Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/pinecone_hurricane on 2026-01-03 08:15:39+00:00.

I have wondered for over three years why some knitting projects turn out wonky. It happened infrequently enough that I thought I was just knitting real shitty. I would end up knitting the project with different needles and it would be fine. I started noticing the wonky projects happen way more often when I use my boye knitting gauge to find out the size of double pointed needles. The projects had way less errors when I used my susan bates knitting gauge to find the size of needles. I finally figured out that my boye knitting gauges were made before there was a standard sizing across the world for knitting needles. Each brand had their own sizing and the numbering system could be inverted in parts of the world. A size 15 needle could mean a bigger needle in some countries but smaller needle in other places.

TL:DR: vintage knitting gauges use different sizing than modern gauges and made me use the wrong size knitting needles

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Fresh_Rush_6332 on 2026-01-03 08:53:11+00:00.

I was walking into my building when I saw someone struggling with a large box near the entrance. Wanting to be a decent human, I said, “Need a hand?”

They looked at me and said, “No, I’ve got it.”

Cool. Respect boundaries. I started walking away.

That’s when the box slipped out of their hands, burst open, and sent its contents everywhere. Papers, folders, loose items all over the floor.

Without thinking, I said, “Oh wow.”

That was it. That was my contribution.

I stood there frozen, unsure whether to help now or pretend I hadn’t seen it. The person looked at me, clearly annoyed, and said, “You can help now.”

I scrambled to assist, apologizing profusely while picking things up. The entire time I felt like I had failed some basic human interaction tutorial.

As we finished, they said, “Next time just help.”

Which is fair.

TL;DR: Offered help, respected a no, then stood uselessly while things went wrong anyway.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/GentleMindWaves on 2026-01-03 05:45:23+00:00.

Today I messed up and it is one of those mistakes that just gets worse very time think about it

I had virtual work meeting this morning with my ta and some higher ups. It was important enough to be professional. I was already stressed tired and running n coffee

People were doing that awkward small talk before the real meeting tarted. Someone asked how is everyone doing today

I answered honestly. Not the polite good thanks kind but way too honest. I started talking about how overwhelm have been how little I slept how burned out I feel and ho the job has been draining me. I even joked about questioning my life choices.

The room went completely quiet. I thought my mic ct out. It had not. They were just silent while I ranted

My manage cleared their throat and moved straight to the agenda. No n acknowledge what I said. Some coworkers avoided eye contact. One person ave an awkward smile. I wanted to disappear/

Now I cannot focus on anything. I keep thinking I sounded completely unprofessional and that everyone now sees me as unstable or unable t handle pressure

Nothing bad has happened but yet the embarrassment will not stop. Lesson learned work meetings are not therapy and how are you is a trap

TLDR TIFU by being to hones about burnout when asked how are you in a work meeting an now cringe at my ruined professional image

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/GodMonster on 2026-01-03 05:07:03+00:00.

I was visiting family at home over the new year and was staying at my Mom's place. She got me slippers for Christmas and also got everyone an emergency roadside preparedness kit. When I opened it I told her that she might have to mail it back to me and she said she made sure not to get the one with flares, so I didn't dig too deep into what was in it, but I still suggested that I could Venmo her the money to ship it.

As I was getting ready to leave, she packed it in my carry-on suitcase after I was already packed up and I went off on my way. As I was going through security, the TSA agent flagged the bag for inspection and I said "Shit, I know what this is about. A roadside emergency kit mistakenly got packed in there." And he responded "Are there flares in this bag!?" To which I reassured him that, while overzealous, my mother had the common sense to not buy the deluxe kit and send me on an airplane ride with road flares. I told him he could just toss the kit and I'd tell my Mom that it was the thought that counted, and buy myself a replacement when I got home. He insisted that we go through it and see what we could salvage, though, and we did so, throwing out a pocket knife, a bush knife, a serrated multi-tool, several meters of rope, a glass-breaker/hammer and a full combat shovel with rake and trowel attachments. The TSA agent commiserate that he had an overzealous mother too, and was understanding, and ir still only took me 12 minutes to get through security because most cities aren't as stupid as Seattle.

