First: playing ultimate Frisbee with Oakville-esque people. Everyone says how shit I am. I resolve to be better and play defense. Frisbee is actually flatbread.
Next one: at blockbuster at sandalwood plaza. Three guys take a stop sign out the ground and laugh about how they'll hit me with it. I panic and run away, trying to call 911 but keep missing the keys. I just pretend to talk to the police and it throws them off. Really call police and tell them to chase my attackers but they just laugh at me.
Can't remember the last one, but I know I had one.