Hello, Reddit, this is u/spez, your usually confident CEO. But today, I'm here in a different capacity, as a fellow Redditor who's made a big oopsie. So here it goes... TIFU by deciding to eliminate third-party apps, and as a result, unintentionally creating a crisis for our beloved platform.

Like most TIFUs, it started with good intentions. I wanted to centralize user experience, enhance quality control, and create uniformity. I thought having everyone on the official app would simplify things and foster a better, more unified Reddit experience.

But oh, how I was wrong.

First, the backlash was instant and palpable. Users and moderators alike expressed concerns about the utility and convenience that these third-party apps offered. I heard stories of how some apps like RiF had become an integral part of their Reddit journey, especially for moderators who managed communities big and small.

Then came the real shocker. In protest, moderators began to set their subreddits to private. Some of the largest, most active corners of Reddit suddenly went dark. The impact was more significant than I'd ever anticipated.

Frustration mounted, and so did regret. This wasn't what I wanted. I never intended to disrupt the community spirit that defines Reddit or make the jobs of our volunteer moderators harder.

Yet, here we are.

I've made a monumental miscalculation in assessing how much these third-party apps meant to our community. I didn't realize the extent to which they were woven into the fabric of our daily Reddit operations, particularly for our moderators.

In short, I messed up. I didn't fully understand the consequences of my decision, and now Reddit and its communities are bearing the brunt of it.

So, here's my TIFU, Reddit. It's a big one, and I'm still grappling with the fallout. But if there's one thing I know about this platform, it's that we're a community. We're in this together, and we'll figure it out together.

I'm listening. Let's talk.

TL;DR - Tried to unify Reddit under the official app, phased out third-party apps, caused chaos, possibly destabilized the platform, and learned a lesson about the value of diverse user experiences.

Edit: a word

Note: this is a parody

I'm honestly quite shocked that it happened, but also not at the same time.

Before I begin, I'm a 20-year old college student with Asian roots. This is important to the story.

So there's a high school I have to walk past to get to my bus stop and an orientation for new exchange students was going on out front outside. (I already knew this was happening since the sign outside displayed it for about a week). I casually walk by as per usual, but I hear a voice yelling "Hey you! Where do you think you're going?!" I paused for a split second and continued along thinking it was about someone else. Then again, "HEY! You have to listen to your teachers!! Get back here!!"

I now turn around to look and the lady leading the orientation was furiously waving at me to go over there and then yelled again, "C'MON!! You're holding up the group!!" - I then responded with "I don't go to this school!" and proceeded to head to the bus stop. As I see my bus approaching from a distance, I try to sprint for it, but then I feel her grab my arm from behind (she was FAST) and then began to berate me that I don't get to just ditch school here. I guess she didn't hear me the first time, so I grabbed my student ID to show her and told her again that I'm not a student there. As that happened, the bus just passed by us since no one was at the stop. She made me miss by damn bus.

She kinda just chuckled a bit and half-heartedly apologize before turning back to rejoin her group. At that point, I had to pay $30 an Uber to get me to school (this bus comes once an hour >.>)

TL;DR: A high school was having student exchange orientation, had to walk past said high school to get to bus stop, got mistaken as a runaway exchange student, which led to me missing my bus and Ubering instead.

So I was on one of my cleaning binges and while in the bathroom I decided to clean the sink. Sink clean, but water not draining properly from the sink.

It's been a while since the trap was cleaned, so I opened the cupboard under the sink and carefully unscrewed the U bend pipe, being careful not to drip any of the absolutely vile liquid onto anything in the cupboard.

I removed the pipe, dripping only a little bit, so now the sink just has a pipe that ends directly above all the things in the cupboard; shaving cream, soap, spare TP, medications, etc.

Yeah, this was well overdue, there was so much crap in there and it smelled really bad. I needed to dump this crap somewhere so I could clean up the little puddle in the cupboard.

Oh hey, here's a handy sink to tip this into!

TL;DR I removed the U bend pipe from the sink and proceeded to tip the disgusting contents into the sink, straight into the cupboard below.

I've been on reddit for 5 years and have used the official reddit app all this time. I didn't really see the need to try anything else, even though I knew of the existence of alternatives. I was content with the official app. Sure there were things I disliked and was annoyed by, but overall it was an OK experience.

