it would have been as tall as he was, and weighed twice as much. But still

He told me he didn't kill that bear because it put up a good fight, and because he knew it was female and had cubs to look after. But the sheer badassness of finding a female bear with cubs to look after, putting in a choke hold. And then letting go out of respect, just boggles my fucking mind.

Last I heard was that he returned for service at some military base as a Drill Sergeant

Possibly the best thread ever. Sad that it's going to 404 soon.

I work in NYC for last 5 years, and as we all know there are homeless people in NYC. so i got out on my first day 5 years ago and i see this man dressed in a suit with a briefcase eating lunch with a homeless man "What ever!" i think.

This man every day for people told me 10 years bought lunch for himself and this homeless man and the only thing he wanted from this homeless man was to eat lunch with him.

that is by far the most impressive thing i have every seen a man do.

Holy shit it's still alive? Awesome!

Well it looks like the thread has been archived, lets see if we can get a few more stories before it 404's.

Best thread EVAR

I just want to leave my mark. Mr. Kumagai is awesome but a dick.

I started reading this this morning before I had to go out, 3 hours later it was still here.

I think I've been on this thread nearing 5 hours.

Not as good as anyone elses but something to admire at the least.

When I was little my step brothers would come and spend the friday night, we'd all go out to round table every friday for about three years unless something came up.
There was an old guy and his wife who would take his grand children there every friday night as well, and would always bring a box of cookies that they'd share for desert.
About a year after we stopped going my stepfather and me went there on a friday night and saw it was the old guy and the grandchildren, but his wife was not there. I went back about a week later with a couple friends, again, his wife wasn't there.

I went there about a year ago with my stepfather on a friday night and we saw him. It was quite sad though, as it was just him, alone, and he still had brought a cookie for dessert.

>>5149630
Go sit with him, start a conversation! Poor guy is probably lonely.

>>5149630

Hold on on a second. Gotta die a little inside.

Ahh...... there.

I hate you ;_;

This is a really great thread. but maybe its something for robots to think about the next time they see a "How do you slack off/be a dick at work threads" these people that we're all stoked on here are the opposite of people who post in those threads.

>>5149630
;_;

As if I was not lonely enough reading /r9k/, alone, at midnight.

I don't smoke much, but this requires a cigarette break. brb

>>5149630

Shit, this is affecting me more than it should. I am going to assume the story is made up. It's better that way.

OP here; just wanted to say that these stories are incredibly awesome. I'm amazed that this thread has lasted so long and gotten archived. /r9k/ is not dead.

>>5144843
I guess my level of amazement over Mattress Guy was a little unjustified. Still, that's the reaction I had at the time.

This one guy I know:
I've known him for years. He's like a second father to me. I have a screwed up family and no matter what, he'd be there to give me a hug and help me through everything. He could explain almost anything, and we had very similar lives (although a generation apart). Speaks 7 languages fluently, is a genius and has had poems published, friends with very important people, and he treats me like a daughter. I'm constantly in awe of him, and it seems like every day I find out something else about this amazing guy.

>>5148767

OH FUCK I KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT

GODDAMN THOSE FUCKIN TITS

>>5140405
i didn't know about the first definition... that's a bit disappointing.

>>5149630

Definitely BAWWWWWWWing here. I agree with other anon, go sit with him.

Definitely my german teacher in college. he didn't care that no one could speak any german after two years and most classes he let us out at least 40 minutes early.... wait... he fucking sucked!

>>5149915
He wants to fuck you. Badly.

I was on a road trip with my friends a few years ago and we stopped by a Mcdonalds in a place called Baniff. The cashier who worked there was just the coolest guy ever. He had a British accent and was just so nice. His employee placed a burger on the tray, he complemented him by saying "Nice place, mate!" when I ordered a Mcflurry he told me he'd make sure it's a great one, stuff like that. Before we left he asked us if we enjoyed our meal and stuff. He probably got promoted by now because I stopped by while on vacation again a while ago and he wasn't there.

My college tutor was a pretty cool guy. He could natter on about literally any subject. You could chat to him like a mate as well. My friend once got him to talk about toasters, grass, starfish and superconductors - he happily talked away for like twenty minutes on each. He even gave me a lift home once when I missed my coach.

