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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/nomadicsamiam on 2026-06-07 20:10:14+00:00.

I was too busy thinking about how I wanted to look like a hitchhiker you’d actually like to pickup without thinking about who was doing the picking up...

My presumed kidnapper got off the highway where I didn't expect. He said this was the closest gas station. We began driving 45 minutes down a dirt road towards Mexico.

I wasn’t too concerned. We were going a whole 10 miles an hour and he was old so I figured I could duck, roll and run. I was tense but also in a "let's see what happens" mood.

It wasn't until we got to his house and he was showing me his artichoke plants when I finally thought to ask “why are we at your house?"

He looked confused then said, "the gas can!" and went to grab it. I felt relieved.

We were about to leave when he stopped said, "you see that?"

"The windmill?" I said. Looking outside.

"No, the snake in the windmill… "

There was no snake in the windmill. I looked at him both afraid and confused. He looked concerned as well and took my expression as agreement as he said, "I know right? I’m writing a book about it."

We get gas from a pump with no attendant in sight.

Now I'm thinking great, got the gas and I've got this great story about this crazy guy. But then he started to open up.

He told me he needed to go chill out in the desert for a decade... Who measures chilling in decades???

It got real though. His wife died. She got sick. And he couldn’t hold down work and care for her too but he didn’t regret his choice on that that’s for damn sure. He spent the time he could with her and suffered the financial consequences.

He missed her more than life though, that was clear. Isolated away. I learned that day that you can hear love in the tone of a voice that’s lost it.

I thanked him for the gas.

He thanked me for, "letting me be a human being." that's when I choked up. The whole time I was judging him until I listened that's when I started to understand.

He hugged me, slipped a few joints into my hand (despite weed never being a topic of the conversation) and I watched an angel drive away.

Tl/DR: Life is impossibly hard at times but love makes it worth it. Loneliness and isolation can do a lot, and no one deserves that burden. More humans than you think are good people that want to help. I messed up by judging before knowing. It sounds cliche, but this exprience changed my life and my interactions with strangers have been different ever since.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Past-Bluebird-4109 on 2026-06-07 17:58:10+00:00.

On a Saturday it was the first time we were going to meet my wife's closest sister. There is a big age gap, but they have a close bond. All her other sisters she doesn't really talk to. We got married in our state and her mom didn't want to come since it was a second wedding for her. So we just had my parents and us there. We had just had a daughter and decided to go visit, she could see the baby etc. It was a 2 day drive and usually I don't need a belt with my khaki shorts so I didn't think about it too much because if they seem loose one day I will just add a belt.

Her sisters family is devout Mormons. Wear the long white under garments, no caffeine, things like that. I was a bit nervous to meet them as I tend to swear, and didn't really know the etiquette. I was given lectures on making sure to not cuss, talk religion, all sorts of things to not embarrass her or offend her sister's family. I grew up Catholic but was no longer a practicing Catholic, and my wife didn't really follow religion.

We finally get there day 2, my wife heads to the door and tells me to grab the bags. I do and just as she opens the door I guess my shorts had moved enough and my hands were full of luggage, not sure if this is God's sense of humor, but it was like my shorts were held up by the door being closed. Her sister opens the door and my shorts drop around my ankles. Her sister's smile went to shock, my nervousness was now complete "oh shit!" Embarrassed deer in head headlights. I was so caught off guard it literally felt like days before I dropped the bags to grab my shorts to pull them up. Definitely a first impression I would've probably been able to laugh off with my wife's parents as they aren't as religious, but with her sister, Definitely not. It was the most awkward hug after I got my shorts pulled up and a nice to meet you greeting. Needless to say the whole weekend I wore a belt. I don't think it was ever told to her husband even. My wife was mad at first for not putting on a belt that day, but on long drives it wasn't comfortable and like i said not needed a large percentage of the time. My wife now will still finds it funny years later and give me grief, but at least she was only mad initially.

TLDR: first time meeting my wife's Mormon sister, when she opened the door to greet us, my shorts fell around my ankles, her excited grating of hello were turned to shock and embarrassment.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/TheEllaBullet on 2026-06-07 15:53:52+00:00.

Update to original story: https://www.reddit.com/r/AmIOverreacting/comments/1tp8tpf/aio//_for//_putting//_a//_bag//_before//_a//_friendship/

It’s been a couple of weeks since the deadline I set Clara to return the bag, and we didn’t talk that entire time…until one of our mutual friends (one that advised me to keep the peace) invited me to brunch yesterday.

When I arrived at the café, the mutual friend said Clara was on her way and we needed to talk. After hearing some of you guys say that there might be an actual explanation other than theft, I thought I owed it to our friendship to hear her out.

So here’s what actually happened…

Clara took the bag to an official Louis Vuitton store when she was in Paris, but given the fact that she wouldn’t be in the country for long, she arranged to have it delivered to her house when it was restored. She showed me the tracking information, and it arrived at hers in March.

When it arrived, she left the bag in its box in her hallway, so she’d remember to bring it when she next saw me.

Within the week of the bag arriving, Clara’s sister (we’ll call her Lola) went to Clara’s to borrow a dress for an event. Clara had to go out when Lola was trying on dresses, and trusting her sister to lock up, she left.

When Clara got home, the LV box was gone along with the bag.

She called Lola repeatedly, and got no answer. She messaged her relentlessly to no avail. Clara was panicking.

Eventually Clara went to their mother and told her what was going on, who then called Lola to tell her to give the bag back.

A few days later, a beaten up LV box was on Clara’s doorstep.

When I asked about the bag, Clara didn’t want to detail the whole ordeal because she was embarrassed. So she took the bag (which was still in its dust bag) out of the box and gave that to me.

When I called her about the bag being fake, she genuinely had no idea what I was talking about. At the time she said she’d call the store to find out what happened, but really she messaged Lola demanding to know where the real bag was.

Lola responded “you wanted a bag, you got a bag”, then blocked her on everything.

