You shouldn't still be annoyed, but you are

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Do you have anything that happened many moons ago but still low key angers you to this day?
I'll share mine. This is lighthearted by the way, I'm not needing therapy to let this go or anything, I just thought I'd see if anyone had similar things happen.

Years ago my colleagues and I decided we'd take turns hosting a come dine with me night. One colleague attended the evenings but chose to not host, which was fine. Her name is Sally.
So my menu wasn't anything special but dishes I enjoyed cooking.
So my starter went down well (scallops and pea puree if you're interested) and then my main was homemade spinach and ricotta tortellini in a roasted red onion and red pepper sauce, I'd slowly cooked for hours. To be topped with fresh chili and basil with some homemade garlic bread. I even bought a really nice aged parmesan.
Anyway as my sauce is simmering with its fresh and lovely flavour I went to quickly check on my son who was a toddler at the time before I served up.
I went downstairs and smug fucking Sally is smiling like a Cheshire cat telling me she's added a special ingredient to help with my sauce.
It looked weird and smelt quite sweet so I wondered if she'd added something like honey but on no, fucking Sally had added over half of BIG bottle of generic brand tomato ketchup to the sauce I'd lovingly simmered for hours, with olive oil and all my fresh ingredients. Tomato bloody ketchup.
She was so happy about it, eating it and winking at me over dinner, telling the girls how she'd "fixed" my sauce. It was inedible. Destroyed with that sickly, vingeray taste.
The others were polite about it but nobody really enjoyed it.
My pudding was a lemoncello trifle which was also recieved quite well. Obviously though I lost out with my disgusting main course 😂
Sally for months after kept telling people how she'd fixed my sauce, I'm over it now but I did secretly want to punch her every time she mentioned it for the first few weeks.

MIL complained about my postman to Royal Mail in my name that she didn’t get a signature on the parcel she sent. I had asked the postman not to ring the bell as he knew I had a newborn. So it looked like I asked him not to knock and then I complained that he didn’t. I felt awful he was in trouble. I only found out as they called me about ‘my complaint’ and then I found out it was MIL. She lives in Scotland and I live in England and she still causes trouble at my door.

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My partner used to live with his best friend and, early on in the relationship, I was introduced to best friend's girlfriend. I suggested we go out for food and drinks hoping we'd become pals - and for the whole night she refused to lift her wallet. She claimed 'Norman' paid for everything and she couldn't afford a thing. I'd just started my first job making the princely salary of 18k.
Turns out she was minted and they ended up getting married. Partner and Norman are still best friends.
I don't care that 15 years has passed, she owes me £43.50 and I am never getting over it. Tighter than a duck's arse.

What an absolute Sally!

Let's hope someone adds ketchup to every meal she cooks, the bunch of Sally's!

In high school, we tended to sit in the same seats in each class. In geography I normally sat next to Michelle. Hannah sat next to Emma. One day Emma was off sick. Michelle said to me, I'm going sit next to Hannah today so she's not sat on her own. So I was left sitting on my own instead!

I left school in 2003 and this was probably in 2000. I often think about it haha.

Good God OP, I would’ve felt like punching Sally for you. Did she intentionally try to sabotage your turn? What an irritating little shit.

My name is Sally 😢 I promise we aren't all bad!

Sally can wait,...

I want to punch her. Not only for your sauce, but for attending the evenings yet never hosting herself!
Sally is an annoying cheekyfucker.

I've mentioned this before.

One day I was running for a bus and I dropped my hat. As I turned around to retrieve it, a woman picked it up and shouted out her address so I could continue running for the bus and then call around to her house later to pick up my hat.

I called to her house later that evening and she said she had made a mistake, and there hadn't been anything on the ground.

I was so gobsmacked I just thanked her and left.

Not my story to be annoyed about but your story reminds me of my last year in school when another student decided to add some ‘detail’ to another students final fine art submission that was on display to make it look ‘better’…

The student who did the modifications wasn’t even a fine art student.

I was 16 and had just started college.
Part of our day was to man the phones in a reception area.
A tutor came in and said dial this number41ex2.
The woman then started talking to some other colleagues.
I say someone has answered the phone....tutor ignored me,so I say who shall I ask for...tutor still not answering me but in her conversation talking to other tutors at the desk I hear her say yes I am just going to speak with Anne.

Woman on the line is saying who is this,who do you want.
I say a tutor wants to speak to Anne.
I say I am a student.
So lady on the phone says don't you call me Anne its Miss Taylor to you.

