Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/alookitikki on 2025-12-04 14:45:47+00:00.

I work in a small office. Yesterday around 5:30 PM, my manager messaged me saying he needed an Arcade demo setup, some documentation, and a walkthrough ready by 11 AM the next morning for a client call.

This usually takes at least 2-3 days because Arcade embeds are heavy, you have to test them on different browsers, fix layout issues, and make sure nothing breaks when it’s shared externally. I told him that. He said to still send whatever I could.

So I worked late and finished the basic structure. I skipped testing, skipped performance checks, and didn’t refine anything. I left notes everywhere about what still needed work.

While sending the files, I accidentally sent the raw test version instead of the cleaner one I was still editing. Same folder name, different contents. I didn’t notice.

During the client call the next morning, things started lagging, a couple of features weren't working properly, and the client started asking questions that clearly assumed this was a finished build.

My manager messaged me asking why parts felt incomplete. I told him that this was the version I had made under the deadline.

After the call, they decided the entire thing needs to be rebuilt properly before the next review. With full testing. And with my help.

So the work that was supposed to be done overnight is now a multi-day project anyway.

I didn’t do anything on purpose. I just sent what I had at the time.

TL;DR: Manager rushed an overnight demo, I sent the untested version, it lagged in front of the client, and now we’re rebuilding it properly with proper time anyway.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/vintage_bagel on 2025-12-04 22:55:59+00:00.

This happened pretty recently and it’s still sore but I have to get this off my chest. A little bit of back story I met my ex-gf shortly after I got out of a mental hospital. Things were going great for a while then one day my depression came back. I pretty much just tried to ignore it and drown out the symptoms. I would blame myself for anything that went wrong and would get upset with my ex over the most stupid things. I would try to express to her that I’m depressed and couldn’t manage to set myself up a doctor’s appointment. I thought pills and therapy were stupid because the last time I tried them I was in a bad setting where they wouldn’t work. I ended up living a lot of my life in a clouded phase where I’d focus too much on what’s wrong with everyone else and didn’t stop to think what’s wrong with me. We got along well for the most part but I wasn’t doing a very good job taking care of myself physically and mentally and she would try to help but I’m just dumb and wouldn’t put in the effort to setup a damn appointment for myself. We would argue often and in my head it was because we had different views of the world when in reality it was my vision that was clouded. After one argument I just snapped. I told her we need to break up. It was over a week and pretty mutual at first but two days after we made it official I ended up inviting a girl over to our house while my ex was at our friend’s thinking that would make things better for me. For a moment in my head it did but I just ruined everything else even more. I ruined any chance of getting of getting my ex back and hurt someone else in the process, all because I don’t know how to love myself. I’m finally taking the steps needed and seeing a doctor and therapist. It’s still so hard knowing that all of this could have been prevented had I just taken the step to seek help sooner. If you’re reading this and struggling I know it’s hard but please do the right thing and seek help so you don’t end up like me.

tldr; ignored my depression over a long term relationship, snapped and ruined it all

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/I_dont_know_ahhhhh on 2025-12-04 16:02:36+00:00.

So I am referring to this post right here. I hope I'm doing this correctly. I've never posted or had to do an update before.

https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/s/h5JeuNg04j

Anyway, along with the update, so my roommate got home he stepped into the apartment and first thing he said was " WOW this place looks amazing, you good hun?" This then lead into a conversation on how I went into a spiral and to get my mind kinda off everything I was cleaning. So he told me that he realized he was in love with me in the beginning of July when I got some really bad medical news and he said that " he needs me in his life no matter what that way it is and he can't lose me" I went speechless when he said this to be honest. We both took a deep breath and we could tell nerves were high. We talked about boundaries and everything like that, and we have agreed that we are going to try dating and we have agreed to take things slow due to past trauma on my part. Now him and I have to figure out how to tell our friend that tried setting us up 3 years ago that we are now together 🤣. Thank you for the advice and I swear my life is a movie sometimes.

TL;DR: we decide to become actually boyfriend and girlfriend lol

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/I_dont_know_ahhhhh on 2025-12-04 13:56:19+00:00.

