Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/get-cucked1 on 2025-12-28 04:04:17+00:00.

This is going to be long, so sorry in advanced. I, F(23) have been with my boyfriend M(24) for 1.5 years. We are long distance between two European countries but see each other once or twice a month and for long periods over the summer and university breaks and it’s very manageable. We’re both studying our masters and we’re busy enough so it feels fine. I am going to move to his country in 2 years when I finish.

For the first year of our relationship things were so good. The sex was great, passion was amazing and I was so certain I had found my person and was making plans to spend the rest of my life with him. In the last 6 months, he’s been increasingly less interested in sex, but still very lovey dovey, so I was confused. I know it’s not physical, cause I’ll be honest, I look great naked and anyone with eyes and who is attracted to women would agree, so I honestly didn’t know what was happening.

He eventually opened up that his mental health wasn’t the best but he wasn’t ready to talk so I gave him time and didn’t press it, but just before christmas whilst I was staying with him I pressed a little more and got some of why he’s been feeling bad.

He says that he loves me so much and doesn’t think he could do better than me, but he worries that he’s trapped and that he’s spending his youth in a committed relationship whilst he’s never travelled or anything by himself. He also wants to do Erasmus (study abroad) and isn’t sure he wants to do this in a relationship. He is adamant that he genuinely wants to spend his life with me, hence why he feels so bad about feeling this way, but just wanted to tell me where his head is at.

When I pressed him more later that night, he also told me that whilst he was clubbing, a girl asked if he wanted to make out with him and he said no and went home, but he only went home because he was very tempted and wanted to say yes.

Other than all this, I know his mental health is very bad and he’s quite fragile, so I feel like I can’t even respond in any normal way without putting him at risk of harming himself, but also, we don’t have sex, the passion is gone, the love is so strong but I am just not happy and I feel like an idiot for staying with him and planning my whole life around moving to his home country and learning his language.

I told him I will give him time to talk to his psychologist and figure it out because I don’t want to abandon him over overthinking, but I don’t know how long I’m supposed to put up with being so sincerely unfulfilled.

Other than this he is an INCREDIBLE boyfriend and is so so so kind, loving and supportive and he is my absolute world, I never want to know another person as minutely as I know him, I’m so comfortable with him. That’s why this is so awful.

Any advice is appreciated :/.

TL;DR: I messed up by asking my boyfriend what was really wrong with him and found out he’s not even sure he wants to be in a relationship and whilst he wouldn’t cheat on me, he feels very tempted when offered. Don’t know if I should bother staying.

Edit: ok maybe ‘I know I can’t do better the. You’ sounds suuuper douchey but what he meant was that he is unsure he’ll ever meet and get into a relationship with someone he loves and values as much. Also the sex thing is complicated and I told him he needs to go to therapy about it asap because it’s extremely detrimental 😪😪

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/JediJacob04 on 2025-12-27 05:30:10+00:00.

I work at a liquor store, and it being the 26th of December, it was relatively very slow today. Near the end of my shift, me and a coworker had nothing much to do, so I jokingly scanned a miniature bottle of alcohol several times as if he was a customer purchasing that many bottles.

To keep the joke going, I then scanned an entire box of pre-made shooters (something like 40 shooters at $3 each), several times once again. The total was something like $2,500 at this point.

My coworker then has the bright idea to check the system and find some expensive wines that were sold and are still in the system, and finds one worth several thousands of dollars (almost $10k), and sets the quantity in the POS to 999 (the maximum allowed). By this point, the running total is ~$9 MILLION, and we’re cracking up (we were extremely bored). He then finds ANOTHER bottle, this one nearly $20k, and sets the quantity to 999, bringing the total up to ~$28 MILLION.

Now, this is where I’m personally responsible for the fuck up; I pretended to bring the transaction up to the point right up to when you confirm how much the customer is paying in cash (it automatically assumes the customer is paying in full, and the only thing stopping the transaction from going through was single press of the “Enter” key).

My coworker didn’t see that I was already there, and mistakenly pressed “Enter” to reach the same point I had brought us to.

$28,000,000 in theoretical cash made its way into the cash register’s balance.

I yelled at my coworker to ask WTF he did and he realized what he had done and his eyes went wide.

We immediately tried to reverse the entire transaction, but (understandably), there’s a $1 million maximum that you can return at a time, so attempting to return $28,000,000 of “sold” alcohol didn’t work. After figuring out the maximum, I then had to do dozens of returns each worth $1 million at a time until every single bottle of alcohol was “returned”, and the inventory was corrected from -999 to 0.

However, in the reports for that day, it’ll show $28 million in revenue and a similar amount in returns, which will completely fuck up stats and graphs and everything, which higher-ups will obviously inquire about.

I’m going to go wait for my store manager tomorrow morning before she comes in so that I can explain what happened and confess that we were joking around and never meant to go through with the transaction. Please pray for me and my job (I 100% accept that we are at fault and deserve some sort of punishment for exaggerating as much as we did, and for not working when we were supposed to).

TL;DR: Me and my coworker pretended to ring up a $28 million transaction as a joke, and then accidentally went through with it, fucking up the store’s stats for that day even if we managed to “return” the products in the system.

Update: My boss was understandably frustrated and disappointed but the worst that can happen is the higher ups will meet and they’ll probably decide to give us warnings/it’ll be in our files, but nothing more.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/OkBake8220 on 2025-12-27 01:05:27+00:00.

Bless the little Latino woman at the shop downtown that I frequent...

I was going in to grab some Mexican Cokes and some Conchas and a few other snacks. And she was really wanting to give me gifts (some small chocolates) and I was like "No no it's ok- I- it's fine r- are you sure- ok- oh the other flavor? I- no-no you're a small business you don't have to- I- o-ok..."

As I was leaving we were talking about Three Kings Day but the Mexico tradition. Breaking the bread and finding baby Jesus. Now, I'm aware of this tradition as I have an ex who was Catholic and we celebrated Three Kings Day with like a dinner with family? I'll be very honest it makes sense, but I was never explained the specifics beyond my own research into the Bible and Christianity when I was figuring out my religious inclinations. Anyways! She was saying how she didn't want to assume my religion or make me uncomfortable, but she wanted to give me another gift. And I, being religiously ambiguous and very open to (almost) all religions said "Oh! I'm not religious in any particular way." And she lit up.