Clara was in pieces, panicking and thinking that she’d destroyed our friendship. She turned to a couple of our friends because she was scared of how I would react to her sisters actions.

At brunch, Clara showed me the messages through tears. Our mutual friend showed me Lola’s Instagram where she’s holding my bag in some of the images.

Clara was in tears, and I cried with her because I realised that I was overreacting this whole time, and that I had automatically assumed the worst.

As it stands, we’ve reported the bag as stolen and provided evidence against Lola. Clara’s parents aren’t happy, but understand that Clara has tried for months to sort this out, and that Lola needs to understand that her actions have consequences.

I begged Clara to forgive me for how I handled it, and she laughed saying she was about to beg me for forgiveness for not telling me what was happening this whole time 😅

So I don’t have the bag back, but I do have my friendship…and from now on, I’ll try not to jump to conclusions

TL;DR - I assumed a close friend lied to me to steal a sentimental item

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SunsetLoverHealing on 2026-06-07 15:47:24+00:00.

So, in the middle of a conversation that had a lot of chatting and laughing in it, we were all bringing up memories from the past etc and decided to watch my parent's wedding (from the 90s), when my aunt was barely 40 and so beautiful.

Idk how it just slipped out of my mouth and I told her: "btw, you changed a lot! I wouldn't have imagined it was you". In the same moment I don't remember wether it was before or after, I told another aunt that she didn't change much over the years. (Due to life responsabilities etc, the 1st one aged way faster than her peers)

She didn't get angry or anything, she acknowledged it telling me that another woman who knew her stopped her in the street to ask her how her beautiful sister who was living in ... was doing (she was meaning the same person, she just didn't recognize her) and that she replied "oh, she's fine" without telling the woman that it was actually her.

What breaks my heart the most is that at the end of the family gathering(before my awful mistake), she was sitting by my side and telling me how gorgeous I was when we were looking at recent pics of mine.

I feel evil and rude and I wish I could stop thinking out loud at times. I control it for progressively longer periods of time and then it happens again. :( what can I do about it? I fear that apologizing might be too risky and remind her of that moment, and that staying silent might affect our relationship, she cherishes me and I don't want to lose our precious bond.

TL;DR: At a family gathering, I accidentally told my aunt she had changed a lot over the years, while complimenting another aunt for not changing much. She didn’t react badly, but I now feel guilty because she had been very kind to me even after that, and I’m worried I hurt her feelings and don’t know whether I should apologize or stay silent.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AtYourMomsapartment on 2026-06-07 14:57:14+00:00.

This happened to me back in 2011. I served in the Marines, and was stationed in Korea at the time. every year in November, the Marine Corps Ball happens to celebrate the birth of the Corps. Anyways, I had just turned 21 a few months prior and had also recently been promoted to Lance Corporal, and the Lt.Col. in charge of us was very strict on underage drinking, so j was just coming into my element. When we started the ball, I had a couple jack and cokes. Then we saw that our tables came with a couple bottles of wine, and what do you know? Only 3 of the 8 people at our table are 21, so we help ourselves. Then our Base's Korean liaison came over with a couple of 6 packs. The three of us who were able to drink did our inebriated math and figured, "hey... There's 12 beers... That's... 4 apiece! Excellent!" We were pleasantly sloshed for the ceremony and dinner. Then, it was time to dance! And dance I did. At least until my Sergeant came over. He had this super serious look on his face and he said "You need to go back to the hotel. You're drunk, and starting to look like an idiot." Me, being the know-it-all Lance Corporal was like, "Sergeant... You've been drinking... So you can't tell me to do that!" (Yes, I was an idiot, but it was definitely a rule. If you were inebriated, you couldn't give lawful orders). Well, it turns out he wasn't drinking because a group of us had recently all turned 21, and he knew we would be stupid. So he helped me down to the bus, and sat me in a bench seat across from my other Sergeant. I remember an older couple boarding the bus and sitting in front of me, and I recognized an officer's uniform, but didn't see the rank. Then our bus takes off. The driver is weaving through downtown Seoul traffic, and I'm sliding around, starting to feel sick. I distinctly remember looking at the drunk sergeant across from me and saying, "I uh... I don't feel so good..." And the Sergeant goes "WELL DON'T LOOK AT ME!!" I turn back and make it to facing down the aisle when I projectile vomit all the way up to the yellow "do not cross" line. It also sprays across the dress shoes of the elderly officer seated in front of me. I look up to see that I've sprayed vomit onto the shoes of our Commanding General. Of course, my dumb ass reverts to the most basic of junior marine instincts, which was "uh... Good Evening, Sir..." He just gave me this smile and said "Happy Birthday, Son." I blacked out from that point, and woke the next morning in my hotel room, wearing nothing but my boxers and an undershirt. My Dress Blues were hanging up in the shower, covered in vomit. I got downstairs and was met by both of my sergeants, a Staff Sergeant, and the First Sergeant, who all ripped me a new asshole. Thankfully, that was the extent of my punishment aside from some extra duties. I happened to see the General again a few weeks later, and as I saluted him, he asked "you're not going to throw up on me again, are you son?" And he laughed. I offered to pay for new shoes, and he laughed again, telling me he had plenty of pairs of those shoes, and that I don't need to worry. I certainly learned to avoid drinking around any officers after that.

TL;DR: I got plastered during the Marine Corps Ball and during the bus ride back to the hotel I threw up all over my Commanding General, then blacked out. I got an ass chewing and extra duties, but I learned my lesson about excessive drinking around events that had officers.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/divewsharks on 2026-06-07 13:34:00+00:00.

This happened yesterday. So I'm a commercial diver and I went to a job yesterday with about 20 other guys. Got suited up in my 5mm wetsuit and 70lbs of gear. Climbed onto this giant transport ship and got in the water at 0600 and worked for 6 hours doing some heavy lifting and swimming.

