What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

My pub quiz one is this:

Who cut off Samson’s hair?
My answer was Delila’s maid. I pulled up the relevant bible verse to prove it but was told no.

This might be a bit outing, half my year went on this school trip, but when we were 10 We went on a school trip for the week staying in an old stately home. At the end of the week, whoever kept the tidiest room would be allowed through the 'secret passageway'. I was in a room with 11 others. We didn't stand a chance..the girls in the 3 person room won! They went through the passageway.. the following week the other half of the year went to the same place, and they let them ALL go through the secret passage . Oh the injustice.

Not sure what's happened to the top 2 lines of text. Hopefully you get the gist.

I'm still very salty about how my DM went about selling my bike when I was 14. Admittedly, I was at boarding school during term time but I still used the bike lots during the holidays and I was very fond of it and the independence I got from cycling.

DM knew this and knew I wouldn't agree to getting rid of it so arranged for her friend Erica (whose son was going to have it) to come round late at night and take possession of it. I was woken by the sound of them wrestling to get it up the basement steps and into the car. By the time I got downstairs the bike was heading, swiftly, to Brighton. This happened well over 50 years ago but I still think it was a dreadful injustice! It was also such a casual dismissal of a child's feelings about their possessions.

When I was 14 I was on a bus with my friend and one other passenger. Out the blue the driver stopped the bus and ordered us to get off. When we asked what we had done elating he just said 'You know'.

We still have no idea what we are supposed to have done, we were being really quiet 🤫

It really annoys me as we had to walk 3 miles in the rains as we had no money to catch another one.

Great thread.
There are so many injustices.
I took my daughter to a massive Pokemon tournament. She wiped out everyone in sight. Just as she was about to win, they closed it down, so that a boy could could win. Sexist swine.

On a banal note, when I was a teenager, my mother accused me of wetting the bed, and was absolutely vile to me about it, as I was some sort of drunk, or something.
It turned out that it was actually a leaking hot water bottle, but she never apologised.
Heigh-ho.
Injustice really hurts, but especially when it's the people that you thought cared about you.
Lessons that you learn, I do suppose...

Posting AGAIN as I just remembered another one!

A few years ago a few authors were offering things in an auction to raise money for charity - my favourite author was offering the opportunity to be a character in one of her books and you'd also get a signed copy of her book. I won the bid and exchanged a couple of emails with her in which she dedicated the signed book to my friend (I'd already met her in person and had this particular book signed) and she agreed to name one of the characters after my nickname.

When I read the book I realised I was a background character who didn't say or particularly do anything - you could've removed my name from the book and it wouldn't have made any difference to the plot. It was almost like she'd finished writing the book and then realised she had to go back and insert a character for me.

And that was fine! I hadn't expected a main character to be named after me or anything but when I got to the acknowledgements page I saw that another girl had also won a bid to get her name in the book and she was the second main character! Her character was VERY important to the story, it wouldn't have happened without her.

I obviously don't know the details of her bid, whether she paid more or didn't get a signed book etc. but I still felt a bit put out!

When I was in year 6 I was saving up enough reward points for a mini world globe. One of the lads in my class knew I had my eye on it and as he managed to get the needed points for it before me, he took it. I was devastated and still am! I know fair is fair but I was so sure he was being spiteful!

2, one for me, one for my DD
First was a job. New store opening, in fact they were opening all round the country. You definitely have one in your high street.
Anyway, first day our boss quit. Never even met her. She just quit. So we had no boss.
I went up for it, was more than qualified. So did another woman.
She was an utter bitch. The rest of us had a laugh, made the most of a dull job. She never did and the minute she went up for manager role she assumed she was the manager. She took on some ratfaced cow who used to walk round as second in command and be rude on her behalf.
Anyway, the big boss said we will decide after Christmas. So I worked my arse off. Put my case for manager and said if not could I be considered for assistant manager (she had quit too, her and boss came as package deal apparently).
Anyway, didn't celebrate New year that year so I wasn't hungover to feck. But the day after, I came down with an awful D&V bug. Couldn't be helped. Couldn't go in for 2 days.
She fucking sacked me! Actually sacked me for "bunking off". Apparently I had "partied hard" and bunked off.
I contacted Head office and asked what right she had to sack me, that I had not bunked off and she had sacked me to remove her competition.
Was told basically nothing they could do, we were all probationary so tough, even though she wasn't the boss. I have never shopped in their stores ever since. Oh and to make matters worse my wages never appeared and I had worked overtime all over Christmas, I went in to store to collect it and she refused to hand it over until I brought my store top in. She hadn't mentioned this was required and no one would want to wear it after me. I had no car so had to walk home in snow, then walk back, twice to get the wages and the top.
How I didn't punch the smug cow I will never know. Someone a few months after did indeed punch her one after she threw herself at a junkie trying to nick a big box of perfume. Karma is indeed a bitch.