I have been given rosaries, Mary Magdalene figures, etc. before and I always try to be respectful, often leaving them in churches or even like the food/blessing boxes with notes. Try to keep the good vibes passed on and going for those that truly might need it.

She held up a baby Jesus doll. I was both very confused and also intrigued. Some things I think got lost in translation, and I thought she was gifting it to me to give to someone else. After some research, I have realized the complete error of my ways.

If I understand, you break bread on three kings day (it is a specific type of bread with a baby Jesus hidden in one). Whoever gets Jesus becomes the godparent and then has the baby Jesus for the year. You dress it up, swaddle it, etc. and on what would be the pagan holiday of Imbolc (Feb 1 or 2) the godparent hosts a party with tamales and such.

I have several issues in this situation:

• I am not Christian, and while I could wholeheartedly swaddle and set him in a church for another that feels horribly inappropriate (it is quite literally the size of a preemie newborn)
• I do not want to be meanspirited, even if the doll is kinda freaky looking. (Very long eyelashes, very slay)
• I live in an apartment
• I am a pagan
• All of my close friends are pagan and none of us have children
• I have no idea how to make tamales

So... To anyone willing to take this seriously and not attempt to convert me (please respect this), how do I proceed? I feel bad I didn't outright say I was pagan, but I also try to be kind as I know gifts from religious individuals is truly from their heart. It isn't always a means of conversion, and even as a pagan I respect the positivity that these gifts can showcase. But... I have a baby Jesus doll sitting on my desk, currently wearing one of my doll wigs because the plastic hair looked atrocious, and don't know what the most respectful thing to do is. My pagan friends are on board with incorporating it into our Imbolc festivities since I mean, Goddess Brigid, but I don't think any of us want to be disrespectful.

We've thought about dressing him in a swaddle or in Brigid's colorations for Imbolc, letting it be the lamb she carries. But I (again) don't know what would be considered inappropriate or not.

TLDR; I have accidentally acquired a Baby Jesus Doll used for a specific Mexican Christian holiday that I only just learned it's meaning for, and I am a pagan with no idea how to proceed. Please advise????

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Freijaren on 2025-12-26 17:30:12+00:00.

Ok, so the last few years I've gotten more into baking. Cooking is love and baking is science and for some reason I've never been able to do quite get down the baking side of food. Until I got a digital kitchen scale! Out with the volume measurements and in with weight measurements. Suddenly I can bake!

Several years ago when Island Sanctuary released in FF14 we made a giant ridiculous flan on the beach. I was determined to make flan in real life afterwards.

Flan is a tricky bitch. I did myself a favor and got a recipe from a reputable website where actual chefs post their recipes. I've definitely pulled some janky recipes from sketchy websites, but my god flan is just on a other level even with a good recipe.

Step 1 - burn the caramel and then get it right the second time. Or third, or fourth. Yes I did really persevere one time. Coat your glas pie pan in molten sugar without burning yourself.

Step 2 - make more caramel! *Cries*

Step 3 - add milk, salt, and cream

Step 4 - temper dairy and caramel mixture into eggs. How have I failed almost every step but this one I never failed at.

Step 5 - get an overfilled glass pie tin into a bain-marie. Hot tip, only put half the mixture in the pie plate and level it in the oven in the water bath, then use a measuring cup to ladle the other half in.

Step 6 - try to get foil to sit on my roasting basin and not the surface of the flan. 80% failure rate, who cares what the bottom looks like anyway.

Step 7 - pull it out at 175 f internal temp.

I swear to all that is holy I saw 175 and happily pulled that sucker out. 24 hours later it was still liquid and my hopes of Christmas flan evaporated.

But could it be saved? I've eaten my own overbaked flan, and let me tell you, it was still so delish. Other people tried it before on the internet, so too shall I. The problem? The original recipe calls for cooking with plastic cling film over the top. I use foil because I don't like plastic in my food.

Well, it was mayyyyybe 9pm when I decided to try baking the flan again while playing videogames with my partner. I did not want to pull off the cling wrap off a liquid flan, so I'm like recipe says you can do this? Who cares one time.

Dear reader, that was a very bad idea. We are so close to the right temp, the flan is allllllmost there....and the plastic just disappears in the final 20 minutes in the oven. I'm gobsmacked when I pull it out and can only pull shreds of cling film off the top. So I sacrifice 10% of the flan and just scrape off the bottom layer to get all the plastic off, who cares what the bottom looks like right?

Defeated and tired of dealing with this flan from my worst nightmares, I do some late night gaming (F14 just dropped a new patch woooo) and go to bed. Forgetting that my nightmare flan is still out cooling.

This morning my joy turns to cry-laughter as I realize I never put the flan in the fridge last night. Fuck me right? I say, I fucking slaved over this POS I'm at least going to risk food poisoning to have one piece before tossing it and shove it into the fridge. Literally shoved in anger. I came back two hours later to make lunch for myself and fuck me I shoved the flan so that all the caramel dripped out into the fridge.

This flan has broken me. I will still eat my one danger piece before tossing. The planner in me also bought enough to make two flans so maybe either my past self knew something or I created this outcome for myself by buying enough for two. I'll try again in a few days. No more plastic!

TL;DR: Distracted baking and inexperience results in repeated obstacles to achieving delicious flan.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/LonelyPotato2001 on 2025-12-26 14:14:11+00:00.

Yeah, unfortunately you read the title correct and to say that I am MORTIFIED, is an understatement. It all happened so fast! I was going through people's stories, just skipping through and it went to the person in questions snap story and the keyboard/options to react to their story fully came up onto the screen and where I was tapping my thumb to skip people's stories, I pressed the skull reaction. When I tell you my stomach dropped, I don't think it ever dropped so fast. I sat up faster than a bullet and quickly went into the chat and deleted the skull reaction and sent a heart one and apologized to them.