In light of recent news I was curious and decided to try out Relay to see what all this uproar was about. And oh boy, has it changed my reddit experience. Everything loads way quicker, no overly annoying ads that disguise themselves as reddit posts, EVERYTHING is just better.

And now I'm sitting here, sad to see something disappear that I've come to love over the last few days.

A big Thank You to 3rd party app devs. You are very appreciated for what you've done for the reddit community.

TLDR; After using the official reddit app for 5 years I only now decided to try a 3rd party alternative and it changed everything.

I go to a really nice fitness club. It's worth it because they have a huge indoor playground and daycare is included. Lately my 2 year-old has been dealing with some major separation anxiety so every dropoff has been a bit of a nightmare as I tear myself away.

Today was a typical day like this. I finally got away and headed to the men's locker room to put my gym clothes on. After changing I stopped for a minute to linger at the tiny window at the back of the play area to see how little man was holding up. He had calmed down so I was happy.

I turned around to go work out and there's this guy staring at my with the most disgusted look. I can only imagine he thought I was a creep who enjoys looking at kids or women who sometimes breastfeed. I tried to babble something out about my son but he was already walking away shaking his head.

TLDR; guy at gym thought I was a peeping tom as I was trying to see if my son was OK in daycare.

I just spent 1 1/2 months in Thailand and it was time to come home, so I booked a flight with Japan Airlines to JFK in New York with 2 stops - one in Osaka and one in Tokyo. Since all flights were operated by JAL, I assumed when booking that my bags would be checked all the way through. At Bangkok Airport, I was told that I needed to get my bags in Osaka and re-check them - no problem. On the way to Osaka, my flight attendant hands me 2 cards to fill out. One of them asking if I had any criminal convictions. I was arrested 3 years ago for a small amount of weed and paid a fine and I did not want to lie to them, so I checked yes.

Here is where the shit storm begins - I get to immigration so I can go get my bags, and she double checks with me to ensure that I meant to check yes on the box asking about criminal conviction. She asks me about the conviction and I tell her it is for marijuana. She starts laughing and speaking with the guy next to her, fills out a form, and puts my passport in a folder with the form. A man comes over and escorts me to a room to ask me questions with a translator on speaker. He explained to me that it is impossible to let me in the country. I told him I don’t really need to enter and it is fine if an employee can get my bag checked for me and I will stay in transfers. He then explains that he cannot allow me to fly to Tokyo. He says that since they cannot verify what I claim, they must confirm with the American embassy which can take a long time. They then make me sign a form basically withdrawing my landing so I have to go back to Bangkok.

So here I am, 6 hours later after landing, waiting for another flight back to Bangkok so I can book another flight to go home. -$700 👍🏻 Glad I learned I am not welcome this way instead of booking a vacation here in the future. That’s what I get for being honest.

TLDR: Booked a flight home with connections in Japan and needed to re-check my bags. Was asked about my criminal history for immigration and answered honestly about my one marijuana charge. Unbeknownst to me, Japan does not allow you to enter the country no matter what type or how long ago the drug charge was. Am currently stuck in immigration while I wait for a 9pm flight back to Bangkok, am out $700, and waiting 13 hours.

My oldest brother, "Jonah" (25M), recently came home, so my parents decided to take us all out for dinner. The family is finally reunited, and since my other brother, "Ryan" (20M), and I (19F) have recently started college, we might not get this chance again. I suggested the restaurant, as there was a familiar face working as a waitress there. I thought it would brighten everyone's day, and that familiar face was Ryan's ex-girlfriend, "Chrissy" (20F).

Ryan and Chrissy dated in seventh grade and broke up in ninth grade because Ryan wanted to be single in high school. He wanted to date other girls. Recently, Ryan and his girlfriend of nearly three years broke up. So, I thought maybe seeing someone he was friendly with after their breakup might help him. At first, things seemed fine. Chrissy was our waitress, and I knew which section she served. She's a very friendly young woman with natural beauty, hardly wearing any makeup. She and Ryan talked quite a bit.

However, Jonah pointed to the ring on Chrissy's finger and asked about it. It turns out she's engaged and getting married in just over a month. Ryan was shocked and frozen, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

On the car ride back home, he wouldn't talk to me. Later, Jonah explained to me what was wrong. Since they broke up, Chrissy has become very successful. She has won gold medals in figure skating competitions, received awards for her community service, and even won a beauty pageant. Ryan didn't know she was getting married, and he's mad at me for bringing him to see her. He believes that if I hadn't, he would have never found out.

