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.

Grrrraarh! The sauce story has made me too angry for this time on a Saturday. If I ever have to tear a strip off someone I’ll pretend they’re Sally

My aunt crocheted me a beautiful soft, white shawl for my first baby. A few months later my best friend at work had a baby and asked to borrow the shawl for his christening. I was happy to lend it. When she gave it back to me it was baggy and stringy - she'd put it in the washing machine. It was ruined. She must've seen the look on my face but just said "It's fine!" with no apology.
Lesson learnt. I don't lend precious things now.

My teenage SS left our home in a huff to go and live with his mum and other siblings. He left behind his Xbox and other personal belongings. But he somehow managed to take an old suitcase of Lego with him. Lego that my husband had collected when he was a child.

Years later when looking for the suitcase of Lego we discovered that he had taken it. He has simply dumped it into the Lego stash at his mom’s house that her other children had.
My poor husband had collected and preserved this Lego to give to his children and now it’s at his exs house all mixed up with current new Lego.

Oh well!

Ironically called 'Don't look back in anger' 😂

Years ago when ds was little and at primary school, his class had some sort of competition. I can't remember the details but I can clear as day remember this, for one week every day me and ds would work on this project. I took ds out foraging for bits we needed in woods (just remembered ds was to make a person I think out of anything you wanted) we made a person out of grass, bits of bark, acorns etc.

The big day came, it was a Friday and my son went to school and handed in his project.

We didn't win the competition, do you know what did? A parent had stuck a wine cork on a silver metal Cork screw and drew with black marker eyes and a smiling mouth!!!!

That primary school teacher was definitely a Sally!

All these years later I still can't move past it

Edited to add, I just remembered that our story to go with our project was along the lines of how life is all interconnected.

Sally is a moron. What kind of a person does that? She sounds unhinged.

Mine was the fun fair and change. I only had £10 which was worth a lot more - think 80s on a big wheel which rolled 360

Change all in £1 coins no fivers, tried to shut my purse but it burst open on the ride and the money fell onto ground. You could see the owners picking it up with glee and no money back. I was livid.

My dsis gave my crochet baby blankets away. I thought they were on loan as my dc were older. Never mind

When I was early 20s, I used to go into the local city centre every Saturday night with a work colleague. I lived at my parents' house walking distance of the city (10-15 min walk) and she lived a 20 min drive away.

Every week my mom would come with me to pick her up in my car, we would drive into the city, get dropped off and my mom would take my car back home. She never offered any fuel money for this.

One week, we drove into the city and within the last week the road we used had been pedestrianised and we didn't realise. Got dropped off as usual and a week later, I received a fine for driving on that road.

Now if the situation had been reversed, I would have offered to pay half of the fine but she didn't offer a penny. Even though we wouldn't have been driving if we hadn't have picked her up.

It still pisses me off today (25 years later!) and yes, I know I was driving, but I would have offered to pay something if I'd been her!

And guess what, her name was genuinely Sally! 😆

It’s essentially a CF story (one of many from this friend) but I still think about it from time to time too. Also dinner related.

Group of 3 friends, one of us is American and celebrates thanksgiving.
Every year she hosts us for dinner, and goes all out. Great food. Me and CF, we’ll call her Sally, bring wine/dessert/snakcs and all have a merry time.

This particular year (and funnily enough, the last time US Friend organises this), Sally announces in the group chat that her mother will be staying with her the weekend of TG so she’ll need to be included. Mother has very strict dietary requirements, so actually she thinks it’s just best if she does all of the cooking and hosts (Sally is British, in case it matters).

US friend begrudgingly allows, she does offer to cook according to dietary requirements but Sally (who’s known for being a control freak) insists and says shes the only one who knows how.

Sally merrily begins making plans and asks US friend for recipes etc. she then decides to invite a few more of her friends as well and adds them to the group.

Then the week of the dinner, she messages all to confirm the time, then asks for money from each of us to cover the costs. US friend was very much offended by this as not only has she never asked for money in all the years she hosted us, she never even asked for the whole dinner to be taken over!

So she gave in but didn’t bring any extras like wine, chocolates etc, and I ignored the message and brought the value in alcohol. And that was the last time I had a thanksgiving dinner.

I bought a very expensive outfit for the wedding of a close family member. The sister of the bride was very complimentary about it. She said that she had another wedding to attend the following weekend and asked where I’d bought it as she couldn’t find anything she liked. As we were similarly sized, I told her that she could borrow it once I’d had it dry cleaned, and got it to her before the following weekend.

Weeks later it still hadn’t been returned so I asked her sister to ask her for it back. Eventually after about 12 months, her sister brought it round to me. When I took it out of the carrier it had a massive red wine stain all down the front. It was completely ruined. To rub salt into the wounds, it was accompanied by a 4 quid bottle of wine to say thank you!

I would have given her a big smile and purred gently,

‘No, but I remember the time you spilt milk on my computer keyboard. I wasn’t going to mention it again as, if you remember, I managed to take it apart and clean it up’

But then I had too much practise whilst growing up with someone like this. At first it was trivial but it escalated. Once I started making calm corrections, it all but stopped.

Fucking Sally.

Around 2007 I went for a pub dinner at the causal pub behind our office with colleagues. They said there was a quiz on so we joined in. Just for fun and the prize was something like a round of drinks so really not high stakes. There were only about 4 teams. We were just there for fun and to eat some pub food. Everyone was laid back…or so I thought.