On the very last day of college, me and a mate still had outstanding work to do, and while we were typing away desperately in the library, he came in:
"Guys! What on earth are you doing?"
"Uh, work sir"
"Sod that! Just send me whatever you've done and I'll give you a good grade for it. You're missing the fun outside."

Turns out he and a couple of our other teachers had bought two hampers full of beer and crisps for the class. Like the hardcore rebels we were, we all got drunk in plain view outside, still on college grounds, surrounded by buildings with other classes (who hadn't finished their courses yet) staring down at us in envy. We were stopped on a couple of occasions by other teachers but let us off when they realised who gave us the drink.

I know this 88 year old Indian woman, and she is the most badass person I have ever met.
Firstly, she doesn't take shit from anyone. Even the General of the Indian Army feared her, when she was a nurse there. She tells me stories about going over a bridge and having it explode a few seconds later, seducing Chinese border guards into letting her sneak into the country, things like that
And she is just so damn kind hearted. She treated everyone equally, regardless of race, country etc. For example she often went to talk with the German P.O.Ws and coerced her superiors into giving them beer at Christmas.
She is currently in a nursing home, where she writes to politicians, and gets handwritten replies (including ones from Clinton, Blair, and now Obama)
She has lived a fucking full life.

ITT: we realize most of our definitions of being cool include the cool person giving us free shit.

When I was younger I lived next to a guy that was in both World War 1 and 2. He was born in 1899 and pretty much snuck into the first World War at the age of 15 because, as he said, he had "nothing better to do."

When the second World War started he was denied from entering because apparently someone had found out he was only 15 when he was in WWI and he was on file or something. So he snuck into the Army again because he was a badass motherfucker. He essentially stole the identity of someone he didn't know and faked being him while in the Army.

The guy lived three houses down from me and sat on his porch all day, listening to the radio and waving and smiling at anyone that passed by.
I know the story sounds like bullshit but he did have medals from both WWI and WWII, and he did prove that he was born in 1899. So either he was telling the truth or he was the best liar the world had ever seen.
I'll miss him. ;_;
The guy was born in 1899 and died in 2002. He was 106.

>>5152714
1899 to 2002 is only 103 years

>>5152735
Yeah, that's just my bad math. Sorry.

>>5140077
I've got someone like that. The UPS guy that used to drive the route past my house. If packages got bent or dented, he tried to straighten them out and make sure nothing was broken. Nice guy, never judged when I ran out barefoot to get something or maybe forgot to put pants on now and then. Brought dog biscuits for all the local dogs too.
Miss that guy. Now we have some in-training douchenozzle.

this thread is proof god exists

>>5140461

Is obviously high.

>>5142154

im crying

Some of
You
Guys are really good people. Thank you for creating this thread, too, OP.

>>5142145
>>5142152
>>5142154
Was one of the sweetest stories I've ever read. :) My grandfather had Alzheimer's disease, and his friends, as well as us, his family, never left his side. We were there when he passed away and he still remains in our hearts. This story really touched me, Anon. :)

I witnessed a guy build a working electrical guitar and a kinda-almost drum machine from a smashed acoustic guitar and a broken portable CD/tape player some years ago on a festival.The guitar sounded like utter shit and the drum/bass machine was basically the twanging of different scrap metal parts like springs through a speaker, but he fucking BUILT it.

>>5140028
Probably one of my professors in college. She was really nice to all of her students. I can't imagine her failing students.

>>5142154
I..uhh .. I got something in my eye..