TL;DR: I brought my brother to see his ex-girlfriend to cheer him up after a breakup, and now he feels worse.

I am being treated for poison ivy. My dermatologist prescribed hydroxyzine (antihistamine)1 tab 4x daily and Prednisone (steroid) to be tapered across 15 days I have taken both before. I've learned from experience to only take 1 hydroxyzine at bedtime because it knocks me on my butt as far as sleepiness. So this morning I went to dutifully take my day 2, 8 Prednisone dose then came back a bit later for my other meds. Upon taking my other meds I realized I had taken 8 hydroxyzine (2 days worth) instead of 8 Prednisone! I decided to call out for work, rather than show up and have the extra hydroxyzine kick in and need a ride home. I embarrassingly explained the error to my boss and she was understanding. I went to sleep for a few hours, missed a text and email about a meeting that thankfully had been cancelled. I just had a 2nd cup of coffee, hoping I can caffeinate my way through the afternoon, as I have a child who will be coming home from school and thankfully a husband who will be home to help out, but ffs, I'm still in disbelief that I did this to myself. Always read the labels folks! TL,DR; I mixed up my poison ivy meds and took 2 days worth of antihistamines.

One of my dogs is a mess. His name is Chico. If he was human, he’d be ADHD. Super sweet but also kind of aggressive, very expressive, and easily excitable. He’s also 60lbs. When I tell folks he’s four, they respond that he still looks and acts like a pup.

I completely agree.

So any way, he does this dance when he wants to eat. I had already fed him, he’d been out, and I wasn’t falling for it. It was my turn to eat and I had a gyro sammie waiting for me up the street. So I ignored him. Went, got food, and came home 10 mins later to a giant soft serve ice cream dump slowly melting on my rug. I don’t have a big apartment so the smell hit me right in the face when I walked in. Poor Chico is looking at me all sad. Of course now I’m apologizing to my dog and taking them both out as the liquid poo sets in. I have one of those thick woven rugs, but I have to get them out. My gyro sandwich is on the counter, mind you. When I get back, I clean it up which was not an easy task. I was out of paper towels so I used a combination of poop bags, old dish towels that were gross anyway, and toilet paper. I think I got it all. Any way, I feel like I would want some to take a shower after cleaning shit before they served me food, so I’m going to do the same. You know, self care.

Any way. TLDR, my dog pooped on my rug.

So I run a book club, every month I have to organise a list of books for the members to vote on and then the most votes gets picked as the book of the month. We use an app that makes this easy by saving the books everyone wants to read and then adding them into the poll automatically. But I still do research and add different titles to make each month’s poll different and fun.

Anyway, I was finishing the poll and thinking about a book I had heard about but hadn’t read. And thought it would be a good pick for the poll. I proceed to research the book by the plot and setting I remember. Spend hours looking for it. Initially it was just an interesting thing to add but then it become an annoying obsession cause I really needed to know what it was.

After hours I gave up and decide to give a final look at the poll to see if everything is fine before publishing it to the members. I look at the first book in the list and I go “mmmm this looks a bit like what I was thinking about” I Google it, and it was the goddamn book.

I spent hours looking for this f*cking book! Hours! And it was the first one in the list all along.

TL;DR: TIFU by spending hours and hours looking for a book - asking Reddit and Goodreads - for my book club when it was already on top of the list the entire time.

This didn’t happen today, it was about 21 years ago but I can’t forget it! I used to work in a famous restaurant in Belfast City Centre in the early 2000’s. I was ‘silver service’ so I set the tables, cleared them, got drinks and helped in the kitchen. One day there was a birthday party booked and they’d brought a toddler with them. I was busy flitting from table to table during the evening rush. When it calmed down a little bit, I caught a breather before collecting glasses from the party table. The toddler was standing on one of the seats with his back to me and as I was reaching over to pick up a glass, I rubbed him on the head and asked the lady next to him, “How old is he? He’s lovely!” She glared at me, as did the rest of the party as I made my way round the table. Only when I got to facing the toddler did I realise he was an adult man with dwarfism!

I told my boss I was sick and went home. Haven’t done that since!