Okay softly first thing is first we are both single, he is (M21) and I am (F23). So we were at Dungeon and Dragons and all of our friends flirt with each other, it's kinda how our friend group works. So much so my roommate calls me his "lesbian girlfriend" and I call him my " Gay boyfriend" ( we are both bisexual). I've known that I have been in love with my roommate since end of June, so we were all having some alcohol and I figured what's the harm in flirting with him, he doesn't like me back. So I "jokingly" started flirting with him, nothing to much no one got uncomfortable we were all just laughing, drinking playing Dungeons and Dragons and no one thought much of it. Later him and I went home after all the alcohol was out of our system and we didn't talk much on the car ride home. The next night I'm in my room reading my book and he is getting ready to leave for work, he knocks on my door and asks me " hey have you ever thought about me in a romantic since?" I immediately freaked out and responded with "no" and then said "well that's a lie, I have but I understand if you don't feel the same and I'll back off" then his alarm went off for him to leave for work before he could respond and I'm just sitting here spiralling. We have an apartment tour in the morning and I don't know how to bring up the conversation again. I don't know what to do, please help with advice if y'all have any on how I can make my TIFU better

TL:DR: if my roommate doesn't feel the same it'll make the next 6 months extremely awkward or if he does then I don't know the next steps

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/cocacolastic001 on 2025-12-04 00:32:21+00:00.

I thought it was a big cat, okay? i only saw the fluffy back half and i had two ciders in me, so naturally i called it Pookie and crouch-waddled over.

Then it hissed like a kettle and latchet onto my shoelaces like velcro on steroids and suddenly my jeans, which were always too big, just slumped down around my ankles because elastic waistband plus panic equals instant raccoon rodeo. My date screamed, i tried to pull up the pants, the raccoon tried to climb the pants, so i moon-jogged in circles while yelling "go away Pookie" like it understood English.

Cops rolled up mid-can-can, shone a light on my bright cheeks, and all i could say was "it attacked my shoe" while pointing at a trash panda calmly eating my laces like spaghetti.

tl;dr tried to pet what i thought was a stray kitty, got pantsed by a raccoon and arrest-level embarrassed. Anyone else ever lose to wildlife in straight sets or am i the only one on planet derp today?

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AmaraMehdi on 2025-12-03 23:10:27+00:00.

It has been 2 days since I taped a piece of cardboard over my mute button. I genuinely thought if I just kept my mouth shut, the "Truth Teller" jokes would die out by Friday and I could go back to being invisible.

I was wrong.

I just checked my calendar and saw an invite for a "Q4 Strategy Review" on Thursday.

Host: The Department Head (The big boss who heard me sigh). Attendees: The Senior Leads, the PM... and me. I immediately panic-messaged my PM (the one I told to "get to the point" yesterday) asking if this was a mistake.

He replied: "No mistake. [Big Boss] liked your honesty about the timeline delay yesterday. He thinks the rest of the team is too polite to give bad news. He wants you there to call out the BS." You guys don't understand. I am not a "Straight Shooter." I am just an anxious introvert who was hungry and wanted to eat his sandwich in peace. I don't know anything about Q4 Strategy. I just want to write code and hide.

Now I’ve been drafted as the corporate "Vibe Checker." If I stay silent, I fail the Big Boss. If I speak, I might actually get fired this time. Currently Googling "How to sound smart without being mean" and considering faking a microphone driver failure.

TL;DR: My accidental insult was interpreted as "Leadership Potential." Now the Big Boss wants me to sit in strategy meetings to roast people. I am unqualified for this.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/VaporMouth on 2025-12-03 11:14:26+00:00.

This happened a few years back but I still can’t think about it without laughing or cringing.

So for reference, I worked in a convenience store. I was the sole employee there working from 6AM until near midnight, 7 days a week. As you can imagine… I was pretty tired. I hope this small backstory helps you better understand the story that follows.

One day on the job I had been racing around as usual, and I was exhausted, honestly working so hard for so many hours it was hard not to feel unappreciated. Especially when many customers (understandably) just wanted to zip in and out, I often didn’t even get a response to a “How are you doing today?” or a “Have a nice day!”

So there I am, stocking the fridge up, when a customer calls me over to the till. I run over to check him out and, as always, try to be as pleasant as possible. He pays for his things and makes to leave for the door, but stops and turns around, one arm extended, hand open.

My poor sleep deprived brain goes “Oh my, he sees how hard I’m working. He wants to congratulate me on my efforts. What’s a lovely man!” As my brain slugs through this insane thought process I extend my open hand to meet his in a well-deserved, crisp high-five.

I swear to God it felt like one of those comedy shows where a record scratch happens and everyone freezes. His eyes go wide and he legit stops in confusion, open hand still extended, for a good second.

My brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out why he looks so shocked and confused… until I see him continue moving forward to… grab a straw for the drink he just bought.

I was mortified, mumbled my way through a second “Thank you, have a nice day” and then prayed a hole would open up and swallow me.

For the remaining time I worked there I made sure to never assume a customer was just randomly going for a high-five, especially since the straws were placed right on the counter next to me at high-five height.

TL;DR - I was super tired at work, when a customer reached to grab a straw I accidentally forced him to high-five me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Trick_Ad_6466 on 2025-12-02 22:43:27+00:00.

Today I discovered that when your guts are plotting mutiny, the universe sometimes decides to add bonus challenges.

I had to pick up my wife from work, and the whole drive out my stomach was making noises usually reserved for distant thunderstorms. We realise we have nothing for dinner, so we stop at the supermarket. By this point I am holding on with sheer willpower.

I grab what we need and sprint to the supermarket toilets. First cubicle? Absolutely destroyed. Last cubicle? Occupied. So I end up in the dreaded middle one, groceries in hand, judge me if you must, but I had no choice.

I sit down… and immediately spot something that makes my soul exit my body:

There is a glory hole in the wall. A padded one. And on the other side I can clearly see a man standing there, hairy legs visible through the hole. He coughs. Then coughs again.

Meanwhile my stomach is giving me seconds on the clock.

I panic, realise I have no escape plan, and decide there is only one option left:

detonate.

So I let nature take over with the force of a small natural disaster. Loud, chaotic, undeniably hostile.

Mid-eruption, I hear the man on the other side abruptly pull his pants up and leave. No flush. No hesitation. Just a man abandoning whatever plans he had for that hole.

I finish up, shaken, relieved, and pretty sure I prevented the world’s worst crossover event by weaponising my own digestive emergency.

TLDR: Today I F’d up by choosing the middle stall. Never again.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/RunOk9039 on 2025-12-02 10:10:19+00:00.

I was having a below average day from the get go. Ballsdeep in luteal phase, feeling like the Michelin man, coping with the anxiety of someone being hunted for sport—I figured I'd hit the gym to cope. Finished up my workout on the stairmaster, per usual. 15 minutes in, I'm feeling cocky and exceptionally gifted with my one hand on the rail, by comparison to the person leaning onto the handles for dear life beside me. I decide to stop scouring Google for validation that the KFC chicken bone my dog ate isn't going to kill him (vet said to feed him lots of bread and fiber, but that's another story.) To take my mind off things I rest my phone on the little lip below the screen. Suddenly, the pace switches to cocaine hummingbird. Now I'm fucking clinging to the handles for dear life, trying to turn the speed down and hit the killswitch. Our gym's Stairmasters are unreasonably laggy, and inevitably I eat shit and tumble down it like a brick down a staircase. Mortified, I stand up and try to explain myself to everyone in the room. After a couple futile attempts of trying to stutter out what happened while crying/laughing, I did the walk of shame to the locker room. Now I'm laying in bed awake, thinking about how they're gonna tell their friends about the girl who ate shit on the stairmaster at the gym today.

TL;DR: Stairmaster screen is selectively sensitive, responds better to almost anything but my own fingers. Ate shit and almost died at maximum speed. Killswitches are a scam. Fear of stairmaster has increased tenfold.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CooingBuzzard on 2025-12-03 01:06:23+00:00.

I was planning this nice dinner for my girlfriend's birthday coming up and I wanted to surprise her with this fancy lobster meal thing they had. I added a gift note that said "cant wait to taste you later tonight babe" because I thought I was being cute and flirty or whatever.

Here's where I fucked up. I didnt realize my old address was still the default shipping address in the app. The address where my ex girlfriend still lives. We broke up like 8 months ago but apparently I never changed it in this one app.

So my ex texts me completely confused asking why theres a box of expensive lobster and ingredients on her doorstep with a card that has my name and that message. She sent me a photo. I wanted to die right there.

Had to explain the whole thing to her and she thought it was hilarious but also kinda awkward. Then I had to explain to my CURRENT girlfriend why my ex was texting me and why she now knows about our dinner plans. She also thought it was funny but now the surprise is ruined and I had to reorder everything to the correct address.

The company wouldnt refund me either since it was my mistake. I dont really mind being out 80 bucks since I got some money set aside but I DO mind having the most embarrassing text exchange of my life now saved on my phone forever.

TLDR: Ordered romantic meal kit to wrong address, accidentally sent it to my ex with a very suggestive note meant for my current girlfriend

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AmaraMehdi on 2025-12-02 23:41:03+00:00.

