If you’re an adventurous person, you might have said something along the lines of, “I’ll try anything once!” And that’s a good mantra to have when it comes to sampling new foods while traveling the world or trying to find a fitness class that you enjoy. But even if you like taking risks, it’s important that you don’t throw safety completely out the window.
Redditors have recently been sharing stories of people who “messed around and found out” when it came to dangerous things, so we’ve gathered their wildest tales below. From slipping on banana peels to refusing to wear PPE, enjoy reading through these stories that will hopefully remind you not to play with fire!
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This thread reminds me of a funny story of my brother's.
So when we were kids, our step father was really strict and to be honest, a bit of a jerk. He had my brother digging post holes all day when he was about 10 or 12, and my brother's hands began to blister and bleed. My brother asked my stepfather for a pair of gloves to protect his hands and my step-dad derided and ridiculed him. "Oh what? You want a pair of b***h mittens?"
Fast forward several years and my brother is a grown man and a foreman for a construction crew. As a favor to my stepfather, my brother gets him a job on his crew. One day, they were digging holes or something and my stepfather's hands began to blister and bleed. My step-dad asked my brother for a pair of gloves to protect his hands. "Oh what?", my brother replied. "You want a pair of b***h mittens?"
He waited over 15 years for that moment.
Walking down the sidewalk in NYC with my wife, I saw a banana peel on the ground and was like "why do they always show people slipping on these? How slippery can they be?" I then proceeded to put all my weight on it, and totally did the legs flying up in the air landing on my butt thing like you see in cartoons. I look up and my wife was rolling her eyes to the point that I think she was seriously wondering how she married me.
When I was in middle school my parents used to buy granola bars to have around as quick snacks for us kids. Well one day they came home with a Costco size box of Fiber One bars. I had no clue what fiber did, all I knew was those bars were tasty and I had an insatiable appetite, so I went to town. The next day at school my stomach was absolutely k*****g me. I mean it felt like steel wool was ripping around my intestines. It was so bad I had to have the school nurse call my parents to pick me up. When my dad arrived he asked if I had eaten anything unusual, so I fessed up to mowing through Fiber One bars.
Dad: "Do you know what fiber does?"
Me: "No."
Dad: "How many did you eat?"
Me: ".... six."
Cue the absolutely maniacal laughter from my father. That was about 20 years ago and I still haven't lived that one down.
When I was a welder we had a lot of people who thought using any kind of PPE was feminine from old guys to brand new 18 year olds. One day a guy was using the squint method to do a vertical weld and managed to splash some of the molten metal into his eyes. He's blind now and due to not using the PPE provided he wasn't able to get workers compensation or sue the corporation.
Fellas, is it feminine to have eyes that aren't resistant to sparks and molten metal?
When I was 13 a friend and I hopped onto a slow moving freight train for...kid reasons.
Then we took a 7 hour ride through nowhere before it slowed down again.
Mom was pissed about that phone call.
I started bullying the only kid who was geekier and smaller than me in high school for one reason, and one reason only - to impress the one girl who lived next-door to both of us.
On day one he kicked my a*s in front of the girl.
Tried c****ne and fell in love with it instantly. Suddenly I was this very social, outgoing guy who could finally drink like my bigger friends (I was about 130lbs at the time) without passing out by 9.
Once a month turned into once a week, which eventually became every day. Alcohol and c****ne. My two best friends. I became a man wh*re, and somehow managed not to get anyone pregnant or contract an STD.
What I did manage to do was ruin a marriage by sleeping with a married woman very regularly. I also lost jobs, lost friends and almost lost my life due to my addictions. I’m 5 years sober now, but some of the consequences of my actions are still hovering over my head.
C****ne IS a hell of a d**g.
I had a substance abuse problem with cocaine as well. It was one of the only things that shut up all the bad thoughts in my head and made the bad feelings stop. I was more fortunate(?) than OP - my love affair with cocaine only cost me ~$7,000 instead of making me lose everything, including my life (I almost ODed a number of times, and one never knows what your hit might be contaminated with.) But there were a number of times - the near-ODs - when I got so effed up that I literally could not fall asleep for 3+ days. Did I feel GREAT when I'd just had a hit? You bet. Was it worth it? Fck no. Turns out my abusive relationship with my now-ex was causing my normal low-grade depression/suicidal ideation to spiral out of control, which is why I got into cocaine and other illegal substances via a co-worker. I was lucky that I didn't hit rock bottom before I realized where I was headed. I realized my cat Kohl needed me and I was responsible for her. I've been clean for 4 years now :)
My uncle gave me some M-80s. I thought it would be good idea to light them up and put them in a large Fire-Ant nest, as a way to get rid of the ants. Turns out, all it does is p**s them off and make them airborn. I ended up getting a nice hot shower of Fire-Ants. I don't recommend it.