TLDR: Patted a grown up man on the head thinking he was a toddler

Today i fucked up by meeting my old childhood rival. When i was around 11 or 12 i used to receive anonymous calls. When i picked up a "deep voice" would say it was going to ruin my life. After talking with some friends they all spoke about how that sounded like this girl who hated me. She always had a thing for anonymous calling with voice changers, so i thought nothing of the sort. I started making fun of the voice, laughing at the bad impressions ect. After a while the calls stopped and i thought she'd given up. After running into her in a store we met for coffee. Not being able to hold it in i asked her why she did it. She answered with "i didnt ever call you, you called me". now i cant stop thinking about how some guy called both of us for around a year and i just bullied them into stopping. I never thought anything of those calls until now. TL;DR I got calls from someone anonymous and bullied them into stopping

This happened about three years ago, summer 2020. It was the height of the pandemic.

I (now 23f) met a guy on Tinder and we immediately fell for each other, even though we couldn’t meet due to the pandemic.

About a month into us talking every single day, he “coincidentally” was by my town. I decided to go get myself Taco Bell and was maybe going to meet up with him, but I wasn’t decided by the time I had left my house. If I knew I was going to meet him, I would have changed out of my pajamas.

On the (5 minute) drive over, I decided I was going to finally meet him. I was super scared (because I was afraid of getting sick, because it’s scary to meet a guy from online, because we really liked each other, all the reasons). But I never take risks, so I figured why not. The parking lot would be super crowded at that hour anyway.

So, I called him and said to come to Taco Bell and park in the lot. We’d finally meet for the first time. But I didn’t want either of us to get out of our cars because I was paranoid about COVID.

So, I get to Taco Bell and pull into the drive thru. The line was super long, so I texted my dad that it’d be awhile (my mom doesn’t know how to text). It was about 11pm.

So after about 20 min, I finish getting my food and finally pull up in the car next to him. We both rolled down our windows and had the whole “omg you’re real” moment. But I was skeptical, because he looked super short even though he said he was over 6 feet tall. He said it was because he was in a low sports car, and got out of the car to stand and show me that he was indeed tall. He starts walking towards my car door, and I grab the door handle to get out and give him a hug.

As I look left to grab my door handle, I see it. My mother’s car zipping into the parking lot, and my Tinder date’s hand on my door handle.

I scream “THAT’S MY MOM” and start to freak out. He turned around and pretended to walk into the Taco Bell, even though the inside was closed due to COVID.

Mind you, my mom and I are NOT close. She, luckily oblivious, pulls up next to me and starts screaming at me for not being home yet (it had been 30 min). I got so mad and said I texted my dad, but apparently his phone was off. I asked my mom why she didn’t just call me, and she said she didn’t want me to answer my phone if I was driving.

I asked her what she expected to do if I wasn’t there and was, say, driving home, or still in the drive thru. She didn’t have an answer. I was 20 at the time.

I told her that I parked because I wanted to eat in the car. I had left the house maybe twice in the previous 4 months, and genuinely needed space from that house (as this post can probably explain why). I have never done anything wrong or anything for her to not trust me, she’s just crazy.

So anyway, my Tinder date sneaks back into his car and pretends that he’s just another random customer. My mom screams at me that I need to come home now. I’m sobbing my eyes out. My mom leaves the parking lot and obviously expects me to follow her home.

I look over at my Tinder date, who’s in his car, and say “I have to go home, I’m so sorry.” And drive home through my sobs. I never got my hug.

As I’m driving away, I can tell he has his head in his hands and I think he was crying too. We were already basically in love with each other at this time, and our first meetup was ruined.

I got home, and my brother was waiting up for me in the living room. My god, they acted like I was gone for three days. I was home in less than an hour. I left my house at 11pm and was home by like 11:40pm. I don’t know why my brother didn’t try to text me. I had been checking my phone meticulously the entire time in case anyone texted me. Before the pandemic, I would go out all the time until 3am and my mom would always call to check on me. I don’t know why this time she decided she was just gonna show up.

My date got home, and I called him to apologize. I fully expected to never hear from him again. I had told him that my mom is crazy, but he finally got the dose of it. To my surprise, he stayed, but we didn’t properly meet again for a whole month after that.

Fast forward three years and we’re still together. My mom still doesn’t know and will never know. But yeah, I usually lie about where I am nowadays.

TL;DR I went to Taco Bell to go meet up with a tinder date, but my mom didn’t like that I was gone for 30 minutes, so she followed me and almost caught me and him together.