I went for a job interview a few weeks back, I sat down to the little table and waited for my interviewer, the SINGLE coolest man in chrisondom; he was about 6foot 1 and wore a black suit with blue shirt, before he sat down, he took off his suit jacket to reveal that he had been walking abround all day with his sleeves rolled up, but no-one was any the wiser (I know, right. Swoon.) anywho, he sat down and looked at my application form and we began the general process of, yes this is how educated I am, yes, this company seems right for me Blah blah blah... We seemed to be getting on quite well and the conversation seemed to be somewhat beyond the usual interview banter.
But I digress.
Towards the end, he said some of the coolest words that have EVER left the lips of a man you have to impress in order to acquire employment. he looked around in order to make sure no one was listening the leaned slightly forward in his chair and said "I'm not wearing the right socks for today"
I was slightly shell-shocked by his awesome yet completely random statement, I just kind of girlishly giggled back "Excuse me?"
And in a very John Wayne kinda manly way simple looked at me and replied "I should be wearing Tuesday socks, but I am in fact wearing Thursday socks."
After that the interview went fairly normally and I was called back to do a training day with the company. But that man, that... Gorgeous maverick, I will always remember.

>>5152964
Imagine how awkward this would have been if the employee was a man

>>5152982
it would be fucking hot is what

>>5152982
>>5152987
I'm a 26 year old man, it wasn't awkward at all.
Memorable is more the word.

This thread makes me realise my life lacks a role model

>>5152991
It is written: you are gay.

>>5153005
Not at all, it was merely one of the more Bromantic moments I have ever experienced.

..I don't like the way this thread is going

This thread has made me shed tears of happiness a couple of
Times. It's weird that we don't appreciate what we have until it disappears, but everyone seems to be in the same boat with this.

Mr Law my maths teacher.
I was shit at maths but he had a way of building up your confidence and making you work harder (punishment for getting below a certain score was to go and sing nursery rhymes to the 6th formers next door.)
He also covered geography for us, took one look at the syllabus and threw the book down then made us get into groups and we did a fantasy football league learning about the different countries etc.
I heard he got suspended for beating the shit out of a couple of wankers who got drunk and rowdy on a school ski trip.
Everyone secretly sided with him.
Man, he was awesome.

Women are mentioned in less than 10 posts. Comical.

I don't want to share a story about a teacher like so many of you already have, but I almost feel like I have no choice. This guy was just that awesome.
His real name was embarrassing, so he just went by X. He was my chemistry teacher in sophomore year and oceanography teacher in junior year of high school. Went by X because he liked the symbol of an unknown variable, too.
This guy was fucking hardcore. He loved teaching the scientific processes behind every-day stuff that a surprising number of people are ignorant about...lightning, soda, chemical emissions, solar panels, whatever. It seemed like he knew everything about everything. And he wasn't afraid to tell you he knew everything, either. And if he didn't, whoever brought the information to the next class got extra credit.
My favorite thing about him was that he didn't dick around. He didn't take shit from students that thought they were too good to be there. A lot of students gave him crap behind his back, but usually when they tried to start me in on it, I'd dare them to tell him to his face.
He got distracted a lot, but they were usually fairly informative tangents...and almost always amusing, like the guy that wore tinfoil hats in lightning storms because getting struck got him high. And some of the information in oceanography is still the most useful I've learned to this day. I've kept hold of my chemistry and oceanography notebooks and dumped most everything else. The shit I learned there made me actually be an interesting person.
Going into nutrition because of that guy. Love chemistry but physics sucks dick so no complex sciences for me. But even so, he was one of the most inspiring teachers I've ever had.

I met a wonderful woman a month ago or so. She brought her 1 year old son to a slacking/party weekend at a friends giant country mansion and I've never been so impressed by a parent, EVER. She refuses to own a stroller, instead she carries her son close to her in a giant shawl all the time. She brings him everywhere to let him see different environments and all kinds of people from the very beginning and I have never, ever seen a happier, calmer or brighter kid that age. He walks a little and had already begun putting together syllables. Her responsible but unorthodox attitude to parenting made me think that maybe there are people good enough to breed with out there...

This thread just made me realise how shitty most of my teachers were and how I should get out more. Also, I shed many tears over some of the stories found here.

I have saved them all in my special "awesome posts" file and someday I will publish a book and give the profits to Moot so that he can create a relationship board.

>>5140558

He wasn't like, Camp or anything was he?

>>5153777
he's going to grow up to be a homo because his mom is a helicopter parent

[People] who have you met randomly, not family members or friends or coworkers, but just people you came across briefly, who seriously impressed you in some way"

Well this is gonna be a bit different from most of these posts, but I'll post it none-the-less.

