Best: Probably when a doctor let me smoke in a hospital Worse: Some idiot at church assumed I was depressed because I have long hair lmao [spoiler]not included in the DLC[/spoiler]

Best: When I was really little, my mother worked in a Shell station that had some booths for folks to rest and eat and stuffs. I was too young for school and babysitters are expensive so I'd just hang out there all day reading and occasionally talking to truckers and bikers. I can't remember his name, but there was this older biker looking trucker that made the same route through there every once and awhile and he'd always hang out with me for a bit as he ate. He'd tell me stories of places he'd been, show me pictures, we'd talk about books, and best of all, he always brought me a small Lego set! Worst: My friend and I driving home from working at a comic book/game shop about an hour away. We take back roads because it avoids a toll and it's easier to get to my place out in the middle of nowhere anyway. Unfortunately, my friend driving is black. A cop follows us for a long ass time, then finally turns his lights on as we're about to cross county lines. Cop pulled him over and asks for his license and stuff, then another cop shows up, because apparently we are the most dangerous looking nerds they've ever -blam!-ing seen, and they tell him his insurance has expired. -blam!-ing what. So, they ask my friend to step out of the car and they FRISK HIM, then they do the same with me and it is not at all creepy the way this dude is groping me, then they put us both in separate cars to take me home and take him to jail. They wouldnt even let him roll the windows up, so his car was sitting there on the side of the road all night, and it rained.

I was working around a stage at a Las Vegas rave known as EDC, the Electric Daisy Carnival. Lights blaring, heavy bass rattling everything, it was windy too, as this was taking place out in the desert. An exceptionally inebriated woman who somehow had access to the area was going around trying to make out with each security guard one by one while a man in a suit kept trying to pull her away. A Japanese girl kept trying to offer me questionable substances after I helped find her cell phone. People were passed out with traffic cones and boxes on their heads. I met Bill Nye. I had to summon hazmat teams to clean up just about every type of body fluid you can imagine. I had to shove back a girl who tried to jump on the stage while Deadmau5 was performing. And worst of all, I had to share a hotel room with a co-worker over the course of the weekend. He didn't always clean up after himself. But you know what? I'd do it all again.

As odd as this will sound, I have a lot of good encounters with strangers, so I can't really pick one out, so here is the first one that came to mind after reading yours. I was in 3rd or 4th grade & I had gotten my first pocket knife at a flea market. Cheap little lockback knife made in Pakistan. Well, Pakistan steel is extremely soft & will lose its edge very quickly & this one might have lost to a butter knife in a sharp knife battle. My buddy was not home yet & I was waiting for him to arrive. To pass the time, I was whittling on a stick with some crazy idea to make a tiny spear or an arrow. I was having to hack at the stick pretty hard and I ended up slicing my thumb open, right on the knuckle. So there I am bleeding, buddy not home, no such thing as a cell phone to call my Mom or for help & scared out of my mind by the amount of blood. This old lady saw me & opened her door & called out to me, "Hey, you, boy! Git your ass over here & let me get you fixed up, then you can call your Mama!" I went over there & she cleaned the wound & dressed it, then we called my Mom. She even gave me a cookie, sadly it was not molasses though. [u]The Bad:[/u] In a way, this is the worst one mentally, but not physically. My buddy & I were walking down the road one day, we were about 14. This cool older car pulls up & it is this old man. He leans out & calls my buddy by name, says he is friends with his dad (yeah, you know where this is going). He offers us a ride home & this is something people used to do, so it wasn't like today. As we hop in, we notice the floor of his car is covered with a lot of "adult" magazines. He tells us we can look all we want & we do, but more because we felt we had to, not because we wanted to, it just felt weird. Next he starts asking us about which girls we found sexy, followed by more personal question of an "adult" nature. Out of no where, he asks us if we have ever played "show & tell" with each other before. We were like "Hell no, we ain't gay!” (we were 14 & it was a different time, I don't have any issues with people who are into the same sex now. Love is precious & we can't control who we love, just so ling as everyone is of age & is consenting.) This old dude starts telling us it is perfectly normal & he did it when he was our age, yada-yada. We look at each other & start making fun of him, hoping he will just pull over & kick us out, but no, he just reaches back over the seat & starts smacking us. My buddy, acts like he got hit in the gut & tells the dude he has to shit. "Man, let us out or I am going to shit all over your backseat! I ain't playin! Pull over now!" Dude pulls over & my buddy jumps out. The guy tries to keep me from getting out, but as he grabs my pants, I slice at him with my pocket knife, causing him to jerk back & giving me enough time to escape. We ran into the woods, found some branches to use as weapons & waited for him, but the old fart was too smart to come in the woods after us. He yelled threats at us & finally left, then we spent the rest of the day making our way through the woods to my house, scared out of our minds. No one believed us & we got our asses whupped for being so late getting home. No idea if the old sicko ever got caught, but I hope like hell he died a horrible death without ever touching another kid. This is part of why I hate those types so much. I do not like to hate, but yeah, for those types, I make a serious exception & providing I do not catch a ban, this shows you young folk that those people are out there & don't be an idiot like we were back then.

Best: during my Christmas temp work a father and his daughter passed me by and the little girl goes “daddy why does that boy have blue hair?” And the dad goes “because he likes it and it looks really nice, people can be what they want”. Made me feel valid and restored my faith in humanity. Worst; went into my geography teacher’s classroom to speak to her about my course work, and one of the year 9’s (what ever grade you’re in if your 13/14) piped up saying “f**k off f***ot”. This was after I openly came out and yeah. Pissed me off.

When I was 15 I went on a plane by myself for the first time. While sitting in the boarding room lounge, this [u]severely[/u] burned guy sat beside me. When I say severely, I mean this guy looked like a melted wax mannequin. He was wearing a straw hat and what looked like pyjamas. He started talking to me about customs and airport security, and how they take dangerous items off of you. ...until he pulled a sharpened nail file from his pocket and said (very proudly and loudly) “But they didn’t get [i]THIS[/i] one!!! Aaaahahahaha” A minute later airport security walked him away lol. Was very random.

How have you guys spoken to two or more strangers?

What, you think I have actually social interaction? Pffffft. No seriously I cannot think of anything like that for the life of me.