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2019-02-10 12:58:40 AM  
Please read this entire post before posting your story: Share a story about a time you were going to do something or go somewhere and you got a bad feeling about it that didn't really make sense, or perhaps you got a bad feeling about someone else doing something that you had a bad feeling about, or someone warned you that they had a bad feeling about something you were going to do. Did you/they do it or not, and how did it turn out?  Note: This is NOT about obvious things to have a bad feeling about that make logical sense, like being scared before surgery or worrying about flying if that makes you nervous, or taking a long trip, or getting married. Try to think of things that pricked up your spidey sense.
 
2019-02-10 01:22:07 AM  
I was 16 or 17 and we were out for a ride. Out of nowhere, I threw my seat belt on and told the other 2 that they should do the same. A few minutes later, my buddy lost control of the car and we crashed into a tree. At the time, I just didn't wear a seat belt. That day on, it is the first thing I do if seat adjustment isn't needed.
 
2019-02-10 01:34:04 AM  
My friend and I had been on a fire circle road trip and one of our last stops was the Sekhmet Temple in Cactus Springs, Nevada. The morning we left, some old nuns were passing through on their way from protesting up the road at the nuclear test site. Highway 95 heading into Las Vegas is a two lane separated road. I was driving the Focus, sporty enough to pass folks on such a road.

In the right lane up ahead is a car, kind of nondescript sedan, dirty tan. I point to it and say out loud to my friend, "there's something about that car that bugs me, so I'm just going to slow down a bit and not try to pass right now."

Moments later, their right front tire blows out and they careen across the road and off onto the median. Because of my spidey sense, I was already slowing and pulling over. I had the car parked on the shoulder and ran over to the sedan, asking if they were OK. It was two young women, two very young children (maybe 3 or 4 years old?), a puppy and a kitten. At least this was recently enough that they had a cell phone. I don't think I had one then(!)

Only one other person stopped to help - a bicyclist, wearing almost nothing but sunscreen. He and my friend and I got the sedan over to the shoulder while the women rode herd on their kids and pets. I'd already had a look in the trunk for the spare -- it was jam-packed with clothing...

At a bit of a loss for what to do, and facing a 10 hour drive ourselves, I looked back up the road toward the temple. We really hadn't come far. The next car that came by held two of those wonderful anti-nuke nuns. They recognized us and stopped. They said they'd take it from there, so my friend and I hit the road again.

But somehow, when I saw that sedan - I just knew.
 
2019-02-10 01:34:48 AM  
Left front tire. Whatever ;)
 
2019-02-10 03:39:31 AM  
I'm jealous of you guys. I was born with no such spidey sense. I've been blundering into trouble my whole life.
 
2019-02-10 04:09:58 AM  
Where I used to work, there was always a problem with the thermostat. Some areas would be roasting while you could practically see your breath in others. So maintenance had been trying to figure out the problem, and maintenance workers were all over our offices for several days. One lovely day, I was working at my desk and typing away at my computer when I sensed someone looking at me... from above. I slowly looked up, and there was a man in the ceiling, with the tile above my desk pulled away, and he was grinning at me. I casually got up from my desk and walked over to another department and told my friend about the man smiling at me from above. Without so much as a pause, she said, "Oh [chicken_little], you have a ceiling fan!"
 
2019-02-10 06:55:38 AM  
I was around 14 yrs old and had a bad feeling prior to going on an overnight backpacking trip down into a canyon with my older brother and my dad. Just had a nagging feeling in the day or two before going that something bad would happen and I was not going to make it back from the trip. We hiked down into the canyon and set up camp near the river. While eating dinner we noticed some other folks on the other side of the river who started setting up their own camp upstream a bit. Once we were done cleaning up after dinner, I crossed the river to get a closer look at our new neighbors. I call it a river and it officially is a river by name, but at this point it was higher up in the canyon and it was fairly low flow and there were plenty of rocks to walk across on. As I scrambled up the bank on the other side of the riverbed, I heard a loud sound and turned around to see all the rocks I'd just walked across all covered with fast moving water. A flash flood just came downstream and had I been a minute or two slower going across the riverbed I wouldn't be around to be typing this right now. I would be dead.

The next problem at that point was that I was now on the wrong side of a swollen river while my brother and dad were on the other side. Since there was a jeep trail crossing a couple hundred yards downstream that's where we decided to attempt any kind of crossing for me to get back to camp. My dad and brother brought a rope with them and tried to throw it across to me, but it was too short. So it was decided that while my dad secured the rope on his side of the river, my brother would walk the rope out as far as he could go with it. Then I would walk out from my side and meet up w/ my brother and we'd make our way back with the rope. I probably had to make it about a third of the way across without anything to hold onto. At this crossing under normal conditions, you'd probably not get any deeper than an ankle or maybe knee in some spots if you somehow managed to get your feet wet. For this it was up to my waist and higher at points and water was still moving quickly, but I was able to keep my feet under me and make it to my brother and we both secured ourselves and then slowly made our way back to the side of the river where our camp was.