As typing this out, I just realised they probably had a notification that I responded to their story with the skull emoji reaction.

I feel so guilty, they messaged me twenty minutes ago (as of typing this) and I haven't opened it, I'm too nervous to. And I don't know this person too well either, I know them through a friend and work with their sibling..

TL; DR: TIFU by accidentally sending a skull emoji reaction to someone's snap story of them and their deceased mother 😓

EDIT UPDATE;

They sent me a text when I was first typing this post out and they responded, "it's ok" So it's all good now! Still feeling a bit guilty though, next time I know to be more careful to avoid the mini panic attack 😭🫶

TL;DR: They responded, "it's ok". So it's all good...minus the lingering feelings of panic :')

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/throw-away2257 on 2025-12-26 11:43:35+00:00.

I’ll keep it short and sweet, it’s Christmas, we’re all sat round the table and my Mrs talks about how her nan used to globe trot very often and never really stayed in one place, I said “oh wow I’d love to see the photos” the man responds “I keep them in my bedroom come on I’ll show you them” me excited to see all the sights she has seen in her life. All very innocent we sit down on her bed as she gets out her shoe box she starts to regale her years on cruises and many people she has met, she then starts telling me about blokes she has been with, me being me I let her continue with a few chuckles and letting her continue.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, sat on her bed, with her sat so close to me, I try and speed it up to see these photos. There’s loads in there and she has seen most of the world so I turn the conversation back to the photos trying to talk about the wild animals she’s seen, the wonders of all the incredible countries, as the photos go on she starts pointing out men in them and going, “he was such a good lover, this one had a partner, this one said he would follow me round the world”.

Then we get to the beach photos and the horror on my face when she pulled out nude fucking photos of her on a beach from when she was around 30-40 and she simply asks “what do you think”, to which I sat there stunned and simply said “oh wow, well uhm all these places look amazing but I think we should go back down it’s been a while.

Christmas dinner was very awkward

TLDR my fiancés nan showed me nudes

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AchillesInHeelys on 2025-12-26 04:04:58+00:00.

I’ve gifted my fiancé’s grandma a couple of books for every holiday, but I’ve mainly focused on family stories and historical novels.

His sister is into romance novels and we have read some of the same ones, so she gifted Gma a couple of spicy books. I just happened to notice, so I brought it up on the way home.

I said, “I was curious if you liked romance novels, since Sister gave you a couple today. I’ve read Title and Title, and I really liked them!”

She replied with, “Oh, yes, absolutely. I love romance novels.”

So, I said, “I just wanted to be sure. I have some recommendations you might really like, but they are occasionally graphic. I always want to make sure I’m being appropriate with my fiancé’s family!” in a sort of playful tone.

She said, “Oh, I love to see a couple work through their problems. And some of the sex scenes, I mean, you can’t help but get turned on.”

She continued to describe her favorite things to read in romance and my fiancé whispered, “Why would you do this to me?” Now, he’s heard WAY TOO MUCH. Oops. 😅

TL;DR - Asked Gma if she was okay with graphic scenes in romance, she told us how turned on she gets. Fiancé is irreparably damaged.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/GooglyMoogly122 on 2025-12-25 21:09:56+00:00.

This happened about 8 years ago.

I was staying at my Uncle's place for a couple of nights and this was during a time when I was trying to quit smoking with Nicorette 4 Milligrams. I had a couple of strips and on my last day at his place, I forgot one there. For those that don't know, these gums are pretty inconspicuous and seem pretty ordinary and if you don't read the back, you wouldn't know what you were dealing with.

Two days later I meet Unc for lunch at his place. He has a cleaning lady that comes by to clean the house and do laundry etc etc every now and then. Whilst she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, she's generally a nice lady. She approaches me, strip of gum in hand, and asks what it was. I explained it was meant to help me quit smoking. She looks puzzled but also like something has clicked in her head.

Apparently on the day I left, she found my gum just went "ah what the hey, might as well". This woman has never smoked, chewed tobacco or consumed any Nicotine in her life. 4 Milligrams is enough to knock someone on their ass if they've never had nicotine before. She chewed the gum, got dizzy as hell, ended up puking a few times and had to lie down until the Earth stopped spinning. She had to tell my uncle she was sick and needed to go home and sleep it off. All because I left my stupid gum lying around.

TL;DR: I forgot my nicotine gum at my Uncle's home, the lady that comes to clean his place helped herself, proceeded to vomit, almost pass out and had to take the day off because of her first ever experience with nicotine

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/throwsawayspls on 2025-12-23 14:23:34+00:00.

Yes this happened today. Less than an hour ago in fact. Not sure next step lol.

Okay this morning I woke up having to pee so bad, i reluctantly go even though I was freezing. I do my business and go back to lay down. Well my stomach started hurting- cramps. I think maybe my period is coming and ignore it to try to rest more.

I get very uncomfortable from the cramps and start farting a bunch- I think I might have to poop. So I begrudgingly get back up to go to the bathroom. Nothing moving if you know what I mean. After a couple minutes I decided to go back to my room. About 10 minutes later I’m still not feeling good and decide to try again. Still nothing. Once again I go back to my room.

This time I decide to take some stomach medicine and once more go to my room.

Well this medicine did its job and not even 10 minutes later I find myself running to the bathroom. To my horrors the door is closed and the shower is running. No big deal I can try to wait. Or so I thought.

It’s like when you know you can’t go your body decides it’s no longer your choice.

I weighed my options while doing the crampy poo dance:

1. Bang on the door and cry that I have to shit and my moms shower is not important enough to interrupt natures plan
2. Ask my dad to drive me 15 mins away to the nearest public bathroom

Or finally

1. Wait it out.

I do what most sane people do— wait. Except the cramps are getting worst and farts are starting to smell like they’re about to be sharts.. panic ensues. I consider running outside and shitting in the yard- no good too many people could see and how the hell do you clean that up? At this point I can’t even sit down without fear of my body pushing out this huge shit that’s brewing inside of me. As the sweat starts dripping and my clench becomes weaker- I decide the only option is to grab a trash bag and hope I can make it long enough to not see myself become a bag shitter.

