Posted: 7/31/2012 10:10:12 PM EDT
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Tell a story. It must be true.
My story: So, there I was in Naples Italy on a port visit. I had ventured off the ship in search of a jacket to purchase. I found a clothing shop and started looking for something that would suit my needs. Shortly after I arrived, a young Italian couple started arguing. I don't speak a lick of Italian, but it was obvious that the female half was not happy with the male half and she was constantly getting in his face, pointing her finger just inches away from his nose and jabbering away in that Eye-tal-yun dialect. He would try to turn away from her and she would rush around and get right back in his face, jabbing her finger in his face and just giving him what seemed to be a very impassioned explanation of how she would like him to die a painful death. He would listen to this for a bit and then try to turn away from her and she would quickly get back in front of him every time he turned away from her. I tried to mind my own business when I heard *WHAP!!!* and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned around and there she was laid out holding her face in her hands. He wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and starting DRAGGING her across the floor of the shop by her hair with her shrieking at every step. I immediately thought that I needed to stop what was happening as she looked like she was in for a serious hurting. Common sense then explained to me that I was in a foreign country where I didn't understand the language and getting myself involved in a domestic wasn't a winning strategy for myself. He finally threw her head down on the floor releasing her hair. I was semi-relieved at that point...until....she jumped right back up and got back in his face again, wagging her finger and jabbering away at a mile a minute. I did not find a jacket. |
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Tell a story. It must be true. My story: So, there I was in Naples Italy on a port visit. I had ventured off the ship in search of a jacket to purchase. I found a clothing shop and started looking for something that would suit my needs. Shortly after I arrived, a young Italian couple started arguing. I don't speak a lick of Italian, but it was obvious that the female half was not happy with the male half and she was constantly getting in his face, pointing her finger just inches away from his nose and jabbering away in that Eye-tal-yun dialect. He would try to turn away from her and she would rush around and get right back in his face, jabbing her finger in his face and just giving him what seemed to be a very impassioned explanation of how she would like him to die a painful death. He would listen to this for a bit and then try to turn away from her and she would quickly get back in front of him every time he turned away from her. I tried to mind my own business when I heard *WHAP!!!* and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned around and there she was laid out holding her face in her hands. He wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and starting DRAGGING her across the floor of the shop by her hair with her shrieking at every step. I immediately thought that I needed to stop what was happening as she looked like she was in for a serious hurting. Common sense then explained to me that I was in a foreign country where I didn't understand the language and getting myself involved in a domestic wasn't a winning strategy for myself. He finally threw her head down on the floor releasing her hair. I was semi-relieved at that point...until....she jumped right back up and got back in his face again, wagging her finger and jabbering away at a mile a minute. I did not find a jacket. Smart move not getting involved. Sounds more like Sicily. Women are more dangerous than guns in Sicily. |
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I am loosely affiliated with a hardcore survival guy, out of the blue he tells me him and wife are getting divorced and she is taking him for all he is worth and he needs cash now. He says he has a shed full to the brim with 7.62 x 54 and If I sell it for him I can keep 20% of the cash and take 5 crates for myself. He told me to just sell it at a fair price so I asked him if 80 a crate was good he said yes. So I put the info for it on my hometown forum and just had everyone meet me at QT and that shit was gone in hours. I did maybe 2 hours worth of work and ended up with A LOT of money in my pocket and a stack of ammo up to belly button in the man cave, I got to help someone out, and I met a crap ton of arfcommers. That was an awesome day. |
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Tell a story. It must be true. My story: So, there I was in Naples Italy on a port visit. I had ventured off the ship in search of a jacket to purchase. I found a clothing shop and started looking for something that would suit my needs. Shortly after I arrived, a young Italian couple started arguing. I don't speak a lick of Italian, but it was obvious that the female half was not happy with the male half and she was constantly getting in his face, pointing her finger just inches away from his nose and jabbering away in that Eye-tal-yun dialect. He would try to turn away from her and she would rush around and get right back in his face, jabbing her finger in his face and just giving him what seemed to be a very impassioned explanation of how she would like him to die a painful death. He would listen to this for a bit and then try to turn away from her and she would quickly get back in front of him every time he turned away from her. I tried to mind my own business when I heard *WHAP!!!* and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned around and there she was laid out holding her face in her hands. He wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and starting DRAGGING her across the floor of the shop by her hair with her shrieking at every step. I immediately thought that I needed to stop what was happening as she looked like she was in for a serious hurting. Common sense then explained to me that I was in a foreign country where I didn't understand the language and getting myself involved in a domestic wasn't a winning strategy for myself. He finally threw her head down on the floor releasing her hair. I was semi-relieved at that point...until....she jumped right back up and got back in his face again, wagging her finger and jabbering away at a mile a minute. I did not find a jacket. Smart move not getting involved. Sounds more like Sicily. Women are more dangerous than guns in Sicily. Same port, earlier in the week. I stopped at the USO so that I could make a phone call home. When I get there, there are two guys yelling at each other in Italian. One of them finally goes over to the pool table and starts throwing pool balls at the other guy. I'm talking a major wind up on those things too. The balls are hitting the other guy in the chest, each hitting with a solid *thump* as they hit him. The guy throwing the balls is punctuating each throw with angry words in Italian. Finally, he sees me standing there watching the show and he turns to me and says in perfect English "Hey dude, what can I do for you?" The guy throwing the balls was an American living overseas working at the USO. He seemed to have learned the culture and was fitting in there. |