I (m27) was at a rodeo in weatherford Texas. There was a very cute bar tender, with a rose tattoo, and I think she was flirting with me... I complimented her tatoo, to which she extactily said thank you and complimented mine. I think I caught her staring when she was helping another customer. And the kicker, I overheard her talking to a coworker about "my guy," and when she saw me I think she looked shocked for a second, and was all smiles and helpful after. But as a typical man, I ignored the signs because I didn't want to impose and was nervous. I even told myself right before getting another beer that I would ask if she was taken, but alas I did not. I should have at least asked for her number.

TLDR: I saw a cute girl, bartender, that might have been flirting with me. I ignored the signs, and got jervous so I didn't ask for her number.

I met a couple through mutual friend about a year ago. Lets call them John and Jane. We talked and got to know each other a bit. long story short, we found out that they and i have a lot of similarities in the bedroom (hardcore bdsm) and they invited me to play with them. we’ve done it a handful of times so far. Now before we started, we all agreed that we wouldn’t turn into a thruple. just friends with benefits. last time we played was the first time jane let me give her oral, after john told her how good i am. we finished up, left the dungeon and went upstairs and talked/ watched a movie, smoked some herb and chilled while i sobered up to drive home. the entire time jane was getting closer and more affectionate than usual. i thought it was weird, but chalked it up to her just needing some aftercare, so i gave it to her. its been like two weeks, and they keep inviting me out. not just over to hang out and play like we’ve been doing the past year, but out to six flags, the zoo, dinner (not just friendly dinner like high end anniversary type restaurant) and more. i’ve been able to let them down gently by saying i’m busy with work which isnt a full lie. the thing is, idk if they want to be actual friends and hang out outside of the bedroom or if they’re trying to get into a full on relationship. johns always been an affectionate man to everyone, i’ve seen it with other friends, but i feel like something changed that night for jane. idk if im reading into it too much or what, but i just have this feeling that the dynamic changed. i have trouble reading social situations like this and have lost friends due it telling them i wasn’t interested in the romanticly or sexually when they were actually just being friendly dw. There are a few reasons i dont want a relationship with them: I am poly, but it would be my first poly relationship and i’m nervous. the age gap. She’s seven years older than me, and he’s 14 years older than me i’m still in love with my ex, and we may get together if we can work through our differences (he was very homophonic and open about it, and tried to force me to convert to islam, his religion) which he seems to be doing better about They want a family. They plan on having kids once they finish building their house, i dont want kids. i practically raised my little sister and have no interest in raising anymore kids in the foreseeable future, i’m even trying to get my tubes tied I’m not really a social person, and they’re extremely extroverted. yes i have a group of friends but i’m caught up in my company which takes up most of my time, and occasionally go hang out with people. their house is going yo be six bed, seven bath so they can have people stay over, they have parties tri monthly at least, and are always going out to clubs. the closest i get to that is going to a coffee shop or kava bar when i want to body double if i’m struggling to work (i have adhd and possibly autism, my psychiatrist and i are figuring it out so sometimes i need people being productive around me to be productive)

I dont know what to do. they’re a nice distraction while rob (fake name) and i figure out what we’re gonna do and i dont want to lose them as friends or as sexual partners by reading this wrong, but i’m completely lost about what to do. am i reading too much into this? i really fucked up TL;DR i’ve been hooking up with a couple and think the girl might be falling for me

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Hi all, just a quick preface, I'm only posting this incase someone else tries to search for this because I was at it for hours and it might save someone's life. I'm so glad we were home and it didn't happen in the middle of the night. I feel like writing it like a story so I'm gonna. Tldr at bottom.

This morning I was up early as I've been for the last few days, my cat just got spayed so I've been sleeping in little spurts with her as much as possible.

It was around 8am or so at this point after sitting with her in the living room just zoning out on my phone killing time with my cat and wife napping beside me when out of nowhere I get hit with a smell, hard.

Kinda hammy. Kinda like a ham that's just about to go bad or just turned bad. It filled the entire house. It was serious. Filled the house in a matter of minutes. I jokingly said to my cat "Are you smelly? Do your farts smell like old ham or something?" She replied "meow" as she usually does as she's quite vocal. This discussion woke my wife who I asked, "Do you smell some old ham or something?"

Before she can even open her eyes the smell intensifies. It's now so strong it's making me feel a bit nauseous."Yeah what is that" she says popping up pretty quickly looking puzzled or disgusted. "It literally just came out of nowhere and it's getting waaay worse by, like, the minute." I responded.

