Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/bestill_foramoment on 2025-05-25 09:57:48+00:00.

So there I was, having a super vivid dream about being at a Justin Bieber concert. I was in the crowd, watching him perform in a huge stadium. After performing Baby, he tells us “I’ve got something special for ya’ll” and the crowd goes absolutely WILD. “Some new music. This song has never been played before but ya’ll are making me feel the love tonight so here it is just for you” The screams get louder as I’m pushed about, the crowd becoming electrified by the atmosphere. Justin grins as he approaches the microphone, glancing to the band to get it started. Suddenly, the entire vision stops. Everything disappears and I’m ripped out of the scene. Then I see it, the tapping shoe. The 80s synth drums start up. I’ve rick rolled myself in a dream. I jerk awake and spend the rest of the day mildly impressed by my subconscious pulling such a prank.

TL;DR dreamt I was at a Justin Bieber concert and then rick rolled myself awake.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FaunaJoy on 2025-05-24 05:08:32+00:00.

Context to start off: This happened around 2005ish when I was in middle school. Around this time, I liked to have a little fun bunny hopping my bike off of curbs. I was overweight, and rode a mountain bike, so that plus the occasional wheelie was the best I could do, but it was still really fun. There was a group of about four or five boys who were obsessed with BMX, to the point that they all rode tiny bikes that looked like they were made for toddlers, not middle schoolers. They were a little fascinated by the very fact that I, a girl, had even a passing interest in that kind of thing, so they knew which bike was mine, since I tended to ride the same one every day.

Except for this one particular day. I was running late, and as I grabbed my bike to head out, I realized one of the tires was flat thanks to the fact that I was a goat's head thorn magnet. So I borrowed my dad's bike. I parked the bike in the nearest rack slot to the door in a vain attempt to avoid being tardy. Skip to the end of the day. I hop on the bike, and on my way out of the school's parking lot, I liked to do a few hops off little island curbs, so I started hopping.

I remember I got two good hops, but on the third, I remember a loud noise, then blackness. It never has been 100% confirmed that I lost consciousness, but I'm fairly sure I did for at least a few seconds, as from what I can remember, there wasn't anyone around, and it was voices that roused me. I was face down on the asphalt, and my hands were down by my hips, meaning I had absolutely nothing breaking my fall. I was still pretty groggy, so when I looked up behind me, it took a second to register that the back tire of the bike was hanging over my head, only my backpack stopped it from coming down on my head.

As I started trying to get up, people swarmed around me, untangled me from the bike, and helped me back to the main building of the school. The school nurse was still there, so she administered first aid while the office called my dad to come pick me up. This was when we figured out what had happened. The front tire of the bike had gone flying off while I was mid-air, the fork of the frame stopped the bike cold, and good old momentum sent me head-first into the asphalt with zero time to react. We discovered later that I landed so hard that there was now a kink in the handlebars. Other than that, the bike was still functional, so there's that slim silver lining.

I wasn't injured too badly in spite of the black out, a few nasty scrapes and bruises, but nothing broken. My mother was/is a RN, so she and dad agreed that I didn't need a trip to the ER. They both knew the major and minor symptoms of a concussion, and would treat it the same way an ER would anyway. I don't remember if I did have a concussion, but if I did it was fairly mild, as I was doing better after a couple days of rest, and didn't have any cognitive issues.

It was at least a few months before we finally learned what caused the tire to go flying that day. Turns out the BMX boys wanted to play a prank on whoever owned the bike. There was apparently some kind of unspoken rule that the slot I parked in that day was one only new kids used. Add that to the bike being one they didn't recognize, plus a little dumbassery from teenage boys, and you get a "prank". So they loosened the nut holding the tire to the frame.

The boys had been feeling terrible that their prank had gone so badly and hurt someone, but hadn't stepped up for fear of getting in serious trouble. None of us held any ill will towards them for it, since they admitted they fully expected the tire to come away from the frame as the bike was pulled out of the rack. It was a major, unfortunate fluke that it stayed on as securely as it did to last two jumps. Had I decided to hang out with them that day, instead of straight home, I have no doubt they would've come clean right away to avoid any harm.

They weren't really bad kids. Just dumb. Either way, given that this was definitely not my first crash thanks to my little bunny hopping hobby - but easily the worst - I made the decision to keep both wheels safely on the ground from then on. And parked in a different spot.

TL;DR: I borrowed my dad's bike to get to school one day. Boys at the school thought it belonged to a new kid, and pulled a "prank" by loosening the nut holding the front tire on. It flew off in the middle of a jump, causing the worst bike crash I've ever had.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/mrdalo on 2025-05-25 04:18:44+00:00.

Obligatory this actually happened 3 weeks ago but I’m still angry-

While on the way home from a vacation in Texas I was traveling through the magical state of Illinois and got hungry for some free Chipotle. (Had points to use)

Found the nearest one on GPS and set course for burritoville. Turned left onto a two lane road and went to make the left hand turn into Chipotle when at the last second I noticed a car trying to pass me! It was too late and the car scraped by my tire and bumper. I pointed my hand out signaling the driver where I was headed to check on damage. We pulled into the parking lot and that’s when I saw it. I was on a one way road. I had no idea. She was well within her right to pass me. I apologized profusely and she told me cars are replaceable and what mattered is we were both ok, and no one got hurt.

