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

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Because everyone's got a story! And here is mine...

I was on a bus recently, quite a full bus. A wheelchair in the wheelchair space, one lady with a pram (unfoldable I think) in the buggy space. Bus pulled up at a bus stop, where two ladies are waiting with pushchairs, chatting to each other.

One lady gets on, parks her pushchair into the remaining buggy space. The second lady tries to get on, but the bus driver won't let her as the buggy space is now full. She asks the lady with the pram to get off the bus so she can travel with her friend. 'Pram lady' looks at her askance, and says sorry, but she needs to get home. Both pushchair ladies then proceed to loudly and verbally abuse the pram lady for being selfish and not getting off the bus, so they can travel together.

Everyone else on the bus was stunned into silence, the bus driver throws both pushchair ladies off the bus and drives off. Pushchair ladies stand at bus stop yelling and shaking fists at the receding bus!

I've never known so many bus passengers strike up conversation all at once, making sure the 'pram lady' was ok, and generally saying 'what a pair!'

Talking outside the barn in the middle if our tiny village (about 20 houses) and this guy walks passed wearing nothing but his boots, rucksack and a hat! We looked at each other and thought wtf!

Saw him on the news later that evening after he had been arrested. I think he was known as the Naked Rambler.

I was at the airport and went to use the toilets. There a strong smell of poo in the room. As I came out of my cubicle, a lady came out of one of the other cubicles and I could see poo smeared all over the floor. It looked like she'd shat herself - her jeans were covered in poo too. She walked straight out without washing her hands.

One night I was at work and I heard quite a bit of noise coming from outside. I went to the window and looked down to the street outside where I could see two young women, on the pavement, masterbating and then giving each other oral sex. They were at it for ages.

At a poshish restaurant in Bristol.

Two nicely dressed ladies come in with two smartly dressed small children.

They order food and drinks then the little boy who looked about 4 got under the table, put his hands behind his back and round the table leg then called out, "Mummy, can you tie me up now?" One of the women just said, "not now dear" and carried on her conversation with the other woman.

Another bus related one - on a packed bus about one in the afternoon and two drunk teenage girls get on. They both sat at the back. One of them keeps saying about how she couldn't hold it in anymore - next thing there is a river of piss flowing down the bus. Urgh. Still makes me shudder.

Oh god, just remembered mine and it's another poo one! I was standing outside a shop on Market st in Manchester waiting for a friend as I was eating one of those lovely toffee ice creams from thorntons. Man walks past, White shorts and shit all down his legs! Exactly the same colour as my ice cream, which promptly went in the bin and I e not touched one since! It baffled me though as there's so many quiet back streets and I'll never know why je didn't walk down them!

People are so minging!

Oooh iv remebered one! When I was a teenager, a groupof friends and I went to a pavillion on Southend sea front to smoke weed and drink hang out. It was open at the front and had a row of seats along the back wall so you could look out at the sea. It was about 10pm. A man in a suit and a woman walked in and sat down a few seats along from us. We heard them negotiating a price and he handed over money. She promptly got down on her knees and started giving him a blow job right in front of us. We didn't know where to look.

When they had finished, he did up his trousers, they both stood up and walked in different directions out of the pavillion without a word. We sat there speechless. They couldn't have been more than 2 meters away the whole time.

sometimes im guilty of swigging an as yet unbought beverage around a supermarket.
I saw this taken to a new level when spotted a Jim Rolye lookalike walking around Morrisons squirting squirty cream directly into his mouth and then put it back on a shelf.

Vichill that is vile, fortunately am not a fan of squirty cream anyway!

Years ago, in my 20's, getting last tube home from London on the Piccadilly line, it was pretty packed, in the days when part of the tube had double seats which faced each other. I was sitting on one of the double seats. A couple came and sat down opposite me. Both looked like they'd had one too many. She says in a very loud voice, "wonder how many pakis on the tube today" and then looks round the carriage and proceeds to count, "1,2,3," pauses, looks at me and says "4".

I am completely gob smacked and in total shock and for a moment can't say anything. The bloke she's with tells her to be quiet and gives her a paper to read. She holds the paper open so it's covering her and she's muttering to him not to tell her to be quiet. I learn forward pull the paper down so I can see her face and all I can think to say is "what's your problem?".

I'm shaking with rage and shock at this point and she starts howling and saying "leave me alone". The bloke gets up to move away as if he's had enough of her and then she moves away too.

I remember getting off the tube later at my stop and just being so angry and wishing I had pulled the emergency cord so this woman could have been taken off the tube but the disruption that would have caused would have been tough on the rest of the passengers.

Used to have quite a few tube tales from when I lived in London, fortunately most of them positive. Another time, had split up from my first serious boyfriend, was feeling pretty down, waiting on the tube platform, this guy approached me holding a guitar. He said to me that I looked sad but I told him I was fine. He was with a group of friends and got into one carriage and I deliberately got into another. A few seconds after the tube had pulled away, I heard the door between the carriages open and close, couldn't see who was coming as the door was behind me (again was in a four seater section), next thing I know, the bloke from the platform is standing next to me and starts playing his guitar and singing a song to cheer me up. I was mortified! I can't remember what he sang, I just thanked him as we got to the next stop, told him it was my stop (it wasn't) and got off the tube. With hindsight, actually terribly sweet of him, he seemed like a decent enough bloke, he wasn't a busker but I was just very embarrassed as everyone else in the carriage were watching and smirking!

