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Bored, and I recently have a recurring thought about this incident, and wanted to see if anyone else had weird stories of things that have happened to them.

 

As some of you know, I'm hell bent on the charity for my sister, who passed away 4 years ago this May. I was in high school at the time, and, reluctantly, was told to go to a psychologist who visited every Thursday. I was taking it as well as possible, helping others and shunning help from those who offered. The only real bad thing was that I was losing a lot of sleep. This, of course, prompted the thoughts I was going through a much worse time with drug use (no). So one day, I was down at the psychologist, and she brought my mother in (an aide at the school) and said "Your son should head to Staunton Clinic at the hospital for a psychological evaluation, they'll find him some anti-depressants and help him sleep. If you need help finding it, stop in to the ER and they'll give you directions.

 

So, I was taken out of school, and went to the hospital. My dad came, too, leaving work, and we didn't know where it was. My mother, unsure, went up to the counter at the ER and said "My son has been taken out of school and is in need of a psychological evaluation."

 

Now the fun began.

 

The people there took it as "this kid was kicked out of school cause he went psycho." I was escorted by two very lovely nurses and one very beastly security guard to, what I thought, was Staunton Clinic. I walked in to a room with about 20 video cameras and had a metal detector put up to me. The officer abruptly asks me "did you bring your lighter and smokes today kid?" I, not understanding the situation, jokingly said "no, I left them at home."

 

Dead Silence.

 

I was told to go in to a small room, strip down, and put on a hospital gown. I did so, still unknowing, and came out. I was immediately put in to a padded cell, sat down on a hard rubber "bed", and looked out the 2 by 2 barred window at the bushes outside.

 

... 3 hours later, after being constantly kept awake by the woman banging her head on the wall by me every 6 seconds (Literally, I counted) and muttering Satanic messages, a doctor comes in. He sits down as far away from me as possible, and starts rattling off questions: "Where do you cut yourself at night? Who have you thought about killing? Are you going to kill yourself? What the hells your problem?" None of these, of course, was I allowed to answer without him bursting in or telling me what I was thinking, and as he was getting up and saying "Well we're going to strip you down, give you a drug test and see what you're taking," I finally spoke up and said "excuse me sir, is this Staunton Clinic?"

 

Count out 2 minutes in your head, and that is how long the man stared at me. He didn't say a word, turned around, and walked out, leaving the door open. I heard mumbling, and a woman came in and said "We'll bring someone in shortly to speak with you."

 

I could've sued, could've raised hell, but I was entirely to surprised/amused by the situation to really do anything.

 

Again, messed up story, but want to know if anything else like this happens to people. If not, then enjoy what I had to go through for 6 hours of my young life :thumbsup:;):lol:

The Poojer Hall of Famer

The Poojer

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so where the heck were you????

 

 

Bored, and I recently have a recurring thought about this incident, and wanted to see if anyone else had weird stories of things that have happened to them.

 

As some of you know, I'm hell bent on the charity for my sister, who passed away 4 years ago this May. I was in high school at the time, and, reluctantly, was told to go to a psychologist who visited every Thursday. I was taking it as well as possible, helping others and shunning help from those who offered. The only real bad thing was that I was losing a lot of sleep. This, of course, prompted the thoughts I was going through a much worse time with drug use (no). So one day, I was down at the psychologist, and she brought my mother in (an aide at the school) and said "Your son should head to Staunton Clinic at the hospital for a psychological evaluation, they'll find him some anti-depressants and help him sleep. If you need help finding it, stop in to the ER and they'll give you directions.

 

So, I was taken out of school, and went to the hospital. My dad came, too, leaving work, and we didn't know where it was. My mother, unsure, went up to the counter at the ER and said "My son has been taken out of school and is in need of a psychological evaluation."

 

Now the fun began.

 

The people there took it as "this kid was kicked out of school cause he went psycho." I was escorted by two very lovely nurses and one very beastly security guard to, what I thought, was Staunton Clinic. I walked in to a room with about 20 video cameras and had a metal detector put up to me. The officer abruptly asks me "did you bring your lighter and smokes today kid?" I, not understanding the situation, jokingly said "no, I left them at home."

 

Dead Silence.

 

I was told to go in to a small room, strip down, and put on a hospital gown. I did so, still unknowing, and came out. I was immediately put in to a padded cell, sat down on a hard rubber "bed", and looked out the 2 by 2 barred window at the bushes outside.

 

... 3 hours later, after being constantly kept awake by the woman banging her head on the wall by me every 6 seconds (Literally, I counted) and muttering Satanic messages, a doctor comes in. He sits down as far away from me as possible, and starts rattling off questions: "Where do you cut yourself at night? Who have you thought about killing? Are you going to kill yourself? What the hells your problem?" None of these, of course, was I allowed to answer without him bursting in or telling me what I was thinking, and as he was getting up and saying "Well we're going to strip you down, give you a drug test and see what you're taking," I finally spoke up and said "excuse me sir, is this Staunton Clinic?"

 

Count out 2 minutes in your head, and that is how long the man stared at me. He didn't say a word, turned around, and walked out, leaving the door open. I heard mumbling, and a woman came in and said "We'll bring someone in shortly to speak with you."

 

I could've sued, could've raised hell, but I was entirely to surprised/amused by the situation to really do anything.