So when I was 13 I went to Russia to visit my grandparents. I'm Russian and was fluent but was living in the US with my parents at the time. Anyways my grandfather was a proff at a local university in St. Petersburg. The university had a vacation camp type thing for students and teachers, and the three of us, me him and my grandmother, would go there every summer.

So its the first night there. We're all in a room that cant have been bigger than 8 square feet. And my grandfather has the loudest snore that I have ever heard or ever will hear in my life. Like the people next to us could hear him through the wall, and would bang on it to try to wake him up. Anyways, naturally I couldn't sleep, so I decide to go outside before I go insane listening to him snore. So I get up, throw on a shirt (was still in boxers and no socks), put on some slippers, and taking care not to wake anyone up, go outside.
So I leave the room which leads to the balcony from which I can get down to the street. So I start heading towards the street, when this chick pops up out of the middle of nowhere. I had been to this camp before and there were kids my age, but she wasn't anyone I recognized so I figured she was a student. Anyways, without even introducing herself or anything she simply asks me if I want to go for a walk. I'm rather shocked but point at my feet and say I'm wearing slippers. She tells me to take them off, and I figure since I have nothing better to do I'll just take them off and go for a walk with her.

Continued

Now before this goes any further just remember what I said at the beginning. This isn't like the other posts in this thread. She wasn't a good person or anything. In fact, she was quite a bitch. We didn't talk about anything meaningful or interesting, but I was bored and couldn't sleep so I just followed her around. After around 2 hours of this, we go to her tent which was slightly outside of the boundaries of the camp. Apparently she wasn't a student but was just staying here for a while with a couple of friends. That's when I found out she was 18.
So she asks if I'm thirsty, and after talking for the past couple hours I find that I am. She scavenges around the tent, and finds a bottle of vodka, a bottle of cranberry soda, and some plastic cups. Now I had never drank before, at least not in serious amounts, but we had just spend the last two hours talking mostly about what types of drugs there were in the US and Russia, so I pretended to be cool with it. I think she noticed though because she would pour herself alot more than she would pour me. I wasn't complaining though, I actually handed one back when I realized I was starting to get drunk, but she kept persuading me to drink more.

continued

We sat down at some point and I remember she asked if I wanted to drink it "v abnemku" I had no idea what that meant, and I don't know the English term for it, but basically we hooked elbows and drank. Right after she moved the cup down and swallowed she leaned over and kissed me. Now this was the first time A girl had ever kissed me before. I was 13 and as an additional frame of reference it was the summer between 7th and 8th grade. There were only like 2 or 3 guys in the grade at that point that had a girlfriend, and so I figured I was one of the first ever to kiss a girl. I remember getting excited and thinking what I would say to my friends when I got back to the states. I didn't tell her any of this obviously, but just pretended to be cool. Granted I was pretty drunk at this point, so sitting and trying to keep my balance was taking up most of my effort. But from this point we started kissing alot. And not her kissing me on the cheek, but we would stick our tongues in each others mouths. I remember she had a pierced tongue, and would lick the roof of my mouth. I Wont ever forget that feeling.

continued

A friend and I were on a Florida to NY roadtrip, lost in West Savannah, in an all black area and here we were, pulled over at an abandoned gas station in my mom's bmw 335. Two white teenages and with all the looks we were getting weren't good vibes. The car was off, windows were down, no GPS so we had this huge tourist map stretched all across the dash board.

This 85-90 year old black guy comes up to our window, I thought that he was gonna ask for money. This is the conversation that went down, this old man had the deepest, crackly old blackmans voice you could ever thing of.

"Yous guys need some help"
"Nah, we're fine"
"You sure, you white folk look like you're lost, this is a bad area for you, you lost?"
"Yeah, we cannot find the onramp for the I-17 bridge to SC"
"Ohhhhhhh.... now what you gots to do is go down this old road here until you see a trash can without a lid, make a right there, then you gonna see a man in a green shirt with no shoes, that be my cousin Willy, tell him he owes me $10, cheap bastard wouldn't give a crippled crap a crutch, carry down that road there and you'll see a van with no tyres on cement blocks, make a left there and you'll see the onramp there."
"Uhhhh.. okay."
"Now if you get lost, I'm Jefferson and you can call me at 562-963" ---- that's right, a 6-digit phone number.

