So, I've had my fair share of absolutely bizarre things happen in my life. Most were when I lived in Detroit, as a teen. No one ever believed my insane stories unless they were there with me when things happened. What is the craziest thing that happened to you that nobody believes (obviously keep things appropriate for the forum)? I'll kick it off with what's, well, not the craziest thing that ever happened, but the one that none of my friends believed, and got out of hand. Background: I used to live in Detroit. People drive pretty ragey there. So, one day, I was driving up I-75 just north of the city (around 14 mile road for any Michiganders out there), and this traffic altercation started between an unmarked work van and a nicer Cadillac. I was behind both vehicles, and watched as the Van cut over into the left lane in front of the Caddy, because of a slower car in the center lane, then the Caddy revved up and passed the van on the right, and stomped the brake pedal. Next, the van sped way up, weaved through traffic, cut the Caddy off, but instead of braking, the driver's side door opened up (we were going ~65 mph), and this old rusty spade shovel came tumbling out into the lane. The Caddy swerved too late and ran over the shovel, shredding the tyre, and also flinging the shovel way up in the air. The shovel actually went over my car, without making contact, spinning wildly, and then embedded itself into the grille of the SUV behind me. The van sped off, leaving two vehicles disabled. Now that's not the most exciting story you've heard, I'm sure, but here's the entertaining part: When I got to the University, I told all of my friends this crazy story. Nobody believed me. They said that you couldn't open your driver's side door if you were going 65 mph, because of air resistance, and that such a nasty accident would have been reported in the news (mind you, this was not far from Detroit, in the 1990's, so most front page news was pretty serious stuff). The mature version of me would have left it at that, but the 18 year old me was hell bent on proving my story's truth. I went back later that day to the site of the chaos, and tried to find the shovel, on a busy highway just before dusk. I came up empty, but nearly got myself killed. Later, I was driving some friends and the story came up again, so I opened my driver's side door while doing 65 mph just to prove it was possible. I was kind of an asshole. To this day, nobody believes a word of my story. You probably don't, either, but maybe you were entertained by this. Now it's your turn. Tell me a story that I won't believe, so I can feel better about myself.