First of all, thank you to everyone who suggested I fake my own death and move to a farm. I spent last night looking up potato farming tutorials on YouTube, but unfortunately, I have a mortgage, so I had to log in this morning. I promised an update, so here is the damage report.

I logged in at 8:59 AM. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. I hovered over the Slack icon for a solid minute before clicking it. 12 Unread Messages.

Most were from my "work friends" sending skull emojis (💀) and GIFs of people digging graves. But there it was. A direct message from the PM himself, sent at 4:30 PM yesterday. The Message: "Hey [My Name], do you have 5 minutes for a quick sync before stand-up?" I almost threw up. "Quick sync" is corporate speak for "execution."

I joined the call. No video. I wasn't ready for him to see the fear in my eyes. He joined. Silence for 3 seconds.

Then... he laughed. A dry, tired laugh. He said, "So... yesterday." I immediately started apologizing. I unleashed a word salad of "technical difficulties," "bad day," "audio glitch," and "I'm so sorry."

He cut me off. "Look, honestly? You weren't wrong. I realized after the meeting that I spent 20 minutes explaining a 2-minute delay. I tend to ramble when I'm stressed about deadlines." I stopped breathing. Was this a trap? He continued, "However... let's maybe keep the commentary to the internal monologue next time? My boss was on that call. He thinks it was 'unprofessional,' but I told him you were just frustrated with the audio issues. You owe me one."

The Result: I am not fired. I am, however, officially the "Mute Guy."

During the stand-up meeting today, when I joined, another coworker typed in the chat: "Careful everyone, the truth-teller is here."

I have taped a physical piece of cardboard over my mute button. I am never speaking again.

TL;DR: Finally opened Slack. The PM admitted he was rambling but saved my ass with his boss. I am now the office legend who said what everyone was thinking, but I will likely die of embarrassment before the project launches.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/vicarofvhs on 2025-12-02 17:01:16+00:00.

Recently I was making a dessert for family Thanksgiving, which required peeling several apples. I am left-handed, and so I always held the peeler in my left hand, since it felt more natural. It was always a struggle for me to get the veggies or fruits peeled. Well, this year I actually took the time to look at the peeler, and realized the cutting edge is on the other side--the RIGHT handed side. So I switched hands, and while awkward for me, it peeled the apples so much more efficiently it was amazing. So yeah, I felt kind of stupid, but you live and learn.

I guess there are probably left-handed peelers out there, just like there are left-handed scissors, but like so many things for lefties like me, it's easier just to grit your teeth and use the other side.

TL;DR: vegetable peelers are not designed for left-handed people.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Visible-Plane-1522 on 2025-12-02 16:15:17+00:00.

I was trying to be productive today and clean up my desktop because it looked like a digital landfill. I had like 40 screenshots, half finished PDFs, random folders called “new folder (27)” the usual disaster and I decided to drag everything into one big folder so I could sort it later. Cool, easy.

Except for the part where I accidentally included the folder that had all the work I did today, which I hadn’t backed up yet and instead of moving it, I somehow managed to delete it then emptied my recycle bin without thinking because I thought it was just screenshots and junk.

I didn’t realize what I did until I opened the program I’d been working in and saw a blank file staring at me like “hey man what were we doing again?”

I checked everything. I googled recovery methods. I tried the desperation restart but there was nothing. A whole day of progress gone because I wanted my desktop to “look cleaner” I genuinely just sat there in silence for like five minutes questioning my entire existence anyway shoutout to past me for being an idiot. I’ll be redoing everything tomorrow like I didn’t already live through it once.

TL;DR: tried to clean my messy desktop, accidentally deleted all my work for the day, emptied the recycle bin, and now I get to redo everything like it’s Groundhog Day.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Pitiful_Database6108 on 2025-12-02 03:05:23+00:00.

I honked way longer than I should have at a driver who was road-raging at someone else. His behavior was making the area unsafe, but it really had nothing to do with me. I held my horn down mostly to drown out whatever he was yelling. Since I was behind him, I figured things were done once the light turned green and he drove forward.

But when I pulled into the gas station, where I normally stop, he made this crazy right hand turn from the left lane he pulled us all crazy, completely unhinged. He grabbed a drink from his car and threw it at me. It hit me right as I was walking into the store. He kept saying I was impatient and disrespectful and a slut (didnt really make contextual sense..)

