You shouldn't still be annoyed, but you are

[Simonlebonbon]

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.

Oh yes OP let’s have the recipe and some joy can come of your ordeal.

many of these are just shocking! The sauce! Anne! The sewing machine!!! What is wrong with people!

Ok, so I think I went to Sallys primary school and may perhaps be her first victim from when she was 6!

It was toy day at the end of Xmas term, you know where you’re allowed to bring something in - Sally and I both brought our barbies in. Mine had a beautiful princess dress and hers had an ugly brown knitted thing - she convinced me to swap ‘just for the holidays’ - only when we got back in the new year we were told Sally wouldn’t be coming back as they had moved. Also it was a move she would have known about as was very far away.

She did a moonlight flit with my barbies princess dress god dammit!! I don’t care that it’s 40 years ago I will never forgive and never forget.

When I was ten I entered a fancy dress competition at the village fete. I was a Cherry Tree (from the village sign). Spent ages painting corrugated paper for the trunk and I made cherry blossom and carefully tied it to real and cardboard branches. The other entrants were a girl dressed as half devil half angel, and a boy in jeans, a denim jacket, a bought cowboy hat and toy gun. Devil/Angel won - her costume was also home made and looked terrific. Who came second? The cowboy. Who chooses a simple shop costume over homemade? Mr Dennington, that’s who… 35 years on it still makes me cross!

I moved house years ago, completed, everything arranged. Except the seller hadn't actually started packing on the moving day. At one point we were taking things through the back and they were taking things out the front. Some people.

@ililoveeverykindofcat
That's absolutely shocking! Was this a long time ago? Would there have been any CCTV? 🤔

When I was young(ish) I managed to get my first computer. It was a big deal for me. One night my cousin accidentally spilt a carton of milk over the keyboard. I was frantic and took the keyboard apart while it was still wet and managed to fix it. Fine, accidents will happen and I was relieved.

What really pissed me off was when she said, a few months later "Do you remember the time you spilt milk on your computer and nearly wrecked it?"

I know it's trivial, but still...

@Justleaveitblankthen oh it was years and years ago. Just the absolute nerve of her though!

Op your original sauce and recipe sounds amazing!

I've just remembered mine, which is, funnily enough, also cooking related. Many decades ago, a distant relative from the French side of the family came to stay with us, to learn English. She was a little older than I was and we'd never met before and didn't have much in common. Aged 13, I was proudly and carefully making my first mayonnaise, by hand, to go with the hors d'oeuvres for Sunday lunch, when "Sally" came along and tasted it. Without asking me, she pomptly poured half the container of salt into the bowl, which completely ruined the mayonnaise so that it was unsalvageable, and we'd run out of eggs so I couldn't start again - and she didn't even apologize to me, she just laughed!
This has been bothering me on and off for 55 years! I still think of her crossly every time I make mayonnaise!

In my mid 20s I was organising a birthday night out, pizza and dancing. Sally had the same birthday so I asked her a few weeks in advance if she wanted a joint thing and she said no she might do something the next night (long weekend). My little sister was underage and was coming to the city for the first time so there was no chance of getting into a club so I chose a not very cool pub, usually an older crowd with live music and a dance floor. We hoped to arrive before the doorman, plan B if she didn't get in was my other sister would leave too and it would be really disappointing. A few days before Sally said she would join us so her and her BF came for the meal and we had a lovely evening. Everyone knew the deal with the pub and my sister.

When we arrived a door man was there and our hearts sank but he let DSis in, we all trickled in until Sally and BF. He was told he had to remove his earring and Sally lost it arguing with the doorman etc. BF was annoyed (understandably) and said he wasn't going to remove it for a ridiculous policy but he was happy to leave and not ruin the night. Sally goes crazy saying we will not spend our money here etc and 2 of our mutual friends backed her up, she insisted everyone leave and sent mutual friend in to drag out my Dsisters and a few others. Sally and crew stormed off down the street and we were left looking at each other, bewildered. Lil sis was gutted. We wandered for a while and found a place with no doorman, but it was awful. Old men, bright lights, no music. I was fuming but trying to be good humoured and everyone bought drinks. I noticed Sally and BF didn't have a drink. After about 15 mins she announced she was going to have an early night after all as she had celebratration plans for her birthday the next night.

20 years on I'm still fuming.

Oooof, OP. Anyone interfering with something I had spent hours making would be on extremely thin ice

She is still simmering out in the woods

When I was 15 my friend had arranged to meet our other friend and her boyfriend and a 3rd friend for a macdonalds. She insisted I join them but I had no money. The friends boyfriend bought everyone's food except anything for me and I had to sit there suppressing tears as they all stuffed themselves! I still look back and think why didn't I just get up and go home! Why let myself go through that misery? And why remain friends with the thoughtless bitches?

