Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Longjumping_Border59 on 2025-08-09 03:45:00+00:00.

Turns out for the last 4 months my wife (31f) and I (27m) have been using the same tooth brush! For some context back in April we both went to the dentist and opted to get a new tooth brush while we were there (they had a BOGO deal going on) these tooth brushes are electric with exchangeable heads in green, blur, and purple. One of us chose purple the other chose blue, now all this time I could of sworn that I chose purple! It's my favorite color and anytime purple is a choice for anything I choose it and my wife's favorite color is blue! So you would think logically me purple her blue but I digress. We have a 18 month old and I work alot so we usually don't go to bed or wake up at the same time I wake up at 8 and go to bed around 10 and she wakes up around 9 and goes to bed around 11 after she puts our son down for bed. Tonight our son fell asleep early because he's been sick so we both were getting ready for bed at the same time when we went to brush our teeth we both reached for the same toothbrush and after much debate we decided to throw away both heads and put on our back ups and now my wife put a hair tie on hers to show the difference haha.

Tl;Dr my wife and I were using the same toothbrush because we weren't on the same schedule and had go replace our toothbrush heads

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Top_Cap2175 on 2025-08-08 22:54:27+00:00.

I’m not even sure if this is the right place to post this since I don’t really think I fucked up, but everything shitty that’s happened is a product of me doing something, so here it goes.

I (17 m) work at a golf course during the summer. I work maintenance: cutting grass, watering the course, and keeping everything looking nice. My boss is cranky at times but I get along with him. While I do get paid a lot, my schedule can be VERY demanding, and more than once a week I have to wake up at three in the morning, as well as a few 12 hour work days. On the days I’m watering, I start at 4:00 am and work until noon, then come back to work at 7:00 and go until midnight. It’s a lot. Sometimes I get stressed and forget to do certain things, or I just don’t want to talk to people.

Anyways: when I water the back half of the course in the morning, it’s not uncommon that golfers will catch up to me and get wet on the later holes. We have “coworkers” called Marshall’s that make sure everyone is moving at the right pace, but they also tell people what to expect. I place sprinkler heads out across fairways and I have to do them in segments; I leave each set out for an hour, and then I have to pick it up. All in all, it takes about 7 or 8 hours. The big rule is that all the sprinkler heads have to be off the course by 11:30. I always am.

We had a new Marshall in today, and he comes up to me at around 6:00 am and says: “I told the golfers that you’ll be done watering by 10.” He didn’t ask me when I’d be done. I told him, “well I can’t put my last set down until 10:30, so these guys might get wet”. He looks at me and says “be done before that” I say that’s not how it works and he drives off. I leave because I had 2 hours of sleep and desperately needed a coffee. I’m in the midst of picking up/putting down my last set and my phone is getting flooded with texts from my boss, telling me about complaints. Apparently some golfers had been out, got wet, complained to the Marshall, and he told not only my boss but some of the higher ups on the board. I told them what happened, and my boss said that he knows I did my job well, but I needed to explain to the new Marshall how my hours work. He said he didn’t want to fire me, but apparently some of the higher ups want me gone now and are mad at me.

I don’t know what the fuck to do. I need money for university next year and because this guy was inconsiderate and I was tired I’m at risk of losing my job.

TL;DR someone I work with at a golf course told golfers I’d be done by 10, I “failed to correct him”, golfers got wet, complained, and now my jobs at risk.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MeanSecurity on 2025-08-08 21:27:01+00:00.

It started yesterday. I go for a walk around my neighborhood every morning. I look for animals and keep tabs on my neighbors. Most mornings I see this dude, even in winter. We wave hello. I keep my AirPods in because I generally want to listen to my podcast, not make small talk when I see people.

Well yesterday he stopped me and said “can I ask you a question?”

Ok….

Well the question was “are you married?”

As a 40 year old woman who has been single for over a decade, it doesn’t even occur to me to lie. So I chuckle and say no. He then asks if I want to walk with him in the mornings, so I say sure and I introduce myself. He says which street he lives on, and that he knows where I live. We agree to meet this morning to walk.

Ok, fine, maybe I’ll make a friend. He used to have a dog but he doesn’t anymore.

So we met up and walked this morning. He is probably 25 years older than me, 8 inches shorter, and just very different life experiences. I quickly find it hard to understand him, so I mostly just keep quiet. I tried to get rid of him at 2 different “turning back” points, but he stayed with me.

Uh oh. I have a puppy dog.

And when we get back to my house, my dumb self agrees to walk with him again on Monday. What?!??

But I’ve had a weird feeling all day. I don’t like this. I don’t want to lead him on. I would rather listen to podcasts and walk by myself. I have been trying to figure out how to ditch him. Mostly I think I have to move.

Tl;dr I forgot to lie about being married so now I have a weird guy in the neighborhood who wants to be my friend. I gotta move.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Melodic-World7346 on 2025-08-08 16:53:08+00:00.

So this is about my cat, Cheeto a 50% fur, 50% chaos, 0% brain cell kind of creature.

Today’s events began when Cheeto made the executive decision to dance to the beat of his own meowth. My roommate’s in the hallway when I hear her yell

Fuckinng Cheeto. Stop tripping me, you little bastard.” Followed by a loud thud and an even louder, “CHEETO!!!”

