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I got two unusual ones, and they both sound like I'm lying. 1. I've told this one before, but a family friend took my whole family out on his house boat on Lake Monroe in Florida. The engine died and it was summer, so we asked if there were any alligators in the lake. "No!" says family friend, having spent weeks on this stupid lake. So my mom and I jump in, he sets up the sail, and throws us a rope to pull us behind the boat. 7 year-old me is having the time of her life when suddenly, we're ushered back on board. Everybody's really scant on the why until I want to jump back in later. My sister tells me "No, they saw something in the water behind you." Now, my sister's always teasing me, so I doubt this and think she's saying it to scare me. Long story short, the wind died and I can only assume no one took our call for aid seriously because family friend was drunk off his rear end. We were stuck out there all night while he puked into the water. My mom also says she saw something moving around the boat, but she teases me too, so DOUBT. It wasn't until the next morning when we finally got back to land that I saw with my own eyes the stupid loving 10-foot long alligators chilling on the bank. Another family friend met us later and informed us that they used to shoot Tarzan stuff on Lake Monroe due to all the alligators. So I guess I was lucky I didn't get eaten by an alligator? 2. A little explanation is probably necessary: My family moved to Bangladesh when my eldest sister was 20. My sister made friends with a lot of Westerners because hey, same language is a good start. But, and I feel gross saying it, white foreigners are kind of seen as social trophies for the Bengali elites. It was pretty normal to have a bunch of middle class whities in the same social circles as Bengali peeps who were stupid, stupid wealthy. The other thing to note is that the police are useless in Dhaka. Like actual useless. If you need help, you go to the mob. So through socializing, my sister made friends with the brothers who run Sikder Group. All this to explain how I ended up in a Chinese bowling alley, running away from a drunken mob boss (Rick) as he chased me and randomly shot his drat gun off. Not to intentionally hit me, but to show how cool his gun was. It's sheer luck I didn't get hit. He was stumbling, droning drunk.
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