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Tell a story. It must be true. My story:- So, there I was in Naples Italy on a port visit. I had ventured off the ship in search of a jacket to purchase. I found a clothing shop and started looking for something that would suit my needs. Shortly after I arrived, a young Italian couple started arguing. I don't speak a lick of Italian, but it was obvious that the female half was not happy with the male half and she was constantly getting in his face, pointing her finger just inches away from his nose and jabbering away in that Eye-tal-yun dialect. He would try to turn away from her and she would rush around and get right back in his face, jabbing her finger in his face and just giving him what seemed to be a very impassioned explanation of how she would like him to die a painful death. He would listen to this for a bit and then try to turn away from her and she would quickly get back in front of him every time he turned away from her. I tried to mind my own business when I heard *WHAP!!!* and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned around and there she was laid out holding her face in her hands. He wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and starting DRAGGING her across the floor of the shop by her hair with her shrieking at every step. I immediately thought that I needed to stop what was happening as she looked like she was in for a serious hurting. Common sense then explained to me that I was in a foreign country where I didn't understand the language and getting myself involved in a domestic wasn't a winning strategy for myself. He finally threw her head down on the floor releasing her hair. I was semi-relieved at that point...until....she jumped right back up and got back in his face again, wagging her finger and jabbering away at a mile a minute. I did not find a jacket. Smart move not getting involved. Sounds more like Sicily. Women are more dangerous than guns in Sicily. Same port, earlier in the week. I stopped at the USO so that I could make a phone call home. When I get there, there are two guys yelling at each other in Italian. One of them finally goes over to the pool table and starts throwing pool balls at the other guy. I'm talking a major wind up on those things too. The balls are hitting the other guy in the chest, each hitting with a solid *thump* as they hit him. The guy throwing the balls is punctuating each throw with angry words in Italian. Finally, he sees me standing there watching the show and he turns to me and says in perfect English "Hey dude, what can I do for you?" The guy throwing the balls was an American living overseas working at the USO. He seemed to have learned the culture and was fitting in there. ...waiting for the rest of the story... |
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Tell a story. It must be true. My story:- So, there I was in Naples Italy on a port visit. I had ventured off the ship in search of a jacket to purchase. I found a clothing shop and started looking for something that would suit my needs. Shortly after I arrived, a young Italian couple started arguing. I don't speak a lick of Italian, but it was obvious that the female half was not happy with the male half and she was constantly getting in his face, pointing her finger just inches away from his nose and jabbering away in that Eye-tal-yun dialect. He would try to turn away from her and she would rush around and get right back in his face, jabbing her finger in his face and just giving him what seemed to be a very impassioned explanation of how she would like him to die a painful death. He would listen to this for a bit and then try to turn away from her and she would quickly get back in front of him every time he turned away from her. I tried to mind my own business when I heard *WHAP!!!* and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I turned around and there she was laid out holding her face in her hands. He wasn't done with her yet. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and starting DRAGGING her across the floor of the shop by her hair with her shrieking at every step. I immediately thought that I needed to stop what was happening as she looked like she was in for a serious hurting. Common sense then explained to me that I was in a foreign country where I didn't understand the language and getting myself involved in a domestic wasn't a winning strategy for myself. He finally threw her head down on the floor releasing her hair. I was semi-relieved at that point...until....she jumped right back up and got back in his face again, wagging her finger and jabbering away at a mile a minute. I did not find a jacket. Smart move not getting involved. Sounds more like Sicily. Women are more dangerous than guns in Sicily. Same port, earlier in the week. I stopped at the USO so that I could make a phone call home. When I get there, there are two guys yelling at each other in Italian. One of them finally goes over to the pool table and starts throwing pool balls at the other guy. I'm talking a major wind up on those things too. The balls are hitting the other guy in the chest, each hitting with a solid *thump* as they hit him. The guy throwing the balls is punctuating each throw with angry words in Italian. Finally, he sees me standing there watching the show and he turns to me and says in perfect English "Hey dude, what can I do for you?" The guy throwing the balls was an American living overseas working at the USO. He seemed to have learned the culture and was fitting in there. ...waiting for the rest of the story... I made my phone call and exfiltrated before firing resumed. |
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I was wandering around Nagasaki on one of my off days, and got thoroughly lost. No identifiable landmarks, and my map was terrible. Not a soul in sight either. I was moving through a residential area, where I saw a sign for "Chris' Pizza." It was the only sign in English.
Thinking "what the hell," I went in, and sure enough, Chris was in there. Looked like a typical Midwestern farm boy. He had met and married a Japanese girl at UIUC, and now runs a pizza joint. I got my bearings and was on my way after a brief chat. |
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I was wandering around Nagasaki on one of my off days, and got thoroughly lost. No identifiable landmarks, and my map was terrible. Not a soul in sight either. I was moving through a residential area, where I saw a sign for "Chris' Pizza." It was the only sign in English. Thinking "what the hell," I went in, and sure enough, Chris was in there. Looked like a typical Midwestern farm boy. He had met and married a Japanese girl at UIUC, and now runs a pizza joint. I got my bearings and was on my way after a brief chat. Chris was a good guy. |