I crack my door and ask, “Uh… you good?” She shouts back, “Don’t come out here, I’m getting out of the shower CHEETO TRIPPED ME!”

Fast forward I’m peacefully asleep that night when my brain gets jolted awake because Cheeto decided to bite me directly in the nose.

Not satisfied with his day’s work, he then jumps into my dresser drawer. But instead of landing like a normal cat, he manages to take the entire dresser down with him in one majestic crash.

This animal’s final brain cell is working at half power and pure spite. I love him, but I’m starting to think he’s the reason we can’t have nice things.

TL;DR My cat tripped my naked roommate, bit me in the nose while I was sleeping, and pulled my dresser over. He’s orange. That’s all you need to know.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/smhman12 on 2025-08-06 23:42:56+00:00.

Well it was yesterday but here's the long version of how this happened Idk bout you guys, but I LOVE soup, I make a big pot of it everyone and a while and usually thrive off of it for a day or two. But I made a MASTERPIECE of a soup yesterday, homemade chicken stock, fresh fresh veg ONLY THE FINEST INGREDIENTS for my masterpiece soup bowl. AND I SCARFED THAT SHIT IN AN HOUR there was like at least 2 litres of liquid in that bowl and I do not know where I put it, Now that, in itself, doomed me, BUT I have another flaw which has now confined me to the throne at 1am, I love apples. My dumbass can eat an entire bag of apples in a sitting and never before has this habit had its MCU crossover with the big pot of soup....until yesterday.... So here I sit, upon the throne grabbing my phone like a woman during labour, grasping it as if it would help me during these trying times TL;DR I ate a fuck load of fibre and am no confined to a shitty fate edit: spelling

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/hj1412 on 2025-08-08 14:42:33+00:00.

I was prescribed medroxyprogesterone to induce my period. The pills looked exactly like my melatonin pills. Both were chilling on my bedside table like little agents of chaos.

For two days, I confidently took melatonin twice a day and missed my hormone doses. At first I thought I was just super tired for no reason. I was dozing off during lectures, yawning aggressively while trying to lift weights at the gym, and just generally floating through life like a sleepy ghost. It was only after two full days of this that I finally looked at the label and realized what I’d done.

Turns out I was sedating myself on schedule.

Now I’ve missed four hormone doses, two classes, and my uterus is still on strike. But hey, my sleep schedule? Immaculate.

TL;DR:Took melatonin instead of progesterone. Accidentally became a human sloth.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ScroompDoomp on 2025-08-08 10:04:07+00:00.

For context, there was this company called Playdeo that made two IOS exclusive apps around 2019: Avo and Mystery Coast. They were games that featured live action video mixed with AR visuals and technology. These two games were some of the first I downloaded on my first iPhone, and were very formative little apps. However, in 2022, both apps were delisted. And since they weren’t on the Google Play Store, they couldn’t be conventionally archived.

Fast forward to today, where I didn’t know this information. I still had the apps, had no clue you couldn’t redownload them anymore, and was going through a cleansing of any apps I didn’t want or need. I decided to keep both apps and gave them both a quick look.

Opening Avo, I had every purchasable episode downloaded. So, if I was lost in the story, I could just start from episode one.

Mystery Coast on the other hand wasn’t structured like this and had no in-app function to delete your data. So, in a spur of the moment, ill-informed decision, I decided to delete Mystery Coast and its data with hopes of redownloading it to start from scratch.

It’s only once I couldn’t find the game in the App Store search or my download history that I found out it wasn’t accessible anymore. What’s worse is that, while Avo has been archived on Archive.org, I could find no such thing for Mystery Coast, meaning I just got rid of a chance to save it for future generations like a dumb dumb.

If I still had the game, I would have found a way to archive it. But I can’t undo what I did now. So, from the bottom of my heart, I am so so so sorry to the lost media community and anyone who played Mystery Coast back when it was alive. I have failed you by being an idiot.

TL;DR, I accidentally deleted an app that was delisted back in 2022 and hadn’t been archived. I didn’t know it was delisted, and deleted it in hopes of starting it from scratch, and regret my decision immensely.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/sevssodas on 2025-08-07 19:20:10+00:00.

So I (17NB) have a few allergies. I’m severely allergic to cashews and pistachios, as in I need an EpiPen in case of ingestion, and would need to go to the hospital afterwards. I also have a more tame allergy to oak trees, diagnosed years after my nut allergy. My oak tree allergy never really got in the way, I thought I’d just get a rash or something if I came in physical contact with a tree, nothing too severe or even inconvenient, but I never had to deal with it. Recently I went on a hike with my family, really pretty through the forest and up to the peak of a waterfall and back down, it was raining at first but not too bad, and by the time we reached the peak, it was nice and warm out. On our way back down, I was talking to my family, and I mentioned to my sister something along the lines of, “man, I hate when you’re outside for too long and its hot, so your hands get all puffy and itchy.” She looked at me weird and was like “what are you talking about??? They don’t do all that???” So apparently, for YEARS now, I’ve been thinking that EVERYONES hands get swollen and itchy when they’re outside for too long, but apparently nope! I’m just having some constant allergic reactions! TL;DR: I’m kinda stupid, I thought everyone gets itchy when they’re outside for too long.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CraftyCake8687 on 2025-08-07 23:07:13+00:00.

