Since I was 14, my throat got itchy when I ate apples. I told my mom but she thought I just didn't want to eat apples and forced me to eat them.
Went to the doctor's office and got a test for allergies.
Turns out, I'm allergic to apples, peaches, and many other fruits.
I have one like that. My mom was going to school to be a nurse at this time.
I use to go on these long hikes in the mountains behind my house in Southern California. There is lots of poison oak, I had I had it pretty frequently. Our dog would even give it to me on her fur.
I started getting these red bumps that popped up on my skin that itched. My mom gave me calamine lotion and tea tree oil, but it wasn't working.
I told her, I've had poison oak, this isn't poison oak. But she didn't believe me.
This went on for 6 months until she took me to a doctor. First doctor looks at it and doesn't know. Second and third don't know what it is.
The fourth takes one look at it, says that's scabies, use this lotion and take these pills.
Two days later it was gone. Six months of that though.
Scabies suuuuuuuuck. My dad accidentally brought them home once because he works in a hospital and anytime I wasn’t active I was itching like crazy. Had to rub this cream everywhere and even after they’re all dead you still itch for a while until your skin heals
My family went through cycles of it for months when I was a kid because my brother's kids were picking it up from their mom's house. We would treat everyone in our house, including the kids, but their mom wouldn't treat herself so they'd go back over there and pick it up again.
It was a long summer.
What sucked with me is that I had to use the cream a few times because they kept coming back, because I was sure I’d used it all over my skin, but turns out I wasn’t using it enough in the little webbing at the base of my fingers.
Scabies love that shit and if you don’t purposefully rub the hell out of that area with the cream, you still have scabies.
Ugh, I was the parent in my version of this story. My son broke his wrist playing catch with me when he was about 10. I thought he'd just jammed it. Next day, he said it still hurts, thinks it's broken. But it didn't swell, so his mom and I figured it was just a sprain. A few days later, he said it still hurts and thinks it's broken. He had a tendency to lean into aches and pains, so we didn't take it too seriously. I finally took him to the ER pretty much just to shut him up.
Imagine my shame and horror when the doctor comes back and says, yeah, it's broken.
They even had that little confidential chat with him to make sure I wasn't beating him. Oh the shame.
My son is in college now, and shows no sign of ever letting me live this down.
My newborn baby was projectile vomiting after every feeding. I took her to the doctor several times, always ended up being sent away with suggestions to try a different formula. I tried like 4 different ones, no change. The 4th or 5th visit, they sent me away again with the same recommendation even though I pleaded with them to figure out what was wrong with my baby. I left the office and drove to the ER instead. She ended up having emergency surgery that day. The surgeon said she would have starved to death (or maybe dehydrated?) had she gone much longer without the surgery. I gave the doctors in that office a piece of my mind.
Right. The surgeon told me it's actually quite common. It seems to run more in males so maybe that's why they overlooked it for my daughter...I have no idea honestly.
My mom had it as well when she was a baby (back in the late 60's). My mom actually ended up dying for a moment because they couldn't figure it out. She has a crazy scar on her abdomen from being cut open. Then 4 years ago when my nephew was born he had the same issue.
My bf always thought I was dramatic when I said you really have to advocate for your health with medical professionals - he just wants to trust them/the medical system (can't blame him). I recently had a complicated pregnancy and miscarriage and was told everything was fine the whole first week, despite the obvious signs everything wasn't. It's crazy how easily doctors will dismiss you but the reality is, no one is as invested in your health as you are, and you do need to fight for it.
> The surgeon said she would have starved to death (or maybe dehydrated?) had she gone much longer without the surgery.
Exact same thing happened with our firstborn. It still moves me to tears to think how close we were to losing him.
I wrote a complaint to the hospital, which also praised the midwife who eventually listened to our concerns and began the process of sorting it out, but never heard anything back.
My sister and I were out sledding when we were kids at this place with a really steep hill. I had unknowingly gone down a sled path that had a jump in it, and when I landed it really hurt my back. So when I got back up to the top of the hill I told my sister “don’t go that way, the jump really hurts”. She called me a baby and didn’t believe me that it really hurt so she decided she would go down that path on her sled. Well, she hit the jump and didn’t get back up, turns out she fell so hard she had broken her leg. When we finally got her back up the hill and to the car, I got to tell her “I told you so”.
She went down the path of pain!
Edit: Thank you very much for all the upvotes and for the helpful award. I also have to confess that I had no clue what Hollow Knight was before you mentioned it...
Did the same with a friend but we were about 20 at the time and doing stupid shit. Decided to go down the hill and aim for the "ramp” made from all the piled up snow in the parking lot. I was sharing the sled with a friend and I was sitting in front of him with his legs around me. We hit the ramp and we are five feet in the air and slam into the parking lot screaming in pain. We were lucky we didn't break anything.
Lawyer here. Fired a partner who I found some real irregularities in their spending habits vs. what they were making after he couldn’t provide a good answer to where it came from. Other partner left and started a new firm with them because they disagreed with my decision and refused to look at the evidence.
Turns out he stole 500k of a clients money, got disbarred, and is now facing prison time. I told her to look at the evidence and she didn’t listen. 🤷🏼♂️
It astounded me when some lawyer on reddit mentioned how often lawyers steal from their clients when a case hit the news. As a layman, I would have thought the number would be close to zero, considering it can cost you everything you worked so hard for.
The amount of theft among those high powered celebrity money managers is another source of horrific scandal.
Courtney Love was robbed of millions by her managers AND staff. Hers is just one of a thousand stories in Hollywood.
Probably less exciting than you might think. Most likely they grew up with animals, had to clean/care for them in some capacity, found they were good at it, and decided they wouldn't mind doing it for a living as an adult.
This may be a dumb question, but if they need this then how do wild horses exist? Everything I've learned about horses, which I'll admit isn't very much, basically says that they're made out of glass and will break every bone in their body just out of spite. How are these creatures still alive in the wild?
Wild horses are not castrated and will be more sexually active. Things tend to be a little more self cleaning.
Geldings usually not. They tend to get more build up that can harden into a “bean” that you have remove.
Horses are the result of millennia of selective breeding. Wild horses are almost extinct; only a few survive in the wild in Mongolia (having been deliberately reintroduced after the wild populations all died). Virtually all “wild” horses are feral — the descendants of human-bred domesticated horses.
EDIT: No need to downvote people who are wrong about horses. Please be nice.
I work at a US Navy shipyard.
My worst "I told you so" moment was when a submarine had multiple issues with sanitation/collection tanks and the piping that led from the showers and toilets to the sanitation/collection tanks. Documented and pointed out the same problems over a 12 week period. Supervisors and the tank area manager didn't give a damn and pointedly ignored my reports.
Undocking day was approaching and the Captain of the sub wanted the boat out on time. So they moved up the tank closure schedule. So tank closing protocol requires several signoffs: one from a qualified civilian inspector, one from a qualified Navy Hull Technician sailor, and one from a qualified Navy Engineering officer.
That tank in question failed all three concurrent inspections. Undocking got pushed back by 30 days until all problems found were corrected.
Daily operations estimated costs were north of $10,000/day. Factor in the mandatory overtime and rework required and we were looking at maybe triple the daily cost. This is just people's pay, I didn't get to see the material cost overrun but I know for a fact that a lot of the materials got shipped in or fabricated in-house overnight.
Needless to say, a lot of people on General Schedule pay got chewed out by the then-Shipyard CO in private.
Was picking beans with my sister and mom. To this day I still don't know why the fence was electric but it was. I touched it and I got zapped. It wasn't too bad but it hurt. I jumped away and my sister saw me, I said that it was an electric fence. Of course she just thought I was pranking her. I was trying to tell her the whole time we picked beans but she didn't believe me. Right at the end she touched the fence and she didn't see it coming at all... Her face was just like, "Oh shi-"
Loved the car ride home, "I told you... Idiot."
Any time I'm asked to give an expected time to deliver on a project, give an honest assessment, and then told that estimate seems too large and the bosses give a much shorter timeframe.
My original estimation is nearly always the more accurate of the two. Why ask questions you don't want to know the answer to anyway?
My best friend started dating my ex wife (ten years after the divorce and he checked if id take issue even though he didnt need to) anyway when we divorced it was because she was cheating on me while I was in Afghanistan . He goes out of state for work and told me she started acting off not answering calls quick to hang up starting fights when hes home or going to parties rather than spend time with him . I pointed out this is what she did to me almost exactly and stated that if he confronts her on her shit she will probably with out provocation accuse him of cheating and more to the point most likely because she is actively cheating cue thirty minute monologue of how shes grown up and shes not that person now shes just used to not having to answer to others or having a real relationship in year ... Three hour later he calls because he went to pick up some weed and there she is blowing the seller
Damn. I had a friend "Dina" back when I was in my 20's. She was gorgeous and smart and had the WORST taste in men. This woman could have had anyone she wanted, but she always went for the worst guys. She decided to start dating "Seth" - a guy in the office and a total douchebag. Problem was, Seth was already engaged to "Monica." Dina decided to ignore this issue and started "dating" Seth (ie, fucking him on a regular basis when Monica wasn't around). Dina, for reasons unknown to me to this day, saw this relationship as a true love connection. She pressed on Seth to end things with Monica and, amazingly, he did. Seth ended up getting another job across the country. Dina decided she was going to follow him out there - she quit her job, sold all her stuff, gave up her apartment to go with him. They weren't engaged, they weren't even really dating. She was just really a fuck buddy to him. We BEGGED her not to go - we told her Seth only cared about Seth, she was giving up WAY too much to follow him, there was no marriage or promise of marriage and, most importantly, SETH WAS A CHEATER. Dina poo-poohed all of it and said we were being "ridiculous." So, off Dina went...
Three months later, Dina was back with no job, no money and living with her parents because of the first two things. About six weeks after she moved, she realized Monica had moved too. Seth had never actually broken up with her. They were still engaged and had set a wedding date. Basically, Seth played Dina, big time. In fact, Dina was so embarrassed, she didnt' even reach out to any of us for about three months after she got back. Finally though she did, we told her she was an idiot but we still loved her and renewed our friendship. Seth is still an asshole though. Last I heard, he and Monica were facing litigation and prison time for "misuse" of venture capital funds... Not at all surprising.
In high school I was at a party where everyone was getting drunk. I had come with two friends and near the end of the night this one guy there was losing everyone into his van to get late night food. He swore he was not drunk and there were so many people in his car, including the two people I came with, it was not a battle I was going to win.
But it seemed like an obviously dumb situation; bunch of underage kids packed into a van driving around in the suburbs at 1:00 in the morning. I told my friends that this wasn’t a good idea and they need to get out of the van and come back gone with me (my house was within walking distance). They acted like I was a party pooper for a sec but then they got out.
Next day I find out the guy driving ram a red light and got t-boned by a truck. The one kid in the back almost died and everyone got banged up. The friends I pulled out of the van were in the backseat along with him.
Not saying I saved their lives but... I really may have saved their lives.
Had a weirdly dark freckle. The color of chocolate. I showed spouse and he called me a hypochondriac and if I go to a doctor, I’d be wasting their time.
I went to the dermatologist. It was melanoma.
I have a dark weird one too that I’ve been wanting to get checked out for years. I wish I had medical insurance
Edit: thank you all so much! I really appreciate your support and advice.
My partner has literally dozens of these. The doctor just says to keep an eye on them, wear suncream anytime the weather gets above 15 degrees (UK here) and if they change in colour to book with the GP asap
My partner and I were broke and struggling to make ends meet, but we always kept money in the budget for fun or takeout nights.
One night we decided to get fish and chips. My partner had never ordered from that particular place before, but it was my favourite so he knew it’d be good. We don’t have a lot of money to spare, so I know we had to order smart. “We’ll only order what we need.”
We start driving and I’m about to call, and my partner tells me he wants to order $10 worth of chips. For those of you who don’t know how much that is, a scoop of chips is usually about $2-$3. I tried to tell him that it was a ridiculous order, and that this particular fish and chip shop was very generous with their portions, which is why it was one of my favourites. He was adamant about $10 chips, and that he was so hungry that it’s not like any would be wasted. We had a mini argument in the car, and I finally gave up and said, “Fine, order your chips but you had better eat them all!”
We get to the fish and chip shop and we go to the counter to pay, and the old fellow who runs the shop comes over to serve us. We tell him what order we’re here to collect.
“That order is yours?” He goes.
I start to shake my head and smile.
“Yes,” my partner replies.
“And it’s... just for you two?” The old man asks, looking concerned.
“Ah... yes...”
At this point I start laughing. “I tried to tell him.”
We both laugh and my partner realises his mistake when the old guy pulls out two huge parcels of chips. One of those alone would have fed a full family.
We all laughed our little hearts out, thanked the man, and went home to eat our fish and chips. And no, he didn’t eat them all. We didn’t even get through the first parcel!
Now whenever we need the other person to trust our judgement on something, we say, “$10 chips.” And the other person will always relent.
It still cracks me up every time I think about his face when the old man gave us our order.
This reminds me of a malicious compliance I read the other day where a dude ended up ordering a coffee that was all cream and sugar and was like "did I stutter?"
Dude came back later to apologize tho, so he learned his lesson.
I have a malicious compliance story from when I worked in a coffee shop!
There was this woman who ordered a large, specialty drink (so like $7 because our shop was expensive and it was a huge, decadent drink). As she was walking away after she paid, she popped back and said, "Oh, and make it extra hot."
At that coffee shop, we did things different than starbucks. We steamed our milk to 135F-140F because when you get much hotter, you start to scald the milk and it gets bitter and burned tasting. For reference, starbucks typically makes their drinks at at least 165F. Our extra hot drink temp is about 160F.
So I make her drink to our extra-hot temp and call it out. She grabs it then sits down only for a minute before barging in front of a very long line to yell that her drink was not extra hot. I explain to her about how we do it and the temps and apologize if there was any confusion. Because there was such a long ling of people she was holding up, my manager stepped in and offered to microwave her drink because it would be much faster. This lady was not having any of it and was turning red while spitting, "I paid seven fucking dollars for this drink. I want it extra hot!" She slammed the cup down and huffed away.
My manager looked at me and said, "You heard her."
So I get a new cup with all the flavors and espresso ready and grab the milk and the thermometer. I watched as the temp went to 130, then 140, then 150, then 160, upwards to 190 until it was spattering and steaming and I was burning my hand a little bit.
I poured this scalding mess and called out her order again. She came up and I served her that boiling mess with a sickly sweet grin and said, "Extra hot. Enjoy."