I'll be damned but all those things were there and it got us to the bridge. I'd love to meet that man again.

fuck r9k
first time posting here, this shit sucks, keep getting errors.
gonna post the rest in an image file

one more part left
dunno why I'm even doing it in parts now but w/e

Last part.
This chick "seriously impressed" me

>>5153911

wow, that girl didn't impress you, she ruined your sex life

>>5144701
>>5144701
I can believe this story but the bit where they ask you if you're doing anything... I find hard to believe. People don't just invite utter strangers into their friend groups.. especially in that fashion.. "you got anything to do?"

As a person studying to become a teacher, this thread is fuckin saved.

>>5153924
yea but I mean, I'll never forget her :/
I'll forget the names of all my teachers, forget what books I read when I was younger, forget the kids who I went to school with, but ill never forget her.

>>5153911
o burnnn didnt see that coming lol. I would like to think I wouldn't have sexed that box....

I met this dude yesterday who wrestles fucking alligators, he harpoons them, hooks them and beats the shit outta them. I dunno about most impressive, but damn this guy was outta this world.

Okay, in my post, I am the awesome person, but the way I helped this lady
is applicable.

So, I'm 19 and have lived since I was 12 in a desert town, with the nearest
town being a 2hr drive away. When I was 14, I worked at K-Mart (a general store)
as a floor boy. One day, this lady and her 2 children (boys) comes up to me
and asks if we have any beds. We didn't, and we wouldn't for a week (they were
eing driven up). Her face transforms into sadness, and she explains the bed she and
her children sleep in (single mother, very poor) has broken, and she would feel
like a horrible mother for letting her children sleep on the floor. I tell her to wait
where she is, and go out back, and ring the neighbouring town, 2hrs away.

They have a bed store, and a king size going for about $400, so agree to guy it, and
they drive it down over the day. It arrives, and I have to pay for it as it's being
delivered to the store. I then tell the woman that her bed has arrived, and she
fucking hugs me whilst crying. I tell her how I got the bed and she says that she only
has 300$ on her until her next pay day. I tell her to not worry about it, and she hugs
me for like, another 10 minutes, crying the whole time, whispering 'thankyou' into my
ear.

Felt good, man. Sadly I haven't had the opportunity to do something like that since.

There was this bus driver I had yesterday. Old guy who looked like he would either be a total bitter dick, or the best grandpa later. Turns out he was the later.

My first hint was when I had to load my bike on to the front of the bus, and he lowered the bus for me, the way they do when someone with one leg has to board. So I knew he was an awesome guy.

I was on the bus for almost two hours, and I sat at the front of the bus to keep an eye on my bike because there are many pure assholes who will steal one's bike right off the rack.

The whole time, people were complaining to this driver. They kept bitching about other passengers he had no control over, how slow the bus was (we were in heavy rush hour traffic) and one girl jabbered on for ten minutes about how she hated the city transit logo. The LOGO. She had issues with the color scheme. When he said politely that he didn't even know anybody in the marketing department, she got all pissy like he had insulted her.

So even though he was under constant abuse from annoying as shit idiots, this driver was nice to everyone that wasn't bitchy.

He didn't say nice things to anyone who was rude to him. He didn't let people walk all over him. But he wasn't passive-aggressive, or shy, or rude. He just didn't take shit.

And he complimented people all the time. He recognized the book I was reading and we chatted about sci-fi for a little bit. He told a woman herding three kids around that she reminded him of a beautiful friend from high school, not flirty or anything, and I could tell it made her day. He danced around in his seat to some street guitarist that was next to us at a stop light.

The bus driver was just super pleasant.

Yeah, anyways. tl;dr: Bus driver is awesome despite especially bitchy passengers.

This thread should just be renamed "Bro-crushes"

My grandfather had Alzheimer's disease, and was staying in a nursing home about an hour away from where we (my family and grandmother) live. The day before spring break, my brother and I were just going to our last class of the day when he got a call on his cell phone. It was a nurse from the nursing home and she calmly explained that we all needed to start making our way up there, that they didn't expect him to make it through the night.

