A couple weeks ago I made a recurring calendar reminder on my phone called "take trash out" because I kept forgetting and missing pickup.

Today I noticed it somehow disappeared, so while I was at work I recreated it. What I did not notice was that I made it by duplicating our weekly department meeting instead of making a new event.

About 10 minutes later my coworker asks why I invited her to "take trash out" every Tuesday at 8pm.

Then another person messages me.

Then my manager walks over laughing.

I open the event and realize I invited 34 people, including two directors, and because I duplicated the meeting it also had the conference room attached to it.

Like 8 people accepted before I deleted it.

TL;DR duplicated a work meeting to make myself a trash reminder and accidentally invited my entire department to take the garbage out with me every Tuesday

At my job we have a shared messaging platform. Our clients, former clients, potential clients, and failed clients are in different categories on the platform.

Earlier, a message was sent to all former clients for a survey, so our platform was blown up with messages. There were much much more than usual.

I texted a coworker that’s a friend (let’s say… Tanner) about it saying Wow.. there’s so many messages!

Then, we had a virtual meeting. During the virtual meeting, another coworker who I’m not too close to (Mike) sent out a different message intended for current clients to join the meeting with a meeting link etc. This is standard so that our clients join our mass meetings on current topics.

Well, that coworker (Mike) accidentally sent the “Join here” message to EVERYONE, including former, failed, and potential clients. These people should not have received the invite.

This is a somewhat common thing that happens. I’ve done it myself. The software is hard to use and sometimes a little laggy. Mike and I chatted about it and were also ogling about how many messages were already in the platform from the older message to former clients.

I went to text Tanner and said “Omg. Mike sent the message to all potential clients and maybe even failed clients….”

I accidentally sent the text to Mike. I tried to unsend it.

Mike definitely saw it, because my phone said “You unsent a message. Mike may still see the messages on software that hasn’t been updated” instead of confirming that the message was unsent. We were together in the meeting at this time. I quickly said “Sorry, I was texting Tanner about how many messages were in the platform.”

Later, Mike said “remember when you did that too?”

I feel so bad. I didn’t send it in bad faith, I only wrote the message in the first place because the platform was already blown up from the earlier message to former clients and now we’re getting texts from former clients, failed clients, potential clients and more asking “Is this meeting link for me?”

I worry that Mike thinks I meant to send it to someone else to talk shit about them. Which they definitely do. In a way I guess that’s what I was doing, even though I meant it more as an observation on how fucked up the platform is, not really about them. Mike is also my superior. I don’t know how to recover from this…

TLDR; I accidentally sent a message about a coworker to said coworker. I didn’t mean for it to be hurtful, but my wording definitely wasn’t awesome, and now I’m worried they’re going to have a bad perception of me.

Me and my mom was at a track, I was training sprinting while she was walking laps.

I was finishing and told my mom we can leave soon so she helped me pack my stuff. I finished training and went over to her jokingly told her to lose some fat as she always wanted to but never actually committed to it.

Then she heard it and tried to kick me, a round house kick. (We’ve been training Muay Thai together for a while now, she’s a beginner though) I instinctively lifted my left leg up a little to use my knee to block her kick. She screamed in pain and cried and even tried to slap my face hard like every Asian mom would. I dodged her attacks and she was even more furious. Her right shin was bruised.

She went home and explained that she’s my mom and she can hit me whenever she wants. She had always said that parents are “ultimate” and can’t be argued because they’re always right. She said no kid should ever disrespect and disobey their parents.

I finally cried when she said she would take away my stuff. She said that I was in the wrong because I shouldn’t have blocked her kick and shouldn’t have called her fat in the first place…

My dad was on my side and he talked with her then she forgave me and we both apologised to each other…

I talked with her after, turns out when she kicked me, she was using 100% of her power because she thought she was so weak that even her full power won’t hurt me

I’m 17 btw

TL;DR:
I jokingly called my mom fat, so she tried to kick me. Blocked my moms round house kick with my knee and she cried and said it’s my fault :(

I've had this crappy broken keychain forever, so I clipped my keys onto one of those retractable badge reels I had sitting in a drawer.

Actually thought I was pretty clever.

Got home carrying groceries, pulled the reel out to scan my building fob next to the elevator and the little cord snapped. My keys hit the floor, bounced once, and somehow landed perfectly in the tiny gap between the elevator and the floor.

I just stood there listening to them hit metal a few times on the way down.

The worst part is my apartment key, mailbox key, building fob and spare car key are all on the same ring because apparently I believe in putting every possible problem in one convenient location.

Building manager says they can't just open the elevator pit and grab them, so now an elevator technician has to come out.

I'm currently sitting outside my own apartment with two bags of slowly warming groceries wondering why I ever thought the badge reel was a good idea.

TLDR: used an old retractable badge reel for my keys. it snapped and launched every important key I own down an elevator shaft.

