Most ridiculous argument you've ever had.

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DD15 has just gone swimming training. She spent all morning moaning about how cold the pool is and how she didn't want to go. Before she left I found her kit bag in the hallway containing a damp manky towel, obviously left over from last session.

She refused to get a fresh one and spent 10 mins arguing that I was mistaken and that it was in fact dry!!

Anyone else ?

That Nazis were left wing.

My husband once tried to take a knife out of my hand and cut a kiwi for me.
I was not very happy and a 10 min heated discussion followed.

He constantly tells me I cut things wrong and it really winds me up. This particular day I’d had enough.

Argument on a train all the way to London about whose fault it was that I had eaten all the sausages. I maintained I had warned him if there were cooked sausages in the fridge I would have no option but to eat them. He felt that it was still my fault as I should control myself.

Why did you spend 10 mins arguing with her? I would have left her to it with the towel, she will soon learn.

This is like the start of a novel. What happened to your husband? And the kiwi? 😂

My sister and my grandmother once fell out over whether you could/couldn’t get tester pots of fence stain/varnish. Sister was a teenager at the time and nan had never painted a fence in her life!

🤣🤣
Poor kiwi ended up in the bin as I was so angry.

It was our first ever argument about 16 years ago, no idea why but I’ve always remembered it.

To be fair, he’s not the first person to tell me I don’t cut correctly so clearly I look extremely dangerous when I’m chopping stuff!

Last time I checked I’ve still got 10 fingers so I think they’re all exaggerating.

I had a long drawn out argument with a friend about whether or not the east coast mainline train goes to Thirsk. He maintained that it did, I (wrongly) asserted that it didn't. I was sort of right in that it goes through Thirsk but not every train stops there.

Neither of us was going anywhere by train and if I go to Thirsk I drive because it's only 20 miles from where I live and I'm nowhere near a train station. I have no idea why we were arguing about it!

I hope they made up!

Intrigued to see your chopping technique

What would be the best flavour for hypothetical pasties that we weren't even baking at the time

I once had an argument with a schoolfriend on the way home from school. She point blank refused to believe me when I said that clouds were sometimes flat on the bottom, and she insisted that they were rounded.

(we'd had a geography lesson that afternoon - I don't usually talk about clouds at random>

I once had a heated argument with my husband about the existence of a fenicular in Lyon. I was adamant that we had not been on one there together and that he must have been there with another woman before he met me. I was so sure until I googled it and there is indeed a fenicular in Lyon. As soon as I saw the pictures the memory came flooding back to me and I had to grudgingly admit I was wrong. I felt very foolish but we now always have a chuckle whenever a fenicular is mentioned.

The biggest argument DH have ever had. The one where we both brought our A game, no one backed down. Centered around who had added what to an online food order. It only ended when DS1 came in and said “I’m just checking that you two are still on about the loo roll”.

I argued with my teenage DS that rap music did indeed exist before the year 2000. He was adamant that it didn't. Stupid argument to have really, but we're both quite stubborn and neither of us could let it go.

Big row about whether the M40 junction on the m25 was before or after Heathrow (going clockwise) 🤣🤣

DH and I once had an argument over whether North Korea is as bad as they say it is. He tried to argue it wasn’t for some insane reason, he doesn’t even really think that.

We don’t usually argue very much!

My OH never remembers anything he watches on the telly.
Over Christmas a guest was here and recommended a show to us on Paramount. I have terrible nightmares if I watch anything too violent.
When it came out the OH watched an episode and said… don’t bother if you want sleep tonight. So I never watched it.
But he did. He then recommended it to other family members.
When the guest was here and told us about it he said….
I have never heard of it? Who is in it?
The guest then described it in a fair bit of detail and I said OH watched it last year, but I haven’t.
He absolutely maintained he hadn’t seen it and went on I must be mistaken.
As soon as the guest left I got Paramount up on the TV and all six episodes had been viewed.
He said…. you must have watched it, Peggy!
No, he hadn’t got dementia and yes, it drives me mad.
It is a waste of time, happens often and in the end I give up.

My brother once phoned the police on Christmas Day to tell them that prostitutes were working on his street. We were both staying with his in-laws, a mile or two away, so I started an argument by telling him he hadn't the imagination to imagine what it must be like to try and earn your living in Winter turning a trick for £20 and that he had lost sight in the season of good will of what compassion was all about. (This was years ago.)

The row escalated, with him being self-righteous about the need for the law to be upheld. That year, his baby son had been the baby Jesus in the local church's crib service. The row ended when I said, very loudly and very crossly: 'And you're the person who's going to be going around for the rest of the year saying you're the father of f*ing Jesus Christ.' His mother-in-law said: 'Ooo, I'm enjoying this.'

We were diverted on a long drive into an area we didn’t know. We passed somewhere that used to have a psychiatric prison. I mentioned my uncle had worked with some prisoners who were getting released and it had a times been really hairy. There used to be warnings about not picking up hitchhikers and you have to be cautious about what you let some of the prisoners know. He knows my uncle and he is a very kind man who would never be cruel or take the piss.

anyway we needed petrol and a pee brake but couldn’t work out where we were and I jokingly said best not stray too far who knows who’s still lurking about. Now not a joke in great taste, but it’s was a lonely stressful day and I was being flippant. Dh was furious that I was so judgmental about the mentally ill and couldn’t let people move on from their past. In fact my whole family were awful people who didn’t know what it was like in the real world. It went on all the way home with me pointlessly defending the fact that I didn’t know anyone who I judged for mental illness. My uncle worked supporting people in the community to the point he witnesses several suicides that still affects him. Etc etc etc. and him saying that I was heartless.

the moral of the story is more snacks on the road and I’m not as funny as I think.

I was abroad with a friend somewhere with a 7 hour ahead time difference.

She wanted to watch the football which was on in the UK, at say 2pm. She couldn’t understand that if we found a bar showing it live we’d watch it at 9pm and it would be happening at the same time.

She kept saying she wouldn’t look on social before then because she might see the result because it had already happened and would catch up with us later 🤯🤷‍♀️🫣

To this day I have no idea what she was on about.

Probably when DS1 was about 14 and REFUSED for weeks to allow me to replace his school shoes, which had become so appalling that they were referred to by all of us (including him) as "the shit-flippers". He's autistic and has always hated new shoes (so am I and I get it, but they were atrocious, full of holes and too small). I eventually managed to drive a bargain and get him to come and buy replacements, but he then threw an almighty strop about getting rid of the old ones, which he said "still had wear in them". Not my finest moment, but he was standing in the busy shopping street outside the shoe shop clutching these miserable shredded shoes and holding forth about waste, fast fashion and consumerism.... I just saw red, whipped them out of his hands and shoved them into a public bin. He didn't speak to me for nearly a week 😂

I argued for years with a boy at school as to whether the car in the Sweeney was a Granada GXL or a Consul GT. unfortunately he was killed in an accident before the argument was resolved.

I was still right, though

I was watching coach trip once on tv and some people were arguing that there was more than one sun.

Having a pretty serious cancer scare right now. And it’s made me realise that every argument I’ve ever had with DH has been utterly ridiculous.

So much so, it’s embarrassing and we’re full of remorse.

Anyway, my lighthearted lesson in life is to let it goooooo and live in peace (I hope I get a long life and can also live in happy silly peace!)