“Moved Across The Country For A Guy”: 50 Times People Gambled Big And Won Very Little

I started smoking. Like wtf is this stupid s**t? It has literally no benefit it just makes me uncomfortable when I don't do it and when I do it as well. F**k cigarettes.

Go to work every day and work in close proximity to dozens of people during a pandemic for less than $500/wk

Be a nurse on a covid unit.

I leave my small children and go work 12 hour shifts to get cussed out, swung at, spat on, called names, and other vile things. Meanwhile, my patients are desatting and declining rapidly from covid-19.


Nursing was a thankless job before this pandemic, but with the potential risk of infecting myself or kids, and the obvious PTSD from all the death, I’m seriously considering changing careers.

In primary school, I was involved in a whodunnit type forensics course one semester. At the end of the course, after we'd solved the crime, we did a "trial" to present our evidence and convict the m******r.

I played the part of the m******r. I wound up missing half the trial because I thought escaping and going on the run was in character, and the door was right there. The "police" in the trial had to bring me back in at least twice.

Luckily the teacher had a sense of humour and rolled with it, rather than declaring me a disruption to the class.

Climbing up a water tower when drunk to find a friend. Turns out said friend was not even lost. He was yelling at me from the base of the tower.

Whilst building a house, the second floor had an I beam that extended our into nowhere that needed to be painted with rust protection paint. The floor had not been installed yet and the joists were still going in. To save time, I shimmied out to the end of the beam and started painting. Every breath of wind made the whole thing sway. Just my movements made it wiggle a fair bit. Nearly took a six meter swan dive to a concrete floor about 12 times. I could have painted it after the floor was in but that would mean laying down drop sheets and lots of messing around. Should have waited. Was a totally stupid thing to do.

Going way beyond the speed limit when I first started driving.

Once got in a fit of road rage...

- A guy cut me off on the interstate, so I honked at him (wasn't a quick honk, it was a longer one, few seconds)

- Guy slows down and matches the speed of the car in the right lane, so I'm blocked now.

- I flash my headlights and honk again

- He proceeds to spit out his sunroof and it hits my windshield

- He then accelerates heavily back to speed

- I floor it, move to the right lane and move to pass him

- He floors it, now we're both going faster (definitely got over 85mph, limit was 65 IIRC)

- Coming up quickly on a delivery truck in the right lane (he's still in the left, I'm in the right) I punch it harder

- I just barely get in ahead of him then cut him off, maybe 50ft before the delivery truck.

- I slow down and match the speed of the delivery truck. Wait for probably a minute at that speed (speed limit) then pass the delivery truck and move right. (he had been tailgating me and half driving on the shoulder)

- Guy floors and flies past, I return to going 5 over the speed limit.

Lots of risk, zero reward. I was a complete idiot and there was nothing to gain. Saved no time and endangered at least 3 lives, if not more (mine, other guy, and delivery truck).

Told this story before but it's been a while.

My friends and I used to break into expensive looking houses and use their showers. This was in the late 90s when ridiculous showers were in vogue and we wanted to know if they were actually any good (for the most part they were not). We never stole anything (well, except water). We brought our own towels and toiletries. We were very careful about who we "hit" and made sure they had set schedules and no children or pets. The reward was a s****y shower. We risked jail time.

Balanced on the top rung of a six meter ladder to change a light bulb at work.

I was in band in h**h school, I had a friend from middle school that was also involved in athletics at the time and the two of us were outcasts among the greater band nerd population and often got talked down to, which even our instructor would join in on from time to time.

At the time flipping backpacks was popular (taking things out of the backpack, flipping the backpack inside-out, returning the items to the bag and zipping the bag back up).

One day when we had a substitute in and he had the class watch the typical BS Mozart movie from the 80s again. I found a mega bag of zip ties and convinced my buddy to help me flip every students backpack, zip tie the bags closed, and then zip tie the bags into the instrument lockers while everyone watched the movie.

If we got caught and reported the instructor 100% would have suspended us, so we were on extra edge and right as we were wrapping up the substitute locked eyes with us from across the room and realized what was going on and decided to pretend nothing happened and we completed the mission right on time. The class was very pissed as the lights flicked on and they saw what had unfolded.

The substitute came back for a class later that year and talked to us saying he had to actively try not to lose his s**t when he saw what was going on.

I f*****g love you Mr Hudson.