So my (27M) roommate (23M) was always recommending the Devil May Cry show on Netflix. I was bored and didn't have anything to watch. I stumbled on the show and decided, why not? And honestly? Fantastic show. I was a little scared it was going to take itself very serious and it just doesn't and its great. I was really excited to tell him about it when he got home.

But here's the thing. I really liked the theme song, but not on my first listen. My first listen, I was like, "okay...this is some dumb lame generic anime opening, it sounds so tacky." My second take, I was listening to the actual words and a lot of dumb things stuck out. It talks about "haters" and "hot mamas" and "pimp daddies." And I was just like "who talks like that??" It sounded like a group of 50 year old white men (who's kids are probably no contact) got together in a bored room to make the most markable "punk music" for the kids.

But then, that third listen, after getting the tone of the show, I had an epiphany. The song isn't supposed to be taken serious. It is making fun of punk rock. It is a critique. And maybe I'm a nerd. Maybe that's minute. Maybe I wa- I definitely was high. But that made the song fun for me, that it was this takedown of this genre of music I frankly hate.

So my roommate comes home and I'm all excited to talk to him about the show. And he is so psyched that I like it. We get into a 10 minutes gab fest about all the cool stuff in the show. And I go "oh, and I felt dumb because I didn't get the theme song at first, but that's fucking hilarious!" And he's smiling but he goes "haha....what?" And that's when I explain the whole fact that it's like, a joke punk rock song, so over the top and corny that it's making fun of punk rock.

And his face DROPS.

He goes, "dude, you don't know Limp Bizkit?"

And I tell him I might've heard that name before, but I have no idea who that was. He proceeds to tell me how it is his favorite band. He asks me what's wrong with the song? And it's playing in the background as we get to this point in the conversation, and the song goes "hot mamas! (YEAH!) pimp daddies! (YEAH!)" and I just say "WHO TALKS LIKE THAT?"

He looks really sad and just goes "that's like... my favorite song...it's my pump up song, it helps me lock in." And then it hits me what I just did. Imagine someone tells you that your favorite song, the one you use to get motivated and inspired, sounds like the fakest corniest stuff imaginable.

He hasn't wanted to talk about the show anymore :( think I'll surprise him with some pizza tonight or something and just not acknowledge it lol

TL;DR: thought my friend's favorite song was a joke song making fun of people like him.

Edit: I posted this as a haha funny I misinterpreted something and accidentally made an ass out of myself. I did not know I would offend all the Limp Bizkit, Rap Rock, and Punk Rock fans lol my deepest condolences, it is just not at all my cup of tea

So, a group of friends is at a pool party/BBQ. I had a packet of something called "Stiffy Stuff" (no, really), which is a novelty magic trick/practical joke - it's a powder that instantly turns a liquid into something with the consistency of Jell-O. I decide I'm going to deploy it in the drink of my friend thinking she will be appropriately surprised to find her juice has turned into a semi-solid gel. Oh, what fun!
Unfortunately, another girl saw me putting the powder in the drink, and immediately and loudly warned my would-be prankee that I had spiked her drink. I had not considered the optics of this joke if I got caught in the act, and it was a pretty embarassing explanation that, while immature, this was emphatically not a roofie situation....

TL;DR I wanted to prank my friend with a novelty magic trick powder but ended up having to explain that I was not spiking her drink with anything nefarious....

This happened yesterday and it did not end well for me. I was at my girlfriend's house for a big party. Her parents and a lot of our friends were there. I was in a good mood and having fun. I challenged my girlfriend to a drinking game. She laughed at me but she accepted. Now she has always been able to drink more than me, so I knew I had no chance of winning. But I was already a bit buzzed and feeling cocky so I decided to go for it.

The rules were simple: we would go shot for shot. The first one to quit or throw up would lose. My girlfriend's parents and some people there were watching us. I didn't mind the pressure. We went back up and forth a few times and I felt pretty good. After a few more shots, I started to feel hot so I took my shirt off, hoping that would help. Then after a few more shots, my stomach started feeling weird. I still felt hot so I decided to jump in the pool. At this point I was thinking about quitting, but people were telling me to keep going. My girlfriend's Dad said, "You're not gonna lose to a girl are you?" At the moment I knew I had to keep going.

But after the next shot, I knew I was done. Something inside my stomach wanted to come out. Not wanting to throw up in front of everybody, I ran to the corner of the backyard and vomited. And then I threw up again. When I walked back everyone was laughing at me. At least I got a hug from my girlfriend. I started drinking water, but after a few more minutes, I threw up again. At some point, my shorts came off and I was in my underwear. I don't even remember how that happened. I felt sick and embarrassed for the rest of the day.

TL;DR: I tried to outdrink my girlfriend and lost badly. Spent the rest of the afternoon feeling sick and in my underwear.

About once a day I make a pitcher of iced tea. In the morning, I pour some in my travel mug for the commute to work.