As quickly as the thought came- so did the shit. I ran to grab a new trash bag and pull down my pants. I think this really cannot be my life. I open the bag and squat over it praying there is no leakage.

Suddenly everything was over. No more stomach pain. Just a Heavy SMELLY trash bag with my shit in it. What the fuck am i supposed to do with this bag. Like fr.

After the shower my parents left the house to go to the dump and finish Christmas shopping. If I put a literal stinking bag of my shit in the trash, they will know it was me and it will not be taken out for up to a week at this point. I could walk to the nearest garbage can and try to throw it there but then I have to literally carry my shit with me on this walk…

Thank you for listening to my shameful story and what is now the most horrific things I have ever done. Any advice will be taken though I don’t know how many people are experienced in this field.

TLDR:

I couldn’t hold my shit in any longer and pooped in a bag. Trying to figure out the next steps before my parents get back home. 😕

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/IndividualDoughnut96 on 2025-12-25 16:41:55+00:00.

So day before yesterday, I got an allergic reaction and went to visit the doctor check-up. They have updated to an AI assistant called freed to write notes for them so my doctor just talked to me, and the assistant heard me and wrote my symptoms and my medicine. The doctor gave me my form with medicines written on it without double checking what the assistant had written down. I went out to the store and got them and applied the lotions and ate the medicine accordingly and slept off. Woke up after an hour and my allergy had literally worsened. I immediately called the doctor back and paid them a visit to get check again.

I was furious already and then they admitted their mistake. Apparently their assistant Mr. Freed misdiagnosed me, wrote wrong symptoms and decided I have atopic dermatitis and prescribed wrong medicines and lotions. They wanted to do a check up again and give me correct medicines after that and that too they wanted me to pay for it again but I refused it and went to another doc. It's seriously becoming a scary world out there with AI literally everywhere.

TL;DR: Doctor trusted their AI assistant and it worsened my allergy as it misdiagnosed me

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Both-Click1366 on 2025-12-25 10:59:33+00:00.

Couple of years ago I think like 2 years ago i needed to bring something to Thanksgiving at my aunt's house I simply googled "easy impressive dish" and made this bacon wrapped jalapeno thing. Took me 20 min ish.

Everyone lost their minds. My uncle said it was the best thing he had ever eaten. peopel asked for the recipie I felt like a master chef.

Now I have to make them at every gathering.

I don't really even like them anymore I've made hundreds of those things.

But I can't stop now. Last year I said I might bring something different and my aunt said "nonono everyone looks forward to your jalapenos" my uncle looked at me like I had threatened to cancel the holiday.

I'm about to make like 40 of them for Christmas I just realized what I have gotten my self into.

I will forever be the holiday gathering jalapeno guy.

TL:DR made jalapeno poppers once from a random online recipe. This is who I am now. I am the jalapeno guy.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/auguste_20 on 2025-12-24 14:13:18+00:00.

I, 29/M, have a right 4th upper molar which I consider as my lucky charm. It never gave me problems except the occasional "wow that's weird" from the dentist so I never gave teeth problems much of a thought.

However, a few nights ago, after eating popcorn, I woke up with a pain in my gums. I tried fishing for whatever is making it hurt with my tongue but I got nothing. The pain kept getting worse and my gums started to become swollen. It has already reached a point where I couldn't eat or sleep properly.

Today, I brought myself to the Emergency Room where I work and had a dentist do a quick check - and turns out I have operculitis from a popcorn kernel that lodged between an impacted wisdom tooth and gums. He told me that it will only keep happening until I have my wisdom tooth removed as soon as possible. My extra molar is also injuring the gums around my impacted tooth, so they'll probably have to remove it too.

Worst of all, the next couple of days will be lined up with holidays and celebrations and I won't be able to enjoy all the delicious food.

TLDR; I have a gum infection from eating popcorn and now I have to suffer through pain during all the holiday celebrations

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DrainianDream on 2025-12-24 23:59:17+00:00.

Obligatory "this didn't actually happen today" but about two years ago this time of year. Also mild spoiler warning for the movie Spirited since it's relevant to the story.

Some important context, cancer risk runs in my partner's family, so they've lost a lot of relatives to the disease over the years and have a lingering dread about getting it too someday. Around two years ago, my partner got news that one of their uncles had died of cancer right before the holidays. They weren't very close and by my partner's account they're mostly numb to that type of loss by now, but every time they get news like this it usually sends them into a mental spiral, which it started to do this time, too.

They didn't want to talk about or dwell on it that day because both would send them spiraling, so I offered to distract them with something lowkey so they could have something fun to focus on until it hurt less. That's when I remembered the movie Spirited had come out that year, a really fun parody of A Christmas Carol, as is classic this time of year. I had already watched the movie with my parents a couple weeks prior, and the snark, comedy, and character arcs are all perfectly suited to my partner's taste, so I asked if they were up for watching it together that night and they said yes.

Fast forward about forty minutes later and the movie is going great. We're both having fun, my partner is sufficiently distracted, and he's even laughing and cracking jokes during some of the scenes. Life is good.

Then it hits me. Slowly, at first, then faster, like a snowball growing bigger and bigger as it rolls faster and faster down a hill. A memory of a plot point of the movie from when I watched it before. One we're rapidly approaching at this point in the movie.

You see, the asshole character in this movie, like every Christmas Carol protagonist, has a tragic life event in their past that lead to them becoming who they are now. They also have that loving character that always saw the best in them that is no longer in the picture now for whatever reason. And in this movie, that person is the character's older sister. And that older sister isn't in the picture, because she died of cancer.

S H I T.

I immediately pause the movie, and my partner turns to me, concerned.

"What's up, why did you pause it?"

I squirm, trying to figure out how to articulate how monumental my lapse of judgement has become, and after a probably concerning amount of silence, I sheepishly start with "...I just remembered there's a scene coming up that you're probably not in the right headspace to watch right now. I forgot it was in here, but I definitely should warn you about it."

"Just tell me what it is."

"Okay! Okay. Well you see, there's kinda sorta... a scene coming up where... afamilymemberdiesofcancer."

