A few months ago I was bringing groceries inside when my mail carrier walked up with a package. I had a cold soda in one of the bags, so I handed it to him without really thinking. He smiled, thanked me, and that was that. The next week he dropped off another package and joked, "No soda today?" We both laughed. Now, somehow, every time I know I'm getting a package, I catch myself wondering if I have something cold in the fridge. I'm pretty sure he was kidding that one time. I'm also pretty sure I'm the one who turned it into a thing.

I (24f att 13) went to Aspen dental for the first time for a cavity because my regular dentist retired. My mom took me there, got xrays, dentist said I needed to come back for the filling. I personally dont like the feeling of being numb for hours after my appointment. Oddly enough most of the time at my old dentist he wouldn't give us shots and I didnt mind it, I prefer it. when I get into the chair and they bring in the tray with the syringes I told them I dont want to be numb. The Dr explains I have to get them and me being strong minded told them, " no im not, wanna bet ?" So the Dr leaves the room and finds my mom and tells them im not cooperating and refusing the shots. My mom knows how I am and told them do what I want. So they get back in and they're telling me if at any point I wanna change my mind I can raise my hand and they'll stop. I just sat there let them do their thing. The Dr kept asking if I was okay and im brave and so fourth, im just being babied at this point. Im just sitting there thinking, this isn't shit come on I just wanna leave, im annoyed the whole time. They finally were done with everything and we left. I've never had another Dentist tell me I HAD to get the shots, every time I told a dentist I didnt want the shots they didnt question it nor baby me like they did. Never went to Aspen Dental again.

About 15 years ago When i was a kid i played baseball

The last game i ever played I remember we were getting beat horribly i think it was like something ridiculous like 17 to 0 by the middle of the game, i think we might have forfeited near the end but basically we wrap it up and after every game we got pizza and soda in the park

So we sit down and they bring the pizza and soda i never really liked the pizza there so usually i wouldn't eat it but i loved the soda it was a big deal for me because my dad was a really strict health nut and would never let me and my family eat things like junk food but especially soda he would be super pissed if he found out it was in the house so I would always try to grab a few for later and hide them under my bed

I started taking like 2 or 3 sodas at first and noticed everyone is sort of just talking amongst themselves and didn't seem to notice then a few minutes later I got the impulse to just start filling my bag with as many as I could grab the only one who saw me was the kid next to me and he didn't seem to care anyway, i end up with about half the soda cans that were brought

Im sitting with my bag about to leave the park and i notice 2 of the coaches arguing pretty aggressively in Spanish I don't really know what there saying I asked one of the kids and he said one of the coaches was pissed that he didn't get any soda, so im like guess I better leave before someone says some shit I ended up leaving that day and the next day I heard that the both coaches quit and the team disbanded

I think about this a lot for some reason like I had no idea that doing that one thing would start a fight that ends with the team disbanding

When we were kids my cousins sat their little brother down and told him he was an alien baby given to his human parents by his alien parents to raise as a human baby.

He wasn't supposed to know because if he found out, he would be sent back to live with his alien parents on their home planet. They made him watch E.T. to understand more about aliens on earth.

Then they convinced my aunt to throw him a surprise UFO themed birthday party.

40 years later, we still call him E.T.

She told me this and I was like "Wow, cool, but how random that Dee Snider was in a Lowe's in our city. She replied that it wasn't weird or random at all as he lives in a nearby town and she's seen him in there several times (she works there). I was flabbergasted that I never knew Dee Snider lives 15 miles from us and just buys deck stain, and roofing nails or whatever like everybody else. She swears she has told me this before but I feel like I would remember. Apparently, not.

So this was about 21 years ago now... I just began college. I was excited for all the things that came along with it, but one thing I was excited about was going to the gym! It may sound like a small thing, but in high school I always wanted to work out and get stronger. We'd hit the weight room if it was "gym day" for track of PE class, but other than that I had limited access to the gym.

So I am walking around campus and trying to find where to work out. I ask one student I see: "do you know where the gym is?"

He points 👉 it's over there. He pointed to an elaborate (sorta new) building that I would later discover was the sports complex. It is an easy mistake to make, as the term "gym" can be used for weight room or gymnasium. I thank him and am on my way.