So we open the door and screen door window quickly, place a fan in front of it. By this point it's making me feel worse, my mouths watering a slight amount like I'm going to vomit if it gets much worse.

We are both running around the house trying to figure out where the hell this smell is coming from. She mentions it has a slight paint thinner-esque smell to it but I didn't really smell anything but overwhelming old ham.

We had our HVAC system checked out a few weeks ago and found out it was leaking coolant and after googling weird smells in the house with no results about ham she found the coolant can smell like paint thinner among other things however ham was not on the list so I call the guy who did the HVAC work anyway just to see what he thought.

He basically said it should be odorless and would stop by anyway Monday as he was visiting family and took the day and weekend to do so. So we start googling like crazy. Not finding anything but click bait articles about the usual bad house smells, you know dead animals in the vents, gas leaks, sewage fumes, fishy-smelling electrical fires and the usual stuff. I tried every key word I could think of to get different results.

Dead animals don't bother me, my stomachs pretty strong when it comes to that, didn't smell fishy, if it was sewage I figured I'd be blowing chunks as I'm pretty sensitive to the smell because of something gross that happened to me when I was young and it just didn't smell like sewage. We don't have gas so it wasn't that.

At this point I have no idea and I feel pretty awful so I decide to step out back and me and the wife basically both had the same idea at the same time to call the non-emergency fire department to as she's feeling weird too. They come out and have a gas and co2 meter thing that I'm sure checks for other stuff too with nothing showing up. They smell it too and I ask since they just got here if they smell it from the vent when I turn the AC on. Figured maybe a fresh nose in the place would be able to point it out if it did.

Nope the place smells less hammy to me almost as soon as the vents start to push air. They look around a bit more and have no idea what it could be or where it's coming from. At this point I'm stumped, they leave and it's back to Google. Finding almost nothing even close to what I have going on I decide to go underneath the house ( it's a trailer or mobile home ) and make sure nothing died under there or if I can even smell anything under there at all.

There was a couple cat poops from before we sealed up the side right I assume but no smell, nothing. At this point I'm clueless and not sure what to do or who to call but the smell is coming and going in waves now. Super strong to almost gone every 20 minutes or so except for one little spot in the kitchen it seemed to persist a bit. I'm checking everything I can at this point and it's just about 4pm.

I call the sewage company, maintenence comes to check the line and whatever. He comes in to see if he smells it and thinks it's sewage and after a bit he's not too sure. He recommends getting someone to check my air vents for something dead or left behind like a rodent or his meal and also to pour some water down the drains we haven't been using to make sure the traps are full and keeping sewage smell and fumes out just to be safe. I gladly take any advice I hear and have read so far and he leaves.

I start calling HVAC companies who are telling me they don't do dead animal removal in vents, and to call a pest removal company. What? Okay. So I call a pest company who tells me to call an HVAC company... who tells me to call pest control... who tells me to call animal control.. who tells me to call an HVAC company. I am still not sure who to call if you can't get into the vents easily and need them checked but it seems to be a different branch or kind of animal control but they're not answering.

I basically rip apart the kitchen, moving furniture, checking all the cupboards, the fridge, the dry food and anything I see. What about the water i left in the instant pot? No. Nothing. Anywhere. Just hammyness. The vents? Sure smells like fresh air.

I'm getting no where. It's almost 5:30 at this point, everything is closing or closed besides 24 hour places who are going to charge me an arm or two tonight and I have no clue about the weekend. I sadly sit down on the couch after I mess with the thermostat just trying to see if I can make it any better.

My wife steps outside because this wave is smacking her hard. At this point I had smelled a slightly chemical smell mixed in with the harsh hammyness a couple times but I don't recognize it at all. I'm thinking of dropping out the air duct myself, moving the fridge to check behind it. Everything. I get up to join her outside and that's when it happens.

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzZZZAP POP. It comes from the kitchen and instantly I know what it is. I look at my wife and say "of course, ham!" She's confused and asks "Ham? What was that noise" as I'm running toward the kitchen.

It was the vent light on the oven hood. You know the thing with a vent that probably has bacon grease and other food oils up in there. There's smoke and it smells HAMMY. I run to the breaker box and kill the power and we grab fire extinguishers. Luckily no fire. But we almost left the house to go to my mom's or a hotel until we could get it looked at several times but something kept telling me not to leave. And I'm really glad we didn't.