Normally the company will have breakfast for us, but it was late so i was working on an empty stomach. I only consumed 1500ml of water throughout the day (way less than normal) and it was approximately 86f and sunny in south Florida.

At 1200, we got out of the water and proceeded to disembark the vessel with all our gear to the staging area. Broke down all the gear and started loading used air tanks onto the truck. We were waiting for lunch to show up, standing around in the sun.

I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and my buddy, and was walking back towards the ship to do a final walk through, when the next thing I know im flat on the ground with my whole team looking down at me and having no clue what was going on. I tried to stand up and immediately fainted again. Fell face first into the concrete, busted my shoulder, tore the skin off both knees and was leaking blood from my chin. Next thing I remember is my guys carrying me to the truck to wait for the ambulance. Somewhere in the middle of all this i shit myself.

My girlfriend met me at the hospital. She immediately noticed a foul smell and said "what the fuck died?" I tried to play it off and said it was just from the nasty water from the port and barnacles or algae. She believed my bullshit story. When the hospital released me she noticed a brown stain on the hospital bed. I was so embarrassed I said it had to be algae or dirt.

She then insisted on taking me to a diner to get food. The smell is strong, and she's sitting next to me this whole time being amazing dealing with it. When we get to the house, the elevator pulls up full of people and I say I'll wait for the next one, but she pulls me on. Everyone definitely noticed, but played it off. I was mortified. Got to the bathroom and confirmed i actually had shit myself, cleaned up, showered and threw my boxers away. I told my girlfriend what really happened. She gagged and now doesn't look at me the same.

Im so grateful I have a bunch of great guys on my team that took care of me and an amazing girlfriend who dropped everything to come to the hospital and take care of me. And the hospital staff for being so professional.

But now im probably going to have to get a whole new identity and disappear to another state because im so embarrassed. /s

TL;DR: I got dehydrated and overheated at work, fainted face first into the concrete and shit myself.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Onepotk on 2026-06-07 12:29:08+00:00.

So yesterday evening I was on a field.

I was there to help fix a canoe of my dad's friend.

It went pretty well actually. Well I wasn't really on the field yet, but the field was nearby.

During a break I ended up going on a stroll. It was full of very beautiful and diverse plants. Zero wind, perfect weather.

Then my dumbass found a plant that you can pick the flowers off of and then suck them to taste the sweet nectar.

Y'all probably already know where this is going.

I walk another 10 meters or so and end up at a very similar looking plant.

I do the same thing, but no nectar came out. So I picked another two flowers until finally giving up.

Around an hour ago I think back to when I did that and how the flower looked like some blue flower of the nightshade family I once saw (extremely fucking poisonous).

So I looked up the most poisonous flowers In ALL of Europe.

And would you look at that! The first fucking flower I see is the EXACT flower I literally put in my mouth just short of about 15 hours ago.

Monkshood. I put monkshood flowers in my mouth. 3 of them. And I sucked on them.

Deadly in a matter of 2-6 hours. Even touching them can be dangerous.

Sooo it's been more than that, and I'm not dead. Lucky me heh

TL;DR

My dumbass put a random plant in his mouth and found out it's one of the deadliest plants in all of europe

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Best-Pirate5073 on 2026-06-06 02:41:13+00:00.

Yesterday I fucked up big time and I haven’t talked to my roommate since it happened..

For some background my roommate (34F) and I (32M) have been roommates now for 2 years and we’ve always been good friends even before then.

Well last week, she went out of town to visit her boyfriend in New Mexico and she wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. Well earlier this week, I had to put a maintenance request for my shower because the water wasn’t draining in my shower and I was told by the apartment to not use it until they could fix it. Maintenance told me they would fix the issue by today at the latest so all this week, I have been using her shower instead.

Now…before people attack me for using her restroom, this restroom is not in her room, it’s technically the “guest” restroom since hers is in the main hallway and mine is the only one in the room. So since this is the restroom people commonly use when they come over, I didn’t see any issue with me using it to take a quick shower until mine was fixed.

So last night, I got off work, got back to the apartment and threw on my music and hopped in the shower. The door was locked and again, I assumed she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow and I never received any sort of text from her so I figured I was in the clear.

Right as I am getting out of the shower, I pull open the curtains and at the same exact time…I see her walk straight past the door and as I am reaching for my towel me and her made direct eye contact 😭

She gasped and screamed “oh my god, I am so sorry” and by the time I could put myself together, she had already left the apartment and I haven’t seen her since.

I feel awkward as fuck now and am not sure what else to do. I already texted her but at this point, I really don’t know what the fuck to do 🙃

TL;DR: I used my roommates shower while she was supposed to be out of town and we made eye contact as I was getting out of the shower when she arrived back to the apartment unexpectedly.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/tencarabaos on 2026-06-06 08:54:29+00:00.

My sister is an amateur footballer and she was recently invited by a national team to play for them at this league thing. So she flew to another city to do that this weekend, and we were all very supportive of her. She had been training very hard for this team, so it was nice to see her being recognized as someone good enough to play a national tournament.

She sent us the link to the live feed of the game, and my mom and I had been excitingly taking screenshots of when she would appear on the screen - on the sidelines, or talking to team mates. She never got to play, but there was like 20 people on the team and I think there was only like 6-7 people on the field at a time so I guess there just was too many people on the team idk.

Anyway, after the game (they lost), I jokingly sent her the screenshots and told her she was my favorite sideliner. It was meant to be endearing but she got really sad and told me she had been trying to hold it together the whole game and my comment broke her. She said, that's not funny and to think it would come from family. She says she regrets even sending us the link at all.

I immediately apologized and told her that it was completely inappropriate, that I regret saying it and I will never make that joke again. I messaged her friend to tell her to look after her because I had messed up. Her friend basically said yeah, when you're an athlete like that you really need focus during important games so I don't even really distract her in anyway, etc etc etc.

