anleja

I think stories about people getting pissed off at other people are entertaining. Who doesn't like stories of the faults of this area of the human condition?

So... how about giving me something interesting to read? I'm sure everyone here has at LEAST a dozen stories of someone pissing them off at some point in their life.

It'd be swell if you posted the all time #1 occasion of someone exhibiting extreme anger-inducing behavior towards you. I for one don't have a story chosen yet; I feel like I may need to dig up some repressed memories of an ex-girlfriend to have something to talk about.

C'mon, give your testimony to this aforementioned fault of the human condition...

numist

I think you should lead by example..

What kind of story are you looking for? Give us an anecdote.

anleja

Well, maybe coming up with my #1 angriest moment isn't so easy. I've never gotten my ass kicked or my house arsoned. But here is a story:

(flashback to a much more naive anleja, circa 1997)

I was leaving my night class at the community college when confronted by a middle-aged man near the local head shop. I declined his request for money to take a bus to his supposed home in Kalamazoo, which is a fair distance from Grand Rapids.

Now, I generally try to find the good in people, and decided to chat with this interesting man. Well (did I mention I was naive?), one thing led to another and I agreed to give him a ride to the shelter which was roughly a mile or so away. Grand Rapids at this time in the evening isn't exactly bustling, but there is a decent enough amount of people around to make me feel safe in doing this.

We get to the shelter and the place is empty. Perfect. It is about this moment I feel not exactly safe. I start thinking things like "hindsight is 20/20, if I could go back in time, I'd tell this guy to fuck off."

So I am driving around with this guy, who is not getting out because he insists he will get out just a little bit up the road. This goes on for a while, until he tells me to pull off to some parking lot because he sees this guy he knows. I think he is going to get out, but instead, this new guys climbs in the car uninvited.

Yay!

So now I am learning some things about this world, largely along the lines of "Trust nobody."

I start to gather they are using me as their ride to find crack. As frightening as this event became, it was pretty exciting when they wanted me to pull up to a couple of prostitutes and told them that they should fuck me. You know, I appreciated the offer, but had to refuse.

Oh, oh, the guy in the back has a bottle of liquor of some sort, and is just about to pop that baby open when we get pulled over.

Just think, an hour ago I was involved in a class dissection of "The Crucible."

We were all frisked, and I was charged with nothing. I don't think they ever gave a reason for pulling me over. Maybe they were suspicious that this white kid was driving around these 2 black crackheads in circles?

I explained exactly what was happening to the cops, and they told me to get back into the car... and stay there. So I sat there for a minute or so, and the guys climbed back into the car, and the cops took off. The fucking cops had them get back into the car, even after I told them I was scared for my life! What the fuck?!

I drove around the corner, to a main street where I'd be visible, and with a newfound rage (mostly given to me by the cops, ironically) told those guys to get the hell out of my car, NOW.

I drove off for about 20 seconds when I hit my brakes and looked in the backseat for my cassette tapes. This was due to the 2nd guy earlier asking me if he could have them. Of course, I told him no, but he took off with them anyway.

I saw the cops at a nearby gas station and told them my tapes were stolen. One of the cops drove to where I dropped the guys off, frisked them, found nothing, came back, and let me know that the crackheads just told him that I was driving around with them so I could find a hooker.

Argh. On top of me being pissed at myself for letting myself being taken advantage of, pissed at the crackheads, pissed at the cops, I was now being accused of looking for hookers. They believed my deniels, but gave me shit about how stupid I was for picking up people like that.

At that event, my friends, got me pissed off to a whole new level.

But I did learn a lesson: don't help out ANYONE.

Prince

I don't have any good stories, as I am a pretty calm person and don't get pissed off easily. And I don't generally piss others off much either.

But my brother did a lot of stupid shit when he was growing up that got on my nerves, and we had our share of exchanging knuckles over them.

Once he sold my collection of rare cartoons, worth well over a thousand bucks, for about 50 bucks, behind my back, so he could score some quick booze for the weekend.

Another time, he took my debit card without my permission and tried to wine & dine his pals with it. However, they got caught as the cashier figured out it wasn't his card. I had a fun time sorting that out.

Then, when I was living and going to school about 2 hours away from home, I'd left my car at home for the week, as I usually came home on the weekends. He had borrowed the car, and had managed to bust it up (it was a small sedan and he had blown the transaxle, how the fuck he did that is beyond me), so he had left it at his school's parking lot for a few days...and nights. He claimed he had intended to go back and have it towed to my uncle's repair shop, but before he found the time to do that some punks had busted all the windows in and stolen whatever was worth anything. All this during the winter so the interior was covered in snow. He called me and told me about it, and I told him he had about 2 hours worth of headway and that he should buy a gun in case I ever track him down.

I was, well, not happy.

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anleja

Wow, this thread is the most DOA thread I've ever created. Was it how I titled it? Did people have a bad reaction to my crackhead story?

Are you mad because I didn't take off my shoes when I came in, resulting in snow being tracked into your home?

I guess its kinda funny in a way, like if I was to come up to someone and tell them the story of how I picked up a crackhead in my own free will, and the person I tell the story to just gives me a weird look, says nothing, and quickly walks away.

MSD

We just can't match your story.

I suppose the most pissed off I've been is when I was driving myself and three people to NYC for a concert, and discovered that my brother(15 years old) managed to consume almost 20 punces of vodka on the way there, then proceeded to act drunkwith the windows open as we drove through Brooklyn and Queens. We were panicking and thinking that he'd get us pulled over, and it was the only time I ever punched someone in the back of the head. It only got worse when we got to the club, he decided to whip it out, and piss on the sidewalk while spinning in circles. If he was older, it would have been comical, but at 15, it was just infuriating.

asudevil83

have you told that story before, because it sounds oddly familiar? if it is, when i heard that before, i almost pissed my pants.

isis

Normally, I'm a pretty calm and rational person. I always am. The only time I've ever been really, really pissed off .. I didn't even tell the person.

Ok, so I was at a dance when I was about 16. I was seeing this guy who was 17 or so, and he could drive. Of course, the theme of the dance was like "Hawaiian Luau" so we all dressed up in skimpy little outfits and flip flops. I was having a great night with this guy who I was seeing, and we were getting along wonderfully. These two girls ripped the guy away from me, and I thought nothing of it so I went over and danced with a few friends. Mere seconds later, I glance over at the guy I came to the dance with, and these girls were dirty dancing and grinding like nobody's business. I was sort of angry, but I let him have his fun with these two sluts, so I went and danced with a few guy friends of mine.
About an hour later, the guy I was seeing comes up to me and these two slutty girls are hanging off him, like sucking on his neck, playing with his crotch.. and I was just like "WTF." .. He proceeds to tell me that he's going to go drive these girls to a party, and he will be back.

Needless to say, he never came back. Also, I live in Canada, and it was the dead of winter. I was wearing a skirt and a tube top, and SANDALS on my feet. Said boy who never came back was my only ride. Thankfully, I found a friend who was driving and graciously gave me a ride home. However, It was about -40 and I was wearing SANDALS. All my extra clothes were in the guy's jeep. Have I ever SEEN these clothes again? No. Have I gotten my shoes back? NO.

I mean.. wow. I was so shocked that he wouldn't even have the common courtesy to return my clothes, that I contemplated throwing a rock through his window. But, sucking it up .. I decided I didn't even like those clothes. I never even told him I was angry .. but I'm sure he got the picture when I never picked up the phone when he called, and avoided him completely at school.

Sorry if this makes very little sense, I'm too lazy to proofread .. or tell a better story.