What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

There are some serious injustices here.
I got told off for copying by an absolute witch of a teacher. The girl who had clearly copied my work didn't own up and so I got the blame. Never copied in my life. Absolutely outrageous.

I would be pretty livid about that too if I was me! This is a time when snitching is totally warranted as far as I'm concerned but respect to you for not ratting her out when she deserved it!
I would have SO told the truth here! That "friend" is no kind of friend if she lets you, OP, take the blame for anything let alone something nasty like this. The boyfriend was skanky also.

@NeedToKnow101 I feel your pain. I made a beautiful Christmas tree card at rainbows, spent a long time on it and it was good for a not very artistic child. But when we came to take them home another girl with the same name as me took mine home and left me with her rubbish one. I was fuming. 25 years later I saw her on Facebook and was instantly annoyed about it.

I was bitten by a so called friend at nursery. She told me to bite her back so we were even. Being the trusting fool I was, I did. She then ran off to the teacher in tears, teacher then bit me to teach me a lesson!

I got a book for Christmas one year, the latest in a series I'd been really excited about. A few chapters I misplaced it for a couple of days. When it turned up again, the front cover was torn - my brother had taken it and FINISHED it already! You just don't finish reading someone else's gifted book before they have, let alone damage it! I was furious!

Everyone hated the long distance running races at sports day yet three years in a bloody row I was picked from my house to do the 1500m. If I’d been any good at running I’d have had no problem but I’d invariably come last being lapped by the other runners who were all boys. Im not sure that at 12 boys and girls can compete on an equal footing as already there are differences in muscle percentage etc. I was good at high jump but not allowed to do that event. I felt and still do that the games teacher Just didn’t like me and enjoyed making me look stupid. He also put his hand down lots of the girls tops and exposed himself in more than one occasion but that’s another story.

My sister and I were both given hairbrushes with a mirror on. She broke hers and swapped it with mine.I swapped them back -she accused me of swapping them -my parents agreed and she got to keep mine.

On a train there was lots and lots of litter when I got on, so I sat in the aisle seat as the one next to the window was covered in litter. Happily sitting there. Lady gets on and points to the window seat and says "Are you seriously going to make me sit there! after you've done that " I scoot over and in the litter. Wish I had said "It's not my mess but if you want to sit there you are welcome" I spent the whole journey seething. I know who she was too as she got her MP documents out etc. I was only about 13.

A girl in my form at school decided I'd done something to her and told loads of other people, who then disliked me because of it.

I got to be friends with some of them a few years later and one said, 'I thought you'd be a bitch after what you did to Helen but you're not' - I asked what I had apparently done to Helen, but she looked uncomfortable and said that Helen would have to tell me.

Helen never told me.

So, thanks, Helen, for making me the pariah in our form for something I knew nothing about and that you would never name.

At 15 I loved cross country running but my school didn't have a girls team so I ran with the boys a year older than me.
Winter games- I came first in cross country running but the school didn't put my name on the winners list because I was a girl and it was Boys Cross Country. They gave my points to the boy who came second.
It's been 24 years. Still angry!

School choir in year 5, the choir leader parades up and down a line of us, Mrs Trunchbull style, trying to identify the tone deaf one by ear. It happened to be the girl stood next to me, and it was actually quite hard to sing in key with her next to me, but I did. The vile woman, when she got to me, said “it’s you - you need to mime”. In front of everyone. I was mortified. Far too meek to speak up about the injustice. Still so, so bothered about it.

I painted a beautiful long Chinese-style scroll picture in my last year of primary school. I wrote my name on the back of it. Someone else erased that and wrote their name in larger letters, and then took it home. I protested, I could describe every feature on the picture, I even pointed out the obvious eraser mark on the back ... Nope, I was given a crap picture that somebody else had done, on the premise it "had to be mine because everyone else had theirs". I binned it on the way home.

That my sister was allowed to stay up as late as me despite me being older... 11 months to the day older, but that's still older ! Actually we were almost treated like twins which still pees me off 50+ years later.
(Anyone else hate the term 'salty' though? No idea why..)