We were there a couple nights and the river was swollen for the duration. The plan was to follow the jeep trail out of the canyon rather than hiking back up 3500 feet to the canyon rim. We had to take the high water alternative route at a couple of crossings that required some skinny ledge navigation w/ full packs to avoid falling into the river etc. so the hike out included some danger to life and limb as well.

But anyway, tldr version is that I had a bad feeling about a hiking trip and then while on the trip I was almost caught in a flash flood while crossing a river which would have killed me.
 
2019-02-10 06:59:54 AM  

chicken_little: Where I used to work, there was always a problem with the thermostat. Some areas would be roasting while you could practically see your breath in others. So maintenance had been trying to figure out the problem, and maintenance workers were all over our offices for several days. One lovely day, I was working at my desk and typing away at my computer when I sensed someone looking at me... from above. I slowly looked up, and there was a man in the ceiling, with the tile above my desk pulled away, and he was grinning at me. I casually got up from my desk and walked over to another department and told my friend about the man smiling at me from above. Without so much as a pause, she said, "Oh [chicken_little], you have a ceiling fan!"


Maintenance Cat is watching you ...uh... work.

My story is in the same van uh I mean vein as two others so far.

This was about 18 years ago.  My first boyfe & I had moved to New York in one of those custom conversion vans, because for some stupid reason we thought they were cool.  This thing was a beast to drive.  I always felt like I was driving a tank.  It got about 18 gallons to the mile.  It was tall as hell so trying to find a place to park--unless it was outside, and there isn't a lot of outside parking in or near NYC.

So one fine sunny summer afternoon we're tooling down the New York State Thruway.  I'm in the right-hand lane.  There's a red sports car in front of me.  A gray van zooms past us and, in the parlance given to us in the Boobies, my spidey sense tingled.  I immediately slowed our vehicle down just as the van goes ever so slightly into the left shoulder and hits the rumble strip.  The driver then overcompensates and swerves into the right lane, right in front of me...before swerving hard left one more time before going right (hitting the sports car) and flipping ass over teakettle.  Some people were even ejected from the van (obviously not wearing seat belts).  The thing lands in the dirt just right of the highway, upside-down.  We've long since pulled over and I race up on foot to see if anyone is (or, rather how many are) hurt.  One of the people that was ejected from the van has this huge gash across her right thigh.  I mean, it's deep.  Another person was thrown into the woods.  There were several more people still inside the van, screaming.  It was incredibly surreal.  A bunch of people (now there's about 10 cars stopped on the side of the road), including myself and the boyfe, are trying to flip the van over so people can get out.

There have been several other times my 'spidey sense' would go off and I'd avoid hitting another car (or I'd avoid getting t-boned by some idiot on their cellphone running a stop sign just down the street from my house), but this incident is the one that stands out in my mind the most.
 
2019-02-10 09:11:54 AM  

ltnor: I was 16 or 17 and we were out for a ride. Out of nowhere, I threw my seat belt on and told the other 2 that they should do the same. A few minutes later, my buddy lost control of the car and we crashed into a tree. At the time, I just didn't wear a seat belt. That day on, it is the first thing I do if seat adjustment isn't needed.


Did your buddy lose control of the car while putting his seat belt on?
 
2019-02-10 09:14:28 AM  
Gosh I have never tried to type this story out , I have a bad feeling about this but here goes - I had back stage passes to see Lenny kravitz st the starplex in dallas.  The friend that gave me my ticket wanted to meet her friends in some Walmart parking lot.  We got into the back seat of this couple I never had met before , all I remember were there names were backwards to me. He had a girls name and she had a guys name.  But there was a styrofoam cooler in the back seat with no lid on it but packed full of beer so I was cool. (Ha no pun).   We are in the middle of some shady arse neighborhood in Dallas and this dude sparks up a joint that must have been rolled with 4 papers.  We are smoking it and he gets lost in this hood ,  I look up the hill to my left and see two cop cars, I said the usual " yo cops to the left" and he just drove up the hill to a stop sign.  He made a left and 3 freakin cop cars were rolling right at us.  They go past us and make a right where we just made the left.  By now my heart is not beating and I just want out of this trap. I have a cooler full of beer the car reeks to high heaven (again no pun) and I am with strangers.  Anyway we keep rolling a block and are forced to make a left onto a dead end street.  When we turned left all I see is about 100 cop cars , And i see formations of cops running in the parking lot.  We have to turn into to lot because it was a dead end street. So we turn in and I just know I am being set up. I played it cool we drove into a parking spot backed out of the spot and pulled out of the cop training center and got out of there. We passed another 6 cops on the street before we got to the right turn out of there.  Omg I lost my buzz.  Anyway there ya go  Lenny rocked balls.
 
