Went to a job interview for a position I didn’t want. It was the most honest interview I’ve ever given and surprisingly didn’t get the place. Ended up starting my own business instead and while it’s too early to tell wether it’s going to be succesfull or not, I’m still glad I tried. Had I got that job I wouldn’t have.

Maybe the time I was headed to lunch with a friend. There was a Mexican restaurant we frequented in a strip mall with a gas station at the end closest to an intersection. We have the green light to cross the intersection as we approach when a shootout occurs at the gas pumps. We were going to turn in right next to the pumps, but my friend geared up and floored it. Yes, geared up. In a diesel. He spent another 15 minutes escaping the danger before asking where we should eat. I told him the safest place was probably at the Mexican place as every cop in town was likely in route.

my wife and I were driving to some appointment and we thought we heard gunshots but we’re driving.

So I wait in the car and listening to tunes and the guy parked next to me asked if someone was shooting at me and pointing to my door. My window was down all day so I was like what?

He pointed again and I got out to look and on the top of the window frame of the door is a odd angled hole. It was something powerful but not at the right angle to go more than the first layer of steel.

Totally bizarre. IDK if it was a bullet for certain but IDK what else would make a hole like that in a car

I work at a bank call center. One time I had someone call to check the balance on an account they recently opened with us. The bank I work for is regional, and this caller was on the other side of the country. The account number they gave pointed to an expensive private school in our area. When I asked for more information, the caller said they gave someone 500$ to open the account for them, and that person gave them some checks from us with that account number. I got my lead on the line, did some more Q&A, and we determined this person had been scammed, and given fake checks. The lead said they would close the account. The next week I get a direct message from the fraud investigation team director asking me why this account wasn’t closed. I was able to provide a screenshot of the message from my lead saying they were going to close the account. They thanked me and that was it. I went to check on it, and over 60,000$ in fraudulent checks had cleared the account in that week. I’ve only been working there a few months, and I’m 60,000% sure they would have dropped me like a hot potato on the spot.

Me and my buddy were hiking up a trail one day kinda high and as we get up the mountain we hear multiple gunshots right near us enough to be legit scared that some crazy asshole is going ‘most dangerous game’ on our sorry stoner asses and FUCKING BOOK IT down the mountain. My fat ass learned how fast a body pumped full of adrenelane can really move that day.

As it turns out there was a gun range nearby. So ultimately a nothingburger but a fun story to remember.

Was walking home one night and a bit less then a block behind me, I heard multiple loud rifle shots, turned around a saw a group with at least one person collapsing, others either trying to help him, maybe also falling down and others running.

Did not get the best glance at the victims, as the car with the guy half hanging out of it with a draco was now speeding down the road toward me, firing a few more shots vaguely toward the group.

I ran around a building and down a hill as fast as I could.

Whilst having a panic attack, a techbro walking a tiny dog takes out one ear bud and asks ‘Was that a car backfiring?’

I am quite winded, catch my breath a bit and say ‘No, gun shots, drive by, get INSIDE.’

He then gives me a look of disgust, yanks his dog away from me as if I am a threat to it, puts his earbud back in and walks up the hill, toward the scene.

I’m from Israel.

I was abroad on October 7th.

I was 19 years old when a random chick literally asked me if I wanted to fuck her one night that I was jogging at the park at night. I just smiled and kept running… She was pretty, I should’ve just bit the bullet, especially since my sex life is non existent now.

The greatest thing I remember that might qualify is way back in the day when Rainbow Six Rogue Spear came out, I had it on N64 and there was no PvP in that version, but there was co-op and friendly fire; so my friend and I would just kill all but 1 of the bad guys in a random small room, and leave him there so we could fight each other.

At one point he came around a corner at me and I fumbled the controls and just looked straight down; but because your model bent at the waist when doing this, I basically Matrix dodged every round he fired at me and was able to look back up and nail him.

Literally dodging figurative bullets counts, right?

Its a long story, but this imgur post shows when I literally dodged a bullet by being a lazy gamer who doesn’t put her games away.

Was playing with firework artillery shells once in the 90’s on a farm. One of the launch tubes fell over and my friends watched in horror as I had won this little “spin the bottle”. A large shell careened by my face within a few centimeters.

I still can taste the copper and feel the impact that smashed my face and caused me to die in that other timeline. Terrifying.

In a semi-literal instance, I was nearly shot in my eye with an airsoft gun because they fucking blind fired around a corner and I wasn’t wearing eye protection. Got hit right at the edge of my eye socket. You bet your ass I wrote eye protection after that. Doesn’t mean we weren’t all still angry at the guy because we told him not to do that before we even started. And this was the reason why. Even with eye protection you still don’t want to get shot in the face. It hurts like hell. We didn’t have full face masks.

As a Ukrainian, I can’t even imagine ever dodging a bigger bullet than when I left Ukraine before the war started…

If I had stayed there I’d have to either constantly hide from the “draft officers” or risk my life trying to either (of course illegally) cross the border to Romania through mountains/rivers or to the occupied territorries. Or I’d just be dead already from a shell…

Literally life versus death decision.

Never been shot at but I came very, very close. My finger could’ve plugged the barrel.

Was helping look for a lost pet and saved myself looking in the wrong places because he had become diseased and bit and infected the person who found him.