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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.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/throwawaypoop456 on 2026-06-02 22:26:26+00:00.

So my 19f boyfriend 20m bought me a couple sex toys a couple months ago. I put them in an old shoe box in the corner of my bedroom, at the bottom of a pile of other things that were in storage, all the stuff was in-front of the attic door that is in my bedroom. I completely forgot about them.

My family, my boyfriend and I are all going on holiday at the end of the week. I was away at my boyfriend’s house a few towns over for the weekend. While i was away, my father decided he didn’t want to wait until I came back on Monday to get the suitcases out of the attic. He went into my room with my little brother 18m and began to move all my stuff that was in-front of the attic door.

He found the shoe box, apparently it tipped over and everything inside fell out and he had to rush to put all the items back inside before my little brother saw.

I arrive home on Monday, everything is fine. No one mentions anything. Then on today when we finish eating dinner, my mother leaves to go to a pottery class, my brother goes upstairs, leaving my father and I alone.

He turns round to me and tells me what happened. I am so embarrassed, but then he accuses me of having no respect for him or his house, because I am in possession of these items. I calmly said that it was kind of his own fault, he went looking around in my bedroom without permission, he could have waited until I arrived home the next day. I am an adult, and Its really none of his buisness.

I left the room and went up to my bedroom.

I am mortified, but it was kind of his own fault.

TLDR: my dad found my sex toys.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ChocolateBirdie2020 on 2026-05-31 12:38:44+00:00.

Okay so this happened over the past month but the full picture only came together this week and I needed to tell someone because my roommate is tired of hearing about it

I'm 27, recently relocated to Phoenix from Columbus for a new job, public transit here is basically a joke so I needed wheels fast. Guy from my gym, Derek, was offloading his 2013 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Asked $8,700, said it ran great, just needs a little TLC. I'd seen him drive it around, looked fine to me. Paid the man. Did not ask a single question beyond does the AC work.

(It did. That is the only thing that still works correctly.)

No VIN check. No mechanic inspection. Didn't even google the model year for known issues, which, as I would later find out, was a catastrophic oversight because the 2013 Grand Cherokee has a whole fan club of people on forums documenting exactly what goes wrong with it.

Car was fine for about 11 days. Then one morning I start it up and there's this low grinding noise coming from the front end every time I turn the wheel. I figure maybe it just needs power steering fluid or something. Top it up, noise doesn't go away. Take it to a shop on and the guy puts it on the lift.

Both front wheel bearings are shot. Like, genuinely dangerous to drive. He also notices the rear differential is leaking pretty badly and while he's under there points out that the transfer case has seen better days too. Then he asks when I last had the timing chain looked at. I say I don't know, I just bought it. He goes quiet for a second and says the timing chain tensioner is showing wear and on this engine that's not something you ignore unless you enjoy being stranded.

At this point I'm just staring at the ceiling of the waiting room. He asks if I ran the VIN before buying. I did not. He pulls it up on the spot using a tool turns the monitor toward me and there it is: a flood damage report from 2020, a salvage title that had been washed, and two prior owners I didn't know about. The whole history, just sitting there, free for anyone who bothered to look.

Flood damage. I bought a flood car. In the desert. I live in the desert and I bought a flood car.

Total repair estimate came to $5,800 and that's before touching the timing chain which the mechanic strongly suggested I not ignore. Derek's phone has been going to voicemail since Tuesday.

I've since learned that a washed salvage title is unfortunately not always illegal depending on the state and how it was disclosed, so my lawyer options are murky at best. For now the Jeep sits in my complex parking lot, slowly leaking differential fluid onto the asphalt, judging me.

run the VIN. seriously just run the VIN. it takes four minutes.

TL;DR paid $8,700 for a 2013 Jeep Grand Cherokee from a gym acquaintance without checking anything. Both front wheel bearings shot, rear differential leaking, transfer case worn, timing chain tensioner failing. mechanic ran the VIN on the spot and found flood damage, a washed salvage title, and two undisclosed prior owners. Repair estimate is $5,800+. Derek is not answering his phone.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/No_Demand_8884 on 2026-06-02 16:22:31+00:00.

Hi everyone!! Here’s the link to my original post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/s/MWVG2G3c78

First I wanted to clear up something because I think a few people misunderstood my original post. A lot of comments seemed to think I was considering asking my dad to give the records back or somehow taking back a gift. That’s not really what was happening, my dad owns a small record store and I help him out whenever I can so sometimes if I come across records that seem like a good deal, I’ll buy them and send them to him. He doesn’t pay me back and I don’t get a percentage when he sells them, I’m basically just helping my dad out with inventory so no I wasn’t trying to take a gift back from my dad haha he was completely aware of the situation and actually encouraged me to contact the seller btw, which is exactly what I did.