Hid an a*****e boyfriend from the cops. Ended up breaking up with him afterwards and going to jail for a day(I was super lucky, harboring a fugitive is a felony, folks). I risked having a permanent felony on my record for a dude without a job who regularly verbally abused me. Without a doubt the stupidest thing I’ve ever done because I thought I loved him and wanted to be with him forever.

I used to dive in ponds at golf courses to collect the lost b***s and clean/sort them to sell back to the courses. It's unbelievable just how many snakes, alligators, and leeches live in those things. I made less than minimum wage (around 6ish at the time) and had countless close calls with critters. However, the most dangerous creatures on golf courses are old people. They do not give a f**k if you're working, they will absolutely send b***s of hard plastic hurdling at your head at 50mph without a second thought, then get pissed when their ball hit your tank or cart and split open, then demand you hand over some of your recovered b***s in compensation.

Edit: I have been informed golf b***s fly much faster than 50mph.

Another edit: Yes, the course was always informed when we were there, and they were usually the ones to make the appointments. We quarantined off the area with bright tape and cones with signs and the golfers were either informed to steer clear of the area or the course shut down for a couple hours. It depends on the course though. Some people believe those rules are a suggestion and ignore all of it, especially in places without barriers or fences around the course.

One more edit: This was in Florida, hence the density of dangerous wildlife.

I was working as a chef in a gourmet bar/restaurant, and I’d become somewhat of a teachers pet in the form of my managers favourite employee because I was never late, covered shifts etc (not for his sake, I wanted more money). New guy started and he was just awful, only got 2 weeks into the job before almost being sacked but I wanted to teach him the ways. Anyway, one day he carelessly left a cloth on an open flame during prep in the morning of Valentine’s Day (our biggest revenue generator) and the fire ravaged through about 1/4 of the kitchen, including the stock, the microwaves, the cooker and the veg prep area. And for some stupid f*****g reason I said it was my fault when the manager was on the warpath, thinking the new guy would be saved and I’d just take a humongous bollocking for being stupid and all would be fine eventually...

Nope. I got sacked. He threw me out.

To this day I will never ever ever understand why I put my neck into that guillotine of fire.

Moved across the country for a guy. Got married, now divorced, hate it here, no family.

Taking a year in a program I wasn’t interested in to try and get a girl, who turned me down instantly.

I swam in the Zambezi when I was drunk on a tiger fishing trip. Still can't believe I was that stupid. For those that don't know, its infested with hippos and crocs, known for taking people.

Decided to see how fast I could get up to on a nearby neighborhood road. Driving my mother's car no less. Got up to 80mph in around 6 seconds I think, and by the time I realized I should be slowing down the tires were screeching as I tried to stay on the road.

It was a mostly straight neighborhood road (35mph) that curved near the end leading to a four way stop. I got up to 80 right where the road began to curve, and as I was turning I was going so fast that I went over into the other lane, just a foot or two from going up over the curb.

Slowed down and brought the car to a stop at the intersection and my family member sitting in the passenger seat looked over at me as if he had just s**t the life right out of himself.

I was 19 at the time, and got my license that same summer. My passenger was 16. I've never had such a powerful moment of instant regret after that day. I didnt feel cool at all. I could've k**led a pedestrian, a child, or myself and my family member.

That was the day I truly learned that I could lose my life, and have respected all traffic laws since (well, to a reasonable extent). I'm only glad that we came out completely unharmed.

I was a free intern for a flower shop. One day there was a shady person walking in the store basement. Somebody said he stole something from the shop and fled to the basement. The shop was in an apartment building, street level and the basement led to all over the building. So they said to me a 16 y/o girl to go to the basement and check the situation out. Well I was young and dumb and went. Thank god I found no one.

Sent my boss a glitter b**b, never told anyone who sent it. The whole organization, thousands of people, know it happened, boss flipped out when glitter went everywhere. I’ll never tell anyone.

Little more background. No one likes this boss. I actually accidentally walked in to bosses office the second after it was open by accident. Glitter, everywhere, all over them, a huge pile on their desk, and scattered around the computer, keyboard, their hair, the carpet. They were pissed, and I had to stand there and wait for the reaction, which was nuclear melt down...

They tried everything to figure it out... the company is great and they will not disclose lol... everyone was questioned lol... in the end everyone just went about their business, and the boss looked bad for blowing it out of proportion trying to rally their bosses to find me out... I was terrified I’d be found out and ~~fired~~ punished. (I had already been fired from my position by this person for communicating a work stoppage)

This was very long ago and I no longer work for the organization, they are no longer with the company, in a strange twist, the boss was removed from her position for being a monster.