Tell me about the most jaw dropping OMG moment you've ever witnessed...

This was a few years ago, it was myOMG drawdrop moment purelybecause I had never encountered such like before in such a way:

Two women arguing over who was first at the checkout. The member of staff said and did nothing (silly, surely she could have got security or summit), they went through.

I followed got my shopping packed and as I left I saw the older lady standing, I went to sympathise with her as i thought the other women was quite agressive intimidating. She replied " well them type always are, arent they they think because they are coloured they can get away with it"

I geuninely was gobsmacked. After I felt very bad for not saying something and then quite upset. My DH is 'coloured' and I felt silly for not calling her racist bigot.

It is one of few regrets I have.

A boy of about ten, strolling across Blackheath with an enormous owl perched on his arm, as if nothing could be more usual.

Going to visit now-DH after work, I got to Waterloo at about 5.30pm to see two fifty something couples on their way back from Ascot, utterly utterly shitfaced - they were all done up to the nines in pastel feathery hats and dress suits, staggering about and puking all over the concourse. I have rarely seen anyone so drunk.

Oooh that reminds me of one when my mum was in hospital. I was visiting and the lady across had her daughter and her family in. The dh was an awful, loud parenty type and mum gave me the 'what a knob' look while I did the 'god I know' face back.
He was throwing his baby up in the air rather vigourously in that look-at-me-I'm-a-great-dad way that is so annoying, when one especially jolly toss resulted in the baby's head making resounding contact with the curtain rail above his mil's bed...clunk! He looked around to see who had noticed, and it shames me to admit that we were doing a very poor job of containing our amusement. He glared at us for the entirety of the rest of the visit.
The baby was fine btw. No thanks to superdad.

Oh, thought of another one. I used to live in Juneau, Alaska many moons ago and one day, early on a bright but cold sunny Saturday, I was sitting in a bus shelter waiting for the 8 or 9am bus (can't remember). It was a lovely bus shelter, made from big rocks and cement, and with a nice wooden bench. I was just enjoying the feeble spring sunshine and admiring the day when a drunk man staggered into the bus shelter, surveyed the scene, noticed me, then proceeded to have an enormous piss against the wall inside the bus shelter. Then staggered off.

A friend of mine came along a few minutes later (Russian). He asked what the large pool of liquid was. When I told him in English, he looked dumbfounded. I explained in Russian just to make sure I'd explained properly. He had clearly never seen anything like it in broad daylight, in front of a woman no less, but alas by that time I had seen many very drunk people on the streets in broad daylight in Juneau and wasn't as shocked.

I've lived in several different countries so have lots of stories, but the only one I can think of right now is from when I lived in Dundee about a decade ago. I was a postgraduate student, renting a second-floor flat with just my cat for company. One night, about 2 or 3 am, I heard a terrible noise outside, like strangled barking. I dashed to my bedroom window, which overlooked a little grassy park, and saw... a man who had thrown his dog's lead over a branch about 6 feet from the ground and was pulling up on his end so the dog was strangling! It was dark, there wasn't much moon or light on the park and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It just seemed so intensely crazy and cruel, and it was obvious from where I was standing which flat I lived in.... so I didn't want to shout out and anger the nutter, but I stood and watched at the window and made sure he saw me. He shouted something about how his dog was an idiot and he was teaching it a lesson, but did let it down from the tree, and went off AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED. It really shook me up.

When I was about 14 I was in a local shopping centre with my mum and mums friend with her kids. Her youngest son was about 2/3 at the time and was messing around at the bottom of the old clunky upwards escalator when his coat caught on the moving hand rail and dragged him up the outside of the escalator! He fell down (about 15-20ft) once he reached the top and landed in a heap on the floor! He got up crying while mums friend strolled over to him, smacked his arse and shouted at him while me and mum stood there in shock! all she went on about was how naughty he was for playing by the escalator! Not once did she ask him if he was hurt! Even when bystanders asked if he was ok she waved them off! Awful woman!

Oh and I have a pooing one too.
I saw a tramp running down the street, it was dark but he was under a street light. He stopped running, pulled his trousers down and pooed a horrible, grim diarrhoea poo and then pulled his pants up and carried on running....

garlic DH worked at Morgan Stanley then and it was shit scary! we lived on the island too and it was very freaky for a while.

Mine is seeing a man running for the tube at Embankment with a child in a backpack holder thing, he jumped onto the train as it was shutting its doors and the child banged it's head on the top of the door frame and the doors shut on the back pack. A proper horror moment. He managed to get the child in and then the train pulled off, it has never left me .

5.30 pm,winter night so pitch black, I saw a boy about 7/8 running down a hill towards the youth club.
To my horror he ran out in front of a mini which hit him from behind (didn't stop)!
As I stood frozen in horror I watched him roll backwards over the bonnet and hit the ground still running, stunt man style!
Me and 2 other women stopped him to check he was ok (he said he was!). One of the women took him home as she knew where he lived.
I met her a week later and she told me the mum sent him straight back to the youth club as she was going to bingo!!!!

AwfulMaureen I can't comment for all pelicans but this one certainly enjoyed the pigeon!

A few weeks ago on the northern line, a woman sitting opposite me was quietly eating a croissant. She had a bag but I didn't know what was in it. At the next stop a man got on and sat next to her. Straight away he said "have you got any more of those?". She nodded, smiled and gave him one from the bag! Any normal person would have told him to bugger off right? He wandered down the carriage stuffing his face (she didn't even catch anyone's eye to say wtf?!) and sat down next to someone else. When he had finished he came back and she gave him another one. Very weird.

Arriving in Manchester to unload my stuff and move into uni halls, we had trouble getting to the right place because the road was closed for an event. Turns out that event was a naked bike ride and shortly after we parked hundreds of people cycled past starkers!