This happened two weeks ago on vacation. I (23M) and my family were visiting Turkey on vacation. I got to Istanbul a day before my family, as I was flying in from the US, my family was flying in from Pakistan, where they were visiting other family. I checked in my hotel as normal, and less than 12 hours later checked out as my family had arrived and we were going to a different hotel. Me and my siblings had our own hotel, and my brother checked in that hotel using only his passport.

Fast forward two days later, we’re driving to the capital city Ankara. We get to the hotel at 2:00 am (ish), and we check in and give everyones passports. Fast forward an hour later, my brother wakes me up and says “the guy from the front desk is saying there’s police here for you”. My first thought was that I was speeding a little on the highway (20-30km over in places) and somehow they had scanned my face. I get downstairs, and through using google translate voice translate, talked to the police officers. They told me that I had entered the country illegally, and that I had to go with them.

They put me and my dad in the back of their police van, and brought us to the station. There was about an hour of back and forth, where I was showing my passport, the stamp I got from passport control, my american drivers license, my college graduation pictures, etc. Anything that could help my case. Eventually, an hour later, they tell me and my dad that there was a mixup, and some guy who has my exact first and last name save LITERALLY one letter (think last name of Jon and John) was banned from turkey, and some system mistakenly flagged me. Then, they dropped us back off at our hotel at 4 am, and I fell asleep

The next morning, me and my family drive a couple hours to Cappadocia (to do the famous hot air balloon rides). My brother gathers our passports, and sends them to our airbnb host. We get settled in, and lo and behold, about two hours later, we hear a knock at the door. Two police officers were there, and after another conversation using google translate, we explained the same situation happened last night. I showed them me and my brother’s passports (showing them we had the same last name) and they told us to have a nice day

TL;DR: Visited turkey, unfortunately had almost the exact same name as someone wanted in the country, was temporarily detained then let go

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/cofeFrappu on 2025-08-07 18:02:13+00:00.

This literally happened two days ago and I'm still mortified like my company organized this retreat at some fancy vacation rental house in the mountains like you know the type, big place with multiple buildings, hot tub, private pool all of it. I'm hanging out by the pool area with a few coworkers we'd been swimming and just chilling in our swim shorts no shirts basically looking like we're on spring break. The main house seemed pretty quiet so we figured everyone was doing their own thing. Well turns out one of our costumer successors was having this important video call with potential clients in what we thought was just another random room. We walk in looking for towels there's this guy sitting in an online meeting with the camera facing towards us (a bunch of shirtless grown male savages).

He had to switch his position and I heard him apologize as he started getting really uncomfortable but he didn't say anything to us. Now every time I see these coworkers we just look at each other and start cracking up. VP actually thought it was hilarious afterwards but man the second hand embarrassment was real.

TL;DR: Accidentally walked into an online meeting dripping wet shirtless and with swimming shirts which made our costumer successor really uncomfortable

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Remarkable-Ease-eff on 2025-08-07 16:28:06+00:00.

Openly looking for solidarity here. AKA looking for fellow idiots.

Leaving a gig last weekend with some friends. There’s an iron barred fence, beneath which is a level of the parking garage. The level we parked on. I figured I’d discovered a shortcut in my drunk mind. I tried to slip beneath the fence, despite warnings from my friends. It was a small opening.

My caboose barely fit, my boobs didn’t, and my ass wouldn’t come back out when I tried to retrace my steps. I was STUCK. Mortifying. A small crowd gathered, on both sides of the fence, trying to coax me through. Eventually had to ring the fire brigade who covered me in a blanket and bent the fence with a hydraulic tool. So- has anyone else ever gotten stuck at too old of an age to be acceptable? Trying not to feel like as much of an idiot as I do, even though let’s be real… I am.

TL;DR I have no spacial awareness and potentially ruined my friends night

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/PixelYakQuest on 2025-08-07 15:54:40+00:00.

Happened today but honestly been building up for weeks. decided I was gonna be smart about money for once made a strict grocery list set a $40 budget, the whole nine yards. Walked into the store feeling like a financial genius and immediately got distracted by all these random sales, spent 20 minutes calculating if buying 6 boxes of cereal was actually saving money (spoiler: it wasn't). Somehow convinced myself that stocking up on stuff I don't even eat was investing in my future. Ended up at checkout with way more than planned but also somehow saved $47 according to the receipt like math made zero sense but the cashier was like damn you did good so I rolled with it. Walked out feeling both proud and confused about whether I won or lost at adulting today

tldr: tried to budget like a responsible person, ended up more confused about money than when I started but at least I have enough pasta to survive the apocalypse.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ElMocho77 on 2025-08-07 15:06:45+00:00.

Bedhead saved me.

My wife had a candle going to mask the smell of the litter box, which needed a dump and replace. And that's my gig. I am stubbornly trying to re-use the bags the litter comes in for this so I was focused on the pour.

WHILE LEANING OVER A LIT CANDLE I NEITHER SAW NOR REGISTERED.

I smelled it first. Wife thought I was going "Ah! Ah!" about spilling litter. Luckily hair burns itself out fast, and I caught it. Also guessing it was pointed at an angle so burned up, not down.

