“I Got Fired The Next Day”: 49 Unexpected And Awkward Times People Saw Something They Weren’t Supposed To

I was installing cable in the family quarters on the military base and I knocked on the door and a woman let me in and I began working on the TV in the living room.

I could hear the shower going upstairs and I heard it turn off and a few moments later I heard loud running footsteps down the stairs and for the last few stairs a man came leaping [bare] into the living room where he thought his wife was at.

He was swinging in the wind saying some pretty naughty stuff before he realized I wasn't his wife and he had no towel or anything and he just turned around and slithered back upstairs not saying a word as his wife came around the corner laughing.

He didn't come down the rest of the installation lol.

Had some friends over, a married couple where the wife was super pregnant, like 8 months along. My wife and I forgot something at the store and left them in our small apartment for maybe 15 minutes. Came back, and the husband was [pleasuring her] on our couch, deep and deaf in her thighs. Wife was gritting her teeth and grunting in pleasure. They didn't hear us come in.

So we left, paused for a few beats, then NOISILY came in with rattling keys and loud small talk. Husband and wife were bolt upright, sweaty with their hair and clothes messed up, arranging pillows in camouflage. We acted like we had no idea and went into the kitchen. When we came out, the wife ran to the bathroom to fix her hair. The husband, oblivious, had a glistening beard.

We had to endure most of the dinner with that beard. At SOME point, his wife must have said something, the husband excused himself, and went to the bathroom. At this point, my wife and I were nearly having aneurysms trying not to laugh. Then he came out with wet hair and beard, and my wife just lost it.

"Did... Did you just wash your hair?" I asked.

"I... got food in my beard."

His wife was covering her eyes and shaking her head. Mine was gasping for air in laughter. But nobody actually said aloud any truth about the matter.

We never spoke of that dinner again. To them, I mean. My wife and I spoke about it for YEARS as a private joke.

I used my key to walk into my grandparents house. They insisted everyone had keys, always wanted everyone to just walk in, so I did.

I walked in and my grandparents were lying on the couch in the den. Grandma was in her nightgown and Poppa, in a rushed manor, pulled his hands out from up her nightgown.

I went to the kitchen to get a coffee and a cookie and he joined me and said "I was just warming my hands on your grandmother's legs". Sure, Pop, we will go with that.

Actually loved it for them but I definitely wasn't supposed to see it. Told my mom when I got home and she was beside herself with glee, couldn't wait to call her brother and fill him in. I was probably 22ish.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my dog pick up his pillow with his mouth and move it to the other end of his bed. Afterwards he looked at me like "You weren't supposed to see that."

I worked at a restaurant that somehow stayed in business despite having barely any customers. I was basically the only employee. One night I stayed a little later than usual to do some cleaning when a handful of guys came through the back door carrying duffle bags and went straight to the owners office. He came out and told me I should go home and I can clean in the morning. Worked there for about a couple months after that and never said anything about it. I got paid cash under the table, way more than I should have. I think I know how it stayed in business now.

College years, came home early because a professor was late to cancel a class. Walked in on my **guy** **roommate** with his **guy best friend** going to TOWN on each other. They both had girlfriends.

As a computer nerd growing up in the early 2000s every one of my parents' friends wanted me to get rid of adware popups on their computers, and I enjoyed that..... **except** I would always find child [footage], evidence of affairs, or other illegal things. Never told my parents how often it'd happen.

But hey it eventually led to me being a successful cybersecurity researcher who loves his job.

In 10th grade after school I saw through the classroom door window a student sitting on my teacher’s lap, making out.

I told the principal the next day; he said thats probably not what I saw but would look into it. Later that day, the classroom door window was covered with construction paper.

So that was that.


Fast forward ~22 years later he’s arrested for “annoying or m***sting a minor” and released. Court case is sometime this month.

I called the detective on the case and she let out a deep sigh and goes “… okay thanks for telling me. You may be subpoenaed or asked for more information or details later if you don’t mind.”

They thought it was a semi recent thing, not something that goes back 22 years.

Augustine Rene Sanchez.

Look him up.

One of my first jobs was telesales for a long distance plan. I hit top sales for a few weeks in a row. Then I hit a bad week, had more then a few calls where the people we were trying to sell to were telling me they were already on a different plan that sounded very similar to ours. Just a different name. Then I went into the managers room to ask a question cause none of them were on the floor, I saw them building lists from other states phone books (while not 100% illegal it means they weren't checking do not call lists) There were also stacks of old call sheets with that other plans name on them. I got fired the next day. They got raided by the FCC and FBI the day after that. They were 100% scamming people by switching them between plans and collecting on the setup and cancellation fees.