And a slightly horrible one: standing on the platform waiting for the tube, suddenly hear a sickening crunch and a scream, a young woman had fallen between the train and platform, she was wedged with her bottom and upper body sticking out between train and platform. Everyone screamed and ran off the platform except me and another woman who went to see if we could help (although I wasn't a lot of use as I was so shocked). Obviously I don't know the outcome, I left as the emergency services arrived but I imagine the woman probably recovered eventually.

Oh wait, yes I can! Skiing trip with school to Bulgaria 9 years ago, so when I was 13. We were on the slopes one day and this guy came skiing past our group, wearing a warm woolly hat, cosy looking gloves, thick socks (you could see them poking up above the tops of his boots) and a pair of speedos :o

The night we left Bulgaria, we were all piled on the coach in the middle of the night when we came to a road block. The coach stopped and two men dressed all in black, with balaclavas on, wearing big guns got on and walked up and down the coach. We could see another car in front of us which more of these men were searching and had the driver of this car bent over the bonnet in handcuffs never did find out why or who those men were...

And once, someone was walking their pet pygmy goat in our local park. My friend stopped and asked the lady who owned it about it, and we were invited to pet it. It was so small, and played with balls like a dog.

lovely stuff Garlic! I had a prostitute follow me home and start licking my window I wasn't sure if I should be offended, suspicious or let it blend into the other craziness

I got chased by a man dressed as a banana. I was with my friends and I literally dived into the Tesco express and he followed, meaning security took him off. The way he ran was funny, now I look back at it, as it was a kind of quick, stiff stumble.

My friend and I once sat on the stairs in a pub above a group who were celebrating one bloke's 21st birthday. He was very very drunk indeed, and they had him standing on the table downing a pint in a oner. He drained the glass while his mates cheered...then for reasons only known to himself, he decided to whip his pants and jeans down to his ankles and dangle his todger about, shouting loudly. He went round and round on the spot making sure everyone got and eyeful of cock and balls, before very suddenly turning a remarkable shade of pale green and vomiting copiously down on himself, the table, his mates and his girlfriend, bare arse and genetalia out for all to see.
Fantastic!

Another. On a camping trip with friends and kids, out in the wilds of Scotland. An elderly couple turn up and pitch a wee tent not far from us in the evening. Come the next morning we are drinking coffee and chatting while the kids play on the river bank. The old man walks through our group to a rock jutting over the river, removes every scrap of clothing and his glasses, dives in and takes a wee skinny dip to himself, while we politely avert our eyes and raise our eyebrows at one another. Then he gets out again in all his glory, shakes out a towel and gives himself a quick rub down before getting dressed again and padding back to his tent with a friendly nod and a 'beautiful morning!' to us on the way past.
We all chorused 'yes it is!' and 'uh huh' and watched him walk off, wondering if that had actually just happened.

Another quick one. My friend used to work in a local pub and would open up in the mornings at 11am. I would occasionally pop in to drink a coffee and read the paper while having a chat with her. There was always an old gadgie in there first thing, known to everyone as Ugly Jim, on account of his grossly carbunkled face. He was a nice enough man, but in truth, not very pleasant to look at.
Anyway on this particular morning he ordered his usual half and a half which is a half pint with a spirit chaser. He downed his half pint quickly and raised his whisky to his lips, only to have an unexpected wee boke up in his glass. We watched in horror as he took the glass away from his mouth, eyed it contemplatively, then gave it a quick swirl before downing it in one.
O. M. G.
I couldn't get the image out of my mind, and for about three days I gagged every time I remembered it.

indeed, a road behind KCH.. it has its charms in a peculiar way.. it was especially fun being run over by the escapee on the skateboard with no legs and playing follow the arterial spurt every Friday/Saturday night.. either led to A&E or to a body some bits are nice... ish.. but yes.. quaint village no more

I saw the craziest things along Denmark Hill - Oh, yes, cafecito! One afternoon I was having a driving lesson there, when I was distracted by a fifty-something woman, not in good shape, walking up the hill wearing nothing but a pair of stilettoes. After the instructor had saved us from crashing, he said "Oh, she's often here; you'll have to get used to things like that."

Parsley Oh I do, very much so.

I saw someone doing a poo on my way to the tube one morning, about 7.30am. He was leaning against a tree like it was loo - with masses of people in clapham just waking in by ignoring / trying to ignore.

My most surreal London moment was on the central line - coming back from a meeting at about 3pm and heading into Bank. A man in a full gimp outfit came onto nearly empty carriage with the ball in his mouth, face covered in a mask. Just stood next to me, while I sat in my city work stuff, mid afternoon.

Me and the city guy sat opposite meon the the tube caught eyes and just raised eyebrows imperceptibly (so British) and carried on reading The Metro as Mr Gimp stood there with tight all over PVC suit on. I was sure it had to be a spoof TV show. If it was, I never saw it. I didn't even laugh though was desperate to. He got off after 2 stops, creaking plastic as he walked (no shoes, all in one PVC)

Marking place as I have some but can't think of any right now!

RonBurgandy No! That's terrible! I never knew Pelicans were like that! I once saw a swan gulp down a baby duck...it was awful!

A student on my street commutes on an enormous unicycle. When seated he's twice the height of a car. It's very bizarre to watch but he has great skills!

Cafecito did you!? I lived there in the late 90s and early 00s....in a high rise council flat which I had as a drama student. It was very easy to get council flats still at that time...there was a special scheme whereby if you left your home town (up North in my case) to work in London, they housed you!

It was the shittiest block but I have excellent memories of the place. I lived quite close to Camberwell Green...I love how it sounds like the tiny village it once was...and became such a crazed den of iniquity!

shred - that is hysterical!