TL;DR: I have an overzealous mother who gives thoughtful but misguided Christmas presents, and the TSA agent I met tonight can empathize with me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Select-Neato102 on 2026-01-03 01:08:27+00:00.

A few months ago, I went to my corner bar which is an old hipster dive. It's got a great jukebox and one weekday afternoon I had a break and hung out by myself and felt like listening to a whole CD. Deelite. I have (or had) fond memories around this music. Some of the cuts weren't my faves but they pass. It seems doing this was extremely offensive or the bartender hated the music. I overheard her complain to the other bartender about it and she seemed so angry.I don't know if I violated a rule I never knew of against playing an entire album, but she's been rude ever since. The other bartender too. Now it's slow service, bad cocktails, sullen faces. The owner is rude. I've spent a lot of money and time there. I'm was a regular, I tipped good, I didn't make a mess or drink too much, I put money in the jukebox too. But I don't want to go where I'm not wanted! I decided I'm going to try again and play lots of different tunes. Maybe the bad juju will break TLDR: I played an entire CD of DeeLite at a bar and accidentally made every bar employee hate me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/tar27 on 2026-01-03 00:03:45+00:00.

Let me preface that I don’t go into…Shmath & Shmody Shmorks…anymore.

BUT…

I had a $50 gift card from like, 3 years ago that I decided I would finally use on Black Friday to get my monies worth. When I did use to shop there, I would only get their essential oil body oils and lotions, that’s pretty much all they had back then. I didn’t know they created more than just body lotions now, which is neat, and there were SO many fragrances, but I only wanted lotion anyway, so I focused on smelling them all to see what I wanted to get.

It was buy 3 get 4 FREE deal that day, so I bought 3 lotions and picked out 4 more. All to give as gifts - minus ONE that I kept for myself.

The scent was so nice and subtle, it’s called Water. I’ve been using that lotion for a couple of weeks now after every shower - the front says “ultra hydration” and “hyaluronic acid,” and I’m thinking wow I’m so good at self-care.

Well, this past week, I’ve been itchy. Like ungodly, unbearably itchy. I thought I had a sunburn or hell’s itch because it has been that bad (I DO use a stand up tanning bed once a week for 5 minutes for seasonal depression) so I thought wow okay maybe I actually did burn myself somehow even though I’m pasty as hell. I’ll just stop using the tanning bed for a minute.

Tell me why I just got out of the shower to lather up on this delicious, self-care lotion when I finally read the rest of the front.

Moisturizing. Body. Wash.

No fucking way. So I quickly turn the back over and it says in bold letters:

apply, leather, rinse, feel hydrated.

Ohhhhhh… I was speechless. Needless to say, I’ll be way more mindful about reading new products.

To be fair to myself… the fucking bottle looks like lotion. Whatever.

TLDR: After feeling extremely itchy this past week, I just realized I have been slathering myself in body wash thinking it was lotion.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Far-Geologist6516 on 2026-01-02 06:50:56+00:00.

Hi. My fuck up is very short. It happened not today but few days ago. It was a very loong and busy day outside due to new year errands etc. Got out of the office, weather is super cold, waitng the bus, bus is crowded, traffic jammed... I had too hold number 1 for almost 2 hours and finally relief while I am literally feeling like my kindeys are melted and I am peeing them.

30 seconds later... I grabbed the pack of "clean and throw away" hygenic cloth. Didn't look at the color. 1 minute later... Pussy burning like somebody placed large grit sandpaper in my underwear! I didn't understand it first but then I realized the fck I just did... I used the bleached cleaning cloth instead of regular body cleaning cloth. Washed it away for like 5 mins and the pain is started to fade away.

TL;DR: I wiped my pussy with "bleached cleaning cloth" instead of "body cleaning cloth."

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Over-Animator-329 on 2026-01-02 09:54:47+00:00.