Just want to say, I don't play, follow, watch sports at all and I really didn't think it would be that big of a deal. I guess I was just trying to be funny, because I was so excited seeing her on a live feed like that, in such an important tournament. But obviously I miscalculated and I know now it was in poor taste. I plan to make it up to her when she comes back home, and I'm open to ideas about how. I feel really bad, y'all.

TLDR: I messed up by teasing my amateur footballer sister about being in the sidelines for an important game.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ConfusionOwn8378 on 2026-06-06 18:34:59+00:00.

This is actually a TIFU, as in it happened today, but to tell the story we have to go back to yesterday.

We work a hybrid pattern in our office currently, 2 days in the office and 3 from home. A group of colleagues in my wider department organised a small hike for charity in 2025 and then decided to organise a follow up this year. I joined in the organising this time as I was in the office with them under the new hybrid pattern.

I found myself pushing the fundraising for 2 local charities, being Vibe Captain and trying to get people involved, sharing QR codes, Teams backgrounds etc. This year's hike was going to be bigger and better than last year's 12-miler, we were going for at least 20 miles this time round, and I had to put together a guide for the day, what to expect, what to bring etc.

The day itself came (yesterday) we had decent weather, we got t-shirts to wear from the 2 charities and we had a good time on the walk, the first leg was slightly longer than planned, so the lunch stop was slightly behind schedule. When we stopped I stripped off my shoes & socks, rubbed some Lanacane on my feet and put on fresh socks, the balls of my feet were quite tender and starting to blister between my big toes.

Nevertheless, we all pushed on to the finish line, had a pint and headed home to recoup. This morning my sons woke me up nice and early so being the doting father I am, I plonked them in front of the TV so I could have a coffee and soak my feet in a tub of salt water.

After 15 minutes or so (2 episodes of Spongebob Squarepants) I decided to take my feet out to pat dry and inspect the damage, only to feel something flapping below my big toe. Not realising the impending FU coming, and thinking there was something in the bucket I hadn't rinsed out properly, I reached in blindly and pulled, removing a chunk of skin from the ball of my right foot about the size of a chicken nugget (it didn't accurately fit one of the 4 shape descriptions McDonald's use unfortunately).

Herein lies the second FU, I then did exactly the same on my left foot, prizing off a similar sized pound of flesh and causing the balls of my already tender feet to start throbbing. I have barely been able to move from the sofa since, putting pressure on my feet causes the throbbing to intensify to 'white hot pain' level, I've had to crawl to the bathroom several times and my wife is already sick of my pity party.

God knows what tomorrow may bring, will any more skin slough away from my tender feetses? Will I ever walk properly again? Will my wife show any sympathy or just contempt? Who knows, but I do know I'm not going anywhere near a salt water foot soak again.

TLDR - Soaked my feet in salt water after a hike for charity and, thanks to the skin peeling away, between my toes is so raw I can finally use that Gordon Ramsay meme appropriately.

Also feel free to DM me for pics as proof, if that's your thing.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Sweet_Award2810 on 2026-06-06 17:41:59+00:00.

Today morning me and my 2 friends went to a canal for swimming. My friends had already swam there once or twice before, but it was my first time swimming in a canal. I usually swim only in swimming pools/tanks.

There was a bridge around 50–60 meters away from where we were standing. My friends said we should jump from there and then swim back. They both jumped first and started swimming ahead. I jumped after them.

At first everything felt normal. But after swimming around 30–35 meters, I suddenly realized I might not be able to make it till the end. So I tried moving towards the corner/side to get out safely.

That’s when things got bad.

The water current kept pulling me away from the side. No matter how hard I tried to reach the corner, the flow kept dragging me away. I started panicking and then I genuinely started drowning. I was giving my absolute 100% just to stay up and somehow reach the side, but the current was too strong.

Thankfully one of my friends noticed something was wrong and came back to rescue me. Somehow I got out safely, but while helping me my friend got scratches.

It was honestly one of the scariest experiences of my life.

Today I learned that swimming in canals/open flowing water is completely different from swimming in pools. From outside everything can look calm and easy, but once you get inside you realize how dangerous currents can be.

If you ever go somewhere unfamiliar:

• First understand the place properly

• Check water depth and current

• Know where you can safely exit

• Don’t blindly follow others just because they’ve done it before

• Take precautions first

This incident was a serious lesson for me, and I’m just grateful things didn’t end worse today.

TLDR: Went swimming in a canal for the first time, underestimated the water current, started drowning, and got rescued by my friend at the last moment.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/gilt3t on 2026-06-06 13:54:05+00:00.

For the past month and a half I have worked on quitting smoking. It has been a journey but something I never saw mentioned was the after affects. I know what you're thinking, "quitting smoking is wonderful!" and it truly is. However, I have been smoking since I was 12, I am now 31.

I'd always practiced what I thought was ok oral hygiene, I brushed twice a day and flossed once. I'd use mouthwash before going out in public or talking to people.

Well, quitting smoking returns both smell and taste. I was not ready for the horror that was the taste and smell of my own mouth. It was vile. No matter how much I brushed or flossed, my mouth still tastes and smelled bad.

Yesterday I crashed out and looked up how to, for lack of a better description, power wash my teeth. I saw mention of a water flosser and a sonicare toothbrush. It was about $50 total but I was so desperate for any relief. I got them a few hours after placing the order in the morning. The first clean removed so much plaque build up on the inside part of my teeth where my tongue is.

I have legitimately never felt my mouth as clean as it has been. It honestly has made me feel like a new person. The horrible smell and taste is completely gone. It is hands down the best purchase I have ever made in my entire life. I truly thought I was doing well enough, but this has shown me that I was doing no where near enough.

tldr: was a smoker for nearly 20 years, I couldn't taste/smell the horror that was my mouth until I quit smoking and realized my oral hygiene practices were not good. Water flosser and a sonicare toothbrush has saved my mouth and sanity.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/limelurkerr on 2026-06-06 10:58:29+00:00.

