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

Shopping with dh and the dd's a few years ago I saw a load of people running ahead of me then a crowd of people gathered round someone. I thought it was someone who had collapsed. Turned out, someone had jumped from the 4 th. poor dh hear him landing and was really upset for sometime. Still doesn't like going to that part of the mall.

NoMoreMarbles - that reminds me of a few things I saw whilst working a big Leeds nightclub.

There was a corner that appeared a little out the way (but still just off the main dance floor) and was in the view of one of the cctv cameras. Regularly used to see couples going at it there.

However worst was the student tequila night - clearing up afterwards you really needed gloves as there were often actual pint glasses full of sick - and once some lad at the bar opened his mouth to order and projectile vommed, with liberal splashing of the poor girl who was serving him. I hated working that night, only one we had st John's ambulance on site for.

I am so astonished by all the stories on this thread.

My friend who is a retired midwife said a couple of times she had to tactfully intervene in an amorous situation.........on the post-natal ward.

Coming home in the early hours of a New Years day some years ago now, all was silent!
Until I drove around a corner to see two men, totally naked, playing tennis on the grass outside a local pub!!!

Quite surreal.

And it was freezing that night!

When I worked in a neonatal unit a few years ago a young father was in with his wife visiting their 2 day old daughter. They were staying in the hospital. As they went to leave to go to their bedroom the father asked me did I have condoms!!!!!

Now that you mention it minifingers, I was watching live on Sky News at work when the second plane crashed into the towers. Up until then we'd all assumed it was an accident. I do remember panicking that Bush was going to start WW3 over it. I lived and worked near Heathrow when it happened and it was a very worrying time.

Last week, walking down London Road in Leicester. Dad, Mum and 2 children, a girl of about 4 and a smaller boy. Mum and Dad are both carrying cans of something.

Girl is carrying a brown teddy. Dad steps in something - not sure what it was, so Dad takes her teddy and wipes his shoe with it. Girl is upset and crying. I said to the Dad it was a disgusting thing to do, he told me to 'shut the fuck up'.

I called 101 to report it but I doubt they will find them.

My biggest OMG moment was watching 9.11.

I was working at a college. One of the teachers ran into the staff room and said 'you need to see this' - showed the story unfolding online. I was very, very scared and wondered if it was the end of the world.

I can't image how utterly terrified New Yorkers must have been.

Even satanists can see the benefit of Nectar Points enormouse

When I was living in Camden I had a flat near some very interesting people. I remember a particular couple, a man and a woman possibly (i was never sure), both about 7ft tall and the female of the pair had bright orange dreadlocks and the male had lime green. They were dressed head to toe in black leather and pvc in the heat of June and topped off their ensembles with world war 2 gas masks. They had just come back from shopping at Sainsburys and were carrying their bags for life with baguettes and stuff sticking out of them.

My dad was convinced they were satanists.

Speaking of seeing 'odd things' or maybe not remembering them well....When I was younger (probably about 10-11), I remember me and my brothers gazing out of the window while my mum and dad were getting
ready to go out (they had a date night every Friday and my nan would come over and babysit), and seeing it was a full moon, but and I am sure I didnt imagine this, you know sometimes the moon seems really low/close, t was like that, but it looked really low, like it seemed to be hanging over half the street, you could almost see the craters/spots on it. It was amazing.
Also (I was obsessed with looking at the night sky), I remember again being small (about 7 maybe), and my brother lifted me on to the counter top in the kitchen to look at 'aliens' he had seen out the window, I was scared and when I looked up I saw flashes of orange darting in the sky, just for a few moments. I was really scared.

At uni we, a flat of girls, lived in halls next to a flat of barely housetrained guys. Our tea towels kept going missing, and one day we found them all... in their large walk in cleaning cupboard, with a pile of wank mags.. yes they had a 'wank cupboard' and were wanking into our tea towels. And no, we don't want them back thank you very much.

Got to the top of Tryfan (very rocky mountain in Snowdonia) to find a BBQ and a large group of men in dinner jackets et al, having lunch.

Just remembered another!

In Sri Lanka, my resident friend gave me instructions for getting the A/C coach to meet her in Columbo.