I messaged the guy and basically told him that after my dad looked through everything, there were a few records in the box that seemed to be worth more than either of us originally thought. The difference wasn’t life changing or anything but it was enough that I felt weird about it and wanted to make sure he knew. I told him that I wanted to give him the chance to look into it and we could figure something out if he felt that was fair. He was honestly pretty surprised that I even reached out. Apparently his father had been sick for years and had Alzheimer’s and because of that the records hadn’t really been touched or cared for in a long time. He said the box I bought had basically been sitting around collecting dust for years and he genuinely wasn’t sure what condition the records were in, which is part of why he priced them the way he did. He did know what records were in the box though, he just didn’t know whether they still had much value because they had been sitting untouched for so long.

Then he told me that apparently he has another box of records that he always assumed was the more valuable collection because they’re in much better condition. He’d been trying to sell those too but was having a hard time figuring out pricing and cataloging everything. At that point he asked if he could get my dad’s contact information so I gave him my dad’s number, gave my dad a heads up and they’ve been talking ever since. Funny enough my dad literally texted me today and told me that this guy apparently went to school with my uncle (my dad’s brother) who passed away over ten years ago, so that was a nice surprise!!

As for the records, they worked out an arrangement themselves. The seller didn’t want to sell the second collection outright because he wasn’t sure what everything was worth, and my dad obviously didn’t want to undervalue anything. So they agreed that my dad would help sell the records individually through the store. My dad will keep 60% and the seller will receive 40% of whatever sells. The seller said he’d rather do that than let the collection sit around indefinitely and he also told my dad something that honestly made me feel really good about reaching out. He said that if the records were going to leave the family anyway, he thinks his father would have preferred them ending up with someone who genuinely understands and loves records.

It turned into a really nice conversation, my dad may have made a new friend, and somehow we discovered that this guy knew my uncle years ago hahah Alsooo for some of the people in the comments who were absolutely convinced this man was going to sue me or accuse me of fraud, demand everything back or launch some kind of legal crusade over a box of dusty records….. I don’t really know what to tell you….. sometimes people are just decent

Anyway thank you to everyone who encouraged me to reach out. I’m really glad I did!!

TL;DR: I reached out to the seller and told him some of the records might be worth more than we originally thought. He appreciated the honesty and ended up connecting directly with my dad. They worked out a deal for another collection of records he was trying to sell and somehow we discovered he went to school with my late uncle.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/jackwoodards on 2026-06-01 19:44:47+00:00.

Hey Reddit, I need to share this before I spontaneously combust from second-hand embarrassment.

Last night I was up at 3am after the worst work week ever — endless deadlines, my micromanaging boss breathing down my neck, and those soul-crushing 2-hour meetings that could’ve been emails. I was stress-eating a whole pint of ice cream in my pajamas when I decided to vent to my best friend. I recorded a full 47-second voice note absolutely roasting everything: my stupid cubicle, the fake corporate jargon, how my boss always takes credit for my work, and how I’m one bad day away from quitting. I went OFF.

Except my fat fingers betrayed me and I sent it straight to my boss instead of my friend.

This morning I woke up to his reply at 6:47am: just “same”. No explanation. No follow-up. Nothing.

Now I’m sitting at my desk pretending to work while internally dying. Do I bring it up in our 1-on-1? Laugh it off? Update my resume and start applying elsewhere? Or just change my name and move to another country? TLDR

What’s the most unhinged thing you’ve ever accidentally sent to the wrong person? I need to know I’m not alone in this chaos.

(Throwing the last shreds of my dignity to the Reddit wolves for your entertainment)

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Western-Pie6135 on 2026-06-02 02:10:14+00:00.

TIFU by trying to be the cool boss and almost burning down the office on my last day.

I was quitting my toxic management job after 4 years of soul crushing bullshit. 60+ hour weeks, micromanaging executives, pointless meetings about meetings the whole corporate nightmare. On my final day I wanted to leave on a high note and “bless” the team with a massive pizza party. I went all out and rented one of those big outdoor wood-fired pizza ovens you see at festivals.

I set it up on the rooftop deck of our 5-story office building because it had a nice view and plenty of space. The team was hyped. People were laughing, taking photos, actually bonding for once instead of staring at Slack. I felt like a legend.

Turns out the deck was made of composite wood/plastic material and those ovens get insanely hot (like 800+ degrees). About 20 minutes in, we start smelling smoke. Then we see actual flames licking up from the deck boards. Panic sets in. Someone hits the fire alarm. The whole building gets evacuated. Fire trucks show up with sirens blaring. It was pure chaos people in suits standing on the street watching the “pizza incident” unfold.

Thankfully no one got hurt and the fire was contained quickly. The best part? Since I had already officially clocked out 30 minutes earlier, I still got my full exit bonus and severance. HR was too busy dealing with the fire department to care about the details. Now the team calls me “The Final Boss” and keeps sending me memes about it.