I had no more words and needed to act fast. Hair out, but I ran to the tub and ran my head under cold water. Rinsed. Decided to take a shower as I still felt hair pellets. Grabbed a comb, combed out the ash, washed, rinsed again.

Saved from worse burns by literal hairs' breadths. What even is this? What is my life? Now the burned hair smell is worse than the cat box. Gonna be in bed watching Star Trek.

TL;DR: Set fire to hair with candle used to mask the smell of the chore I was doing. Got lucky with mild singe. Need haircut anyway.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/joeltheconner on 2025-08-07 13:43:52+00:00.

The actual FU was yesterday afternoon with the realization coming 60 minutes ago. My 9-year-old daughter had a friend staying the night, and as my wife had a photo session at our studio, I was on dad-duty for the girls. We grabbed lunch and went to the park and had fun, and as we were driving back, they were talking about something death-related (but in a lighthearted way), and my daughter referenced the song "O, Valencia" by the Decemberists, which is an up and happy sounding song about someone who was killed. (it's one of her favorite songs, because she is weird like dad). I played it for them, and they were laughing and singing "with her blood still warm on the ground..." in happy, laughing voices. I then said, "Ok, now let's hear one of their more creepy songs!', and I played "The Shankhill Butchers," which is an amazing but yes...very creepy song and in all honesty, probably not appropriate for 9-year-old girls since it is, you know...about child murder. But, they both like creepy things, and so I did not think much of it. The song ended and we arrived home and went inside. A few hours later her mom came and picked her up.

This morning, we received a casual, but slightly-serious, text from her mother. Apparently, the friend LOVED the song, and decided to come home and play her "new favorite song" for her 5-year-old sister several times...which massively freaked the little girl out. We are all friends, so it will be fine...but my wife was not pleased. I imagine my carpooling duties will be highly regulated after this.

TL:DR: I have traumatized a little girl because I introduced her older sister to child-murder music and she loved it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/not_your_sister_ on 2025-08-07 12:41:30+00:00.

For backstory, I got my ears pierced for the first time around 2009. I haven't had any trouble with those piercings. So more recently, I think in early 2024, I got my 2nd ear piercings on both sides, so just behind the first ones. They didn't really get infected and healed well. A little more backstory, I was using box dye to colour my hair a couple of days ago, and took out all earrings to avoid infections. The fuck up happened about 20 minutes ago. I had cleaned my earrings and the piercings and knew I needed to put them all back in so they didn't close up. First 3 earrings and holes went fine, no problem. Then came the second one on my right. I got the stud about halfway in when I figured I might have to re-pierce towards the back of the hole. So I used a bit more force to follow it through. The earring followed a path, I thought, so it would be fine. Of course, I was wrong. My ear suddenly started stinging more than it hurts when you've just gotten it pierced with a gun. My ear was suddenly quite inflamed and really red. I asked my dad to take a look at my ear and he informed me that the front was fine, but the back of the earring was coming out about 4mm away from the hole. Holy shit. I took it out right away and it has bled quite a lot.

TL;DR: I accidentally pierced my ear and now have a risk of infection.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Face_Of_Blue on 2025-08-05 14:19:35+00:00.

Earlier this year I decided it was time for me to finally get my first tattoo, and in a bit of a rush I booked an appointment with the first tattoo artist whose work really spoke to me. Honestly I was not in a good mindset to be getting this done but that's a different story. I saw someone say you should tell your artist if you have a budget, and in hindsight that's probably more for if you're penny pinching and just cannot afford too much at the time. I'm just slightly thrifty, but also new to the tattoo scene. I know now that you don't typically offer a budget, you just ask for the quote and let them tell you. Anyway, I was getting my tattoo in a large city, saw that rates in the largest cities can go up to $350/hr, and did the math for how long I thought my design would take. So I told the artist my budget was $3,000, and they said they'd do it for $3,200. Yes, I fell for the whole "gee it's only $200 over" bit, not the brightest crayon in the box. I realize now they saw how much I was willing to pay and ran with it. Of course they're not going to tell me "we actually charge only half as much thanks though." I did the math, and for the time spent I realized that I had essentially paid this man $500/hr. Yeah yeah I know, you don't cheap out on tattoos, you pay for quality, art is subjective and as such so is its worth, I get it. But this was not a big celebrity artist, I didn't get hyperrealism or complex stippling etc. It was black and grey linework with minimal shading, almost 3/4 sleeve on the top side of the arm only. He is relatively well-known in parts of the world, but not enough to be making $500/hr. Obviously I could afford it, and offered the price myself. But I was naively offering what I thought was typical, and I wouldn't have offered as much if I'd known it wasn't the normal range for something like this. Oh well. You live and you learn, I guess.

EDIT: I knew the price was pretty high going in, and I understood this was a unique artist with a large following coming to an expensive city. I started questioning whether I overpaid because when I told people the price they looked shock. You can look and judge for yourself if it seems worth the tag: Tattoo by Fredao Oliveira.

TL;DR: I told the artist my budget was $3k and he ran with it. Realized later that may not have been the typical price.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/These_Avocado_Bombs on 2025-08-06 22:22:50+00:00.

I am a ghost white lady unless I get frequent sunlight. Only recently has my body learned to tan. Most of my life it was burnt red right back to white.

