How did it play out?
That’s how like, 75% of art is made
I accidentally broke up with a girl once. We had been dating a few weeks, and it was going OK. I was young and she was super cute, so I was ignoring a few red flags. This was early days of texting, if anyone remembers T9 Texting which was basically predictive numberpad texting. I forget the details, but she asked me about making plans for the weekend, and I was trying to write back “Oh Yeah” and accidentally selected “Oh Why” or something along those lines.
So she freaked out at me, made a whole big scene in public, dropped a bunch of insults, and never spoke to me again. As she was leaving, I was like, “But…” and she said “Save it.” and left.
I was with some friends who had been fully aware of the red flags, and they were all very supportive at every step. They thought I was going to marry her, and were planning an intervention. They were over the moon that I recognized the problem and ended it, and then gave me a ton of well-deserved shit for fucking it up with a text.
Later I met my now lovely wife and we have two beautiful children, so alls well that ends well. I still feel kind of bad for the mistake, though. Jess, if you’re reading this, my bad.
Well, good thing you didn’t follow up with it was a typo. Lol. It still happens today with my wife, no T9 nowadays but fkn autocorrect, mannn…I figured out that there is a setting to change how aggressive the autocorrect is without completely turning it off.
I have those generated quick replies and accidentally texted my wife “Good Job!” when she was letting me know that we had to transfer money between accounts to cover some bills. Like wtf auto-suggest?! How is that a “Good job” moment?
Save it
That basically describes 9 out of 10 times I try to make an omelette. I call the failed attempt “scrambled eggs with benefits” and they’re usually just as good as or better than the omelette would have been.
Same here… I’ve screwed up trying to make an omelet so many times, I just gave up and started calling it “Dirty Scrambled Eggs.”
I find it hard to mess an omelette up after the first few you make in life. Of course I load mine with more cheese and usually make it with six eggs and veggies so it’s just like a big thick pancake. All I have to do is slip the spatula under and fold over lol.
I have to use the dairy-free cheese (lactose intolerant), so perhaps it doesn’t bind it together as well? I do know I used to be a lot better about not ruining it during the flip lol
I’m also lactose intolerant. It used to be bad but now I can tolerate it.
It’s like “Wisconsin Roulette” for me, and I definitely pick my battles because I do love cheese. Sometimes I can eat a whole plate of mozzarella sticks and be (relatively) fine, other times a sprinkle of Parmesan will double me over in pain. The dairy free cheese is only like 30 cents more than the regular, so I just stick with that to be safe.
It is incredibly hard to fold a 2 or 3 egg omlette in half in my experience. The fold ends up pushing even a small amount of filling out unless I get lucky.
I could see a much larger circle folding easier.
It’s never satisfying to eat only two or three unless I am putting on a bagel or toast. That’s why I always eat six. Three or four slices of white cheddar or pepper jack, jalapenos, black pepper, a bit of milk, chopped onions, fresh baby spinach. Roll it up.
I can relate…I went to cooking school and now I have no problem making food for like 6+ people at a time, but when I try to make portions for just myself it’s SO much harder. Every little adjustment makes a difference.
ETA: I mentioned cooking school just because nearly all our lessons / recipes there were for like 15+ people. Not quite the same as having been taught in a home kitchen.
I was helping someone find a lost dog and we both took different paths. I took the wrong path and gave up. However, I later learned the other person took the right path and found out the hard way the dog had rabies.
Lmao was not expecting that ending
After college, I was about 26 or so, and I was in NYC. I thought to myself, “Why not assassinate the CEO of UnitedHealthcare?” At first I thought I was alone in this and people would hate me. It turns out I’m a hero.
Mama mia! It’s a Luigi!
Damn put spoiler text on this lol. Led me on like a gullible mf.
Actually, we’re still waiting to see how it turns out.
Luigiiiii be careful
I fell off the bleachers, over a railing, after an event in high school but flipped head over foot in such a way that I just landed on my feet like nothing happened.
Task failed successfully.
In goal facing a penalty. I dived to my far left but the ball went right down the middle. Luckily I was tall enough that I saved it with my feet.
I fail successfully every other day, it’s like I was raised that way
Well if you fail, you always learn something.
I recently messed around in Paint Tool Sai and changed up the brush settings… then I forgot what my original settings were. But now the fur looks a lot clearer and more defined with the new settings so I’m happy with it!
Looks fire!
It’s called doing a Homer
I unintentionally pissed off a bully during a floor hockey match in high school PE class. Long story, but I did something to make her angry - still no idea what it was - and in that moment she was screaming at me to apologize. I just recall her screaming “SORRY!!! SORRY!!!” at me during a game.
I didn’t realize I had done anything wrong. I was definitely not trying to be competitive or aggressive at a PE game, so WTF? But apparently, “It’s OK. Apology accepted” was not the answer she wanted. She lost her shit and I gained an enemy for the rest of senior year.
Fortunately - and this is the good outcome - she was the most incompetent bully I’ve ever encountered. Sure, she was mad AF and willing to hold a grudge in the way that only 17 year-old girls can do. But I had emerged from a hot crucible of actual fucking competent bullies years before this.
I was captain of the fucking Math Team, bitch. You think calling me “Nerd” is going to hit? Hell no. I own that.
Years earlier, I fought two of my former besties on a snow covered hill in the local park and my only regret was that I was wearing mittens that mitigated the damage to their faces. I’d do that again if I had to.
Point being - she couldn’t do me any harm. Laughing at her made her madder. That was the best part.
tl/dr: I accepted an apology from someone who wanted me to apologize to her, and I gained the most incompetent bully ever. It added some needed comedic relief to me and my friends during a stressful final year of high school.