I was a 7 YO at a kids party and we all walked down to the bodega on the corner for slushies. I finished mine and while we were all hanging at the pool, I noticed an unattended slushie another girl had. I was still thirsty and being a greedy little s**t, I put the straw to my lips for a sip.
I just didn’t realize a bee was stuck upside down in the straw, stinger first. Stinger meets lip. Swollen for days.
Greatest story of karma I’ve ever encountered.
I got stung by a wasp on the eyelid, looked like I'd been punched repeatedly in the eye. Don't throw stones into random bushes because I did and must have hit a nest by accident judging by the amount of wasps that hunted me down
When I was a teenager, I had a serious chip on my shoulder. One day, some guy got in my friend’s face, and I decided to intervene. Without thinking, I hit him. Back then, I was a wrestler and had the strength to match, so I completely wrecked the kid without much effort.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from him. I turned around and found myself face-to-face with his brother. As it turns out, this guy was famous for being on the Olympic wrestling team. And for some reason—probably fueled by adrenaline or stupidity—I swung on him.
What happened next humbled me instantly. He caught my arm mid-swing like it was nothing and just held it there. He looked at me with mild annoyance and tightened his grip ever so slightly. It wasn’t painful, but the sheer strength in his hand, combined with how effortlessly he restrained me, made one thing clear: if he wanted to hurt me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
I froze, realizing how badly this could go for me. I apologized right away, saying we’d leave. He just nodded and let us walk away, like it wasn’t worth his time.
That moment stuck with me. It was a quiet, powerful lesson: sometimes, it’s better to back down, because there are people out there who could utterly wreck you if they wanted to. It’s something I’ve never forgotten.
At the tender age of 5, I thought the tweezers were the perfect shape to fit the outlet. That day I found out how much force my dad had in his leg to kick me away from where I was stuck getting cooked.
I got stuck to the fridge once as a kid about the same age when I was opening it to get some milk or whatever (very old fridge, I was barefoot), then my grandad tried to pull me away and got stuck as well. At least my gran was a thinking person and just pulled the socket off the wall plug! I was lucky they were around!
My neighbor was remodeling her attic into a game room. She had stacks of beautiful old furniture including a Tiffany-esque lamp. She asked me if i wanted it but warned me it was probably going to need to be rewired because it was from 1910 or something. I got it home, cleaned it thoroughly and plugged it in to admire the glass panels. Great, worked fine. Then I went to move it and touched the bottom while it was plugged in. (The metal base was missing a part). The resulting shock gave me a glimpse of the afterlife and I sat there stunned for about 20 seconds checking if my heart was still beating. Yes, it did need to be rewired.
Ate an entire ghost pepper on a dare. Spent the next hour crying in the bathroom with milk and yogurt. My taste buds filed for divorce that day.
I ate a Carolina reaper on a dare and vomited so hard I broke blood vessels in my eyes…no more dares for me!
Someone I knew wanted to open her marriage even though her husband didn’t want to. He said he didn’t like it but wouldn’t stop her. She couldn’t find anything more than casual hookups while he started dating an ex. He’s with the ex now now and they are getting divorced. .
It takes a LOT of communication and honesty and it's not for most people. But it can work.
Back in my highschool days, the principal decided it was a good idea to implement a bookbag size rule, with stringent size limits on both extreme ends. Now, I was the one kid who broke the upper limit with my large rolly-polly bag. I had it listed as a medical device on my IEP just to make sure I could keep it. (The reason I could do this in the first place is another adventure) But the lower end?
This is a high school. The youngest girls are 13. These girls menstruate. A lot girls carry small bags with their pads and such. Now, the teachers didn't have any issues with this, because it's not like they can hold it. What are they going to do? Well, the administration are sticklers for rules, and the bags *are* smaller than allowed.
Needless to say, a lot of girls got their pads stolen. A lot of fathers find out. A lot of them are understandably *very f*****g angry*. Three or four of them walk into the principal's office about 2 weeks after the rule was implemented. There was a very loud scuffle for about 15 minutes, bags were returned, and the rule was never enforced again. Principal had a limp for the rest of the year.
At 18, I had a *real grown-up job* and decided to splurge a bit when I got my first check. I bought a party tray of 2-dozen chocolate chip cookies from the local Safeway (if you know, you know) and decided to eat some. Some turned into 24.
