What's the most hostile or crazy thing a stranger has done to you for no reason?

[JJJ's Ulcer]

Talking is not a "hostile" or "crazy" thing. That's a normal thing. Which makes me think you may be the crazy and/or hostile person...

 

[RetrogradeOrbit]

When I was around 16 or 17 I had parked my motorbike in a public parking area near our local park.
I walked through the park and was cutting across some church grounds to get to a pub where my Mum was working, to drop something off to her.
Two men, both clearly drunk, were walking toward me and passed me, immediately after one of them shouted something like "You f**king wanker!" and the next I knew, I had been grabbed from behind in a stranglehold around my neck.
It only lasted for a second or two as his friend grabbed him and made him let go.

But I have to say, it was a very disconcerting experience. Absolutely frightened the crap out of me. I did not know either of these guys. I can only guess that the one who attacked me was so drunk he mistook me for someone else or just took an instant dislike to me!

 

[Monsieur Xavier]

Talking is not a "hostile" or "crazy" thing. That's a normal thing. Which makes me think you may be the crazy and/or hostile person...

Hostile no, crazy no, odd/weird probably, introvert yes.
Edit : I don't feel assaulted when someone talk to me, it was being over the top.

 

[JJJ's Ulcer]

I know. So was I.

 

[Monsieur Xavier]

 

[craigdbfan]

After watching the Avengers (the first one, this happened in 2012) for a second time I took the bus back to my house. Typically I would never take the bus but my car was in at the mechanic. Anyway, as I was headed home a clearly drunk individual steps onto the bus with a crooked smile and stumbles his way around to the back.

As he tries finding his footing he ends up falling onto my knees and shoes to which I didn't say anything as he got up and gave another drunken crooked smile. This guy was super intoxicated to the point where he smelled like rubbing alcohol. Quickly his smile turned into a frown and stood up beside where I was sitting and out of nowhere pulls out a butterfly knife. For a good long while nobody noticed until two young girls did and I heard them audibly say "Oh my god". Others clearly saw as well and decided to ignore the whole situation all together.

At this point I obviously know this guy has the knife out and he keeps on looking straight ahead as he keeps flaunting and circling the knife close to my stomach. Nobody did anything for a good 10 - 15 minutes. His bus stop finally came up and he put his knife away and went to get his bike from the front of the bus and drunkenly biked away.

What I'll always remember from that day is that on a full bus nobody said or did a damn thing. All I remember doing is just keeping my composure and hoping this ****ing idiot didn't decide to jam that knife into my stomach.

I'll never be taking the bus again.

 

[Tanin]

I've had a group of Christians harass me about how if I joined their church my disabilities would be healed.

 

[Mariah]

Today a of couple scary baristas just yelled at me because I brought in food outside of their cafe and that it wasn't Kosher. I had 2 employees (one was oddly staring at me as soon as I walked inside) rudely yelling at me telling me: "I saw you eat the food in your mouth. We have a policy at this store. I don't want to see it. Put it in your bag and leave it there. Now." I thought she was gonna cut me.

You'd think I committed a cardinal sin. I wanted to say, "Dude, you work in a shallow cafe where everything is overpriced and your WiFi sucks to high hell. Chill."

 

[JJJ's Ulcer]

After watching the Avengers (the first one, this happened in 2012) for a second time I took the bus back to my house. Typically I would never take the bus but my car was in at the mechanic. Anyway, as I was headed home a clearly drunk individual steps onto the bus with a crooked smile and stumbles his way around to the back.

As he tries finding his footing he ends up falling onto my knees and shoes to which I didn't say anything as he got up and gave another drunken crooked smile. This guy was super intoxicated to the point where he smelled like rubbing alcohol. Quickly his smile turned into a frown and stood up beside where I was sitting and out of nowhere pulls out a butterfly knife. For a good long while nobody noticed until two young girls did and I heard them audibly say "Oh my god". Others clearly saw as well and decided to ignore the whole situation all together.

At this point I obviously know this guy has the knife out and he keeps on looking straight ahead as he keeps flaunting and circling the knife close to my stomach. Nobody did anything for a good 10 - 15 minutes. His bus stop finally came up and he put his knife away and went to get his bike from the front of the bus and drunkenly biked away.

What I'll always remember from that day is that on a full bus nobody said or did a damn thing. All I remember doing is just keeping my composure and hoping this ****ing idiot didn't decide to jam that knife into my stomach.

I'll never be taking the bus again.

When I was 16, a group of kids tried mugging me in broad daylight (I say "tried", because I got punched in the face and threatened with a knife, but I managed to run away before they could get my wallet). It was in broad daylight and lots of adults who could have done something, passed us. And like your experience, no one did a ****ing thing. Even the store I ran into to escape them when I made a dash for it, acted like my presence and request to use their phone to call the police (this was 2000 so I didn't have a cell) was a burden instead of being concerned for my safety. The guy clearly wished I had run into another store to escape a group of teenagers who had already bloodied me up and were threatening me with a switch-blade.

 

[The Question]

I used to have a job going door to door for a political campaign. They had very specific rules for how we were supposed to knock on people's doors: Knock once. Wait 30 seconds. If they don't come to the door, knock a second time. If they still don't come to the door, drop a pamphlet on their doorstep and leave. Simple, straightforward, and I think fairly respectful.

So, once time, I knocked on this guy's door. He did not answer. I waited the 30 seconds. I thought I saw one of the curtains on the window next to the door move, but I didn't see a hand or anything so I figured it was 50/50 whether it had been a person or the wind. I knocked a second time, fully prepared to drop my lit and leave, and suddenly the door swings open, and a guy screams at me face "ARE YOU ****ING ******ED?!" and then slams the door in my face.

 

[Nemeres]

This one time when I was younger I was at the supermarket and this running little girl crashed into me and fell to the floor. Two instants later, before I could even help her up or anything, her mom came out of nowhere, hoisted the girl up and said, "As if you hadn't seen her! Stupid!", then disappeared. I was like "What the hell just happened?" and kept going over the thing to detect what it was that I had done wrong. I can understand an angry mom, but she was the one letting her tiny girl run around in a crowded place. Aggressive lady.

 

[Asteroid-Man]

Well here goes...

So I was in Ottawa a couple months after the shooting, and I left my buddy's place to take a call (I was talking to my father in Farsi over the phone). As I was walking down the street, across the road I see some guy pacing in a bus shelter muttering something angrily. His hands were at his side but I figured he was just on a hands-free device. So I keep walking.

On my way back towards the house, the guy in the bus shelter comes out of the shelter and rushes me from across the road. His fists are clenched, his muttering gets angrier and angrier, and he starts getting louder and louder.

I tell my dad to hang on a second. If I ran to the house, I'd have to get through the guy. If I ran away, I'd be running to nothing, plus if he had a gun it might provoke him. So I continue towards the guy a bit faster as I lower the phone.

So me and this guy get to a distance of about ten feet, and I notice he's middle eastern and he's muttering something in Arabic.

Now we both stop, and just stare at each other. Finally the man repeatedly goes "Allah'u'akbar... allah'u'akbar... allah'u'akbar..." as he starts to walk across the street backwards, not breaking eye contact with me. He goes back into the bus shelter.

I walk back to my friends house watching this guy like a hawk.

I'm convinced he saw me as his kin. Only time being a bearded middle eastern guy has come in handy.

 

[Samarus]

Reading some of this story I am afraid to go out of the house again.

 

[Avenging Angel]

Made eye-contact and actually said hello. I thought that was pretty crazy.

 

[JJJ's Ulcer]

Haha what a story, Mark.