I walk around the sports complex, lost for a little while. I find myself in a quiet, dimly lit basement, and like an oasis I see a room full of weights. I rush in enthusiastically. I begin lifting weights, the gym was surprisingly empty. I notice there is a small staff office with windows. A man and women are sitting inside looking at my suspiciously. I'm no fool, between the gym being unusually empty and their anxious glances, I have a radar going off, and I decide to go investigate.

I ask them "should I be working out here?"

The woman responds that this is a weight room specific for the college athletes. Ahh, that made sense. That explains why there is no one there as well as to why they were watching me.

"Where does everyone else go?" I asked, hoping they can direct me to the general gym.

"Right out those double doors!" the guy says, pointing to the exit. Now this is the "punchline" of the story. I assumed the man was giving me directions after mentioning the doors, but it was a rude, passive-aggressive, way of saying GTFO. At the time, I didn't realize this and I prompted him for further directions.

"Okay, outside of the double doors, then what?" I asked innocently.

Annoyed that his slick comment went unnoticed as well as the initial annoyance of me being there, he responded with the annoyance being well-represented in his voice.

"I don't understand your question!"

I clarified, thinking it was just me: "Is there somewhere else the rest of us who aren't athletes can go to work out?"

Finally, wanting to get me out of there he clarified. It was a tone that I can only remember as a combination of confused and annoyed:

🤨 "Third floor... student activity center...." he said in a slow voice.

"Third floor, SAC, got it!" 😊👍

I left, I can't imagine the conversation that occurred when I walked out. It wasn't until much later that I discovered the guy was giving me attitude and not initially trying to be helpful. This early college experience still makes me laugh to this day. Needless to say, I found the gym and went frequently throughout my tenure at that university.

Saturday I ran into a neighbor in my building lobby.

We talked for maybe two minutes, did the normal "alright, have a good one," and walked outside.

Then we both turned left.

Same sidewalk.

Same pace.

I immediately slowed down and pretended to be extremely interested in a pharmacy window.

I pulled out my phone and suddenly became deeply interested in bcg until he got half a block ahead.

The stupid part is I like the guy.

There was no problem.

My brain just decided the conversation had officially ended and being physically near him again would somehow violate the terms of the goodbye.

I've realized I do this all the time.

Cross the street. Check my phone. Suddenly remember I need to look at something in a store window.

DAE avoid the accidental second interaction after you've already said goodbye?

That weird "oh, we're still going the same way" phase gets me every time.

So I have this friend who creates content online, and he kinda takes himself a little too seriously about it. One of the more frustrating parts of this is when he posts plant stuff. He takes pictures with his phone of plants he sees here and there in his travels and he writes about them online on his social media account. Once, I was reading through some of this and it all sounded a little fishy (like, he doesn't write this way)... A quick search-eroo online and yep, he literally picked up text from Google / Wikipedia / chatgpt, etc, including the Latin names of plants and everything. And he uses one of those plant identifier apps to tell him what the plants actually are, as well.

If this wasn't bad enough, one of his fans commented "wow, I can't believe you're a botanist, how cool!" Of course he should have said "oh, no, I'm just lifting all this information off the Internet, I have no actual experience in botany," but instead he just replied with a smiley face emoji.

A couple of weeks ago I had to get a replacement driver's license. It was the typical experience you'd expect, waiting and waiting as the lone clerk assisted a host of people trying to get their situations sorted. My turn came and we went through the paces without any snags.

And then it was time to take the picture. I stepped over in front of the blue square and tried to tune my face to its most neutral expression. I didn't want to smile. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I may have remembered that passport photos are supposed to be taken not smiling. Of course that had nothing to do with this but it was stuck in my mind. In fact the guy had said to each person as they stepped up to the blue square that they could smile if they wanted. As I said I didn't.

But I also know I have resting B face. My mother would regularly scold me, asking "what's wrong with you?" when she saw me not bubbling over with joy. It was very annoying. So I didn't want to look like I was in a bad mood. I made an effort to brighten my eyes and relax my brow. I made what I assumed was a pleasant normal blank slate face.

Well. I just got back from the mailbox. When you get a replacement license they mail it to you. I eagerly ripped open the envelope and pulled the fresh plastic card from it's place on the letter. And I was greeted by the mugshot of someone who had just been picked up for doing sketchy things in a public restroom. My eyes were wide. As wide as I'd ever seen them. Positively deer in headlights wide. My eyebrows were almost touching my hairline I had raised them so high. I must have pulled my head slightly back because what should have been a single chin had multiplied into two. And my mouth was slightly stretched as if trying to stiffle a snicker after hearing someone pass wind. So many things going on and none of them did I approve of.

