4. Living across the street from evil twin sisters sounds like a horror movie.
Growing up I had the displeasure of living across the street from two very cruel twin sisters. They were very close, would do everything together, lie to protect each other, etc. I ended up being “friends” with them until approximately middle/high school, but looking back on it I don’t know if I would call it friendship. They (especially one of them, let’s call her Jenny) lied to me constantly, talked about me behind my back, manipulated me and my brother, and straight up bullied us as well as other kids. When I was young I didn’t really realize how fucked up she/they were, but as I distanced myself from them entering high school and made real friends it was clear that I should’t hang around them anymore. Jenny ended up having to change schools because “everyone was mean to her.” Her sister, who I honestly believe I had a genuine friendship with at one point, remained at my high school. The last straw with her was that she lied to my face about my boyfriend kissing another girl. Her story held no ground and it was the most made up shit I’d ever heard. I ended up calling her out and storming off on her, but afterwards the fucked up thing was that I ended up apologizing to her for not believing her word. Whatever, I didn’t want drama, so I moved on but after that point I was done.
So I’m in my grade 12 English course and we have to write a short story to practice for our exam. I ended up writing a story about a situation that had occurred with Jenny back in elementary school. Jenny had tried to prevent this one kid, Billy, from playing with us in the playground. Billy was picked on a lot. Jenny had made every kid vote for whether or not they wanted this kid to play. Most kids, probably afraid of Jenny, voted with her to not let Billy play. But ONE kid ended up voting to let Billy play with us. Jenny ended up interrogating this kid about why they wanted Billy to play, and in the end she begrudgingly allowed Billy to join our game. I remember feeling so much justice had been delivered that day, and so I wrote about it in my grade 12 English class. I had elaborated on some of the details to be sure for the sake of telling a good story, but the important points were left unchanged. I was also sure to leave in some details about Jenny’s appearance, including her purple overalls that she would wear all the time, her blond pigtails, and the character’s name in the story was very close to her real name (equivalent to calling the character Jenny when her real name was Jennifer).
Now here I need to note that my English 12 teacher taught two sections of the same course. Both sections received the same lessons. Well my teacher ended up loving my story so much that he ended up photocopying it for everyone and we all read it out loud and analysed it as a class (although my name was marked out). We also did the same for two other stories from students, so there were three stories in total, shared among the two class sections. Remember, the summary of my story was that Jenny was a total bitch, everyone hated her, and that day that kid stood up against her. After reading my story, no one in my class liked Jenny one bit. Well Jenny’s sister was in the other section of English 12 taught by the same teacher. I never got full confirmation, but I have every reason to believe that my teacher read out my story with his class that Jenny’s sister was in. I have no doubt that she knew I had written the story and that Jenny was in fact Jennifer, her sister. Haven’t had real contact with either of them since (about 7 years).
5.
We were living in London and I had a little mini that was always parked on the street outside our apartment. One morning I was at the gym in our building and the guy who ran it, said “too bad about your car it must have been hit by someone”. I went outside and sure enough there was a big dent in the front of my car. I had insurance but this was not going to be good. Fortunately in London there’s lots of CCTV and I had conveniently parked in front of a business that had one. I went over and spoke to them in my sweetest manner, told them what happened and wondered if they could help me. The security guy said, I’m busy now, but later I’ll have a look and come by at the end of business….I waited wondering what if any luck I’d had. When I went by that evening, he had printed out stills and asked me if I needed video which showed a big bread delivery truck crashing in to my car with the telephone number conveniently on the side in a large font. I called the Bread company. Over the course of a couple days – we went back and forth. Their driver denied everything. I then informed them that I had video and still from the CCTV across the street and wondered if they wanted to pay for repairs or should I just go to the police? The couriered the check to me the next day.
-bystander1981
6.
When I was about 13 years old, my family had saved up to take us to Six Flags Over Georgia. It’s about a two hour drive away from our house, so we left early to get there as soon as it opened so we wouldn’t have to fight any crowds at the gate. As we pull into the parking lot, we find a decent parking spot in an area thats already packed. As we start to pull into the spot, a car of four 20-something-year-olds, cut us off and take the spot. Ok, what ever we think. But no. To add injury to insult the driver then gets out and yells “What the fuck you gonna do about it BITCH?” His buddies all have a good laugh and head to the gate. I can tell my dad is steamed but he keeps his mouth shut. We find another spot and as we are heading to the gate, my dad says he’ll be back and walks off. Fast forward to the end of the day. The park is closed and we are the last group of people leaving the park. We hop in the car and low and behold, as we are leaving the parking lot, we see the same car with 4 flat tires, and 4 pissed off guys just sitting there. My dad drives by them and without missing a beat, rolls down the window and yells “What the fuck are you gonna do about it BITCH?” as we drive off into the sunset.