Looking back, it was the perfect chaotic send off to a job I hated. I traded the corporate ladder for actual freedom and haven’t looked back. Sometimes the best exits are the ones that go up in flames literally.

TL;DR: Tried to leave my toxic job on a high note with a rooftop pizza party using a massive outdoor oven. Ended up almost burning the entire office building down instead. Still got my bonus and became office legend. Best fuck up ever.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/No_Demand_8884 on 2026-06-02 00:07:58+00:00.

So this is less of a “I did something stupid” and more of a “I did something unknowingly shady and now I can’t sleep”. Some context my dad (64M) went through a rough divorce about 5 years ago and lost a lot in the process. He’s doing way better now and recently turned his lifelong passion for vinyl into a small online record store. I’m 28F and whenever I can, I help him out like buying used records at thrift stores and flea markets that kind of thing.

Last week I spotted someone selling a box of used records on Facebook Marketplace. I knew what was inside of the box but I didn’t know how much it was actually worth it since I’m not an expert like my dad is and shipped it straight to my dad’s place because the guy seemed pretty solid.

So yeah about that….. Turns out the box had almost the entire Beatles discography, Queen, Michael Jackson, and apparently some pretty rare stuff my dad couldn’t even fully price on the spot. The seller was a young guy whose father had just passed away and was clearing out his things. He had no idea what he had and neither did I honestly but my dad sure did, and his first reaction was to ask me if I knew what was in there and took advantage of the guy. I didn’t obviously but that question has been living in my head rent free since.

I’m genuinely considering reaching back out to the seller and offering him more money. Not the full market value (my dad does need to make a profit and I definitely don’t have money for that) but something that feels fair and doesn’t make me feel like I robbed a grieving man. I just don’t want to be that person who capitalized on someone’s loss….. What would you do?

TL;DR: Bought a mystery box of records from a guy clearing out his late father’s stuff, turned out to be worth way more than I paid, and now I feel terrible about it and can’t decide whether to reach back out and offer him more money.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/jearl100 on 2026-05-31 10:38:22+00:00.

This started about 3 weeks ago. one of the handles on our kitchen cabinet just... snapped off, like, completely. It was one of those cheap brushed nickel ones that came with the house when we bought it in 2019, and honestly i always hated them. My partner said just leave it, we'll get a replacement, but i had a day off on tuesday and thought how hard can it be.

Went to a store. spent like 47 minutes in the hardware aisle, bought a handle that was almost the same but not quite, hole spacing was off by like 4mm. Drilled new holes, now there's a cabinet with 4 holes in it and two handles that don't match.

At this point i've committed. i can't have ONE nice handle and 22 ugly ones. so i went down a rabbit hole that night (it was like 11:30pm, bad idea) looking at kitchen handles. Ended up finding actually decent stuff, bought a set of matte black bar pulls, 128mm, enough for the whole kitchen. Not cheap, came to about $190 all up, but shipping was fast and they were solid.

here's where the TIFU actually happens.

I didn't measure the cabinet faces properly before drilling. i used the old hole spacing (96mm) as my guide for the first six cabinets before realising the new handles were 128mm centres. So now six cabinets have ghost holes behind the handle that you can see if you open the door at the right angle. My partner found them on saturday.

she was... quiet, which is worse than yelling tbh.

I've since filled them with wood filler and touched them up but you can still kind of tell. The handles look great though. genuinely. the kitchen looks a thousand times better. i just can't open cabinet number 3 from the left without having a small internal crisis.

TL;DR: replaced one broken cabinet handle, ended up buying a whole new set for the kitchen, drilled the wrong holes in 6 cabinets, hid it with wood filler, wife knows 👍 .

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Stunning-Air-9600 on 2026-06-01 10:40:55+00:00.

This happened slowly and then all at once so bear with me. Last january my dentist told me i had a small cavity forming on my lower left molar and that i should come back in 6 weeks to get it filled before it got worse. She was very clear, "don't wait on this one!!" her exact words. I nodded, said absolutely, booked the appointment, and then cancelled it three days later because i had work stuff and honestly it didn't hurt so how bad could it be.

I rescheduled. cancelled again. Told myself i'd go after the holidays. Then after my birthday, then when things calm down at work, things did not calm down at work btw. It didn't hurt. that was the thing. I kept using that as my excuse, no pain = no problem, right? right?

