Grudges you continue to hold

[OneFrenchEgg]

Just drive a different way home, past a car wash and remembered how I refuse to use it on principle 😂
Years ago, I was in a hurry and no one in front - as I drove in, and was being 'washed' by one of the chaps, the one in charge allowed someone to jump the queue as they were 'in a hurry' and 'just wanted a spritz' - nope, they reversed all the way back, had everything, and I sat fuming at the the queue jumpy enablement.
Refuse to go back, I'm sure they are disappointed 😂

Reminds me of a story I was told nearly 30 years ago about the School Secretary as I think they were still called of a community primary school near us. It was a one-form entry school which happened to be in the middle of a conservation area so tended to get children from fairly affluent, well-educated, supportive families. A few streets away was a much bigger community primary school surrounded by social housing.

A woman from our toddler group was a single mum of mixed race twins. She lived very near the small school so went in to put their names down for a place (olden times, that was how things were done then). The Secretary looked her up and down in an unfriendly way and said 'No, your school is X [the bigger school]'. No idea if the poor woman took that further - I hope so.

@Bowbowbo
I had the same when my dh after he had a brain haemorrhage.
Kings hospital London, we live far down south so a long drive and I had 3 children one at infants my twins at nursery. No family to look after them.
Id drive to Kings after school drop off and sit outside the ward.
It depended on the ward sister as to whether I could see my dh out of visiting hours. I had to leave by 2pm, latest, to get back to pick up my kids
A young lad who worked at kings was on the same ward also after having a brain haemorrhage. His mates from the hospital were constantly visiting him all day and not even family.
I sat outside that ward every day for two weeks and was only allowed in once when a lady near my hubby started shouting about me not being allowed in.
I wasn’t even allowed to see him after the operation.

With a 50% chance of surviving and only a 5% chance of coming out of the op with your faculties intact ( ie without brain damage) I was never allowed to see him.

My only regret on my part is that I didn’t put in a formal complaint. Even the doctors thought it was out of order but said it was up to the ward sister.

All these years later and I still dwell on it. I really need to move on.

How else you gonna know not to answer the phone to someone you hate, cause I will be fucked if I'm gonna memorise the number!

These all resonate with me, I hold a lot of grudges, far too many to list, but I get where you are coming from!

good for him

There's one I refuse to go into now because when I go in there (every few months to buy pain killers for a chronic condition that flares up) there's one sales assistant that always treats me like I'm trying to set up a drug cartel and gives me the absolute third degree. She usually goes to the pharmacist hoping she will allow her to turn down my (perfectly ordinary, over the counter) purchase. The pharmacist always gives me a look that makes me feel she'd also love the assistant to fuck off and never return. It genuinely got to the point where I found myself wondering if I did have a problem and just trying to suffer through the severe pain. Bloody cow.

I'm 75, when I was about 8 we were on holiday and I bought my 'little' brother, 72, an Orange Maid lolly, he's never returned the gesture, as I never stop reminding him!
The female memory has real longevity, when I was still teaching girls would hold a grudge from Year 7 to Year 11, boys tended to shrug and forget. As I'm old I make no apologies for the stereo-typing, one of the advantages of old age is being able to not give a damn!

Not me but my granny - since passed away - refused to use a bakery from 1980 something through til 2023, because of a snide comment the (long, long deceased) owner made to her in an argument once.

Remember when I was a teenager started secondary school, and told her we'd gone to x bakery for our lunch - 'don't ever mention that place to me again, I will never give them my money again.'

I mean it wasn't exactly a challenge, their food was disgusting right enough, but remember struggling not to laugh at how incensed she still was at something that had happened decades ago. She was only upset I think because what he said was absolutely true, she just didn't like being confronted with reality!!!!

Aww that's awful panda. Your husband wasn't there for you either. I do hope you're happier now xx

I returned to live in my late father's city many years ago and was property hunting.
Went to visit his sister (my mother always hated her) and her lovely husband, by then both in their 70s.
They lived in the family home inherited by my father which he gave them. This is bad enough to deal with.
Anyway, aunt and uncle ask me if I've seen any good houses for sale.
Yes, I said, found one on X road, worth a look.
Oh, says aunt, that's out of your league (her exact words).
My lovely uncle was the only reason I didn't snap: "how dare you, you nasty fucking cunt, you're sitting in a house given to you by my father".
That wizened fucking bitch is still alive AFAIK whilst my father died in his 40s.
This is way more than a grudge!

Mine's the AA and a certain garage in a nearby town.

I had my car serviced by the main dealer garage, and a couple of days later drove up the M1 alone to my folks. With 25 miles to go, I ran into a roadworks traffic jam and the car overheated. I had steam coming out from the bonnet and everything. It was about 8pm in a hot July, and I called the AA.

Over the next 2-3h I saw three branded AA vans come to other cars who had broken down in the same stretch. None came to me even though one was less than 100m away and could easily have walked over. Eventually I got a local tow truck, who peered under the bonnet, did nothing and said, 'It's probably your head gasket, duck, dangerous to drive' and charged me £150 to tow it to my parents without even examining the car. I had to pay upfront, but I didn't have cash so had to phone my new bf and beg for help (I knew parents couldn't). I'd been left by the roadside for nearly 4h in tears and it was well past midnight before I got to them.