So, we all went to the nursing home. There were a lot of people staying there, and my grandfather's room just happened to be at the end of a long hallway from which rooms of different patients branched off. There was a man staying in a room down the hall from my grandfather that I will never forget. He had lost his ability to talk and moved around in a wheelchair. Since we stayed at the nursing home by my grandfather's death bed for two days, the nurses talked to us more and more. They said that this man didn't have any family, so they let him keep his little chihuahua there with him. Whenever someone walked by his room, that little dog would stand in the doorway and yip and yap. It would follow his wheelchair all over the place, and growl if someone got too close to him.

Finally, after us staying there for two days, watching him gasp for air, my grandfather died. When the funeral home came to pick him up, they put him on a stretcher with a heavy, green, velvet blanket covering his entire body from head to toe. As they were wheeling him down the hallway, that man in the wheelchair happened to be sitting outside of his room, the dog sitting next to him. When they wheeled my grandfather's body past him, he shakily stood, took his hat off, placed it on his heart, and saluted. Then, his lip started to quiver, and he and his little dog went into his room and shut the door. I never saw him again.

>>5154134
I started to tear up to that story. Holy shit, that's sad.

>>5154134
Dammit the thread finally got me. You just made me cry.

Is it self centered to hope that I somehow have touched someones life like someone has touched some of yours?

I mean, I feel I'm a great person and have done alot for many people...

>>5154217
Well share your stories and we'll be sure to tell you.

I know this isn't someone random or anything, but I swear this girl had the biggest heart out of anyone I've ever met...

Anyways, she was my girlfriend at the time. We had met at school during my senior year, her junior year. She had the biggest heart of gold guys, no joke. This one time during the county fair, there was a dog who was obviously lost, but had a collar so he was definently someones. But the dog was walking around the fair, being harrased and kicked by almost everyone it came in contact with. We watched this for a while, until at one point, this group of mexican kids started throwing rocks and kicking at it really really hard... my girlfriend just ran over and basically grabbed this one gangster mexicans arm and said in a very low and calm voice "Please stop". She picked the dog up, and for the next 4 hours we babysat it. This dog was incredibly sweet, and slept in her lap for almost the entire time. Her mother found us after the 4 hours were up, and what came next always makes me tear up whenever I think about it. Her mom and sister kept telling her to just get rid of the dog, but she refused. She held on to it while they tried to pry it from her hands and she just kept saying in her low sweet voice, "No, I want to take this dog to the animal shelter at least!". This went on for the next few hours, and her mom finally drove us to the shelter and we dropped the little guy off.

Although this story may not seem like such a big deal, but the way she fought for this animal was incredible. Even with people yelling at her, telling her to just give up, let the dog go, etc. she stood her ground, and did what she thought was right. I was even guilty of trying to tell her to just give up, but she wanted to at least get this dog out of the fair grounds. It was beautiful..... and now I miss her more then anything... fuck.

>>5153911
You fucking pussy.

akfdjlkjseee

>>5154280
What was the big deal about taking it to the animal shelter? Why were you guys being such dicks?

>>5153876
>West Savannah
You were in what we call "seaport" or "C-Port" my friend. I'd have to agree, it's not a pleasant place to be at all.

I guess i've got a story to share. Not exactly a random encounter but still... I'm the kind of person who is nice and friendly to strangers, and I usually get the same in return, nothing special there.

Moot.

I know you'll read this.

Make sure this thread never 404s. This is proof of the beauty of this board. This can't die. Make it immortal, I beg you.

a surfer saved my life off the coast of cornwall/devon (one of them, used to go there a lot as a kid) when a huge wave flung me off my bodyboard and swept me out. i was about 10

he grabbed be and rode this big motherfucking ass wave back to shore. another 20 seconds and i'd have been dead. i was taken straight to the hospital and i never got to thank him

>>5155131
r9k is getting deleted anyway so your point is moot.

>>5155423
r9k isn't getting deleted. At worst, it's getting renamed to /adv/.

