One time, when I was working at a summer camp as a specialty staff, my coworker/roommate who I barely talked to and barely knew randomly pulled out his switch and asked me if I could do a part of Celeste he was stuck on. I said sure, and did it for him, but then asked why he asked me in particular. He just said I ‘seemed like the type of guy to have beaten Celeste’. I haven’t started socially transitioning, so I don’t know where that vibe came from, and I still think about it 
When I was like eleven or twelve, I went door to door selling popcorn as a boy scout fundraiser. It was like 8pm on a summer or fall night and I knocked on one door in the suburbs near where I lived and after a second, I heard the sound of someone rushing up some stairs inside the house, I guess from the basement. The door opens and there’s this guy with long rubber gloves on looking frazzled. “Yeah??” “uh hi im from boy scout troop whatever and were selling popcorn to raise–” He looks back down the stairs that he came up and then back at me and says in a panicked voice “Listen, could you come back another time? I’m right in the middle of something…” “uhhh okay–” Door slams and I hear him pounding back down the stairs. I never did go back to that house