re: Have you ever walked up on something you weren't supposed to see?

I went hiking on tunica hills once and there were some NOLA hippies in the parking lot. My friend and I went in first, and when we were walking on the way back through the creek bed, we heard some grunting and moaning. There was only way to get back on the trail. Lo and behold, these two were banging on the trail. They stopped to let us walk past and this dog was barking its head off. She had a bush like you wouldn't believe. It was awkward af

My neighbor does the same thing. Pisses in my bushes. Hmmmmmm

Yep. I posted about it a while ago in a New Orleans thread.

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I was enjoying an early morning coffee on my balcony at a B&B in the French Quarter before the Texas-Virginia Tech Sugar Bowl in the mid 90's. I saw an obese black woman on the street glancing around suspiciously. No one was around and she didn't notice me. She proceeded to pop a squat close to an alley and relinquish diarrhea onto the street. When finished, she zipped up and walked about her way like no big deal. Great way to start the morning. I'm not sure if I was more perplexed by the act of shitting on the street or her candid post-response of acting like that was another day in the park. Nonetheless, I passed on the beignet breakfast... This post was edited on 8/28 at 10:36 am

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Walked up on my dad and his syblings discussing their childhood beatings at a family reunion. Some were beat worse than others by my grandfather. Some held grudges and hated him. My dad was beat but took care of him as he got older and experienced his fathers remorse and was more sympathetic.

Betty Childs

I was about 10 when I walked in on my mom and dad doing the 69 thing. Was not sure what I saw but knew I should not have seen it. It was not till a couple of years later that I fully realized what the hell they were actually doing.

It was a long time ago and we had traveled to Dallas for Thanksgiving. I wandered up on the grassy knoll near a stockade looking fence...

i was in high school, probably around 16-17, and i was going over to my girlfriend's house on a weeknight to "study".

she had a long walkway to her front door, and so i parked on the street near the mailbox and started walking up to the front door as i had countless times before. on each side of the door they had two skinny door length windows that you could see through to the entryway and then into the livingroom about 15 feet from the door.

so as i approached the door and right before i knocked i saw her dad sitting in one of their leather lounge chairs facing the tv, he stood up and had nothing but a t-shirt on and whitey-tighties, and just as i was standing there, frozen, trying to think if i should run off or what the automatic porch light flicked on and he turned his head straight towards me and could see i was looking in the window, we locked eyes and had a nice embarrassing moment.

it was all the more embarrassing because he was a very conservative quiet type, a banker that was always suit and tie for the most part. casual wear consisted of khakis, never jeans. and there he was just chilling walking around the house in his undies, which was even more strange because he had two teenage daughters living at home. most dad's would have made a joke about it and had a laugh, but we pretended like it never happened.

another incident with the same girlfriend was when i stopped by to pick her up and head out to a movie on like a saturday afternoon.

so we went to the theater, and whatever we wanted to see was sold out, or we changed our minds and just decided to go back to her house. we walk in the backdoor by the kitchen and all of the lights and tv's were off, we were just there 20 minutes earlier and both her parents were watching tv.

both of their cars were in the garage, so my gf started yelling out "MOM...DAD..." she starts walking towards their bedroom in the back of the house and right as she's about to open the door her mom walks out looking straight up scandy with hair disheveled and clothes that had quickly thrown on. the three of us looked around and acted like we didn't know they were just boning, but we all knew she just got off the d-train.

Drove by about 10 black dudes chasing and beating the shite out of another black guy. I called the police.

Saturday night saw 22 dudes wearing Maroon helmets beating the hell out of 22 dudes wearing LSU helmets.....it was a legal beating but will take time to get over what I witnessed.