2019-02-10 09:23:46 AM  

chicken_little: Where I used to work, there was always a problem with the thermostat. Some areas would be roasting while you could practically see your breath in others. So maintenance had been trying to figure out the problem, and maintenance workers were all over our offices for several days. One lovely day, I was working at my desk and typing away at my computer when I sensed someone looking at me... from above. I slowly looked up, and there was a man in the ceiling, with the tile above my desk pulled away, and he was grinning at me. I casually got up from my desk and walked over to another department and told my friend about the man smiling at me from above. Without so much as a pause, she said, "Oh [chicken_little], you have a ceiling fan!"


Makes what to see if that's the same issue we have at work.
 
2019-02-10 09:24:11 AM  

johnny_vegas: ltnor: I was 16 or 17 and we were out for a ride. Out of nowhere, I threw my seat belt on and told the other 2 that they should do the same. A few minutes later, my buddy lost control of the car and we crashed into a tree. At the time, I just didn't wear a seat belt. That day on, it is the first thing I do if seat adjustment isn't needed.

Did your buddy lose control of the car while putting his seat belt on?


No. He hit a slick spots on the road.
 
2019-02-10 09:24:21 AM  
I had a bad feeling right before I took a flight. I was scared!
 
2019-02-10 09:24:55 AM  
I had a bad feeling right before I had a surgery. I was scared!
 
2019-02-10 09:25:09 AM  
It was October 1987. I was at a stop light intersection near Greenwood Indiana that was very well known as a highway hypnosis crash site. The whole intersection was littered with flowers and crosses.  I was on the small road that crossed into this main highway. The light turned green and I started to move, when I felt a very physical tingling at the back of the left side of my head, a very literal spidey sense, and something told me to proceed into the intersection very slowly.

It turned out to be the right call. A woman in a beater of a car ran the red light cold and ploughed into me on the driver's side of the car. She was going 65 miles and hour and completely shaved off the front end of my car. I spun round and round and landed in a ditch.

Seriously, guys, if I hadn't slowed down I would have been hit in the door and instantly killed.
 
2019-02-10 09:25:31 AM  
I had a bad feeling right before I got married. I was scared!
 
2019-02-10 09:31:59 AM  
It hasn't happened for a long time, but i used to literally see my own death, or at least see myself suffering bodily harm. Before I would step out onto something or walk into a situation the entire scenario would play out in my mind and i would step away
 
2019-02-10 09:38:42 AM  
When I was living in Berkeley, I once was walking across the platform at the Rockridge BART station. My wife was picking me up, and she was downstairs in the car. As I crossed the platform, I suddenly became gripped with a sense of death and that it was my time to go. And then the feeling left as suddenly as it arrived. I got in the car, kissed my wife, and told her to drive very, very carefully. That was over twenty years ago. False alarm.
 
2019-02-10 09:47:59 AM  
Whenever I click "Add Comment"
 
2019-02-10 09:50:09 AM  

DisseminationMonkey: Please read this entire post


Tl;dr
 
2019-02-10 09:53:31 AM  
Sitting at my desk one evening just surging Fark and whatever crossed my mind, and for whatever reason started thinking about home invasions and wondering if I should have a gun in an under desk holder, and if it would do me any good. Kind of played out the scenario in my head. Imagining someone entering the house, and wondering if I'd be able to draw the weapon as I turned from my desk.

The thoughts kind of pass and about two minutes later I hear the for handle turn. As I swivel away from my desk, one guy, gun already out and pointed comes through the door, and 4 more start ransacking my house. The next few minutes were terrifying, but we all lived and all 5 went to prison for a very long time. The rest of the story I'll save for a "What was a time you were sure you were going to die, what were you and had some time to think about it, what were you thinking" thread.
 
2019-02-10 09:55:03 AM  

Big_Doofus: I had a bad feeling right before I got married. I was scared!


Username checks out.
I was in a bar in Contra Costa County, California, a roadhouse on Halloween, back in the early 90s.  We had taken LSD, and they had these green witch lights and weird shiat that was messing with my head.  I was walking in a narrow aisle between two tables when I almost bumped into a short latino guy in a huge cowboy hat.  In such situations it's almost a given that the hispanic guy will back away, but he just stood there until I moved back.  I went and grabbed my friends and said we had to go immediately.  We got out to the parking lot just as the shooting started, and we got out of there.
 
2019-02-10 09:55:17 AM  
About 15 years ago, we had to relocate a Cisco Catalyst 6513 from one end of the computer room to the other, because the idiots who had initially put it in didn't think that having your two core switches on the same electrical panel was a problem...

