Ok, guys, it is STORYTIME! Today I am gonna talk about the series of events that happened to me today that we leave you in shock and questioning "What are the odds?!" So, today was the first day of the school holidays (some of you Aussies would know) so I decided to ride my bike to one of my local shopping centres to get a haircut. I rocked up to the hairdresser to find that they would close very soon. I went in to find 5 people in the queue before me, great. Some old bloke came right by just then and saw the queue and dipped out and said "I will come back next week." So I thought my chances to get my haircut by the time the place closed were very slim. Just as the person before me paid for their cut, it was closing time (2 pm). But, my hairdresser, who has done my cuts since I was a baby, looked at me and said "Alright Thomas, quickly now. Her boss didn't look impressed. The odds? Well, 50/50, She has known me for a while so it was nice of her to do that, the odds are up there. However, the next part of this story really questions the limits of "odds". I was very hungry as I usually have lunch earlier in the day, so I went to KFC and got myself a Regular Zinger Box with a Pepsi which filled me right up. As I sat there eating my food in KFC, I saw these 2 kids (about 11 years old each, they were both boys) having some Go-Buckets. I heard one say "what is your new password for your phone?" The other said "4548". I sat there thinking to myself while I ate my chips "imagine if that kid left his phone there and left and then I take it to see what juicy stuff it had as I know the password to his phone." But the odds of that happening are impossible, right? And who fr says their phone password in public? But guess what happens next. Those two kids leave KFC and that kid left his phone on the table. HOW?! To make the odds even slimmer, he had a beaten up iPhone 4. IPHONE 4?!?!? Bruh do they even exist anymore?! Anyway, I stared at that phone for a solid 20 seconds, a "Karen looking" lady who walked in set her gaze on me. I was tempted to unlock that phone but I decided to do the "Good-Samaritan thing" so that the Karen would be pleased. I ran outside and caught up to those kids and gave his phone back, they were pleased and thanked me. I went back inside KFC and the Karen who had finished her order looked at me and said "good job for giving back that person's phone." I felt so superior at that moment. Ok, so the next part is for all those perverts out there (this happened by accident though). As I went to where my bike was locked, I drank the last few mL of my Pepsi and just before I went to put it in the bin, I noticed the new artwork on the outside of public toilets of a beautiful bird and flowers. Just as I saw this, I noticed a gap at the top of the toilets which looked like it served for air ventilation which I had never seen before. As I looked closer, I realized the ceiling was shiny and reflective and I could just make out what was inside the toilet, whom I may add. Tightly packed in there were 2 chicks from my school doing girl stuff, WTF!? I wasn't even concentrating on them as they did their thing, I was just amazed I had never seen that gap and the reflection before, it was kinda weird. Just as I started to pay attention to the girls, hoping one would flash their assets, some 90-year-old came walking right towards me with her back hunched so low over her filled-up trolley going 1km/h pretty much. I kindly asked "do you need some help ma'am?" trying to not look suspicious as she clearly saw me awkwardly looking up through that gap moments earlier. But you would never guess what she said, "You on holidays? Good on ya mate." WTF?!?!?! My brain could not take in this much information, I awkwardly smiled at her but she didn't seem fussed and she then slowly went on her way. Moments later, the chicks came out of the toilet and walked right toward me. They knew they f*cked up as I clearly saw them both exit the toilet. Without saying hi to me, they speed-walked right past me to get away from this awkward situation. The odds of all of that are 0.000000001% pretty much. To wrap things up, I put my can in the bin, unlocked my bike, put on my helmet and started riding back home. As I reached the steepest part of the ride, I started going about 60km/h which is pretty fast on those roads and on an MTB. But out of nowhere, some P plater reversed about 50 metres away which caught me offgaurd and cars were driving on the other side of the road, my life was in danger (seriously it was). I slammed on the back brakes and slowed down significantly but not enough, I realized I need to hit the front brakes too. That saved my butt. I did a 3-second stoppie 5 metres from hitting the car which was a new personal best for me. My tyres had gotten beaten up a bit and felt hot. I landed on my legs funny on the pedals but was unharmed. To make things worse, the passenger side window slowly rolled down and I got a blasting from this 22-year-old guy (it looked like) who appeared drunk. I said nothing and tried to continue riding from this life-threatening experience. But, you will never guess who was walking their dog and staring right into my soul, my science teacher which I hate so much and she said "You ok?" WHAT?!?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?! Odds say you are more likely to get struck by lightning 3 TIMES than win the jackpot. Why did the jackpot have to be all this sh*t I experienced in the last hour? This day will forever be implemented in my head, the day the impossible became possible and that I won the lottery but didn't win the lottery. Thanks for reading my amazing Storytime (this legit happened no joke idek how).