I fucked up by not paying attention enough to where the sunscreen was going, maybe not applying it liberally enough? Maybe I just need shorter periods in the sun to work up to a beach day...

I generally wear jeans all day for work. I got no pigment of my own. Sigh.

We were at the beach for less than four hours and I applied it four times!

But alas I am a uneven, patchy burnt girly. My toes are even half burnt and swollen for some reason.

Never again! I will buy the rub in lotion kind and apply it like my life depends on the barrier being perfection!

TL;DR I was inconsistent with applying sunscreen and am a patchy lobster now because of it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SL1PTedit on 2025-08-06 21:13:29+00:00.

Hello! :) First time posting here, so here goes nothing. Pictures can be found here.

This happened about 2 years ago when me (25 M) and my girlfriend at the time (21 F) decided to do a small trip to the south of Portugal and go to a water-slide park. The plan was to drive there on a Saturday at night, go to the water-slide park on Sunday morning and drive back in the afternoon.

For context, on Saturday we had quite a busy and tiring day: we went to have lunch with her folks (it was a 1h drive from where I live), spend the rest of afternoon with my friends, had dinner with them and only left at about 10pm. From here to the south of Portugal it's about a 3h drive, so needless to say we arrived very late.

This is where the "fun" begins: when we got there, the receptionist was either high or they spent the previous night rearranging their letter-spaghetti bowl in alphabetic order... hard to tell. After a very tedious conversation, they finally managed to confirm our reservation and we made our way to our room. I booked the cheapest room for 2 people (which wasn't cheap at all :') ), so we were surprised to see it had *drum roll please* a bath with a hydro-massage system! Just what we needed after a tiring day.

Like any other hotel, they had those little bottles with soap, quite a few of them actually (about 6), and my ex asked me how many we should put in: "one, two or three?". Now, I don't know about you but if I pay for a service, I'll use everything I paid for (like Ross from Friends), soap bottles included. Thus, without a second thought, I told her "all of them!". We started filling up the tub and dropped the soap bottles in there and my genius of an ex-girlfriend (hence the "ex") suggested we should put really hot water, because by the time we get in, it would've cooled down and it would be at the right temperature. My naive brain didn't think twice and went along with it.

While we waited for it to fill up, we were really curious as to how the hydro-massage function worked, because there were two inputs: a tactile button and a knob. I pressed the button and voilà: it started working, with a very distinct "BRRRRRRRRRR" sound. We noticed the bubbles started growing too quickly, so we decided to shut it off until we got in. I pressed to button to shut it off.... except it didn't. Tried two times... three times... nothing. We mildly panicked but we thought it shouldn't be that big of a problem.... right?

Two minutes later, the tower of bubbles reached the height of my waist. The water and soap were growing unlike my will to live and the tactile button was neither tactile or even a button for that matter - just a trap we fell into. I tried turning the knob but it just came off and wasn't attached to anything (the person who installed this has a wicked sense of humor). We thought about turning the water off, but as soon as I put my foot in the tub it feels like I stepped into the surface of the sun, which turned my foot bright red for the rest of the night, because someone had a bright idea earlier. There was a glass wall next to the faucet so we couldn't reach it without getting in. My ex gave it a go and managed to close the tap. The hydro-massage system kept going and the bubbles, however, did not seem to stop growing anyway.

We were laughing loudly during the entire process, so much the neighbors started slamming the walls (sorry!), but we couldn't help it. We tried transferring the bubbles to the sink and bidet, which worked until they were full of bubbles too. We had no more ideas, so I just got dressed and went down to the reception to ask for help.

I didn't want to get kicked out of the hotel, so I didn't want to make a big deal out of it when I explained the situation. Remember the receptionist I told about earlier? Well, when I asked to speak with them, they replied another couple was checking and told me to wait, as they moved and talked in slow-mo, sloth-like. I was screaming inside, panicking, but the nonchalant look on my face didn't give it away. Finally, I explained the situation to them and another person came upstairs to look at the... uhm... "slightly" troublesome situation.

As soon as they opened the door, well, they started laughing. The bubbles had spread all the way into the bedroom while the bathtub had a waterfall of bubbles coming down from the inside of it into the ground. The man managed to open the electric panel, turned off the electricity and gave us some towels to try and pick up mess, since the cleaning crew would only come in the morning. Although we were very tired, not taking a bath wasn't an option so we cleaned it up. it was already about 5 a.m. when we finally managed to take a bath.

We went to the water-park the day after, I got sick and we came back to my house quite early. Was it worth it? I dunno if I can recommend a bubble bath like this one but amidst the chaos and pain from the long day, it was one of the funniest nights I've ever had.

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TL;DR: Had a long day with ex-gf, went to hotel with her, wanted to take a bath in a tub with hydro-massage, put too much soap, many bubbles started to appear, hydro-massage wouldn't turn off which made even more bubbles, hotel man came to the rescue, we cleaned it up, took a bath at 5 am, went to the water-park the next morning, got sick and came back home early.

EDIT: added the useless knob, just like its brother, the button

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/BrittNaby on 2025-08-06 20:15:50+00:00.

Today, running on maybe three hours of broken sleep thanks to a teething baby and a toddler who thinks 4 a.m. is morning, I dropped my daughter off at preschool. I hadn’t brushed my hair, I was wearing coffee-stained leggings, and I was barely functional.