[For those who aren't fluent in Nerd, this is a piece of networking hardware roughly the size of a hotel room fridge, but almost 4' tall and weights north of 250lbs, with two flimsy handles on each side that can't support the full weight of the machine, when full.  They are only meant to move the empty chassis into place, before sliding the various blades into place.]

Fortunately, all the connections from that switch were terminated on a wall, and they had pre-cabled the new rack, so all that would be needed on the night of the cutover was to power down the switch, unplug all the cables, take all the blades and power supplies out, move the chassis to the new rack, reassemble it, power it back up and start repunching 350 server and access switch connections.

There were two techs assigned to the move, and I was on call to check everything was ok after the move.

On a hunch, I decided that since I would probably be spending the night up saying "Yup!  Port 3/5 is up... now do 3/6." as they repunched each connection, it would probably easier if I was on site and didn't have to wait for them to put they tools down and come to the phone every 30 seconds.

What they forgot to account for was that there were about two dozen fibre connections and we ended up spending at least one hour rerouting fibre optic cables under the floor before even starting to repurchase the copper connections.

The four hour outage window came and went... and 8 hours in, 3 more people were helping with the change as some servers didn't really like having no access to the network for that long a period of time, and app servers were mourning the loss of their databases, domain controllers, DNSes and other assorted connections.

30 flights were cancelled and 78 were delayed.

Of the 4 people initially involved in this change, I was the only one not fired, because my deciding to show up onsite, rather than simply being on the phone probably cut the outage duration by 50%.
 
2019-02-10 09:56:20 AM  
I have a habit of always looking in my rear-view mirror as I'm slowing down in traffic, at a stoplight or whatever, just to check if the people behind me are paying attention and slowing down too.

On this particular day, my family and I were driving home from a kid's birthday party and traffic was heavy on the highway heading north to where we lived . There was a particularly nasty stretch near an overpass with a choke point where the road loses a lane right before a stoplight. It's a stupid, dangerous design, but I'd never seen an accident there myself.

As we were approaching this spot, I could see in the distance in front of me that cars were already bunching up about half a mile from the light. It was then that I first felt something, like a sense of impending doom, but that was ridiculous, as there was nothing wrong going on except a little weekend traffic.

As we got closer to the outer edge of the traffic jam and started to slow down, I looked in my mirror and waaaay back in the distance I could see a big, red, monster truck wannabe. I had no sense of its closing speed, but I said to my wife, "He's not going to stop, hold on," and immediately pulled onto the right shoulder and gunned it Punch-It-Chewie style, to the point that the turbo kicked in. A split second later that truck crashed into and obliterated the car that had just been in front of me and pushed it into two more cars ahead.

I stopped the car and ran back to help. That truck hit that poor car at full highway speed. There were no skid marks.
 
2019-02-10 09:56:59 AM  

Big_Doofus: I had a bad feeling right before I got married. I was scared!


Stop being such a big doof... Oh... Never mind.
 
2019-02-10 10:04:45 AM  
When I was first learning to drive and still had a learner's permit, I was sitting at a left turn light with my mom in the car. I was the first car, and normally I always make sure I'm ready to go as soon as the light turns green, so nobody behind me has to wait, but this time when it did, I just felt like I shouldn't go. Tht light turned, I waited a few seconds, and my mom gives me a questioning look. As someone behind me honks, not one, but two cars run the red light from the right.

My mom started freaking out at that point, incredulously asking how I knew that was going to happen. To this day, that's literally the only time I've sat at a green light for no immediately discernable reason. I don't know why I waited, and I don't even know that the cars would've run the light if I were in the intersection, but it was weird how it worked out. I must've taken that same left a couple hundred times after that and never had another issue.
 
2019-02-10 10:09:21 AM  
I was a member of a loose collection of people that shared an appreciation for current events, satire, occasional bickering but mostly humour. Everything was rolling along fine for years. The group lost some folks but it seemed like for every one lost a new body was there to carry on the tradition.

Then I started to see changes. Small at first. Little things that seemed innocuous, but annoying. Then a clear line in the sand seemed to be crossed....

For only $5.00 a month he said, just a pittance really, you could be "better than the rest".

I new right then I just didn't belong.
 
2019-02-10 10:10:56 AM  
My band played a lot of blues & classic rock covers, so we were popular with the biker crowd & played a lot of bike nights.

One night after the show we're packing up our gear & one of the dentists er um bikers shows up with his brand new custom chopper & is showing it off to all his friends. They all take turns sitting on it & revving up the engine like a bunch of 5-year olds. Something gave me a bad feeling about it, so rather than try to get through that crowd with my gear, i elected to put it in the storage room so i could pick it up the next day.

Sure enough, shortly after i made that decision, someone managed to kick that bike into gear with the revs up & it flew across the parking lot out of control & wound up embedded in the wall right where i had been standing all night.
 
