Crop horror or funny stories.

I have a story I didn't share on the other thread. I was the horror though..lol

My friend owned a scrapbook store and I was attending my first weekend crop there. I was seated with 2 other people who I now consider friends, but this was the first time I met them.
Lovely people, we were all getting along great. Well they were talking about teachers and how their kids didn't have a good one, so little trash talking about teachers was happening..This conversation goes on for about 20 minutes of it..After they were done I looked up and said "you know I'm a teacher right!" The LSS owner saw the horror on their faces and ran over and immediately said "What did she do" (meaning me) I said I told them I was a teacher...LSS owner then declares I wasn't..they had a good laugh..
It was priceless.

We just hosted a weekend crop at our store. A lady who sells Close To My Heart proceeded to pick up a few new customers among those attending -- with me sitting about 10 feet away!

Perhaps I should have asked her to help with the rent and utilities?!

We crop monthly with a group is ladies. And about twice a year we go away for a weekend to crop. My friend invited a friend of hers that lives in another city. Our normal group has a pretty wide variety of ages.

The older ladies in the group, were listening to Neil Diamond. I personally have no problem with Neil, I can sing along. My friend was complaining. And complaining very loudly. I was embarrassed by her complaining, it was that loud. So her friend said she had some other music in her van, she would go out and get it. She comes back and puts in gospel music. And not just any gospel. It was very slow and sounded like it would be better suited for a funeral. I have no problem with upbeat gospel. But this was rough.

I had to bite my tongue until it was over and someone said they had some other music in their car. So I now tease my friend to never complain about the music, it can be much, much worse than Neil Diamond.

That happened at my friends store too  

A friend of mine and I used to host some nice day crops around town years ago. We found a great place with a kitchen that would work out pretty well, so we reserved the place for a crop. Friend posted about it on her Yahoo group and this one lady in her group (that she didn't know personally) registered to come. Ok, great! The more the merrier, right?

We could tell things were going sideways a couple of weeks prior to the crop when she started posting all of this stuff on the group about her multiple allergies, numerous recent ambulance rides and ER trips... Uh oh. So the day of the crop arrives and within an hour or so of getting to the place she started making comments about not feeling well. Since friend and I were kind of waiting for it, we asked her if she was going to be okay, and offered her a refund if she decided to go. Well, she and her friend were dropped off there for the day and had no vehicle, so no, they would stay. A half hour or so later, she commented that she used an epi pen, but would *probably* be fine. I have relatives with serious allergies, so I do understand that it can be very serious and dangerous. I'm sympathetic, I get it. But this lady kept on and on, and yet continued scrapping. After lunch, my friend generously offered to drive her to a nearby hospital that was literally no more than 5 minutes away by car and she refused, she would be okay. I think the other croppers were more worried about her than annoyed by her so we let it ride.

Supper time arrived and we turned on the oven to heat up lasagna for the group (planned and posted well in advance), and she commented about "the chemical smell coming from the oven" that no one else could smell. Dinner, dessert, 2-3 more Diet Cokes and another epi pen later and she decided that maybe she should go to the hospital after all. Someone again offered to drive her there. Nope, she wanted to call an ambulance. Ok, it's your insurance (or not, as the case turned out). It took them over a half hour to get there. They checked her all out, basically told her that she "seemed okay" (BP, heart rate, oxygen levels all normal) but she insisted on going in anyway so they loaded her up on a gurney and wheeled her out of there! Everyone at the crop just kind of looked at each other and shrugged, the whole thing was SO bizarre!

We were all pretty sure she was looking for attention after the paramedics said she was okay. I guess if I really wasn't feeling well I probably would have left at the first sign something was wrong early on, but she stayed because she had a captive audience. It was just really weird.

What a jerk. Glad you gave her no more business.

I used to go to a weekend crop at a kid's camp.  Great bunch of galls, great weekend.  The people who ran it were nice except they acted like they had the last bunch of ice on the planet.  Every time I'd go down to the kitchen to get some (from the commercial ice machine - it's not like they were filling trays) one of them would be in there (day or nite - it was kinda creepy) and they definitely were not happy about giving me some.  It got to be a running joke w/my tablemates.

This isn't really a horror story but my two biggest pet peeves about attending a crop are being forced to listen to someone else's taste in music, and people that NEVER stop talking!!

My friend and I always talk about how glad we are to be child-free for the the crop. Love them, but don't need to be with them every minute.

Ha ha, THIS! I work from home and have my DD with me pretty much 24/7. Even when DH is home she prefers to get me to help her with EVERY. LITTLE. THING. Mostly because I have a routine that she is used to and he fails to follow the program, which means I'm in charge for roughly 14 hours a day. So as much as I truly adore the kid, I really seriously do need a break from her from time to time or I will go stark raving insane!

I was chased by a bear.
We went to a YWCA camp for a crop. 3 of us went that we knew. And in all our excitement forgot in the morning to bring our flas lights to the cropping area . so its bed time and its time to go to our cabin. And its dark out. There are no lights at all. 2 of us are walking and passed a really heavily forested area and it is bear country. So we hear a noise and the noise is following us. We grab onto each other and are freaking out. I'm prettified of bears so noise is getting wors. and we break into a run our other friend went to grab her truck to shine a path we see her coming and run for the light. I almost jumped on the hood I was so scared. Then we found our culprit. Was the other lady's purse that was making the noise. She had something in it that made a crinkling sound. Well did we not laugh. And myself and the purse lady said to each other after we only had to out run each other.

A friend who owned a craft shop was running a crop and had arranged for me to teach a card making class for those who wanted to have a break from scrapping.
Most of the ladies were really pleased with my first attempt at teaching a class, but there is always one troublemaker isn`t there?
She talked over me so no one could hear and then moaned when she didn`t know what to do next.
Then she loudly proclaimed that she didn`t like my style or design of the card being made, and that the technique being taught was just made up and "not the proper way to do it".
I went outside for a break and several ladies came and said how sorry they were for her behaviour and they hoped I would finish the class and come back another time.
We had nearly finished the class when another comment was made about me, this time a personal remark about me being disabled.
Before I started to show how upset I was one of the other ladies asked me if I had received my prize from a recent card making competition I had won.
She then told everyone how many times I had been published or won prizes.
The round of applause was nearly deafening.
I will point out that usually I am more than capable of dealing with idiots that insult me but the woman was a big customer of the shop owner so I kept my trap shut.
Told the owner exactly why I wasn`t interested in going back though.