Silence.

I'm sweating bullets, watching their face shift from confusion to open-mouthed incredulity, feeling the most socially inept I have ever felt in my life.

Then they start cackling.

I briefly worry that I've finally broken them after all this time, but they quickly gasp out a "You fucking WHAT!!" And I realize they have found my monumental fuck up infinitely funnier and more effective at cheering them up than anything in the actual movie. The fact that I, the person they usually come to for advice on delicate emotional situations (because, despite everything this story paints me as, I am usually very good at it), managed to pick out a movie with a scene of the exact thing I'm trying to get their mind off of, was so comedically stupid I managed to somehow still do my job properly and cheer them up. It took nearly twenty minutes for both of us to finally calm down and stop laughing and (rightfully) roasting me for it before I could finally ask if they wanted to leave the rest of this movie for later and pick a new one, and they said we might as well finish it now that we're this far into it, so we did. And now all they could think of during the hospital scene was my own fuck up, so, all was well in the end.

Now we have one hell of an inside joke, and even two years later we bring it up any time one of us has fucked something up. "Hey, it could be worse. At least you didn't use a movie where the protagonist's loved one dies of cancer to cheer someone up after their loved one died of cancer."

And honestly, deserved. I'm happy to be the fool when it put such a big smile on their face. :)

TL;DR: Tried to distract my partner after they found out their uncle died of cancer, picked the one movie I had on hand where a family member dying of cancer is a major plot point. My blunder was so lovably stupid it cheered my partner up even more than the movie did.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/whatawynn on 2025-12-24 19:21:19+00:00.

disclaimer: i fucked up yesterday, i haven’t been knocking on peoples doors on christmas eve.

my best friend loves the game monopoly and the rest of our friend group is willing to play as long as we play the version with the credit cards instead of having to count out the paper money. so when her game’s card machine fell off the table and stopped working i was like this is such a perfect addition to her christmas gift.

and so i go to ebay and first of all, i accidentally order one that says it’s not working in the description, which is totally my bad but still annoying bc by the time i realized it was too late to cancel. but it was super cheap so im like oh well, at least now she’ll have some extra accessories and i order a different one.

they both get delivered around the same time but no package arrives at my house and so i check and turns out i accidentally sent the packages to My Address Circle (Cir) instead of My Address Crescent (Cres). humiliating, i’ve never been this dumb before in my life i don’t know happened.

and so i’m telling my friend this and she’s like well what if we just go ask if they have it because the other street is really close and what’s the worst that could happen.

so we go, knock on the door and then quickly realize there’s people yelling inside so we’re like yikes should we just go actually but right as we’re about to turn around someone opens the door and is very aggressively is like who are you what do you want, while there’s still lowkey an argument happening in the background and so i’m like hi i’m so sorry i accidentally sent my package to your house instead of mine so i just figured i’d ask and see if it was here.

she asks my name and then interrupts the people arguing to say hey did we get a package for wynn and the guy is like no who tf is that and she points at me and the guy comes up to the door and says you think we stole your package? 🤨🤨 and i’m like omg no and start to explain again and then he cuts me off and is like well we don’t have your fucking package and slams the door.

anyways i ordered a third one after very thoroughly checking all the information. here’s to hoping it arrives working and to my house 🙂‍↕️

tl;dr - something about ebay makes me unable to read and while trying to right my wrong i interrupted a family fight and got yelled at.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/messedupemt on 2025-12-24 08:26:20+00:00.

I (F26) fucked up and asked a coworker (M54) to hook up with me a few days ago. I’ll call him Dave.

First, some things about me. I have had more trauma in my life than anyone should ever have to deal with. I grew up in a fundamentalist home with lots of emotional, physical and sexual abuse from my mother, my stepfather and the church. I won’t get into the details but it left me with a horrible fear of any males and zero self-esteem. I have only been on one real date in my life. I was a freshman in college and he tried to force himself on me and then he called me all kinds of horrible things when I said no.  I have been in therapy off and on since I was 17 but I know I still have a long way to go. I never finished college because of my PTSD, anxiety and OCD. I also think I am probably on the spectrum but it’s never been officially diagnosed.  For whatever reason I am very awkward in social situations and always manage to say the wrong things.

A few years ago I decided to become an EMT. I know maybe not the best choice for someone as fucked up as I am. About a year and a half ago I got a job with a private ambulance service.  I don’t do 911 calls. I just do ambulance transfers between hospitals for the most part. I am usually partnered with a paramedic so most of what I do is just drive the ambulance and do grunt work for the paramedic. None of the paramedics at the base I was in wanted to work with me. They gave me the choice of moving to a different base an hour from my apartment or being let go about a year ago. I took the transfer.

Dave is the paramedic at that base that they give the problem EMT’s to because he’s really good with people and a great trainer. It’s basically a last chance. If you can’t work with Dave and become a good EMT then you can’t work with anyone and need to find a different gig. Dave is a single dad with 3 kids, M28, M24, and F21. The boys are out of college and on their own. The girl is in college out of state.

I clicked with Dave from the start. He was very patient with me and he figured out my anxiety and OCD right off the bat but he never asked me to explain where they came from. He never criticized me even when I screwed up. He treated everything as a learning experience and he even came up with ways to make my OCD work with what I needed to be doing. We spend a lot of time together in the cab of the truck between calls either posted at a hospital waiting for calls or driving back from calls because most of our transports are to major hospitals over an hour away. I was very nervous about being with a man in that situation for a long time but I eventually started really trusting him. He is the first male I have trusted like that in my life.

A few months ago we had to transport a girl who had been very seriously sexually abused. The mother rode in the back of the ambulance with Dave and the patient. I was barely holding it together up front because it was bringing up all my old trauma.  Dave saw that I was really upset and he drove back. We talked along the way and I started revealing some of the things that happened to me. He was so supportive and kind that the dam just burst and I let it all out. I even told him things I have never even told any of my therapists. I was a basket case by the time we needed to stop for gas. He asked me if I wanted him to hug me and I said yes. He held me for probably 10 minutes while I sobbed uncontrollably.  I got myself together (sort of) and we finished our shift.  That was our last call of the shift. I found out later that while Dave was pumping gas he called dispatch and asked them not to give us another call unless it was unavoidable. He just told them that it was a really emotionally tough call for both of us and we’d appreciate a little time to process it. We kept talking. Dave told me he was really glad that I opened up and got all of that off my chest and that I could talk to him anytime I needed to and that I could even call him at home. I’m not in therapy right now, and he said he would help me find a therapist if I wanted. Yeah I know I need to.