2019-02-10 10:21:19 AM  

August11: When I was living in Berkeley, I once was walking across the platform at the Rockridge BART station. My wife was picking me up, and she was downstairs in the car. As I crossed the platform, I suddenly became gripped with a sense of death and that it was my time to go. And then the feeling left as suddenly as it arrived. I got in the car, kissed my wife, and told her to drive very, very carefully. That was over twenty years ago. False alarm.


When I was living in Berkeley, I was walking across a street in Northridge (L.A.) and stopped by a cop for jaywalking.

He's holding my license and making his little speech.

"So Mr. " looks down at license "Cloth, do people just randomly wander out in to the street in "looks down at license "Berkeley?"

Me: "Yeah, actually, they do. All the time."
 
2019-02-10 10:26:23 AM  

Astorix: It was October 1987. I was at a stop light intersection near Greenwood Indiana that was very well known as a highway hypnosis crash site. The whole intersection was littered with flowers and crosses.  I was on the small road that crossed into this main highway. The light turned green and I started to move, when I felt a very physical tingling at the back of the left side of my head, a very literal spidey sense, and something told me to proceed into the intersection very slowly.

It turned out to be the right call. A woman in a beater of a car ran the red light cold and ploughed into me on the driver's side of the car. She was going 65 miles and hour and completely shaved off the front end of my car. I spun round and round and landed in a ditch.

Seriously, guys, if I hadn't slowed down I would have been hit in the door and instantly killed.


I'm sure it's changed a lot in the ensuing 30 years but it makes me wonder which intersection in Greenwood you're talkin about.

/ from Greenwood
 
2019-02-10 10:30:20 AM  

Flab: About 15 years ago, we had to relocate a Cisco Catalyst 6513 from one end of the computer room to the other, because the idiots who had initially put it in didn't think that having your two core switches on the same electrical panel was a problem...

[For those who aren't fluent in Nerd, this is a piece of networking hardware roughly the size of a hotel room fridge, but almost 4' tall and weights north of 250lbs, with two flimsy handles on each side that can't support the full weight of the machine, when full.  They are only meant to move the empty chassis into place, before sliding the various blades into place.]

Fortunately, all the connections from that switch were terminated on a wall, and they had pre-cabled the new rack, so all that would be needed on the night of the cutover was to power down the switch, unplug all the cables, take all the blades and power supplies out, move the chassis to the new rack, reassemble it, power it back up and start repunching 350 server and access switch connections.

There were two techs assigned to the move, and I was on call to check everything was ok after the move.

On a hunch, I decided that since I would probably be spending the night up saying "Yup!  Port 3/5 is up... now do 3/6." as they repunched each connection, it would probably easier if I was on site and didn't have to wait for them to put they tools down and come to the phone every 30 seconds.

What they forgot to account for was that there were about two dozen fibre connections and we ended up spending at least one hour rerouting fibre optic cables under the floor before even starting to repurchase the copper connections.

The four hour outage window came and went... and 8 hours in, 3 more people were helping with the change as some servers didn't really like having no access to the network for that long a period of time, and app servers were mourning the loss of their databases, domain controllers, DNSes and other assorted connections.

30 flights were cancelled and 78 were delayed.

Of the 4 people initially involved in this change, I was the only one not fired, because my deciding to show up onsite, rather than simply being on the phone probably cut the outage duration by 50%.


How many blades were populated?

My first tech job was actually a summer job on a multiyear contract to upgrade the Chicago public schools to the 6500 series routes.  Those things were beasts and complete overkill for the schools.
 
2019-02-10 10:32:05 AM  
It wasn't a bad feeling, just the opposite.


In 1998, Art Bell was talking on his radio show about his trip to Paris. Including his visit to Jim Morrison's grave.

The next day, when I was distance walking for exercise, I couldn't stop thinking of that.

Later that day, I found out that a few days later, Ray Manzarek, keyboardist for the Doors would be coming to a bookstore in the Haight, promoting his new memoir.

It was awesome hearing Ray, hearing him answer questions, and his book told a compelling story of going from being mere film school graduates to rock icons.

As much as I enjoyed many Doors songs in real time, including dancing to Light My Fire at every dance party as a teen because it was always played, after seeing Ray and reading his book, I truly became a Born Again Doors fan, hearing and enjoying all the songs I didn't know about first time around.
 
2019-02-10 10:32:57 AM  

Billy Bathsalt: Big_Doofus: I had a bad feeling right before I got married. I was scared!

Username checks out.
I was in a bar in Contra Costa County, California, a roadhouse on Halloween, back in the early 90s.  We had taken LSD, and they had these green witch lights and weird shiat that was messing with my head.  I was walking in a narrow aisle between two tables when I almost bumped into a short latino guy in a huge cowboy hat.  In such situations it's almost a given that the hispanic guy will back away, but he just stood there until I moved back.  I went and grabbed my friends and said we had to go immediately.  We got out to the parking lot just as the shooting started, and we got out of there.