So fast forward to two weeks ago. I'm eating dinner, nothing crazy, just pasta and something happens in my mouth that i can only describe as a "wrongness" not even pain immediately, just wrong. I knew immediately, the way you know. The pain showed up about 4 hours later and it was not messing around. I'm talking waking up at 3am, can't think straight, whole left side of my face throbbing, took 800mg of ibuprofen and it took the edge off for maybe 90 minutes, i called in sick to work, which i have not done in 2 years. Went to dentist the next morning because they had same-day availability and at that point i would have gone literally anywhere. Sat in the chair looking like a man who had made poor life choices (accurate). Dentist pulls up my x-ray and does this little pause that no patient ever wants to see and goes so this has progressed quite a bit.

Yeah, i know, i was there for the whole journey, thanks 👍 .

What was a small cavity in january that would've been a routine $180 filling is now a full root canal + crown situation, we're talking $1,400 out of pocket after insurance. One thousand four hundred dollars because i couldn't find 45 minutes to go to an appointment for 8 months 👍 .

I'm not even mad at anyone else, that's the worst part. my dentist told me, she was so nice about it too which somehow makes it so much worse, i wanted her to yell at me, i deserved to be yelled at.

Currently eating on one side of my mouth, waiting for the follow-up appointment, and thinking about all the things i could've bought with $1,400 👀 . Do not be me, go to your appointments, i am begging you.

TL;DR dentist told me to come back in 6 weeks for a small filling, i ghosted her for 8 months, now i need a root canal and i'm $1,400 poorer and in constant pain, completely my fault.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Selkie_Love on 2026-06-01 10:23:57+00:00.

I've been around Reddit awhile. I've seen some of the epic length TIFU's. I always thought 'this wouldn't happen to me'.

Well. I am here to eat crow and smell flowers. BECAUSE I CAN ACTUALLY SMELL THEM!!

I was a sniffler as a kid. Which is why this is a TIFU.

I never really had a good sense of smell. People would need to point things out to me. I just didn't notice them. Yeah, flowers smelled like something when I stuck my nose in them and inhaled deeply, and I could smell garlic on a kiss. Really basic stuff with the strongest of smells.

I kept hearing how humans had a poor sense of smell, and figured what I was smelling was normal.

Eventually, I worked out that my sense of smell was diminished, and went to the doctor to get it checked out. He confirmed I did have a sense of smell, just a poor one, but since I was smelling? It wasn't actually an issue.

I figured there was no sense in crying over spilt milk. I wasn't going to smell things nearly as well as everyone else, but why let it be a problem? I accepted my sense of smell was shit, and moved on with my life. With the occasional frustrated comment from my wife. ("What do you mean, you can't smell that!?")

Plus, there were SOME benefits. Gross jobs weren't as gross. I couldn't tell the difference between 'fancy' versions of food and the 'basic' stuff. Hey, silver linings everywhere, right?

Then I got sick.

Not TERRIBLY sick, but it was a bad, bad viral cough that I couldn't shake. Then I got a secondary bacterial infection, and had to go to the doctor. She prescribed me penicillin for the bacterial infection... and while we're at it, a nasal steroid.

That steroid has been life-changing. I sprayed it, and I could FEEL my sinuses expand. It hurt, and I swear I could feel air in my forehead. Only on one side.

All this to say - I CAN SMELL STUFF NOW!

It's WILD. There's a whole world of scents and other stuff out there that I was completely missing!

Best we can tell, I sniffed so much as a kid that I completely packed my sinuses, or otherwise made them unhappy. Apply nasal steroid to the problem, they opened back up, and I can SMELL!

I'd say more on the topic, but I want to keep exploring stuff. Like... garlic smells REALLY strong, even in the kitchen. Who would've thunk?

TL;DR: No sense of smell for 30 years, now I have one!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/emokiddo00002 on 2026-05-31 06:01:21+00:00.

this is what i sent:

hank you for you kind response, this is my transcript. Isnit possible also to know, 

• if i take an intensive corse to b1 would it still be possible for me to attend lessons and maybe understand s tinynoart of it but still take the exam in english
• which german courses wiukdnyounraccoment that are less harder for someone spesking the langueage not so well ( examples, usic basic therms or only formulas eithout much german to understand)

kind regards,

this is what i sent the morning after:

Oh my God, I was falling asleep and didn't notice all the typos. This is the correct version. I'm so sorry about this.

Thank you for your kind response. This is my transcript.

I would like to ask a few questions regarding my future studies:

• If I take an intensive course to reach B1 level, would it be possible for me to attend lessons and maybe understand a tiny part of them—while still taking the exams in English?

- Which German courses would you recommend that are less difficult for someone who does not speak the language very well? I am looking for options that focus on basic terminology or primarily use formulas.

-I have seen that the Engineering faculty offers courses in English. Would it be possible for me to take one, even if it is outside of my faculty?

Kind regards,

TL;DR: Sent an email to a professor about my academic future in Germany, but I was so tired I sent a complete disaster full of typos. Sent a "corrected version" the next morning—the cringe is real, hope he doesn't think i'm stupid

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/yacht_boy on 2026-06-01 02:07:45+00:00.