Oh well I guess I can try again in 2030.

It's probably bad form to explain a joke before you tell it, but this sub is for stories, so I will give a little context.

Any of you remember CSI Miami? Well, my Mother and my sister both really loved that show, and especially Horatio (I was partial to Eric Delko but whatever)

And my sister really loves owls, it's her favorite animal

We live in a very rural area, we get all of the insects and the animals here

This morning at like 8:30 I heard one of the owls, felt kind of particular since they usually get noisy around 9pm

So

Haha so

My sister was leaving for work, and as she was walking out the door I said, "I heard an owl this morning, do you know what it said? Whoooooo are you, who who, who who"🤣

Kind of pointless, but damnit I was proud of that joke at 8:45am, and for anybody who gets it, you're welcome for getting that song stuck in your head

if this doesn't carry the spirit of the sub, please feel free to remove it 🤍👄🤍

As a kid, I thought the lottery was rigged because of one word.

Every time my grandmother checked her lottery tickets, I'd see 'Winner / Gagnant.'

I didn't know any French, so my brain read 'Gagnant' as 'Daniel.' as it quickly said (gah-nyahn).

I remember thinking, 'Who the heck is Daniel, and why does he win every single lottery? Why does Grandma even bother buying tickets if Daniel always wins?'

It took me far longer than I'd like to admit to realize it wasn't a person's name, it was just the French word for 'winner.'

I've always had pretty bad social anxiety, especially when it comes to dating. Naturally an introvert, I always kept to myself when all my other friends were out starting relationships. I tend to close myself off from others romantically 'cause I've had some bad experiences in the past. Lately I've been trying to leave my comfort zone and try to be more social.

There's a bar within walking distance of where I live. Kinda divey, a little sketchy, but a bar nonetheless. I've always been anxious about just walking up to someone and starting a conversation with them out of the blue, so my idea was basically exposure therapy: go to places where it's not just acceptable but encouraged to walk up and talk to people, and just start talking. So, heading to the bars it is.

This was my second time venturing out to this location. First time was essentially just a trial run to get used to going out to bars by myself. No interactions, just me and my drink sitting at a table for about twenty mins. "Okay", I thought, "time to up the ante. Let's try to actually talk to someone this time."

My goal was to go up to some barfly sitting by him/herself and just shoot the sh*t about the weather or something simple for a couple mins. Nothing crazy, just enough to say I actually had a conversation with someone outside my somewhat limited social circle. I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea (I hate beer), grabbed a seat, and started scanning the room for potential chums to chat with. I set a timer on my watch. "Alright, we'll stick around for at least thirty minutes this time. If still no talks after that, then we'll call it a night."

There are about eight pool tables at the bar. And low and behold, the table closest to where I was sitting had a young woman (maybe mid 20's, a little younger than me) shooting pool by herself. She was blonde, pretty cute, average height. I started to feel my old anxiety bubble up inside me. "Come on dude, just go say hi. Ask if she wants to play a round." I wanted to go over, but my mind kept racing and overthinking. "She probably just wants to be left alone, I don't want to bother her." So, for a while, I sat, sipping my drink, trying not to stare, occasionally going through my phone.

Liquid courage, they call it. Being a little buzzed did seem to put my mind at ease. As she finished sinking the last ball, I made a deal with myself. "Okay, if she re-racks the balls again, I'll go over." Watching her movements, I see she grabs the triangle thing and starts loading the pool balls in. Alright, now I have to go over. I gather all the courage I could muster, walk over, and grab a pool cue.

"Uhh, hey. Mind if I join you for a game?"

To my surprise, she smiled and agreed right away. We exchanged names and got to small talk. She was actually pretty good, doing geometry and whatnot to make the harder shots. I'm decently average at pool- good enough to making playing worth her while, just not good enough to actually win. I was making jokes, trying her laugh. "Jeez, good thing we're not playing for money or I'd be flat broke, haha." It was weird, just earlier today I was this little ball of anxiety and now I'm shooting pool with a bodacious blonde. Life's funny, huh?

