to ask for your best ever 'I told you so moment?

[AllyBee990]

I feel like we can't talk about these moments in real life without sounding smug but would love to know stories...

Mine is when a git at work left his lovely, also at work wife for a total bully, also same office. After a few months of flowers delivered to the office and rubbing it under lovely ex wife's nose, new lady chucked him hehe... I didn't say I told you so but I could tell eveeeeeryone else ( rest of the office is lovely and scandal free ) and defo his wife was thinking it.

What's yours?

A nasty jobsworth from the stats dept kept coming into my office to berate me for not doing my stats right, actually I had. But he never bothered to listen to me, just bullied me. His department didn't rehire him from the temp agency so he was out on his ear with no notice - I did a jig round my office when I found out

@phishy Yeah right what?

My children's primary school denied my children's autism. Played down their difficulties to the doctor. Both kids were diagnosed.

They refused to assist us with securing an EHCP for them. In fact, did everything in their power to stop my children both getting an EHCP.

SENCO said the kids wouldn't get one because they didn't need one.

The kids moved to Secondary School and that school backed us all the way. Both kids now have an EHCP and a 1:1 TA. At least the Secondary School know that the Primary lied about the level of need and how unprofessional they made themselves look.

Still see the SENCO on their walk to school every morning. Feel so smug

The school is supposedly 'Outstanding'.

SENCO can't look me in the eye

I went through a stage of having regular blood tests. My veins are a lot shy so there was always a struggle to get blood out. I used to take heat pads to encourage the veins!

One day, a phlebotomist looked at my arm and then took blood out of my hand. The next few times blood was removed from my hand. I turned up one day and a new phlebotomist looked concerned that she would have to take blood out of my hand as that was not standard practice. She went to speak to the head phlebotomist who called me ridiculous, told me to take the heat pad off the veins in my hand, and proceeded to hit my arm to find a vein. 5 minutes later, after stabbing me with the needle and digging around, she conceded and withdrew blood from my hand. I think my eyes said it all. I didn't go back. All future bloods were taken in clinic. From my hand.

Years ago now and shows how long I can hold a grudge so maybe doesn't reflect well on me but...

At university I was in a small knit group of friends. I got into an intense relationship with one of the guys, who swiftly broke my heart when I walked in on him in bed with one of the other girls in the group.

His story was that she was a dear platonic friend and they were just snuggling under the duvet together to watch a movie. I knew that I had definitely seen two people getting it on. He was my first love and I was gutted.

NO ONE in that group believed me. He was "such a nice guy...you're just so insecure, they are just friends...he loves you..." it was absolutely MADDENING. Even the girl who had been in his bed tried to tell me I had got it all wrong and just needed to trust him and not be jealous of their special friendship.

Obviously we broke up and he made a big deal of forgiving me for spreading such nasty rumours about him (!) and the narrative became that we had sadly broken up because of my insecurities!

Not long afterwards, another female friend from that same friendship group started seeing him. Being an intense bunch of nineteen year olds, she invited me for a drink to discuss it with me and to check it wouldn't affect our friendship.

I said something like "obviously I think you can do better, he didn't treat me very well."

She replied with something like (sorry this was years ago!) "oh not all that again, he said you would bring all that up, what happened is..." and pedalled out the same ridiculous bullshit he had given me about how I had not seen what I had seen with my own two eyes.

I was absolutely LIVID that he was still lying about it and making me look insane!

Anyway they got together, seemed very happy, and I was civil to him at group events, but never forgot what a dick he was.

A few years later, just after we all graduated, my friend found out that he had been shagging "platonic bestie" for the entire time they had been together.

I said absolutely nothing remotely I-told-you-so-ish to friend, and was genuinely sorry as my friend was devastated. But I couldn't help feeling vindicated as everyone in that friend group finally realised that I wasn't a madwoman!

Ex and platonic bestie are now married, everyone is fine and it's mostly consigned to water under the bridge uni drama, but I still think he is a massive gaslighting bellend, and was secretly delighted to see he had lost most of his hair last time we crossed paths a few years ago.

@TrashyPanda

ExH was notoriously incompetent at anything practical but thought he was too clever to read instruction leaflets or ask for help. He knew best.

