Creepy People

fryup · 03-03-2012 11:17AM

just travel on Dublin bus...you'll see them everyday

TeddyTedson · 03-03-2012 11:28AM

I worked as a landscaper briefly when I was 18 and a woman came up to me and the lad I was working with.
He was doing all the talking with her and I just stayed quiet. Then she started talking about me as if I wasn't there which seemed really odd, and started talking to him about the bone structure of my face and said how we had lots of foreigners over here now and that she lived in such a country when she was younger and had lots of servants ect ect. In the end she asked where exactly I was from and if I had any English at all. She had guessed I was from Hungry.
I bit weird but not quite creepy, but if I was female and she was male it probably would have been.

Scruffles · 03-03-2012 11:34AM

Ellis Dee wrote: »

Mental.:D Health.:D Issues.:rolleyes:

indeed,sometimes people may seem odd due to other disabilities,especialy those whom its very hidden in and otherwise seem neurologicaly or cognitively typical.

sometimes its nothing to do with issues,but its the culture of where a persons from that differs.

The King of Moo · 03-03-2012 12:03PM

When I was working in a supermarket during college, there was a woman in her fifties working there who was quite slow.
She'd always seem to ask me to help her push her trolley when it was very heavy, and often she'd try to give me 50p after I'd helped her, and would keep insisting no matter how much I refused it.
Then as I was walking away she'd keep staring after me, smiling with her mouth open (though it was always open), for as long as possible.
I can't really label her with deliberately creepy behaviour, and I couldn't help but be nice to her, but it was very creepy nonetheless.

When on the subway in New York, a very petite woman in a short Chinese-style dress sat across from me.
At the next stop, a walking emodiment of all clichés about New York construction workers (hes looked justs likes this guys) sat beside me.
He was huge, about seven foot tall and massively overweight, wearing a vest and jeans absolutely covered in dirt and dust from work. He was sweating heavily and breathing through his mouth very audibly, in a breathing-down-the-phone kind of way.
Shortly after sitting down he turned to me, gestured towards the girl across from us (all of two feet away) and said, not-so-quietly, in his strong old-school, pre-hipster Brooklyn accent "Hey buddy, look at that!"
I believe I whispered "Uh, sorry?"
He continued: "Check that out huh? She's gawgeous! Man, I'd love to f*ck her!"
He wasn't really making any effort to speak quietly, and I looked to the woman, who must've heard, but she didn't seem to have. Maybe she was used to it and was ignoring him.
He kept going on, and started asking my opinion on the matter of the young girl across from us."Hey buddy, you like to f*ck that girl, huh? Man, she's so hot."
I didn't want to answer as she'd surely hear me, but I also didn't want to disappoint this man as he was quite big and scary. I may have made some vague, noncommittal sounds like "buh" and "ah," and might even have nodded as she wasn't looking directly at us.
I must admit that the thought of acting chivalrous and telling him sternly that he ought to be a gentleman never occurred to me, maybe because the girl didn't seem bothered.
After what seemed like an eternity, the girl got off and the guy didn't speak to me again. While I wasn't being creeped upon, I was dragged uncomfortably into the creepzone and forced to become complicit in the creeping.

Groinshot · 03-03-2012 12:18PM

Just had a guy come into me in work asking to pick up his laptop that he left with us. I looked up the details, he picked it up three years ago.... Started muttering something about how time just flies and he was terribly sorry....

foxyboxer · 03-03-2012 12:22PM

Really ****ty 'flirting' skills does not equate creepiness.

Checkout: "That'll be 1.69"
Brad Pitt: "I'll give you more than one.

"
Checkout: *me gusta*

cloud493 · 03-03-2012 12:23PM

There's some fella at the bus stop I get on in the mornings. He's got a Scottish accent, he's always wearing the same tracksuit, stinks of piss. Has a watch on both wrists. Talks to himself a lot, and he walks up the pavement, by the bus stop, and stops to tell everyone 'its 8.33am, its 8.34am'. One time he asked me for a smoke, I gave him one, and he tore it up and threw it into the road.

cloptrop · 03-03-2012 12:24PM

Groinshot wrote: »

Just had a guy come into me in work asking to pick up his laptop that he left with us. I looked up the details, he picked it up three years ago.... Started muttering something about how time just flies and he was terribly sorry....