I s**t my pants on the way to work, turned around and left, s**t my pants again on the way home. S**t for two days straight.
I can’t look at a chocolate chip cookie without feeling my b******e quiver. .
As kids my brothers and I were playing with hairspray and lighters to do the whole flame torch thing 😂. Well my mom found the supplies behind the couch one morning. She was wearing a soft robe. She wanted to show us what happened when we played with fire. She took the lighter and lit her arm on fire. However, the flame spread a lot faster than she anticipated and her whole arm caught fire and she was freaking out trying to get it out. She sure showed us what playing with fire will do.
Put my finger on a hot car cigarette lighter. I didn’t think it was hot because it wasn’t red, it was white. Btw, this was like 45 years ago.
I worked in a night club. Someone attacked the bouncer and was ejected with a bop on the head and a "don't f**ken come back.
The guy came back, he grabbed a lady inappropriately. Two bouncers grabbed him and took him out the back door and beat the c**p out of him and took his wallet.(they took it into the police station the next day).
I was four. My brother had the flu and was getting so much attention. Attention I wanted.
Four year old me proceeds to run out in the middle of winter, all but(t) naked, screaming that I wanted the flu.
I got the flu.
I did NOT want the flu.
Wondered if the ice was thick enough to cross the river.
It wasn't.
I'll tell you, being on the wrong side of the ice can really motivate you to move fast.
Luckily, not a big river - was able to get close to the bank and break back through there.
The ice is always thick enough to cross the river - if you can swim that far in cold water.
I was swimming with a group of friends in a river. I wandered off upstream after smoking a joint and didn’t tell anyone. All alone, high af, I got in the river and started swimming with the current.
It felt like I was supersonic swimming.
I decided I’d had enough and when I went to stand up in the shallow water, I was swept off my feet.
Next thing I knew I was in some rapids. I couldn’t do anything, just observe my stupid a*s get thrashed around as I was forced under, and watch huge rocks barely miss my head as I flew by. At that point I was not expecting a good result.
Just when I resigned myself to my fate, it all went quiet and calm. I’d made it through somehow and was able to get on my feet unscathed and pale as a ghost so my friends said. I was right back to where they were. They laughed because they knew exactly what happened.
When I was a “bouncer” there was a small scuffle at the bar and I went to go steaming in, work mate tells me to slow down. I don’t listen. Ended up the guy fighting played for Leicester Tigers (rugby) and he absolutely manhandled me like I was a small child!
I found out.
Bouncers job is to deescalate, not to be stupid and rush into situations. When I grew up there was this bouncer that was famous for always starting fights and making them worse. Whenever we saw him at the door at a place we went to some other place, not to risk anything.
My life is full of them, but most recently I decided to DIY a small bathroom makeover in my basement. Mostly retrofit, drywall, laminate flooring. 3 months and a couple of thousand later it's still unfinished and I need to hire someone to finish. How, you ask, is this FAFO? My brother is a gifted GC who does not live close said "man, its tricky, and can turn into a money pit quick, just hire someone"......
Decided not to use a condom with my husband. We were both on the fence about having kids. We thought, it couldn't happen if we did it just once, right? I'm 30 weeks pregnant with fraternal twins now.
Condoms can break. Both people should have been on a form of birth control if they were on the fence about having children.
One day while I was driving down the road, I was punching my windshield (lightly) because it was making a funny sound
My buddy in the passenger seat: “You’re going to crack your windshield.”
Me: “No I won’t.” *windshield punch*
Windshield: “Crack”
Me: “…”.
Reminds me of a story from teh brewing industry. The brewery had glass lined tanks. One day an FNG slaps one with a wrench and hears a funny sound. It doesn't sound like that again when he tries it again. He finds out the tank next to it does. But only once. He goes down teh whole line cracking these extremely expensive glass lined tanks.
Drove through a large puddle in the road going around 45mph
It was deeper than I thought and a giant wave of water completely covered the windshield and I almost lost control.
Luckily it was around 530am and nobody else was on that road but it was quite shocking. .
I was hitting a rock with a hammer as a kid, well the rock eventually flew up right into my eye ball. Took my family an hour to convince me that my eye didn’t pop.
I got my finger stuck in a bottle trying to get more cream out, my finger quickly became swollen and purple, I had to go to the ER .