First let me preface this with the fact that I quite like green tea. I like most all teas that I have tried. Iced, hot, spiced, Southern Style Sweet, doesn’t matter. I like tea.

But I don’t drink much green tea. I like it, but I don’t indulge often.

Enter Publix.

Now I’m not sure if every Publix has the same deals at the same time, but my own local store had a buy one get one free sale on gallon store brand tea. So they were half priced.

In this economy? Say no more.

And then I see the green tea with ginseng and honey and I know I have to have it.

Fast forward to tonight.

I finally crack it open. And it being a Friday after a grueling shift at work(warehouse distribution), I let myself indulge in my favorite food and drink items barring alcohol because beginning of month bills.

Half a gallon is gone before I can really rein it in

Maybe an hour later, however, the stomach cramps begin while I’m trying to sleep. Bad enough I contemplated Urgent Care.

I start thinking about what I ate and drank. But surely it wouldn’t be the green tea, green tea is healthy(kinda), but it was one of the few things i could think of.

One quick google search later and I have my answer. And my warning to gtfo of bed and to the nearest bathroom.

TL;DR? Green tea is apparently a mild laxative and I found out the hard way after a half gallon of poor choices.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Budget-Biscotti781 on 2026-06-05 11:05:22+00:00.

Hi it’s my first post on here so I hope I do it right. English is my second language so I apologize for the grammar.

So Yesterday in a very hot day on the east coast my husband was having a terrible day so I decided to when he comes home I will have him ready a cold fresh coconut lemonade that are so popular in my country. But when I was trying to do find the ingredients I had none of them so I went: instead of coconut milk, condensed milk and fresh limes I gave him coconut cream, sugar and lime juice how different it could be right!

So I left home after diner for my class and when I came back that men was praying for his life headache, chills and bad diarrea I felt so bad and I was like really innocent asking questions what’d did you eat maybe it’s the stress bla bla bla.. when I think of he lemonade and he drink all of eat I add a whole can of coconut cream and when I google it … yes coconut cream can cause diarrea and I’m feeling horrible I gave him all

I could find of medicine and took care of him

And he is feeling better today.

TL;DR So my advise for everyone it’s please don’t change the ingredients when you are cooking to try to make your husbands day better and you ending make it worse by giving him Diarrea!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SocietyAntique on 2026-06-05 20:51:48+00:00.

I’m an idiot.. Me (M26) and my GF (F25) took our yearly trip to the mountains a couple of days ago. We usually spend the first three days hiking and the remainder of our trip in a nice cabin. This year I decided to splurge and upgraded us to a really nice hotel because i had a plan. Me and my girlfriend have been together for 4 years and we always talked about trying to get engaged after she was done with uni. She has talked about how she doesn’t really care about how or where we do the wedding, the proposal was the only thing she really cared about. She wanted a nice intimate moment between the two of us. So that was my plan, the last day of our hike I would pop down on my knee and ask the question in a beautiful and intimate moment.

Here’s what actually happened. We had just gotten to the best part of the hike. It was peaceful, the views were beautiful and so was she. We were standing by a outlook post overlooking a valley. There was not a person insight… or so I thought. I told her I needed to tie my shoe and gave her one of those little points asking her to wait. I turned around to ”tie my shoe” so I could discreetly get the ring out of my bag. I had practiced this part over a 100 times at home but my nerves were of the charts and I was to fast. I gave myself a few seconds to collect my thoughts while I was pretending and when I felt done I threw the bag, turned around ring in hand on one knee. What I was met with was not the loving gaze of my soulmate but instead an old lady with a camera. My brain short circuits and I blurt out ”will you marry me?” even tho I know that my girlfriend is not a 75 year old Japanese lady with a photography hobby. I held the pose for at least 30 seconds completely frozen until I saw my girlfriend about 20 meters away. How she got so far away I still don’t know.I tried to recover, I stood up and got on to the other knee for some reason and half-yelled at my GF ”OR MAYBE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MARRY ME INSTEAD?”. My gf sighed and turned around to continue the hike and I grabbed my bag and jogged after her after a quick apology to the lady. All she said when I caught up was ”I’m not gonna laugh now but we will laugh about this soon. For now I’ll save you the trouble by pretending this never happened so you can do it right next time.” On the way down from the mountain we saw a Japanese tourbus and I thought I saw a smirk on her face.

Now I’m typing this from the gas station on our way to the fancy hotel. Still not engaged and still feel like an idiot. I wanna laugh but I also feel so humiliated. I tried to talk to her about it but she told me that she needed a moment. It’s gonna be even more humiliating when we get to the hotel. I’m aware that this will be a hilarious story someday but first I got to navigate how to fix this. I’m an idiot.

Tl;dr: I accidentally proposed to a old lady instead of my GF and I got rejected on both fronts.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CryptographerHot6198 on 2026-06-05 18:13:33+00:00.

For the last couple of days, I’ve had this giant house fly zipping around my living area annoying myself and my family. I’ve tried to kill him a handful of times but he’s a feisty little dude. So today, I’m just minding my own business whilst sitting on the couch. I’m mouth breathing because I have a cold and cannot breathe out of my nose. This fly, this gigantic fly, got too close to my mouth as he flew by to annoy me and I breathed him into my throat. I began almost choking on him, more in shock and disgust than anything. So I get up from the couch really quick and I genuinely feel him freaking out in my throat, rush over to the sink and that was that. Down he went into my stomach. I feel like I ended up winning the war but it doesn’t really feel that way. Sure, he’s gone, but I’ve acquired an amount of trauma from that I don’t think I’ll be able to get over for awhile.

TLDR

Today I was on the couch and my day old arch nemesis house fly flew directly into my throat.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/P3pp3rSauc3 on 2026-06-05 10:45:57+00:00.

I'm not in a very good financial situation right now, I have been unemployed for three months, relying on my grandma's help just to keep from being homeless. I've been applying for jobs left and right, I have a felony from 2019 that hinders what kind of jobs I can get. Class 2 aggravated battery on a peace officer. Long story, not proud of it, but it happens. I finally got hired at the local Taco Bell, my orientation is Saturday.