As I handed off my toddler, her teacher smiled kindly and handed me the travel mug I’d left behind last week. It felt like an act of divine mercy. Without thinking, I mean truly without a single brain cell firing, I looked her straight in the eye and said: “Thanks… I love you.”

She paused, then smiled and said, “Aww, I love you too, sweetie,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Then I got in my car, shut the door, and screamed into the steering wheel.

Motherhood is humbling.

TL;DR: I told my kids teacher that I love them!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ferretf on 2025-08-06 16:57:23+00:00.

So this FU starts a few weeks ago but it only came to light this past Sunday.

I decided to check out a local river to see if anything was biting. My son had gone fishing for panfish recently and had some worms leftover. I figured I would give worms a shot to see what happens (normally I strictly use lures as I find it more of a challenge).

Got to the river and fished for several hours. At the end I packed up all my stuff and headed home. When I got home, I thought that I had left the container of worms at the river. Figured I'd go back the next day and retrieve them even if it's just throwing away the container (I HATE litter and will not be a part of it!). Headed back the next evening and they were gone. Figured someone picked them up and used/disposed of them. Problem solved right? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Over the last couple of weeks, I was noticing a bad smell in my garage near where I store my gear but couldn't figure out what it was. You can probably see where this is going but my brain didn't connect anything until last Sunday when I grabbed my gear to go fishing again. As soon as the bag came down I realized what I had done. I had put the worms in the top of my bag to bring home and completely forgot. They died and rotted in there and stunk up my tackle bag pretty good. Even the stuff in the bag stinks. I was out on my kayak on Sunday with the putrid smell of death from my gear following me across the lake!

I've now had my bag and gear out in the sun since Sunday and it STILL smells!

TL;DR Left a container of worms in my tackle bag which died, rotted and left my gear with a horrible stench!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/superjosh420 on 2025-08-06 05:03:21+00:00.

I was doing yard work and had a huge burn pile after it. I usually use diesel as an accelerant for my brush piles but I was out of diesel and figured if I was careful it would be fine to just use regular gasoline.

I poured about 1/4 gallon on there and grabbed a little dab torch.

Here’s where things went awry. I got a small bit set on fire and turned around to move away. That’s when the boom happened. I was basically engulfed in flame. My legs got the worst of it. But my entire right side is burned all the way to my head.

I stopped, dropped, and rolled. Skin was falling off my calf muscles as I stood up.

Ambulance took me to the helipad and took me to medical city Plano burn unit. I have these special things stapled into my legs now and we are about to do 6 skin grafts

TLDR: I set myself on fire and my legs are fucked now

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/jerryinva on 2025-08-06 02:20:10+00:00.

I’ve known her since we were in elementary school.

When I was living in another part of the state, we talked a few times on the phone. Then we just didn’t talk for a few years. We were Facebook friends, but really didn’t interact. She called me drunk the other night, and we had a hour conversation. After she hung up, I texted her and told her voice was sexy as hell. She said “yours too.” Then I told her by text, “I’ve always wanted you, but I was too much of f**king nerd to do anything about it.” Since then, silence. I even texted her tonight, asked if I said too much and apologized. No response. I’ve made this kind of mistake once before in my life, but I was much younger, and I thought much less wise.

Honestly, I’m no good at this. This isn’t the first time I’ve said the wrong thing to a woman. No wonder I’m still single.

TL;DR thought we connected, told her how I felt. Now silence.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Relaxocet on 2025-08-05 21:37:46+00:00.

Let me start by saying I am terrible at judging my own physical health. I never recognize the level of illness I suffer, partly because I am retired military and only the "sick, lame and lazy" seek medical treatment and the mindset that pain is a sign you are still alive,

I have a type of blood cancer called Amyloidosis. I have been under treatment for a year and a half and will be doing chemotherapy for the rest of my life. I am fortunate in that the biggest side effect I suffer is fatigue. I also have COPD which has never affected me, it seemed a remote worry.

I am considered immuno-compromised and am careful about washing my hands and lately I have been wearing a mask when I expect to be in proximity to crowds. I have never been overly cautious in general and am taken by surprise by illness. My cancer makes my blood produce too many proteins which then lodge in organs. In my case they are affecting my heart, specifically my left ventricle which is like a crusty old baseball mitt, thickened and cannot function as needed instead of being a flexible, smooth muscle.

The fuck up begins with having a three year old grandchild visit on Saturday, two weeks ago, she had quite an impressive cough which alarmed me for her, I didn't think of how it may affect me. That very night, I awoke with post nasal drip and thought nothing much of it.

Over the course of the week I developed congestion, a cough and felt worse day by day. What is important was another granddaughter's first birthday on the Friday following the visit I mentioned earlier, This birthday was a family event, I would have four children, their wives husbands and six grandchildren in attendance. Every one was camping together in a multi family site with its own beach.

It was extremely important for me to attend this event, Friday was the first birthday of Evelyn whose Mom is my step daughter. I have been in Mom's life since she was 12 or so, and she had resisted allowing me to be the father I wanted to be to her, although I think we are over that. This made me determined however to attend her birthday, Her blood grandfather said he couldn't get time off work to attend, but manages multiple trips to Disneyland, Vegas and Palm Springs yearly.