My good friend's mom died recently. My wife sent me a screengrab of the info and we agreed that I should go to the service to be there for him. I put it in the calendar about 10 days ago, and we both just went about our lives planning on me being gone from the house all day today.

So this morning I got myself out of bed at an unnaturally early hour for a Sunday, took a shower, grabbed a suit, drove 90% of the way, changed my clothes in a NY State rest area handicapped stall, and showed up at the designated time and place to find a bunch of locked doors. Went back to my text message thread with my wife to make sure I had the right address and noticed that it said "Saturday, May 30" and did a massive facepalm.

Called my friend but since he wasn't expecting me and he was with his family grieving his mom, he didn't pick up. Left a sheepish voice mail and sent him a text, hung around this random upstate NY town for an hour google stalking his dad and trying to figure out where he might live so I could swing by just to give him a hug, gave up and drove back to Boston.

I missed a weekend day with my wife and kids, spent $120 on gas and tolls, and my friend didn't even get to feel the love. But at least I got to eat a terrible overpriced chicken sandwich at McDonald's at a highway rest stop for lunch!

tl;dr I fucked up a calendar entry and drove over 400 miles for nothing

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/PrataCedar on 2026-05-31 15:46:12+00:00.

This was two days ago and I keep randomly remembering it at inconvenient moments.

I left my previous job about three months ago, been applying around since. Got an interview last week at a place I actually wanted, did my research, felt okay going in. The hiring manager was relaxed, conversation was going fine, I was answering things without embarrassing myself.

Then she asked why I wanted to work there specifically. Standard question, I knew it was coming, I had an answer prepared.

I said I was really excited about the direction that my previous company's name was taking.

Not a stumble, not a half-correction. Full company name. The wrong one. Said with complete confidence.

She paused and said "sorry, you mean us?" I said yes, misspoke, sorry, and kept talking. I dont know what I said after that. Something came out of my mouth for the next thirty seconds but I wasnt processing any of it because part of my brain had just left the building.

The rest of the interview was fine I think. She said theyd follow up.

That was 48 hours ago. Still waiting. Every time my phone buzzes I look at it and then feel relieved and disappointed at the same time depending on what it is.

TL;DR Got asked why I wanted to work at a company, said the name of my previous employer instead. Interviewer corrected me. Still waiting to hear back and would prefer not to think about it but keep thinking about it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AdoraBelleQueerArt on 2026-05-30 17:18:10+00:00.

So This actually happened last night and i am PAYING for it today. So every night i take an edible to knock my ass out b/c it’s the only thing that’s ever worked for insomnia (thank you IL & MMJ). While i was sitting in bed watching Suliyaki Western Django (it’s so good normally, but when that gummy hits…. dang - 10/10 do recommend) i accidentally ended up absentmindedly snacking on my Dreamsicle flavored magnesium glycinate gummies.

Clarifying edit: Magnesium citrate is the liquid form they give you to clear you out b/c it is a powerful laxative. Magnesium glycinate helps with sleep, stress, anxiety, etc. It takes a lot more of the 2nd to have a laxative effect.

While they’re not magnesium citrate i can attest to the fact that enough magnesium glycinate will keep you next to a bathroom and popping anti-diarrheals like crazy while crying “HOW IS THERE ANYTHING LEFT???? HOOOOW???????”

Not that i think it really matters, but i had also run out of munchies (i had planned to go grocery shopping today) so that too was working against me. But something similar has happened before like where i accidentally ended up munching on edibles and got too stoned to sleep - basically my brain doesn’t really work in that state and i should really prepare for that lolsob

I’ve learned my lesson and My gummies will now live in the bathroom to avoid this happening again. But now I'm prepared for my future colonoscopy prep. Solidarity to the Gen Xers going through those.

Please pray for me and my poor stomach (preferably rattling your drawers to Anoia)

TL;DR i absentmindedly ate too many (delicious) magnesium gummies while stoned last night and am now paying the price.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/BamutMoss on 2026-05-30 07:40:40+00:00.

This was three hours ago and I can still taste it.

I'm staying at my grandparents place for a few weeks. One bathroom between three people, various cups and things around the sink, grandad keeps his dentures in a glass overnight. I knew this. I walk past it every day.

Last night I woke up really thirsty and went to the bathroom half asleep. There was a glass on the shelf with clear liquid in it. I picked it up and drank most of it before anything registered.

It was not water.

I dont know how to describe the taste except that it was chemical and it went straight to the back of my throat and stayed there. I spat into the sink, ran the tap, cupped water directly into my mouth for probably longer than was dignified, brushed my teeth. Went back to bed. Could not sleep. Lay there in the dark thinking about the choices that had led me to this moment.