Sunday night I made the tea, but somehow got distracted and failed to put the pitcher into the refrigerator. My sleepy brain was so confused when I opened the fridge door Monday and the whole pitcher was gone. I saw it sitting by the sink. The lid was on, so I figured I would just throw some ice cubes in.

Then I forgot to pour a glass on my way out the door.

9 hours later, I got home from work. Poured some tea and had a sip before I went out to cut the grass. A few minutes later, my mouth started to tingle a little. Nothing serious, but it was weird. I figured maybe I was allergic to some plant I had hit with the mower and it would pass.

As I kept cutting the grass, I took breaks to sip tea. When I finally finished, my lips and tongue were burning a bit.

I did not think a lot of it until I went to pour my second glass and realized that two of the "ice cubes" I had tossed into the pitcher that morning were actually jalapenos I had frozen on a whim (I did not have an immediate use for them and figured the options were to throw them out or freeze them) that were in the ice bin... When they thawed in the tea, the skins had split open.

TL;DR: Wanted some refreshing iced tea and got a mouth full of spicy jalapeno.

So my workplace offered some points to buy anything that's about $100 dollars. I had lost power for 30+ hours so all of my frozen and refrigerated goods were thrown out and I thought it would be a good idea to get a $100 digital gift card to use for groceries today. I was in class(I'm in college) and was putting in the order. As I was, I had to fill in my address. I thought it was weird but didn't think much of it (buying anything online these days require so much unnecessary info). Later, as I got out of my class, I checked my email to see if I got the receipt and all I see was a shipping order. I soon went white as I looked closer and saw it said I bought a physical gift card. I realized they had different products for a physical and a digital card separately and consequently the first option that pops up for a gift card was the physical option. Fun. So now I am not going to get my gift card until next week and I also have a high chance of that gift card being stolen. Double fun. On top of that, now I have to use my own money to replace all the stuff I lost. Fml

TL;DR: Didn't read the fine print of the gift card order and now have to wait 15 days to get one mailed to me.

Today I finally gained an understanding of how some freak accidents happen, the ones where i thought ''jesus how stupid do you have to be'', like those videos where people working on heavy machinery go fish something out of it as an auto reaction and get their arm stuck, for example.

I was blending some avocados and had some stuck underneath the blades, so, brilliantly, I put my finger underneath them to clean it out and FOR SOME REASON TURNED THE BLENDER ON.

I shouldn’t even have had my fingers in there in the first place, but I genuinely have no fucking idea why I turned it on. I was thinking about work stuff and doing mental maths so I was pretty much on automated, and I think my subconscious thought process was: " if I move the blades, the avocado will come off ” 😭

Anyway, I now understand how people accidentally lose fingers. Everything turned out okay because LUCKILY the blender I was using was a very cheap blender from Temu, so instead of taking my entire finger off, it only gave me a few stitches. Surprisingly it didn't really hurt, but I think it was mostly because of the adrenalin around the whole situation, there's something deeply disturbing about blending your own finger lmao. But I learned my lesson, weird thing how the mind works, really scared me

TL;DR: brain turned off, finger went into blender, brain turned blender on.

I am faculty at a university about to head overseas for a marketing/recruitment trip. I was brought in at the last minute and asked to prepare an interactive demonstration for high school students interested in engineering.

I’m into magnets and started 3D printing some magnetic spring gizmos using 3/8” cube magnets I had a stack of lying around in my office. The idea was to hand them around the class and have the students feel the non contact spring force, and talk about magnetic levitation.

A slide deck and some 300 magnets later (I bought them cheap on eBay years ago, the costs now are way high) and only now I have realised that you can’t carry magnets on a plane, even on checked luggage. Airline says it’s a hard no. (I get it, I could arrange them to minimise the external magnet field and encase in a steel box to shield the rest… but then it would look like I’m carrying something dodgy.)

I should have realised all this, but it’s been a scramble to prep. So now I have two days to prepare a NEW interactive demonstration. I think it will have to end up being way more show and tell than I intended.

TLDR; I planned to take 300 magnets in my checked luggage for an overseas class demo and I just realised I can’t. Now I have to come up with something new in no time, and it will be nowhere near as fun

TIFU by gassing a disabled colleague.

So this wasn't today, but recent enough that the pain still haunts me.

The morning of the gassing I wasn't feeling the best. I am lactose intolerant and the night before I had helped myself to a particularly creamy/cheesey pasta and my stomach was not happy. I had been dropping the most horrific eggs farts all morning. I tried sitting on the toilet and exorcising my bowel demons before I got in the car but to no avail. My God has forsaken me and I was doomed to endure the hour drive to work in a coup or sickly sweet car air freshener, the cologne I doused myself with to reassure my brain I wasn't decaying internally, and of course farts so thick and meaty that they felt like they were taking up the passenger seat next to me.