Today i was arriving at work at 6:30 am. My coworkers where waiting in the cold and weren't able to get inside the laboratory, the chipcards to open the lab somehow didnt work. I tried it and it didnt work aswell. I was the "highest position" person in the place at the time so i decided to risk trying to open the door with the real key aka forcing my way into the building, even though i knew the alarm was still on. The. Door opened and the alarm was set off. I panicked and tried to turn off the alarm but just as much as it couldnt be turned off before, it couldnt be turned off when it was ringing. I tried to call my boss but he was not in the country so i couldnt reach him. 8 minutes later police arrived. I am now responsible for everything that happened and i am supposed to pay 900 Euros for setting off the alarm. Nice way to start the year.

TL;DR: i accidentally set the alarm off at work and now have to pay for the police operation

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Libraryratsince1984 on 2026-01-02 07:55:19+00:00.

This happened yesterday, and my family is still trying to process it.

Every New Year’s Eve, we have the same tradition: we go to my great-grandmother’s house, she makes lasagna, and we all watch the New Year’s Eve special from New York together. She’s 87, but very active and healthy, and this has been our thing for years.

This year, she told us she didn’t want to do it.

She said she was tired, wanted dinner earlier, and planned to be in bed by 10 PM. It was out of character and worried my grandma a bit, but we didn’t question it. We went over earlier than usual, ate lasagna around 5:30 PM, said our goodbyes, and left her to get some rest.

Fast forward to this morning.

We get a call from the police.

Naturally, we think something terrible has happened.

Turns out… she’s fine.

She was arrested for driving while intoxicated at high speeds, ran through a neighbor’s yard, and knocked over one of those giant light-up snowmen people put out for Christmas.

And apparently the night still wasn’t over, because she then met a man and had sex with him in front of another neighbor’s yard.

So yeah. That’s how we found out my great-grandmother didn’t cancel New Year’s Eve because she was tired. She just had other plans.

Lasagna was still excellent.

TL;DR: My 87-year-old great-grandma canceled our New Year’s Eve tradition because she said she was tired. The next morning we got a call from the police, she was arrested for drunk driving, destroying a neighbor’s snowman, and having sex in another neighbor’s yard.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DepartureFlat1333 on 2026-01-01 18:53:05+00:00.

I was walking down the street when I saw someone across the road smile and wave enthusiastically in my direction. I waved back. Big wave. Eye contact. Commitment.

They kept waving.

So did I.

This went on long enough that stopping felt rude.

Then the person behind me tapped my shoulder.

The wave was not for me.

It was for them.

The original waver immediately shifted focus, hugged the person behind me, and shot me the most confused look I’ve ever received from another human being.

I tried to turn my wave into a stretch. It didn’t work. It just looked like I was celebrating their reunion.

I walked away pretending to be very interested in my phone, but I could feel the embarrassment radiating off my body.

TL;DR: Enthusiastically waved back at a stranger who was greeting someone else and committed fully to the mistake.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/YesYesYesYesYesYesnt on 2026-01-02 04:19:06+00:00.

Here we go. Today I (16F) fucked up by trying to catch a lizard. I am in Mexico on vacation, and I am a huge critter lover. I love the giant crickets and spiders and iguanas and everything else creepy and crawly. So when I was coming back to my room after a big dinner and bigger bathroom trip, (a whole story on its own) I saw a lizard on the ceiling above our room door. As I pointed this out to my mother, a fool proof plan formed in my head to catch the little guy. I ran inside, put our leftovers down, and retrieved a stool from the bar in the kitchen. I propped the heavy door open, and shimmied the stool into the hallway right outside the door. Wearing my nice white dinner dress and dark eye makeup because I’m a baddie like that, I climbed up into the stool.