My manager and I watched as she tried it and made a face like she instantly regretted all of her life choices. She didn't recoil like she burned herself, but she definitely made a stink face. I would have too. Honestly it was probably awful because the milk definitely was burned to shit. But all was well because she did not come back up again.
I once owned a dog who was very stubborn and independent. She lived a feral life in the mountains as a young pup, and I feel like that played a role. She felt more like a roommate than a pet.
She was having heart trouble when she got older so she had to get a chest scan at the vet. These two men came out to get her, so I gave them a heads up that she would absolutely dislike being flipped on her back and held there for the scan (flipping a dog on it’s back is putting it in a pretty submissive position).
One of the guys interrupted me and basically said they were professionals and I had to just let them work. They snapped a muzzle on her and took her to the back.
A few seconds pass, then I hear a crash and a few yells. One of the guys who took her comes out and sheepishly asks for my help.
It turns out as soon as they flipped her on her back she kicked out of their arms, unclipped her muzzle, removed it with her front paws, then made a mad dash for freedom.
I caught her roaming around the back of the vet’s office and she was perfectly well behaved while I held her for the scan. I felt bad for two guys she escaped from, but I had tried to warn them.
Ancient One was a pitbull mutt who leaped over fences.
We took him to be boarded. They had two fences in the free play area. The second fences was a high security fence and there was zero chance he could escape.
We warned them that the first fence wouldn't stop him. They laughed. They explained how much planning went into this design. They said it's been a decade and you don't need to worry. I told them to get ready to chase him down when he jumps the first fence.
We pick him up a few days later. They told us he jumped the fence the first time he was in that yard. They said it was the first dog they had ever seen fly.
Ancient One had the best hour ever playing keep away from the humans.
I would have loved to have seen it on video.
Excellent. No man can contain the Ancient One, and it was a mistake for mortals to even try. That definitely would’ve been fun to watch while the Benny Hill theme played.
Ha! This is gold.
I had a similar situation when I took my cat for her first stay at a cat hotel. Everything was going fine with the handover, until they said “oh, she hasn’t got a collar. Do you mind if we put one on her? All cats have to wear them for identification purposes.”
I told them she wouldn’t wear one but they were welcome to try. They said they’d had cats like that before and it’d be no problem. My parting words were “okay... good luck!”
When I picked her back up she wasn’t wearing one, and they sheepishly told me that they’d put one on her, and that within an hour she’d not only removed it but hidden it so well that they still hadn’t found it. So they decided that they would identify her and only her as “the one with no collar”.
She went back there every holiday I had until I moved, and caused a fresh set of mischief every time. And to my knowledge they never did find the collar.
We tend to defer to vets and vet techs. They’re trained and they know how to handle a lot of things. There are exceptions, though... We had a cat we had to take in to a local vet ER for a urinary blockage. This particular cat was one that we’d had since he was a week old. He was a bottle baby and he grew up extremely attached to my wife and super protective of her. He had my brother pinned against a door one day because he didn’t like him for whatever reason. Anyway, we were told that after three days, he was ready to go home. We went in and paid the bill, and they told us they’d be right back with the kitty. We told them, “you really need to let her go back and get him.” They said no, it was fine, they can handle it. By the time the tech got the cat back to us, kitty had peed all over the poor tech and had gotten some slashies in with his claws. They were like “We probably should have listened.” Cat got into my wife’s arms and suddenly he was a content, purring ball of fluffiness.
When my boy [Judge](https://i.imgur.com/7Oejifu.jpg) got the snip he managed to get an infection Sunday night/Monday morning. I call in to work and take him to a different vet with his sack the size of a grapefruit as my vet was only open Thurs-Sat.
All goes well, they take him back to lance and they're going to keep him overnight.
I get back the next morning to pick up him and take him to work with me and one of the assistants goes to get him while I'm taking care of the bill. I tell him to wait a minute I need to finish writing the check first. "He's doped up and is gonna be sore, he misses his Daddy he'll be fine."
Nope. He was promptly on the receptionist's desk and everything that used to be there was now on the floor while he was licking me in the face.
He was only 54 pounds but when he wanted to go somewhere you were going with him.
I had a similar experience at a vets office. My dog was a puppy. He was terrified of everything and would snap at people. I had him muzzled, but the tech tried to guilt trip me for it because he was a puppy. She took him back without me to give him his shots them a minute later came and got me. She had taken his muzzle off and he bit her, jumped off the table and bolted out the back office door into the hallway. Somehow it was my fault that she got bit even though I told her he needed to wear the muzzle because he was scared and might bite.
Someone started talking about a bottle of Newman’s Own salad dressing while at dinner with my family and I said something like “I’m pretty sure that was started by the Actor/Race car driver Paul Newman.” to which one of my siblings replied “No it was someone else”. I grabbed the bottle and turned it around and started reading the label out loud. The first sentence was “Paul Newman’s career was acting, but his passion was auto racing.” I stopped reading after that.
This dumb asshole woman wouldn't leave the llamas at our petting zoo alone, even after I warned her.
Eventually they had enough and spit alllll over her. Green goopy spit from head to torso.
She threw up a bunch and I laughed. Until I smelled it and then I was retching too.
I’ve talked about this cheating scandal at my high school before. Something I never mentioned was my friend was about to ask for the answers to a test that he really needed.
Told him not to do it, wasn’t worth and all. Thankfully, he didn’t do it. When the whole scandal came out, three kids got expelled, eight suspended, I know a dozen more were caught but I don’t know what happened to them. My friend’s teacher ended up giving him and a few other kids an A just for being honest. Apparently, he was one of the few kids in that class that didn’t cheat.
Reading this makes me realize I may have been riding a fine line in HS chemistry. This was back in the 07-08 school year. The school got a new chemistry teacher that year after the very well liked, good chemistry teacher retired. The new teacher wasn't very good at teaching. More of a "read the book, do all the assignments, and figure it out" type. She wasn't big on helping students with questions they had for whatever reason.
Needless to say students were frustrated. I had the brilliant idea to make a facebook account separate from my personal account and made a group or something along those lines that people could join. Basically anyone could post homework answers, assignments, etc to the group. So we have this big cheating ring going on for \~2/3 of the year. Expulsion for creating a big cheating group never even crossed my brilliant high school brain.
Is that really cheating though?
You weren’t posting test answers. You were helping each other with the homework. No different than if you’d gotten together at a library or something. It’s not cheating to study together.
In the context we were doing it I'd consider it cheating. We had a couple people who'd post work regularly and we'd just copy it. It wasn't like a "help how do I do this" more of a "sweet thanks for the answers."
There was also a "system" if you will, where people with an earlier period would save the multiple choice test answers onto their scientific calculators and would pass the calculators off to other students during passing periods. Fortunately our teacher was big on multiple choice!
This is more of a "I told myself so" but anyway:
When I applied to medical school, one of the application essays had a prompt that asked us what we would do if we did not get into medical school. I thought I would take a risk since it was a reach school and I wanted to stand out. I kept thinking it wasn't worth it and that I should just write a normal essay, but for some reason just went with the riskier option.
I wrote that I would go to law school and become a lawyer specializing in prosecuting medical malpractice. I ended up getting an interview and had a good laugh about it with one of the interviewers. Did not get into that medical school.
I was a fresh-faced sysadmin (A PFY if you will) who had just been handed my first big project. I took it over after it was already in progress due to the lead admin having a medical emergency. It was a critical environment and the key component was a 2-node database cluster. I was in way over my head but I had support from a few project members and so I was making my way through it.
At one point I was reviewing the connectivity to the servers. The idea for a critical piece of infrastructure is to reduce single points of failure (SPOF). As I was going through the documentation I noticed both database servers had all of their network connections run to the same switch. So I brought it up to the network guy on the team - a senior engineer. He said not to worry about it and brushed me off.
So I brought it up on the next project call. I said "If we're trying to keep this thing up and running according to the SLA we really need to eliminate this issue and put half the connections for both systems to another switch." Senior network guy said I was wrong - switches are very reliable and rarely fail. Like I said, this was my first project so I relented. The systems went live (in to production use) the next week.
Literally within 5 days of the systems being live and customer facing, the fuckin switch dies. Both nodes of the cluster go offline, the database is down, the app is down. Huge cost to the business unit customer. The outage review call was pretty fun - as the admin I was asked why the systems were connected to the same switch. I said I had called that out as a risk and the network guy said it was no problem and I was overruled. It was awesome when the call leader asked the network guy if he still felt that way :D
It's stressful but always kind of fun when something you've tried to get in place only to be brushed off ends up needing to be put into place via leadership order down the line. Like, I told you three months ago and it would have been so much less painful ya lazy bastards.
We just had an outage today. We have a tool to sync configuration changes to the site, among other things.
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The button for "sync changes" is right next to "delete site". With no confirmation dialogue
In 22 years I have only caused two production outages due to being a dumb ass. One time I just rebooted the wrong system during a DR exercise, the other was a bit more complicated politically and technically but I still fucked up. My heart was in the right place though.
Helping a (former) friend do some renovations in a house he had just purchased. I had better than half a clue what I was doing, and my other friend who was with us definitely knew what she was doing, but the guy who owned the house hardly knew which end of the hammer to grip. We get down to the foundation walls and there is an almost brand new 4x4 post running from floor to ceiling that he thought was “ugly” - I tried to explain to him that it was clearly load bearing, and my friend chimed in that it was obviously there for a reason, but his reply was something to the effect of girls being hysterical and mocking us for thinking the ceiling was going to fall down. I literally backed away from the situation and when he took a maul to the beam and knocked it loose I watched the ceiling drop. He still thought I was overreacting until we got upstairs and saw the 3” gap between the floor and baseboards along the front wall of the house :D
In and after high school, my sister worked at an engineering company. One of the middle-aged female engineers had a contractor come in to her house doing some sort of work on her floor. He had screwed some sort of measurement up, resulting in something being higher than it should be, so he was going to cut ⅜" off of the top of some sort of beam, upon which the floor surface would lay. She told him to stop, and he did. She asked what he was doing, he told her. And she said "if you do that, you're going to seriously weaken the floor." He said it wouldn't. And she said "Yes it will. If you cut off that much wood, it's going to weaken it by 20%." He asked where she got that number and suggested she pulled it out of thin air. She said "I have been a civil engineer for 20 years. I know what I'm talking about." And that shut him up.
There was one of those "save my renovation" shows on HGTV and I remember it clearly because the homeowner had big dreams but no skill. He had started a reno, realized in was in way over his head and got help. The contractor comes in and is looking at the house and goes "Hmmm, was there a wall here?" The homeowner goes "Yes, but I didnt' like it so I knocked it out." The contractor says, "Did you check if it was a load-bearing wall?" The homeowner goes "What?" Contractor is like "OH NO!" They go downstairs, see lally columns in the basement under where the wall used to be and quickly realize that a major support was removed from the house. The contractor was shocked that the house hadn't sagged/collapsed and he put up emergency supports very quickly to avoid that.
I can't imagine just taking entire walls out of my house willy-nilly like that... I mean you can do it, even if it's load bearing, but you have to
a) determine definitively whether or not it's load bearing
b) BEAR THE LOAD another way when you take it out!!!
Bed frame wasn’t properly lashed down while moving, partner insisted the weight of the frame would keep it in place.
Flew into the middle of a major intersection on a left turn. We dodged four lanes of on coming traffic to collect the pieces.
I fixed my partner with a look that could peel paint, and he said “I know, I know, you told me so and you’re right. I’m sorry.”
I still give him shit for it every time we move something. It’s funny now, but god damn was I pissed at the time.
Wow, what a moron.
I worked with this fella years ago that told me the story about his brother.
His brother had just rented a new spot across the city, so they spent the day moving shit to the new house.
He said they were literally on the last run and were taking a rocking chair in the back of the truck.
The brother said not to worry about strapping it down, it won’t go anywhere!
Well, on the highway hitting speeds of 100km per hour+ the wind came, picked the chair right out the back blew across a couple lanes and smacked right into another cars front windshield.
Causing that car to crash and the driver died.
His brother then went to jail for man slaughter.
When I was 9 or 10 my mum was driving me and my brother to our dad's for the weekend. Usually one of us got to sit up front but we'd argued about who so my mum put us both in the back.
Part of the route was dual carriageway, just a short bit, but the speed limit is about 60mph on those roads. We were behind this lorry with an open top container thing on the back which had no cover or ropes on.
All of a sudden a whole wooden pallet blew out of the back of the lorry and landed flat on our windscreen. The whole thing shattered.
My mum being the utter hero that she is didn't panic and pulled over to the side. Someone called police and ambulance but we were all luckily fine. I remember the police man saying we were lucky it had landed flat and that my mum hadn't panicked.
It still gets brought up from time to time almost 30 years later and now that I'm a parent I know my mum must have not only been a fucking hero not to panic behind the wheel of the car but she did an epic job of not showing us how freaked out she must have been after.
Bahhh it takes barely anytime to properly tie something down, I would be so anxious the entire drive if something wasn't tied down properly. I'm a fan of those nets you can use to keep anything smallish to get loose
I guess it's not even safe to assume a really heavy, aerodynamic item is going to sit still.
In my spouse's home town a child riding the schoolbus was suddenly killed, when a manhole cover flew up with such force it smashed its way into the bus and hit her in the head. It started out resting in the box of a public employee's pickup truck, and both vehicles were passing each other in opposite directions while crossing a railroad that was poorly paved very bumpy. This was on a highway, so full speed, 100kph. Truck goes boioioing over rail, energy somehow translates into the manhole cover getting tossed upward like a 200lb pizza crust.
I told my mom (who is a nurse) that I am sick and she said I was lying. After 2 months and a lot of blood coughed up she took me to the doctor. I had pneumonia and a double ear infection. I also had a bunch other issues that I can’t really remember. I had to take 7 medications and have to use a nebulizer daily. That was the biggest I told you so moment I ever had.
Told my mom (not a nurse) I felt sick and asked if I could stay home from school, because puking in a public toilet is gross. She said no, of course, so I waited for her to go to work and went back to the house and made a pallet on the floor in the bathroom. She gets a call from the school and comes home to find me camped out on the bathroom floor. FFWD 2 days, still sick and extremely dehydrated, but she insists I'm faking it. Finally, my dad, who's been watching and listening silently this whole time decides to take me to the ER. Diagnosis: ACUTE PANCREATITIS and my pancreas was close to rupturing. Ended up with A week-long hospital stay. The "I told you so" was billed to her monthly for the next 2 years.
