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Beezer

Beezer

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So I'll tell a story.

In the 1960's, my Dad won a $5.00 bet with his co-worker. His pal was a real character and had the 5 dollar bill laminated before he gave it to my father...so it was rendered useless.

Dad thought that was so funny that he kept the laminated 5 in his wallet as a good luck charm. Well, Pop met this guy almost 30 years later at a work function and the guy brought up the story about the bill. Dad said to him, "I'll bet you another 5 I've got that laminated bill on me in my wallet as we speak." His former co-worker was floored when Dad pulled out the bill!

Any random stories of your own you'd like to share on this quiet Sunday morning?
 

I once received a counterfeit $10 bill as change at an area Petsmart store. I didn’t notice it until after leaving the store. I just chalked it up as a loss rather than return to the store where I’d have the hassle of talking to a store manager, perhaps the police, and maybe be suspected myself. A hard lesson learned: Always look at your change as you receive it… 💵
 
On my first trip to Egypt (early 80's) and after visiting the Pyramids, a group of us hit the Bazaars in Ciaro.
We spent a great deal of time in one where we haggled over the prices and had sweet, hot tea.

I decided on a Cartouche with my name in hieroglyphs and an inlayed jewelery box for my mother.
Running low on funds, the owner said he'd take my 'plastic card' for payment.
Told him it was an American Gas Credit card and not for normal purchases.

He said "no problem".

Ok, I said and he swiped the card.

I never received a bill from the gas company and always wondered about it for years.
 
I had a golf membership at my local course when I was 17 years old.

One overcast day, I was matched with 3 older men in their 40's. I felt I held my own during our conversations, and yes...I was slowly becoming a man. That was until the 18th tee.

One of the men in the group was about to tee off when he looked down the fairway and exclaimed, "What the hell is that?!" This mad woman in a blue housecoat and pink slippers and umbrella was running down the middle of the fairway towards us! She was yelling, "Patrick! You get in the car right now!! You're going to get struck by lightning!!"

I sheepishly turned to my golf partners and cheeped, "That's my Mom."

Mom drove from the house...spotted me from the parking lot on the 18th tee...then came running after me. Of course as a teenager I was humiliated, but looking back I know it was all out of love and concern. Mom has dementia now and has no recollection of that event. But boy, I sure remember it! lol!
 
I won a $5 bet on a golf game with a manager from where I worked. I won the bet and after the game I expected him to pay up. He did not, and since I did not know him very well, I did not ask. A few weeks later I saw the guy at work, and he asked me to stop by his office. When I went to see him, he handed me a small picture frame. He said he thought I might enjoy something to remind me when I beat him in golf. He had a picture he took of us at the golf course with a five-dollar bill folded inside the picture frame glass. I still keep that picture in my office. I got to know this manager better over the years and he was a really nice guy. I never was able to beat him again in golf...
 
I went on a golfing vacation in North Carolina in my early 20's.

I lost a signed-by-me golf ball in the rough on a course on a Monday. Three days later on a different course, a man duffed his tee shot and his ball rolled right up to my feet. I looked down at the golf ball, and it was my signed ball that I had lost on that other course three days earlier.

A statistician would have a field day trying to compute the odds of this ever happening. I was mindblown! Still am, which is why I'm bringing up this story 35 years later.

The guy was like, "Oh yeah...I found that ball a few days ago. You can keep it if it's yours." My buddy playing partners were like, "Oh, that's kinda cool."

Me? I was completely flabbergasted! I kept trying to impress upon them how incredible this occurrence was but neither of them cared very much. The whole event still boggles my mind!
 
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Ah, golf stories....


Who dost thou think thou art?

Between oil field jobs, I worked at a private golf course.
River Oaks Country Club.
Quite the area, and a good example of how things once were.
River Oaks blvd had this huge entry gate. More symbolic than functional.
It separated tiny houses outside the gate from the mansions within.
Pillared edifices with huge manicured grounds lined the boulevard, ending with the ‘club house’, pillars, fountains, white jacketed people of color opening doors, stepping, fetching. ‘Yah, suh’.