We had conference rooms with 3 levels of windows. The middle window was the tallest and frosted for privacy, but I'm 6'7". I walked past a meeting where they had payroll info on the screen in an Excel sheet. I also have a great memory. Got a raise and promotion earlier than expected bringing it up that I was paid less than peers.

When enlisting, I needed my birth certificate. Asked mom where it was, she told me to check my baby book. Didn't find the birth cert, but I did find the fertility clinic profile for the donor they used to conceive me. Was an only child. Since, I've spoken with my donor often, and keep in contact with one of his children by marriage, my half sister.

I went out to check on a client who had stopped by late at night to check something (long, unimportant story) and walked up on her making out with her lifelong best friend’s husband (the BF was also a client). I beat feet outta there before they saw me, spent two days trying to figure out what my personal and professional obligations were, and before I’d come to any conclusions, they got caught by the best friend/wife and it was no longer my problem.

Snuck into my parents room one night as a kid to steal some of Mom's candy. Popped my head up at the foot of the bed to make sure parents were still sleeping. What I saw them doing at that angle , no child should ever see 🙈.

I saw a paycheck on the desk of a local pastor of a church when I worked there. The number was so big, I don’t know what the pay periods are. Weekly, surely not. Biweekly? Monthly? Semi-annually? I don’t know. But the check was issued from “**Church name** Tithe Account.” That was 4 years ago and I’m still bothered by it. Mostly because I know the pay period for myself and the other 10 paid staff members was weekly. And if it’s the same for the pastor, HOLY COW. I’ve since resigned and moved on with my career.

Me, coworker and manager were all working late. I leave and come back 10 minutes later because I forgot something at my desk. I find my coworker sitting in my chair and my manager pulling up her pants super fast. They didn’t even push my chair in all the way! The audacity….

One time in middle school I was [messing] around outside while I was supposed to be in class and caught a teacher smoking in the nature playground. “We didn’t see each other,” he said. I agreed and went back to class.

It was like 2am and I wanted to grab something from the shed. I walked into the backyard and opened the door to the shed and see my housemate going down on my other housemate, who happens to have a girlfriend who also lives in the same sharehouse as us.

I pointed at them and laughed, walked into the shed, grabbed my stuff and walked out.

I moved out shortly after that as the sharehouse situation imploded very quickly from that night.

When I was really young I worked for a moving company that ONLY moved enlisted Marines and Air Force.

Part of the job was to pack every single thing in the house. The company would call them two weeks before we will get there to remind them to pack whatever they didn’t want us to see or potentially damage. They basically get a call telling them to make sure to pack their own d**dos and Faberge eggs.

That being said, I calculated that I had probably been inside the home of around 1000 enlisted Marines.

It’s well known that wives cheat on Marines like crazy, so I’ll skip those stories.

What’s not known is that 20% of Marines, are closeted gay males—with wives and kids.

About one out of five homes, I would go into pack up the house, and the marine would have his man cave all locked up, and when he had to let me in to pack everything up the marine would make comments about not telling the wife or the kids about the ‘guns’ or any of the other stuff that’s in there….. They hadn’t had a chance to get their ‘guns’ packed up before we got there.

Let’s just say it wasn’t uncommon at all to find a closet or a floor chest absolutely packed with toys.

When I was a kid I was a HUGE tomboy - had short hair, wanted to play with boys, and when I was 4 my poor nanny was tasked with putting me in a dress for a Christmas party and the *meltdown* I had was so extreme the family talked about it for years afterwards…

eventually I caved after *years* of pressure from both family and peers, (adults also stopped letting me get guy clothes) so when I was 11, back-to-school shopping was officially “girl” clothes… god, at first I was *so* uncomfortable.


A couple weeks later, I was looking for something in my mom’s room, and I opened a drawer and found a handwritten list of things she was thankful for… and very high on that list was “[me] finally dressing like a girl”.


Not a fun thing to find.

Was a teenager. A friend and I were backpacking in the National Park. We were camping in this hidden secret spot. Not many people knew it was there. I was sitting on top of this fifteen foot tall cliff. Looking at the view drinking a bottle of wine. These two mature ladies came along. They must have been like thirty something. they started hanging out below the cliff. It was a nice sunny private spot and it had a view. They took off their clothes and started sunbathing. I had never seen a [bare] woman before. It was great. I was hoping they would start kissing or something. But instead of kissing, they started popping each other's pimples.

Fantasy meets reality.