I live 12 hours and a ferry ride away from where the party was. Feeling like crap, I traveled with another of my daughters and had her drive the entire distance. She tells me now, she didn't think I was going to be alive to make a return trip home. I thought I just needed rest,

We arrive Thursday evening, meet up with my wife who was on a business trip and travelling separately, She is alarmed at how I look, feel and breathe. I insist I'll be fine. By Friday morning, 4 AM or so, I cry uncle and consent to going to the ER.

They admit me, start me on IV antibiotics. Over the weekend I begin to feel better, I am wearing a monitor with six leads tracking my heart, getting an EKG twice a day, blood tests twice a day, had a chest x-ray.

Then Afib (atrial fibrillation) begins. Monday morning the doctors decide to do a cardioversion on me. I had never heard of this, they put you out and use electrical shock to stop the fibrillation. Sweet Propofol slumber ensues while they do the procedure. I go under while they apply a mask to my face. At some point they put an airway in my mouth, I awake, tasting blood with an ice pack on my lips.

My skin is fragile, I bruise easily. When they removed the airway, both my upper and lower lips were torn, I ingested and inhaled blood. So for the next four days I hack out clots of blood, first bright red, then darker red, gradually going to brown and then to normal phlegm colour. I of course am not going to be released from the hospital, which was the original plan.

Finally Tuesday I convince the doctors to release me in time to get a ferry home that won't put me arriving at midnight.

Bottom line is I was so determined to attend this birthday I might have risked my life to do it. I spent four days in the hospital instead of celebrating with my children, their spouses and my grandchildren.

TL;DR: Ignoring good judgement possessed by the majority of humankind, I travelled to attend a party and instead spent four days in hospital while my loved ones thought I was dying.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ShotokanZH on 2025-08-05 20:55:42+00:00.

Everything I'm about to write is true. For months, several people have told me I absolutely had to write this story down, so today, I finally decided to do it.

Technically, this isn't a "Today I Fucked Up," it's more of a "Last October I Fucked Up," but I hope you'll forgive me. This might not be the perfect subreddit, but honestly, I had no idea where else to post a story this long and bizarre. I'll try to be as precise as possible with the context. Let's begin.

After dreaming of visiting Japan for years, last year I finally bought the tickets, booked my vacation months in advance, and started planning the trip of a lifetime.

I arrived in Milan the night before our departure (October 16th). To celebrate, I took two of my three friends (the third was at a concert) to a Michelin-starred Japanese restaurant. The idea was to see how the best Japanese food back home compared to the real deal. After dinner, we returned to an incredibly noisy B&B and barely slept a wink.

The next morning, running on fumes, we got to the airport four hours early and calmly boarded flight CA950 from Milan to Beijing. The flight was uneventful. The layover in Beijing, however, was not. The atmosphere was incredibly tense. A Chinese security officer started screaming at me because he thought I had something suspicious in my pocket. It was a candy wrapper.

After clearing security, we finally made it to our gate and boarded the next flight, CA925, to Tokyo. That flight was also smooth, and finally, after about 18 hours of travel, we landed at Narita Airport around 1:40 PM local time on October 18th.

We made our way to our hotel in Shibuya to drop off our bags and take a shower. I was completely wiped out from the long journey and the lack of sleep. I suggested we meet up for dinner later to get a few hours of rest, but my friends protested: "No! We're in Japan! Let's go for a walk right now!" Fine. Apparently, I'm an old man on the inside. I agreed, and an hour later, I found myself wandering through Shibuya with nearly 36 hours of sleep debt weighing me down.

We met up with a friend who had moved to Japan years ago. She acted as our guide, showing us around the area. We had dinner at a local spot where, as she put it, "gaijin don't usually go," and everything was absolutely incredible.

After dinner, we decided to grab a drink. Our friend took us to a bar tucked away on a Shibuya side street, packed with locals drinking and dancing. I had a couple of Gin & Tonics, which were mostly ice, and I danced enough that I felt pretty sober, but I was still seriously messed up from the exhaustion. At one point, I managed to de-escalate a fight between two huge Russian guys who were about to come to blows, and I even ended up making friends with them. (I'm a 100kg powerlifter, so I'm not a small guy. This detail will be relevant later.)

We left the bar, and since it was late (around 1:30 AM), our friend decided to take a taxi home. Our hotel was relatively close, so we planned to walk.

As she was saying goodbye, I glanced up at the building across the street and saw a strange, "ghostly" figure staring at me from one of the upper floors. To this day, I'm not sure what it was—I assume it was just a creepy mannequin, but it was unsettling. (I have photos if you want to see it)

I turned to look at the street and saw a taxi stopped at the intersection on the other side. Our friend had mentioned that finding a taxi in that area at that hour was tough, so we decided to make a dash for it. The street was deserted. The pedestrian light was still red, but it was on its last sliver—the traffic light for cars was already red.

We looked left and right and, in true Beatles fashion, started crossing the street. My friend, who was right behind me, heard a strange noise. Neither I nor my other friend saw anything, but he screamed, "WATCH OUT!" Not knowing what was happening, I tried to sprint forward, as I was only about half a meter from the other side.

I never made it.