TL;DR house started to smell like almost bad ham and paint thinner or some kind of chemicals possibly sewage in a matter of minutes, turns out range hood was trying to start an electrical fire.

Moral of the story is if you smell slightly bad food and chemicals, flip the breaker and see if it goes away. Might just be about to have a serious problem.

Obligatory this happened in 2019 and I have been feeling the results since then.

So I was in the process of moving from the US to the Netherlands in the summer of 2019. I went on vacation with my family to Turin, Italy. I was shopping by myself and I stopped into Celio, a mens fashion/clothing store. I saw a pink pair of shorts, made of cotton and linen, which I loved. The pair of shorts came with a braided belt. I bought a size S.

I wasn't happy with the waist sizing when I got home (I don't know why, I was stupid. I tried it in store, obviously). The next day I happened to be going to Genoa. I decided to go to the store in Genoa to return the correct sized short, and get M-sized pants. They didn't fit me (but I was stupid, I tried it in-store) and got them. I think the belt affected how I perceived the fit of the pants. But at that point I was too embarrassed to say "no, I will stick with the small" as I was being personally taken care of, and I didnt want to go to the store in Turin again as it would be even more embarrassing. Again, I'm stupid.

Because the pants were too big, I had my grandma stitch up the sides by collapsing the excess fabric over one another to decrease the waist size. It was actually quite nicely done, and you couldn't tell it was stitched up unless if you saw it from up close. Because I am so bright, I decided to cut off the tag that gives info about the shirt, most importantly the product ID/reference number. I have no idea why I did that. Let me re-iterate, I am as dumb as a brick.

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My grandma's stitches started to rip recently (the normal stitching is just fine, I am surprised how long it was able to last, considering that I wore it quite often during the summer, but I always knew that it was the incorrect size and I always felt a bit stupid wearing sown up shorts). I tried to find the shorts on the website to buy a new pair in size S but I couldn't find them. I spent hours looking for a pair on the internet until I found a pair on Vinted. I sent the customer support an email, with a link to the Vinted page, but they couldn't do much without the reference number, that I cut off forever ago. So I bought the pair of shorts (they are the incorrect size so that's why I didn't buy it before emailing support, and maybe they could help me by just having a picture of the shorts, so I wouldn't have to spend money).

So I spent 15e or so to have it shipped to me, but now I have the reference number, I sent them a follow-up email, and waiting for a response.

I will update this post when I get an email response.

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TL;DR: I bought a pair of shorts from Celio in 2019. Originally the correct size, then stupidly swapped it to a larger size. Because it was too big, my grandma sowed the waist to fit my waist size. I also cut off the product reference tags. Now I want to buy a new pair, but eventually found the shorts on Vinted after HOURS of searching. Customer service can't help me based of just a photo of the pants until I get the product number. So I spent 15e to buy the wrong sized shorts just to get the product number and I am waiting for the email back. Will update after I get an email response.

This isn't really a serious post but I find it funny

Just for some background info my cat Pumpkin really likes coming in and out of my room a lot. But I like keeping my door closed for privacy reasons. I also have these storage bins that are made of fabric and they are very easy to rip.

Pumpkin really like scratching at the bins (yes she does have a scratching post but not in my room). So to try and teach her not to scratch the bins everytime she does it I would kick her out of my room.

But now I've realized that she accidentally learned that the way to show that she wants out of my room is to scratch the bins. Which is a problem because now my bins (specifically the 2 middle ones) are now ripped beyond belief and I don't know how to get her to stop. I know that that's how she let's me know because now everytime I walk to the bins to get her to stop scratching she immediately stops and runs to my door to be let out.

TL;DR: I accidentally taught my cat to scratch my storage bins to show that she wants me to let her out of my room.

Title: TIFU by Attempting an Epic Parkour Move and Becoming a Meme

Hey fellow redditors, buckle up because I've got a story that will make you laugh, cringe, and facepalm all at once. Today, I truly messed up, and I've become an unintentional internet sensation. Brace yourselves for the story of how my attempt at an epic parkour move turned me into a viral meme.

So, picture this: I'm walking down a bustling street, feeling all confident and badass after binge-watching parkour videos. My inner daredevil awakens, and I decide it's time to show the world my mad skills. I spot the perfect setup—a line of park benches leading up to a ledge. It's destiny calling, right? Wrong.