Looked up the product this morning. Not toxic in small amounts. I actually felt relieved which tells you something about how the night was going.

I rinsed the glass and refilled it and put his dentures back before he woke up. He made me tea this morning and asked if I slept well and I said yes fine thanks and that was that.

TL;DR Woke up thirsty, grabbed what I thought was water, drank most of my grandfather's denture solution in one go, survived, he has no idea, would prefer to keep it that way.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Self-proclaimed_god on 2026-05-30 01:02:28+00:00.

I play in my school orchestra. I have shitty health. I take medicine every night to ensure I don't suddenly die. (Over exaggerating here but they're necessary).

Usually we aren't allowed our phone on stage, but alas, I'm really fucking stupid and I forgot to leave it in the break room. I go on stage. I play. Everything seemed so well. I swear I was doing such a good job. First time I played so fluidly. Midway through the concert I feel a buzz in my pocket. My alarm for meds went off. I left my instrument with my friend and ran off the stage to close it. Came back, finished the whole concert after doing my best not to fuck up.

My friends found it funny.

Random people came up to me after to say seeing me mysteriously run off was amazing.

My classmates promised nobody heard anything.

People are trying to reassure me that nobody would remember.

My teacher is thankfully not mad.

I am still very, very mortified.

TL;DR: TIFU by not leaving my phone and having my alarm ring mid concert

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Mad_Possums12 on 2026-05-29 04:30:00+00:00.

Didn’t happen today, but a few months ago. Apologies in advance for length, grammar/spelling errors, and rambling. I hope I posted this in the right place 😅

When my husband (23) and I (22) got engaged, we decided we’d have a short engagement followed by a micro wedding and a larger reception a year later. This is due to a few of the people we love most having health issues/being advanced in age and us wanting to make sure we could share this important life event with them.

We aren’t the most religious couple, so we opted to have a short non-religious ceremony based solely on our love story. We wanted the traditional scripts of “do you take [fiancé] to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, etc.” The only addition was that we wanted to say, “May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. If you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because I couldn't live a day without you,” to each other at the beginning of the ceremony. All of this was explained to the hired officiant (late 50s maybe), along with the general vibe of the ceremony, dress code, the expectation that he wouldn’t bring anyone, and the request that he not wear heavy cologne or smell of cigarette smoke at the ceremony in respect of the allergies/sensitivities of those in attendance (the smoke part was specified due to a previous situation we had regarding a different professional and my wedding dress). He agreed to everything and assured us he did not even smoke.

We had a rehearsal the day before and asked him to attend, but he assured us it wasn’t necessary since we were having a micro wedding. This felt weird, but I’m not an officiant, so I trusted him.

Now to the day of: While I’m getting ready and the photographer is getting pictures, the officiant comes in to collect my engagement ring as well as my husband's ring… He reeked of smoke. We had also previously stated that we’d carry each other's rings down ourselves, but I was too nervous and caught off guard to say anything about either thing.

While everyone was processing in, I waited at the top of the stairs and looked down the side of them, where I could see an older woman I didn’t know in a bright red knee-length dress sitting in a chair at the back of the room. I was confused, but I was upstairs alone and unable to ask anyone about it.

Time to walk down the stairs and meet my dad at the end to walk down the aisle. The photographer is snapping pictures, I’m nervous because I’m not used to having all eyes on me, and I see the same woman in the red dress sitting where she’ll be photobombing most of the pictures of us walking down. Again, I didn’t have the wherewithal to stop walking and ask her to move.

As the ceremony starts, the officiant asks us to turn to our guests and says something like, “because this is for y’all as well,” before saying a few words. At this time, I notice the woman is now sitting on the groom's side, where only his father, sibling, and one grandparent are seated. Everyone sits again, and the officiant starts talking about a book he’s going to quote: what time it was written, the ethnicity of the man who wrote it, the man’s profession, and that it's full of essays about marriage. Honestly, the quote didn’t make sense. I have since asked my husband, sibling, parents, and grandparent. They all said they were confused. He then proceeded to say the quote my husband and I were supposed to say to each other to open the ceremony to us. He had us repeat, “[Fiancé], I take you to be my spouse and my partner for life. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, richer or poorer, sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. And so I pledge myself to you. There will be no other. I give you this ring as a sign of my vow to love, honor, and cherish you, and I promise to always be your friend.” He talks about what makes a good marriage, then says congratulations. We never said “I do.”

Before leaving for cocktail hour, we waited by the papers for a few minutes to do the signing, but he told us he already did it. We had planned to do it in front of everyone and told him this prior.

After we received the wedding photos, we realized that his wife, the woman in red, was indeed scowling in my pictures with my dad. She also prevented us from getting any photos of just my husband’s family during the ceremony, since she was blocking at least one person in every shot while frowning. In every photo, she stood out in her bright red mini dress against the muted, cool-toned backdrop of floor-length formal gowns.