Anyway I pass a dumpster behind a grocery store and saw some sealed packages, freshly "expired" and I'm not a stranger to using expiration dates as a suggestion. I'm pretty good at telling when food is good or bad. I return to the dumpster after dark and hop in, fill my backpack with the food still sealed, no big deal. It's not the first, or the last time I'll probably take advantage of such a situation. However I'm not as young as I used to be, I'm 31 now, haven't dumpster dived since I was early 20's. I'm getting out of the dumpster now, toss the backpack, then I follow. I somehow fuck up the dismount and land weirdly, feeling a little pain and discomfort in my left foot. No big deal, I walk the short distance home. However as the night progresses, the pain and discomfort get worse. I can barely walk now, I wasn't able to sleep at all during the night. Been icing it, it helps some. But as of typing this I can barely make it to the bathroom.

TL;DR fucked up getting out of a dumpster and now I'm doing the cripple shuffle. Hopefully I'm good to go by my orientation Saturday. 😬😬😬

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FUDaisy on 2026-06-05 17:51:29+00:00.

Fake names: Sally (me, 26F), my partner Dan (26M), my childhood best friend Daisy (27F), and her boyfriend Aaron (27M), who is now her fiancé.

This trip to Montreal had been planned in advance. Aaron secretly told us he intended to propose during the trip, and Dan and I were genuinely excited to help make it special.

Before the trip, Daisy and I spent a 2-3 long hangouts planning activities, meals, and budget. She apologized for the meticulous planning but I happily helped because she stated having a plan helped her feel comfortable, and I wanted the proposal trip to go smoothly.

Unfortunately, by the end of the week, I lost a friendship of over 20 years.

The first issue was at the grocery store where they wanted to split groceries with us to save money, yet restricted even the smallest of items unless it was approved by them. Dan was told to put items back on the shelf as if he was a child. We easily could have bought our own items. Daisy’s card failed after I already sent her my portion, and she had a meltdown when I explained she needed to send me back my money as well as the portion she now owed me. I gave her grace as she was very clearly overwhelmed. She realized at her own pace I was correct. No apology for lashing out. Just driving back in silence with a few excuses about her mood and stress.

When we arrived at the Airbnb, Daisy immediately called dibs on the largest bedroom. Not a huge deal. Nobody was entitled to it. Felt weird but I brushed it off. No biggie.

The listing looked cute online, with many positive reviews, and tactful photos. The reality was a small, cramped apartment that smelled like sewage, had drains that backed up (yeah, showers were fun with sewage to your ankles), and was 85°F even at night. I couldn’t help but poke fun at the landlord for each new thing we noticed was a lie in the post. I was suspicious of the reviews being paid or bots.

It was so damn hot. For multiple nights Dan and I couldn’t fall asleep. My body usually gave up consciousness around 2 or 3 AM after laying for hours.

There was a portable AC unit situated far down the hall from the bedrooms, and was terribly underpowered for the space. I suggested asking the host if we could move it somewhere more useful (2 screws held it onto the window opening) but Daisy refused because she wasn’t comfortable bothering the host. I expressed just how uncomfortable I was, and how 7 nights of this would really affect me. Worst case he would say no. She raised her voice and was very agitated. She got loud again and told me I should call myself if I wanted to so badly. (She was aware I could not use the messaging system which was only available to her via the app). She got worked up, went to the bedroom to isolate herself, Aaron entered to check on her and talk her through it?, and they both reemerged 10 minutes later like nothing happened. It was creepy like the twilight zone. It seemed to me like she cared about this landlord’s opinion of her more than us. Which was very uncomfortable to realize. We later requested a trip to the store for a fan, but ended up walking ourselves 40 minutes to grab a fan and thermometer. She insisted we were wrong about how hot it was and the thermometer is the only ounce of sanity I could provide myself. I knew I wasn’t crazy.

And we continued our day. Later, in a cafe, I returned to the table after ordering a cool drink when Daisy handed me her phone and demanded I put my card information in. I asked what for and she answered very impatiently it was for swan boats. It irritated her that I dared to ask what I was paying for and participating in. I was shocked and complied quietly, while something in me festered. There was no discussion. Just an expectation that I would hand over my card and fall in line. And I did.

It hurts realizing someone I respected and cared about had no respect or care for me.  I began to wonder what I was providing in this trip other than helping them afford the apartment, groceries, and gas. I realized we probably just a tool to subsidize their vaca. Each event made it clear this friendship was decaying rapidly with slim chance of survival.

The key situation didn’t help.

There was only one key to the Airbnb. Daisy and Aaron had the car, but also insisted they wanted to keep the apartment key at all times while they visited art museums. Dan and I suggested simply trading it back and forth depending on who was closer to the apartment, but that was immediately shut down. Daisy explained it was not fair or right to lock them out of the apartment, and she couldn’t believe we would do that to them.

The result was that whenever our plans differed, Dan and I had two options: be locked inside the apartment or be locked outside of it. It was a helpless and infuriating feeling. Especially on such a hot, sunny day. And being in a tourist spot with panhandlers and odd sorts of people about. It would be nice to have a place to feel safe or cool down when needed.

After a heated call, we decided to all meet up at the apartment to hash it out. We returned to find the host standing outside with two strangers. He claimed he was showing the apartment to potential buyers and also claimed attempts to contact us. None of us had been contacted in any way.

We were immediately creeped out he was prepared to enter the property with strangers while all of our belongings were inside, and with no notice. Airbnb agreed the situation was inappropriate and moved us to a different property.

What frustrated me was that suddenly every complaint I’d been making for days was valid. In the car ride home they bitched about everything that was formerly invisible:

Now the heat was a problem.

Now the smells were a problem.

Now the apartment was terrible.

Now the landlord was a slumlord and a jerk.