It was like a switch flipped in me. The biggest thing to me was when he asked me if I wanted him to hug me. That was the first time in my life that a male asked me if I want to be touched instead of just touching me however they wanted to. I know it’s a small thing but I can’t describe how huge it was for me. Up to that point I couldn’t even fantasize about anything sexual with a man because it would trigger my anxiety and I would have a panic attack. I went through his FB page. There were pictures of him when he was my age and I started fantasizing about being with him at that age. He’s still a very good looking man so before long I started fantasizing about what sex with him would be like now because he is the one man I know would be gentle and kind. He’s the only man I would trust to be that vulnerable with. I am 26 years old, and I want to experience that even if it’s just one night.

We had our company Christmas party a few nights ago. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was the first time I saw him outside of work. I had a few drinks which is very unusual for me. I wasn’t drunk but definitely tipsy. I finally got a little time alone with him and I told him how much that hug meant to me and why. But stupid me didn’t stop there. I asked him if he would hook up with me to show me what it should be like instead like the nightmares I have endured.

His reaction was classic Dave. He smiled at me and told me he was very flattered but he didn’t think that would be a good idea. He said he would feel like he was taking advantage of me and my issues. He also said that he can’t imagine being with anyone his kids age and that he doesn't want to get physically involved with any coworker. His rejection hurt but honestly he was so kind and gentle about it that it made my feelings even stronger. But now I know I probably ruined the only really good relationship I've ever had with a male in my whole life.

He is on a 2 week vacation with his kids for Christmas so I haven’t had any contact with him since that night. I am probably just gonna ghost my job now so I won’t be there when he gets back. I know I am never going to have any kind of intimacy with him but I am going crazy trying to think of some way to fix my screwup. Until that night my mental health was the best it has ever been and that’s mainly due to having Dave as my partner for the last year.  He’s been better for me than any of the therapists I’ve seen.

Should I just quit my job or is there some way I can make him want to still be part of my life? I honestly don't know what to do other than run away. I don't have close friends and I've been NC with all my family for years.

TL;DR: I let my feelings for a an older coworker get out of hand and asked him to hook up with me. He turned me down and now I can't face him again.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Big_Historian_676 on 2025-12-24 20:40:06+00:00.

A year ago the WIFI went stopped working at my parents house during christmas, i simply just unplugged the router and plugged it back in. It worked.

My mom acted like i performed surgery. Told everyone at dinner i was "so good with computers"

I literally just unplugged it.

Now everytime i visit there is a list. Printer wont work. Phone is slow. The tv isnt connecting. My dads laptop is slow it has a virus ( It doesn't he just has 40 tabs open)

I dont know how to fix any of this. i just google and use chatgpt while im there and pretend i know what im doing. Most of the times i just unplug still or restart them and they think im a genius.

Got here today. There is already a list on the counter shes ben waiting for me to come a fix. 6 things one says "Computer is slow ( Very important)"

what have i gotten myself into lmao i guess its alright though

TL:DR unplugged a router 1 year ago. Now im the family IT support forever.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Weird_Ad6669 on 2025-12-24 13:31:04+00:00.

This didn’t happen today, but the consequences are still ongoing.

A few months ago at work, we were doing one of those awkward “get to know you” chats before a meeting. Someone asked what I like to do outside of work, and without thinking I said, “Oh, I travel a lot.”

What I meant was: I occasionally visit relatives in another city.

What everyone heard was: world traveler.

Someone asked where I’d been. I panicked and said the first place that came to mind. Then another person asked a follow-up question. Then another. Suddenly I had been to multiple countries and had opinions about airports I’ve never set foot in.

Now it’s months later and my coworkers constantly bring it up.

“You’d love this place, it reminds me of when you were abroad.”

“Didn’t you say the food there was amazing?”

“You should give us travel tips.”

I nod. I smile. I lie.

Yesterday someone asked if I had photos. I said I’m “not really a picture person.”

I don’t travel a lot. I barely leave my apartment.

At this point, I think my only options are to quit my job or actually book a flight.

TL;DR: Accidentally exaggerated my hobbies once, now my coworkers think I’m a seasoned traveler and I’m in too deep to correct it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/judashpeters on 2025-12-23 21:47:00+00:00.

This was today, a couple of hours ago, at a Target.

Walking in the aisles of Target, a woman was approaching from the other direction and I noticed she had a dog on her person, she was carrying a little bag on her chest and the dog was in it.

Except it wasn't a dog, or anything other than a bag, and so I'm staring and then realizing I'm just looking at this woman's chest area, so I turn my head forward quickly.

Then, my mind says, "hey why did I think it was a dog?" And so my inquizative brain makes my head turn to look again, but as I'm doing that I'm realizing the woman clearly sees my head turn back and look at her chest area.

(At this point though, I was able to realize she's wearing a bag on her front, in the center, it's how I've always seen people carry their little dogs, so now I realize why my brain thought it was a dog at first.)

I think I noticed the woman even give me a look, I can't be sure. But anyway, I now am in full control and move my head forward but when I realize I've done something stupid I audibly say "Oh no!"

I then stopped, because I thought it would be a great idea to turn around and say "I was looking at your chest because I thought it was a dog!" But, I'm with my 15 yr old daughter and realized that this would embarrass her. But now I'm stopped and slightly turned, and I think I see the woman looking at me wondering what's up, but... Because I don't want to embarrass my kid, I just continue walking.

I still think I should have explained myself, and hope I didn't creep that woman out.

TL;DR: I thought I looked at a woman's dog but there wasn't a dog so I was just staring at her chest for a while.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/BCTreefrog19 on 2025-12-24 00:49:02+00:00.