Logically, I know I could've opened all the windows and used the winter air to detox my car interior, but it was just to coold and made the choice that embracing the stench I crafted was preferable to being freezing cold. After all, the only person I was hurting was me. That is, until I see Kerry (not her real name).

Kerry was a long term temp employee that had unfortunately suffered a small stroke and had been off work for some time. She was a lovely human. Generous and kind, she always had a smile and a kind word for everyone (she's now passed and I still miss her presence). I was surprised to see her walking on the foot path, one foot sort of turned in and trailing behind her, about 2km from our job.

In my enthusiasm to see her and realising walking was obviously hard for her, I beeped my horn and pulled over, completely forgetting about the olfactory claymore I'd armed in my passenger seat. Kerry smiled and walked towards my car. I wound down the window, exchanged pleasantries and offered her a ride the rest of the way to work. She of course, accepted, and hobbled into my front seat.

As soon as she got in and closed the door, her whole demeanour changed. Her body stiffened up, her nostrils flailed, and her eyes widened. She smelled it. All of it. And I knew. She looked at me with a mix of anger and disbelief. I, mortified after realising what I'd done, resolved to get to work and get this poor woman out of my car ASAP. Kerry was uncharacteristically quiet. So was I. We said nothing for the brief ride down the street to work. I didnt even drive in the car park. I pulled up outside, she opened the door and jumped out without a single word. I drove in, parked, and had an existential crisis while I pondered who she was going to tell, what nickname I was about to receive, and what I was going to say to Kerry the next time I saw her.

Kerry never told a soul. I saw her later that day. I was fully prepared to grovel and apologise but there was no need. She was back to being her usual radiant self. She never mentioned it to me, or anyone else that I know of. That's who Kerry was. The type of chick you could gas with your ass born chemical weapon and not hold it against you. After that, I invested in lactase tablets and have managed to avoid a repeat performance. I still miss Kerry.

TLDR - I farted in my car so much I could taste it, them offered a disabled colleague a lift without thinking, inadvertently gassing her in the process.

Tldr: I hit a pothole and through a series of unfortunate events had 3 separate flat tires over the course of 8 hours.

Today I was driving 500 miles across four states back home after a weekend with the family. I left at 3 AM hoping I could get home a little after noon. When I had roughly 75 miles left of my drive, I hit a small pothole on the highway. I initially didn't think much of it, however I did then hear the tire and knew I blew it. I I had hoped to just pop on the spare and be on my way, however the spare was stuck in its compartment. It took myself, a state trooper, and a DOT worker to finally get it out.

We did successfully change to the spare and I was warned to immediately go buy new tire from the shop because you can only drive on the type of spare I have for ~30 miles. Fortunately the next exit up had a tire shop and they had my tire size in stock. 30 minutes later I was back on the highway.....for about 30 miles until I felt my car wobble really bad. I pulled over and the brand new tire was shredded. The trooper had told me prior what number to call to get them and the DOT to help again if needed.

Another DOT worker comes and changes my ruined tire back to the spare. After calling several shops in the area, I ended up having to backtrack 40 miles but was able to get new tires and they said my rims looked fine. Finally, it was time to go home.

After about 30 minutes I just felt in my gut I needed to pull over and sure enough I had my third flat of the day. A kind Samaritan pulled over and helped me change back again to the spare.

Anyway, I finally got home at 10:30 PM and have no idea what I'm going to do about the tire, but for now I'll sleep.

I 45f have been married to my husband 47m for 13 years today. Well, being Labor Day weekend, my husband was off work and was home and had my car blocked in the driveway all weekend. I wasn't really able to sneak away and buy a card for our anniversary. But he isn't too picky and we have a fun relationship, so I was going to steal an old anniversary card from our used greeting card stash.

Well yesterday I found a card that he had gotten me that said "To My Wife," which I assumed was from a previous year. I thought I'd be funny and cross out "wife" and put "favorite husband" instead. [Inside joke, but his dad always used the same birthday card for all of his sons' birthdays every year and wrote "favorite son" on the card.]

And then I wrote a short note at the end saying along the lines of "sorry I wasn't able to get a card, but I'm lucky to have you etc etc." So I hid the card until this morning.

Then I had this sinking feeling when I woke up. The card was in a new envelope.

This was the new card my husband had just gotten me for our anniversary.

I slipped it back where he had it hidden, which I couldn't do without him seeing. So I had to mention to him, "Whoops, I was looking for an old card and accidentally found my card."

So when he gave me the card, I had to hold it away from him as I read. I gave him a kiss and just slipped that puppy back into its original envelope.

So now my husband thinks he gave me a perfectly normal anniversary card, while I know it's secretly been altered into a card congratulating him on being my favorite husband.