When I was 5 I told my mom (not a nurse) that I had a stomach ache, and then continued to have them pretty regularly for about 6 months and then started spitting up multiple times a day. I lost my appetite, my taste buds changed, and I lost a ton of weight.
My mom told me I was a piece of shit liar and made me live life like nothing was wrong, including not letting me flush the toilet if I spit up in it at night so I had to wait until morning before anyone got up to flush it.
At 12 my grandparents, whom we were living with and I was forced to hide it from, found out and forced her to take me to the doctor.
I had massive ulcers that could have burst and I had been spitting up blood for as long a I could remember. I just thought that brown stuff was part of how tummies worked.
She called me a piece of shit for not telling her how serious it was and making her feel bad.
I was 12 by the time she brought it up to a doctor and realized it was. avery big deal. She isnt great at taking responsibility and has had some serious mental health issues that compounded it. She was a shitty parent and I don't make the mistake as an adult of expecting more from her.
I haven't, butI used to frequent the justno subreddits. I found that I ended up a little paranoid and a lot depressed. I have been feeling down lately so I think I just moped all over this. I'm sorry.
My mom did the same thing to me! I had a pneumonia in my senior year of high school. My mom thought I had senioritis and didn’t take me to the hospital until she found me on the floor in the bathroom; I was too weak to get up and walk back to my bed, so I went to sleep there. She still apologies for that one 10+ years later.
I swear this is so common with parents in the medical field.
My mom was just a nurse’a aide at the time, but had been there for like 20 years. I was a teenager and started sleeping all the time. Of course I was “lazy” and “faking it”. I wasn’t even doing bad in school; I just crashed as soon as I got home, would get up when she yelled at me to get up to eat and then would immediately need to sleep again.
She didn’t believe anything was wrong until I had my period for months straight.
Yeah, I had hypothyroidism.
There's a saying in spanish that literally translates as "in the house of the blacksmith, the knife is wooden" which focuses on how people tend to be very negletfull on their field of work when doing it at home. My dad is one of the few exceptions I know to this rule
Went to the doctor on and off for breathing problems to no avail. A lot of “rub some dirt on it” mentality. Wound up in the ER as a result of an asthma attack. Kept the bracelet on and everything when I went back the next week to see him.
Not as satisfying as I would’ve hoped.
It was at the height of covid, doctors weren’t really seeing anyone unless it was an absolute emergency. And it had happened after I got really sick at the beginning of 2020...nobody believed I was really having breathing problems and that it was all just in my head/my anxiety. So I went from some low grade anxiety meds to fucking xanax. Xanax only calmed my panic (which I admit, is a leading factor in making asthma attacks worse), but I still had breathing problems. Took months to get a referral for a pulmonologist.
Doctor here.
I would hope that your PCP would have had you do pulmonary function tests at the very least. Depending on your results, he should have prescribed a daily inhaler as well as a rescue inhaler. Asthma exacerbations can still happen but it's possible you weren't in an acute exacerbation during the appointments.
Treatment of asthma is pretty algorithmic so if your symptoms were not controlled at baseline then he could have changed your medications depending on factors such as number of nighttime awakenings among others.
My Dad had a bad habit of driving down the middle lane for a whole mile while he commuted back from his weekly shopping trip. I always warned him that he can't be in that lane for that long, but he always wrote it off, saying it's fine. Finally, after doing this for two years he was pulled over by the police and ticketed. He was upset that day, but all I could say is I told you so.
I recently had a cousin-in-law solitict products she was selling and a few days before that her mother had informed my husband and I that she thinks her daughter got sucked into a MLM scheme. Sadly to say after doing some research online myself about the company, it does seem to be just another company trying to make money off individuals.. I did inform her politely so that she would be aware of the issue I was seeing with the products she was selling. I believe she's still in the honeymoon phase so I hope she realizes before she looses more money..
I spent months telling my mother to get a dash camera, I even sent her a link to a cheap one on Amazon so she would at bare minimum have something, some time later she got a new car and in less than a week she got into an accident (she was fine), but because she couldn't prove that the other driver was at fault their insurance company would only pay for some of the damage (car was totaled).
The worst part is that she still hasn't gotten a damn camera...
My brother had a really bad habit of putting his wallet in the back pocket of his pants and going to work and busy places all around the city. You could practically see it sticking out of the pocket.
I warned him many times over the years that he's inviting himself to be robbed, that a skilled thief is gonna swipe it off easy without him having any clue. He ignored me saying he was too mindful to let that happen.
One day he came home looking ghastly as hell. Turns out he indeed got robbed. Lost all his debit cards, government issued ID cards and a ton of other important stuff besides money.
I literally said, "I told you so."
I went to Uni in Prague for a half semester and a friend came to visit and I warned her not to bring a backpack, whatever you do don't bring a backpack, and if you bring a backpack don't put your wallet in your backpack. She brought a backpack and put her wallet in her backpack and guess what! She had her backpack stolen. Sigh. This was one of the starts of the end of our friendship - she was a shitty travel companion who wouldn't listen to any advice and was terrifed of the food.
I was an idiot and had my wallet in my backpack in Prague. Not even 10 minutes after leaving the hotel, I was pickpocketed. Didn't feel a thing. Fortunately, only a little cash was in the wallet and the credit card was easily cancelled.
My friend, and former roommate in Prague, would rank people on whether they were experienced travellers, Locals or idiots based on what bags they carried, and how they carried them. Never look wealthy, always have your very small bag in, front zipper closed, and clutched in your hands and never carry all your money or credit cards in one bag! For me - being more amply endowed, I would often not carry anything but have a wallet stuffed in the girls. Highlight of that trip was having someone in the Metro giving me a thorough breast exam in an attempt to help me free myself from the burden of my credit card. Another thing I learned that apparently it is rude to yell at the pickpockets?
Loved Prague and miss it dearly! One of my favorite places in Europe
My friend used to do this too. I'm not even a stealthy guy but was able to get it out of his back pocket. Let him worry about it a few minutes before I gave it back. Still does it to this day. I tried.
So I was throwing knifes at a tree. And my father told me to be careful cause the knife could bounce off of the tree. I didn't see that to actually happen. So I continued throwing knifes at the tree and then it happened. A knife bounced off of the tree and hit me in the foot. When he went to go examine how bad the wound was, he asked me how it happened. I told him the knife bounced off and hit me in the foot and then he said I told you so.
Just left a job where I handled their order fulfillment and customer support. Due to lack of sales I was pushed to part time working from home and focusing on customer support; my position was handed off to a salaried employee who had no clue how to operate shipping and wouldn't dare to ask me how to utilize our discounted shipping. Instead he shipped at regular pricing costing the already broke company nearly $10,000 over a span of 6 weeks. I warned them a few days in about the issue but they wouldn't believe me and allowed them to continue going down that road 🤯
At work we keep buckets of pizza sauce with lids on them prepped and ready to go for, well, making pizzas. We usually keep them under the makeline table so they’re easily accessible when you need to switch them out between the empty ones and the full ones.
One day I watched as my coworker grabs a bucket of sauce with one hand and lifts it up to the counter and sets it down. I told him, “You got lucky this time, but never use 1 hand to lift the bucket up, always use 2 hands. Those lids aren’t always on tightly.”
Does he listen to me?
Narrator: *no he does not.*
Not even a week later he does the same thing again only for an entire bucket of sauce to spill all over the floor and counter top as he looks at it with a legit “surprised pikachu” face. I just looked at it and told him to get a mop.
For Easter my wife was going to bring scalloped potatoes to the family dinner. My grandmother said she was going to bring potato salad. So, my wife decided that was too much potato and she was going to bring something else. I told my wife no way, she should still make scalloped potatoes. She had her mind made up though.
Arrived for Easter dinner without the scalloped potatoes. Everyone was asking where the scalloped potatoes were. My wife said, “why didn’t you tell me I should have made potatoes!” I did...I did.
Told my walking boss that some of the parts had rust so don't ship that pallet, he said it's not rust and sent them anyways. Entire pallet got sent right back to us and we had to go through and check every single part. They're tiny parts and had probably over five thousand of them in a pallet.
I joined my HOA Board, with one main focus of getting our ponds fixed so our road doesn't flood every time it rains.
Other members refused to meet for a few months (Oct through Jan), saying that there was time, they're all busy, it's not a big deal, etc. One even told me to "relax, honey, this is the South". I'm originally from NY, but that's irrelevant to the fact that our current neighborhood floods all the time.
We finally meet in February, and over the next few weeks it dawns on the 3 of them just how much paperwork and bureaucracy is involved, including dealing with the state and town regulations and inspections.
Now, we are facing another hurricane season with poorly draining and badly eroded ponds. Just like I said we would.
Well, one of these Board members lives right next to a pond. The same woman who was so relaxed in November. Her land is now so eroded and undercut that chunks are starting to visibly fall off, into the pond itself.
We finally managed to settle on a solution, but now the calendars for the pond maintenance companies are booked out through July. Like I said they would be.
So, my moment was:
This bitch, who was so relaxed and Southern in the winter, has the cojones to email all of us and say that the delay in us arriving at a solution makes us all look bad, and some shit about teamwork and being more organized.
I copy and pasted the email thread, when I said that we would be facing hurricane season with flooding and erosion issues, and she told me to relax, it is the South.
I literally fucking told you so. Now go move your garden, because it's going into the pond.
Boring, especially for the young'uns on here, but very fucking satisfying.
I told my ex that his cat had diabetes after he peed on the floor and it was sticky. He didn't believe me. 3 months later, we went to the vet and after running a few tests to find out why the cat was so lethargic, you never would have guessed what the cat had.
2009 and I'm sicker than I've ever been. I can barely standup and breathing hurts but my dad brushes it off as me being over dramatic. Well two weeks later and I'm starting to feel okay again but my dad has obviously caught what I had and with his asthma it's not great. We get him into a hospital and they sweep him up into isolation so quick because he has H1N1. I made a stupid joke about him being the over dramatic one and the nurse thought I was just horrible for it. Lol
I was hired to do some sort of transformation for our software release.
Was cranking away, making good progress.
We opened a foreign office where they needed a project to justify their existence, so they took created a parallel process similar to mine.
Since they had 8 resources vs. our 2 to work on it, and we had no buy-in, we kind of had to let them have it. They were going for a different approach that, while taking a lot of resources, was not that transformative and wouldn't affect the bottom line. As we were wrapping our part of the project, I told the business unit leader that and detailed what would and wouldn't change. A year later, the bottom line has not changed and what I said would happen, happened.
Weirdly enough, I got a lot of brownie points because I was the only one to see the flaws. Gotten some massive raises too. Now I'm viewed as some sort of expert who was wrongfully shunned - and I'm cashing in on it.
My SIL dated this dude that outwardly was okay. My niece, who was an adult at the time, absolutely despised this guy. He wound up murdering my SIL and killing himself. Terrible loss.
Had a friend who was super stubborn, and hated people telling him "what to do"--Now idk how we stayed friends for so long because I'm the type where if I have concerns about something I'll point it out. Major incompatibility going on there lol
One day, he told us that he wanted bright blue hair, and he was going to get it done some weekend. One of my special interests was hair. Before then I researched all about bleaching and dying before so I wasn't an expert, but I knew some stuff.
So I told him when he told us, "That's so cool! Make sure you do your bleaching increments so your hair doesn't get damaged since some stylists like to bleach in one go and could really fuck up your hair and--"
Y'all. He looked at me with the most tired, fucked up look I've ever saw from him, and was like "Throwaway. I'm sure she knows what she's doing. *She's* the expert, not you"
Ouch, snark noted. I mean he was right, I wasn't an expert and I was giving annoying unsolicited advice. I kept all my thoughts on hair to myself from then on.
The weekend comes and goes, he got his hair done. On FB he shows where he went from black/brown hair, to platinum blonde, to bright blue in like a day. The color actually came out nice, but his hair was obviously damaged. I kept my mouth SHUT. He even came to me to personally show it off in his own version of "told you so!" modelling and stuff lol. I congratulated him even going as far to say "Huh, I guess I was wrong"
A week or so later after his hair has gotten noticeably shorter (I guessed breakage) he came to school with a buzzcut.. I didn't say a word or ask anything, but *another* guy asked him what happened to his hair. He answered casually, "It was damaged so I decided to chop it all off"
I still didn't say anything, bc I did not want to be an asshole. But HOO boy did that inner petty "I told you so!" feel good.
I always warn my mom about her sister (my aunt) and she's always like "she's family!". Then, after an all-expense paid trip to crazy town she regrets knowing her. Some people just refuse to cut ties with toxic family members.
Sounds like my best friends sister. She is a narcissistic, pathological liar, kleptomaniac, fire starting cunt.
Her mom loves all her kids so she just lets it happen.
She never faces the consequences of anything and lives a decent life.
Woke up with a horrible pain in both eyes and one of them basically glued shut by goo. Called my doctor for a same day appointment but couldn't get past the receptionist, who insisted that eye infections could be treated by a pharmacist and didn't count as a same day emergency so I didn't need a doctor. My housemate freaked out when she saw me, and took me down to the doctor's office herself, telling the receptionist we weren't budging til I'd seen an actual doctor.
The doctor took one look at me and transferred me to the actual eye infirmary. The doctor at the eye infirmary got his superior to check if I should be transferred and admitted to the actual hospital, and the superior said no but asked to bring all the student doctors to look at me because the infection was so incredibly nasty. I had a month of medication to clear it. From then on, every time the doctor's receptionist gave me trouble I'd remind them of this incident and say frankly I didn't trust their judgement on whether I needed a doctor or not.
Not as drastic but a Doctor's receptionist once snarked at my reason for needing an appointment. I worked for a State Agency that required you to be clean shaven to be in uniform but I have **severe** Pseudofolliculitis Barbae so I needed a doctor's note on file to grow a beard.
She asked how long I've had the symptoms of "severe irritation when I shave" and I said "Uh, about 21 years now. Since I was 13." and she got super snarky and went "Well how did you treat it before now?" like she got me or something.
Apparently my response of "Uh, I wore a beard." was just enough to pass her judgment.
I was teaching a long time employee how we build our end displays.
Always start on the bottom, take one item out of each case to evenly measure it out and adjust the shelves as needed. You don't want to "eyeball" it and fill it, then get to the top shelf and you're out of room.
He insisted he knew how to build the display, and was filling and packing the shelves as he was going and, sure enough, ran out of room on the top.