>>5155625

I know someone who begs to differ.
>>5054077

This thread shall not die. I shall see to it that this thread is viewed by masses of all countries.

Charles who works at subway. He is a black african-american gentleman living in Britain. He always has a smile on his face and calls every customer sir or madam as if he owes you the world. Always says enjoy your meal and says all sorts of other cool shit, the kind of tacky shit your dad might try and say, but fail to pull off. When charles does it, the world stops in his coolness.

This guy works in a rubbish 9-5 job, and is getting on now. But goes out of his way to make everyone feel better.

The sandwiches always taste lush when he tells you to enjoy them :P

heres to charles!

In highschool I had a teacher named Mr. B. I counted him as a friend as much as a teacher. We had a study period that was mainly used for goofing off instead of studying, and me and my best friend would always hang out in Mr. B's room talking to him during that hour.

He would occasionally interrupt class to read something inspirational or funny to us. One story he told us almost made me cry. It was a true story about a family that brought firewood to a poor family on Christmas day or something like that.

Senior year, my best friend had already failed 3 classes, if he failed another he'd be held back and not graduate. Mr. B changed his grades on the computer so that he could graduate with the rest of us. He didn't let us slack off on our work at all, but he understood that some things were more important in life than school.

>>5157557
Yeah, except that if you are too stupid to pass then you SHOULD be held back. Your friend probably needed something like that to wake him up, instead, he didn't get it and now he'll be 23 bagging groceries.

I was doing my usual traveling thing around england to see whoever I wanted to see, and I got incredibly lost because several trains back to london - my stop on the way - got canceled.

So after heading tens of miles in the wrong direction, realising my train was canceled, and being stuck on the tracks in the middle of nowhere I was already stressed.
I got on a train back to birmingham, sure I would have to pay at least 20 pounds more to get there.
When the chap came by to check tickets, I was already frazzled and couldn't find my purse.
I explained to him what I was trying to do, asked if I needed a new ticket, he just smiled and said "don't worry love, hope you get home safe" and walked on.

So I get to birmingham, and since there were no trains home there either, I had to call for my dad to come pick me up from there, from a long long way away.
I was waiting there, my phone battery dead, so I was getting more stressed, when some drunk fucked up bitch who smelled like booze swaggered up, and spoke really fast at me, asked if she could ask me questions, flashed me some pubes for some reason, being very confused, and obviously a tourist and not knowing what to do, I began to follow her...

>>5157857 cont.
, when a security guard came up.
He asked if I knew her, I said no, this bitch tried to act like I was playing games and held onto me laughing, I was terrified.
The security man grabbed her by the arm and lead her outside, warning her he will call the police if she dares enter again.
He came back and asked if I was ok, said I could wait in reception for my dad.
I managed to bleat a wobbly "thank you so much" as my eyes filled up with tears. He just said "It's my job."
I sat in the reception area, and just cried into a tissue.
He told the people "she was back again" apparently this drunk bitch had been asking people for money, alcohol, cigarettes and anything else, and could possibly have a weapon.
My dad came, and held my hand while I cried and told him about it all. Despite being 20, I turned into a little girl again.

I felt relieved at these two peoples kindness in helping me get home, and helping me be safe.
God bless these people.

>>5157660
My friend is just plain dumb but he tried his best. I don't think being held back would have changed anything except make him an embarrassment and give him shit from his perfectionist dad.

bump for more.

bumplox

i have read all of this read and it has restored my faith in humanity and r9k :)

Well this one's a little story bout my chemistry teacher

In school, he's actually a really nice guy, but as a teacher a complete dickhead.
He lives like 4 houses away from me and is the neighbour of my great-aunt. My great-aunt has a son in a wheelchair who can't eat, talk n stuff. Her man also died late. On Christmas, the year her man dies,
my chemistry teacher came over, and asked if she wanted to celebrate christmas with him and his family

I never excpected this from him, that really made me respect him

>>5160226
died soon I mean, sry

>>5142649
>implying that marrying a rich guy is an accomplishment

A girl I met once called Robyn. She was this totally naive, really sweet, happy-go-lucky dreamer who didn't give a shit. I didn't really notice until she walked onto the dance floor and started flailing her arms all over the place. She looked stupid, everyone knew she looked stupid and she knew she looked stupid but she didn't care, she was enjoying herself.