Her car was missing a piece of fender trim that popped off the plastic rivets. My vehicle had no damage. Her car was newer so I called the cops and waited. She was super pleasant and asked me where I was from, told me it’s all ok, and asked about my kayak I was hauling. The cop showed up and I told him what went down. He took information and went back to his car. The other driver called someone and walked away a bit.

Then things took a turn. The cop came back and asked if I was all set and had any questions. I said no, and he explained that he had to issue a citation per policy. No big deal. He asked the other driver if she had any questions and she said “well actually officer, I’m having a little trouble breathing, and uhhh… palpitations, yes uhhh probably from the impact”

The cop looked at me and I looked at him. The look on his face and mine said it all. The cop asked if she needed to go to the hospital and she asked “do you think I should?” The cop said it wasn’t his decision. She seemed like she was on the edge of not following through with the ruse. The cop asked if he should call an ambulance. She said that would be good.

The ambulance showed up with lights and sirens. She was put on a gurney and whisked away. Minutes later her brother shows up already aware she was on the way to the hospital and said he was there for her car. Told us how she is a cancer survivor, a real warrior. The cop gave me the ticket and apologized for what just happened. There was absolutely no way anyone was injured in the fender bender and apparently Illinois has some gracious accident laws when it comes to “injuries”.

The next day my insurance agent rang me up. Within 18 hours she had already retained counsel and filed a notice of suit.

TL;DR

I got in an extremely minor fender bender. Lady told me she wasn’t hurt. Consoled me by saying accidents happen, and 30 minutes later claimed she was short of breath and had palpitations from the “impact”. Now my insurance is getting sued by some vampires from Illinois. Fuck that place.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Frankiedoodledandee on 2025-05-25 00:32:13+00:00.

My professor sent over a ‘handbook’ for our upcoming exam and suggested that we print it, failing to mention that it was 370+ pages of A4 when formatted as a word document. So far it has taken me just over three hours, I’ve had to go upstairs to find paper twice and replace the ink cartridge partway through. It’s on page 250, but I’m too committed at this point to give up. My hands are riddled with papercuts, the cat is screaming at me because he wants to go to bed.

I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow, and tonight was the night I told myself I’d fix my sleep schedule.

I’ve heard of printers being able to smell fear and knowing when you’re stressed, but I didn’t realise they actively arrived to keep you awake at night also.

TL:DR Didn’t check the document size, have been printing ‘handbook’ for three hours.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/LeafyReflection on 2025-05-24 23:12:10+00:00.

I'm not sure if this is a 100% f up or not, but I feel so embarrassed if this person got the wrong idea🫠 Last night I was driving home from the grocery store and I noticed someone coming from behind in the right lane while I was in the left, with their lights out. No one was behind me or them so I decided to slow down and try to catch their attention as they drove next to me so I honked quickly a few times and flashed my brights and pointed at their lights. They turned on their lights, but where this becomes a TIFU is my car is old and probably needs the alignment fixed because it does drift to the right as soon as I take my hands off the wheel, and to make matters worse the street we were driving on was curving to the left. So while I was trying to catch their attention I ended up drifting a bit into their lane. I immediately corrected and drove off normally but when I looked in my rear view it looked like they had pulled over into the closest driveway 😭 I immediately wanted to die thinking I had scared them and made them think I was trying to run them off the road.

TL:DR: Tried to catch someone's attention who had their headlights off driving at night, accidentally drifted into their lane slightly while doing so due to old car and curved road and I think I scared them making them think I was angry and trying to run them off the road 😭

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/fl0wersforalgernon on 2025-05-23 17:27:39+00:00.

As you may know, each country has its own educational system. I moved to the U.S. a few years ago, and now I’m finally returning to my field of study. I have a bachelor’s degree, a teaching degree, and what we call a postgraduate degree. This was before ChatGPT (I had to rely on Google) but I couldn’t find the term “postgraduate degree” being commonly used here. Apparently, people usually go from a bachelor’s straight to a master’s degree. So, when translating my resume, I listed it as a master’s degree in that specific subject. Luckily, I got the job. But now, during the process of having my degrees professionally translated, I found out that here it’s actually considered a specialization. I’m worried they’ll think I lied or see me as untrustworthy. I don’t know what to say to my employer, or even to my American friends.

TL;DR TIDU by translating my degree and now my employer and friends think I have a masters degree but it's a specialization

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/VeterinarianOk7010 on 2025-05-24 04:05:47+00:00.

Last Halloween I decided to be fun. Bought a motion-activated scream mask and rigged it in the bushes near my door to jump out at trick-or-treaters. You know, spooky fun.

Everything went great for like 45 minutes. Then this tiny kid, like maybe 4, walks up in a dinosaur costume.

He reaches for the candy and the mask activates with a BAM! scream and red lights flashing.

The kid screams, throws the entire bowl of candy at the bush, then BOLTS. Full-speed. Into the street. His mom caught him, thank god, but the poor kid was sobbing and yelling “THE BUSH IS ALIVE.”

I took the mask down immediately. His mom was cool about it but I felt awful.

Every time I see a bush now, I feel judged.

