Tell me some mundane story about your life or anything.

[Mr. Laser Beam]

I've been mistaken for a police officer in New York City a couple of times. Once was at Coney Island (two of the guys fishing off the dock were fighting and they wanted me to mediate ) and another time - later that week - was when I was passing through security at Newark airport and the guards kept asking me if I was armed - one even yelled out "We got a cop coming through!" I sure as hell don't know why anyone would think I was a cop although maybe it was the NYPD T-shirt I had on. I felt rather embarrassed as I had to keep saying I wasn't a cop.

@thestrangequark - I hope the truck didn't actually hit you...

As for celebrity encounters: John Tesh autographed my ticket stub after one of his concerts. (Don't laugh. He's an awesome musician. One of the greatest concerts I've ever been to.)

 

[Catarina]

When I was about ten years old, my father took us through an automatic car wash with the windows in the back seat rolled down. It was absolutely terrifying for a few seconds.

I don't know if this is considered "mundane", but I never got my ears pierced. It seems pretty ubiquitous, so this might actually be considered something "odd". My sister got her ears pierced first, and she developed a really horrible infection. It was really nasty and she had to go to the hospital because of it. She was sick for some time, and that just really freaked me out for many years. Now it's just part of my personality that I don't wear any jewelry, unless it's somewhere fancy and in that case I use magnetic earrings, which don't feel uncomfortable but still look good I feel.

Probably for the best. Many people, myself included, are allergic to the basic metals of cheap ear piercing pagodas.

 

[Catarina]

I hate automatic car washes too, though I can trace my hatred back to a specific incident: When I was about 3 or so my mother and I were in our '67 Chevy Impala going through a car wash and the car came off the tracks and got stuck. There was an enormous -- at least enormous from my preschool perspective -- truck directly behind us, and I remember looking out the back window and it just slowly bearing down on us like it was going to crush us. My mom had massive panic attack and since then I've just hated going through them.
I also hate the type of street light one would often see in parking lots with three or four lamps branching off the top. When I was a kid I was terrified of them and called them "icky monkey lights" (I don't know why), and they still creep me the fuck out.

I know which lights you are referring to. ditto.
The car situation: how did your story end? Do you remember?

 

[PureCrimson]

When I was about ten years old, my father took us through an automatic car wash with the windows in the back seat rolled down. It was absolutely terrifying for a few seconds.

I don't know if this is considered "mundane", but I never got my ears pierced. It seems pretty ubiquitous, so this might actually be considered something "odd". My sister got her ears pierced first, and she developed a really horrible infection. It was really nasty and she had to go to the hospital because of it. She was sick for some time, and that just really freaked me out for many years. Now it's just part of my personality that I don't wear any jewelry, unless it's somewhere fancy and in that case I use magnetic earrings, which don't feel uncomfortable but still look good I feel.

If such things exist (I had no idea), I think everyone else is foolish for not going with that option.

 

[thestrangequark]

@Catarina and @Mr. Laser Beam , the truck didn't hit us. Besides, it was a Chevy Impala...it would probably have brought the truck and the car wash down before getting a dent itself. I don't remember how things played out, I think my mother got the attention of the car wash operator.

 

[DarrenTR1970]

My family and I spent the summer of 1985 in England traveling the breadth of the country.
By sheer coincidence, since Dad had planned the trip months in advance, we arrived in London the same week as Live-Aid and our hotel was just a couple of blocks away from Wembley Stadium.
That weekend, we watched people head to the stadium and we were able to open the window to the balcony of our hotel room and hear the music echoing throughout the streets, while simultaneously watching it live on television.
That's probably about the closest I'll ever come rock history.