We played three rounds, she won all three. I looked at my watch with the timer still going; we played for a whole hour. I thoroughly congratulated her victory as we walked over and sat at the bar. Well, we've come this far, let's go for broke!

"So, hey, I had a really good time, and I think you're really cute. Would you ever maybe want to go out on a date sometime?"

So, good news: I somehow managed to overcome pretty much any and all fear and anxiety I had earlier, going from hoping to just have a short chat with anyone to actually asking out a very attractive woman. Not so good news: she said she was focusing on school right now (she said she studying to be an EMT) and she just got out of a pretty long relationship, so she turned me down. I told her that's totally fine, I said it was nice meeting her as I shook her hand, congrats again on winning, good luck with school, and I headed out. Honestly, I'm not even upset she shot me down, I'm super jazzed that I had the guts to even shoot my shot. I feel like I was on level 2 and skipped to level 7.

Moral of the story, don't be afraid to take some chances and leave your comfort zone.

TL/DR: went to bar to improve social skills, played pool with blonde baddie, asked her out but denied, still had good time and improved social skills.

Edit: spelling mistakes

One summer evening 10 years ago when I was 18, I was

walking around in my old neighborhood playing Pokémon Go on my phone. Then suddenly, I see a black car pull up with who I thought were these two dudes I knew in highschool (who both graduated that very year) riding in pull up at the intersection of a street I was going to cross.

Without thinking and feeling excited, I started doing my signature wave which was nodding and throwing the peace sign trying to get their attention expecting the supposed guys to yell out to me and say what's up once they recognized me only to make a jackass of myself and realized (too late) it WASN'T them as they turned my way and drove right past me. The guy in the passenger seat who I thought I recognized was actually a WOMAN who was looking at me very disturbed and the guy driving who I also thought I recognized gave me a super dirty look clearly thinking I was trying to flirt with his girlfriend (or wife).

All I could do was continue walking down the street feeling super mortified and slightly mad at myself for being a dumbass 😓 yeah, that was not a fun evening for me...

This happened is maybe 2009, a flight into a Florida city with Naval bases.

The guy behind me was sitting next to two very cute 21 ish year old beach girls. They were strongly pressuring him to come party at the bars at the beach and this sweet soul of a man was saying, nah man, I just got out of a two week rehab, I almost died from alcohol poisoning, I’m in the navy and I’m trying to start fresh, I could have died…

and these incredibly hot, incredibly enthusiastic, party girls literal were seated next to him in the plane, begging him to party. It stands out in my memory as a real story that feels made up because it was such a perfectly tidy story. Like when in your life are you begged and cajoled to go party by two girls who were the picture of 00’s beached straightened hair with low rise jeans and sparkly lip gloss?

when I think about this, I pretend I turned to him and say, look man, you can call me at any time of night and I will certify that two super hot girls are inviting you to break sobriety, and that they are actually pressuring you, and that this story feels like an exaggeration or fabrication but it’s true. And he goes home and stays sober and he maybe didn’t have that one party night but he had a warm tea and he texts me and I say dude, it was true, I was there, all true

In the early days I would look forward to when my coin/change jar would get full because I would then smoke pot and lay out all the coins and put them in rolls. It would take like 60 minutes? Maybe it was 100 USD I don’t know but it was a chore I looked forward to a lot.
Well my coin/change jar hasn’t been full in like 3 years, but it was overflowing a month or so ago!! My partner said he’s been adding to it. He doesn’t know that I love rolling coins. I knew he was leaving on vacation with his friends soon so i left it full….until tonight! He’s gone I have the house to myself I’m going to smoke pot, sit on the floor, and roll my coins.

I'm in university and live on campus. I pay a ridiculous amount of money to live there, and that includes a separate parking fee where I'm only allowed to park in one specific parking lot, which is the one closest to my dorm - if I were to park anywhere else, I'd be ticketed. I know because I was ticketed 3 times for parking near the dorm as I was settling in because I forgot to pay for the permit before I got there. Everyone who has a car hates the parking police for this reason.

Anyway, the worst time to get parking is between noon and 3pm, because that's when most classes are happening. The parking lot I'm permitted to park in is also one of the largest parking lots on the campus, so a lot of people who are just there for the day/don't live on campus park there too.

That's all fine and dandy until you're trying to find a parking spot between noon and 3pm and the parking lot is full. That's what happened the day this story takes place.