He had a bad habit of leaving car headlights on (this was in the 90s) and had drained the battery yet again. This time, he’d actually bought his own jump leads, and went next door to ask if he could use their car.

Only he put them on the wrong way round and blew all the electrics in our car! Had to be winched onto a tow truck and cost quite a lot to repair.

I was just thankful a) it wasn’t the neighbours car and b) I had been inside the whole time, otherwise it would have been my fault.

I've got one of those at home too...

@TrashyPanda

ExH was notoriously incompetent at anything practical but thought he was too clever to read instruction leaflets or ask for help. He knew best.

He had a bad habit of leaving car headlights on (this was in the 90s) and had drained the battery yet again. This time, he’d actually bought his own jump leads, and went next door to ask if he could use their car.

Only he put them on the wrong way round and blew all the electrics in our car! Had to be winched onto a tow truck and cost quite a lot to repair.

I was just thankful a) it wasn’t the neighbours car and b) I had been inside the whole time, otherwise it would have been my fault.

Take the first paragraph and the last one,and I could have written that myself!

Visiting the inlaws on Christmas day, dh drives up and down their long road, moaning and blustering that there was no where to park and we'd have to walk mile.
3 times he drove past a space right outside their house insisting each time I pointed it out that the car wouldn't fit.
On the 4th trip down the road I insisted he stop the car and let me park it. He got out with that arrogant swagger and attitude of someone that 100% knows they're going to get an "i told you so" opportunity saying "ok then, here you go!"
He stood back and watched as I reverse parked in 1 smooth movement, into the space with room to spare.
I couldn't help a quick "told ya" as I got out 😁

More 'the nurse told you so'. Following the birth of my first (and on reflection during the end of the pregnancy) I experienced massive pain through my body from my gall bladder. It would keep me up lots of nights. I often had to get everything onto the floor so I could lay down with my baby as sometimes I would lose balance from sharp pains I lost weight very quickly. During her first vaccinations I mentioned to the nurse i was due to see the doctor later for these reasons. She looked at me, quite confidently said "gallstones" she'd actually trained as a nurse working around patients with gallstones. She was convinced.

The Dr (total arrogant one, thinks he's god's gift etc) laughed that idea off, literally laughed and said no chance. Put me through so many different tests and treatments. It took 9 months to actually get an ultrasound, by which time I was underweight, extremely exhausted, got every illness going - he told me it was pnd. Anyway. Gallbladder diagnosed, operation booked my daughter was 1. Barely a week later I was sleeping properly, stronger, concentrating and best of all. Pain free. Absolute arrogant git. Just because an experienced nurse had suggested it.

DS aged 11 in December 2020 complained of a sore throat one Sunday night, said he didn’t want to go to school. I said don’t be silly, you’re fine and a sore throat isn’t a Covid symptom.

Same conversation the next morning. He insisted. I said if you’re not going to school you’re having a Covid test. So he had one and it came back positive. (I tested positive the following day).

So he probably spread it to no-one at school, whereas if he’d done as I said he would have been likely to spread it to a fair few. I stood humbled.

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@IncompleteSenten

Mine mostly seem to be around the assembling of flat pack furniture while claiming they don't need the instructions because it's common sense.

I say ok, sit back and enjoy the show.

I've got two flat pack cupboards here,broken before they were even finished being put together...Instuction leaflet?Nah!

@Picklesbaby

Being induced with ds, pains non stop for hours .was checked and was only 3cm .pain was unbearable I asked them to turn the drip down or get me an epidural . 45mins later He was fannying about getting the needle in and I just said stop I need to push . The midwife rolled her eyes and said shes 3cm she doesn’t. I threw myself on the bed so dramatically and she checked and said quietly oh yes she’s fully dilated . HA I told you so

I had similar. DS was premature so they had me hooked up to machines and gave DH the call button, said they were busy and check on me in while. About an hour later I said to DH I really need to push, please call the midwife, "no, no, they said it will be ages yet as you were only 3cm and they are busy' had the same conversation back and forth and then I told him that he presses the button or I'm will scream until someone comes. He apologises to the midwife, she says it won't be yet, I insist on being checked. Midwife goes to the door and calls for supplies as she can see the head.