My fool proof plan became not so fool proof, as the tiny guy quickly ran into a hole on the door frame. Disappointed, I stood there on top this stool, in front of my room door, floor length dress on, eyes like a raccoon, when footsteps enlighten my ears. A man in his probably 40s walked past the hallway, carrying an Amazon box. Now’s a good time to mention the light was out in my particular hallway. His footsteps froze once he was past the hall, and he slowly backed up back into my line of sight. Me, being the awkward teenage girl I was, didn’t say anything, I froze man. I swear I could hear this man’s fear from miles away. He asked “are you okay?” In the most concerned and scared voice I have ever heard.

Insert my response, a distorted “Hello,” as I had just had prime rib for dinner, with extra horseradish, and it took this moment to make me sneeze. When I tell you this man bolted so freaking fast. This poor guy. Can you imagine being an Amazon driver coming across some girl down a hella dark hallway, standing on a stool, in a flooring white dress, with dark freaking circles around her eyes croaking hello at you? This poor man. Quickly I got down and brought the stool back into our room. Golly it was embarrassing. Not the biggest fuck up, but for that man it certainly was, coming across literal Carrie on your nightly Amazon delivery, sheesh.

TL;DR tried to catch a lizard in a hallway of a resort by standing on a stool with dark eye makeup and long white dress, scaring the shit out of a delivery guy.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/iamthetrippytea on 2026-01-02 01:57:06+00:00.

I (27f) had a great idea that my boyfriend (43m) and I should go into town today to go ice skating. I'm new to being a midwesterner and thought it would be romantic. I've grown up in Tennessee where you might have rinks in the city but other then that our winters weren't cold enough to get any real frozen surface to practice on. I did used to inline skate for a while as a kid so thought those skills would translate. I've seen cute movies about winters, and I figured that I'm in the Midwest now and need to adjust and try new things. And I've seen the movies. You know, where he holds me up while I stumble at first until I figure out I can skate flawlessly on my own and we sail around the rink under twinkle lights? It's the first day of 2026 and we should do something fun together to set the new year expectations. Romantic. Fun. Right? Wrong!

Hallmark you failed me!

For the first 20 minutes I flailed and tripped and scootched around on the little red walker thing that only other *literal children* were skating behind. My boyfriend being the one skating flawlessly around the rink btw.

I finally got confidence to pass the plastic walker to a 7 year old and kept on going. I actually went pretty far and then I went sailing... Right to the ground. Face first.

I don't remember exactly how my feet tripped me up but I just remember laying on the ground with my ears ringing, I couldn't see well and I couldn't get up by myself and it was just like everything was in slow motion. My boyfriend comes over and leads me to a seat and gets me some ice for my face. I couldn't think straight and just started mumbling that my entire left side of my face is numb from how I hit it.

Cue me throwing up and my nose bleeding like crazy, he rushes me to the ER. They make me wait for what feels like forever, all I wanted to do is go to sleep and get rid of my headache but my boyfriend wouldn't let me go to sleep 😭 I totally understood why, even in the moment but it just felt so mean, and like. Personal. Lol. Before they could give me anything for the pain I got two CT scans to figure out that my face was now fractured in two different places 🫠

Happy new year I guess, at least this is a way to make sure it'll be a bang up one for sure

(For further context)

They gave me a shot of something that helped almost immediately after they told me about my fractures and I felt like a person again. Sent me home with some pain meds and am going to follow up with a plastic surgeon to take a look. I feel fine now, all is good. Ate a gummy and just thought it would be a good tifu

TL;DR: I thought it would be romantic to go ice skating with my boyfriend, ended up face planting on the ice, spent the rest of the day in the ER and was told I fractured at least two bones in my left cheek

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/seandowling73 on 2026-01-01 23:21:18+00:00.

TL;DR: ignored symptoms of an infected tooth leading to massive pain and expense.