If I would’ve insisted on him attending the rehearsal, I feel like most of these blunders wouldn’t have happened and I’d be able to look at my wedding pictures without feeling cheated.

TL;DR: didn’t insist officiant come to rehearsal. He smelled strongly of cigarette, brought his grumpy wife (who was inappropriately dressed and photobombed most pictures), and didn’t say the right things during the ceremony.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Bytusyc on 2026-05-29 15:17:00+00:00.

This was last Thursday and I'm still a bit raw about it honestly.

Long day at work, left around 10pm, got on the last train home. Six stops, maybe fifteen minutes, I've done it hundreds of times. I put my headphones in and I remember thinking I'd just rest my eyes for a bit because I was absolutely done and the carriage was warm and quiet and that was genuinely the last thought I had for a while.

I woke up because it was too quiet. No movement, no announcements, nothing. I pulled my headphones out and the carriage was empty. I looked out the window and there was no platform. Just darkness and other trains parked in rows and some lights far away that were definitely not a station.

I walked through the whole train looking for anyone. Found the driver eventually doing paperwork in the cab at the front. He looked up and just went completely still for a second, like he was trying to figure out where I had come from. Turns out nobody had checked the carriages before driving it into the depot which I think is somewhat on them but I also fell asleep on a train so.

He called someone, got me a taxi back to the nearest station, very apologetic about the whole thing. I got home at 1am. My fifteen minute commute.

TL;DR Fell asleep on the last train, woke up alone in a depot, had to be rescued by the driver who had no idea I was there.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FitAbroad5494 on 2026-05-29 09:13:44+00:00.

me 23M was taking care of my friends pets and garden. there is 2 valves on his hose and I turned the one on the tip of the hose off... and forgot to turn off the one coming out of the ground. he calls me telling me it exploded and flooded his yard. and the water was running like that for 8 hours. and that the water bill would be very expensive... problem is is that he was paying me to take care of the cats and the plants so I'm 1 assuming I'm not getting payed and 2 I'm assuming I'm going to be paying him now. and I'm fine with that. but he would rather deal with that in person. when id rather get it sorted out now and rest easy. I'm already stressed about a job interview same day

he said that we would deal with it in person...

I'm assuming the water bill is going to be $100 more cuz of what happened. but i searched online and it doesn't seem like it would be that expensive... RIGHT?

TL:DR: he is not back yet... ill update when it is

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Alarming-Heat-2476 on 2026-05-29 02:30:37+00:00.

So for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a dog that I could call my own. I had a family dog that I stole when I went to college, but after he passed away after 13 long, amazing years, I had a gigantic hole in my heart that only another dog could fill. I had to get a puppy because of my roommate’s dog, and I was okay with that! It was finally my time to shine. I found the sweetest little boy that reminded me of my last dog, and had the same color eye as my family. After talking with his foster mom and learning that he’s a bit of a meat-head, I decided on a few names and had the foster mom choose what fit his personality best. We ended up with Kevin, and I loved it. It was perfect!! After all of the paperwork, my mom and I end up driving four hours to pick up this sweet puppy rescue, and sweet Kevin is officially my sweet baby boy.

Months pass and he’s 18 1/2 weeks old. He’s teething, he’s got potty training down, and the only issue is him screaming in the crate while I’m at work. My roommate and I are downstairs, taking shots and enjoying the end of a crappy day, and I bring up a shirt that I want to wear to pride. It causes the conversation to steer toward people I’ve kissed, and I bring up that the only person I’ve kissed was… and I pause. I realize. My roommate realizes. I’m speechless, she’s screaming across the room because she realizes too. I have named my first puppy the same name as the one and only guy I’ve kissed. I’m not hung up on this guy, he was very sweet, but I realized I’m very strongly a lesbian shortly after I broke up with him.

I had absolutely no intentions of naming him after the last man I dated, I am very happy with my orientation. It was just a VERY unfortunate situation that I realized 7 WEEKS after naming my new puppy.

TLDR: I, a lesbian, named my new puppy Kevin without thinking of my ex’s names. The last boy I dated was named Kevin.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/bvckarthi on 2026-05-29 05:12:03+00:00.

I (M29) work as a consultant for a Norway-based company, but my client is located in Singapore. I’m currently on an 8-month contract that requires me to fly out to the client's office for one week every month. On my very first trip, I instantly clicked with the director of the team, who is also my client manager. He’s originally from my hometown but settled in Singapore. Before my second trip, I asked if he needed anything from back home, and I happily brought over a few things for him and his family. He was super grateful and insisted I come over to his house for dinner. At the time, I genuinely didn't have any free time, so I politely declined.