On board the crowded coach, we waited ages for the bus driver until a man got on and stood at the front addressing the passengers.
He held his arms wide and began chanting in his own language, looking very pious. I was quite worried as I thought he was praying over us, but everyone else was ignoring so I assumed it was a custom.
At the end of the 'prayer' he suddenly whipped off a prosthetic arm!!! The next thing another man appeared and roughly threw the 'driver' off the coach and they both departed. Still everyone ignored!!!
Next thing the second man came back and slipped into the drivers seat.

I realised then that the first man had been a beggar!!!

Thinking about the plane incidents on here reminded me of something that happened many many years ago.

To set the scene I live in Staffs and planes passing over the house from Manchester airport isn't an usual sight, they come towards us on takeoff. I also live opposite some fields, not huge, probably a mile square (I'm awful with measurements, I apologise)

Anyway, this particular day was a reasonably warm summers afternoon, long before 911 I add. We'd heard the noise of a 747 and commented that it seemed very low. DH and I went out and stood on our front balcony and watched as an incredibly low 747 passed over the field. The next thing we knew it banked sharply and turned. There was a haze underneath where it had passed the field and after a few moments the smell of aviation fuel was thick in the air. It then went back in the direction from which it came.

I stood glued to the balcony for the next half hour waiting for something. I thought maybe someone would come out and deal with the fuel etc but nothing happened. Literally nothing. Nobody came, nothing was mentioned anywhere online or in the press. It was only the fact that myself, DH and a few other neighbours who came out had said 'did we just see that?' that we knew we weren't dreaming.

I'm intrigued to this day tbh! I've often thought he chose the field to dump fuel for whatever reason and return to the airport but surely then someone would have come and cleaned it up?

Oh, and I suppose, not really "Oh my god" to anyone but me, but one of my neighbours in one of the apartments I lived in on this tiny Greek island was a small German man, young-ish, called Norbert (not sure why that makes me laugh but....) anyway, he would randomly (and silently) let himself into my apartment (the doors/windows were rubbish) in the middle of the night whilst I was sleeping and I would wake up the next morning with him sleeping right next to me. Freaked me right out, and no matter how much I told him to sod off, he would just still do it.

Loving this thread! Am shocked by the amount of poo stories though. The truly awful thing is that very regularly as I run the gauntlet with the pram, trying to miss the dog poo (the streets are filthy round here), I look at a great pile and think it looks human rather than dog - how horrible to think that, after reading all these stories, there's a good chance it is. Makes me feel sick.

I am at reading some of these....whats with all the poo?!

I had loads of these moments while working as a holiday rep, sad ones, like hearing an awful screeching outside my balcony when I lived in Ayia Napa, running out to see what it was, just in time to see a young lad skidding across the floor on a moped (sort of flush with the road), go straight under a coach he was going a round a bend as the coach was coming up the main road), the moped came flying out in a rain of sparks from the back of the coach and the young lad didnt.

And the grim...on bar crawl one night, standing at the back of the bar I hear a lot of errrrr moaning. So, I turn around and behind me, there is a girl sitting on a table, legs open, knickers round her ankles, with a guy practically elbow deep inside her, while his mates watched. I just quietly walked away..........

I worked for a couple of years behind the bar of a very well known and notorious nightclub in Liverpool and saw some sights that made me

One time there was a late middle aged woman walking down the stairs from the upstairs bar/toilet area. she was steaming drunk and dressed like a prostitute (very short red lurex-type dress, platform stripper shoes, too much make up - the works!)...she missed the step about halfway down and rolled down to the bottom and landed in a drunken heap legs spread-eagled...she had no knickers on and lay for a while laughing until the doormen came to escort her out (she refused to get up -she hadnt hurt herself but wouldnt move from the bottom of the stairs) she even propositioned one of the doormen as she was going out asking him if he had liked what he saw!

I would imagine lifehasafunnywayofhelpinguout that the mum did in fact know exactly where her baby was but didn't want two young kids disappearing off with it. I wouldn't!

Half an hour? Is that all? :o

i bet MNHQers have some good stories.