For days I felt like Dan and I were difficult for being uncomfortable. The second the hosts became the villain, suddenly everyone agreed.

So anyway. We move forward. New place. New day. Proposal happens and we are all in better spirits. For a brief moment I genuinely thought the rest of the trip might recover.

It didn’t.

The new Airbnb was objectively much nicer. The old problems were gone, but the tension wasn’t.

One of the first things that happened after we arrived was that I jokingly flopped onto the larger bed and dramatically announced, “Dibs, sorry guys.”

I expected maybe some laughter or joking. But Aaron immediately responded, “Really, Sally?”

The tone hit me hard. It sounded like “Why would you think that you would deserve that, and are you really going to be difficult with us?”

The joke lasted maybe two seconds before I didn’t feel like joking anymore. The thought of us being in it was a ridiculous idea to them. I actually didn’t want the room but I was being petty. I wanted them to have a second to feel how the other end felt and poke fun towards it. In fact, after the proposal, I thought it was obvious they should get the nicer room. The intention was to say “just kidding” and tease them a little bit before allowing them to enjoy the privileges of being newly engaged.

What bothered me was realizing they seemed to think so little of us. We looked at train tickets that night but I convinced Dan it would be cheaper to stick out that final day for the communal drive home.

The breaking point came on the final day.

A simple discussion about departure times somehow escalated into a full argument. Screaming included. Not from me. Absolutely ridiculous and silly argument about bagels. Afterwards, Dan and I escaped to cool off and I finally confronted Daisy through text about everything that had been building up throughout the week.

Her response stunned me.

She claimed she had no idea I was unhappy.

She claimed I had never communicated my concerns.

She claimed Dan and I had spent the entire trip pretending everything was fine.

When I reminded her about the conversations we’d had throughout the week regarding the apartment, the key, and everything else, she repeatedly accused me of gaslighting her.

The conversation moved from text messages to phone calls and back again.

Every issue seemed to be denied, minimized, rewritten, or blamed on me.

Eventually Dan found screenshots in our group chat that directly contradicted one of the things she was claiming had happened.

I sent the screenshot.

There was a long silence.

Then she said, “We’re leaving tonight.”

That was it.

At that point Dan and I no longer felt comfortable traveling home with them. We arranged our own transportation back across the Canadian border and spent the remainder of the trip separately.

As a final insult, they threw away a bag containing all of my dirty clothes immediately before leaving. Everything I had worn through the week. Favorite shirts, pants, bras, etc. Aaron apologized at least while Daisy made no peep over the phone.

I considered rescuing them until I went out back and discovered a raccoon guarding the dumpster like he paid rent there. I decided he could keep them. The rabies was not worth it, nor was the cost of rabies shots.

So I came home having spent a week of PTO on one of the most stressful vacations of my life, losing a friendship I’d had since elementary school, and losing the mutual friendships attached to it as well. And my damn clothes.

TL;DR: Helped my best friend’s boyfriend plan a surprise proposal during a week-long Montreal vacation. A terrible Airbnb, multiple sleepless nights, growing tension, and a friendship-ending argument resulted in my partner and I finding our own way home across the Canadian border. The proposal succeeded. The friendship didn’t.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/RefrigeratorGold834 on 2026-06-05 03:07:21+00:00.

For those who don’t live here: many trains in my country have women-only cars during rush hour. They were introduced to curb the rampant groping and upskirt photography that happens when trains become impossibly packed. In that sardine-can chaos, it’s nearly impossible for women to escape or call for help, so these cars exist as a safe space.

Today, I was running horribly late. The train doors were already closing as I sprinted down the platform like a madman. I spotted an opening, dove in—and immediately knew I’d screwed up.

Every single person in that car was a woman.

It was straight out of a zombie movie: the idiot protagonist knocks something over, and everything stops. The entire car turned in eerie unison and stared at me—the lone guy who’d just invaded their sanctuary. The silence was deafening.

I froze. The next station was a solid ten minutes away. Ten. Whole. Minutes.

So there I was, standing awkwardly in the middle of the car, muttering “sorry” to no one in particular, avoiding all eye contact, and desperately trying to shrink myself through sheer willpower. I clutched my bag like a shield and mentally rehearsed my own funeral.

TL;DR: I sprinted onto a train at the last second, accidentally landed in the women-only car, and spent the next ten minutes wishing I could phase through the floor.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/puzzled-bets on 2026-06-05 02:41:25+00:00.

I just realized after listening to a podcast and the phrase was used that I realized, the phrase is “bull in a china shop,” not **“**bull in a china shop.”

For as long as I can remember, I thought the phrase was referring to a “regular bowl” in a fancy china shop. In my head, it meant something or someone that didn’t quite fit in or out of place. Like, a plain bowl surrounded by expensive china seemed out of place, so the it made total sense to me and I never questioned interpretation.

Turns out it’s bull, not bowl. As in a giant bull crashing through a store full of breakable dishes.

Nobody has ever corrected me and I use the phrase in the “bowl” context numerous times a month.

TL;DR: I’ve been very wrong for decades and question my understanding of the English language.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Professional-Cow4193 on 2026-06-04 00:38:23+00:00.

So this happened about a year ago. I had been out on the town and got a bit drunk. Went to get some food then after that, i started walking home.

On my way home I walked by a bar and thought I might as well go in and have a nightcap.

I walked inside and was a bit surprised to see no one inside. Assumed the bartender was in the back doing stuff, and after a few minutes my feeble drunk brain thought it would be okay for me to just pour myself a beer and pay them when they returned. Big mistake.

It turned out that even though the doors were open, the bar was actually closed, so the police showed up a few minutes later to arrest me. At that point I was too drunk and tired to come up with any reasonable explanation for my stupid behavior. I didn't have one anyway.

So, the cops took me in for a medical check to make sure I wasn't completely messed up with drugs or alcohol. Turns out I was fine, just very dumb, so they drove me back home. Got a hefty fine for their trouble. Definitely the most expensive beer I've ever had.