Not a single person asked if I was okay. I guess it doesn’t matter, because tifu by honking at the wrong person.

TLDR: I honked at the wrong person and ended up wearing a drink

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Toastwaver on 2025-12-02 03:47:28+00:00.

52 year-old professional Dad with a wife and two teen daughters. Every few weeks one of them shares a TikTok video with me and I have to remind them that I don't have TikTok so won't be able to see it.

As a result of this FOMO as well as some sales reps in my company using TikTok for business development purposes, I signed up for TikTok a couple months ago. I've been on it about five times.

Yesterday my wife said "Oh I've been meaning to tell you: a few years ago [Daughter] had her TikTok account banned and you must've give her your phone number so she could create another one (which I vaguely recall). So when you got on TikTok last month, it associated your account with your existing phone number and existing user name.

Existing user name?

She told me to look and there it was:

@bootyholelol

Now thankfully I don't have any "friends" on the app other than my family, but if I can get friend recommendations based on phone numbers, I'm sure that friends and coworkers are also getting suggestions to pal around with me: @bootyholelol

I've gone in and changed the name.

TL;DR: I thought I signed up for TikTok as a new user, only to later discover that years ago my daughter used my number to create an account called @bootyholelol, which became my handle, unbeknownst to me for two months.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AmaraMehdi on 2025-12-02 00:32:49+00:00.

This happened 2 hours ago and I am still hiding under my blanket.

I was in a massive all-hands meeting (about 40 people) for a project launch. Usually, I keep my mic hard-muted on my headset, but today I was eating lunch, so I was double-muted (software mute + headset mute). Or so I thought.

About 45 minutes in, the Project Manager was explaining a delay in the timeline. I, thinking I was safe in my cocoon of silence, let out a very loud, very deep sigh and muttered, "Oh my god, just get to the point, nobody cares."

The audio didn't just pick it up. Because of the way Teams/Zoom prioritizes active speakers, my face popped up on the main screen for a split second.

The silence was deafening. The PM paused for a solid 5 seconds. Nobody said anything. He just... continued.

I slowly reached up and tapped my headset. It beeped. "Mute On."

It had been off the whole time

I have not checked my Slack messages. I am considering faking my own death and moving to a farm.

TL;DR: Thought I was double-muted during a major stakeholder meeting, accidentally sighed and told the PM to "get to the point" in front of 40 people. Now I am afraid to open Slack.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Charming-Payment-395 on 2025-12-01 23:14:40+00:00.

Hi Reddit!

This is my first i guess pretty personal post and i was honestly ready to just bury this deep down inside but it’s been bothering me for days now and I really just need to let it out and who better to do that to than a platform full of strangers?

Anyways, there is going to be ALOT of missing context because if i added it all it would become a novel.

So the other day i (26f) had plans with my mom to come to my place and spend time with me and my kid. She was busy shopping and then at one point communication just dipped and i knew that sometimes she would go out with my father and get dinner or something else and wouldn’t tell me because of the relationship, or lack thereof, that i have with him. And sometimes on these little dates she’d post it on Facebook, but sometimes i wouldn’t be able to see it due to me having him blocked.

I’ve had my father blocked for about 4 years now because an extensive past of SA and just overall creepy things he’s done in the past. I just recently (4 years ago) told my mom about it all and it completely blew the family up, my brothers sided with my dad, my mom and i didn’t speak for about a month until i found out i was pregnant, and she’s still married to him just “out of convenience” as she says, because divorce is a lot and too much work having to split finances and yadda yadda yadda.

I’ve never fully forgave her but i love my mom and i can’t imagine my life without her or without her being my child’s grandmother so we’ve established a lot of boundaries in order for us to be okay.

Anyways, onto what actually happened. Since i was sure she was out with him (her location showed her at the movie theater) i checked her Facebook and didn’t see anything and out of morbid curiosity or me just being pouty because i felt stood up by my mom again, i unblocked him to see if maybe it was a post she had tagged him in.

And what i found honestly bothered me more than id care to admit. It was full of posts about him going out to eat with the whole family, my mom, my brothers, and even one of my brothers female friends that is no referred to as his new daughter. As well as pictures of him with my oldest brothers new daughter and how she’s his “one and only granddaughter” and things of the like.

I’m not sure why it bothered me so much, it really shouldn’t have but it did. And to make matters worse, in all of his cute little family photos, none of my other family members in the comments ever question where i am or my child. It’s not like they don’t know that i have a child or that i don’t exist.