I was mowing tees one Saturday morning, and shut my equipment down to give the twosome a shot at the green on this par three.
These guys were owners of things, like NFL teams.
Before they got into their swing regimen I asked if any of them knew what time it was.
‘Is he talking to you?’
I didn’t realize that my ranking as a member of the human race did not rate higher than a third person, an entity to ignore, snub, or order to bring something.

‘They wouldn’t give me the time of day’ became a reality for me that morning.

I watched the dried up bitter old geezer twist his beef jerky torso and flail his pretzel arms, culminating in a feeble swing, sending yet another worm burner halfway to the hole.

Sad, but this, among all atrocious, is what I hate most.
Yeah, there’s idiots that happen to drive, kids (18-28) that need a good spanking, and haters that in reality fear people that are not like them, and just downright mean people.

But, I so wish for the self-appointed royalty to be brought down, disrobed of their haughtiness, and abased in front of their subjects.
 
Back in the 80's, I returned to my home base and was informed I was under investigation.
Seems multiple people had seen me intoxicated and wrecking a Red British Call Box on base.
Since I had been out of country at the time of the crime, I was cleared.

Fast forward to 6 months later, our unit played in a Softball tournament on the base at Crete.
One of the guys on my team told me I HAD to go over to where another team was playing and check out the players.
There he was. Same height, same build, same greying hair and same mannerisms. It was like watching myself on 2nd base.

When his game was over, I walked up and the shocked look on his face told me he saw the same thing.
We talked a bit about where we were from. Nothing about our lives matched up.
By then, people were stopping to watch us together.
Guys on my team said it was the spookiest thing they had seen; we didn't just look alike,
was like one of us was a Clone of the other.

Never had the courage to bring this up with my parents.
 
Gary O' said:
Ah, golf stories....
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A guy I knew at work once invited me to play a round of golf with him at this private club where he was a member. I think he was curious how much game I had because he was looking for a partner for an upcoming tournament. While we were playing I spotted a friend of mine who worked there and was mowing the grass. I walked over and said hi to him, we talked a bit then I was back playing again.

When I got back from talking to my friend, I was told by that we don't talk to the help here. At first I thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. I realized this place was way out of my comfort zone. Never played with him or at that course again.
 
Feelslikefar said:
Back in the 80's, I returned to my home base and was informed I was under investigation.
Seems multiple people had seen me intoxicated and wrecking a Red British Call Box on base.
Since I had been out of country at the time of the crime, I was cleared.

Fast forward to 6 months later, our unit played in a Softball tournament on the base at Crete.
One of the guys on my team told me I HAD to go over to where another team was playing and check out the players.
There he was. Same height, same build, same greying hair and same mannerisms. It was like watching myself on 2nd base.

When his game was over, I walked up and the shocked look on his face told me he saw the same thing.
We talked a bit about where we were from. Nothing about our lives matched up.
By then, people were stopping to watch us together.
Guys on my team said it was the spookiest thing they had seen; we didn't just look alike,
was like one of us was a Clone of the other.

Never had the courage to bring this up with my parents.
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That is spooky.
I was going to counter with my father's looking so much like Jame Coburn he actually met him because of it, but your story is better.
 
I had a doppleganger as a kid. It was very unsettling. I first saw her when I was about 8 in Miami Beach and then I saw her in my neighborhood. We would just look at each other uncomfortably. I think I saw her twice in my neighborhood, so I only saw her around 3 times total. We didn't like it.
 
Pepper said:
I had a doppleganger as a kid. It was very unsettling. I first saw her when I was about 8 in Miami Beach and then I saw her in my neighborhood. We would just look at each other uncomfortably. I think I saw her twice in my neighborhood, so I only saw her around 3 times total. We didn't like it.
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Do you remember the Twlight Zone episode about dopplegangers?
 
Ok now I have to look up doppelgänger as I haven’t a clue what it is. 🤷‍♀️
A ghostly double that’s considered evil.
Can’t say I’ve encountered such a thing.
 
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