TL;DR: Scared a toddler with a Halloween prank. He thought the bush was alive and fled into the street. I am now the villain in a child’s origin story.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/RckmSckmRbts on 2025-05-24 00:25:02+00:00.

So I (30m) was at Target after hitting the gym with my girlfriend (28f) and we had split up so i could look at star wars lego while she shopped the summer stuff. I was going between aisles and ripped a nasty silent but deadly as a family (mom, dad, and 2 sons) passed nearby, down the center aisle. I had 2 proteins shakes already, and we both had City Barbecue (particularly some spicy foods) that was brought in for lunch at my job to celebrate memorial day before they let leave us leave early to start the 3 day weekend. The mother turns back to both of her sons and asks "which one of you was it?" as they pass through my cloud of shame. They both feign innocence and thankfully move on as I, embarrassed, start randomly looking at anything I could possibly find in another aisle, laughing my ass off.

I find my way back to my girlfriend at the sweet treats area and tell her about the silent stinknado that I left behind after crop dusting an innocent family. She is only mildly embarrassed and not at all suprised.

TL;DR city bbq and protein shakes will embarass you at Target. Happy Memorial Day!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/EnvironmentalAct2469 on 2025-05-23 19:49:40+00:00.

I told this girl I matched with that I ski. I do not ski. But she’s hot, and I’m dumb.

So we go on a weekend trip to a local mountain. She’s like, “Let’s hit some blues to warm up.” I said “cool” while internally googling what the hell a “blue” is.

I rented everything, looked the part, even mimicked some other people on the bunny slope for a solid 10 minutes.

Then came the lift. No one tells you how fast that thing moves. I panicked, missed the seat, clung to the edge like a raccoon on a garbage truck, and got dragged face-first into a snowbank.

She was crying laughing.

I tried to play it off, saying, “Haha, it’s been a while.” Then proceeded to yard-sale my way down the mountain like a cartoon avalanche.

We didn’t go on a second date. But I did get a concussion.

TL;DR: Told a date I knew how to ski. Got publicly humiliated and possibly concussed. Worth it? Not really.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Used-Place4412 on 2025-05-23 20:30:32+00:00.

So this happened 2 days ago and I’m still not sure if I’m employed or about to be a meme.

I’ve been working my ass off trying to land this job in a company I really admire. Like interviews, follow-ups, little “thank you” emails that took me 40 mins to write just to sound casual. Finally I get the call—I'm in. Job offer signed. They say "hey come meet the team, we’re going out for a welcome dinner."

Cool. Chill. I can do this. I’ve been dreaming of this.

We get to this really fancy seafood place. I’m trying to act like I eat here all the time even tho the fanciest thing I’ve eaten this year is microwave risotto. Everyone starts ordering lobster. Like, one after another. And I’ve never had lobster in my life but I panic and go “Yeah same, I’ll have the lobster too.”

So already, I'm in deep.

Food arrives. Everyone’s got tools. Like actual plier-things and pokey sticks and some kind of seafood guillotine. I’m tryin to play it cool, watching how other ppl do it while pretending I totally know what I’m doing. I also said no to the bib they offered me like an absolute alpha idiot.

So I go in. I’m cracking and twisting and sweating. Then I go for the big claw. I grab the cracker thing and squeeze it like I’m trying to break into a safe.

The claw EXPLODES. Not like a lil pop. Like, full-on SEAFOOD GRENADE.

This massive chunk of lobster meat FLIES out—in slow motion—and lands right in my new boss’s wife's wine glass. Merlot EVERYWHERE. It splashes up and hits her face and her white blouse and just soaks everything. Silence. Like dead, horrifying silence.

I freeze. Like I’ve just committed a seafood hate crime. I mumble “oh my god I’m so sorry” and try to dab at her blouse with a napkin which, pro tip, don’t do that. She just looks at me for like 3 seconds... then BURSTS OUT LAUGHING.

Turns out she’s always hated lobster and was lowkey terrified of it the whole dinner. She said she felt like it finally “fought back.” My boss starts laughing too. Whole table joins in. I’m red as the lobster.

Next day she posts it on IG with the caption “I got clawed by Lobster Guy” and guess what… it kinda blew up. The company’s internal Slack made a welcome meme out of me with the caption “no clawbacks on this hire.”

HR sent me a lobster bib with my name on it. I start next week. Apparently I “made an impression.”

TL;DR: Tried to fit in at my first fancy work dinner, ordered lobster for the first time ever, launched a claw chunk into my boss’s wife's wine, ruined her blouse, now everyone calls me “Lobster Guy.” Still got the job. Somehow.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/PutAccomplished2133 on 2025-05-23 19:59:02+00:00.

Was talking to my girlfriend on the phone while also scrolling through emails. She said something sweet, I wasn’t fully paying attention, and due to many busy works and absentmindedly replied,

“Love you too.”

The problem? I had just switched calls. I had accidentally answered a client call from work without realizing.

Silence.

Then a gruff voice goes, “Uh… I love you too?”

I nearly choked. I stammered something like “Sorry! Wrong call!” and I hang the phone but the damage was done.

Now every time we talk, he ends the conversation with “Love ya, bud.” I’ve become the office joke. Even other client/coworkers who knew the story tease me with it.