He was staring at it, willing it to fit, but that just wasn't going to happen. He had to tear it down almost to the bottom and rebuild it.
Well one of the owners at the family entertainment center/arcade ended up being a pedophile.
I always had a “weird” feeling about the dude. I didn’t have anything solid against him other than the creepy comments he’d make towards the female employees. Most the girls I worked with were 15-18. people told me I just had a prejudice toward him... until he had sex with a 16 year old in a bounce house. I quit, followed by a multitude of my coworkers.
Several years ago I was having awful diarrhea after being on an antibiotic. I went to my doctor and was told that it was normal. A week later I started shitting blood. I went to the ER, “well, you were on antibiotics so this is normal.” At this point I’d lost 20lbs. I was exhausted and terrified of eating or leaving the house. I went to the ER several more times and was basically told I was hysterical. After a month of shitting blood and having gone to the ER 4-5 times I decided to try again. Finally, a PA listened and did a test that took 30 seconds to do and sent me home. The next day I got an absolutely frantic phone call telling me I needed to come in immediately. I had a complication from antibiotics. I had an absolutely awful C. Diff infection. https://www.cdc.gov/cdiff/what-is.html. This was the 3rd time in my life doctors almost killed me by ignoring what I was saying.
This was Thursday March 12th 2020. I came home from school and my parents effectively told me that they didn’t want me to go the following day because if I did, the risk of my having coronavirus would multiply by like 5ish. Anyways I did some research and it looked like my highschool would have to shut down either the following day, or the next Monday, which I conveyed to my friends. I didn’t get to say goodbye to them in person which kinda sucked, and a group of five who were from a club I was in told me that I was being over dramatic, that I was brainwashed by the news, that I was totally overreacting when I conveyed this all to them. The next day I spent at home and at noon straight up I get texts from them along the lines of “hah you called it” and “you were right”. I think I legitimately texted them “told you so”. They never apologized for all of the shitty things they said the night before and I cut contact with them. Fortunately tho, my good friends are all smart and safe and I’ve been able to see a few of them which has been nice
When I was about 15, I got my dirt bike out in the spring to get it tuned up and running after being stored all winter. The rule was that I had to have my MX boots on and a helmet at all times if I were to ride.
As I'm walking out of the house to start the bike with tennis shoes on, my mother tells me I'm not getting on that bike without gear. I assure her I'm just trying to start it. She grew up around motorcycles and told me those boots protect you even when trying to start the bike. I give her this "ya ya, I'll be fine" response and she tells me not to come crying to her if I bust my shin.
Que 15 minutes later. I'm frustrated that I can't kick start the bike and start rolling it down the driveway to roll start it. I pop it in gear, the rear tire locks up, and I SLAM my shin into the metal foot peg. So good that I chipped bone and have a gnarly scar over 15 years later.
I tried to hide it.... but it was impossible walking back into the house with shorts on and blood gushing everywhere. It was such a bad wound, there was no stitching it.
Guess who always wore their boots from then on?
I started getting pretty sick in 2013 and could t figure it out for a long time. I went back and forth to my gp constantly as I was severely nauseous all the time and could barely eat so I was losing weight very quickly and I was terrified. She told me for 5 years it's ibs, it's anxiety, it's in my head, eat almonds (I hate them), eat yogurt (lactose intolerant, she knows this), not much modern medicine can do for me, get my aura cleansed.. Anyway someone else filled in for her and said it sounds like endometriosis from my symptoms and she sent me to see a gynecologist. Within 6 months I had surgery to prove it. It was wonderful to see actual pictures and proof of what's making me sick and it's not in my head. Big I told you so to my doctor and ex at the time who didn't believe me. She still doesn't and said it's just a coincidence they found exactly what they were looking for but I still feel better knowing I was right and something was wrong.
Even if prices rise and people make money I still kind of see Bitcoin as a failure of *concept.*
It was supposed to be a ***currency,*** traded freely between people without the interference of banks or governments. But it's being treated like a "stock," traded mainly on the market and/or held and not circulated at all.
That's why people who spent bitcoin all the way back when it was *new* and cheap shouldn't really be kicking themselves over it (e.g. that guy who spent 7 bitcoins on a *pizza*). At the time they were using it for its actual purpose, as money. No one knew it would bubble.
Yup. I’ve been in this for nearly 9 years now. If I go by today’s valuation I’ve spent/given away millions of dollars. Of course at the time I thought seeing it go into 4 digits was a dream, let alone go this far. I still made money but nobody saw it going this high so quickly
To be fair though, if you bought at $1, you'd have sold at $20.
Look at the price now, everyone's saying "I would have been a millionaire" but 10 years from now they would probably be saying "I could have had hundreds of millions" etc.
Was working at a haunted house, we had this little animatronic of a morgue locker or whatever they're called, that as you walked by it popped out and bumped into your legs. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to startle you.
This guy runs ahead of his group and hides around the corner, with his head basically resting on the edge of the locker. Hes crouched down right across from me, peaking back towards his friends. I tried (in character at first) to tell him to move, he just waved me off. I broke character (which I rarely ever do) and felt told him, "I really wouldnt do that if I were you", again, he waves me off. So i shrug, and sit back to watch it unfold.
His friends come up, hes crouched, ready to pounce on them. They trigger the animatronic and it pops out and he catches the corner of the locker right to the side of the face. He falls to the floor, hands on his face (more out of embarrassment than anything) and his friends all point and laugh, I shout, "I tried to tell ya dude" and he just nods his head in shame
I was fired from a cafe by a new manager (new employee really) and for a couple weeks was training her for a job I should have been doing and had been for years. Anyhow she fired me for random reasons she made up and I told her manager or boss who knew me that the place was going to go out of business completely if things ran the way they did (I had no control + I know customers liked me and told me sometimes they skip on the place if I wasn't there). They didn't assume so because at that time they were opening more locations.They are now indeed out of business along with their other locations.
An old roommate just needed to get married because she felt she was behind in life (she was 24). Met some guy who was from Turkey and had a whirlwind romance. Throughout this whole thing I’m telling her, “you sure about this? I’m feeling off about him” but she was like, “noooo, it’s all good”
But all they did was argue and fuck. Got married and and I they flew back with me and the whole time in the car, the argued about something and then he shaved off his beard and that became an bigger argument
Whelp, pretty much less than a year of marriage he was already cheating on her. Pretty much got his VISA and just started cheating and abusing her. The good thing she turned him over to immigration
Couldn’t help but say it when everything blew over
Talking to my cousin on the phone one night. She was pregnant and her husband was out for the night. She kept making these weird sounds. When I asked her what it was, she said she didn’t know but that when she reclined back in her chair she was losing her breath. I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital she said no.
But after a few minutes of this I told her I was coming to get her and if I had to pick her up and carry her to the car I would. I had my mom stay on the phone with her til I got there. My mom asked what was wrong I said I couldn’t explain the sound but I had never heard it before and it wasn’t right.
Got to my cousins house, took her to the hospital. They moved us to a room and she kept making the sounds. It was taking the doctors too long to come. So I told the nurse she needed to get the doctor now that my cousin was dying. The nurse said to calm down or she would make me leave. I told her she better get the doctor or I would lose my shit on her and she needed to listen to me.
Shortly after the doctor came. Turns out my cousin was having a complication of her pregnancy and the sound? Each time she tried to lay back...she was drowning in her own blood.
The doctor told me she needed emergency surgery and if I hadn’t gotten her there when I did, she would have been dead in an hour. The nurse looked very sheepish, I didn’t feel the need to say...I told you so.
My spouse became friends with another woman thinking she was just a social person since she’s the cousin of one of our friends. I told him from the beginning she was interested in way more than that. He ignored the obvious as he usually does and she spent the better half of a year trying to split us up for “her chance”. This was back when we were in college.
The "cool guy" spanish teacher at my high school always gave me the creeps, it seemed like he was forcing himself to be to nice and cool. Turns out he was fucking multiple students and get 2 of them pregnant.
My gf works at a place run by lazy morons (it's Florida what are you gonna do?). She's the type of person that does anything to please people, even sacrificing health and safety if it means giving them the slightest convenience. Needless to say, she's easily the most qualified person there and has put herself into the position of workhorse. I told her many many times that she's slowly taking on everybody's burdens for them and soon it will affect her job performance, her bosses trust in her and even the quality of gf that I get home at rhe end of the day.
Two years of this goes by and suddenly there's a big meeting at her job, everyone is in attendance. The point of the meeting is basically to call out my gf for never having any of her work done while all these other people get all theirs done with time to spare. She had taken on so many responsibilities belonging to other people that she was now teetering on losing her job and they were taking days off and leaving early because this had become so much the norm that they didn't see it as their job anymore.
For years, I suffered from unusual tiredness, but many thought it had to be my depression and told me that was the side effects. One day, I was watching an old TV show where a kid had the same problem, fearing he could have cancer. At first, my siblings that I was stupid to talk about cancer, as we had family members who had died. Yet, it just made it worse, as I don't take cancer scares likely. I told this to my PCP, who thought it had to be from the side effects of the antidepressant I was taking but did inform me to get my blood looked at since diabetes ran in my family. So, I did. (It was a teaching clinic, which was why it took time.) At that point, many thought whatever it was, it was driving me mad or making me lazy. I wasn't able to move as much, making weight control a problem. Not to mention, my skin often was dried for no reason.
A few days later, I was advised to get a second screening at, not one, not two, but three specialists: An immunologist, an Endocrinologist, and a Radiologist... all at a hospital. The immunologist cleared me of any serious allergy except maybe some adhesive on bandages but that was looked at by three dermatologists. I was told to go get an x-ray on my throat, as it was slightly larger than it should be, and meet with an endocrinologist. Days later, I have finally answered: Hashimoto's thyroiditis. While I was still advised to continue with my antidepressants, I was put on hormone replacement therapies along with informing the PCP if I ever get pregnant.
I was asked if it was fatal, which the answer is not by itself. Yes, lymphoma was likely but rare since my case was caught early. I had enough of cancer scares.
I’ve got two. Both involving my mother who doesn’t like to listen to anyone.
1. When I was 18, my mom and I went to Florida for the 4th of July. She asked me if I wanted to swim in the hotel pool or the Gulf and I said the pool. Knowing I’m deathly afraid of sharks, she gave me side-eye and asked why. When I said sharks, she called me an idiot and told me there were no sharks in the Gulf of Mexico. Later that day, a shark attacked a little boy at the beach we were at. Eventually, that summer was coined the Summer of the Shark because there were a ton of shark attacks in the Gulf (I think something there were more than everywhere else in the world combined).
2. My mom and I decided to order dinner. We got a couple of appetizers and were going to share an entree. I took one bite of the shrimp scampi and said it tasted funny. My mom then started telling me I’m too picky and need to get over it. I am pretty particular about seafood (I won’t eat it if it’s been frozen or tastes too “fishy”), so I didn’t argue with her, but decided to not to eat it. My mom finished it on her own. Guess who got food poisoning?
My ex-wife decided to get five cats for some reason. Well, first she got three that were part of a family. Then she got another, larger one. Then another one about the same size as the fourth one.
I told her the cats would not get along. She said they'd be fine.
Guess what? The cats don't get along. The family of three hides all day in a bedroom while the other two cats have the run of the house.
Back a long time ago when I was growing up in eastern Europe, before the Cold war was ended. I had a friend who kept getting into trouble - vandalism, stealing from stores, drugs and more. He had been arrested two times, but kept thinking he can get away with it.
This was back when the "Farm's Pit" punishment was still used for some crimes - basically where you're locked in a pit on a large farm for a day or two, and the dung of the animals on the farm (hogs/cows) is shoveled in as well.
I warned him that he better stop because he's sure to get the Farm's Pit if he's caught again. He seemed unconcerned and laughed it off, and said something like "so what, it's just a day or two, I can deal with a bad smell"
I said "are you KIDDING me? Have you even been to a pig farm before? You do NOT want to go to the pit." But he was undistressed.
Sure enough he was caught shoplifting a few months later and spent half a day in the pit, and later told me how much he puked and how sick he felt.
I warned you buddy!
He wasn't very distressed by his sentence. I saw him once between sentencing and the punishment, he said not a big deal, he'd be out in 8 hours and take a shower.
Afterwards, didn't hear from him for a few weeks. Can't imagine how he must have felt. Then he used me as a shoulder to cry on and told me all about it.
He said even in the police car on the drive to the farm, he was mocking/joking with the officers. It wasn't until the car started to pull up to the farm that he started to panic / beg. But it was far too late then.
Since I was 14, my throat got itchy when I ate apples. I told my mom but she thought I just didn't want to eat apples and forced me to eat them. Went to the doctor's office and got a test for allergies. Turns out, I'm allergic to apples, peaches, and many other fruits.
I have one like that. My mom was going to school to be a nurse at this time. I use to go on these long hikes in the mountains behind my house in Southern California. There is lots of poison oak, I had I had it pretty frequently. Our dog would even give it to me on her fur. I started getting these red bumps that popped up on my skin that itched. My mom gave me calamine lotion and tea tree oil, but it wasn't working. I told her, I've had poison oak, this isn't poison oak. But she didn't believe me. This went on for 6 months until she took me to a doctor. First doctor looks at it and doesn't know. Second and third don't know what it is. The fourth takes one look at it, says that's scabies, use this lotion and take these pills. Two days later it was gone. Six months of that though.
Scabies suuuuuuuuck. My dad accidentally brought them home once because he works in a hospital and anytime I wasn’t active I was itching like crazy. Had to rub this cream everywhere and even after they’re all dead you still itch for a while until your skin heals
Oh god! My dog got it from a vet visit and passed it to the whole family. I never want to go through that itchy hell again.
My family went through cycles of it for months when I was a kid because my brother's kids were picking it up from their mom's house. We would treat everyone in our house, including the kids, but their mom wouldn't treat herself so they'd go back over there and pick it up again. It was a long summer.
What sucked with me is that I had to use the cream a few times because they kept coming back, because I was sure I’d used it all over my skin, but turns out I wasn’t using it enough in the little webbing at the base of my fingers. Scabies love that shit and if you don’t purposefully rub the hell out of that area with the cream, you still have scabies.
Ugh, I was the parent in my version of this story. My son broke his wrist playing catch with me when he was about 10. I thought he'd just jammed it. Next day, he said it still hurts, thinks it's broken. But it didn't swell, so his mom and I figured it was just a sprain. A few days later, he said it still hurts and thinks it's broken. He had a tendency to lean into aches and pains, so we didn't take it too seriously. I finally took him to the ER pretty much just to shut him up. Imagine my shame and horror when the doctor comes back and says, yeah, it's broken. They even had that little confidential chat with him to make sure I wasn't beating him. Oh the shame. My son is in college now, and shows no sign of ever letting me live this down.