TL;DR: Accidentally stole a beer and got a $900 fine.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FamiliarDirection563 on 2026-06-04 10:51:06+00:00.

Bought a Hisense TV a couple of months ago. The whole time I have wondered why the LCD screen in the remote never displayed anything.

Decided to call Hisense tech support.

Had to LOL when the rep explained it is actually a solar panel to recharge the thing (there's also USB C).

He said that I am far from the first person with the same question.

I think I am going to chuckle every time I pick it up for the rest of my life.

Now I have to keep typing so that my post is more than 750 characters long. It seems a silly restriction when you think about because sometimes brevity can improve a story instead of being long winded. I had posted it OK then I removed a broken link so have to pad it out again.

TL;DR: I thought a solar panel on a TV remote was an LCD screen.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Herecomethefleet on 2026-06-03 21:14:12+00:00.

So our washing machine stank like chips. Not sure how or why but it has been slowly getting worse and clogged over several months. It has slowly been causing our clothes to smell and feel greasy too. My wife has been asking me to deal with it for a couple of weeks and my previous attempt just didn't seem to do the job.

I had the bright idea of loading it with a washing machine cleaner - with acid and then separately hydrogen peroxide.

It has been more than 3 hours and we can't enter the kitchen. Back door is open but whatever unholy concoction I have made burns the lungs, nose, eyes and throat almost as soon as you enter. I'm assuming it's not shifting because it is denser than air.

Any chemists know what chemical reaction is caused by mixing acid with hydrogen peroxide?

TL;DR: Washing machine has left clothes smelling of chips. Thought to solve the problem with two chemicals and created no go zone in our kitchen.

Update:

Thanks for all of the advice. Got someone on their way over to check but from what they're saying so far we probably didn't create Chlorine gas in sufficient density to do any lasting damage. That being said, the problem was two fold. The reaction likely created chlorine gas but also an acidic vapour from the exothermic reaction.

The sour smell was the acid. I'm currently ventilating our kitchen and have put the washing machine on another cycle but they've said we probably shouldn't use it for a day or two because the gas could very well linger.

Update 2: Yes the drain unblocker had chlorine in it not peroxide. They've basically said to make sure I properly read all labels before I put them in the washing machine. They've also advised that I plug the sink so the gas doesn't come up there. They've also said that had I stuck my head in the drum I would have died. Lethal levels of chlorine were present. Rest of the kitchen is finished ventilating.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Beneficial-Bench-435 on 2026-06-03 06:44:53+00:00.

Can't tell anyone so am putting here.

I saw the most stunning butterfly today who was paper thin, almost not there when his wings were closed, but when his wings opened it was the most beautiful organge brown pattern with the big spots and i was admiring him he was soooo beautiful.

I'm a gardener, to avoid using poisons I sometimes use boiling water to kill weeds. I only do this in dense sandy soils so the chance of it hurting any worms or lizards etc. is low.

I was doing the rounds with the boiling water, I got to the spot i had previously seen beautiful boy, completely didn't think, and poured everywhere.

His big wings opened up & he died the what looked like the worst most painful death ever. In this situation i would usually make it a quick death, smash it with a rock or something, but his wings were so beautiful I was so frozen on what to do, and saw him die for way too long. I ended up putting him out of his misery and laying him to rest under a rock.

It was AWFUL. I can't get the image out of my mind, I feel like a monster.

TLDR: Today i fucked up by pouring boiling hot water over the most beautiful butterfly in the world and it died a painful death

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Realistic-Option-158 on 2026-06-03 13:24:00+00:00.

This momentous f-up happened last night/this morning and will haunt me forever. Apologies for any mistakes, I’m still a mess and just needed to get this off my chest.

For background, I have been talking to someone (we'll call him B) on and off for about 7 years now. We had a short fling when we first met, and ever since, he has been constantly traveling. We have stayed in touch when we were single, little flirty exchanges here and there, but nothing substantial. So imagine my excitement when I found out B would be home for a whole week! We instantly knew we wanted to take the opportunity to finally meet up again.

We met up yesterday and the evening was amazing. He was so kind and loving. He was just a wonderful gentleman. We talked a lot, and it turns out travel is winding down, and he's excited about being home. The hope that this could be just the break we needed to give things a real go started creeping in. We have so much in common, our goals align, our politics align - everything was sounding so perfect. And we're both older, so this wasn't just infatuated rose-colored glasses. We both know what we want, and had an honest conversation about it.

The date was going very well, so we decided to go back to his place. I met his cute dog, he gave me a little house tour, yadda yadda. Long story short, I ended up spending the night. The next morning (this morning), as I was getting ready to leave, I realized I couldn't find my socks. I asked B if he'd seen them, and he bolted straight out of bed and started freaking out. I was very confused, asked what was wrong, and he told me his dog eats socks. My stomach immediately sank. Apparently, his dog had eaten a lot of socks and has had several foreign body removal surgeries. So many, in fact, that the vet warned that the dog might have to be euthanized if he were to need another removal because there simply wasn't enough lining left in his stomach. I am full-blown in tears at this point.

Meanwhile, the dog is right there wagging his tail at us. Obviously, this was a complete accident, but B is very, very upset. He is drilling me on when the last time I saw them was, where I put them, etc., and I really didn't know. I don't have a dog, and didn't pay attention at all to where my socks were taken off, let alone when.

So after tearfully apologizing and offering any help I can think of, he asks me to leave and gets the dog ready to go to the vet. I drove home sobbing, sockless in my sneakers serving as a reminder of my insane fuck up. I sent a profuse apology and again offered to help in whatever way I can. I don't expect a response, honestly. This was not intended at all and even though he didn't directly blame me, obviously if his dog has to be put down, it's because of my socks. I am absolutely riddled with guilt, and also selfishly devastated that my chances with this amazing guy are gone.

TL:DR; Completely ruined my chances with an amazing guy because his dog ate my socks and may not survive it.