Originally this was supposed to be vindicating to me to cut him from my life for good and to never have to speak to him again and have him know he’s missing out on all the great things I’ve accomplished and that he’s missing out on his grandchild’s life, but he seems to be doing just fine. Everyone does. I haven’t spoken to my brothers in months. I don’t think they even actually miss me. I’m pretty sure that if it weren’t for my child, my mom wouldn’t even bother with me. It was just a bit of a sucky feeling to encounter and I’m not sure what to do with it now.

Thanks for the rant Reddit, i feel a bit better getting this all out but it still stings for sure ❤️

TL;DR I unblocked my dad and saw that everyone is doing fine without me

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/buff_babe_02 on 2025-12-01 22:26:08+00:00.

So this didn’t actually happen today it was on thanksgiving. Me (21f) and my boyfriend (22m) were going to his grandparents for thanksgiving this year. We arrive about an hour early and there is only one other person there besides his grandparents. It’s my boyfriend’s 99 year old great great uncle(let’s call him terry). They didn’t know that he was showing up, which is 100% okay they didn’t mind at all.

But he drove himself in an older pretty dinged up Nissan Sentra. As we are waiting for people the arrive, my boyfriend remembers that he has one of his golf clubs and a golf ball in the trunk of his car. We go outside so that he can practice the not long range hits(idk honestly). I decided to try to see if I could actually hit the ball, I’ve never been good at golf so I didn’t expect much. I hit once towards the back of the yard and it only went a few feet, kinda sucked.

Then my boyfriend hits it to the back fence line (his grandparents have a large back yard btw). I run to where the ball is to hit it back up towards him thinking I’d hit it about the same as I did the first time. I swung and I could only watch in horror as it hits the driver side door Terry’s car. Girl… I fully did not expect to actually hit the ball let alone as hard as I did INTO A CAR. So I instantly start thinking “I’m going to my grave with this secret”. I know, not the most morally best thing to do but I literally JUST got to the point where I was being invited to more things with his family.

My boyfriend is in shock and goes to his grandma to figure out what to do. I didn’t think we should tell anyone, but he’s a better person than me. His grandma laughs and says that terry wont even notice and if he was told he wouldn’t care. We first try to pull out the ding with a hot glue stick and lighter, it unfortunately did not work.

At this point I’m so freaked out because nothing like this has ever happened to me, so my boyfriend says he will take the blame. He’s a saint for real. When terry goes to leave later in the evening, my boyfriend pulls him aside and tells him what happened and takes the blame. Terry just smiles and my boyfriend quickly changes the subject. Everyone said that he won’t really remember anyways, but I was absolutely horrified.

TL; DR I hit my boyfriend’s 99 year old great uncle’s car with a golf ball at thanksgiving and my boyfriend took the blame for me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/itizturnip on 2025-12-02 00:14:16+00:00.

Here’s my obligatory “this wasn’t today.” But I may have the dumbest story that I’ve been told countlessly needs to make its way to Reddit. So here goes:

In December 2024, I began dating a girl that I’ll call Lauren, we had previously been friends-ish and got serious pretty quickly. We began talking marriage VERY fast, and she quickly put me in a difficult position where it was getting married to her by April (4-5 months after we started dating) or we were done. However, it’s quite clear she thought I would choose the first option, or else the story that follows makes no sense. Before getting into it, I should add that this marriage thing wasn’t necessarily the dealbreaker. (In short, it was a combination of factors such as distance, expenses were not shared and most of anything paid for was by me, she wanted a grander lifestyle than my dream career could afford, would have to pry things that bothered her or she would hold it over my head, etc etc etc)

Fast forward, it’s April. I’ve had enough. She’s been pressing me for the ring as we’re already behind schedule. My birthday is coming up and I don’t want to be given a gift before then or else I’ll feel guilty so I decide the time is NOW. I text her and the conversation goes as follows:

Me: I need to talk to you later, it’s important. L: Oh? Is it bad? Should I be worried? Me: internal panic No, just need to talk.

Which not only was a dumb answer, and not true, but led to her replying:

L: Oh okay, sounds good! I’ve got to pick some things up from my apartment later, you can come with me and we can chat. If you’re coming down, come to my parents, they’ll want to have dinner with the two of us if we’re around.