Fast forward to my third trip. While taking the MRT from the airport to my hotel, I noticed a beautiful, elegant Indian woman(F25) standing next to me. We shared a smile, got off the train, and went our separate ways. Later that evening, I went to a food court next to my hotel to grab some dinner. I was sitting by myself when she suddenly walked up and sat right across from me. I flirtatiously asked her, "Are you following me?" She laughed, said it wasn't like that, and we ended up talking and having dinner together. We exchanged numbers before parting ways.

I’m honestly terrible at texting, so I didn't message her right away. Meanwhile, my client manager kept inviting me over for dinner, and I kept dodging his requests, blaming it on work. A few days later, I bumped into the girl again at the same food court. She playfully called me out for not texting her, so I asked if she wanted to go on a proper date that Friday. She said yes, and I actually changed my return flight from Friday evening to Saturday morning just to make it happen. We went on a super romantic date that she planned out completely, roaming the streets of Singapore until 3 AM before my 6:30 AM flight.

After that, we officially started a long-distance relationship. We constantly texted and called, and whenever I flew to Singapore, I spent all my free time taking her out. My client manager was still pestering me to come over for dinner, but I eventually told him that I had started dating a local woman and she was keeping me pretty busy.

This week is the 7th month of my contract. My girlfriend got sick for a couple of days and told me she was going to stay at her parents' place to rest and eat some home-cooked food. Since my schedule suddenly freed up, I told my client manager that I’d finally love to take him up on that dinner offer. We scheduled it for Thursday.

I arrived at his house, completely oblivious, just chatting with his wife. Then, he started talking about his family. He mentioned he has one son and two daughters, and pointed to a family photo on the TV stand.

My stomach completely dropped. His eldest daughter is none other than my girlfriend. And she was sleeping in the room right next door.

I somehow kept a completely straight face. Just as his wife announced dinner was ready and went to knock on her daughter's door, I excused myself to the restroom. I frantically texted my girlfriend: "Whatever happens, DO NOT react to anything."

She came out to the dining room. When my manager introduced his daughter to me, she looked at me, said absolutely nothing, and played along perfectly. We sat through the entire dinner in agonizingly quiet tension, finished our food, and I got out of there as fast as I could. As soon as I left, she texted me: "What just happened?!" I called and told her everything.

I am still in complete shock. Reddit, I have no idea what to do. Should I tell my client manager about this? Do we keep it a secret? How do I navigate this without blowing up my contract and my relationship?

TL;DR: Met a girl while traveling for work in Singapore and started dating her. Spent months dodging my client manager's dinner invitations to spend time with her. Finally accepted his dinner invite when my girlfriend went to her parents' house sick. Walked into his house and realized my manager is her dad. Sat through the most awkward dinner of my life. Need advice on whether to come clean.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/musicwithbarb on 2026-05-28 23:31:50+00:00.

For context, I am completely blind since birth. I am relatively "normal" otherwise. Except when I jam my foot squarely inside my mouth. Also, worth noting,I took a pretty solid edible before this happened. So, I sometimes swim at this pool in our city. It's a therapy pool. So it has a few different levels with steps, and it has several sets of parallel bars that people can use to do exercise. The pool is meant for rehab. But people from the community can come and use the pool in the afternoons. It's beautiful and so relaxing.

So I'm in there today, talking to my husband and sister who are with me. We're having a chill time when, all of a sudden, this woman starts walking back and forth near me. So she's letting me know that she's moving around me. She tells me that she is doing her exercises. Now, what I am good at, normally, is giving people advice and encouragement to keep it up and hey! Maybe you wanna try something fun, maybe a touch more challenging. Just to mix it up a little bit. So I say, proudly because this is obviously the best idea anyone's ever had, "Hey! Youknow what you should do? Have you ever tried walking along the bars but only using your arms? So just grab the bars with both hands and just use them! To walk! It'll be really fun! You should try!"

She responded snippily, "I can't do that!" "Well why not?" I insist? "It's fun! Look! I am blind and I can do it no problem!"

She is clearly pissed when she says I can't do it, because I only have one arm."

Lord, just go ahead and let me drown here at the bottom of the pool, because I can't bear the shame. Everyone I've told this story to, including the woman in question, all said it was fine because I couldn't have known, what with the whole being blind thing. But it is still god damn mortifying! How do you even come back from that?

Well great question. My brilliant plan was to drop a fun etymology fact on her! So I said "Hey! So your name is Celia. Isn't that based on the word for "sky"?

Nope. According to her it absolutely is not. But jokes on her, because I just looked it up and I'm actually right! It means heavenly and will come from the same root as ciel meaning sky. So there, Celia. I do know things! TLDR: A I, a blind woman, told a one armed lady to walk along parallel bars with both of her arms and don't use her legs. Gaaaaaaaaaaa I'm fucking stupid!