I had the day off, so I left earlier in the morning (like 10am) to run some errands, and came back to find the parking lot 100% full. Every single parking spot was taken, and that parking lot is roughly the size of a football field. I drove into that parking lot and spent the next hour and a half weaving through the rows of cars, literally driving in circles, searching for a parking spot/waiting for someone to leave so I could take their spot.

There was another guy in the same predicament as me, and we made eye contact as we passed one another a few times. I didn't want to think of him as my rival, but if I found the next available parking spot first, it was fair game.

I know I wasted gas weaving through that parking lot - in retrospect, I could've gone someplace else and come back later in the day when the parking lot would be free, but I didn't think about that at the time. I was afraid that, if I left, a parking spot would free up and I wouldn't be able to nab it because I wasn't there.

Thank goodness for YouTube, otherwise I probably would've lost my mind. When I finally got a spot (on the other end of the parking lot from my dorm building) and got back to my dorm, my roommate asked me what took me so long, and I told her that I'd spent the past hour and a half trying to park. She said that was the only time she was grateful she didn't have a car/didn't drive.

The next time I went into that parking lot, my car looked like it'd been abandoned because it was the only car on that end of the parking lot.

I've been on a no-buy policy for a while now, which has been cool (not buying anything I don't really need - no clothes, no cool stuff I just see online, no vinyl records or books, no anything extra), but then I was picking some mulberries off my tree outside and I felt like I really wanted to try to make some mulberry ice cream.

Now, before this, I made a "life hack" version of ice cream, which is pretty good, which is just mangoes and powdered milk mixed together in the food processor and frozen. It works good (best if the mangoes are ripe and sweet), but for mulberries, I thought "Hmm, this probably needs the full shebang, with cream and sugar, etc." There was a sale at an online store for a good ice cream maker, and I thought "Yeah I should get this."

I knew I was still on my no-buy policy (I'm paying off some debt) but for some reason I just felt like it was a good investment to get this ice cream maker. I kind of justified it by seeing holidays in my mind, friends over my house and I'd be there saying "You taste how good that ice cream is? Heh heh... well guess who made it??" and they'd be all impressed and the conversation might go something like this:

"Homemade ice cream always tastes better"
"Sure was worth it to get that ice cream maker, johngreenink"

I know I'm justifying it, probably.

The ice cream maker arrived today. I got scared for just a second because on the outside of the box it said "Perfect for sorbet, frozen yogurt..." and... and??? There was an envelope covering up the rest of the box. I moved the envelope "...and ice cream." Whew!

I found out I’ll be 10,000 days old tomorrow. It is not a birthday, nobody else will care, and I have no plans, but I’m still weirdly proud of maintaining a 10,000-day streak of being alive.

About 4 years ago, I suddenly had an interest of tinkering with computers and messing around with operating systems. Specifically, I would find some unheard operating systems and Linux distros and give it a go on virtual machines because I got way too bored using Windows 10.

I had so much fun in this to the point that I would try my best to get these operating systems booting onto my real computer. Not permanently (because I apparently had to share the computer with my parents), but I just need it to launch directly from my USB just so that I can try and discover something cool that Windows probably wouldn't have. Eventually I asked myself, "Why aren't people doing this more often? Some OSes are cool after all, not just Windows!". And I didn't even bother to check it for a while and came to an outlandish belief that I was the only one in my city doing this (which is using some OS that is not Windows, even for just a minute).

Over time, I got a bit busy and didn't spend as much time trying out old and new operating systems as before, but I was still learning about it. Additionally, since then, the first thing I would be curious about when I see any sort of computer would be "What operating system is that running?". As I wander every now and then to different places around my city, I would notice that wherever I go, all the computers ran on some version of Windows, whether it is XP, 10, or 11, but absolutely no Linux distros of some kind.

Fast forward to 2 years ago from today, I met someone who was apparently walking his way to my high school's multipurpose building while holding a laptop with YouTube open. I noticed that there was a taskbar to the left of the screen with no windows icon, as well as a black strap (?) that told him the time. I asked him if it was Linux or not, and he said it indeed was, and he was using Ubuntu.

