Tell us an interesting fact about yourself (to buy, testing, wife)

[Nomadicus]

Originally Posted by RedJacket

I know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.

I didn't but a first cousin served him his last know meal. She was grilled by the FBI for weeks.

[js1mom]

This isn't my interesting fact, per se, but it is an interesting family fact--- my grandmother was one of 21 children...

[js1mom]

Originally Posted by Nomadicus

I didn't but a first cousin served him his last know meal. She was grilled by the FBI for weeks.

Wow! What a coincidence!

[elnina]

^^^ The Giants Stadium??

[Chatteress]

Originally Posted by js1mom

This isn't my interesting fact, per se, but it is an interesting family fact--- my grandmother was one of 21 children...

Yeah ... Families were bigger generations ago ...

My mom was one of 8 children so I have zillions of cousins

[Dallas Kitty]

I can’t think of an “interesting fact” about myself but here’s an experience that would have been scary if I had not had the nerve to object. The date was approximately 1979. My date and I arrived at a Dallas hotel for one of those big ballroom dances. Just as we entered the lobby he had to hurry to a restroom so I sat in the lobby. A man approached and stood right in front of me to say that he was security for Gov. Clinton and wanted to know if I would like to go upstairs to his room and meet him.

I had immediately felt a warning because his posture and eyes made it clear he was up to no good and then he words confirmed his purpose.

I said, “No, I do not.”

He took a step closer (I’m still seated) with a more threatening look. I was getting really pi$$ed. There I am in the middle of a big lobby and this jerk thinks he will get away with ordering me to Clinton’s room. I had never been a groupie and at the time, I had never heard of Clinton nor was I interested in going to any stranger’s hotel room nor was I intimidated. If I had been a cat my back would have been up with hair raised and claws out.

Jerk saw the anger in my face and said, “I’m a trooper!” and he nearly stepped on my foot.

I said, “Really! And what are you doing here?”

At that point he took a step back, gave a fake smile and said, “In Arkansas. I’m a trooper in Arkansas working security for Gov. Clinton. Don’t you want to go upstairs and meet him? He’s waiting.” He pointed. I looked. It must have been at least 40 feet from where I sat (big hotel, big fancy lobby) but half way up the stairs there stood a man surrounded by several people and they were watching and waiting.

Then I was totally pi$$ed that some politician had the balls to do such a thing to me!

I looked at the jerk and said, “You need to leave.”

He started backing off and said, “All right, all right. You’ll be sorry!”

My date arrived back just as the jerk left. I forgot about the incident until Clinton was running for president. Then all the other stuff came out about his extra activities but I never voiced my experience. Why bother. I certainly did not want to have media attention. Such a worm and his employees actually threatening women to please him. Sounds very much like what happened to Paula Jones, eh?

That’s it. I just don’t have any interesting facts for ya.

[English Dave]

This is more amusing than interesting! I mentioned on QOTD today that I used to be
good at Cossack dancing. I can't remember how I found out, and I only did it at work.
I used to be able to crouch down, put my hands behind my head, and kick my legs out,
and keep going. Well, this amused my fellow workers, and I worked for Royal Mail with a
lot of other people. We worked in sections for the town I lived in. So there was an East,
South, North and West, plus a few outlying districts. Each section would try to find some
one who could keep their balance, and Cossack dance longer than me. Nobody ever could,
it was just a knack I had. One day, after many years of searching, the East sectio

[taigagirl]

Originally Posted by Kitty_FL

I can’t think of an “interesting fact” about myself but here’s an experience that would have been scary if I had not had the nerve to object. The date was approximately 1979. My date and I arrived at a Dallas hotel for one of those big ballroom dances. Just as we entered the lobby he had to hurry to a restroom so I sat in the lobby. A man approached and stood right in front of me to say that he was security for Gov. Clinton and wanted to know if I would like to go upstairs to his room and meet him.

I had immediately felt a warning because his posture and eyes made it clear he was up to no good and then he words confirmed his purpose.

I said, “No, I do not.”

He took a step closer (I’m still seated) with a more threatening look. I was getting really pi$$ed. There I am in the middle of a big lobby and this jerk thinks he will get away with ordering me to Clinton’s room. I had never been a groupie and at the time, I had never heard of Clinton nor was I interested in going to any stranger’s hotel room nor was I intimidated. If I had been a cat my back would have been up with hair raised and claws out.

Jerk saw the anger in my face and said, “I’m a trooper!” and he nearly stepped on my foot.

I said, “Really! And what are you doing here?”

At that point he took a step back, gave a fake smile and said, “In Arkansas. I’m a trooper in Arkansas working security for Gov. Clinton. Don’t you want to go upstairs and meet him? He’s waiting.” He pointed. I looked. It must have been at least 40 feet from where I sat (big hotel, big fancy lobby) but half way up the stairs there stood a man surrounded by several people and they were watching and waiting.

Then I was totally pi$$ed that some politician had the balls to do such a thing to me!

I looked at the jerk and said, “You need to leave.”

He started backing off and said, “All right, all right. You’ll be sorry!”

My date arrived back just as the jerk left. I forgot about the incident until Clinton was running for president. Then all the other stuff came out about his extra activities but I never voiced my experience. Why bother. I certainly did not want to have media attention. Such a worm and his employees actually threatening women to please him. Sounds very much like what happened to Paula Jones, eh?

That’s it. I just don’t have any interesting facts for ya.

One thing I learned from working with some kind of scary people was to always respond to that hair rising on the back of my neck. It's only happened a few times, but when it does, I listfollow my natural instinct to be very wary.

[English Dave]

As I was saying, the East section brought a young guy round who had'nt worked for Royal
Mail very long. Athletic young fella, but I was confident!! Anyway, we faced each other,
crouched down and started. We cossack danced away, I smiled at him waiting for him to
fall - he did'nt. On we went, I got tired, and I fell. The King is dead, long live the King! The
whole place erupted, some had gone grey waiting for this day. I could'nt believe it. Later
that morning I ran into him again in a Post Office just about to open. Their was a long queue
of people outside looking through the glass entrance. "Again" I said. He nodded. So down we went with all those people outside watching us. Same result, I knew my time was over.

[esnox82]

I absolutely detest condiments.