During the devastating bushfires in Australia 2 years ago DH insisted we go to visit in-laws for Christmas in their coastal village several hours away from our city. Despite being concerned about being trapped there if the fires got close we went anyway. Our first attempt at driving there was halted as the bushfires had crossed the main highway and nobody could get through so we turned around and went home.
A few days later the road was clear so we went down, against my better judgement. We weren't in any danger as the fires hadn't got too close yet but I was keeping a close eye on developments. We had a lovely time despite the permanently smoke-filled air and soaring temperatures. We had decided to leave on the Monday and head home but DH was having a great time with his family and begged me to stay another day. I checked the weather conditions and the Tuesday was forecast as being very windy and very hot - ideal conditions for the fires to flare up. There is only one road into this village and it is through several kilometers of dense bushland so if the fires reached the road we would be trapped there. I put my foot down and insisted we leave that day.
We got home safely that afternoon, despite many delays and traffic jams on the main highway due to the fires. When we woke up the next morning we saw that the fires had reached the road to the village and everyone there was stranded, unable to leave. As the fires got closer to the village the power lines and phone lines had gone down so the in-laws were stuck there in 35 degree heat with no supplies getting into the village, all food defrosting and only a bbq to cook it before it went off.
It was 5 days before the road reopened and power was restored. 5 days of stressing that the family was in danger. 5 days that we would have been stuck there too if I hadn't bloody well told him so!

In a very male heavily male dominated workplace - I think in fact I was the only female not in the office at the time, sat in crowded tea room and Lead Bloke calling out crossword clues. I would rarely have said anything in this environment, but knew the answer which was "rheumy" so I called it out. There was a weird sort of silence from everyone then a snort. Lead Bloke looked at the paper, counted out the letters, could see it was right and STILL wouldn't put it in.
Next day at the same time I knew they would go through yesterday's answers. I wasn't on shift but knew the penny would drop quietly, for some of them

I had similar but it was at a charity quiz. Only woman in the team and before we went I cautioned them, I know shit, I’m good at quizzes and if you ignore my answers we will lose.

They did. We did. And with every single wrong answer they overruled me on as it came up I said “told ya”

They kept trying to get me to go to quizzes with them after that and I refused.

I had been out for the morning, and avoid public loos, so needed to get home to my bathroom. On the way I was knocked over, and my leg was broken. I was taken to hospital, and admitted, and told the nurse I desperately needed to pee.
She gave me a shallow little cardboard saucer thing, I said it wasn’t going to be -er- suitable. She took no notice, so…
The ensuing tsunami was a cause of great mirth on the ward, especially when she said she was supposed to record the amount. Somebody suggested she could wring the bedding out…

Marrying somebody you hardly know IS stupid even if occasionally it works out.

Yeah, reading quite a few of these I’m thinking “well, that could very easily have gone the other way”

It’s one thing to know you were right at the time, but quite different when you have made an against the odds prediction and were right.

have a few
with dd1, told dr I was being v v sick at 8 weeks pregnant, got patted on the head and told it was normal but sent me to midwife for 'reassurance' - sent straight to hospital with sever hyperemesis (hadn't managed to keep more than sips of water down for over a week)
with dd2, kept being told she was small for dates and monitored weekly for last 8 weeks, I kept saying she wasn't - 9lb 2 bang on dates
Exh kept telling me to be careful with paint pot as just sanded floors, he, however, was perfectly able to move step ladders with paint balanced on top - upturned completely all over new floor
exp decided it was a good idea to count his money while waiting for the tube in barcelona, I told him flashing that cash was a really bad idea, got off tube and he went to pay for something, yep - all gone

I now get paid a really good wage in risk management where I spend my time saying 'if you do this, this will happen' - luckily they value my advice and I don't very often get to say 'told you so'

@fataroundthemiddle

I've got two flat pack cupboards here,broken before they were even finished being put together...Instuction leaflet?Nah!

Get an Ikea family card, it provides replacements if damage is caused during assembly or transport home. Invaluable when you like with a flat pack 'expert'.

@phishy

That’s terrible CleansU0. Did you think about complaining to PALS?

