Big Nancy from Dumbarton. She took me home after the pub closed, locked the front door and said I wasn't getting out until I had sorted her out. Three hours later after lots of heavy sweaty sex, she passed out. I grabbed my jeans and legged it......?
My Karma just ran over your Dogma
I have had lots but the one that comes to mind happend three years ago..
I had spent a long day tubing down the river with my husband and we finally stopped near the railroad tracks
We had a quite a ways to walk and my husband decided that walking down the tracks would be the fastest way
So we started down them and I started to quote from the train scene on " Stand by me"" I got to the part where Gordy reaches down to touch the tracks to see when the next train is due when all at once my husband screamed TRAIN!!! I thought he was joking then all at once I heard the board if the train horn turned I was within touching distance
I barely had time to jump and land in a bed of thorns
It turns out trains unless right up on you are pretty quiet..
Interesting topic... I suspect we've all had a number of close calls. Vanessa's reminds me of a train incident of my own. My husband and I were driving back to the apartment where we lived when first married. There was a train track to be crossed and, stupidly, we tried to beat the (visible) oncoming train. The car stalled just as the front was on the track. Fortunately, there was a bit of a grade backwards and we rolled out of the way. We went home and had sex.
I was in high school, living in Corpus Christi, Texas and decided to visit my mother, who lived in Dallas at the time. The cheapest way to get there was by hitchhiking. I was thumbing just north of Georgetown on I-35 when a beat-up old Ford pulled over. The driver was a disheveled looking guy with crazy eyes. He said he was going to Waco. I got in and as soon as we were up to speed, he turned up the volume on the radio, which was tuned to a Christian station featuring fire and brimstone. We had gone about ten miles when the driver pulled over for a hitchhiking soldier, who said he was also going to Waco. Pretty soon, the driver had invited both of us to come to his house in Waco for dinner. I declined because I needed to get to Dallas. Besides, this guy was creeping me out. I got to my mother's house around 9:30. I was eating a late dinner when the 10:00 news came on. One of the lead stories was about a dead soldier found in Waco. Later, I read that the killer was that driver.
I was traveling alone won a bus from Belize to Guatemala city in the early eighties. No one knew where I was in the world at this point in time. There was some insurgency in Guatemala In the early eighties. Americans were in general disfavor in Central America. Some rebels stopped the bus and ordered everyone off the bus, chickens and all. We were all held at gunpoint by rebels with AK 47's. After searching the bus they examined the passengers. I stood out as the only gringo. I was 8-12" taller than all the others (largely Guatemalan / Indian) with long blonde hair. In short, I stood out from the others. The rebels argued among themselves and I could hear "seah, seah" and then the would point to me with their rifles. It took a few minutes for me to understand that they were saying "CIA, CIA."
So they searched my backpack (tent, cooking utensils, sleeping bag, etc.) and found nothing sinster. They eventually let us all go on our way. I felt that it would have been very easy for them to shoot me and toss my body in the surrounding jungle. Since no one knew where I was, my parents would never know what happened to me. I turned around and headed back to Belize and then onward to the US via Mexico.
It was a close call.
Survived a couple car crashes but, man, nothing to match these stories. Glad you're all still here to talk about it.
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