Any person in their right mind would decline, however I must not have been in the right mind because I agree to dinner. And drive an hour and a half down to her parents where we find out that her and I will be making dinner together. (Not uncommon as she had crazy food allergies and it was safer this way) We make dinner together, she’s being all cutesy and I am SHOOK. We then have an entire dinner, where everyone is normal but me before Lauren turns to me and says “Let’s go grab some stuff from my apartment, I’m spending the night here.” And I, AGAIN LIKE AN IDIOT, agree.

We drive another hour and a half down to the next town where her apartment is, myself in the passenger seat, and she’s like “So, what were you wanting to talk about?” And I’m like, “I don’t know if now’s the best moment.” And she’s probably thinking I’m about to propose. Cut to us at her apartment later she says, “It’s eating me up, what’s on your mind.” And my brain says: it’s now or never, Captain. And I pathetically blurt out:

“I think we’re done. Like should break up, it’s not working.”

My brothers and sisters in Christ, we sat in silence for AN HOUR before she asks me to explain myself, to which I oblige equally as pathetically as my admission and we sit for ANOTHER HOUR of silence. Before she says, “Okay, let’s go.”

We then take another hour and a half of silence, while I’m thinking of a million ways that could have gone better while she drives us both back to her parent’s place.

BUT WAIT, there’s MORE. My mom calls me to ask how it went, all while not getting the hint that I am currently in the passenger seat and potentially in a life or death situation depending on how quirky Lauren’s feeling at the moment. My mom gets the hint after numerous times of me saying I’d talk about it later and it’s back to silence.

She drops me off in front of her house and then zooms off, never to be seen or heard from again.

And that’s how I learned I might be missing some brain cells.

TL;DR: I broke up with my ex-girlfriend but only after cooking and eating dinner with her family, driving an hour and a half to her apartment with her, breaking up with her there, and then enjoying another few hours of Hell’s finest torment before getting dropped off on the curb!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/nokomitsu on 2025-12-01 20:49:45+00:00.

TIFU by accidentally parking in the loading dock at my job. i’m new to the job and to driving and was told yesterday by a supervisor who parks in the same spot that it’d be fine to park there. yeah turns out it wasn’t, i really should’ve known better but i didn’t recognize the area as a loading dock and took her word for it that it’d be fine. 

anyway, i’m in the middle of working when a different supervisor tracks me down and asks me if the car down there is mine then tells me i need to move it. 

sure, no biggie.

i’m heading to the back exit where I parked and there’s a group of delivery men, all angry and talking about the idiot who parked in the loading dock. they see me and immediately give me the third degree, confirming my name, informing me that i’ll be issued a ticket and asking why i seem to think i’m special and get to park wherever i want.

i don’t get angry or snap back at any of them, but they can tell i’m a bit upset with myself and the main man calms down a bit after i explain to him why i thought it was okay and he apologizes for being so cross, i tell him i understand, he says he’ll call the station (not sure why) and i just nod, say sorry for the billionth time and go to move my car.

thought i’d be okay, but as soon as my car door is shut i burst into tears and circle the parking lot twice to waste time and get the tears out before i have to return to work. i park, go back inside, trying my hardest to avoid them and am once again hit with the sudden urge to start sobbing so i duck into a bathroom for round two. i’m not a loud crier, but i hiccup really bad when i do cry which amplifies the noise for a moment, which i’m sure they all heard considering the placement of the bathroom.

to make matters worse, i still had to finish my shift and it felt like everyone knew about my monumental fuck up. supervisors were repeatedly asking me if i was okay, including the one who advised me to move my car, and he's such a stoic man that i could tell right away he was a bit uncomfortable trying to acknowledge my feelings, which was very kind of everyone, but also very embarrassing for me.

i’m devastated, i haven’t even had my license for a year yet and i’m already messing up this bad. i have no idea how to tell my sister about the ticket (i share the car with her) and i guess i just hope she doesn’t find out before i work up the balls to tell her.

TL;DR: I accidentally parked in the loading dock at my job, was issued a ticket and cried over it at work.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MuffinAdmirable7104 on 2025-12-01 17:06:09+00:00.

Occasionally I do an online pickup order at our local grocery store when I'm having a busy week. Based on the price breakdown in the app, the price for bananas seems to be per banana. With this one mind I usually order 5 bananas (one reasonably sized bunch). I have had no issue receiving one bunch of about 5 bananas in the past 4 years I've been doing my order this way....until today. Imagine my surprise at opening my car trunk to a bag full of 5 bunches of bananas. This is simply too many bananas. I have become the living embodiment of a ridiculous math problem from elementary school.