Ok the f up isn’t the root canal itself, but in ignoring the symptoms. Background: I had a crown done in February 2025 on a back molar to fix a cracked tooth from a sports injury. The tooth wasn’t bothering me or infected or anything, and there was no post procedure discomfort. Over the summer I developed a frequent cough in the morning accompanied by a bad taste in my mouth. I kept checking for tonsil stones but nothing, even thought I might have tonsillitis. Fast forward to Monday 12/29 and my tooth starts hurting bad enough to take pain killers. By the next day the pain was blinding. Was able to get in to see an endodontist who said she sees this about 4x per year and that it needed to be addressed immediately. Now that I had a root canal the taste and cough are completely gone. I’ve even had 2 teeth cleaning in the time since I had a crown but I didn’t even think to bring up the symptoms to my dentist. Could have saved myself a ton of pain and money.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FrogStinky on 2026-01-01 20:47:26+00:00.

Obligatory clarification: this didn’t happen today, but yesterday. I am posting this now because I’m still physically recoiling from the shame and need to vent. I’ve been hunting for a new job for about three months now with zero luck. Finally, I landed an interview for a position I really, really wanted. It’s a remote role, so the interview was scheduled via Zoom. I have this weird ritual I do before big calls to get my anxiety down. I pace around my room and hype myself up in the mirror. I’m talking full-on, aggressive. I scream things like "YOU ARE A WEAPON. YOU EAT SPREADSHEETS FOR BREAKFAST. THEY ARE LUCKY TO EVEN SEE YOUR FACE." It works for me. Usually. So, I join the Zoom meeting about 10 minutes early just to make sure my camera and lighting look good. It does. I see the standard "Waiting for host to start the meeting" screen, so I assume I'm safe.

Here is the massive FU.

I decided to run to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I kept my wireless headset on so I could hear when they joined. But in my nervous state, I completely forgot that Zoom sometimes unmutes you automatically when the host joins if you don't change your settings.

I’m in the kitchen, pacing back and forth. The host (and the two other panel members) join the call. I don't hear them say "Hello" because I’m literally shouting at my fridge to pump myself up. Here is a rough transcript of what they heard for about 45 seconds while looking at my empty chair: "Let’s go baby! Who’s the man? You’re the man. Don’t sweat the gap in your resume, just lie! Gaslight them! You are a charming sociopath! LETS GOOOO!" I walked back into the room, sat down, and put on my best "professional smile," ready to impress them. All three interviewers were staring at me. Dead silence. One of them, the HR lady, was red in the face trying not to laugh. The hiring manager just looked absolutely terrified. The HR lady finally unmuted and said, "So... we definitely appreciate the... enthusiasm. But just so you know, we value honesty about resume gaps." I wanted to close my laptop and move to a cave. I stammered through the rest of the interview, but I’m 100% sure I’m not getting the job.

TL;DR: I thought I was muted while waiting for a Zoom interview to start. I spent 5 minutes screaming at my fridge that I was a "charming sociopath" and planned to lie about my resume. The hiring panel heard the entire thing.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Affectionate_Art1357 on 2026-01-01 18:46:17+00:00.

A friend asked me, completely casually, “Do you think I overshare?”

I paused for maybe half a second too long.

She noticed and said, “That pause answered my question, didn’t it?”

I tried to soften it by saying, “Not always! Just sometimes! Like… contextually!” which did not help. At all.

She asked for examples. I panicked and gave one. Then another. Each one made the situation worse. By the end, she was staring at me like she’d just unlocked a new insecurity.

She laughed it off and said it was fine, but later that night she texted me asking if she talked too much in general. I tried reassuring her, but the damage was already done.

Now every time she tells a story, she stops midway and asks, “Is this too much?”

It is never too much. Except that one time. Which I should’ve kept to myself.

TL;DR: Answered a friend’s question too honestly and permanently altered her self-awareness.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Double-Conflict2107 on 2026-01-01 18:39:05+00:00.

This happened last week and I’m still not sure if I should apologize again or just let it die.

I was in a meeting with a coworker I don’t work closely with very often. We were discussing how to approach a project that’s been dragging on forever, and I proposed a change that would shift some responsibility off my plate and onto his team. Not intentionally malicious, just… convenient for me.

I explained my idea, gave my reasoning, and then stopped talking. He nodded slowly and didn’t say anything.