The one for my DD- jubilee day. She helped me make a whole costume. Now I did more than her but she did what she could and she came up with the idea.
There was a costume competition and she thought she would win as it was the only hand made costume and she was being commented on all day.
Nope. The girl who won was the DD of the head of the PTA, in a dress bought from Next, which about 40 other girls across the school were wearing.
She was so upset!

My own pub quiz injustice still rankles somewhat. Which of the Bronte sisters was the last to die? I put Charlotte, which is the correct answer, but the quizmaster insisted it was Anne. Lies!

Jobwise, I will never quite forgive the manager of a small hotel (more like a pub with rooms, really, but he had delusions of grandeur) who took me on as a part time waitress. Without me so much as hinting that I was looking for anything more, after about a week, he said he was so impressed with me that he wanted to offer me the assistant manager job that was about to come up. I was temping at the time with no prospect of anything permanent, so I jumped at this. About another week later, he said he'd changed his mind because he thought I was too introverted and wouldn't be able to handle the role after all. I had already told the place where I was temping that I wouldn't need to stay on after the end of the month, and I ended up with no income for several weeks while I desperately applied for any job that was available. I was delighted when the place went out of business a few years later!

I've remembered this one which is probably completely outing. I went to a strict Catholic primary school, most of the teachers were nuns ( I am sure they had no official teacher training but hey ho!) We were always told that you could not have children unless you were married. I should stress we we made to believe that you *could not have children out of wedlock i.e. it was impossible ,rather that telling us that you shouldnot do this. My older unmarried cousin was pregnant at the time and I mentioned this to a friend while her mother was walking us home from school. My friend told her mum who then went ballistic, telling me that I was an evil liar and that I should not be spreading such vile talk etc etc. I insisted that I was not lying and that my cousin was really expecting but she was having none of it. I was really confused and told my Mum when I got home. DM said some crp about in some special cases God let people unmarried people have a baby , but I shouldn't tell anyone else and we didn't want to draw attention to cousin. It was not long after that , when I decided I would no longer attend Mass as I couldn't be doing with all of the hypocrisy. Over 40 years later if I see friends mum it still makes my blood boil.

^^Friend's mum!

Still angry on two other girls' behalf nearly 25 years later.

Our Girl Guiding group was run by a woman, and her two grown-up daughters.

Once we were away at camp and, one day at dinnertime, there was a bit of childish silliness where most of the group were making stupid jokes about the meal and giggling.

One of the grown -up daughters singled out two sisters that were there (aged 11 and 14) and shouted at them to stop giggling "How would you like it, if it was your mother who had cooked the meal?".

I was 11 at the time, and I remember thinking how out of order she was for singling out these two sisters, as their mum was terminally ill and didn't have long left to live.

My pub quiz one:
The question was how long is a marathon? I gave the correct answer of 26.2 miles. They announced that the correct answer was 26 miles. I said it wasn’t, and was told don’t worry, we’ll give you the point for it. Too right I should have the point, unlike those who had given the WRONG answer of 26 miles! I’d love to see them run a marathon, stop at 26 miles and tell me that’s the finish 🤣🤣

On a not so light note, the stories of bullying and nasty teachers are horrible. Why be a teacher when you clearly hate children? And who gives a shit what colour hair the angels in a nativity for 6 year olds have ??

Another one. I was 16, and losing weight. We (family) were taken out to dinner by my nan. I looked at this pub menu and it was all high calorie foods. I found something that was low cal, and said I wanted it. My mum replied “no, you didn’t come here to eat rabbit food, if you choose such I will choose for you”. I chose something else, that was wrong. Spaghetti bol was wrong because that was labelled “low fat”, tomato pasta was wrong because it was low cal, low fat and “cheap”. Chicken breast was “too expensive “ I ended up getting very frustrated With the whole thing. In the end I was ordered fish and chips.

At secondary school we had a review every last day before christmas where students and teachers would get up and do a turn, sing a song, bands would play, people would do stand up etc. I wrote a parody of the song ‘Neighbourhood’ with amusing lyrics about various teachers in the school which we were going to sing. There was then an argument because one of the girls wanted to change a couple of words in one of the lyrics to something far less clever and funny. I then got pushed out of the performance. The other girls went ahead and did it anyway using my lyrics with two words changed. The girl who had wanted to change the words said she had written all the lyrics and everyone believed her. That was my bloody work, she changed two words and pinched it, and the other girls who did the performance knew very well it was my work and they went along with her and denied I had anything to do with it. I’m still fuming about it 25 years later, fucking bitches.

