The Red Arrow Incident

We’d like to thank Justin Gish for the following story.

red arrow highway signI was driving up Red Arrow Highway, on my way to the Stray Dog Bar and Grill, when a silver Beetle came up fast behind me. The car followed me close for a mile, so I sped up, cursing the bastard who would tailgate me on a two-lane highway. As my speed increased, the Beetle fell back, so my anger ebbed as I pulled into town and idled at a stoplight. But as I waited for permission to turn left, that damn Beetle pulled up beside me and I got worked up again.

I wanted to get a look at the cat who got my blood pressure up a few miles back and boy was I surprised when the driver turned out to be Bill Murray. I no longer wanted to tell him what I thought of his driving; I was sure he didn’t mean anything by it. But, seeing as it was Bill Murray, I had to say something.

silver vw beetleHis window was down, so I rolled mine down as well and leaned across my empty passenger seat. He was still looking dead ahead, not even a glance in my direction, so I yelled “FORE!” and he dropped like a prairie dog about to be leveled by a Jeep. After he popped back up, he looked my way and I told him that The Razor’s Edge was my favorite movie. He just smiled, shook his head, and said, “Nobody will ever believe you.”

Saving the Day in Santa Monica

We’d like to thank Mark for sharing today’s story.

I had just moved to LA when I was pulled over by a police officer. My offense? Somebody took the registration tag off my license plate before I moved. My car was registered, though, so the officer let me go on my way, but told me I had to go to the DMV for a new tag. A few days later, I had an appointment at the local DMV in Santa Monica.

When called to the designated numbered stall to hand in my paperwork, I was met with a charge of 18 dollars. Sure, $18 doesn’t seem like a lot, but my feeling was “Why should I have to pay for someone stealing from me”. Giving my money to the DMV would be like being burglarized twice, except, for the second time, I just hand the thief cash. Continue reading

Mustard and Pastrami on Rye

We’d like to thank Adam for this story:

In the summer of 2008, my ex and I helped a friend of hers move to NYC. We drove the U-Haul up after she had flown up and secured herself an apartment. On our drive, we had an hours-long conversation about the random occurrences and silly things we had experienced prior to meeting one another; little did we know this trip would bring us both a new thing to add to our lists.

After we had gotten her friend settled, we decided to stay a few extra days to catch an upcoming show at Webster Hall. The night of the show arrived and we stopped to grab a bite to eat at a deli before making it over to the concert. As we sat eating pastrami on ryes and chit chatting, a guy came walking into the restaurant, went behind the counter, and made himself a soft drink. An employee confronted the man, which caused us to look up and take notice that it was Bill Fucking Murray.

Upon realizing that he was there, my ex grabbed my phone and started to snap a picture. As quickly as she put the phone up, he approached and grabbed the phone, snapping it closed. He then put the phone down on the table, grabbed a bottle of mustard, opened it, and squeezed what was left onto my ex’s sandwich. We practically burst into tears; we were dying with laughter. He began to walk away, quietly saying, “No one will ever believe you“, as he threw a $20 bill on the table.

Renting Some Movies at Blockbuster

We’d like to thank Calypte for this story:

I was working at Blockbuster in the Poconos late one night. The CSR on duty was in the back getting stuff to re-stock the snack shelves when, all of a sudden, Bill Murray walked in. The store was completely silent, since I had already turned off the overhead TVs, and was empty except for the two of us. So he walked around for about 2 minutes and eventually came up to the counter with Caddy Shack and Ghostbusters.

“Which one do you suggest?” he asked me completely serious, as if he had never heard of the two films. I looked at him bewildered for a moment than said “Ghostbusters…It’s a classic…” He reached over the counter, unlocked the magnetic lock on the case, deactivated the security strip, then grinned and walked out of the store before I could even react. I ran to the door after him and, before getting into his car, he turned around for a moment and mouthed to me “No one will ever believe you”.