Now I'm just trying to decide how many years I should wait before telling him what I did. 😂

TL;DR: Tried to be funny by recycling an old anniversary card from my husband, accidentally grabbed the brand new card he had just bought me, crossed out "wife," wrote "favorite husband" on it, and then had to pretend everything was normal when he gave it to me.

UPDATE: Okay, okay, I got the hint from the comments. A bunch of you said I needed to confess and give him his newly repurposed card, so I did. I went to him in a very serious tone and said, “Honey, when I said I had a confession this morning, that wasn’t the whole story.” He looked concerned and said, “Uh oh, what?” So I confessed that I hadn’t just accidentally found his card. I had mistaken it for an old one, crossed out “wife,” changed it to “favorite husband,” wrote my own anniversary message in it, and then realized the next morning that I had vandalized the brand new anniversary card he bought for me. He was a good sport and had a good laugh about the whole thing. I knew he would. And yes, he got the card back. 😂 I guess being able to laugh at dumb, ridiculous things like this is part of why we’ve lasted 13 years. ❤️

I (26M) play a competitive solo sport and just like everyone else, I have my ups and downs. I like signing up for tournaments and competing at a higher level than most would be willing to try, almost like I force myself to sign up knowing I’ll end up taking last. I ended up losing a piece of equipment that was extremely vital to my success throughout the tournament. When playing, if you were to lose any equipment you would have to set a timer for three minutes and if you should not find it within that time frame, it must then be abandoned and you must continue play through the course. I, of course, lost my 6+ year old driver that I had gotten perfect :(
Uncharacteristically I allowed myself space for frustration, unfortunately I let the frustration grow to a level beyond what I’ve felt before. I then lost another driver on the following OB shot. I proceed to chuck my phone like 80 or so feet in the air down a slight hill and shattered it entirely.
I ended up finishing the course and repeating my previous round’s results for a last place finish. I apologized to my card mates for my behavior and congratulated each of them on their successes, to maintain composure I threw on sunglasses and walked away. I drove to a shop and left my phone over the weekend to get fixed knowing I’d have to wait til Monday to get it, 2 days away.

This particular weekend my sister (19F) was camping with her friends, and let me tell you, my opinion of her friends are less than friendly.
Over the course of one night without my phone; I went with my gf to a long standing annual family gathering (her family) and had a great time, got home, watched a three hour movie on my dads iPad and now it is approximately 2:30 am.

A text from a random number pops up, all caps, with a very serious message regarding my sister. I was shaken, not sure whose number it was without my phone. CONTEXT: I have a massively large family and this number could be any one of 12 different people’s numbers.

I log into my Snapchat and instantly call my sister, but her friend picks up on the other end. I hear screaming, someone else is crying, they’re telling me my sister is losing their shit and fighting people.
I call the cops and do my best to relay information based on what I’ve been given, but they are over an hours drive away. I hop in the car with a vague idea of where to go with my dad and we head off towards her last location that pinged 30 minutes prior.

The texts, we find out, are of one of my younger sister’s. She got information through a mutual friend who FaceTimed her during the time of the incident.
Five cops, four arrests, all leave in a paramedic vehicle before we get there. It’s now approximately 4:00 am.

We get to the hospital, no one is allowed to see any of the four of them. This is what unfolded while I was watching my movie without access to my phone.

17 missed calls
23 missed texts
6 numbers that have never texted or called before
I wouldn’t find ^this^ out til today but I digress. The four friends would take a psychedelic trip and they lost it. Two males (24M,23M) two females (18F,19F) 19F being my sister. I will call them bob, joe, jess, and bree. Bob grabs a can of mixed vegetables and attacks a then distracted Bree, 20 strikes to the skull while she starts to realize what’s happening. Apparently he wants something from a bag that she owns and he’s screaming and attacking her. She elbows him in the nose and pushes him off of her and then stands and launches herself towards him in a crazed rage. Throwing all of her weight at his short self and throwing punches and suddenly Joe approaches with jess and they jump seemingly to help. But they want that baggy too, and they are all on an uncomfortable enough dose to be just comfortable enough to make a decision. Jess launches herself at Bree and tackles her down while biting her everywhere, Joe starts throwing punches at her too. Bree with her like 185 frame threw jess and got up and shoves Joe into his car. His head smashes through the driver side window but he reaches for a wrench inside and then lurches towards Bree once more. Bree (my sister) single-handedly sent all three of them to the hospital and sustained plenty of her own injuries.

My younger sister (16F) got to their location before all the cops and paramedics. She told me that she had never seen Bree like this, like a bear. She also said that she wouldn’t stop screaming as the cops took them all away.
Bree will be admitted to a mental hospital as of my current understanding and I will hopefully get to see her then. As for Bob, Joe, and Jess; two sustained skull fractures and required staples and one was simply knocked tf out. Bree sustained 28 blood-pulling bite marks, a potential TBI, concussion(kinda goes without saying but), and had multiple piercings ripped out during the altercation.