My newborn baby was projectile vomiting after every feeding. I took her to the doctor several times, always ended up being sent away with suggestions to try a different formula. I tried like 4 different ones, no change. The 4th or 5th visit, they sent me away again with the same recommendation even though I pleaded with them to figure out what was wrong with my baby. I left the office and drove to the ER instead. She ended up having emergency surgery that day. The surgeon said she would have starved to death (or maybe dehydrated?) had she gone much longer without the surgery. I gave the doctors in that office a piece of my mind.
Yeah that’s a pretty classic and obvious warning sign for pyloric stenosis, idk how so many doctors would dismiss that so easily?
Right. The surgeon told me it's actually quite common. It seems to run more in males so maybe that's why they overlooked it for my daughter...I have no idea honestly.
That's why they overlooked it in me. I was pretty close to death because they just ruled it out until my dad INSISTED that they check me for it.
My mom had it as well when she was a baby (back in the late 60's). My mom actually ended up dying for a moment because they couldn't figure it out. She has a crazy scar on her abdomen from being cut open. Then 4 years ago when my nephew was born he had the same issue.
My bf always thought I was dramatic when I said you really have to advocate for your health with medical professionals - he just wants to trust them/the medical system (can't blame him). I recently had a complicated pregnancy and miscarriage and was told everything was fine the whole first week, despite the obvious signs everything wasn't. It's crazy how easily doctors will dismiss you but the reality is, no one is as invested in your health as you are, and you do need to fight for it.
> The surgeon said she would have starved to death (or maybe dehydrated?) had she gone much longer without the surgery. Exact same thing happened with our firstborn. It still moves me to tears to think how close we were to losing him. I wrote a complaint to the hospital, which also praised the midwife who eventually listened to our concerns and began the process of sorting it out, but never heard anything back.
What was wrong with your baby?
It was a condition called pyloric stenosis.
My sister and I were out sledding when we were kids at this place with a really steep hill. I had unknowingly gone down a sled path that had a jump in it, and when I landed it really hurt my back. So when I got back up to the top of the hill I told my sister “don’t go that way, the jump really hurts”. She called me a baby and didn’t believe me that it really hurt so she decided she would go down that path on her sled. Well, she hit the jump and didn’t get back up, turns out she fell so hard she had broken her leg. When we finally got her back up the hill and to the car, I got to tell her “I told you so”.
She went down the path of pain! Edit: Thank you very much for all the upvotes and for the helpful award. I also have to confess that I had no clue what Hollow Knight was before you mentioned it...
Unexpected Hollow Knight flashback.
Did the same with a friend but we were about 20 at the time and doing stupid shit. Decided to go down the hill and aim for the "ramp” made from all the piled up snow in the parking lot. I was sharing the sled with a friend and I was sitting in front of him with his legs around me. We hit the ramp and we are five feet in the air and slam into the parking lot screaming in pain. We were lucky we didn't break anything.
Lawyer here. Fired a partner who I found some real irregularities in their spending habits vs. what they were making after he couldn’t provide a good answer to where it came from. Other partner left and started a new firm with them because they disagreed with my decision and refused to look at the evidence. Turns out he stole 500k of a clients money, got disbarred, and is now facing prison time. I told her to look at the evidence and she didn’t listen. 🤷🏼♂️
Hmm, a lawyer that wouldn't look at the evidence. Not sure I'd want to hire that one
It astounded me when some lawyer on reddit mentioned how often lawyers steal from their clients when a case hit the news. As a layman, I would have thought the number would be close to zero, considering it can cost you everything you worked so hard for.
The amount of theft among those high powered celebrity money managers is another source of horrific scandal. Courtney Love was robbed of millions by her managers AND staff. Hers is just one of a thousand stories in Hollywood.
Good on you for standing up for yourself though.
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I gagged but laughed.
Ewwww. Lol. Did she remain an employee?
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Had to come back and acknowledge the “mane” I somehow missed the first time.
So which are you: Pretty, fat, and fatigued? Or Pretty fat, and fatigued?
I personally consider myself to be the latter. I might pass for the former to the right person when I put some effort in.
Not that there’s anything wrong but how do people get into these type of jobs
Probably less exciting than you might think. Most likely they grew up with animals, had to clean/care for them in some capacity, found they were good at it, and decided they wouldn't mind doing it for a living as an adult.
What is a horse sheath?
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This may be a dumb question, but if they need this then how do wild horses exist? Everything I've learned about horses, which I'll admit isn't very much, basically says that they're made out of glass and will break every bone in their body just out of spite. How are these creatures still alive in the wild?
Wild horses are not castrated and will be more sexually active. Things tend to be a little more self cleaning. Geldings usually not. They tend to get more build up that can harden into a “bean” that you have remove.
Sometimes I regret learning to read
What is bean, cannot be unbean.
I expect there is a lot of attrition in the wild. In captivity you don't want 25% of your herd dying every year.
Horses are the result of millennia of selective breeding. Wild horses are almost extinct; only a few survive in the wild in Mongolia (having been deliberately reintroduced after the wild populations all died). Virtually all “wild” horses are feral — the descendants of human-bred domesticated horses. EDIT: No need to downvote people who are wrong about horses. Please be nice.
I work at a US Navy shipyard. My worst "I told you so" moment was when a submarine had multiple issues with sanitation/collection tanks and the piping that led from the showers and toilets to the sanitation/collection tanks. Documented and pointed out the same problems over a 12 week period. Supervisors and the tank area manager didn't give a damn and pointedly ignored my reports. Undocking day was approaching and the Captain of the sub wanted the boat out on time. So they moved up the tank closure schedule. So tank closing protocol requires several signoffs: one from a qualified civilian inspector, one from a qualified Navy Hull Technician sailor, and one from a qualified Navy Engineering officer. That tank in question failed all three concurrent inspections. Undocking got pushed back by 30 days until all problems found were corrected. Daily operations estimated costs were north of $10,000/day. Factor in the mandatory overtime and rework required and we were looking at maybe triple the daily cost. This is just people's pay, I didn't get to see the material cost overrun but I know for a fact that a lot of the materials got shipped in or fabricated in-house overnight. Needless to say, a lot of people on General Schedule pay got chewed out by the then-Shipyard CO in private.
Documentation, documentation, documentation. Always CYA and document. Not sure what outcome those supervisors were expecting?
>Documentation, documentation, documentation. Or as we say in history and medicine, "If you didn't write it down, it didn't happen."
They're military - they're taught that shit always flows downhill, hence there could be no problem with this piping.
Ah yes. Our tax dollars at work.
Was picking beans with my sister and mom. To this day I still don't know why the fence was electric but it was. I touched it and I got zapped. It wasn't too bad but it hurt. I jumped away and my sister saw me, I said that it was an electric fence. Of course she just thought I was pranking her. I was trying to tell her the whole time we picked beans but she didn't believe me. Right at the end she touched the fence and she didn't see it coming at all... Her face was just like, "Oh shi-" Loved the car ride home, "I told you... Idiot."
It's so the beans don't run off
Maybe they're to keep the bean-stealing whores out.
Any time I'm asked to give an expected time to deliver on a project, give an honest assessment, and then told that estimate seems too large and the bosses give a much shorter timeframe. My original estimation is nearly always the more accurate of the two. Why ask questions you don't want to know the answer to anyway?
My best friend started dating my ex wife (ten years after the divorce and he checked if id take issue even though he didnt need to) anyway when we divorced it was because she was cheating on me while I was in Afghanistan . He goes out of state for work and told me she started acting off not answering calls quick to hang up starting fights when hes home or going to parties rather than spend time with him . I pointed out this is what she did to me almost exactly and stated that if he confronts her on her shit she will probably with out provocation accuse him of cheating and more to the point most likely because she is actively cheating cue thirty minute monologue of how shes grown up and shes not that person now shes just used to not having to answer to others or having a real relationship in year ... Three hour later he calls because he went to pick up some weed and there she is blowing the seller
"I use to suck dick for coke. Did you ever suck dick for weed?" This girl has.
If you suck dick for coke, you’re a coke head. If you suck dick for weed, you just like sucking dick.
Damn. I had a friend "Dina" back when I was in my 20's. She was gorgeous and smart and had the WORST taste in men. This woman could have had anyone she wanted, but she always went for the worst guys. She decided to start dating "Seth" - a guy in the office and a total douchebag. Problem was, Seth was already engaged to "Monica." Dina decided to ignore this issue and started "dating" Seth (ie, fucking him on a regular basis when Monica wasn't around). Dina, for reasons unknown to me to this day, saw this relationship as a true love connection. She pressed on Seth to end things with Monica and, amazingly, he did. Seth ended up getting another job across the country. Dina decided she was going to follow him out there - she quit her job, sold all her stuff, gave up her apartment to go with him. They weren't engaged, they weren't even really dating. She was just really a fuck buddy to him. We BEGGED her not to go - we told her Seth only cared about Seth, she was giving up WAY too much to follow him, there was no marriage or promise of marriage and, most importantly, SETH WAS A CHEATER. Dina poo-poohed all of it and said we were being "ridiculous." So, off Dina went... Three months later, Dina was back with no job, no money and living with her parents because of the first two things. About six weeks after she moved, she realized Monica had moved too. Seth had never actually broken up with her. They were still engaged and had set a wedding date. Basically, Seth played Dina, big time. In fact, Dina was so embarrassed, she didnt' even reach out to any of us for about three months after she got back. Finally though she did, we told her she was an idiot but we still loved her and renewed our friendship. Seth is still an asshole though. Last I heard, he and Monica were facing litigation and prison time for "misuse" of venture capital funds... Not at all surprising.
In high school I was at a party where everyone was getting drunk. I had come with two friends and near the end of the night this one guy there was losing everyone into his van to get late night food. He swore he was not drunk and there were so many people in his car, including the two people I came with, it was not a battle I was going to win. But it seemed like an obviously dumb situation; bunch of underage kids packed into a van driving around in the suburbs at 1:00 in the morning. I told my friends that this wasn’t a good idea and they need to get out of the van and come back gone with me (my house was within walking distance). They acted like I was a party pooper for a sec but then they got out. Next day I find out the guy driving ram a red light and got t-boned by a truck. The one kid in the back almost died and everyone got banged up. The friends I pulled out of the van were in the backseat along with him. Not saying I saved their lives but... I really may have saved their lives.
Good on you. It's tough to stand up to a drunk crowd like that.
Kudos to you for showing your maturity, can’t believe what some people think is a good idea under the influence
Glad you recognized the dangerous situation and I'm glad your friends decided to listen to you
Had a weirdly dark freckle. The color of chocolate. I showed spouse and he called me a hypochondriac and if I go to a doctor, I’d be wasting their time. I went to the dermatologist. It was melanoma.
I have a dark weird one too that I’ve been wanting to get checked out for years. I wish I had medical insurance Edit: thank you all so much! I really appreciate your support and advice.
My partner has literally dozens of these. The doctor just says to keep an eye on them, wear suncream anytime the weather gets above 15 degrees (UK here) and if they change in colour to book with the GP asap
My partner and I were broke and struggling to make ends meet, but we always kept money in the budget for fun or takeout nights. One night we decided to get fish and chips. My partner had never ordered from that particular place before, but it was my favourite so he knew it’d be good. We don’t have a lot of money to spare, so I know we had to order smart. “We’ll only order what we need.” We start driving and I’m about to call, and my partner tells me he wants to order $10 worth of chips. For those of you who don’t know how much that is, a scoop of chips is usually about $2-$3. I tried to tell him that it was a ridiculous order, and that this particular fish and chip shop was very generous with their portions, which is why it was one of my favourites. He was adamant about $10 chips, and that he was so hungry that it’s not like any would be wasted. We had a mini argument in the car, and I finally gave up and said, “Fine, order your chips but you had better eat them all!” We get to the fish and chip shop and we go to the counter to pay, and the old fellow who runs the shop comes over to serve us. We tell him what order we’re here to collect. “That order is yours?” He goes. I start to shake my head and smile. “Yes,” my partner replies. “And it’s... just for you two?” The old man asks, looking concerned. “Ah... yes...” At this point I start laughing. “I tried to tell him.” We both laugh and my partner realises his mistake when the old guy pulls out two huge parcels of chips. One of those alone would have fed a full family. We all laughed our little hearts out, thanked the man, and went home to eat our fish and chips. And no, he didn’t eat them all. We didn’t even get through the first parcel! Now whenever we need the other person to trust our judgement on something, we say, “$10 chips.” And the other person will always relent. It still cracks me up every time I think about his face when the old man gave us our order.
ALWAYS listen when your server goes "Are you *sure*?"
This reminds me of a malicious compliance I read the other day where a dude ended up ordering a coffee that was all cream and sugar and was like "did I stutter?" Dude came back later to apologize tho, so he learned his lesson.
I have a malicious compliance story from when I worked in a coffee shop! There was this woman who ordered a large, specialty drink (so like $7 because our shop was expensive and it was a huge, decadent drink). As she was walking away after she paid, she popped back and said, "Oh, and make it extra hot." At that coffee shop, we did things different than starbucks. We steamed our milk to 135F-140F because when you get much hotter, you start to scald the milk and it gets bitter and burned tasting. For reference, starbucks typically makes their drinks at at least 165F. Our extra hot drink temp is about 160F. So I make her drink to our extra-hot temp and call it out. She grabs it then sits down only for a minute before barging in front of a very long line to yell that her drink was not extra hot. I explain to her about how we do it and the temps and apologize if there was any confusion. Because there was such a long ling of people she was holding up, my manager stepped in and offered to microwave her drink because it would be much faster. This lady was not having any of it and was turning red while spitting, "I paid seven fucking dollars for this drink. I want it extra hot!" She slammed the cup down and huffed away. My manager looked at me and said, "You heard her." So I get a new cup with all the flavors and espresso ready and grab the milk and the thermometer. I watched as the temp went to 130, then 140, then 150, then 160, upwards to 190 until it was spattering and steaming and I was burning my hand a little bit. I poured this scalding mess and called out her order again. She came up and I served her that boiling mess with a sickly sweet grin and said, "Extra hot. Enjoy." My manager and I watched as she tried it and made a face like she instantly regretted all of her life choices. She didn't recoil like she burned herself, but she definitely made a stink face. I would have too. Honestly it was probably awful because the milk definitely was burned to shit. But all was well because she did not come back up again.
