I don't know if I have posted this one before, as it has been bothering me for a while, but...
What the heck kind of time portal is in the neighbourhood next to me??
I have a plaza with Grocery Store A about six blocks from me one way. Store B is six blocks the other way. It is open 24 hrs, so I go there quite often when Store A is closed. Google maps says it is 30 minutes walk to Store A, and 18 minutes walk to Store B from my house. It takes me about 20 or 30 minutes to walk to Store A, and about 1 and 1/2 hrs to walk to Store B!
I briefly thought about videotaping the walk, and then nixed that idea - there is a graveyard along one street and it is weird as heck at night. I don't want to videotape that. It would be nice to know why this happens, though.
Are the blocks different lengths or do you have to cross more streets to get to Store B? perhaps there are more lights that delay crossing? I don't know that that would explain an hour's difference in the walk, but it could account for some of the difference.
There are actually more lights and traffic going to Store A. Most of the streets along the route to Store B are very quiet, and almost deserted at night.
Videotape it during the daytime, curious people wanna see?
New story, this one actually happened a few months back and I feel like posting it now.
BG: Sometime, late last year, my BF went on a trip across country. I live in California, he was visiting family in Ohio. We're both on spectrum (he's an Aspie, I'm PDD-NOS.) We both get on tangents and sometimes we annoy each other with them. This also leads to all kinds of fun with us missing social cues.
We were talking over the computer and he got it in his head he wanted to convince me of something. I kept trying to change the subject, and after a while, kind of got frustrated and blew up at him, instead of just taking a break outside. Whoops.
I went on a couple minute tirade, and after it, he reported his phone was missing. He told me in chat that his phone just vibrated and vanished out of his pocket.
Both of us kind of panicky, he needed the phone incase anything happened on the flight home, we both start looking. He looked through his aunt's couch twice, around the room, under the couch, etc. No where it'd logically be. It was a WinPhone at the time, so I suggested using Microsoft's phone location service. It came up with nothing, and eventually we reached a limit for trying to contact it in a few short hours. As far as we could tell, it went to Narnia, or, more nerdy, Dominaria.
I did PM a kind person who said they would try to help us get it back. Thank you to you, if you're reading. BF checked the couch against, for the fifth time, the next day and it was under a cushion. Where he checked four times before.
Now, talking to him, BF isn't mad at me that I A) made his phone vanish, and B) blew up at him. Apparently, he thinks its much cooler that I showed him supernatural powers exist. Go figure.
The mystery in all this? Where did the phone go. As far as we can tell, it was either:
1) Not in a place with a cell tower, I.E. the Bermuda Triangle, Hy-Brasil or Thule
2) Not on Earth