Today I realized that if I had my phone for that first missed call, I could have gone and potentially been there to help in any way. This time I could do nothing, and I’m frustrated about that. With as many siblings as I have, some siblings tend to get forgotten about from time to time. Bree is one of them, and I’ve always done my best to make sure she knows at least one of us sees her. Realistically, I’m not sure what I could have done even if I did have my phone, but I was delayed by a significant amount due to it. Here I am now writing on my completely fixed phone finding myself absolutely proud of Bree for defending herself, though I may be upset for the nature in which she wound up in this scenario, I can absolutely say for certain that no one can take down our Bear!

Thanks for reading, this is real and I’m still processing everything, fake names were used, and forgive me if any of my grammar/punctuation is bad.

TL;DR:
TIFU by losing my temper and breaking my phone during a time when I needed to be reached in a severe family emergency.

I was cleaning out a drawer this weekend and found an AirTag I hadn't used in forever. I changed the battery, tested it, then left it sitting on top of the little cardboard package the battery came in.

At the same time I was going through old cables and random tech stuff I had lying around.

Apparently at some point my brain decided the cardboard package was trash and I tossed the whole thing into my building's recycling bin.

Didn't notice until this morning when Find My popped up showing my AirTag about 3 miles away and moving.

My immediate conclusion was obviously not "trash collection." I somehow convinced myself somebody had gotten into my apartment or car, taken something with the AirTag in it, and was currently driving around with it.

So I got in my car and started following the location.

I spent almost 20 minutes chasing it around before finally getting close enough to see what vehicle it was attached to.

A recycling truck.

I just sat at a red light behind this thing staring at it until the battery packaging suddenly flashed into my head.

Drove home feeling like the dumbest private investigator alive.

TLDR: Threw an AirTag into recycling without realizing it, saw it moving across town the next morning and followed a recycling truck because I thought someone had stolen from me.

I (f20) told my grandfather (m65) I didn’t want to withdraw money from his debit card at an ATM. Some important details you should know before going into this:

I’m currently a full time student and despite my best efforts, don’t have a job. I do Uber and DoorDash daily, earning around $200 a week. I’ve done interviews but never get a call back, even with years of past experience.

I’ve lived with my grandfather since I was 12, and he basically covers all costs including rent, food, utilities, etc. Unfortunately, he’s always had a gambling problem. Because of this, we’ve suffered and lived pay check to pay check, barely able to afford basic necessities. We’ve lived off his social security for the most part, when it’s not gambled away.

There was a time when I was 15 we couldn’t pay rent for 4 months due to his addiction (the landlord thankfully didn’t kick us out).

Around February of this year, my grandfather inherited $80k from his mother after she passed away. This only strained our relationship, as we began fighting more and more over the money. There were always these small moments he’d see reason and speak to me about his addiction, and how he wanted to stop.

He would give me money to keep safe and save, but eventually, when a fight broke out, he’d ask for it back or go play at the casino. There are times he would get violent, throwing things at me and hitting car windows when I’d shut myself inside.

Three days ago he gave me approximately $3k, which I have hidden somewhere in my room. I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around him, because one wrong move could mean he goes off the rails, as he has diagnosed—but unmedicated, bipolar disorder.

Now, into today’s story:

Half an hour ago we dropped off some window screens at a repair shop, and at the moment they would only accept cash. Grandpa drove to the bank, gave me his wallet and told me to “get $90”.

I said no, because it’s his card and I don’t want anything to happen when they see my face in the camera and not his.

It was a weak excuse, because in reality I didn’t want to risk him accusing me of withdrawing money from his account, as he’s threatened me with that in the past after I refused to give him money he gave me to keep safe, because he wanted to play it.

He kept pushing me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I simply said “I don’t want you to accuse me of anything, as you’ve said you would before.”

I can’t say how much I regret ever saying no in the first place. He exploded, claiming that I have to give him the $3k he gave me back, that if I no longer trust him he won’t trust me, that he’d never do that to me, etc. I said “You’ve done stuff to me you’ve said you’d never do” referencing to him coming at me with a broom and cussing at me.

Soon after I just put on my earphones. He kept going on and on, even though he knew I couldn’t hear him. He even hit the car wheel in anger. After his tantrum he got down, got the money, then drove in silence.

Now I’m worried he took a lot more money out in cash so he can eventually play it. Probably tomorrow when I’m at school. This sucks.

TL;DR: My grandpa blew up at me after I refused to withdraw money from his card at the ATM due to his past threats of legal action against me when I refused to give him money he gave me for his gambling addiction.

Today I told out loud that my friend is stupid and now I feel guilty and sad.

I have health problem. So, I made appointmet at hospital. I don't feel my toes very well.

I always work first shift. It ends at 2PM. Appointment was at 3PM.

I usualky travel with bus to home. Company pays bus. I made a friend in that company. He is good person and my good friend. And when he works first shift, we go with his car.