My boss and I happened to catch the same train to work, and when we alighted, he insisted on taking a taxi the rest of the way, and made me pay (I would normally catch the bus).

He refused to pay me back, and said if I wanted the money, I should raise an expenses claim, which he would sign off.

He knew perfectly well I couldn't claim for travel if it was just from home to the office. So I didn't even get his half of the fare back, the CF.

Oh how kind of you!

I chopped red and orange peppers, red and white onions and covered in olive oil quite liberally, left some garlic cloves in their skin and roasted quite low heat for about 20 mins and then tossed it around and added my tomatoes, vine ones until the skin of the veg is starting to caramelise, then stop cooking before it catches. Push the garlic out of their skins and discard skins.
Then I added the veg to a pan which had been onion, carrot and celery finely chopped simmering in passata and a vegetable jelly stock cube. Once all the ingredients simmered for a while and reduced a bit I blended it with my hand whizzer.

It was moments later that the offending ketchup (which was some form of no frills type, so the most vinegary shite possible) was added.

I am so happy you lovely folks feel my annoyance. Aibu can be quite daunting to post in so I'm happy that we've shared our (sally) stories!

To the lovely poster named Sally also, I'm so sorry! Haha! (Her name is actually Sally! 😂)

Ex husband just after the birth of our third child used to do the school run "for me" except I was the one getting the kids up dressed ready and fed he would crawl out of bed throw them in the car and drive down to the school I found out a few weeks later when a friend of mine messaged me asking if I was OK? He told everyone he was up all night with the baby and I was forcing him to do the school run they were rumbling at the school how abusive I was for making a clearly "exhausted" man drive he was out with his mates the night before and never got up with the baby I was literally doing everything! So I started taking the kids to school and looking puzzled everytime people mentioned all the "help and support" I was getting I outright laughed when someone said about him doing the night feeds 😂 "oh bless no he sleeps through when he isn't online with his mates" "cooks for me? I can barely get him to cook a frozen pizza" that kind of thing

Still burns me that people would think I neglected my children

Oh Sally you selfish arse!

That's atrocious.

I actually have a ex husband who did very similar, years later our DC is NC with him, sees through his manipulative bullshit. I'm sorry x

Your story has enraged me on your behalf! I can’t believe she did that!

When I was 20 and I really didn’t earn
much, I got a taxi to my work Christmas party from my house. The fare was around £5 but I only had a £20 note. The taxi driver said he didn’t have change as he’d just started his shift, but that he’d drop the change to me the next day. You know how this ends…..

I still think it was such a lousy thing to do to someone.:

That's less a Sally and more a Shirley (Valentine) soufflé stabber!

Mine isn't cooking related. My brother and SIL got married years ago and I still get a slight twinge of sadness about her not inviting me or my mum to her hen do. Her mum, aunties etc all went so it wasn't a wild night clubbing with the young ones. I love my SIL but that was hurtful.

My husband also did the crawl out of bed to drive HIS kids to school after I had got up and done their uniform and lunches etc,but luckily he didn't make out he had done any of the night stuff

Ex DH and I invited a couple we were v good friends with (we had even done some cottage holidays together, including a Christmas one) round for dinner. They loved Spanish food, so I stood up in the kitchen all day making a range of tapas dishes. They were invited for 7.30pm.

He (I'll call him Dave) arrived at 7.30pm, explaining that Sally had gone up town (London) with a mate to see a film that afternoon and was coming separately.

Long story short - we decided to eat when it got to 9pm and Sally had not arrived (she rang Dave a couple of times claiming various excuses but he could tell she was in the pub). She finally showed up at 10.30pm - utterly shitfaced. Poor Dave was hugely embarrassed and just took her home.

She NEVER apologised. After a further atrocity a couple of months later, we cut her out of our lives. A shame, because Dave was nice.

I was in agony with mastitis and had been to the doctors for antibiotics. They recommended I take ibuprofen tooo, to reduce inflammation.

I had to collect my prescription from the pharmacy attached to the surgery, as my script had been sent there electronically. They only had nurofen ,which cost a fortune (usually I buy non branded) .

Anyway , when I go to take my nurofen , not many are left , as my dh was taking the maximum dose he could as he had a cold.

I'm getting angry about it again just typing this.

I did a Sally thing to my husband when we were first together. He was making spaghetti bolognaise and I checked it while it was cooking and to me it didn't look saucy enough so I added another tin of tomatoes... I was 17 at the time and didn't have the understanding I have today of boundaries and not doing stuff like that to people. Needless to say he was upset with me