i dont really have anything funny or witty to say at tplacella's expense, but i also recognise that this is a prime moment to farm likes... so let's just pretend i wrote something funny, quote this msg and type "LOL so true vol und", and hit the like button so i dont have to go through the effort of reading tplacella's story and then making up some stupid joke cheers guys
i read the entire post and it reminded me of a moment in my life that had me asking “What are the odds?” we were in French class doing ice breakers (EWWW) and the individual who smelt like ganja stated he has two dogs. their names: charlie and milo. THOSE ARE THE NAMES OF MY TWO DOGS? of course, i wasn’t sure if that’s really what he said, and since i am autistic i just walked out of class without talking to him and then got shoved into some lockers by some bullies. Later that same day, we were at the dollar store and there were these big foam dice. i picked one up and said “if i roll a 3 i’m going to kill myself”. guess what number i rolled? (hint: a three). i did it again, this time i guessed 6. i was right again. i haven’t killed myself yet, but i guess with each passing day we all kill a little something inside us. then (here’s the craziest part) in the same day i began to think. “Huh. i bet we’re having chicken for dinner tonight”. you would not believe what we had for dinner that night. (hint: chicken) moral of the story: abortion rights are human rights
you should come to the US TPlacella, you'd love the public toilets here! (they have clearances on the top + bottom that you could drive a semi through)
my man just said " Ok, guys, it is STORYTIME! Today I am gonna talk about the series of events that happened to me today that we leave you in shock and questioning "What are the odds?!" So, today was the first day of the school holidays (some of you Aussies would know) so I decided to ride my bike to one of my local shopping centres to get a haircut. I rocked up to the hairdresser to find that they would close very soon. I went in to find 5 people in the queue before me, great. Some old bloke came right by just then and saw the queue and dipped out and said "I will come back next week." So I thought my chances to get my haircut by the time the place closed were very slim. Just as the person before me paid for their cut, it was closing time (2 pm). But, my hairdresser, who has done my cuts since I was a baby, looked at me and said "Alright Thomas, quickly now. Her boss didn't look impressed. The odds? Well, 50/50, She has known me for a while so it was nice of her to do that, the odds are up there. However, the next part of this story really questions the limits of "odds". I was very hungry as I usually have lunch earlier in the day, so I went to KFC and got myself a Regular Zinger Box with a Pepsi which filled me right up. As I sat there eating my food in KFC, I saw these 2 kids (about 11 years old each, they were both boys) having some Go-Buckets. I heard one say "what is your new password for your phone?" The other said "4548". I sat there thinking to myself while I ate my chips "imagine if that kid left his phone there and left and then I take it to see what juicy stuff it had as I know the password to his phone." But the odds of that happening are impossible, right? And who fr says their phone password in public? But guess what happens next. Those two kids leave KFC and that kid left his phone on the table. HOW?! To make the odds even slimmer, he had a beaten up iPhone 4. IPHONE 4?!?!? Bruh do they even exist anymore?! Anyway, I stared at that phone for a solid 20 seconds, a "Karen looking" lady who walked in set her gaze on me. I was tempted to unlock that phone but I decided to do the "Good-Samaritan thing" so that the Karen would be pleased. I ran outside and caught up to those kids and gave his phone back, they were pleased and thanked me. I went back inside KFC and the Karen who had finished her order looked at me and said "good job for giving back that person's phone." I felt so superior at that moment. Ok, so the next part is for all those perverts out there (this happened by accident though). As I went to where my bike was locked, I drank the last few mL of my Pepsi and just before I went to put it in the bin, I noticed the new artwork on the outside of public toilets of a beautiful bird and flowers. Just as I saw this, I noticed a gap at the top of the toilets which looked like it served for air ventilation which I had never seen before. As I looked closer, I realized the ceiling was shiny and reflective and I could just make out what was inside the toilet, whom I may add. Tightly packed in there were 2 chicks from my school doing girl stuff, WTF!? I wasn't even concentrating on them as they did their thing, I was just amazed I had never seen that gap and the reflection before, it was kinda weird. Just as I started to pay attention to the girls, hoping one would flash their assets, some 90-year-old came walking right towards me with her back hunched so low over her filled-up trolley going 1km/h pretty much. I kindly asked "do you need some help ma'am?" trying to not look suspicious as she clearly saw me awkwardly looking up through that gap moments earlier. But you would never guess what she said, "You on holidays? Good on ya mate." WTF?!?!?! My brain could not take in this much information, I awkwardly smiled at her but she didn't seem fussed and she then slowly went on her way. Moments later, the chicks came out of the toilet and walked right toward me. They knew they f*cked up as I clearly saw them both exit the toilet. Without saying hi to me, they speed-walked right past me to get away from this awkward situation. The odds of all of that are 0.000000001% pretty much. To wrap things up, I put my can in the bin, unlocked my bike, put on my helmet and started riding back home. As I reached the steepest part of the ride, I started going about 60km/h which is pretty fast on those roads and on an MTB. But out of nowhere, some P plater reversed about 50 metres away which caught me offgaurd and cars were driving on the other side of the road, my life was in danger (seriously it was). I slammed on the back brakes and slowed down significantly but not enough, I realized I need to hit the front brakes too. That saved my butt. I did a 3-second stoppie 5 metres from hitting the car which was a new personal best for me. My tyres had gotten beaten up a bit and felt hot. I landed on my legs funny on the pedals but was unharmed. To make things worse, the passenger side window slowly rolled down and I got a blasting from this 22-year-old guy (it looked like) who appeared drunk. I said nothing and tried to continue riding from this life-threatening experience. But, you will never guess who was walking their dog and staring right into my soul, my science teacher which I hate so much and she said "You ok Thomas?" WHAT?!?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?! Odds say you are more likely to get struck by lightning 3 TIMES than win the jackpot. Why did the jackpot have to be all this sh*t I experienced in the last hour? This day will forever be implemented in my head, the day the impossible became possible and that I won the lottery but didn't win the lottery. Thanks for reading my amazing Storytime (this legit happened no joke idek how)."