Hey! Your user name checks out too! You do drugs and you're super badass cool! And now I'm scared!
 
2019-02-10 10:34:18 AM  
"I don't want to go, dammit!"

Words you would think would be uttered by a foul mouthed child and not an 85 year old woman about the usual weekend excursion up into the mountains.  Words I never heard come out of my grandmother before.

"C'mon, mom", her youngest son said.  "The car's packed and we do this every weekend.  Why don't you want to go?"

My grandmother affixed him with a gaze that would melt stone.  "Because I will be damned if I'm going to spend eight hours on the mountain stuck in a car with that woman."  She pointed at her daughter-in-law.

"Mom, it's a three hour trip.  You know this.  Where are you getting the idea we're going to be 8 hours up?  The weather is gorgeous."

"Leave the girl with me, we'll be fine."

"Mom, she's 10 years old.  She isn't old enough to drive you anywhere if you need to go out and what can she do if there's an emergency?"

"If I want to go somewhere, I can call your brother.  If I need to go somewhere and George isn't available, I can call a taxi.  If it's an emergency, she can call the fire department, sheriff's department, the doctor or an ambulance.  We'll be fine."

Exasperated, he youngest gave in and pulled our suitcase from the trunk.  The rest of the family piled into the 1969 Cadillac Sedan deVille and drove off.

Five hours later, at about 10 PM, the phone rang.  It was my older brother, who had to work over the weekend and also skipped the trip.  He called to let us know he wouldn't be home right away, as he had to drive up to Donner Summit with his boss.  He would be driving the tow truck and his boss would be driving the station wagon.  He'd gotten a call from Dad, two hours earlier.

The Cadillac broke down about a mile below the summit on I-80 and had to be towed into Truckee.  Since they had just closed up the station for the night, they were going to go get the car and tow it back to town.

My grandmother started to laugh as I relayed the news.  I asked if I should go to the grocer and pick up what would be needed for a proper Sunday dinner.  "Don't bother.  If that woman wants a proper Sunday dinner, she can deal with it when they get back."
 
2019-02-10 10:34:42 AM  
I remember a few.

One day my wife was driving down to MD to pick up our daughter from after spending a week with her Nana. I got this weird feeling that the car wasn't coming back and took my work calculator from out of it. She hit black ice and totaled it a few hours later. Luckily she was OK.

Another time I was driving through a neighborhood with the boy (stepson) after it rained and slammed on the brakes while smacking him in the chest with my arm to keep him back in his seat. A huge tree fell in front of us. I never heard it cracking or saw a warning it was gonna fall. That one scared the shiat outta both of us.

But the one I feel luckiest about was this: https://www.nytimes.com/2000/03​/02/us/​gunman-surrenders-after-killing-2-in-r​estaurants-in-pittsburgh-suburb.html . I would have been inline at the drive thru then. It was my normal stop & time between going to clients. I got in my car and just sat there for a few minutes like I was put on hold until I felt it was time to go. When I rolled up to McD's the cops were arriving on scene. I always think I dodged that bullet.
 
2019-02-10 10:36:48 AM  

Big_Doofus: I had a bad feeling right before I had a surgery. I was scared!


OMG!  Did you survive?
 
2019-02-10 10:38:40 AM  
I've had a couple.

I had a weird dream that my dad wasn't doing well and wasn't going to live long.  Shortly thereafter he was diagnosed with aggressive stage 4 brain cancer and given 3 months to live.  Ended up living 3+ years.

Had a bad feeling about a combat patrol in Afghanistan 1 time.  One of the Sergeants in my platoon was set to retire after this deployment and was jokingly saying that he wouldn't make it.  I had an off feeling about this patrol and halfway through while trying to cross a river in an MRAP his truck was rolled by the current  4 out of the 5 in the truck died, including Sgt.

Another Afghan tour I was gunner in mid truck, I didn't like our route home.  It was a route we had cleared the day before, and while the route home was different then the route to our destination we had to cross this 1 spot because of the terrain.  It was insisted upon there was an overwatch for this position for that reason and since we cleared it the day before there was no IED.  There was an IED.  Woke up in landstuhl.
 
2019-02-10 10:38:50 AM  
My friend Jon and I were going to meet a few other friends, including my then-boyfriend, at a record store downtown. I drove, and found us a parking spot on the next block over from the record store. We got out of the car and went to cross the street at the intersection. Just as we got the walk light, my spidey sense told me I'd forgotten to feed the meter and I was for sure going to be ticketed. Just as I announce that we have to go back, a car runs the red light and t-bones another car in the intersection, pushing it right into the crosswalk exactly at the point we would have been standing if I hadn't made us turn back. Everyone was OK, so I put some change in the meter and hung around to give a statement when the cops showed up.