I’d just got my pristine, brand new Girl Guide handbook and was looking at the page with a list of all the badges with another girl in my troop.
She said “I’m going to do these ones...” and proceeded to tick off a whole load in the list in blue pen.
When she saw my horrified face she said “oh, don’t worry, it’s ‘licky biro’” and proceeded to lick her finger, rub the ticks and make an even bigger smeary mess on the page.

Gutted. I’ll never recover.

I breed pedigree dogs occasionally. As in, one litter every 5/6 years.

I have a litter who are now four years old, and I was discussing with a fellow enthusiast who promptly said “well of course, you took the risk”

“What risk?”

“Well, what with the Aunt, X dog being unwell”.

“WHAT?!”

Turns out, the whole community knew. The owners had told the club, the committee, pretty much everyone except me, the breeder. Everyone had assumed someone else had told me..... assumption. The mother of all fuck ups.

That I had a little toy horse on wheels which I used to love and ride up and down on continuously when I was little. When I went to college my DM gave it away to a neighbours child. Unforgiveable and by the time I found out it was too late to get it back.

That I begged, lobbied and petitioned my parents to get my ears pierced. They eventually agreed I could have them done when I turned 13. That magical day finally arrived and they only went and let my sister who was 11 at the time get hers pierced on the same day. Fuming.

In my first year at university we had one course that was really really difficult. We had a course handbook that we needed for revision and I had dutifully notated every single page throughout the year and done extra work etc etc. This book was 100% required to revise for the very scary exam we had to do. In our last lecture for this course before the exam we had a tea break and I left the book on my chair with my folder and pencil case and went to get a drink. When I came back 5 minutes later someone had pinched it!! I checked everyone’s to see if they’d got muddled up. Nope, some CF had nicked my notes and my book and I never got it back. I had to spend the easter holidays re-doing all my notes. I did pass that exam thank god but I was really pissed off.

School trip to see Merchant of Venice at the Barbican in second year of secondary school. Our class was acting badly, but I was behaving and trying to follow the play.

In the interval our teacher came and found me and shouted at me in front of everybody that I'd been shouting and throwing sweets and made me sit next to her. I was completly innocent but she didn't believe me. I suspect now that some of the horrible girls in my class made it up about me.

Still makes me angry 32 years later.

That my mum threw out a first edition batman comic that I had in my room. In a plastic cover.

When I was 6 we spent ages making a sort of abstract wax picture with lots of colours, just blocks of gorgeous strong wax colour. I loved mine and it was beautiful. Then teacher then told us to paint over it in black because we were going to scratch a picture in the black paint, so the colours would show through. I'd done this with black wax before and could see that painting over in black was never going to work, because the medium was totally different, but obediently did it. Of course teacher was then very surprised it didn't work and my beautiful colourful picture was lost forever. No one else seemed too bothered but I was totally invested in that beautiful wax picture. Over 50 years ago, but I still remember.

Was about 10. Easter bonnet contest. I made mine and frankly it was fabulous. My mum had forgotten to tell my friend's mum that there was a competition so she threw one together for her. It won. 45 years on I'm still bitter.

Came on the thread just to see what salty meant ...other than the obvious. Never heard it used to mean angry before.

Primary school nativity play and all the girls in my class (Year 2) were angels. During one dress rehearsal, one girl managed to make a huge tear in the gauze wings. That was the dress I ended up with on the night.

We were waiting for the school bus. Carol saw the postman and said there’s Nick’s dad. Nick was a girl at school but Sarah didn’t know that and said to Carol “who’s Nick, your boyfriend?” I laughed at this. That afternoon Nick and her sister came round and had a right go at me for laughing at her dad being a postman.

I’m still cross to this day that Carol got the wrong end of the stick and told Nick I would do such a horrible thing and she believed it!

That my mother didn't speak to us in her mother tongue when we were children. I could have been bilingual.

I really don't understand why she didn't do that and yet she slags off the English and their poor foreign language skills.