TL;DR: Told a work client “I love you” by accident. He now says it back. Every time. Thats Gold.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/TheTriscuit on 2025-05-23 18:51:25+00:00.

Actually in the midst of this one right now.

I was let go in January and I've had an absolutely awful time trying to find a job since. Thousands of applications, only a handful of calls, and even fewer real interviews.

A few weeks ago, I was approached by a fairly large company in my area of expertise with a role that was perfect. I did the recruiter call and it went incredibly well, but I was leaving to travel across the country the next day and we had trouble arranging the next interview because the times the other interviewers were available I would be on planes. We actually managed to nail down a time, but when I tried to join the Zoom, it kept kicking me back. It turns out they had had to cancel the interview, but I hadn't seen the email because of the aforementioned plane time.

Skip to earlier this week and they finally managed to set me up with the hiring manager for an interview today. Everything was confirmed and set up. I woke up this morning, opened my calendar to see what my day looked like, saw my interview set for noon, and started going about my normal routine.

At about 1045, my dog started to get antsy, so I took her for a walk. Recently, I decided to start leaving my phone at home during at least one walk a day, so I could break the habit of just scrolling as I walk. I got home to a 10 minute old email from the recruiter asking why I wasn't on the zoom call. Confused because I still had 45 minutes until my meeting, I opened my calendar and saw that in my just-woke-up-grogginess I had mistakenly read the meeting as being at noon instead of 11.

I immediately responded to explain what had happened, but I fear the damage is done and I won't be hearing back from them. And even if I do, I now look like a total flake.

TL;DR: I misread my calendar like an idiot and left my phone at home while walking my dog, so I missed an interview for a job I desperately need.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/puhlea on 2025-05-23 17:25:12+00:00.

Ok I haven’t posted a lot on Reddit so apologies if my storytelling skills sucks.

So I, 18, am a pretty new and nervous driver. I’m very paranoid about going over the speed limit, red lights, unprotected left turns, etc. This also includes when I drive by police. I live by a very busy street that people often speed on, so there’s often police sitting on the side of the road waiting to catch people.

Anyways, I was driving to work today on this street and I see a police car. I double check my speed but am still nervous driving by so I’m probably giving the police car a weird, scared, look. I was also running late to a family event and was having a quick snack while driving. I was eating/drinking one of those small squeeze applesauce pouches. So, I drive by the police car, applesauce in hand, thinking I’m good, when I see it’s lights turn on and it start to pull off the side of the road. I’m very panicked and worried that something is wrong, and I’ve never been pulled over before, so I quickly pull to the side and wait for the police officer to come to my window.

I should mention that I also look very young for my age, like people have asked if I’m a freshman in high-school, not college.

Anyways, he signals for me to roll down my window and I oblige, my heart racing. He tells me that he saw a vape in my hand while I was driving by, and knows that I’m both underage and not allowed to drive under the influence. I was shocked by this, as I don’t smoke, nor would I be doing it while driving. But even though I know it’s not true, I’m very intimidated by him and freeze, stumbling out a “W-what of course not” probably making me seem even more guilty.

He’s pretty nice and asks to see the vape, to which I tell him there is none. He doesn’t believe me says he clearly saw me take a puff while I was driving by. I’m literally racking my brain trying to think of what he’s talking about when I remember my applesauce. I quickly grab it from the center console where I put it down and show it to him, saying, “This is what I had in my hand when I drove by, I promise it’s just applesauce, not a vape” . He looks quizzically at it, takes it from my hand to examine it, and then starts laughing. He’s laughing so hard that I also start chuckling with him, thinking how incredulous this is. He says that my applesauce pouch was exactly what he’d seen through my window and had assumed it was a vape. I assure him that there’s nothing in the car and my applesauce is nicotine-free. He goes back to his car after apologizing for the scare (he must have noticed my panic) and I go back on my way.

When I get to the event, I tell my parents and some other family members the story, and while most of them laugh, my mom looks concerned. She talks to me afterwards and says that she’s not convinced. I’m confused, because why would I tell this story if I was lying about the vape/applesauce. She also knows how much I love this little applesauce pouches and that I often bring them in the car. So, she asks to search my car “just in case” and I let her. She finds nothing of course but still says she’s to going to keep an eye on me.

So basically my mom was more suspicious than a literal police officer about my vaping/applesauce habits. I’m still going to eat my applesauce in the car but try to not around the police I guess? I also have my mom watching me like a hawk whenever I go out now.

TL;DR I ate an applesauce pouch while driving, police thought it was a vape, it was most definitely not. My mom was still suspicious of me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Boudi04 on 2025-05-23 14:54:48+00:00.

Crazy title, I know. This fuckup actually happened a couple months ago, but the “oh shit” realization didn’t hit me until today.

So, I (20M) was in the "talking stage" with a girl, I liked her, she was really funny, had great energy, super sweet, and was an awesome texter. It was going pretty well honestly, loads of late nights texting, real conversations, some flirting, you know the drill.

A couple days in, we're texting at night, and the conversation turns towards dating in general, we talk for a while, convo is flowing very well, then she says something like: "wait haha, I can't believe I forgot to ask you, what are your green and red flags?". Simple enough, right?