We finally get to the record store and tell our friends about our brush with death. Instead of being concerned, my idiot boyfriend berates me for being late. Unfortunately my spidey senses do not tell me to break up with this fool, but instead warn me like a year later.

However, my initial premonition was correct. I got back to my car and I had a ticket for not being perfectly in the lines painted in the road marking where the parallel parking spaces begin and end. I'm still mad about it 15 years later.
 
2019-02-10 10:40:57 AM  
The rest of my life?

I'm sorry, I should stay off Fark sometimes.
 
2019-02-10 10:48:35 AM  
This happened decades ago.  I was house/cat sitting for some friends.  One day, while I was taking a shower, the bathroom light came on.  I froze, afraid someone was in the house, even though the doors were locked.  Then the light went out.  Then it came back on again.  I finished my shower, checked the light switch which was in the OFF position.  The light kept going on and off.  I had a bad feeling, so I went the fuse box and unscrewed the fuse (old house -- round screw-in fuses instead of the more modern breaker switches).  Then I called an electrician.  Three guys showed up because I worked the night shift at the answering service for their company and I used to make them say "pretty please" before I gave them their messages so they all wanted to see what I looked like.  Verdict: bad wiring.   No charge for the service call (guess I looked good enough).  I left the fuse unscrewed and the friends took care of it when they got home.  At least, the house didn't burn down.
 
2019-02-10 10:50:37 AM  
Even thinking of this makes me shudder, I was on a secondary highway and caught up to a dump truck hauling cobble type rock.
When I caught up I noted that it was a fairly junky old piece equipment and for some reason I had the thought to just back off and let him go for a ways before I passed him.
I had fallen back about 100 yards or so when about a 4" diameter rock came flying out from his rear dual wheels.
The rock flew out behind his truck like a bullet and then came down in front of my vehicle and then rolled down the pavement and right through under my truck to continue on behind me.
This all happened so fast I barely had time to react never mind take some kind of evasive action.
I don't know where it would have hit but I i had stayed closer to that truck at first I would likely have been hit by the rock.
I was lucky that it didn't bounce off of the pavement as it was.
 
2019-02-10 10:51:41 AM  

dkulprit: I've had a couple.

I had a weird dream that my dad wasn't doing well and wasn't going to live long.  Shortly thereafter he was diagnosed with aggressive stage 4 brain cancer and given 3 months to live.  Ended up living 3+ years.

Had a bad feeling about a combat patrol in Afghanistan 1 time.  One of the Sergeants in my platoon was set to retire after this deployment and was jokingly saying that he wouldn't make it.  I had an off feeling about this patrol and halfway through while trying to cross a river in an MRAP his truck was rolled by the current  4 out of the 5 in the truck died, including Sgt.

Another Afghan tour I was gunner in mid truck, I didn't like our route home.  It was a route we had cleared the day before, and while the route home was different then the route to our destination we had to cross this 1 spot because of the terrain.  It was insisted upon there was an overwatch for this position for that reason and since we cleared it the day before there was no IED.  There was an IED.  Woke up in landstuhl.


Thank you for your service.  Glad you made it home.  I hope you're doing well.
 
2019-02-10 10:54:01 AM  
Umpteen years ago, G/F and I rented a suite in Georgetown (a semi-posh part of Washington DC,) the idea being that rest of the party (like, 8 of them) would crash on the floor, and we could catch the Violent Femmes NYE concert on U street. That part went well. We definitey knew how to fit a crapton of people into a hotel suite. Fire escapes.

Ok. My mapping was off. My chosen route took us through an supremely bad neighborhood. It looked good on the map.

"Ok, we're taking the long way 'round..."

I don't normally get get scared in bad neighborhoods, but I was leading a bunch of whitebreads.

/ V Fs were wonderful.
 
2019-02-10 10:56:40 AM  

LlamaMama: My friend Jon and I were going to meet a few other friends, including my then-boyfriend, at a record store downtown. I drove, and found us a parking spot on the next block over from the record store. We got out of the car and went to cross the street at the intersection. Just as we got the walk light, my spidey sense told me I'd forgotten to feed the meter and I was for sure going to be ticketed. Just as I announce that we have to go back, a car runs the red light and t-bones another car in the intersection, pushing it right into the crosswalk exactly at the point we would have been standing if I hadn't made us turn back. Everyone was OK, so I put some change in the meter and hung around to give a statement when the cops showed up.

We finally get to the record store and tell our friends about our brush with death. Instead of being concerned, my idiot boyfriend berates me for being late. Unfortunately my spidey senses do not tell me to break up with this fool, but instead warn me like a year later.

However, my initial premonition was correct. I got back to my car and I had a ticket for not being perfectly in the lines painted in the road marking where the parallel parking spaces begin and end. I'm still mad about it 15 years later.