Following day I got the local dealer to come and assess. They found a roll of masking tape in the engine fan, took it out, added coolant and drove the car off for a check. It was fine. Which a competent AA engineer would have noticed.

AA refused to take any responsibility for sending a non-AA cowboy towtruck despite a formal complaint from a young woman travelling alone and I will never give them another penny. Ditto the garage who left the tape in the fan. I'm still cross almost 25y later.

We hired a different DJ for a school Halloween disco as our usual one wasn’t available. The DJ usually does the awards for best costume. There were tons of fantastic home made costumes (including my DC) and he gave the first place prize to someone in an expensive shop bought inflatable dinosaur outfit! Never booking him again.

Everyone is capable of murder , they just haven’t met the right person yet.

I can up you on that, I am in my 60s and did an Easter egg painting comp at juniors, mine won (voted for by all the class) but because some little scroat had swapped the name labels I had to share the box of chocolates. Bitch! It wasn't even as if we didn't know who'd done it!!!

We all cheer when Manchester City lose at football.

An ex of mine was a fan. I haven't seen him for a decade but the cheering continues!

I have a grudge against my Home economics O level teacher from 1985. I was really good at it, aced all the theory exams, very competent, natural cook (still am). However our teacher, Miss L didn’t like me - she was the kind of teacher to have favourites, and I was most definitely not. Unfortunately for me, she marked all our practical assignments which went towards our final exam grade.

One assignment was to make a vegetarian dish and demonstrate sauce making skills. I made a veggie lasagne - took a lot of effort, but it was perfect, I was so proud of it. All my classmates were impressed “looks so professional!”. Miss L marked it and grudgingly gave me 6/10.
Tina (one of Miss L’s favourites) was a clever girl, but a shit cook. She boiled some broccoli, wrapped it in HAM and poured cheese sauce over. Took her about 10 mins. She got 9/10. Tina eventually got an A for her OLevel and I ended up with a C. 🤬

I’ve never needed to use this OLevel and no one has ever asked me the grade… but it still pisses me off!

I am not in the food business, but a few years ago I worked on a project with a couple of famous chefs. I remember feeling very pleased with myself and thinking “well fuck you, Miss L, I bet YOU never got to work with Michel Roux Jr!”

I have loads of quietly seething grudges. If it's a business then I will never use them again and hiss at them when I go past a shop or see their advertising. If it's an individual then I pop them on my dinner list - if I ever become a vampire then I have a list of people who I will eat first!
The top 10 on my list varies from time to time but has some constants like: my exh (twat) who continues to make my son's life a misery but is never quite bad enough for him to NC ;
One of my ex manager's who when my DS had chickenpox made me take annual leave to care for him but then gave paid parental leave to one of my colleagues for the exact same issue a week later. When I asked why she implied that she liked my colleague more and that she was more deserving - bitch!;
A different manager who said that she couldn't support my application for promotion because as a working single parent I would not be able to give what she considered the correct level of commitment - she was a working single parent herself but a workaholic;
Cliff Richard. He has been consistently in the top 10 since 1998. When I was a new parent he was interviewed by a woman's magazine and said that if you are a working mother then if your kids suffer/don't achieve/turn criminal then it's all your own fault and that you shouldn't whinge about it. I think that there were a fair few complaints about it but this was the days before digital mags so it's disappeared into the ether now. I also don't like the way he pushes his beliefs so won't even listen to his music and turn the TV over if he's on it and while I'm at it - lose the stupid toupee mate, you are balding so just fucking embrace it you weird twat. He is and always has been in the top 5!

The absolute cunt that subjected a close family member of mine to horrendous bullying works where I work. Haven't encountered them yet, I am waiting...

My long-dead step-grandfather for saying, within my earshot, when I was about 15: "she's such a funny-looking little thing, I wonder if she will ever find a boyfriend". Messed up my self-esteem for many years and contributed to my promiscuity as a young woman.

@MarriedMama23 Of course! Sorry, brainfart question!

Very minor one - the idiot in our village who dismissed & wouldn't even look at the missing cat flyer my young dd was trying to give him when our kitten went missing (he was hiding in the garden, as it turned out). Silently say 'morning c**t' every time I drive past his house on the way to work.

@CruCru what a brilliant song!

Block the number?

Offered a close relation a listening ear. Accused by her parents of interfering with her upbringing. She was 20...

Oh, I've got a candidate for one of the longest-held. I am 60 this year. When I was 6 the teacher called out the whole class for nicknaming me "shrimpie" (I was a very small girl). She said "a shrimp is a nasty little sea creature, you must not call her that". I was very upset. I had been very happy to have a nickname, and I thought shrimps were cool and not nasty at all. And of course after that the children thought up far more nasty nicknames in order to mock the teacher. Miss L, you have probably been dead for years, but I remember you!