For some reason, I assumed she meant "What green and red flags do you look for in other people?", so I answered confidently:

"Green flags: humor, communication, trust. Red flags: dishonesty, emotional manipulation".

I figured maybe it comes off a bit strong, and the red flags are pretty plain/obvious, but I couldn't really come up with anything else, and we've been texting for a while, things are going well, whatever. She goes silent for a minute or so, then hits me with "you're dishonest?".

At the time, I was like: "What is she even talking about?", I was really confused, said so, and she kind of tried to explain, but eventually said nevermind, and we moved on, convo felt a bit dry for a bit, but eventually it was right back to normal. At the time I figured it was some sort of weird miscommunication, and didn't think much of it.

Anyways, the whole thing ended up fizzling out not long after for other reasons, namely that she seemed to freak out if I asked her out, or when things ever got a bit too real for her. Disappointing, but I moved on, whatever, shit happens, not the point of the post anyways.

I had basically forgotten all about her, when I came across an Instagram Reel today, it was basically a Couple talking to each other about their own Green and Red flags, when all of a sudden, it hit me. The whole thing came rushing back, and I realized that I literally told this girl that I was an emotionally manipulative liar.

Looking back, it's a funny story, but I'm still pretty embarrassed, a part of me thinks that she probably figured out what I actually meant at the time and let it go, but another part of me says that she probably just remembers me as the guy who said he was going to lie to and gaslight her, because even when she called me out on it, I didn't realize what I had done. I don't think I've ever heard of someone fumbling this hard. Oops

TL;DR: Misunderstood a girl’s question and accidentally told her I’m a liar and gaslighter. Didn’t realize how bad it sounded until today.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/thegreatdamfino on 2025-05-23 09:21:57+00:00.

Disclaimer, this was many years ago but was a funny fuckup.

I was a student living in London, looking for some seasonal work over Christmas. I applied for an usher job at a really great cinema (if you know London, yes it's *the* cult cinema everyone loves). I got an interview, and, despite some nerves, it went well - I had a good rapport with the interviewers and we chatted in a pretty informal way about movies etc. The interview ended on a note that implied I'd be getting the job. I shook their hands, said thank you, and stood up to leave.

As I crossed the room to leave, I think the relief of the interview ending just flushed all the sense out of my body. When I reached the door, I suddenly and inexplicably just failed to open it. Instead of reaching for the handle, I just sort of started tapping the hinges like I was trying to find some hidden mechanism. Then I was just standing there with my hand on the door...waiting for something to happen? One of the interviewers had to come over and say, "Oh, it's actually like this..." and open the door with the handle. You know, the normal way. I gave a cheery, "Oh! Thanks!" and marched away. I managed to get round the corner before crumpling.

The worst thing is that the job I was applying for primarily involved opening up the theatre and checking tickets at the beginning of each screening. In other words, the main responsibility of this job was to open a door. No, I did not get that job. This was actually somehow not the worst job interview I've had, but it was the stupidest.

TL;DR: I ended a job interview by failing to open the door to leave the room.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/[deleted] on 2025-05-23 07:23:22+00:00.

Hello Reddit,

21 year old guy here.

Ever since I can remember I have really loved pokemon. When I was a kid I was very much obsessed with everything pokemon. I had a pokemon backpack, I would buy tins every month. I had binders of binders of cards I traded for.

I initially got into collecting because a dear friend of mine who is no longer with us today unfortunately, began teaching me how to battle at recess. I didn't really understand at first. And to be honest for the first few years I only collected the cards because I liked the shiny EXs lol. (Mega Charizard Ex 2016 specifically was a card I worked weeks to get. My all time favorite card.) my favorite Pokemon is actually Bulbasaur.

Anyways, life goes on and even though I grow, my obsession with pokemon cards doesn't age out. I was spending at least forty bucks a month on opening cards and packs to finish sets. Before my collection got donated (heartbreaking) I had finished 12 complete sets of cards.

So after highschool I really decided that I was going to focus on my future and decided to leave most of my pokemon card collection at home. I still have two very sentimental cards, one from a grandpa who passed away, and my first ever pokemon card which my friend gave me.

I initially assumed these items would be safe untouched on my bookshelf. My mom knew how much I loved pokemon cards and even when I was 11-15 she would purchase me cards on my birthday and holidays. I just don't understand.

Anyway, I get a call this Friday from my excited mom and she told me how she qoute "decluttered my room." From all the old mess that was in it. Instantly my heart began to race because my collection was worth well what I've paid into it. I would say around 4000 total. But a lot of cards I went to places to trade for or traded at events so there's immense value I just can't calculate that's now completely gone.

I asked my mom what she meant by decluttered and she explained to me about how she was going through the old rooms, (I have an older sister) and donating must of our old junk.

I of course panickingly asked about my pokemon cards. Silently praying that she didn't touch them. But in the most gut wrenching gleeful tone I could hear this woman who birthed me utter.

"Oh those old pieces of cardboard, I donated them to goodwill." I genuinely didn't even know how to react in that moment. I could feel the months, hours of videos, memories, flooding and fleeting. What had felt like a treasure trove I had collected now faded into nothing and what was replaced was the feeling of waste.