Cool story bro needs more dragons.
Did he get his laptop back or have you since lost it in these 3 years.

krudler · 03-03-2012 12:35PM

I was getting a really late bus back from Dublin to Limerick one night, last bus home type thing, and there was a guy wearing wellies carrying a Quinnsworth bag, with what looked like the end of a tail pipe of a car sticking out of it,he was a mouth breather too, and even though there was an entire bus with only two other people on it at the time, he sat directly behind me, buses are scary places

cojack101 · 03-03-2012 12:38PM

I can sympathise.

I only started working retail last year, and my god some people give me the creeps.

I bounce between different shops around the south side for the same company, and it's the same pervs coming into each shop, no matter the location.

We are all probably talking about the same 20 or 30 whackadoos!!

cloptrop · 03-03-2012 12:39PM

I have a big black ugly cellmate weirdo , he is sitting here watching everything I ty,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

On a serious note I worked in a chemist on grafton street when in school and the same fella came into the girls asking about the condoms nearly every weekend. Asking them which ones were the best and which ones did they use. Funnily enough he was never barred just ignored.
He must have been spending a fortune to get away with it.

grindle · 03-03-2012 01:33PM

Preface: I am a skinny, effeminate, nerdy male, aged 29.

Was just after finishing work one Thursday, 9pm.
Head to the bus-stop, music pumping away in my earbuds, the usual routine of nod-head, tap-foot 'til the bus comes... But to the right of me, there's some middle-aged prick bopping along to the same tempo as me, while looking me up and down, perverted goofy smile on him. I can smell the ten pints off him, and he's five feet away, so I start thinking "run, or twist balls, run, twist..."
His mouth starts moving. I pretend this didn't happen. He walks up to me, and starts talking loud enough that I'd have to hear, so I take one bud out, and he repeats his spiel:

"You're having' a nice little boogie for yourself there, aren't you? Hnnnng hnnng hnnnnng..."

"I guess so."

"Looks nice, hnnnng.", with his palm rubbing slowly across his belly.

"The BUS!" which I sounded too excited for, was finally here. But this is where I make a fateful mistake.
Never get on the bus BEFORE the weirdo who's speaking to you.
I walk to my seat, innocently thinking "la la la la laaaaa, no more weirdo, awesome, sitting on bus, ignore ignore ignore, sit, sit sit, sit sit".
He sits down beside me. I find it incredibly tough to be rude unless drunk, then I'm a cünt. So this is it. He's sitting beside me, on the bus, nudging at me to take my earbuds out, trying to talk to me. Thinking he might snap in a stupor, I do.
"So, I suppose you're heading home, are you? Hnnnng..."
God that fücking "Hnnnnnnnng" thing, this weird desperate outward breath that says "Want to fück."
"I am," I say, "off home to my girlfriend." hoping to fück that this'll throw him off the scent.
"Ooh, I bet she's gorgeous, with a fabulous man like you on her arm... Hnnnnng..."
"Eh, uh, yeah... Ahm... Yeah, I suppose."
"I'd say ye're beautiful together... Hnnng... I suppose you'll be riding' her when you're back... Hnnnnnnnnnnnnng..."
Sensing an opportunity to at least make it jokey...
"Nah, we've been going out five years, sex doesn't exist anymore..."
"Oh, I'll bet it does. I'd say she likes it good and hard, from a fabulous man such as yourself... Hnnnnnnnng... I'd say she does, and I'd say you give it good..."
Now, I am in no way fabulous, but gays tend to like me, which is grand... But not great when cornered against a bus-window.
I can hear the people behind me stifling laughter.
"So, eeeeeehhhh, what're YOU doing tonight, got a wife to go home to, ah, ride?"
"No, I'll be all alone... Hnnnnng... No sex... Hnnnnng..."
"Ah well, it's over-rated. Make yourself a bacon sandwich. Much better."
He starts getting depressed-looking, ignores me, and gets off at the next bus-stop.
"OH THANK FUUUCK!", and the people behind me break their holes laughing.

Fin.

Dudess · 03-03-2012 01:36PM

Sauve wrote: »

If they were hot young guys would they be as creepy?