This was about 15 years ago, I didn't know about PALS as I hadn't been to GP or hospital very often in the 30 years I've lived here, and tended to go along with what the 'experts' said, never thought of putting in a complaint. But that all changed once I got the correct diagnosis and realised how close I came to losing my mobility due to wanker male doctor refusing to listen to me. Did wonders as self-assertiveness training!

I had 3 babies in 5 years. First two went 2 weeks overdue, then had very fast labours. 20 minutes for no 1, 90 mins number 2. Was 38 at time of 3rd baby, under different team at the Chelsea and Westminster. DH and I ran busy pub in Covent Garden. Due to age and fast labours consultant made me promise to race to hospital at first twinge, in exchange for not hassling me to have induction. So got a twinge at 11 on Sat night. Had felt good and spent an hour in pub so dressed nice, makeup and hair done. Got to hospital, and went in while DH parked. Carried my little bag. Had water birth booked. So the team in duty all sitting drinking tea. I say, I’ve come to have baby, can you start filling pool. Without looking at notes they looked at me, calm and made up, not screaming, and assumed I was either in very early stages, or just plain exaggerating. Too soon for pool they said, they would find me a bed in antenatal ward. I hadn’t the strength to argue with all 5 of them, and they just wouldn’t engage with me, so got escorted through ward of snoozing mums to be and stuck in side room. Put monitor belt on me(reluctantly) then hubby arrived. Staff left us. Within 10 minutes he was standing at door of room yelling for help. Young orderly responded, turned green then ran out also yelling for help. Cue 4 staff and a wheelchair bursting into room just as DH caught son number 3. When I saw my file on checkout it had elderly primagravita precipitate labours on cover in red ink. We have been embarrassing since with story for over 20 years now.

Not my story really but DD went on a young person's National Citizens scheme course when she was 16. The others in her group were from very different backgrounds, some had their social workers with them. Drugs and alcohol were being used every night.
DD mentioned that one leader shouldn't leave her iPhone unattended in case it got nicked. She was immediately taken for "counselling" to help her be less judgemental.
Of course the leaders iPhone got stolen, 2 kids had to be ambulanced to hospital with an overdose and the whole course was cancelled when another lad staged a sit in on the roof, throwing tiles off at anyone who tried to reason with him.

@MyComputerGetsSadWithoutMe

I was pregnant with my second, I knew I had all the typical obstetric cholestasis symptoms so took myself off to the hospital and said so to the midwives who were ADAMANT I was wrong, I'm not usually very good at advocating for myself but I did in that scenario and 7 hours later the midwives said that my blood test results showed cholestasis. Also that pregnancy, I was admitted after the cholestasis results to be induced, they started the induction process Monday and by Wednesday tea time very little progress was made so it was decided they would break my waters, waters got broke at 11.30pm and I was only 3cm dilated but the urge to push was already beginning; midwife quite patronisingly told me I wouldn't be dilated enough I'm just not coping and said she was going to get pethidine, DP pressed the emergency buzzer because he didn't know what to do but by the time they got to me I had a head hanging out in the little tiny bathroom.

And this one I was proved wrong! I bought 2 bunnies after suffering with my mental health and making progress and I was told by the breeder they were both girls, I trusted the breeder so never thought to check but my DS has been saying since we got them 'Max is a boy I think.' Well I'm certainly wrong and Ruby is pregnant. The vet also thought they were both girls 3 months ago but must her got done because the vet said it was unnecessary. I don't mind too much, they're lovely rabbits and Max is now booked in. We'll get the babies their injections when they're born and make sure they go to good homes preferably in pairs if possible. Have a picture of the small, furry and cute offenders!

Thank you for sharing, seeing your adorable bunnies has made my night!

Was having trouble getting car into gear and mentioned it to dh. He said it was my driving as he didn't have a problem. A couple of weeks later car broke down at a junction whilst I was driving. Clutch had gone! Told mechanic that I thought there was a problem. Yes, he said, its usually a warning that the clutch is going if you cant put it into gear..? Apart from me being stuck waiting for the AA, that was a smug one for me esp as dhnthinks he's a better driver than me (he's not)