Like I feel like a part of my life itself has been tossed in the trash. Hours of openings and working to save for a new booster box; just zip. I would spend hours on the floor as a kid organizing just the extras I had because I appreciate these cards.

I won't lie reddit. I cried, I cried heavily, I am still crying heavily. This collection meant the world to me. I should've brought it with me to college so I could've better protected it. Like I genuinely regret not bringing them because I really thought about it.

I am so angry and devasted with my mom. Not only did she not even ask me, she flat out took what feels like a small part of me and gave it away. However, I really shouldn't of left it at home. I didn't know something like this was going to happen but my mom is crazy eccentric and manic sometimes.

I feel so angry and betrayed. I'm teetering on cutting this stuff woman out of my life and deleting her number. These cards meant the world to me and she knew it. She refuses to acknowledge their potential value, she doesn't think qoute "cardboard" can go for that much. I can't tell if it's ignorance or just plain a lack of understanding.

TLDR; My whole life I've collected pokemon cards. After gaining an impressive collection and heading off to college, my mom decided to, without warning, donate my collection of pokemon cards. Which practically grew up beside me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MycologistSecure4898 on 2025-05-22 18:01:18+00:00.

I live in one major city in my midwestern state and I have to travel to the state capitol 130 miles away for a training for work. I had to leave extra early to be on time. Somehow, in my haste, I forgot my wallet back at my apartment in the first city. I didn’t realize until I was about halfway to the capitol. I checked my mileage range and I realized I would have enough gas to get to the city but not back home. I’m also diabetic and I had no cash or card to buy lunch. Visions of myself passed out in a ditch by the side of the road flashed before my eyes.

My first thought was to use my Aldi grocery cert quarters to pay for gas. Maybe ask someone at the training for cash. But then I had the bright idea to google if gas stations take Venmo or Google pay (I am 30, but technology eludes me). Thank Goddess they did. I was able to gas and lunch 😮‍💨

TL;DR TIFU by forgetting my wallet and having to use the Venmo account I only have for office birthday card collections to pay for gas in a strange city far from home.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ClassApprehensive264 on 2025-05-22 19:25:09+00:00.

This disaster unfolded over the weekend and I'm still living in denial about the $1,200 appliance currently blocking my building's hallway 💀

So my old fridge finally died (RIP to 8 years of faithful service), and I had some cash saved up from a work bonus recently. Saw this gorgeous stainless steel double-door beauty on sale and just... bought it. Like a complete amateur who apparently forgot that physics exists.

The delivery guys showed up Saturday morning, took one look at my second-floor walkup situation, and basically went "lol good luck." No elevator obviously, just narrow stairs and a hallway that was clearly designed by someone who hates large appliances.

My boyfriend and three of his friends volunteered to help (bless them), thinking "how hard could it be?" Cut to 2 HOURS of them trying every possible angle, removing the doors, tilting it sideways, basically attempting fridge Tetris while I stood there having a full existential crisis.

Plot twist: even if we somehow defied the laws of space and time to get it upstairs, there's this sharp 90-degree turn right at my apartment door that makes zero geometric sense for anything wider than a pizza box.

So now I have a $1,200 fridge chilling in the hallway (literally, it's still plugged in because I'm in denial), my neighbors think I'm insane, and I'm googling "do appliance stores take returns on items that are technically homeless?"

TL;DR: Bought a fridge that's physically impossible to get into my apartment, now I'm the building's unofficial hallway appliance dealer and my ego is in shambles.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/asleepattheworld on 2025-05-22 18:42:52+00:00.

I few years ago I decided a career change was in order and followed my love of plants into horticulture and conservation. I absolutely love my work, and a bit over a year ago was offered a permanent position with an amazing nursery. It’s the best job I’ve ever had and I love almost every part of it.

The one thing I find hard to deal with is working outside in summer. Where I am gets hot, often over 40C (105F) and I have always been a winter person preferring to hide in air conditioned comfort during heat waves. But with plants that’s not an option so I decided I’d toughen up and learn to deal with it.

Being sweaty is part of the job, but the worst part for me is under boob sweat. I’m a bit heavier, so I sweat a lot there and always had a red, irritating rash. I’ve tried different things like antiperspirant and rash cream but it was always a problem. I just figured I’d have to live with it.

A few days ago I noticed a few rashy spots on my side, and then a few more appeared. I asked my doctor about it and she said it looked like folliculitis and said it often happens in summer when people are sweaty. Couple this with being around potting mixes and composts all day and it’s caused me a small bacterial skin infection. She gave me the name of an antibacterial wash and sent me on my way.

I picked up the wash and figured since I was using it on my stomach I might as well see if it had an effect on my sweat rash. Well, today my rash is almost gone. So I’ve had a bacterial skin infection for over a year and just brushing it off as sweat rash. I feel so much better, but I can’t help feeling foolish that I could’ve had this dealt with ages ago and not been in so much discomfort at work. At least I know now I guess.

TL;DR - I put up with a bacterial skin infection for over a year because I thought it was just sweat rash.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/drofnas1 on 2025-05-22 18:33:39+00:00.

TL;DR: I’d been constipated for three days, finally found relief at a public park bathroom with no ventilation. Mid-process, an entire sixth-grade field trip stormed in, gagged, screamed, and reacted like they were in a horror movie. I had to sit through the chaos silently, then walk out knowing they all knew it was me. Then I went on my run like a hero.