TIFU by throwing away a shoe. I work security for a mid sized hospital in Canada. A shoe (just one!) was handed in with a water bottle, from emergency zone 3. It’s a high traffic area, with quick turnover as it’s the simple injuries ward. I was told it and the water bottle had been sitting there for 2 hours. I went to log the bottle in our lost and found, and told the volunteer(let’s call him Sam) to throw the shoe away. It was a nice shoe, barely used, but since it was only one, (we get lots of homeless, so a single shoe isn’t uncommon) I saw no reason to keep it or log it.

Smash cut to half an hour later, a different volunteer (Jessica) comes up to the desk saying that the patient in the wheelchair from zone 3 is missing his water bottle and shoe. I look; he only has one leg, and the other is a prosthetic. He has the shoe for his real leg, but the one for the prosthetic isn’t on his foot. I hand him the water bottle, and tell him I’ll be right back.

I ran to where Sam was stationed, and he wasn’t there. The guy at his station said he was off work 10 minutes ago. I asked him if he had seen Sam with a single shoe. This volunteer said yeah, he threw it in the garbage, and points to the one beside his desk.

I relax, and look in the bin. No shoe. No nothing. I looked at the volunteer with a WTF look on my face. He said housekeeping just changed all the garbages in the unit. I ran to where they pile up the garbage, and start feeling around in bags from the outside, and finally find a shoe. It was the wrong one. (Of course!) 7 bags later, I found the shoe, and ran back to the emergency department entrance, and there’s the guy, waiting for his shoe. He looks at me a little strange as he leaves, as I’m covered in sweat after running around looking for a shoe.

TLDR TIFU by throwing away a shoe.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Salted_Monk on 2025-12-24 00:20:28+00:00.

I have a new 4 week old baby that was having some difficulty breathing last night from congestion (they are fine). I left for the hospital, an hour drive away, at 1am and finally arrived back home at 7am. This was following a week of contractors at the house and normal newborn sleepless nights. >I was so tired today and had to drive another hour to go to my own doctors appointment. I got back home around 5pm and began wrapping Christmas gifts. My older child has been home all day with a fever and the upstairs bathroom plumbing is still under construction. My oldest called down to see if they could use the bathroom (they were confined to their room so as not to get everyone else sick). I called up sure exhausted and busy focusing on my task of wrapping. >My child finishes in the bathroom and I say goodnight and send them off to bed. Then the realization sunk in and I called up in a panic "Did you uh...did you see anything I was working on? On the table..?!" Yeah. They saw everything. All of it. Every last toy from Santa. I am so tired and so fucked.

TL;DR: I left all the gifts from Santa on the kitchen table and my kid saw every last one.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Oldladyhater1268 on 2025-12-23 12:55:34+00:00.

I'm widowed, but its been long enough that I've started dating again in the last year. However, I'm not someone who really deletes or updates my contacts often. This is important for later.

My boyfriend and I dont talk on the phone often, we just text and see each other in person. However I had to call him about something recently and realized it went straight to voicemail every time. It also said there wasnt a voicemail set up. Which I know isnt true. I’ve also seen other people call him just fine.

So I started wondering if he had maybe blocked me at some point recently and forgot to unblock me. Which made me a little bit suspicious to be honest. What good reason is there to block your girlfriend? I asked him about it and he seemed puzzled. I asked him multiple times if he had ever blocked my number and he kept saying no, but to be honest it felt a little fishy to me.

We ended up troubleshooting our phones on and off most of the afternoon. Turning both our phones on and off again. Resetting them. Fiddling with contact settings. The whole nine yards.

Finally, I got a little frustrated and was like "okay just to be safe, this is your number right?" I pulled up the favorited contact with "baby" as the name, and read out the number.

This poor man. He said, "no baby, thats not my number. Whose number is that?" I realized too late it was my late husband's number.

What made it even worse is I was so apologetic and kept trying to explain myself, which only made me look suspicious. I'm over here sweating, trying to be like I swear I'm not cheating on you! I just have a man that died multiple years ago also listed as baby in my contacts. Who doesnt, you know?!?

Im still worried he secretly thinks I'm cheating on him. Take this as a reminder to go through and update your contacts if you havent recently.

TL;DR I never changed my late husband's contact name from baby, thought I was calling my boyfriend, and also thought he blocked me at some point because it kept going to voicemail. Wondered if he was cheating on me, then ended up looking like I was cheating on him.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/RemarkableSolution88 on 2025-12-23 09:44:17+00:00.

Last year my boss asked what I did over the weekend and I said "took my little guy to the park" I was talking about my dog. Small dog. Little guy

She said "asw how old is he" I said he's 4, because he is. She said "that's such a fun age" and I go "yeah he's got a lot of energy"

Realizing like 2 week later she thought I had a son Because she mentioned something like "must be hard balancing work with a 4 year old" and I just said " yeah" because how do you even correct that!!

It's been like almost a year now, my son is 5 according to the timeline. She asks about him sometimes and I just go " he's good" and try to change the subject. I've never said a name so at least there is that....

Performance review last month she said i " handled the workload well considering my responsibilites at home" and I just said thank you

I don't know what happens when she eventually wants to see a picture or asks his name. I'm in too deep. I've considered just getting a real kid at this point

TL;DR said "little guy" meaning my dog. Boss thinks I have a son.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Ok_Sympathy_6713 on 2025-12-23 07:13:31+00:00.

My mom cheated on my dad when I was 14, I kind of knew about it when I saw my father breaking down but didnt know what to say or ask.I kind of buried it in the back of my head and didn’t ever thought about it until yesterday.

Yesterday had a long talk with my dad and he said how he felt and confirmed that my mom actually cheated but he couldn’t just leave us (me and my sibling) and my mom. And it seemed to him that no matter how much he it hurts him hurting my mom is worse.

I love my parents but I cannot look at my mom the same way, I kind of made myself believe that whatever I knew or assumed was wrong but now that I know for sure it feels like my whole world is crashing down. My father said he never really could move on but stayed just for the sake of it and now he cannot leave because my mom is sick and she has no one to take care of her.