My brain immediately interpreted this as agreement.

So I kept going.

I outlined timelines, deliverables, even said something along the lines of, “Cool, glad we’re aligned.” He still didn’t interrupt me, just nodded and took notes.

Later that day, I got an email from his manager asking why I had told my coworker that his team had already agreed to take on additional work. Apparently, he hadn’t been agreeing, he’d been processing and planning how to push back without starting a conflict in the meeting.

Now it looks like I steamrolled him and misrepresented his position. I apologized to him directly, and he was polite but very clearly annoyed.

I have learned that silence does not mean yes. Sometimes it means “I am deciding how to deal with you.”

TL;DR: Mistook silence for agreement in a work discussion and accidentally volunteered someone else’s team for extra work.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Odowd-Jachin on 2026-01-01 17:30:50+00:00.

Update: My fiancee has decided to go with the Philadelphia eagles colors. Midnight green, silver and black. She said the thumb has to be black, and the middle finger silver, the rest green.

In terms of how long I have to keep the nails, she asks if reddit can come up with a stipulation based on the result of the game I should follow that.

Proof will be shown on this post along with any other requested stipulations below she chooses to enforce.

She added that I should have to make a post in the r/eagles sub showing my support but I mentioned that this is probably not allowed. She told me to me took it in this post regardless.

I learned my lesson folks

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Hey reddit...I (m 29) have been living with my fiance (f 31) for about a year now. Things are going well at the moment, but we did have a rough start to the year. I was not the best at doing my chores and this lead to some arguments. She was working on her PhD dissertation and still had to pick up my slack.

Now, I have improved a lot...and to make some of this fun we had some friendly wagers to help make sure I stay on track with my chore schedule.

One of those chores was taking out the trash on time. She said if I missed going it 7 times this year then il have a forfeit. I was at 6 and really keeping my end of the bargain, but I did forget this past weekend right before the end of the year. I was so close!

Now, the forfeit is that for my boys night out where I go watch football with the guys, she gets to do my nails. Now I was trying to make the case that I came so close I should not have to do this, but she disagrees. What do you guys think? Im hoping for some of the guys here to support me on this so I can make my case

She also wanted ideas for colors/styles and said the most upvoted 3 will be considered. She also wanted ideas for a photo as proof of me going out with the nails done

Edit: Forgot to mention the terms. I have to keep the post up until 3pm 1/1/26. If the post has 10 upvotes or more i have to show proof here.

Edit 2: since people are asking, I am a Washington Commanders fan

Edit 3: she wanted me to highlight that reddit can suggest any stipulations or details to consider/ include, how long i have to have them etc

TL;DR- made a wager with my fiance regarding chores and now I might have to go to a guys night out with my nails done

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Odowd-Jachin on 2026-01-01 08:59:41+00:00.

Hey reddit...I (m 29) have been living with my fiance (f 31) for about a year now. Things are going well at the moment, but we did have a rough start to the year. I was not the best at doing my chores and this lead to some arguments. She was working on her PhD dissertation and still had to pick up my slack.

Now, I have improved a lot...and to make some of this fun we had some friendly wagers to help make sure I stay on track with my chore schedule.

One of those chores was taking out the trash on time. She said if I missed going it 7 times this year then il have a forfeit. I was at 6 and really keeping my end of the bargain, but I did forget this past weekend right before the end of the year. I was so close!

Now, the forfeit is that for my boys night out where I go watch football with the guys, she gets to do my nails. Now I was trying to make the case that I came so close I should not have to do this, but she disagrees. What do you guys think? Im hoping for some of the guys here to support me on this so I can make my case

She also wanted ideas for colors/styles and said the most upvoted 3 will be considered. She also wanted ideas for a photo as proof of me going out with the nails done

Edit: Forgot to mention the terms. I have to keep the post up until 3pm 1/1/26. If the post has 10 upvotes or more i have to show proof here.