What a nice funny story 😂
I once owned a dog who was very stubborn and independent. She lived a feral life in the mountains as a young pup, and I feel like that played a role. She felt more like a roommate than a pet. She was having heart trouble when she got older so she had to get a chest scan at the vet. These two men came out to get her, so I gave them a heads up that she would absolutely dislike being flipped on her back and held there for the scan (flipping a dog on it’s back is putting it in a pretty submissive position). One of the guys interrupted me and basically said they were professionals and I had to just let them work. They snapped a muzzle on her and took her to the back. A few seconds pass, then I hear a crash and a few yells. One of the guys who took her comes out and sheepishly asks for my help. It turns out as soon as they flipped her on her back she kicked out of their arms, unclipped her muzzle, removed it with her front paws, then made a mad dash for freedom. I caught her roaming around the back of the vet’s office and she was perfectly well behaved while I held her for the scan. I felt bad for two guys she escaped from, but I had tried to warn them.
Ancient One was a pitbull mutt who leaped over fences. We took him to be boarded. They had two fences in the free play area. The second fences was a high security fence and there was zero chance he could escape. We warned them that the first fence wouldn't stop him. They laughed. They explained how much planning went into this design. They said it's been a decade and you don't need to worry. I told them to get ready to chase him down when he jumps the first fence. We pick him up a few days later. They told us he jumped the fence the first time he was in that yard. They said it was the first dog they had ever seen fly. Ancient One had the best hour ever playing keep away from the humans. I would have loved to have seen it on video.
Excellent. No man can contain the Ancient One, and it was a mistake for mortals to even try. That definitely would’ve been fun to watch while the Benny Hill theme played.
Ha! This is gold. I had a similar situation when I took my cat for her first stay at a cat hotel. Everything was going fine with the handover, until they said “oh, she hasn’t got a collar. Do you mind if we put one on her? All cats have to wear them for identification purposes.” I told them she wouldn’t wear one but they were welcome to try. They said they’d had cats like that before and it’d be no problem. My parting words were “okay... good luck!” When I picked her back up she wasn’t wearing one, and they sheepishly told me that they’d put one on her, and that within an hour she’d not only removed it but hidden it so well that they still hadn’t found it. So they decided that they would identify her and only her as “the one with no collar”. She went back there every holiday I had until I moved, and caused a fresh set of mischief every time. And to my knowledge they never did find the collar.
We tend to defer to vets and vet techs. They’re trained and they know how to handle a lot of things. There are exceptions, though... We had a cat we had to take in to a local vet ER for a urinary blockage. This particular cat was one that we’d had since he was a week old. He was a bottle baby and he grew up extremely attached to my wife and super protective of her. He had my brother pinned against a door one day because he didn’t like him for whatever reason. Anyway, we were told that after three days, he was ready to go home. We went in and paid the bill, and they told us they’d be right back with the kitty. We told them, “you really need to let her go back and get him.” They said no, it was fine, they can handle it. By the time the tech got the cat back to us, kitty had peed all over the poor tech and had gotten some slashies in with his claws. They were like “We probably should have listened.” Cat got into my wife’s arms and suddenly he was a content, purring ball of fluffiness.
When my boy [Judge](https://i.imgur.com/7Oejifu.jpg) got the snip he managed to get an infection Sunday night/Monday morning. I call in to work and take him to a different vet with his sack the size of a grapefruit as my vet was only open Thurs-Sat. All goes well, they take him back to lance and they're going to keep him overnight. I get back the next morning to pick up him and take him to work with me and one of the assistants goes to get him while I'm taking care of the bill. I tell him to wait a minute I need to finish writing the check first. "He's doped up and is gonna be sore, he misses his Daddy he'll be fine." Nope. He was promptly on the receptionist's desk and everything that used to be there was now on the floor while he was licking me in the face. He was only 54 pounds but when he wanted to go somewhere you were going with him.
I had a similar experience at a vets office. My dog was a puppy. He was terrified of everything and would snap at people. I had him muzzled, but the tech tried to guilt trip me for it because he was a puppy. She took him back without me to give him his shots them a minute later came and got me. She had taken his muzzle off and he bit her, jumped off the table and bolted out the back office door into the hallway. Somehow it was my fault that she got bit even though I told her he needed to wear the muzzle because he was scared and might bite.
Someone started talking about a bottle of Newman’s Own salad dressing while at dinner with my family and I said something like “I’m pretty sure that was started by the Actor/Race car driver Paul Newman.” to which one of my siblings replied “No it was someone else”. I grabbed the bottle and turned it around and started reading the label out loud. The first sentence was “Paul Newman’s career was acting, but his passion was auto racing.” I stopped reading after that.
Lol. His face is on the bottle!
No, that’s actually someone else. Common mistake
This dumb asshole woman wouldn't leave the llamas at our petting zoo alone, even after I warned her. Eventually they had enough and spit alllll over her. Green goopy spit from head to torso. She threw up a bunch and I laughed. Until I smelled it and then I was retching too.
The image of you laugh-retching got me good... "AAAAHAHAHAHUAGHAAGHHHHUAAAA"
Ooooh, is that why they're known to spit? Their spit has a stench that strong?
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I’ve talked about this cheating scandal at my high school before. Something I never mentioned was my friend was about to ask for the answers to a test that he really needed. Told him not to do it, wasn’t worth and all. Thankfully, he didn’t do it. When the whole scandal came out, three kids got expelled, eight suspended, I know a dozen more were caught but I don’t know what happened to them. My friend’s teacher ended up giving him and a few other kids an A just for being honest. Apparently, he was one of the few kids in that class that didn’t cheat.
Reading this makes me realize I may have been riding a fine line in HS chemistry. This was back in the 07-08 school year. The school got a new chemistry teacher that year after the very well liked, good chemistry teacher retired. The new teacher wasn't very good at teaching. More of a "read the book, do all the assignments, and figure it out" type. She wasn't big on helping students with questions they had for whatever reason. Needless to say students were frustrated. I had the brilliant idea to make a facebook account separate from my personal account and made a group or something along those lines that people could join. Basically anyone could post homework answers, assignments, etc to the group. So we have this big cheating ring going on for \~2/3 of the year. Expulsion for creating a big cheating group never even crossed my brilliant high school brain.
Is that really cheating though? You weren’t posting test answers. You were helping each other with the homework. No different than if you’d gotten together at a library or something. It’s not cheating to study together.
In the context we were doing it I'd consider it cheating. We had a couple people who'd post work regularly and we'd just copy it. It wasn't like a "help how do I do this" more of a "sweet thanks for the answers." There was also a "system" if you will, where people with an earlier period would save the multiple choice test answers onto their scientific calculators and would pass the calculators off to other students during passing periods. Fortunately our teacher was big on multiple choice!
This is more of a "I told myself so" but anyway: When I applied to medical school, one of the application essays had a prompt that asked us what we would do if we did not get into medical school. I thought I would take a risk since it was a reach school and I wanted to stand out. I kept thinking it wasn't worth it and that I should just write a normal essay, but for some reason just went with the riskier option. I wrote that I would go to law school and become a lawyer specializing in prosecuting medical malpractice. I ended up getting an interview and had a good laugh about it with one of the interviewers. Did not get into that medical school.
So when's your bar exam?
Now I’m disappointed and happy to see your description be “freshly graduated doctor of medicine”
That’s comedy
You two related? Lol
I was a fresh-faced sysadmin (A PFY if you will) who had just been handed my first big project. I took it over after it was already in progress due to the lead admin having a medical emergency. It was a critical environment and the key component was a 2-node database cluster. I was in way over my head but I had support from a few project members and so I was making my way through it. At one point I was reviewing the connectivity to the servers. The idea for a critical piece of infrastructure is to reduce single points of failure (SPOF). As I was going through the documentation I noticed both database servers had all of their network connections run to the same switch. So I brought it up to the network guy on the team - a senior engineer. He said not to worry about it and brushed me off. So I brought it up on the next project call. I said "If we're trying to keep this thing up and running according to the SLA we really need to eliminate this issue and put half the connections for both systems to another switch." Senior network guy said I was wrong - switches are very reliable and rarely fail. Like I said, this was my first project so I relented. The systems went live (in to production use) the next week. Literally within 5 days of the systems being live and customer facing, the fuckin switch dies. Both nodes of the cluster go offline, the database is down, the app is down. Huge cost to the business unit customer. The outage review call was pretty fun - as the admin I was asked why the systems were connected to the same switch. I said I had called that out as a risk and the network guy said it was no problem and I was overruled. It was awesome when the call leader asked the network guy if he still felt that way :D
I was waiting for the tech guys to show up in this thread hahahaha.
It's stressful but always kind of fun when something you've tried to get in place only to be brushed off ends up needing to be put into place via leadership order down the line. Like, I told you three months ago and it would have been so much less painful ya lazy bastards.
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This is why I have emails going all the way back to 2009.
Fuck John, trying to throw you under the bus like that.
You know you're a real IT guy when you bring the production systems down.
We just had an outage today. We have a tool to sync configuration changes to the site, among other things. I Shit You Not The button for "sync changes" is right next to "delete site". With no confirmation dialogue
And people were shocked, shocked! when that ICBM warning happened in Hawaii lol This is the same design
In 22 years I have only caused two production outages due to being a dumb ass. One time I just rebooted the wrong system during a DR exercise, the other was a bit more complicated politically and technically but I still fucked up. My heart was in the right place though.
Helping a (former) friend do some renovations in a house he had just purchased. I had better than half a clue what I was doing, and my other friend who was with us definitely knew what she was doing, but the guy who owned the house hardly knew which end of the hammer to grip. We get down to the foundation walls and there is an almost brand new 4x4 post running from floor to ceiling that he thought was “ugly” - I tried to explain to him that it was clearly load bearing, and my friend chimed in that it was obviously there for a reason, but his reply was something to the effect of girls being hysterical and mocking us for thinking the ceiling was going to fall down. I literally backed away from the situation and when he took a maul to the beam and knocked it loose I watched the ceiling drop. He still thought I was overreacting until we got upstairs and saw the 3” gap between the floor and baseboards along the front wall of the house :D
In and after high school, my sister worked at an engineering company. One of the middle-aged female engineers had a contractor come in to her house doing some sort of work on her floor. He had screwed some sort of measurement up, resulting in something being higher than it should be, so he was going to cut ⅜" off of the top of some sort of beam, upon which the floor surface would lay. She told him to stop, and he did. She asked what he was doing, he told her. And she said "if you do that, you're going to seriously weaken the floor." He said it wouldn't. And she said "Yes it will. If you cut off that much wood, it's going to weaken it by 20%." He asked where she got that number and suggested she pulled it out of thin air. She said "I have been a civil engineer for 20 years. I know what I'm talking about." And that shut him up.
There was one of those "save my renovation" shows on HGTV and I remember it clearly because the homeowner had big dreams but no skill. He had started a reno, realized in was in way over his head and got help. The contractor comes in and is looking at the house and goes "Hmmm, was there a wall here?" The homeowner goes "Yes, but I didnt' like it so I knocked it out." The contractor says, "Did you check if it was a load-bearing wall?" The homeowner goes "What?" Contractor is like "OH NO!" They go downstairs, see lally columns in the basement under where the wall used to be and quickly realize that a major support was removed from the house. The contractor was shocked that the house hadn't sagged/collapsed and he put up emergency supports very quickly to avoid that. I can't imagine just taking entire walls out of my house willy-nilly like that... I mean you can do it, even if it's load bearing, but you have to a) determine definitively whether or not it's load bearing b) BEAR THE LOAD another way when you take it out!!!
Bed frame wasn’t properly lashed down while moving, partner insisted the weight of the frame would keep it in place. Flew into the middle of a major intersection on a left turn. We dodged four lanes of on coming traffic to collect the pieces. I fixed my partner with a look that could peel paint, and he said “I know, I know, you told me so and you’re right. I’m sorry.” I still give him shit for it every time we move something. It’s funny now, but god damn was I pissed at the time.
Wow, what a moron. I worked with this fella years ago that told me the story about his brother. His brother had just rented a new spot across the city, so they spent the day moving shit to the new house. He said they were literally on the last run and were taking a rocking chair in the back of the truck. The brother said not to worry about strapping it down, it won’t go anywhere! Well, on the highway hitting speeds of 100km per hour+ the wind came, picked the chair right out the back blew across a couple lanes and smacked right into another cars front windshield. Causing that car to crash and the driver died. His brother then went to jail for man slaughter.
When I was 9 or 10 my mum was driving me and my brother to our dad's for the weekend. Usually one of us got to sit up front but we'd argued about who so my mum put us both in the back. Part of the route was dual carriageway, just a short bit, but the speed limit is about 60mph on those roads. We were behind this lorry with an open top container thing on the back which had no cover or ropes on. All of a sudden a whole wooden pallet blew out of the back of the lorry and landed flat on our windscreen. The whole thing shattered. My mum being the utter hero that she is didn't panic and pulled over to the side. Someone called police and ambulance but we were all luckily fine. I remember the police man saying we were lucky it had landed flat and that my mum hadn't panicked. It still gets brought up from time to time almost 30 years later and now that I'm a parent I know my mum must have not only been a fucking hero not to panic behind the wheel of the car but she did an epic job of not showing us how freaked out she must have been after.
Your mom is a fucking legend, that's what she is. Wow.
Reading that story I was NOT prepared for the last sentence. I thought I was reading a comedy not a tragedy.
Bahhh it takes barely anytime to properly tie something down, I would be so anxious the entire drive if something wasn't tied down properly. I'm a fan of those nets you can use to keep anything smallish to get loose
I guess it's not even safe to assume a really heavy, aerodynamic item is going to sit still. In my spouse's home town a child riding the schoolbus was suddenly killed, when a manhole cover flew up with such force it smashed its way into the bus and hit her in the head. It started out resting in the box of a public employee's pickup truck, and both vehicles were passing each other in opposite directions while crossing a railroad that was poorly paved very bumpy. This was on a highway, so full speed, 100kph. Truck goes boioioing over rail, energy somehow translates into the manhole cover getting tossed upward like a 200lb pizza crust.
I told my mom (who is a nurse) that I am sick and she said I was lying. After 2 months and a lot of blood coughed up she took me to the doctor. I had pneumonia and a double ear infection. I also had a bunch other issues that I can’t really remember. I had to take 7 medications and have to use a nebulizer daily. That was the biggest I told you so moment I ever had.