The Great Bathroom Showdown

So a little backstory: I’d been constipated for three days—nothing was coming out. Then, today, my body decided it was finally go-time… right as I was getting ready for a run at the park.

Of course, being at a public park, the only option was one of those grimy public restrooms. Gross, I know. I went in and quickly realized there was just one stall and one urinal. No ventilation. Just a humid, muggy, stale-aired box of shame.

About 15 minutes into what I’ll generously call my “bathroom adventure,” I heard a crowd approaching the door. The second it opened, I realized—field trip. Sixth-grade boys.

Now, if you’ve ever been around middle schoolers, you know subtlety is not their strong suit.

The first wave walked in, and immediately the gagging started. “OH MY GOD,” “This is the worst thing I’ve ever smelled,” “What is that?!” They were dramatic—but honestly, I couldn’t blame them. I’d been brewing that situation for three days.

But it didn’t stop there. The kids just kept coming. It was like a clown car of chaos. Every new group came in, got hit with the stench wall, gagged, screamed, and then ran out to warn the next wave. All the while, I’m in the stall, silently praying for mercy, trying not to laugh or break composure.

Since there was only one urinal, the poor kids had to wait in line… inside. One by one, they were forced to endure the hell I’d created—gagging, talking, wondering aloud what sort of demon had done this. And it was me. Just me. Stewing in the shame, trying to keep it together.

Eventually, the stream of kids slowed. But by now, everyone knew how bad it smelled—and they were all waiting right outside the door. I knew it. They knew it. We were all aware of the showdown that was about to happen.

Finally, I emerged. There was one chaperon left inside, washing his hands. He turned, looked at me, and gave me a face of pure disgust—like I had personally betrayed his faith in humanity.

I washed my hands, fixed my hair, walked out with pride… and then went on my run.

Afterwords: 10/10 best run I’ve had in months

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/trashablanca on 2025-05-22 16:55:22+00:00.

Eight years ago, when I was a 20-year-old intern in the office I now work in full-time, I made a horrible mistake. I’d been there for maybe a month and I was loving it, but outside work I had zero skills. I hadn’t learned how to cook anything and I’d just improv my way through food, so whenever I made “soup,” I’d just dump a shitload of frozen vegetables whole into a giant mug of broth and microwave it.

My department shares a floor with HR, and it’s basically a long hallway of office doors on each side with a tiny kitchenette in the middle (it’s very Lumen, except for how the office doors are noticeably weirdly small for their frames - Ben Stiller would never). It was a Saturday and I went in to do some work, so I was the only person on the floor. I’d packed a soup for lunch, which I’d made by dumping a whole bag of frozen peas in one of my comically large ceramic soup mugs and adding some broth. At around noon I chucked it in the kitchenette microwave and somehow within a few minutes, the broth got to borderline boiling. And for some reason, when I reached to get it, I grabbed my soup not by the handle but by the mug itself. My hand had that delay between registering intense pain and reacting to it, and in that time I’d taken the soup out of the microwave, swung turned and was holding it over the floor of the hallway. I screamed. I dropped the mug.

Whatever, right? It’s just a mug, I could just clean it up. Ha. Imagine. What a world that would be. Instead, when the mug hit the floor, it shattered and… good god, the peas. I know there couldn’t have been hundreds of them, but it genuinely looked like it, it was like a grenade of peas that exploded into 20 power washers blasting peas in every direction. I guess the heat also hardened them or something because they were like little rubber bullets, bouncing every direction insanely far down both sides of the hallway, with more buoyancy than I thought anything edible could have. The peas went absolutely fucking everywhere, and remember those awkward too-small doors? Yeah, turns out there’s a giant two-inch gap between the bottom of them and the floor, which is more than enough space for 50 peas to jettison themselves under every single doorframe and rocket to the backs of each office, way beyond where I could reach them even with a huge stick, which I also didn’t have.

I’ve asked myself so many times over the years — in what fucking world were you going to eat all those peas? Was it TWO entire bags of frozen peas in there? All I could do was force myself to stop crying, mop up the broth in the hallway and retrieve the maybe five out of 5,000 peas that hadn’t gone under one of 10+ locked office doors for basically everyone in HR. I scrubbed the floors, collected every tiny sliver of the mug corpse in a bag and threw it out in a public dumpster 30 minutes away. Then I went home and thought to myself, “Maybe they won’t notice.”

Thus began The Pea Incident, our department’s ground zero, the biggest thing that ever happened in the office to this day. All anyone talked about for weeks were their theories about who broke in on the weekend and put such an insane amount of peas in everyone in HR’s offices, and how they did it (I vehemently agreed with everyone who suspected my least favourite office alcoholic). They called a series of executive meetings about a security issue and oversight in staff safety. There were so many presentations. I remember an exec asking, “What if it isn’t peas next time? What if it’s ANTHRAX?” I sat in meeting after meeting about it, taking the worst notes I’ve ever taken because my hands were shaking so badly I could barely type. Everyone had to start locking their office doors whenever they left, even if they’re just going to the bathroom or popping out for a second. They put additional scan locks on all the doors to the entire floor, and everyone still needs a special key fob to get the elevator to open on the right floor.