In fairness Sauve, that point is fair enough when a girl is complaining about a guy merely saying hi, striking up a conversation etc, but the thing the guy said to the OP when she was kneeling is borderline harassment. And the other stuff she describes is weird and cringey full stop, no matter what the person's looks are like. There's a line.

cloptrop · 03-03-2012 01:44PM

grindle wrote: »

Preface: I am a skinny, effeminate, nerdy male, aged 29.

Was just after finishing work one Thursday, 9pm.
Head to the bus-stop, music pumping away in my earbuds, the usual routine of nod-head, tap-foot 'til the bus comes... But to the right of me, there's some middle-aged prick bopping along to the same tempo as me, while looking me up and down, perverted goofy smile on him. I can smell the ten pints off him, and he's five feet away, so I start thinking "run, or twist balls, run, twist..."
His mouth starts moving. I pretend this didn't happen. He walks up to me, and starts talking loud enough that I'd have to hear, so I take one bud out, and he repeats his spiel:

"You're having' a nice little boogie for yourself there, aren't you? Hnnnng hnnng hnnnnng..."

"I guess so."

"Looks nice, hnnnng.", with his palm rubbing slowly across his belly.

"The BUS!" which I sounded too excited for, was finally here. But this is where I make a fateful mistake.
Never get on the bus BEFORE the weirdo who's speaking to you.
I walk to my seat, innocently thinking "la la la la laaaaa, no more weirdo, awesome, sitting on bus, ignore ignore ignore, sit, sit sit, sit sit".
He sits down beside me. I find it incredibly tough to be rude unless drunk, then I'm a cünt. So this is it. He's sitting beside me, on the bus, nudging at me to take my earbuds out, trying to talk to me. Thinking he might snap in a stupor, I do.
"So, I suppose you're heading home, are you? Hnnnng..."
God that fücking "Hnnnnnnnng" thing, this weird desperate outward breath that says "Want to fück."
"I am," I say, "off home to my girlfriend." hoping to fück that this'll throw him off the scent.
"Ooh, I bet she's gorgeous, with a fabulous man like you on her arm... Hnnnnng..."
"Eh, uh, yeah... Ahm... Yeah, I suppose."
"I'd say ye're beautiful together... Hnnng... I suppose you'll be riding' her when you're back... Hnnnnnnnnnnnnng..."
Sensing an opportunity to at least make it jokey...
"Nah, we've been going out five years, sex doesn't exist anymore..."
"Oh, I'll bet it does. I'd say she likes it good and hard, from a fabulous man such as yourself... Hnnnnnnnng... I'd say she does, and I'd say you give it good..."
Now, I am in no way fabulous, but gays tend to like me, which is grand... But not great when cornered against a bus-window.
I can hear the people behind me stifling laughter.
"So, eeeeeehhhh, what're YOU doing tonight, got a wife to go home to, ah, ride?"
"No, I'll be all alone... Hnnnnng... No sex... Hnnnnng..."
"Ah well, it's over-rated. Make yourself a bacon sandwich. Much better."
He starts getting depressed-looking, ignores me, and gets off at the next bus-stop.
"OH THANK FUUUCK!", and the people behind me break their holes laughing.

Fin.

Dude you play your earphones so loud everyone at the bus stop and on the bus has to listen to your ****. You stand at bus stop dancing . D o you ever wonder if ypu brought a gay come on on yourself.

grindle · 03-03-2012 02:06PM

cloptrop wrote: »

Dude you play your earphones so loud everyone at the bus stop and on the bus has to listen to your ****. You stand at bus stop dancing . D o you ever wonder if ypu brought a gay come on on yourself.

Dude, my earphones aren't that loud, they're in-ear and I don't want to be deaf. I was nodding my head, and my knee was jittering along. That makes ME the bad one?
Are you one of these people who thinks short skirts=rape?

cloptrop · 03-03-2012 02:11PM

grindle wrote: »

Dude, my earphones aren't that loud, they're in-ear and I don't want to be deaf. I was nodding my head, and my knee was jittering along. That makes ME the bad one?
Are you one of these people who thinks short skirts=rape?