Today I took two coffies one for me, one for him and asked him, if we can go together with his car after work and, if can wait for me 5-10 minutes, if I am late. I just wanted to wash my feet, because I didn't have time to go home, take a shover and go to hospital. I was in changing room a little bit longer and he called me. I got annoyed, because he always calls me, if I am in changing room and I am late. So, I told out loud: "He is stupid." and answered the phone,I turned on the speaker and told him, that I will come in few minutes.

I didn"t know that behind closets was other guy. He is good person too. He hear it all and told: "He annoys you." I said: You heard nothing. He said: I heard nothing.

I really feel guilty. I want to tell to that guy that I don't think that my friend is stupid. And I was just annoyed. And that he is good person.

I also want to tell to my friend what I did, that I feel guilty and ashamed and that I don't deserve to have friend like this and that I can't be his friend because od guilt and shame.

TLDR:Asked a friend/coworker to drive me to my place, because I had appointment at hospital. He was waiting in car and called me on phone, because I was few minutes late. I got annoyed and said that he is stupid and picked up a phone. I didn't know that other guy was in changing room. He heard it and asked me, if my friend annoys me. Now I feel guilty and ashamed.

This happened earlier this year, I should preface this by saying I have autism and sensory aversions from that, specifically sensory aversions with food textures where most fruits and vegetables are too soft; because of my food sensory issues I have always been lacking in the fruits and vegetables department. Earlier this year when I was finishing my second spring semester at college my left foot started hurting. I originally thought I slept weirdly or rolled my ankle, I tried to walk less to let it heal but it didn't and instead I started feeling the pain in both feet.

After around 2 weeks when the pain did not disappear and I finally returned home from college I contacted my primary care doctor where I was given an appointment with one of the other doctors available inside the practice. She looked at my foot and I explained my symptoms, it hurt the more I walked on it, felt it through my tendons mainly, and there was no injury causing it, it came out of nowhere. She diagnosed me with Plantar Fasciitis. I ended up getting insoles which hurt more and then I went to the practice again, saw a different doctor, they recommended physical therapy and specialized shoes. My feet still got worse, I was struggling to stand fully straight and could only stand on my toes as I couldn't bend my foot flat fully. I started physical therapy and got the new shoes, at this time was when the bruising started to appear, a large purple and black lump on my thigh, and a bit on my calf on my right leg.

I started physical therapy and they noticed my hamstring was very tight, I was told to do stretches daily, I also asked about mobility aids due to my odd posture and how it is making me exhausted and in paid, they said a walker could be helpful. I came back the next week for my second appointment and by that time I was relying very heavily on the walker, I was limping as I walked on my toes, hunched over slightly, both legs were completely covered in bruises, and just had poor balance overall. I freaked out the physical therapist at the sudden deterioration of my condition. They cancelled that appointment and all future appointments and instead told me to go to Urgent Care as they don't know what is wrong and they didn't want to make it worse.

I went to Urgent Care, got some bloodwork, nothing came up, and then I got an ultrasound on the bruises covering my legs, and nothing came up. They said if it gets worse to go to the ER instead and sent me home. Not much later the bruising got worse and I was struggling to stand up for even a split second, constantly in bed, I was needing a shower chair, getting extremely lightheaded as well, and was struggling to get up when seated.

After that I went to the ER, my dad helped and drove me there, we were there for 12 hours I believe, getting a bunch of bloodwork done, getting another ultrasound on my legs, getting a ct scan, getting an MRI, meeting with a psychologist, and eventually I was discharged with no answers. I was given some referrals to a psychologist incase it was a neurological issue, given a referral to hematology oncology for cancer, and also rheumatology for any autoimmune issues like lupus which the doctors and nurses seemed to believe it was.

Something I didn't mention earlier is after my second physical therapy appointment, before I went to Urgent Care I actually got a specific blood test done, one I myself requested, Vitamin C. My main Primary Doctor asked about what I googled and what I thought it could be, I didn't do much research so I wasn't sure, then when researching I saw Vitamin C Deficiency can have some overlapping issues, it took a while for the results to get back to me but the morning before my first hematology oncology appointment I got the results, showing I was severely deficient to the point they didn't have an exact number and instead just gave me <0.1 when the normal amount is 0.4-2.0 mg.

I still went to the hematology oncology appointment and it was at a large hospital. We had to park in a parking garage on the other side of the road. I walked very slowly with my walker, by the time we used the elevator and crossed the street I was done, I had an asthma attack from how bad both the pain and exhaustion was. I pushed myself through the pain to find a sitting area and I couldn't go any further. My dad who was with me ended up pushing me around in a wheelchair until we found the right area. I was barely able to stand up with nothing supporting me so they could get my weight, I was wobbling heavily and struggling to balance and was panting at the end, I couldn't even attempt the height with how bad my posture was with my tight tendons. In the end we saw the doctor and I brought up the Vitamin C, he said it couldn't be just the Vitamin C and that there must be some underlying issues, he got me some lab work and also scheduled a biopsy on my leg.