Like pps, I have younger siblings and it didn't matter how old we were, I was told to set an example as 'you should know better', and got in trouble if not, but, pocket money, bedtimes etc. were all the same despite the age differences.

The ones that really upset me, were associated with visiting family friends - I missed out on going to see a litter of new puppies (not enough room in the car for 2 adults and 6 children, but there was enough room for 2 adults and 5 children - the early '70's) and I was the only child who didn't get a really fancy Christmas cracker (7 children, 6 crackers) because, in both cases, my mum volunteered me to miss out as I was the oldest. I was a reserved, polite child who would never have contradicted her. Still salty.

Age 9, mum (a hairdresser) gave me a haircut George Michael would have been proud of. It was the 80's but that is no excuse.

Saw a recent picture of said do in school photo, questioned my mum.

She blamed my hair. It was so not my hair's fault.

Oh, i’ve thought of another one.

When I was about 10 I had a Bart Simpson money box where I would save all my pocket money and birthday money etc, I ended up with £33, which was a lot of money to me in 1992. Anyway, one day I was messing about in the livingroom waving a stick or something about and I smashed one of the glas shades on the main light. It was an ugly old thing, one of those ones with three bulbs. My mother hated it and was always threatening to change it. They didn’t even buy it, they had it off my nan when she changed hers. My parents took the £33 from my money box to replace it. They didn’t replace it for years, and when they finally did my dad changed the fitting, which only cost a couple of quid, and he was an electrician so he changed it himself. They then stuck a normal boring shade on it. It probably cost about £7 altogether.

I’m still mightily pissed off about that. All that money I’d saved hard and they just took it like that. My sister on the other hand would spend money as quick as she got it, still does, and never saved a penny. She broke all sorts of stuff, including smashing the glass in the front door by punching it with her key in her hand, and she never had to pay to replace anything. I think my parents just thought, ‘ooh, 33 quid, we’ll have that.’

@JazzaGal - DH says one of the reasons he married me is because I said 'ooh, you eat with your knife and fork the other way round' not wrong way round. When he asked if it mattered I told him of course not, why would it? 16 years in October .

What does

'I would not getting a Wagon Wheel' mean?
For that matter, what does 'salty' mean?

Another weight loss one. I had lost a lot of weight and thought I looked quite good. I was about 8 and a half stone which was ok for a teenager (I’m not now though lol). We went to a family dinner, and my mother let the relatives lay into me about my weight loss. I burst into tears with my fat auntie telling me I looked horrid and scrawny. I was a size 20 15 year old with no confidence and felt ugly , and I went to a size 12 by not eating shite/chocolate, so I did it in a healthy way. I also had a 16 year old metabolism so weight melted away.

I hate them anyway.

Spottygymbag.
Fancy dress causes all kinds of lasting hurt! When we had recently come to live in our village I made a bumblebee costume for my 3 yr old DS. Wings, padded striped body, feelers the lot. He is 40 this year and I still remember losing to a pair dressed in green shorts and called Hansel&Gretel. They had lived here longer than us. The judge, now a good friend, claims not to remember. But Ido.

@SleepOhHowIMissYou

I'm still sulking about 10th Doctor (lovely, lovely David Tennant) turning into Matt Smith. Stopped watching Doctor Who in protest. Ironically, Matt Smith is my son's favourite doctor. He is wrong.

You are right and your ds is 100% wrong, @SleepOhHowIMissYou. The SDTG in my nickname stands for Staying David Tennant’s Girl - chosen at the time because I was so miffed at him being replaced as the Doctor.

I have a couple - when I was growing up, we had a temperamental immersion heater, which was not cheap to run, so dsis and I used to have to share bath water. I am the older sister, and always had to go second, so I never got the clean, hot bath water - it was cooler and scummy when it was my turn - plus I had to clean the bath and tidy the bathroom when I got out. But when we were younger, dsis went to bed earlier than me, so the unfairness of the bath water/tidying seemed balanced out by getting to stay up longer.

However, when we were both teenagers, dsis had the same bedtime as me, so one day I asked mum if we could take turns to go first - we had baths two nights a week, so we’d each have got a turn having the clean water, and getting lumbered with the scummy water and the tidying - but my mum refused, point blank!

Looking back, I think she did it because, if she’d accepted that it was u fair for me to always go second, she’d have had to accept that it was not fair the pat SHE always went first (she and dad shared bath water).

The second is that, for my 18th (which was the Special birthday in our family) I got a clock radio costing about £20. For her 18th, dsis got an oboe that cost £250. They promised they’d make it up to me, but never did.

Dsis was, and still is, the Golden Child.