TL;DR I thought I was ordering 5 individual bananas and got 5 whole bunches

If you feel so inclined to drop your favorite banana recipe below, I would appreciate it. Help a girl out.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Ok_Arm923 on 2025-12-01 13:38:44+00:00.

This happened yesterday at Thanksgiving, and I’m still replaying it in my head like an idiot.

Everything was normal food, random cousins, the annual argument about who ruined the mashed potatoes and at some point I was stuck in the kitchen trying to make small talk with one of my uncles. He asked how things were going with my partner, and I said something harmless like, Yeah, we’re good, just figuring out adult stuff.

Apparently that was the trigger.

He immediately launches into this 10minute story about his divorce from years ago, how messy splitting assets was, and how kids these days don’t think ahead. Everyone within earshot started chiming in boomers, millennials, Gen Z cousins and suddenly the entire living room was debating marriage timelines, finances, and why no one gets married at 22 anymore.

Meanwhile I’m sitting there like:

I JUST WANTED TO TALK ABOUT PIE.

Then someone goes, Well if these two ever get married, they better plan better than we did, and the whole room looked at us like we were giving a presentation. My partner kicked me under the table so hard I almost dropped my plate.

Anyway, TIFU by trying to make casual Thanksgiving conversation and accidentally turning it into a multigenerational TED Talk about marriage prep

TL;DR: I said one sentence about my relationship at Thanksgiving and accidentally triggered a full family debate about marriage, money, and prenups.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Certain_Rate9536 on 2025-12-01 12:27:17+00:00.

This happened yesterday and I’m still mortified.

My neighbor, “Dan,” is this older guy who lives alone and is usually outside by 7AM watering his garden, smoking, or yelling at birds. Every morning. Without fail. I wake up, hear his gravelly voice complaining about “those damn finches,” and it’s honestly comforting at this point.

So yesterday I wake up and… silence. No hose running. No yelling. No bird insults. His blinds were still closed at 11AM. His car hadn’t moved. And the guy is almost 70. I got this horrible sinking feeling that he had fallen or worse.

I texted him. No response. Knocked on his door. Nothing.

My anxiety went DEFCON 1. So I called for a welfare check.

The cops show up, knock, then eventually open his unlocked door and walk in. I’m pacing outside imagining the worst. After like five minutes they come out looking annoyed and one of them just goes:

“He’s fine.”

Turns out Dan had bought noise-canceling headphones because his granddaughter recommended them, put them on, fell asleep in his recliner, and didn’t hear anything. The officers woke him up and apparently he was so startled he threw the headphones across the room and started yelling at THEM like they were the birds.

He then came outside later and thanked me for caring but also said, “Next time check the window first, if I’m snoring, I’m alive.”

I wanted to disappear into the ground.

TL;DR: Thought my elderly neighbor died and called a welfare check. He was alive, snoring loudly, wearing new noise-canceling headphones.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Odd_Concept_7286 on 2025-12-01 06:11:40+00:00.

So my job (I'm a Teachers aid.) did a school job fare where booths were set up, many different professions were there to talk about different jobs. There was a vet one, police one, ambulance driver/med, wawa caterer, and YMCA. And at each one of these booths had little toys, snacks, trinkets. The YMCA had these sugar free mints, in this cool FlipFlop container.

Skip to a week later, I completely forgot I had these mints. As I'm cleaning my room I found the cool little FlipFlop container full of mints. Naturally, I pop a few and continues. And then after im done I'm sitting on my bed and I started eating these mints while watching some crime documentaries. As I watched and watched I'm eating almost THE ENTIRE CONTAINER. and I'm getting stomach aches. And now I'm sitting on the toilet because I ate sugar free mints from YMCA and I'm hating my life 😭

TL;DR: today I fucked up by eating almost a whole container of YMCA mints.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/caitlynl0424 on 2025-12-01 04:17:00+00:00.

I’m sure I know what you’re thinking. What dumbass would not wash their hands before touching that region after handling hot peppers. I assure you, I am not a dumbass that wouldn’t wash their hands after handling peppers. HOWEVER, I am the dumbass that thought after washing my hands multiple times, hours after the burning stopped that I would be in the clear. I was not. I am currently sitting on the toilet trying to not scream from the intense burning. The only thing I want to do right now is drag my hooha across an ice skating rink. Unfortunately, all I can do is defile my frozen peas and pray that this is temporary.

Tl;dr a few hours ago I worked with Jalapeños and I have since touched my vagina. I intensely regret all of the decisions made.