Ha ha no a homosexual come on is not the same as rape , that is racist or whatever it would come under.Your music was loud enough for him to dance to, he just thought you were gay he tried to chat you up. Its hardly rape.
Homophobic thats the word I was looking for .

SirLemonhead · 03-03-2012 02:12PM

grindle wrote: »

"Oh, I'll bet it does. I'd say she likes it good and hard, from a fabulous man such as yourself... Hnnnnnnnng... I'd say she does, and I'd say you give it good..."

Suit you sir! :pac:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1fMf8CB7jE

Fromthetrees · 03-03-2012 02:35PM

This happened when I was 18.
My friend had just moved into a house share with people he didn't know, we went back there one night after town for more beers. His house mate (a 45 year old tubby man) came into the living room and we gave him a beer, my buddy fell asleep so me and the house mate were just left to chat away, house mate said he had a bit of hash up in his room if I wanted to go up and have a smoke, I said great so we headed up to his room, continued drinking and talking, he made a smoke and passed it on, he then went to the CD player and put on Savage Garden, he asked did I like them, I just said they're grand, the next words out of his mouth when he sat down were do you want to have sex now, I said no I have a girlfriend, he said okay are you sure, I said I'll talk to you later bhoy, he said okay bye nice talking to you.

:eek:

:(:o:mad::pac:

Dudess · 03-03-2012 02:42PM

Must be lonely for a lot of older gay men in Ireland - might not feel able to tell anyone close to them, but it doesn't excuse coming on to guys without establishing that they're gay.

cloptrop · 03-03-2012 02:47PM

Do men tell you they are straight before coming on to you?

Gummy Panda · 03-03-2012 03:02PM

Dudess wrote: »

Must be lonely for a lot of older gay men in Ireland - might not feel able to tell anyone close to them, but it doesn't excuse coming on to guys without establishing that they're gay.

They should have a secret handshake

Logical Fallacy · 03-03-2012 03:07PM

Gummy Panda wrote: »

They should have a secret handshake

I'm pretty sure the plumber in an earlier was post was showing that apprentice the secret handshake.

44leto · 03-03-2012 03:16PM

I did some voluntary work for a homeless shelter in London, you meet a lot of strange people there, as most are usually mentally ill or struggling with an addiction problem.

I remember one in particular, he was about 20 he was extremely good looking that even guys would notice, he would distract people from staring at Brad Pitt he could have easily modeled, except for the fact that he had indian ink tattoos all over his face.

But his life plan was to come to Ireland to work as an interpreter, so I said, I am irish and I am talking to you, "but you are not really talking proper English" "its English but not really", I just nodded my head in agreement. His name was Peter, he wasn't that hopeless of a case, he was young but homeless for many year and not any obvious addictions, he wasn't the brightest but he had a good heart, I hope he is in a better position now.

aujopimur · 03-03-2012 03:32PM

What shop do you work in, as an old perv I feel the need to indulge in a bit of creepiness.

grindle · 03-03-2012 05:03PM

cloptrop wrote: »

Ha ha no a homosexual come on is not the same as rape... Its hardly rape.

He was dancing to my rhythmic nodding, and no, being perved on's not the same as rape, but the logic to reach your conclusion is the same.

Man steals apple.
Owner of apple is annoyed apple is stolen.
You come along and say "Well, you shouldn't have an apple out in the open, should you?"

This weird notion that the victim's to blame instead of acknowledging/disliking cuntishness is way too prevalent in this country.

Or maybe I should've invited your man back for a quad-hand-shandy bukkake-extravaganza.

as125634do · 03-03-2012 05:36PM

i tink most of the creeps are looking for contact with a woman in real life not porn on a computer screen

grindle · 03-03-2012 05:40PM

as125634do wrote: »

i tink most of the creeps are looking for contact with a woman in real life not porn on a computer screen

More fool them.

Lockstep · 03-03-2012 05:47PM

In my job it's mostly hen parties who get touchy feely and order Sex on the Beach with suggestive gestures.

PK2008 · 03-03-2012 06:03PM

Lockstep wrote: »

In my job it's mostly hen parties who get touchy feely and order Sex on the Beach with suggestive gestures.

Do you need an apprentice?

Mickey Dazzler · 03-03-2012 06:14PM

you should have torn the bollocks off the old man.

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