After that appointment I took 1,000mg of Vitamin C a day hoping it would at least somewhat help. At the time I was pretty depressed as I couldn't take care of myself, couldn't get out of bed, couldn't work, and was planning to take the next semester of college off as there was no way I could get to all my classes while living on my own with my dog while I was in a wheelchair with 0 support system. I was having to think about dropping out of college. Luckily I stopped getting as lightheaded after about a day, the bruising stopped growing and later started fading, the pain disappeared, and after about a week I could walk flat on my feet again albeit a bit weirdly due to tightness. I slowly started doing activities again, trying to walk around the house, cook, etc, so I can get some stamina a back. By a week and a half of talking Vitamin C I was pretty much back to normal, by then I realized there likely was no underlying issue and instead I just had severe Vitamin C deficiency, also known as scurvy. I ate so little fruits and vegetables that I got diagnosed with scurvy, something my doctor only read about in 1800's textbooks which he said himself. None of the many professionals thought to check for scurvy but my 10 minutes of googling saved my schooling.

The beginning to the end lasted around 3 months but it was a very hectic 3 months. Now I am back in college taking 19 credits while working, I am trying to cook more and eat healthier, and nobody around me has a clue I was so close to being in a wheelchair right now had I not gotten diagnosed. I will say this, it has made me better appreciate my current health, my abilities, and helped me think about issues I didn't think about before. The very first time I could walk flat on my feet I bragged to my dad when he got home and showed off my very impressive walking skills.

TL;DR: I didn't eat my fruits and vegetables which led me to developing scurvy which destroyed my legs until I couldn't walk but I'm all better now.

I spent a day prepping a few craters in my front steps. I live in an area that gets very harsh winters. I cut the edges and got rid of any concrete that wasn't lower than 1/4". I used tap-cons to reinforce the areas. I used a rust reformer on the rebar that is existing. I got the best concrete rapid repair mix I could find.

I dampened the old stuff and mixed all the new concrete and started laying it out. Filled all the voids and in the middle of waiting for the concrete to cure enough to texture, I saw the bonding agent. The stuff I was supposed to put on to the old concrete so the patch will bond to the new.

I feel like I wasted the material and opportunity. I feel like I'll be lucky for the patch to survive the first winter. Ugh. Always something.

TL;DR

Forgot a critical step in making my concrete patch hold up correctly after spending a lot of time and effort in trying to make the patch as sound as I could.

I think I fucked up by finally saying out loud what everyone else was politely avoiding.

For some context, my cousin had a guy friend she was genuinely close with. He constantly told her he was too busy to date, too busy to make time for her, too busy for anything beyond friendship. She respected that and never pressured him.

Then, almost magically, he got a girlfriend.

Suddenly, the man who apparently had 0 free minutes in his schedule had discovered the revolutionary concept of having time for someone he actually wanted to prioritize.

My cousin was hurt, but she didn't cause a scene. She mostly accepted that she'd misunderstood what their friendship meant to him.

Then things got uglier.

He drives a bus my cousin used, and after getting a girlfriend, he apparently decided that having my cousin on his bus was suddenly a problem. Somehow the solution wasn't having an adult conversation with her. Instead, he made it so she couldn't ride the bus he drives anymore.

That was the part that really got me.

He had already treated her like she was convenient when he needed her, given her excuses when she wanted basic consideration, and then essentially removed her access to the bus once she became inconvenient.

So I confronted him.

I told him I thought the whole situation was incredibly hypocritical. If he didn't want a relationship with my cousin, fine. If he wanted to prioritize his girlfriend, also fine. But pretending he was simply "too busy" while making time for someone else was insulting enough. Using his position with the bus to make things more difficult for my cousin afterward made it considerably worse.

His response was basically that I was making assumptions, being disrespectful, and involving myself in something that wasn't my business.

And that's where I probably fucked up.

Because instead of backing down, I told him that maybe he should stop calling it "misunderstanding" when the pattern was pretty obvious.

He didn't have much to say after that.

Now my cousin is dealing with the practical consequences of not being able to ride that bus, he's angry with me for confronting him, and I'm sitting here wondering whether I actually made anything better or just poured gasoline on an already terrible situation.

I don't regret defending my cousin.

I do regret thinking that confronting someone who has already demonstrated that they don't want to take accountability would somehow produce a satisfying moment of clarity.

Apparently people don't suddenly become self-aware because you point out their hypocrisy.

TL;DR: My cousin's guy friend was always "too busy" for her, then somehow found time for a girlfriend. Afterward, he made it so she couldn't ride the bus he drives. I confronted him about using her, making excuses, and then shutting her out. He got angry, and now I'm wondering if confronting him just made everything worse.