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LtlPinkCoupe
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22 May 2014, 5:23 pm
Yeah, sometimes - over Christmas break, I was explaining the differences between Disney's Pinocchio and Carlo Collodi's original novel to my dad, and for some reason, this all struck him as tremendously funny and he began to laugh...my stepmom brought in the dessert and asked my dad, "What are you laughing at?" And my dad said, "I'm just amazed at LtlPinkCoupe's knowledge of "Pinnochio." 
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23 May 2014, 10:37 am
B19 wrote:
Many years ago, in high school, I was kept in after school for misbehaving (I had been feeding seagulls outside the classroom window during a maths lesson).
After school, the maths master gave me a very difficult algebra problem and said that I could go home when I solved it. Looking at it, I could see that I would never be able to solve it, and thought that he would eventually have to let me go home before my parents reported me as a missing person. So I decided to spend the time reading my maths textbook (which was 400 pages long) as this was the only option to fill in the time. The master was marking work and not looking at me.
I opened the book at a completely random page. To my delight and astonishment, there was the problem, and the answer. I quickly wrote down the answer on a piece of paper, walked to his desk (about 2 minutes had passed since he gave me the problem to solve), handed him the answer and said, "This solves it, I think".
He looked at me with a very sceptical gaze and took it. Read it, and his eyebrows rose. "Where is your working?" he asked. "I did it in my head", I said nonchalantly, "so can I go now?" He let me go and stared at me with an astonished look as I departed.
After that he wrote a letter to my parents apologising for thinking I was inattentive in class, that he now realised I was just bored because he had failed to respond to my level of capability.
After that, he let me get away with feeding the seagulls and always treated me with special respect.
That was the happy day that I became a believer in the God of Coincidence.
After school, the maths master gave me a very difficult algebra problem and said that I could go home when I solved it. Looking at it, I could see that I would never be able to solve it, and thought that he would eventually have to let me go home before my parents reported me as a missing person. So I decided to spend the time reading my maths textbook (which was 400 pages long) as this was the only option to fill in the time. The master was marking work and not looking at me.
I opened the book at a completely random page. To my delight and astonishment, there was the problem, and the answer. I quickly wrote down the answer on a piece of paper, walked to his desk (about 2 minutes had passed since he gave me the problem to solve), handed him the answer and said, "This solves it, I think".
He looked at me with a very sceptical gaze and took it. Read it, and his eyebrows rose. "Where is your working?" he asked. "I did it in my head", I said nonchalantly, "so can I go now?" He let me go and stared at me with an astonished look as I departed.
After that he wrote a letter to my parents apologising for thinking I was inattentive in class, that he now realised I was just bored because he had failed to respond to my level of capability.
After that, he let me get away with feeding the seagulls and always treated me with special respect.
That was the happy day that I became a believer in the God of Coincidence.
Great story!
I don't have anything quite like that, but I too sometimes used to surprise people with my knowledge as a kid, especially when it came to computers. I didn't even have one at home at the time, but I was obsessed with them and would take any chance I could to even look at one! So one time I was just standing there watching an adult working on a computer, editing some document. We didn't know each other, so it probably seemed a bit odd to him that I'd just stand there and watch him, but I either didn't realise that at the time or didn't care. 
After a while he finished typing and held down the Delete key for a long time. I quickly realised that he wanted to delete the remaining text up to the end of the document and silently laughed at his stupid way of doing it, but said nothing. After holding down the key for a minute or so he was clearly getting bored of it, so he turned to me and said: "Hey... kid... as long as you're just standing there, maybe you can help me. Just hold down this key right here, see? It's easy!" To this I replied: "Yes, of course, it's easy. But it's even easier to press ... to delete a line at a time. Or you can press ..., then ... and ... to select the text from here to the end and Delete to delete it all." Him: 