 

Again, messed up story, but want to know if anything else like this happens to people. If not, then enjoy what I had to go through for 6 hours of my young life :thumbsup:;):lol:

Chef Jim Hall of Famer

Chef Jim

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For those of you wondering where he was, I finished his story for him.

 

Bored, and I recently have a recurring thought about this incident, and wanted to see if anyone else had weird stories of things that have happened to them.

 

As some of you know, I'm hell bent on the charity for my sister, who passed away 4 years ago this May. I was in high school at the time, and, reluctantly, was told to go to a psychologist who visited every Thursday. I was taking it as well as possible, helping others and shunning help from those who offered. The only real bad thing was that I was losing a lot of sleep. This, of course, prompted the thoughts I was going through a much worse time with drug use (no). So one day, I was down at the psychologist, and she brought my mother in (an aide at the school) and said "Your son should head to Staunton Clinic at the hospital for a psychological evaluation, they'll find him some anti-depressants and help him sleep. If you need help finding it, stop in to the ER and they'll give you directions.

 

So, I was taken out of school, and went to the hospital. My dad came, too, leaving work, and we didn't know where it was. My mother, unsure, went up to the counter at the ER and said "My son has been taken out of school and is in need of a psychological evaluation."

 

Now the fun began.

 

The people there took it as "this kid was kicked out of school cause he went psycho." I was escorted by two very lovely nurses and one very beastly security guard to, what I thought, was Staunton Clinic. I walked in to a room with about 20 video cameras and had a metal detector put up to me. The officer abruptly asks me "did you bring your lighter and smokes today kid?" I, not understanding the situation, jokingly said "no, I left them at home."

 

Dead Silence.

 

I was told to go in to a small room, strip down, and put on a hospital gown. I did so, still unknowing, and came out. I was immediately put in to a padded cell, sat down on a hard rubber "bed", and looked out the 2 by 2 barred window at the bushes outside.

 

... 3 hours later, after being constantly kept awake by the woman banging her head on the wall by me every 6 seconds (Literally, I counted) and muttering Satanic messages, a doctor comes in. He sits down as far away from me as possible, and starts rattling off questions: "Where do you cut yourself at night? Who have you thought about killing? Are you going to kill yourself? What the hells your problem?" None of these, of course, was I allowed to answer without him bursting in or telling me what I was thinking, and as he was getting up and saying "Well we're going to strip you down, give you a drug test and see what you're taking," I finally spoke up and said "excuse me sir, is this Staunton Clinic?"

 

Count out 2 minutes in your head, and that is how long the man stared at me. He didn't say a word, turned around, and walked out, leaving the door open. I heard mumbling, and a woman came in and said "We'll bring someone in shortly to speak with you."

 

As they led me out of the facility I asked where I was. No one there would tell me, all they would do was shake their heads, their eyes to the ground. As I walked out into the daylight I turned my head for a brief second and caught a glimpse of the sign above the door. And to my horror it read:

 

THE STADIUM WALL PPP BOARD

gmac17 Veteran

gmac17

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please end the story.

 

my oddest story is the time I got on the wrong airplane on the wrong airline to the wrong city. And then made it to my final destination 2 hours before my original flight did...

The Poojer Hall of Famer

The Poojer

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there is a story of a syracuse basketball player from a couple years ago that instead of boarding a plane for Oakland, boarded one and ended up in Aukland. Probably cant happen in this day and age...... :thumbsup:

 

please end the story.

 

my oddest story is the time I got on the wrong airplane on the wrong airline to the wrong city. And then made it to my final destination 2 hours before my original flight did...

Tcali All Pro

Tcali

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One time at band camp...

mine involved walking in and using the restroom at a restaurant....the sad part being it was the ladies r room....

-My guardian angel must have been looking outr for me cuz only one woman saw me and it was in a town and restaurant 1000 miles from where i live..LOL

gmac17 Veteran

gmac17

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They were all stupid or not listening.

 

I wasn't listening , which i guess means also stupid.....and in a hurry and on probably my 15th flight in a 2 week period....and I still didn't pick up on it when my seat was 32d and there were only 26 rows....

KD in CA Hall of Famer

KD in CA

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How f'ing stupid do you have to be to not be able to recognize the difference between landing at La Guardia and Syracuse? She didn't know she wasn't in NYC until a cab driver told her?? :thumbsup:

 

 

Every day, according to airline analysts, more than 1,000 passengers fly to a wrong destination on US airlines.

 

Just when I think people can't possibly be any dumber, I read a stat like that. A thousand people EVERY DAY?? WTF??

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erynthered

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How f'ing stupid do you have to be to not be able to recognize the difference between landing at La Guardia and Syracuse? She didn't know she wasn't in NYC until a cab driver told her?? :D

 

 

 

 

Just when I think people can't possibly be any dumber, I read a stat like that. A thousand people EVERY DAY?? WTF??

 

 

My brother has done it a few times. On Purpose. The airlines were more than happy to make sure he got home safe after he's extended his vacations in different parts of the country. :thumbsup:

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How f'ing stupid do you have to be to not be able to recognize the difference between landing at La Guardia and Syracuse? She didn't know she wasn't in NYC until a cab driver told her?? :thumbsup:

 

These are the same people in the pot smoke-out at the University of Colorado yesterday. :D

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