The lady at the desk then takes the phone off me and starts talking to Anne.
Then in a loud voice says I can't believe she asked for Anne how rude,who does she think she is...then starts telling other other tutors around the desk and they stand there talking about me.
I was so upset and just sat in silence thinking but that wasn't my fault.

I was crossing in a zebra crossing and instead of stopping, a woman just slowed right down and kept driving. I was blithely sure she was going to stop at some point.

She didn't. She just really, really, really slowly drove into me. It barely even hurt it was so slow, it was just like being pushed hard.

I genuinely couldn't believe it. I was gobsmacked.

For context, it was broad daylight, near a school, and I was walking at a normal-pace, neither slow nor rushing. She just literally kept driving.

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Aww, @cleanasawhistle I really feel for you there. What horrible people!

A childhood friend of mine borrowed my old singer sewing machine whilst I was pregnant. She moved house while it was still in her care and it got dropped down 2 flights of stairs. She didn't tell me any of this. I only found out when I went to her parents house to pick it up months later to be told by her dad it had gone to the local tip. It was my grandma's and very sentimental. I was livid!
In retrospect I shouldn't have lent it out at all but it still angers me to this day.

Nearly 30 (😱) years ago I was following instructions from Nick (yes, that’s his real name) how to do a system back-up over the phone. Nick gave me wrong instructions and our system ground to a halt as it basically ate its own information. About 80% was recovered from back ups. Nick said “Yeah we fucked that up, didn’t we?”
No Nick, WE didn’t. YOU did.
I also had a great idea, and in a meeting, I sat there while Nick put the suggestion forward as his own idea. It was very well received.
I’m no longer in my 20s and putting up with that shit again.

OP, your red onion and pepper sauce (before Sally ruined it) sounds SO delicious. I'm salivating. Are you happy to share?
In return I'll think of my best slow-burning gripes. There must be a few!

Bloody Sally and what a horrible bus driver!

I took my then Year 6 DS out of school for a holiday the week in between SATS exams ending and half term. I knew they wouldn’t be doing anything at school in reality that week. His friend was also taken out of school that week for a holiday. School reported me to the council and I got fine but the friend’s parents didn’t get reported and fined.

This irked me (and still does when I think about it) as I was on the PTA for 3 years and single-handedly ran the school uniform shop for what was a large primary school. It took up loads of my time every week and masses of time at the beginning of term. They asked me to go to a new starter day one time and I took a half day off work. Tables were set out for all the teachers in the hall but I had to get my own table out to put the uniform on!

@Aconite20 - I'm sorry, I've never heard the expression "though they suck up to senior people like their middle name is Henry". Where does it originate and who is Henry? I did try googling to find out before asking you, but google brought me back to your post!

Sally sounds like a twat!

Henry Hoover… suck up 😂

Well I read this thread tonight got up this morning to discover that the big charity event going to tonight has me sat at a table of people I don't really know when I had planned to sit with my sister and family who I rarely get to spend time with. They have also got my name wrong, not misspelled, completely different name. Can you guess the person responsible's name? Yep, it's Sally!!

I went to visit a friend in another city who had moved there for work. One of those friends you have in your 20’s who is good fun but more of a social friend.
On the Saturday she’d arranged a double date. I was a bit perplexed as she hadn’t mentioned it, but I was young thought I’d just go with it. And was very firm that I’d just be polite with ‘the friend’ as there was no way I was interested in anything more.
The friend was alright. Not my type and I wasn’t his so we had a good laugh about it.
Sally (can I call her that?) was all over her date. He had a lot of money. And I mean a lot.
Sally went to the loo and her date started talking to me.
He was so impressed with Sally. The school she went. Her A levels. Her Uni degree. Her hobbies.
And then I realised he was describing my life. In great detail. And believe me it’s not that impressive, it’s not like I went to Oxford.
I don’t think the romance lasted long, and my friendship with Sally didn’t either. She moved on to new friends where she was and I was fine with it.
A decade later I am on holiday with my other half. Went for a walk one afternoon to look at some beautiful yachts. And bumped into Mike the Millionaire. Just as he was getting off his yacht!
Straight away he remembered me. He was actually a really nice bloke. Invited me and my other half back for dinner… and we went!
So I’m not that mad at Sally in the end, as we had a night we would never have experienced before, and certainly won’t again.