I cannot talk to my mom about it I dont want to make her more sick or upset.And I also cannot talk to my friends about it. I dont know what to do , how to live with the fact that my mom hurt my dad like this. And how my dad changed and became the shell of a man he was.

Any advice is appreciated.

TL;DR:

I recently found out my mom did cheat on my dad years ago. He stayed for me and my sibling and is still stuck because my mom is now sick. I’m heartbroken for my dad, can’t see my mom the same way anymore, and don’t know how to process or talk about it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DifferenceNice3636 on 2025-12-23 05:36:18+00:00.

First, for anyone concerned about my daughter's well-being, there was no accident or near-accident, no injuries - She is fine, and the car ride was uneventful.

It was a rainy day and my wife had dropped my 3-year-old daughter and I off at the park before taking our other daughter to a doctor's appointment. We were supposed to meet with some friends who ended up cancelling before we left the house, but my family was going to be in that part of town anyways, so we decided it would be good to get my daughter some fun outdoors time. She's no stranger to playing in the rain, and she has good rain equipment, but I hadn't brought anything to keep her hands warm. Less than five minutes after my wife drove away, it started pouring.

We ended up meeting one of the mothers who we thought cancelled, and she had brought her 4-year-old son to play, too. We let the kids play, but my daughter was getting more and more miserable, and eventually complained about being cold. Her hands were freezing at this point. Sadly, this park had no shelter, and I hadn't heard from my wife yet about when she would be getting back. The mother of the other kid offered to give us a ride to the library, which was at least a 20-minute walk, but a 5-minute car ride. I said sure. As we walked to the car, she asked if I was OK with my daughter riding without a car seat.

I thought about it for a moment. I weighed staying in the rain for an indeterminate amount of time (Could have been 10 minutes, could have been 40) with my daughter crying about being cold, or taking a 5-minute car ride through a neighborhood to get out of the rain. I opted for the latter. I buckled my daughter into the back seat of the car and noticed that the car seat for the other kid was front-facing. I realize in hindsight that this should have been a sign that this mother doesn't necessarily offer safe advice or favors. I got in the front seat, and as I mentioned above, the ride was uneventful.

My wife called about 10 minutes later to ask where we were, and I said we had gotten a ride from the mother. She deduced that the mother only had one car seat, so I told her what we did. She was furious. She picked us up at the library, and later that day when the kids were asleep, she let me have it. I faced the ire of a terrified, exhausted, and furious mama bear. She has never been that mad at me or cursed me out like that before. I wanted to make the argument that it was a short drive in a neighborhood, but that fell flat fast. I had no other defense. I had not only put our daughter in an unsafe situation in the car, but I thought it was fine and tried to pass it off as no big deal for this one time. She said that this has hurt her trust in me more than anything else I've done in our relationship, and she doesn't know how she can forgive me. She's not going to leave me, but this is the first time she has told me she needs to sleep at a friend's house to let some steam off (In her defense, we've also been hustling to get ready for the holidays and deal with my elderly father who fell a few weeks ago and now needs a board & care home).

As a part of my penance, I've been watching videos on how car accidents can hurt children who aren't properly secured, and it's disturbing to imagine how that crash test dummy could have been my daughter. I've tried to figure out what my logic was and why I didn't call my wife first, or just deal with my daughter being a little bit cold. Something inside of me was just dead-set on getting my daughter out of the rain, and for some reason, I thought this mother knew what she was talking about when she offered the ride. However, I think I chose the greater of the two evils. I know that the odds of something happening on that one short car ride were very low, and I think that's what put my mind at ease when I decided to get in the car. But I need to remember, especially when it comes to the safety of my children, that it only takes that one time, and when it happens, there's no going back.

TL;DR - I put my young daughter in the back seat without a car seat and then confessed it to my wife, shattering her trust in me with our children.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/poopless_in_peeattle on 2025-12-22 04:55:20+00:00.

Throwaway because u g h, though I apologize for the information I'm about to share.

I (30) have been unable to poop in public restrooms for over 20 years. I can't say it's a "fear," because it's more like that feature was uninstalled from my body and I cannot get it back. I can trace this issue back to a specific point when I was a kid at after-school-care and another kid who was my friend at the time ended up in the stall next to me, standing on the toilet and looking over the side at me and shouting "Ew! OP, are you POOPING?! Hey, [other kid]! OP is POOPING." I realize that looking at other people while they're using the bathroom makes this other kid a way bigger creep than me, but even though we were kids, that moment has haunted me, adding to a laundry list of traumatic toilet-related moments in my life (the others aren't important at the moment but still.)

So even though I'm someone with IBS and who no longer has a galbladder, resulting in me having to rush to the bathroom from time to time, my body refuses to let me go unless I'm in a private restroom far enough away from other human beings. This has led to me running across parking lots with clenched cheeks just to prevent me from having to blow up a nice restaurant's toilet in favor of going in a single-stall restroom at a gas station or somewhere else. There are family members who have houses I can't even poop in because the restroom is just too close to the living area or the kitchen.

So here is where my Secret Bathroom comes in, and by extension my Fuck up. At my work, the building next to mine has a really nice, single stall bathroom in the very back of the building. It's a good bit of a walk, in a different department, and I have to pass 2 other restrooms to get to it, but it's worth it for me to be able to relieve myself in peace. My coworker, who I share an office with, was talking about how gross the restroom is in our building. This restroom is right across the hall from our office, maybe not even 10 feet away. Wanting to make casual conversation, I'm like "Yeah, it's gross, but the bathroom next door is nice." And I tell her about the Special Bathroom. It wasn't exactly a secret bathroom since anyone can use it.

But it wasn't until afterwards that I got to thinking that... I just totally gave away my tell. Now I'm afraid that in trying to be discreet about my pooping needs, I've now accidentally created a signal that lets my coworkers know that I need to poop. Because I have to leave the building and walk into the next. Now when they see me leave, are they going to know that it's because I'm hiding away to poop?

TL;DR: By sharing the location of my secret bathroom I've now let my coworker know whenever I have to poop. Does that make sense?