Css! My high school nickname was Llama to my face, and The Llama behind my back.
 
2019-02-10 11:00:17 AM  
In college, I was at a dance hall when a girl came over to talk with me.  She was very friendly, and I just somehow knew that she was going to try to have sex with me.  So, I ran out to the car and drove back to the dorm. Never saw her again.

Saved! That could have been a close one.
 
2019-02-10 11:03:50 AM  
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2019-02-10 11:04:22 AM  

dkulprit: Flab: About 15 years ago, we had to relocate a Cisco Catalyst 6513 from one end of the computer room to the other, because the idiots who had initially put it in didn't think that having your two core switches on the same electrical panel was a problem...

[For those who aren't fluent in Nerd, this is a piece of networking hardware roughly the size of a hotel room fridge, but almost 4' tall and weights north of 250lbs, with two flimsy handles on each side that can't support the full weight of the machine, when full.  They are only meant to move the empty chassis into place, before sliding the various blades into place.]

Fortunately, all the connections from that switch were terminated on a wall, and they had pre-cabled the new rack, so all that would be needed on the night of the cutover was to power down the switch, unplug all the cables, take all the blades and power supplies out, move the chassis to the new rack, reassemble it, power it back up and start repunching 350 server and access switch connections.

There were two techs assigned to the move, and I was on call to check everything was ok after the move.

On a hunch, I decided that since I would probably be spending the night up saying "Yup!  Port 3/5 is up... now do 3/6." as they repunched each connection, it would probably easier if I was on site and didn't have to wait for them to put they tools down and come to the phone every 30 seconds.

What they forgot to account for was that there were about two dozen fibre connections and we ended up spending at least one hour rerouting fibre optic cables under the floor before even starting to repurchase the copper connections.

The four hour outage window came and went... and 8 hours in, 3 more people were helping with the change as some servers didn't really like having no access to the network for that long a period of time, and app servers were mourning the loss of their databases, domain controllers, DNSes and other assorted connections.

30 flights were cancelled and 78 were delayed.

Of the 4 people initially involved in this change, I was the only one not fired, because my deciding to show up onsite, rather than simply being on the phone probably cut the outage duration by 50%.

How many blades were populated?

My first tech job was actually a summer job on a multiyear contract to upgrade the Chicago public schools to the 6500 series routes.  Those things were beasts and complete overkill for the schools.


Let's see... probably 7 or 8.
 
2019-02-10 11:04:34 AM  

AquaTatanka: Astorix: It was October 1987. I was at a stop light intersection near Greenwood Indiana that was very well known as a highway hypnosis crash site. The whole intersection was littered with flowers and crosses.  I was on the small road that crossed into this main highway. The light turned green and I started to move, when I felt a very physical tingling at the back of the left side of my head, a very literal spidey sense, and something told me to proceed into the intersection very slowly.

It turned out to be the right call. A woman in a beater of a car ran the red light cold and ploughed into me on the driver's side of the car. She was going 65 miles and hour and completely shaved off the front end of my car. I spun round and round and landed in a ditch.

Seriously, guys, if I hadn't slowed down I would have been hit in the door and instantly killed.

I'm sure it's changed a lot in the ensuing 30 years but it makes me wonder which intersection in Greenwood you're talkin about.

/ from Greenwood


I think it was west Southport road and bluff road. It was off of 465 and there is a really long stretch where there are no stoplights. At least it was the way it was 32 years ago. I don't know how built up the area is because I haven't visited Indianapolis in 20 years.
 
2019-02-10 11:12:19 AM  
One time when me and my late (eventual) brother in law were trying to deliver a message we ended up on a side trip to rescue my sister who had been kidnapped by a man who later turned out to be our father. There were several times during this one of us would say to the other "I've got a bad feeling about this..." and then the situation would suddenly get worse.
 
2019-02-10 11:18:41 AM  
A group of friends were driving up to Ithaca to go camping. I'm driving one car and the other, a '94 Ford Taurus (what a wonderful car*), was in front of us. About halfway up, somewhere on I-84, I noticed one of the rear tires on the Taurus looked low and said as such to my girlfriend-now-wife, my friend and the cooler full of beer in the backseat. A second later, cutting me off saying "Call them...", a loud bang as the tire goes. Fortunately they didn't lose control. We waited on the side of the road for an hour and half (with a gorgeous view) for the tow truck, reciting The Da Vinci Code theatrically to pass the time.

* i commuted to college with my Taurus friends (actually Virgos). We used their car one day and I did a drive-by pickup after their class in the bus lane. I could not shift out of park. The buses were not happy.

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Every time I see one of those asian buses hauling gamblers to a casino I get away from them ASAP. Without exception, all of them later crash killing all passengers and dedtroying at least 2 other vehicles and their occupants.

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My dad always had this recurring dream that he wouldn't live passed 55.

51.
 
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