>>5160340
of course! there's a lot of competition, isn't there?

>>5157866
She flashed her pubes at you... so you go and follow her?

i remember in year 11 we had this awesome history teacher called Mr Mccann. He basically taught us as if we were in Uni and so would get pissed off if you didn't do the work for him, but if you did, and paid attention he was the greatest teacher ever. He would tell a load of jokes usually involving an ex-student's sexual deviance or some hilariously aweful pun.
Speaking to the next History teacher we had (also an amazingly awesome guy) it turns out that Mr Mccann had only missed work twice in his 40 year career. Once when his wife was giving birth, he left period four and was back teaching in the afternoon, and once where he was so Ill that the headmaster had to force him to go home. The fact that anybody could have so much enthusiasm to teach young men fills me with respect for him, I don't think I could ever be that inspired...

>>5160490
If a girl showed me her pubes I would follow her to the ends of the earth.

>>5160445
i love people who just look stupid on the dance floor and dont give a fuck what other people think, as long as theyre not fugly, i immediately fall in love with them

please keep this thred alive, i wanna read the rest of it in the morning

Fuck.
I love you robots so much
;_; i cried a couple of times.

You know. despite your relationship bawwwing
i fucking love you all to death. i hope this board stays up. or someone makes a place where we can all get together and chill.

Reposting my favorite from this thread

goddamn, why is this gay thread still alive? fuck.

>>5161513
Did you know that gullible isn't in the dictionary?

>>5154961

Theres more to the story I should have written but basically the dog was a mess, it was bleeding a bit, plus it was pretty damn clear that this dog had a shit ton of fleas... her mother absolutely refused to give it a ride to the closest animal shelter which was about 5 or 6 miles away. I finally tried to reason with her and say that her mother and sister aren't budging, lets just get out of here already because we're causing a scene. But god damn that girl was so keen on helping anyone or anything she could... miss her and love her each day.

cool thread bros

>>5142218

holy shit! Thats some cool random shit.

/r9k/ produces a masterpiece

>>5162131
Thus we must keep the masterpiece going.
Come on, anon, you must have more stories!

>>5148463
Heartfelt.

I went to London with a buddy of mine, first time overseas. We spent the day doing sightseeing and hanging out with my cousin and her 2 year old daughter; it was pretty busy, we would run around and watch her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble.

We decided to hit up this pub in Westminster after the end of the day near our hotel, right off of the Pimlico station. There was a group of girls next to our table, and me and my buddy were just talking, and having a brew. The group of girls decided to leave, and one of the girls looked at us, and we started talking. She was beautiful, half English and half Filipino. She invited me and my buddy to go with them to a bar in Soho. As we're taking the bus, then through the tube, we were talking back and forth, and realized how much we had in common. She was this carefree girl, and she put her arm around me and made me feel like I was her best friend. She was quirky--went to art school there. I couldn't help but listen and look at her. So, we go to this badass techno club, and then we proceed to drink like fish there. She disappears from my view, and all of a sudden, I'm fucked up and randomly meeting all sorts of great people at this bar. Found my buddy, shitfaced, so we decided to go. Couldn't find her anywhere, and headed back to our hotel.

I regret that i didn't pay more attention to her for her kindness, openness, and invitation to hang out with them. I gave her my email address on her cell phone. Even hoped she'd email me one day...

For all that is good and decent, MOAR!

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Come on, MOAR!

>>5163084

Yes we half English half Filipinos are fine looking people. ;D

There was this guitar store a few towns over, and the coolest motherfucker ever worked there. If there was some question you had about any guitar ever, the guy knew it. This guy could play like no one's business as well. But, that alone is not enough- the guy just radiated some kind of retro "cool" vibe. He looked like an ex-hippie or something, and he was really laid-back, but not in a stoner sort of way. He also did bitchin' accents. Don't ask me, man.

Pity the place closed a few months ago. Never even knew his name.