The world started spinning. In my head, I saw the city lights rotating as if I were inside a washing machine. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground. I had no idea what had happened, but I pushed myself up into a sitting position with my left arm. I felt no pain, no discomfort, just confusion. I saw pieces of a motorcycle's bodywork scattered around me.

My friend rushed over to check on me. As I tried to make sense of it all, I realized that when I tried to move my left leg, only the top part of my femur moved. The rest of my leg stayed put. Broken leg? Yep.

I started to feel a dull ache in the arm I was using to prop myself up. Something was probably broken there, too. I switched to my other arm and looked at my left side. I didn't see anything unusual, but I felt a sharp pain around my collarbone. Broken clavicle? Yep. My hand was also bleeding heavily from a deep gash between my middle and ring fingers, likely from where I hit the motorcycle.

That's right. I had been hit by a black motorcycle that, according to my friend and other bystanders, was traveling at around 70 km/h (45 mph) at night with its headlights off. (Or at least, no one saw them, and they were off when the bike was on the ground. It's still unclear.)

I immediately asked how the rider was. At first, no one answered. A minute later, they told me he had been knocked unconscious by the impact but had come to almost immediately and was okay. His bike, an 800cc Yamaha, was destroyed.

A passerby called an ambulance, which arrived within minutes. The paramedics loaded me in. Thankfully, they understood some English, but my friend was able to translate in japanese anyway what had happened and explain my condition. A police officer arrived shortly after, got into the ambulance, and asked me what happened. He asked if I had been drinking. I answered honestly: "One beer, two Gin & Tonics."

The officer stepped away and made a call. My friend overheard him tell the dispatcher: "A drunk gaijin caused an accident. He has insurance, he'll sort it out." My friends had to hold her back from screaming at him. No official report was filed. No statement was taken. When I got to the hospital, I realized the local police had simply made "the problem" disappear. The foreigner would deal with his insurance, and the local rider would deal with his bike.

At Shibuya Hospital, I was admitted to the emergency room. They ran full CT scans to assess the damage and stitched up my hand.

The diagnosis? A compound fracture of the femur and a compound fracture of theclavicle.

By now, it was the morning of October 19th. I sent two of my friends to continue their vacation while one stayed behind to help me, crashing at our local friend's place. The hospital scheduled my femur surgery for two days later, on Monday the 21st, and the clavicle surgery for the following week.

The nurses were incredibly sweet and tried to communicate with me using some kind of Asian translation app—not Google Translate. This one had K-Pop ads in the middle of the screen and translated everything horribly. One time, a nurse said something, and the app cut her off, translating it as "KELLY IS DRUNK," which sent my friend and me into a fit of laughter. Another hilarious quirk was that Japanese often omits the subject of a sentence, so the app always defaulted to "I." Phrases like "[I] have to take your pants off" became "I have to take MY pants off," which, I admit, made me smile. (I didn't realize it was that kind of hospital! /jk)

Monday arrived, and at 1:00 PM, they wheeled me into the operating room. Nine hours of surgery. Four bags of blood. A 38cm titanium rod, six screws, and a metal clamp to put my femur back together.

I came out of it at 10:00 PM, completely zonked out from the anesthesia, but by the next day, I was feeling generally okay. My foot, however, was paralyzed post-op—apparently, a nerve was being compressed by swelling. Thankfully, it started to move again a couple of days later, which was a huge relief.

The week after, the day before my clavicle surgery, they took me to the "shower room" to get washed. I could barely sit in a wheelchair, and my foot was screaming in pain—strangely, my leg didn't hurt much, but the shooting pains in my foot felt like fiery needles.

The nurse gestured for me to sit on a tiny stool that was probably the width of one of my thighs. I was barely perched on it. The room was just a hard floor with a bathtub in the middle. The nurse then motioned that she was going to remove the IV from my left arm. I pointed out that I had surgery the next day, but she insisted.

She yanked it out. Just pulled it straight out, without applying pressure or even putting a cotton ball over it. Blood went everywhere.

She panicked and just froze, holding the needle, murmuring "oh-oh..." as a red pool formed on the floor. I looked at her, saw she was still holding the spongy elastic netting that had kept the IV in place, took it from her hand, and pressed down hard on the wound to stop the bleeding myself. It worked. She looked at me and said, "Oh! Ok! Ok!" I just stared back, saying nothing. To make matters worse, while moving me from the bed to the wheelchair earlier, one of the two pieces of my broken clavicle had popped out of place and was now visibly protruding, completely locking my left arm.

The nurse proceeded to grab the showerhead, rinse me, and apply soap to my arms and legs and sham...

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/97987474 on 2025-08-05 16:00:14+00:00.

So I feel pretty damn guilty… but I think I might still ask her to pay. Need to know if I’m in the wrong.

This older woman hired me to water her garden. We agreed on 10 dollars per visit for 3 visits. She does live decently far. It took me about 30-40 minutes by bus to get there (unless I was already in the area.

She barely gave me any instructions so I watered the plants for around 20-30 mins per time.

She came home today and told me her garden looked horrible! Some of the plants dead, the grass super dry. Now she never mentioned watering the grass but I guess that’s common sense. I only started watering it on the 2nd visit.

So do I collect the 30$? Would that be immoral? My gut is telling me to soak it and forget the money. I need some common sense and moral guidance.

TL;DR: Killed woman’s garden who hired me should she still pay me for my time?