My mother is the textbook definition of "toxic narcissist" and is also extremely abusive. She abused me (in every way you can abuse a child) during my entire childhood. As a child, I would just "grey rock" whenever she was on an abusive rampage (we didn't have that phrase back then, but that's what I did.) But when I hit my teenage years, I started feeling my oats (and I was also taller than my mom by then) so I stopped wanting to eat endless miles of her sh!t. One day, she was in the kitchen preparing a roast, and I talked back to her when she yelled at me for wearing jeans (instead of a dress.) Turns out that being taller than someone doesn't mean you're stronger than they are. I ended up with the tip of a kitchen knife embedded a half-inch in my bicep. Obviously she was totally the only wrong one in the situation, but I still should have just kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to smart off to her.
Mine was while I was still in my early 20’s…I was in a hurry and instead of walking around a snow embankment I decided to leap over it like a gazelle. I was graceful until I landed on the other side which was fill of ice..I twisted my ankle and fell hard on my butt…it took 6 long weeks for my ankle tendons to heal and the swelling to finally go down. I definitely FAFO!!! :D
Oh, I have a similar one! I grew up in a very flat location. No mountains, very few notable hills or valleys. The idea that a parking lot might be anything but 100% flat is *wild* to me. But I was in the Canadian maritimes for a visit and that place is very much NOT flat. I was leaving a restaurant at night (ie, it was quite dark) & going with a different group than I'd arrived with, when I realized I'd left something in the first car - which was driving away. I tried to flag them down, chased them a little, saw a row of parking bumpers, and did a little jump as I ran, just enough air-time to get over them. Well, it was a 3-foot drop on the other side. At least the worst I got was some very bloody knees and elbows. But the best part is that I was carrying a bunch of helium balloons when I did this, so my friends watching saw my silhouette disappear and the balloons descend to ground-height. Then after a few seconds the balloons lifted a few inches while I meekly let out, "I'm ok!"
Load More Replies...I went bridge jumping with some buddies in college. The railroad trestle was about 40 feet above the river. It was early April and the spring thaw made the water about 45 degrees. I wasn't the first to jump, but the moment my feet left the trestle, I knew it was a HUGE mistake. My knee bent about half way through my fall and I ended up with a welt about a half an inch out, the entire length and width of the back of my thigh. I was still bruised 6 weeks later when my mom came to pack me up at the end of term. It's actually a wonder I didn't go into shock and drown.
My mother is the textbook definition of "toxic narcissist" and is also extremely abusive. She abused me (in every way you can abuse a child) during my entire childhood. As a child, I would just "grey rock" whenever she was on an abusive rampage (we didn't have that phrase back then, but that's what I did.) But when I hit my teenage years, I started feeling my oats (and I was also taller than my mom by then) so I stopped wanting to eat endless miles of her sh!t. One day, she was in the kitchen preparing a roast, and I talked back to her when she yelled at me for wearing jeans (instead of a dress.) Turns out that being taller than someone doesn't mean you're stronger than they are. I ended up with the tip of a kitchen knife embedded a half-inch in my bicep. Obviously she was totally the only wrong one in the situation, but I still should have just kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to smart off to her.
Mine was while I was still in my early 20’s…I was in a hurry and instead of walking around a snow embankment I decided to leap over it like a gazelle. I was graceful until I landed on the other side which was fill of ice..I twisted my ankle and fell hard on my butt…it took 6 long weeks for my ankle tendons to heal and the swelling to finally go down. I definitely FAFO!!! :D
Oh, I have a similar one! I grew up in a very flat location. No mountains, very few notable hills or valleys. The idea that a parking lot might be anything but 100% flat is *wild* to me. But I was in the Canadian maritimes for a visit and that place is very much NOT flat. I was leaving a restaurant at night (ie, it was quite dark) & going with a different group than I'd arrived with, when I realized I'd left something in the first car - which was driving away. I tried to flag them down, chased them a little, saw a row of parking bumpers, and did a little jump as I ran, just enough air-time to get over them. Well, it was a 3-foot drop on the other side. At least the worst I got was some very bloody knees and elbows. But the best part is that I was carrying a bunch of helium balloons when I did this, so my friends watching saw my silhouette disappear and the balloons descend to ground-height. Then after a few seconds the balloons lifted a few inches while I meekly let out, "I'm ok!"
Load More Replies...I went bridge jumping with some buddies in college. The railroad trestle was about 40 feet above the river. It was early April and the spring thaw made the water about 45 degrees. I wasn't the first to jump, but the moment my feet left the trestle, I knew it was a HUGE mistake. My knee bent about half way through my fall and I ended up with a welt about a half an inch out, the entire length and width of the back of my thigh. I was still bruised 6 weeks later when my mom came to pack me up at the end of term. It's actually a wonder I didn't go into shock and drown.