Edit 2: since people are asking, I am a Washington Commanders fan

Edit 3: she wanted me to highlight that reddit can suggest any stipulations or details to consider/ include, how long i have to have them etc

TL;DR- made a wager with my fiance regarding chores and now I might have to go to a guys night out with my nails done

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/pixlprinc on 2026-01-01 07:52:45+00:00.

So, I've always known the whole "wash things before you wear them" thing was important, but this shirt was a gift from my partner. I've been looking for white clothes for personal reasons since my wardrobe is pretty much entirely black, and it has my current favorite character on it. I really, really like this shirt and wanted to wear it, so I just threw it on straight out of the package.

I'm sure this isn't as big of a deal with clothes you get from a physical store or something, but this was basically a freshly printed shirt that had been packaged and immediately sent out. I'm guessing it has traces of formaldehyde in the dye or something, that's all Google seems to be able to tell me.

I also sweat in my sleep, regardless of the temperature - not enough to usually be an issue, though when it does get stupidly hot, I wake up in a bit of a puddle. It wasn't stupidly hot tonight, obviously, but I woke up dizzy and nearly sick from a horrible, permeating chemical smell that was clearly coming from my body and my sheets.

The only thing I could think of was the new shirt, I took it off and couldn't think of anything else to do put on my deodorant to stop the smell and open my window real wide to let out whatever fumes my dumbass concocted by being really excited about a shirt.

Hopefully I don't do something this stupid next year.

TL;DR: If you get new clothes, fucking wash them before you put them on.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/HypnoOtter on 2026-01-01 06:05:43+00:00.

My work was only open for a half day today so we closed at noon but I had to stay until 1:30 to finish things up and wait for an owner to pick up their dog.

I've never handled taking payment or locking up the front because I'm not reception/front end staff but everyone left and left me responsible for everything. So I took payment, discharged the dog, and locked the front door and finally headed home making sure to set the alarm and lock the side door that I exited through.

Got a text from my boss a couple hours later telling me that the front door hadn't been locked and someone had come in and set the alarm off. Security company contacted my boss and she went in and locked it so no real harm done but I'm super embarrassed. I did turn the lock on the door and then pushed on it and it didn't open so I just assumed it was locked. Not entirely sure how I screwed that one up but I know I'm going to hear about it at work on Friday.

TL;DR: I'm an idiot that doesn't understand how locks work

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/goodsadboi on 2026-01-01 07:29:22+00:00.

So I recently got an awesome new deep fryer and was very excited to test out my skills. I decided to make fried chicken tenders and really do it right.

I did all the prep, seasoned the batter, cut the chicken. I’m currently staying at my parents house for the holidays though, so I didn’t know where anything was. No big deal I figured flour is flour, right?

I searched around the pantry, found something that looked like flour, and started coating the chicken. Immediately things felt… off. The coating was getting all gloopy and weird, and when I dropped the tenders into the fryer there was this strange solidified, granulated stuff forming in the oil. But I was already committed.

My parents came into the kitchen and told me I needed to dip the chicken in egg then flour, which explained why nothing was sticking properly. I was like ohhh okay that makes sense and kept going anyway.

I ate the chicken. I was trying to make it spicy, but somehow it was not spicy at all instead it was weirdly sweet. Still kind of good not what I was going for, but edible. I just felt bad because I tried really hard and it wasn’t turning out right.

Fast forward a few hours later, my sister comes home. I overhear her ask my parents “Did they use powdered sugar instead of flour?”

My stomach dropped. I immediately knew. Nothing in the pantry was labeled, but still I absolutely should’ve noticed. I think I was just so excited about the chicken that my brain shut off completely.

So yeah I deep-fried chicken tenders in powdered sugar.

I’m trying again tomorrow with actual flour. Hopefully this time I make food and not dessert.

TLDR: tried to make fried chicken at my parents house, couldn’t find flour, accidentally used powdered sugar, chicken was sweet, found out hours later I made candied chicken tenders.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/onelegged on 2026-01-01 03:12:07+00:00.