I developed stomach ulcers from the stress and barely slept for months, I was so terrified that someone would find out it was me. I’ve been scared for almost a decade, as my internship became a freelance position, then several contract positions, then a part-time permanent role, then, finally full-time permanent. And the stakes just kept getting higher (I have a chronic illness and my meds had hit more than $600 a month over the pandemic).

But thankfully, due to that very pandemic and super high turnover rates, slowly over the last eight years, everyone who was there for The Pea Thing has left. And the thing that I desperately needed to be forgotten was lost. Pea history became pea legend. Pea legend became pea myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until yesterday. Because fucking “Carol” (not her real name) is back covering a mat leave. And Carol asked me yesterday if I remember the peas. I said, “No, I must have blocked the memory out because I am highly allergic to peas.” She said she still wonders who did it. She’s here for another eight months at least and I cannot let her catch me. Fuck you, Carol, and FUCK PEAS. I fucking hate peas.

TL;DR: Dropped a mug of peas in an empty office while I was an intern and they went under every single office door, thereby creating a massive security emergency and office-wide mystery that no one has cracked. I am playing a dangerous game.

Edit: buoyant (typo) changed to buoyancy (not a typo I think)

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Iputthemsomewhere on 2025-05-22 15:55:46+00:00.

So my girlfriend’s been stressed lately work stuff, life stuff, all of it. I thought, “you know what? I’ll do something nice for her.” Clean the flat, cook a proper meal, set up a little vibe. Not anything mad, just something decent.

I start tidying. All good. Then I think, candles would be a nice touch. I find one she likes, light it. Then I think music. I make a playlist. Then I think bath. She loves baths.

Here’s where I went wrong. I filled the bath way too early. Way. Too. Early. Like 45 mins before she’d even be home. Water goes lukewarm. So I try to top it up with hot water… forget I’m doing it. Go back to the kitchen to plate up food. Burn the garlic bread. Smoke alarm starts going off. Run to stop that, slip a bit.

Then I hear the bath overflowing. Floor’s soaked. I throw towels down like that’s gonna help. In the middle of this she walks in the door. I’m drenched. Garlic bread is black. Bath’s spilling out. Her exact words were:

“Were you trying to kill me or propose?”

It was supposed to be thoughtful. It looked like a crime scene.

She laughed eventually. But yeah, I think I’m just gonna stick to takeaway next time.

TL;DR: Tried to surprise my girlfriend with a relaxing night — ended up flooding the bathroom, burning the food, and nearly setting off the fire alarm. Thoughtful turned terrifying.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ferdous12345 on 2025-05-22 13:27:18+00:00.

I posted yesterday about my oversight in reading the lease, which said vacating notice must be “written and mailed.” I sent out vacating notice by email assuming it would be okay, but then got charged $2000 for the next month’s rent. Freaking out, I assumed I messed up royally and would have to just pay. I thought they must have actually wanted a paper in an envelope snail mailed from my apartment door to their office about 100 feet away.

Lots of people said to fight back yesterday. I was feeling hopeless about it. If the lease says X and I do Y, of course I’m guilty and should be held liable. But I’m a broke graduate and couldn’t easily afford $2k, so I called this AM.

Leasing office confirmed that an email notice is OKAY. But, the property manager who I emailed didn’t enter it into the system. She called me profusely apologizing. I had her email me a confirmation afterward for the paper trail. The charge was canceled and I am officially on the books to move out.

All set! Thanks everyone for the support. Learned a bit about property law and also the biggest lessons: 1) read the lease carefully, and 2) follow up if you don’t get a response.

TL;DR I didn’t FU, and I was able to resolve the problem.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Background_Tax7115 on 2025-05-22 13:21:56+00:00.

I don’t do edibles often, but when I do, I apparently become a corporate caterer.

Took a gummy with my roommate on a chill Saturday night. 45 minutes in, I felt like I had to have McDonald’s nuggets. Like a spiritual craving.

I opened the app and thought, “I’ll order 50. That should be enough.”

Problem: I didn’t realize I selected 10-piece and changed the quantity to 50.

So… 500. Nuggets. what the h…

It cost $187. I didn’t notice until they showed up in three massive bags and the Dasher asked if we were hosting a party.

We were not.

We did, however, accidentally feed our whole apartment complex. One guy brought hot sauce. It kinda ruled.

TL;DR: Took an edible. Accidentally ordered 500 chicken nuggets. Threw an impromptu block party.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Gold_Platform_8781 on 2025-05-22 13:18:32+00:00.

I was leaving work and saw a woman walking a dog that looked exactly like my wife’s from the back. Same leash, same coat, even had the little pink bandana.

I was in my car pulling out of the lot and thought it would be cute to surprise her, so I rolled down the window and yelled:

“Hey sexy! I love you, baby!”

The woman turned around… and it wasn’t my wife. It was her boss. The dog? Similar. Not the same.

The woman? Mortified. She recognized me.

She works in the same building. My wife now has to explain why her husband shouted “I love you, baby” to her supervisor in the parking lot like we’re in a low-budget romcom.

TL;DR: Thought I saw my wife walking our dog. Shouted “I love you” from the car. It was her boss. Now I’m banned from pickup duty.