I start my run-up, adrenaline pumping, and launch myself towards the first bench, sticking the landing like a champ. The crowd around me starts to notice, their eyes fixated on my audacious feat. Emboldened by their attention, I make my way to the second bench, vaulting over it with a surge of triumph.

This is where things go downhill—fast. As I soar through the air towards the final bench, my foot grazes its edge, throwing off my carefully calculated trajectory. I find myself hurtling towards the ledge, but instead of landing gracefully, I crash into it face-first. Ouch!

What I didn't realize at the time was that a bystander had whipped out their phone and captured the entire debacle on video. The collision with the ledge resulted in an epic fail of epic proportions. The footage made its way online, and before I knew it, I became the star of an endless loop of fails and faceplants.

Within hours, my epic parkour mishap had gone viral. Memes, GIFs, and even remixes of my embarrassing crash flooded the internet. I went from aspiring parkour hero to the face of "How NOT to Do Parkour 101." My friends, family, and even my co-workers discovered the video and couldn't resist a good laugh at my expense.

But hey, it's not all doom and gloom. I've decided to embrace the fame, even if it comes from my most embarrassing moment. I've become the subject of countless photoshop battles and have been dubbed the "Parkour Faceplant King" by internet communities.

So, if you stumble upon a video of an unfortunate soul meeting a ledge head-on, remember that it's me, the guy who TIFU by attempting an epic parkour move. Let's share a laugh, enjoy the moment, and remember that sometimes life has a funny way of teaching us humility.

TL;DR: TIFU by attempting a jaw-dropping parkour move, but instead, I faceplanted into a ledge. The hilarious fail was caught on video and turned me into an internet meme. Embracing the fame as the "Parkour Faceplant King" and reminding everyone to stay humble, even in the face of epic fails.

Edit: Wow, thank you all for the overwhelming support, the awards, and the laughs! I'm glad my epic fail brought joy to your day. Remember, life is too short not to take risks, even if they end up becoming internet gold. Stay tuned for more adventures from the Parkour Faceplant King!

Today, I decided to throw a surprise party for my best friend, Sara. I wanted it to be a memorable night filled with laughter and good times. I meticulously planned every detail, from the decorations to the food. However, a small miscalculation turned everything into a disaster.

Throughout the afternoon, I worked hard to prepare the house for the party. I hung balloons and streamers everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere. I also prepared an array of delicious snacks and drinks for the guests. I was excited to see Sara's surprised face when she walked through the door.

The party hour was quickly approaching, and everything was ready. However, I made a crucial mistake when sending the address to the guests. I realized too late that I had inverted the street numbers in the address. Horrified, I realized that all the guests were arriving at the wrong house, several streets away.

I panicked and tried to quickly resolve the situation. I called all the guests and asked them to head to the correct location. Some understood and made their way to our house, but others were already too far away to turn back. It was utter chaos.

While trying to sort out the problem, I realized that I had forgotten to deactivate the house's security alarm. The doorbell started ringing just as the first guests arrived at the correct address. I rushed to disable the alarm, but the siren had already alerted the neighbors and Sara, who had arrived early.

To make matters worse, while trying to deactivate the alarm, I accidentally knocked over a bedside lamp, shattering it into pieces. Now, in addition to the blaring alarm, there were shards of glass scattered all over the room. Sara's surprised face turned into a look of disbelief as she surveyed the chaos that had unfolded at her surprise party.

Fortunately, some guests managed to find the right house and tried to make the best of the situation. Amidst nervous laughter and constant apologies, we tried to clean up the mess and carry on with the party. Despite all the setbacks, Sara was able to enjoy some special moments surrounded by friends.

By the end of the night, we laughed at the mistakes and awkward moments we had experienced. Although my attempt to organize a surprise party was a complete disaster, I learned to be more careful with the details and to laugh at my own mistakes.

The experience brought us even closer together and taught us that perfection is not always necessary to enjoy special moments. Sometimes, the most memorable moments are the ones filled with imperfections and shared laughter.

TL;DR: I planned a surprise party for my best friend, Sara, aiming for a memorable night filled with laughter. But a small mistake with the address caused chaos. Guests arrived at the wrong house, the security alarm went off, and I broke a lamp trying to turn it off. Despite the setbacks, some guests found the right place, and amidst laughter and apologies, we salvaged the party. This experience taught me to appreciate imperfections and cherish laughter with friends.