So today/yesterday (Australian time) I fucked up by trying to stay up until midnight for new years. Being 33 I am starting to dread the daunting task of staying up all the way until midnight for new years. This year I thought I could just drink coffee along with my alcohol to get me over the finish line. I don't normally drink coffee. We arrived at my friend's house at around 6pm. Already yawning and a few drinks deep, I asked my friend for a coffee. He asked if an espresso was fine and I said yes. At around 8pm, I felt more awake but thought one more would really perk me up, so I had another one. At around 11pm, caught up in the excitement of the night, I thought one more would see me over the finish line and the car ride home (girlfriend driving) and into a nice sleep at around 1:30am after getting home and showering. It is now 2pm AEST and I am still wide awake. I wish I was joking. I have been awake since 7am on Wednesday. That is 31 hours. I am wide awake now and probably won't sleep until tonight (another 8 hours or so). I know the half-life of caffeine would mean it's out of my system by now, but I think I'm too far into the day now and wide awake. I have not slept this year. Send help.

TL:DR - I drank too much coffee and have not slept

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Princess_Lapis on 2025-12-31 21:17:35+00:00.

Hi, new person here. I (F, 25) understand if thinking on this now makes me an AH, but I wanted to get this off my chest: for years my dad would send me good morning texts every morning, but back in late September he started sending me bible verses. I asked him to stop on October 1st because I am not religious in any way shape or form. He said he’d respect my wishes, but he won’t stop praying for me (he’s a religious guy, but growing up I’ve never seen him go to church). This only lasted a week, and on October 8th he sends me a bible verse along with a good morning text. I told him off saying I already asked him once and to please not make me ask him to stop again. He hasn’t texted me good morning since, last thing we said to each other was wishing each other a Merry Christmas.

TL;DR TIFU by telling my dad not to send me Bible verses

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MuttLoverMommy01 on 2025-12-31 23:19:56+00:00.

(Fake names for anonymity) I’m a 25 y/o dental assistant. My usual routine for getting patients from the waiting room to the dental chair goes as follows: 1. Read the patients name

1. Read their medical history and circle anything they marked down so I can easily enter it later
2. Call the patients name and walk them back to the room.

Super simple, right? So as I’m doing my usual thing, I see the patient marked diabetes on their medical history. I circle it and walk around the front desk to call his name. Instead of saying “Marcus,” I say “DIABETES” loudly and confidently before my heart sinks to the floor. My face turned bright red, I looked over at the receptionist, who looked confused, and put my face in my hands before turning around.

I didn’t even correct myself. Everyone in the waiting room looked so confused. I literally didn’t know what to do. So I went back to our assistant office and told the other assistant what happed with tears of embarrassment in my eyes. She thought it was hilarious, and after the embarrassment has worn off a little, it kinda was, but it was also a huge HIPAA violation.

If I’d called his name after shouting what was on his medical history, I feel like it would’ve just made things worse. Eventually the other assistant agreed to seat my patient for me so it was less obvious. I told my boss about it later and she wasn’t as amused as the assistant. She told me to be more careful with patient information. I think this might be one of those things that keeps me up at night for years. Cringe to death.

TL;DR I accidentally called my patient diabetes instead of their name after reading their medical history. My boss wasn’t amused but my coworkers were. No major consequences, just embarrassment.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/iusetoomuchdrano on 2025-12-31 17:47:16+00:00.

TIFU This happened a few days ago on Christmas. My 5 yr old stepson got a themed bop-it for Christmas and handed it over to me to try. I never played before. I have seen them in the past but never had one as a kid. He hands it over, I closed my eyes, focused on the commands, and won. Everyone looked at me like it was some miracle. Apparently, it’s unheard of to win this game, and I literally pulled it off, eyes closed. This didn’t go over so well. He started getting upset and crying. He’s in a super competitive phase right now and wants to be the best at everything he does. Now every time he goes to play, it says “High score, 100!” reminding him of my easy defeat.

TL;DR I defeated the game of bop-it my first try, making my stepson super upset as a result