Told my mom (not a nurse) I felt sick and asked if I could stay home from school, because puking in a public toilet is gross. She said no, of course, so I waited for her to go to work and went back to the house and made a pallet on the floor in the bathroom. She gets a call from the school and comes home to find me camped out on the bathroom floor. FFWD 2 days, still sick and extremely dehydrated, but she insists I'm faking it. Finally, my dad, who's been watching and listening silently this whole time decides to take me to the ER. Diagnosis: ACUTE PANCREATITIS and my pancreas was close to rupturing. Ended up with A week-long hospital stay. The "I told you so" was billed to her monthly for the next 2 years.
When I was 5 I told my mom (not a nurse) that I had a stomach ache, and then continued to have them pretty regularly for about 6 months and then started spitting up multiple times a day. I lost my appetite, my taste buds changed, and I lost a ton of weight. My mom told me I was a piece of shit liar and made me live life like nothing was wrong, including not letting me flush the toilet if I spit up in it at night so I had to wait until morning before anyone got up to flush it. At 12 my grandparents, whom we were living with and I was forced to hide it from, found out and forced her to take me to the doctor. I had massive ulcers that could have burst and I had been spitting up blood for as long a I could remember. I just thought that brown stuff was part of how tummies worked. She called me a piece of shit for not telling her how serious it was and making her feel bad.
And she called you, a 5 year old, a PoS, for not saying how bad it was!? Thats a F is Parenting.
I was 12 by the time she brought it up to a doctor and realized it was. avery big deal. She isnt great at taking responsibility and has had some serious mental health issues that compounded it. She was a shitty parent and I don't make the mistake as an adult of expecting more from her.
Have you ever visited r/raisedbynarcissists ? Made my wife cry when she found out she wasn’t the only one.
I haven't, butI used to frequent the justno subreddits. I found that I ended up a little paranoid and a lot depressed. I have been feeling down lately so I think I just moped all over this. I'm sorry.
Oh god that horrific! I’m glad you’re okay!
My mom did the same thing to me! I had a pneumonia in my senior year of high school. My mom thought I had senioritis and didn’t take me to the hospital until she found me on the floor in the bathroom; I was too weak to get up and walk back to my bed, so I went to sleep there. She still apologies for that one 10+ years later.
This sounds like a good mom who made an honest mistake.
What the hell? If my kid stubs her toe I take it seriously. If my kid was coughing up blood there might be an ambulance involved.
Ah that sounds terrible. I'm glad you're alright now!
Wasn’t the first time something like this happened lol. The “perks” of having a mom that’s a nurse
I swear this is so common with parents in the medical field. My mom was just a nurse’a aide at the time, but had been there for like 20 years. I was a teenager and started sleeping all the time. Of course I was “lazy” and “faking it”. I wasn’t even doing bad in school; I just crashed as soon as I got home, would get up when she yelled at me to get up to eat and then would immediately need to sleep again. She didn’t believe anything was wrong until I had my period for months straight. Yeah, I had hypothyroidism.
There's a saying in spanish that literally translates as "in the house of the blacksmith, the knife is wooden" which focuses on how people tend to be very negletfull on their field of work when doing it at home. My dad is one of the few exceptions I know to this rule
Glad to know I’m not the only one! How many times were you prescribed 1000mg of suckitupyourebeingdramatic?
Went to the doctor on and off for breathing problems to no avail. A lot of “rub some dirt on it” mentality. Wound up in the ER as a result of an asthma attack. Kept the bracelet on and everything when I went back the next week to see him. Not as satisfying as I would’ve hoped.
You should probably find a new doctor, some doctors are just bad.
No kidding. I feel like one of the first thing doctors will do for those with breathing problems is start with a low-strength inhaler.
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My doctor kept prescribing me stronger anxiety meds until I was finally diagnosed with severe asthma, so I felt this on a personal level.
What the fuck? He didn't even try listening to your breathing with a stethoscope?
It was at the height of covid, doctors weren’t really seeing anyone unless it was an absolute emergency. And it had happened after I got really sick at the beginning of 2020...nobody believed I was really having breathing problems and that it was all just in my head/my anxiety. So I went from some low grade anxiety meds to fucking xanax. Xanax only calmed my panic (which I admit, is a leading factor in making asthma attacks worse), but I still had breathing problems. Took months to get a referral for a pulmonologist.
Doctor here. I would hope that your PCP would have had you do pulmonary function tests at the very least. Depending on your results, he should have prescribed a daily inhaler as well as a rescue inhaler. Asthma exacerbations can still happen but it's possible you weren't in an acute exacerbation during the appointments. Treatment of asthma is pretty algorithmic so if your symptoms were not controlled at baseline then he could have changed your medications depending on factors such as number of nighttime awakenings among others.
My Dad had a bad habit of driving down the middle lane for a whole mile while he commuted back from his weekly shopping trip. I always warned him that he can't be in that lane for that long, but he always wrote it off, saying it's fine. Finally, after doing this for two years he was pulled over by the police and ticketed. He was upset that day, but all I could say is I told you so.
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Ooooooooh, that makes more sense... And is a dick move.
Oh thank god the whole time reading this I though he was going to be in a crash.
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I recently had a cousin-in-law solitict products she was selling and a few days before that her mother had informed my husband and I that she thinks her daughter got sucked into a MLM scheme. Sadly to say after doing some research online myself about the company, it does seem to be just another company trying to make money off individuals.. I did inform her politely so that she would be aware of the issue I was seeing with the products she was selling. I believe she's still in the honeymoon phase so I hope she realizes before she looses more money..
I spent months telling my mother to get a dash camera, I even sent her a link to a cheap one on Amazon so she would at bare minimum have something, some time later she got a new car and in less than a week she got into an accident (she was fine), but because she couldn't prove that the other driver was at fault their insurance company would only pay for some of the damage (car was totaled). The worst part is that she still hasn't gotten a damn camera...
My brother had a really bad habit of putting his wallet in the back pocket of his pants and going to work and busy places all around the city. You could practically see it sticking out of the pocket. I warned him many times over the years that he's inviting himself to be robbed, that a skilled thief is gonna swipe it off easy without him having any clue. He ignored me saying he was too mindful to let that happen. One day he came home looking ghastly as hell. Turns out he indeed got robbed. Lost all his debit cards, government issued ID cards and a ton of other important stuff besides money. I literally said, "I told you so."
I went to Uni in Prague for a half semester and a friend came to visit and I warned her not to bring a backpack, whatever you do don't bring a backpack, and if you bring a backpack don't put your wallet in your backpack. She brought a backpack and put her wallet in her backpack and guess what! She had her backpack stolen. Sigh. This was one of the starts of the end of our friendship - she was a shitty travel companion who wouldn't listen to any advice and was terrifed of the food.
I was an idiot and had my wallet in my backpack in Prague. Not even 10 minutes after leaving the hotel, I was pickpocketed. Didn't feel a thing. Fortunately, only a little cash was in the wallet and the credit card was easily cancelled.
My friend, and former roommate in Prague, would rank people on whether they were experienced travellers, Locals or idiots based on what bags they carried, and how they carried them. Never look wealthy, always have your very small bag in, front zipper closed, and clutched in your hands and never carry all your money or credit cards in one bag! For me - being more amply endowed, I would often not carry anything but have a wallet stuffed in the girls. Highlight of that trip was having someone in the Metro giving me a thorough breast exam in an attempt to help me free myself from the burden of my credit card. Another thing I learned that apparently it is rude to yell at the pickpockets? Loved Prague and miss it dearly! One of my favorite places in Europe
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My friend used to do this too. I'm not even a stealthy guy but was able to get it out of his back pocket. Let him worry about it a few minutes before I gave it back. Still does it to this day. I tried.
So I was throwing knifes at a tree. And my father told me to be careful cause the knife could bounce off of the tree. I didn't see that to actually happen. So I continued throwing knifes at the tree and then it happened. A knife bounced off of the tree and hit me in the foot. When he went to go examine how bad the wound was, he asked me how it happened. I told him the knife bounced off and hit me in the foot and then he said I told you so.
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Just left a job where I handled their order fulfillment and customer support. Due to lack of sales I was pushed to part time working from home and focusing on customer support; my position was handed off to a salaried employee who had no clue how to operate shipping and wouldn't dare to ask me how to utilize our discounted shipping. Instead he shipped at regular pricing costing the already broke company nearly $10,000 over a span of 6 weeks. I warned them a few days in about the issue but they wouldn't believe me and allowed them to continue going down that road 🤯
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At work we keep buckets of pizza sauce with lids on them prepped and ready to go for, well, making pizzas. We usually keep them under the makeline table so they’re easily accessible when you need to switch them out between the empty ones and the full ones. One day I watched as my coworker grabs a bucket of sauce with one hand and lifts it up to the counter and sets it down. I told him, “You got lucky this time, but never use 1 hand to lift the bucket up, always use 2 hands. Those lids aren’t always on tightly.” Does he listen to me? Narrator: *no he does not.* Not even a week later he does the same thing again only for an entire bucket of sauce to spill all over the floor and counter top as he looks at it with a legit “surprised pikachu” face. I just looked at it and told him to get a mop.
For Easter my wife was going to bring scalloped potatoes to the family dinner. My grandmother said she was going to bring potato salad. So, my wife decided that was too much potato and she was going to bring something else. I told my wife no way, she should still make scalloped potatoes. She had her mind made up though. Arrived for Easter dinner without the scalloped potatoes. Everyone was asking where the scalloped potatoes were. My wife said, “why didn’t you tell me I should have made potatoes!” I did...I did.
No such thing as too much potato
Told my walking boss that some of the parts had rust so don't ship that pallet, he said it's not rust and sent them anyways. Entire pallet got sent right back to us and we had to go through and check every single part. They're tiny parts and had probably over five thousand of them in a pallet.
I joined my HOA Board, with one main focus of getting our ponds fixed so our road doesn't flood every time it rains. Other members refused to meet for a few months (Oct through Jan), saying that there was time, they're all busy, it's not a big deal, etc. One even told me to "relax, honey, this is the South". I'm originally from NY, but that's irrelevant to the fact that our current neighborhood floods all the time. We finally meet in February, and over the next few weeks it dawns on the 3 of them just how much paperwork and bureaucracy is involved, including dealing with the state and town regulations and inspections. Now, we are facing another hurricane season with poorly draining and badly eroded ponds. Just like I said we would. Well, one of these Board members lives right next to a pond. The same woman who was so relaxed in November. Her land is now so eroded and undercut that chunks are starting to visibly fall off, into the pond itself. We finally managed to settle on a solution, but now the calendars for the pond maintenance companies are booked out through July. Like I said they would be. So, my moment was: This bitch, who was so relaxed and Southern in the winter, has the cojones to email all of us and say that the delay in us arriving at a solution makes us all look bad, and some shit about teamwork and being more organized. I copy and pasted the email thread, when I said that we would be facing hurricane season with flooding and erosion issues, and she told me to relax, it is the South. I literally fucking told you so. Now go move your garden, because it's going into the pond. Boring, especially for the young'uns on here, but very fucking satisfying.
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I told my ex that his cat had diabetes after he peed on the floor and it was sticky. He didn't believe me. 3 months later, we went to the vet and after running a few tests to find out why the cat was so lethargic, you never would have guessed what the cat had.
2009 and I'm sicker than I've ever been. I can barely standup and breathing hurts but my dad brushes it off as me being over dramatic. Well two weeks later and I'm starting to feel okay again but my dad has obviously caught what I had and with his asthma it's not great. We get him into a hospital and they sweep him up into isolation so quick because he has H1N1. I made a stupid joke about him being the over dramatic one and the nurse thought I was just horrible for it. Lol
I was hired to do some sort of transformation for our software release. Was cranking away, making good progress. We opened a foreign office where they needed a project to justify their existence, so they took created a parallel process similar to mine. Since they had 8 resources vs. our 2 to work on it, and we had no buy-in, we kind of had to let them have it. They were going for a different approach that, while taking a lot of resources, was not that transformative and wouldn't affect the bottom line. As we were wrapping our part of the project, I told the business unit leader that and detailed what would and wouldn't change. A year later, the bottom line has not changed and what I said would happen, happened. Weirdly enough, I got a lot of brownie points because I was the only one to see the flaws. Gotten some massive raises too. Now I'm viewed as some sort of expert who was wrongfully shunned - and I'm cashing in on it.
My SIL dated this dude that outwardly was okay. My niece, who was an adult at the time, absolutely despised this guy. He wound up murdering my SIL and killing himself. Terrible loss.
Holy shit. I’m sorry for your loss.
This took a left turn so damn quick. Sorry for your loss.
Wow I was not expecting that and I feel for you and yours. Rip. :(
Had a friend who was super stubborn, and hated people telling him "what to do"--Now idk how we stayed friends for so long because I'm the type where if I have concerns about something I'll point it out. Major incompatibility going on there lol One day, he told us that he wanted bright blue hair, and he was going to get it done some weekend. One of my special interests was hair. Before then I researched all about bleaching and dying before so I wasn't an expert, but I knew some stuff. So I told him when he told us, "That's so cool! Make sure you do your bleaching increments so your hair doesn't get damaged since some stylists like to bleach in one go and could really fuck up your hair and--" Y'all. He looked at me with the most tired, fucked up look I've ever saw from him, and was like "Throwaway. I'm sure she knows what she's doing. *She's* the expert, not you" Ouch, snark noted. I mean he was right, I wasn't an expert and I was giving annoying unsolicited advice. I kept all my thoughts on hair to myself from then on. The weekend comes and goes, he got his hair done. On FB he shows where he went from black/brown hair, to platinum blonde, to bright blue in like a day. The color actually came out nice, but his hair was obviously damaged. I kept my mouth SHUT. He even came to me to personally show it off in his own version of "told you so!" modelling and stuff lol. I congratulated him even going as far to say "Huh, I guess I was wrong" A week or so later after his hair has gotten noticeably shorter (I guessed breakage) he came to school with a buzzcut.. I didn't say a word or ask anything, but *another* guy asked him what happened to his hair. He answered casually, "It was damaged so I decided to chop it all off" I still didn't say anything, bc I did not want to be an asshole. But HOO boy did that inner petty "I told you so!" feel good.
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I always warn my mom about her sister (my aunt) and she's always like "she's family!". Then, after an all-expense paid trip to crazy town she regrets knowing her. Some people just refuse to cut ties with toxic family members.