I was in Subway in Australia (Gold Coast) on holiday a few ago DH and DD. Their was a couple in their early 60s in front of us, the woman had obviously had a few drinks. Anyway the woman needed to go to the toilet, so she let her husband order, she then came back to find that her husband asked them to put ham in sandwich instead of chicken!, she then has a massive go at him and they then start a full blown argument and her DH tries to apologise she's then start ranting about how he never treats her properly and starts swearing at him. Whilst the woman at the counter is saying she could swap them if they want. The woman then walks outside and has a fag! Leaving the husband and everyone else in Subway in disbelief.

Honestly I have never seen anyone row in public like that before, I was gobsmacked.

Not as jaw dropping as some of these, but ...

Sitting at a window seat of a bistro one lunchtime, there's a Porsche parked on the other side of the road directly opposite us. Scaffolding was being erected outside the building where the car was parked. One of the scaffolders dropped a full length scaffold pole (from about 3 storeys high) right onto the car, which ended up with a massive dent running from front to back.

Our local pub one New Year's Day. A group of us had all arrived 'early doors' for a hair of the dog and we were sitting at a long table next to the wall. A couple, with a small dog, arrived and sat down opposite us, but after about 10 minutes they moved to another table further away. Another of our group came in and suddenly started hopping around on one foot. When asked what was wrong, he said he'd just trodden in some dog poo. The carpet was dark red with swirly patterns - so the dog poo was difficult to see and none of the rest of us had trodden in it. Friend went outside to clean his shoe and the staff were told about the poo. After it had been cleared up the staff member spoke to the couple with the dog, who swore blind it wasn't their dog. But it was the only dog in the pub at the time.

in London walking between Marylebone and baker street station when I heard horses

about 100, 1 rider to each three or four horses cantering/racing along the road not stopping for traffic or lights or anything

it was about 7am but completely unexpected

apparently that's how they move the horses between barracks

Two elderly and rather rotund women ordering and scoffing cakes in a quiet Christian cafe. I saw them put cakes in their pockets and once they had finished their cups of tea, they both ran out out without paying.

Wow, bagpuss, that sounds rather fabulous! But I love horses in the city anyway. Always have to stop for an admiring gander at police horses and restrain myself from going over and stroking their noses

Friend at uni was doing pretty badly in her degree, so she had an idea for an alternate career - hardcore fetish porn.

She was really proud when she got her first shoot, and insisted on showing the pictures to us all. She'd been vacuum-sealed into a rubber suit so tightly you could see her pube stubble.

In a smallish M&S one Summer I was looking at the sandals on the display rack close to the doors. A woman walked in, stood next to me, picked up a pair of sandals, bent down to try them on and then walked out of the shop wearing the sandals. It all happened so quickly, it took me some time to work out that she must have slipped her old flip flops in her bag and just brazenly walk out.

I've noticed the shoe racks in that branch are now in the depths of the store, nowhere near any doors.

Many years ago, before 24 hour opening, I worked night shifts in Tesco. I'd usually go for lunch around 1am and would walk to the staff canteen through the clothing section.

This particular night I noticed underneath the changing room door was littered with Kinder Egg wrappers. Thinking we'd had a thief in the day I went in intending to gather up wrappers and log the thefts, I pushed open the cubicle door and came face to face with a sleeping child, aged about 8. When I'd picked my jaw up off the floor I gently woke him, picked him up and carried him towards the staff canteen and my manager.
My manager was late 40's, no kids and no experience of children so when he saw the child his first words were "Do you have any papers?". It all became quite surreal by then, we reminded him we weren't in Nazi Germany and called the Police.

I took him to the canteen, sat him down with a donut and we had a chat whilst waiting for the Police. He told me his name, told me his Mum had got remarried and his Step Dad didn't like him very much and now he had a baby brother they preferred him. It was all desperately sad. The Police arrived, told me he did it on a regular basis and that he was a 'troubled' kid. They told me 'next time' don't feed him because he will be back.

True to the Officers word he did come back, several times. So much so we had to implement a policy with security to check all hiding places before store lock up. This continued for about 6 months until finally he stopped coming. I've often wondered over the years what became of him, he'll be an adult now. I hope it worked out ok for him.

Thanks for clarifying m'dear. Although, ewww ewww ewww. And why the blinking hell did all those people have to watch? I know the answer really. Morbid fascination. Tut.

Thanks for clarifying m'dear. Although, ewww ewww ewww. And why the blinking hell did all those people have to watch? I know the answer really. Morbid fascination. Tut.

Superbagpuss I loved it when I saw them. It felt magical. They've moved to Woolwich now I think so there's no more utterly gorgeous men riding holding horses on either side through London streets. I used to swoon at the bus stop. Later in life when I was doing the school run by car I wasn't always as enthusiastic.