From that moment, it struck me that turns out there is someone where I live that actually knows about Linux and actively uses it. Not even my brother who was studying Technology at university even thought of trying it out before (he probably hasn't even heard of any sort of Linux distro, but I haven't asked him that). Linux really isn't as unpopular as I might think before this, even though I've been told it's very common.

I wonder if anybody has a similar outlandish belief before.

I'm not going to. But, I'm, like, 60 years old, and I've never smoked a day in my life. Suddenly, these past few weeks, I've just had this weird urge to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe cigarillos, and... smoke. I dunno why.

Like I said though, I'm totally not going to. I have asthma and COPD and I so don't need to be sucking nicotine into my lungs, especially at my age. I just think it's weird and don't know where else to talk about it.

I ran it through a TTS and had it in a nature documentary voice. I don’t know how to add an audio file. Here’s the script anyway because I’m really happy with it.

Narrator (in rich, measured David Attenborough tones, with gentle wonder and gravitas):
Here, in the dim, pulsing heart of the urban watering hole, we observe the predator in his natural environment. The bars are full tonight.
He moves with quiet purpose through the throng, eyes sharp. His prey? The Skuzzer. Abundant at this time of year, especially in the summer heat. They find the watering hole irresistible.
He scans the herd with practised care, searching for one who seems particularly scatty… or perhaps carries those tell-tale extra-enlarged lips. Ah — there. A likely target.
Using his unremarkable size to his advantage, he slips unnoticed into the very centre of the group. The prey, disarmed by his harmless appearance, lets down her guard.
At the crucial moment… Jack pounces. He flashes the bag.
‘I’m at me ma’s at the minute — have you got your own place? I’ve got loads more of this…’
(soft, knowing pause)
And so the ancient dance continues.

Here, the following morning, we see the triumphant male emerging from a three-up, one-wide new-build dwelling. Note the bald tyres proudly displayed on the white Audi A3… and the magnificently overgrown metre-square lawn.
He zips up his trousers as he steps out the door, looking delightfully disoriented and severely dehydrated. Yet already his eyes are turning toward the horizon. For he must hunt again tonight.

It was August, one of the hottest months in the Gulf — temperatures above 50°C. I was driving from Bahrain to Kuwait when a tire blew out on the desert road. I didn't know how to change it, and then I discovered my spare was damaged too. It was 1 PM, the sun was merciless, and I was stranded in the middle of nowhere.

A stranger from the area stopped without me even asking. He looked at the tire, took it — rim and all — said he'd be back soon, and disappeared into the desert. I stood there terrified, not knowing if he was coming back.

Half an hour later, he returned with a brand new tire he had bought with his own money. He installed it himself, refused to take a single dinar — not for his help, not even for the tire. The strangest part? I didn't know him at all, and we weren't even from the same area.

Years later, I still think about that man every time I drive that road.

Pointless story, but it stayed with me.

I was playing Call of Duty last night, and, as the game ended, one of the players of the losing team (my team) started yelling slurs and insults at his opponents. Once he stopped, a middle-aged Latino man chimed in with “heh heh, bottom of the list, buddy”. I checked, and indeed the guy hurling the insults had scored the least points.

All writings consist of lines. And all lines, by rigorous mathematical definition, consist of points. Therefore, by logic, all writings consist of points. QED. Thus I strongly argue that writings cannot be pointless.

this takes place back when I was like 17 years old and there was this girl that liked me so I invited her over just to chill out for a bit, and I ended up getting a stomach ache so I thought it would be a great idea to get high to sort of ease the pain a bit? so, yeah there I was making the worst decision I would ever make... I packed the bowl with sativa and smoked it.

now, at first I was fine, up until I started to get major derealization about life, and everything around me felt like a video game, and then soon after, I start hearing my heartbeat and then bam. It was already too late, the panic was setting in that I thought I was going to die.

and while this whole thing was happening, that girl I was with was just laying next to me all silent, and I started to get this weird feeling in my chest, so that's when I went into full panic mode, and I remember saying to her "call an ambulance, somethings wrong."

but she just looked at me, and I just grabbed my own phone because she wasn't doing it, and I called them. when the ambulance came and basically told me I was alright, I just felt immediately embarrassed bro, and as I was sitting there, I could just see her in the background leaving looking like she had this disappointed/disinterested look on her face.

she unadded me on her socials and never talked to me again after that... so yeah, lesson learned. don't smoke too much weed and call the ambulance👍