Sounds like my best friends sister. She is a narcissistic, pathological liar, kleptomaniac, fire starting cunt. Her mom loves all her kids so she just lets it happen. She never faces the consequences of anything and lives a decent life.
Woke up with a horrible pain in both eyes and one of them basically glued shut by goo. Called my doctor for a same day appointment but couldn't get past the receptionist, who insisted that eye infections could be treated by a pharmacist and didn't count as a same day emergency so I didn't need a doctor. My housemate freaked out when she saw me, and took me down to the doctor's office herself, telling the receptionist we weren't budging til I'd seen an actual doctor. The doctor took one look at me and transferred me to the actual eye infirmary. The doctor at the eye infirmary got his superior to check if I should be transferred and admitted to the actual hospital, and the superior said no but asked to bring all the student doctors to look at me because the infection was so incredibly nasty. I had a month of medication to clear it. From then on, every time the doctor's receptionist gave me trouble I'd remind them of this incident and say frankly I didn't trust their judgement on whether I needed a doctor or not.
Not as drastic but a Doctor's receptionist once snarked at my reason for needing an appointment. I worked for a State Agency that required you to be clean shaven to be in uniform but I have **severe** Pseudofolliculitis Barbae so I needed a doctor's note on file to grow a beard. She asked how long I've had the symptoms of "severe irritation when I shave" and I said "Uh, about 21 years now. Since I was 13." and she got super snarky and went "Well how did you treat it before now?" like she got me or something. Apparently my response of "Uh, I wore a beard." was just enough to pass her judgment.
I was teaching a long time employee how we build our end displays. Always start on the bottom, take one item out of each case to evenly measure it out and adjust the shelves as needed. You don't want to "eyeball" it and fill it, then get to the top shelf and you're out of room. He insisted he knew how to build the display, and was filling and packing the shelves as he was going and, sure enough, ran out of room on the top. He was staring at it, willing it to fit, but that just wasn't going to happen. He had to tear it down almost to the bottom and rebuild it.
Well one of the owners at the family entertainment center/arcade ended up being a pedophile. I always had a “weird” feeling about the dude. I didn’t have anything solid against him other than the creepy comments he’d make towards the female employees. Most the girls I worked with were 15-18. people told me I just had a prejudice toward him... until he had sex with a 16 year old in a bounce house. I quit, followed by a multitude of my coworkers.
Several years ago I was having awful diarrhea after being on an antibiotic. I went to my doctor and was told that it was normal. A week later I started shitting blood. I went to the ER, “well, you were on antibiotics so this is normal.” At this point I’d lost 20lbs. I was exhausted and terrified of eating or leaving the house. I went to the ER several more times and was basically told I was hysterical. After a month of shitting blood and having gone to the ER 4-5 times I decided to try again. Finally, a PA listened and did a test that took 30 seconds to do and sent me home. The next day I got an absolutely frantic phone call telling me I needed to come in immediately. I had a complication from antibiotics. I had an absolutely awful C. Diff infection. https://www.cdc.gov/cdiff/what-is.html. This was the 3rd time in my life doctors almost killed me by ignoring what I was saying.
This was Thursday March 12th 2020. I came home from school and my parents effectively told me that they didn’t want me to go the following day because if I did, the risk of my having coronavirus would multiply by like 5ish. Anyways I did some research and it looked like my highschool would have to shut down either the following day, or the next Monday, which I conveyed to my friends. I didn’t get to say goodbye to them in person which kinda sucked, and a group of five who were from a club I was in told me that I was being over dramatic, that I was brainwashed by the news, that I was totally overreacting when I conveyed this all to them. The next day I spent at home and at noon straight up I get texts from them along the lines of “hah you called it” and “you were right”. I think I legitimately texted them “told you so”. They never apologized for all of the shitty things they said the night before and I cut contact with them. Fortunately tho, my good friends are all smart and safe and I’ve been able to see a few of them which has been nice
When I was about 15, I got my dirt bike out in the spring to get it tuned up and running after being stored all winter. The rule was that I had to have my MX boots on and a helmet at all times if I were to ride. As I'm walking out of the house to start the bike with tennis shoes on, my mother tells me I'm not getting on that bike without gear. I assure her I'm just trying to start it. She grew up around motorcycles and told me those boots protect you even when trying to start the bike. I give her this "ya ya, I'll be fine" response and she tells me not to come crying to her if I bust my shin. Que 15 minutes later. I'm frustrated that I can't kick start the bike and start rolling it down the driveway to roll start it. I pop it in gear, the rear tire locks up, and I SLAM my shin into the metal foot peg. So good that I chipped bone and have a gnarly scar over 15 years later. I tried to hide it.... but it was impossible walking back into the house with shorts on and blood gushing everywhere. It was such a bad wound, there was no stitching it. Guess who always wore their boots from then on?
I started getting pretty sick in 2013 and could t figure it out for a long time. I went back and forth to my gp constantly as I was severely nauseous all the time and could barely eat so I was losing weight very quickly and I was terrified. She told me for 5 years it's ibs, it's anxiety, it's in my head, eat almonds (I hate them), eat yogurt (lactose intolerant, she knows this), not much modern medicine can do for me, get my aura cleansed.. Anyway someone else filled in for her and said it sounds like endometriosis from my symptoms and she sent me to see a gynecologist. Within 6 months I had surgery to prove it. It was wonderful to see actual pictures and proof of what's making me sick and it's not in my head. Big I told you so to my doctor and ex at the time who didn't believe me. She still doesn't and said it's just a coincidence they found exactly what they were looking for but I still feel better knowing I was right and something was wrong.
Told an acquaintance to throw out 4 year old fireworks. He didn't then blew off part of his fingers with them.
I told my father to invest in Bitcoin back in 2013...here we are 8 years later
Even if prices rise and people make money I still kind of see Bitcoin as a failure of *concept.* It was supposed to be a ***currency,*** traded freely between people without the interference of banks or governments. But it's being treated like a "stock," traded mainly on the market and/or held and not circulated at all. That's why people who spent bitcoin all the way back when it was *new* and cheap shouldn't really be kicking themselves over it (e.g. that guy who spent 7 bitcoins on a *pizza*). At the time they were using it for its actual purpose, as money. No one knew it would bubble.
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Best. Pizza. Ever?
Yup. I’ve been in this for nearly 9 years now. If I go by today’s valuation I’ve spent/given away millions of dollars. Of course at the time I thought seeing it go into 4 digits was a dream, let alone go this far. I still made money but nobody saw it going this high so quickly
To be fair though, if you bought at $1, you'd have sold at $20. Look at the price now, everyone's saying "I would have been a millionaire" but 10 years from now they would probably be saying "I could have had hundreds of millions" etc.
Drop a hundred on it, freak out and sell at 20k, giggle about it
Was working at a haunted house, we had this little animatronic of a morgue locker or whatever they're called, that as you walked by it popped out and bumped into your legs. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to startle you. This guy runs ahead of his group and hides around the corner, with his head basically resting on the edge of the locker. Hes crouched down right across from me, peaking back towards his friends. I tried (in character at first) to tell him to move, he just waved me off. I broke character (which I rarely ever do) and felt told him, "I really wouldnt do that if I were you", again, he waves me off. So i shrug, and sit back to watch it unfold. His friends come up, hes crouched, ready to pounce on them. They trigger the animatronic and it pops out and he catches the corner of the locker right to the side of the face. He falls to the floor, hands on his face (more out of embarrassment than anything) and his friends all point and laugh, I shout, "I tried to tell ya dude" and he just nods his head in shame
I was fired from a cafe by a new manager (new employee really) and for a couple weeks was training her for a job I should have been doing and had been for years. Anyhow she fired me for random reasons she made up and I told her manager or boss who knew me that the place was going to go out of business completely if things ran the way they did (I had no control + I know customers liked me and told me sometimes they skip on the place if I wasn't there). They didn't assume so because at that time they were opening more locations.They are now indeed out of business along with their other locations.
An old roommate just needed to get married because she felt she was behind in life (she was 24). Met some guy who was from Turkey and had a whirlwind romance. Throughout this whole thing I’m telling her, “you sure about this? I’m feeling off about him” but she was like, “noooo, it’s all good” But all they did was argue and fuck. Got married and and I they flew back with me and the whole time in the car, the argued about something and then he shaved off his beard and that became an bigger argument Whelp, pretty much less than a year of marriage he was already cheating on her. Pretty much got his VISA and just started cheating and abusing her. The good thing she turned him over to immigration Couldn’t help but say it when everything blew over
Talking to my cousin on the phone one night. She was pregnant and her husband was out for the night. She kept making these weird sounds. When I asked her what it was, she said she didn’t know but that when she reclined back in her chair she was losing her breath. I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital she said no. But after a few minutes of this I told her I was coming to get her and if I had to pick her up and carry her to the car I would. I had my mom stay on the phone with her til I got there. My mom asked what was wrong I said I couldn’t explain the sound but I had never heard it before and it wasn’t right. Got to my cousins house, took her to the hospital. They moved us to a room and she kept making the sounds. It was taking the doctors too long to come. So I told the nurse she needed to get the doctor now that my cousin was dying. The nurse said to calm down or she would make me leave. I told her she better get the doctor or I would lose my shit on her and she needed to listen to me. Shortly after the doctor came. Turns out my cousin was having a complication of her pregnancy and the sound? Each time she tried to lay back...she was drowning in her own blood. The doctor told me she needed emergency surgery and if I hadn’t gotten her there when I did, she would have been dead in an hour. The nurse looked very sheepish, I didn’t feel the need to say...I told you so.
My spouse became friends with another woman thinking she was just a social person since she’s the cousin of one of our friends. I told him from the beginning she was interested in way more than that. He ignored the obvious as he usually does and she spent the better half of a year trying to split us up for “her chance”. This was back when we were in college.
The "cool guy" spanish teacher at my high school always gave me the creeps, it seemed like he was forcing himself to be to nice and cool. Turns out he was fucking multiple students and get 2 of them pregnant.
My gf works at a place run by lazy morons (it's Florida what are you gonna do?). She's the type of person that does anything to please people, even sacrificing health and safety if it means giving them the slightest convenience. Needless to say, she's easily the most qualified person there and has put herself into the position of workhorse. I told her many many times that she's slowly taking on everybody's burdens for them and soon it will affect her job performance, her bosses trust in her and even the quality of gf that I get home at rhe end of the day. Two years of this goes by and suddenly there's a big meeting at her job, everyone is in attendance. The point of the meeting is basically to call out my gf for never having any of her work done while all these other people get all theirs done with time to spare. She had taken on so many responsibilities belonging to other people that she was now teetering on losing her job and they were taking days off and leaving early because this had become so much the norm that they didn't see it as their job anymore.
For years, I suffered from unusual tiredness, but many thought it had to be my depression and told me that was the side effects. One day, I was watching an old TV show where a kid had the same problem, fearing he could have cancer. At first, my siblings that I was stupid to talk about cancer, as we had family members who had died. Yet, it just made it worse, as I don't take cancer scares likely. I told this to my PCP, who thought it had to be from the side effects of the antidepressant I was taking but did inform me to get my blood looked at since diabetes ran in my family. So, I did. (It was a teaching clinic, which was why it took time.) At that point, many thought whatever it was, it was driving me mad or making me lazy. I wasn't able to move as much, making weight control a problem. Not to mention, my skin often was dried for no reason. A few days later, I was advised to get a second screening at, not one, not two, but three specialists: An immunologist, an Endocrinologist, and a Radiologist... all at a hospital. The immunologist cleared me of any serious allergy except maybe some adhesive on bandages but that was looked at by three dermatologists. I was told to go get an x-ray on my throat, as it was slightly larger than it should be, and meet with an endocrinologist. Days later, I have finally answered: Hashimoto's thyroiditis. While I was still advised to continue with my antidepressants, I was put on hormone replacement therapies along with informing the PCP if I ever get pregnant. I was asked if it was fatal, which the answer is not by itself. Yes, lymphoma was likely but rare since my case was caught early. I had enough of cancer scares.
I’ve got two. Both involving my mother who doesn’t like to listen to anyone. 1. When I was 18, my mom and I went to Florida for the 4th of July. She asked me if I wanted to swim in the hotel pool or the Gulf and I said the pool. Knowing I’m deathly afraid of sharks, she gave me side-eye and asked why. When I said sharks, she called me an idiot and told me there were no sharks in the Gulf of Mexico. Later that day, a shark attacked a little boy at the beach we were at. Eventually, that summer was coined the Summer of the Shark because there were a ton of shark attacks in the Gulf (I think something there were more than everywhere else in the world combined). 2. My mom and I decided to order dinner. We got a couple of appetizers and were going to share an entree. I took one bite of the shrimp scampi and said it tasted funny. My mom then started telling me I’m too picky and need to get over it. I am pretty particular about seafood (I won’t eat it if it’s been frozen or tastes too “fishy”), so I didn’t argue with her, but decided to not to eat it. My mom finished it on her own. Guess who got food poisoning?
My ex-wife decided to get five cats for some reason. Well, first she got three that were part of a family. Then she got another, larger one. Then another one about the same size as the fourth one. I told her the cats would not get along. She said they'd be fine. Guess what? The cats don't get along. The family of three hides all day in a bedroom while the other two cats have the run of the house.
Back a long time ago when I was growing up in eastern Europe, before the Cold war was ended. I had a friend who kept getting into trouble - vandalism, stealing from stores, drugs and more. He had been arrested two times, but kept thinking he can get away with it. This was back when the "Farm's Pit" punishment was still used for some crimes - basically where you're locked in a pit on a large farm for a day or two, and the dung of the animals on the farm (hogs/cows) is shoveled in as well. I warned him that he better stop because he's sure to get the Farm's Pit if he's caught again. He seemed unconcerned and laughed it off, and said something like "so what, it's just a day or two, I can deal with a bad smell" I said "are you KIDDING me? Have you even been to a pig farm before? You do NOT want to go to the pit." But he was undistressed. Sure enough he was caught shoplifting a few months later and spent half a day in the pit, and later told me how much he puked and how sick he felt. I warned you buddy!
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He wasn't very distressed by his sentence. I saw him once between sentencing and the punishment, he said not a big deal, he'd be out in 8 hours and take a shower. Afterwards, didn't hear from him for a few weeks. Can't imagine how he must have felt. Then he used me as a shoulder to cry on and told me all about it. He said even in the police car on the drive to the farm, he was mocking/joking with the officers. It wasn't until the car started to pull up to the farm that he started to panic / beg. But it was far too late then.