One question I knew the answer to, as in 100 % certain. I said it, everyone agreed and we wrote it down. When the answers were read out, the host said answer I had given and then said that no one had got it right. We started to complain and then one woman in our group went red, looked really awkward and confessed that she had changed the answer secretly before handing in the answer sheet as she thought it was something else.

I don’t care at all about the quiz but I have never got over how WEIRD it was. After that I could never stop thinking that the colleague was a bit sketchy.

My villain origin story happened at pre-school.

I sat down at a table where many jigsaws and toys were laid out. I chose my chair because I wanted to do that particular jigsaw.

Another kid came along and the teachers told me to shuffle round to another seat so that he could do the puzzle I had chosen. I refused. They forced me to move, and eventually I did, but they could not force me to do the puzzle at my new seat. It wasn't the one I wanted to do, and I wasn't going to do it.

We had a long stand off where someone sat with me trying to force me to do this puzzle. For AGES. Because I wouldn't, everyone was allowed to go for their orange juice and a biscuit, but I wasn't. When my mum came to collect me, she was told how terribly naughty I had been.

Why couldn't they just let me do the original puzzle? This was around 35 years ago, but I remain baffled, and appalled at the injustice!

A newly qualified nurse around 35 years ago, I was the only one with a car in my group of friends - an old banger of a mini, but it worked.
one Saturday night we decided to go into the city to a nightclub. I was working a late shift the following day and wasn’t drinking or staying out too late so agreed to their request that I should drive, and they’d split the petrol cost.
Off we went to the club, we were enjoying ourselves. I was ready to go about 1 am, but the other 3 asked me to stay a bit longer … then a bit longer, which I did. I was l annoyed, but at the same time didn’t want to leave them stranded. Taxis were few and far between and beyond our budget.
Finally the club lights went up at 3am and I was relieved we could go home - only to be told that my driving was no longer needed as the 3 of them had decided earlier they were getting a lift to someone’s house to continue the partying. They didn’t bother to tell me earlier in the evening, and what’s more, I wasn’t invited. I drove home alone and never did get any petrol contributions.
The club is long closed now, if I drive past I have to grit my teeth and be cross with them and even more with myself for being such a doormat.

I worked in a bar abroad in my late teens where the regulars were allowed to run bar tabs. Every so often the tabs got ridiculous (they were minted money brokers) - and one time the bar owner told me to ask everyone to pay up. So I discreetly mentioned the bar tab to each bloke as they showed up.

One bloke shouted at me that we shouldn't be offering credit and then calling it in like that and how dare I ask him for cash - and he would be taking his custom elsewhere. The bar owner then said - oh I didn't mean for you to ask 'him' and made me apologise to him and buy him a pint.

I should have told both of them to go fuck themselves.

@GuffyTheDustBuster you reminded me of another one.

I worked in a beach chipper place on a promenade as a student. We had a strict customers only toilet policy as people would go in covered in sand and we were constantly cleaning. There were public toilets only a few minutes walk away. I had gotten into trouble with my boss, the owner Sally, for taking pity on a Mum with a young boy and had been reminded many times of this policy. One day a very heavily pregnant woman waddled in and asked please could she go. Sally was lurking nearby so I said I was really sorry but I couldn't let her and showed her where the toilets were etc. I was very polite and sympathetic as i genuinely hated saying it. Sally butted in asking what was going on and I explained. She turned to the customer and said of course you can my dear, and turns to me saying 'this woman is obviously in need!' or something to that effect. I wanted to die on the spot.

I was at a recital with a couple of friends and the snotty lady behind me tapped me on the shoulder and told me to stop fidgeting, that I was distracting her. I was livid that she'd actually touched me, and to this day, when I think of it, I wished I'd dealt with her. I was not bloody fidgeting.

My worst boss was called Sally. She was a real tyrant.

Did they use felt-tip pens?

I once went to Sunday School (although it was on a Friday evening) run by a big group of acoustic guitar / Fair Isle sweater types that had moved into a house locally. All the local kids went - and NONE of our parents checked it out in advance 🤷 (late 70s). They had a quiz where the prize for knowing a Bible verse was a lollipop. I said the verse correctly, but for some reason they refused to hand over the lollipop. I flounced out, never to return, and dedicated my life to Satan (not really, but nearly).

I just thought of another one, a drunk guest at my wedding knocked a table full of drinks over me and my dress

A drunken girlfriend of my brother made a ridiculous speech to remember our late mother at the wake.
(We noticed she was drunk before the funeral)

She had only met mum 5 times and mum was in the last stages of dementia so didn't know her.
Whether mum knew even in her state always referred to the ex as that woman.

Fortunately she is now an EX.

When I was 13, I was just walking down a corridor at school and this horrible boy from my year spat at me. I'd never had any interaction at all with him, positive or negative so I have no idea why he felt compelled to do that. It hit my glasses luckily, I shouted at him to fuck off and just wiped it off and carried on, never told anyone. Still bothers me now 25 years on.

My partners family used to go out for birthdays, birthday person not paying. It was a bogof venue meals costing around £15 total and 3 of us would go, us and our child, each time we ended up paying over £45 into this meal.
i realised the child’s meal was £5 and with ours at £15 on bogof and adding couple of quid for the birthday person we should only have been paying £25 max, which we did the next time asked. “ we’ll pay for our own” didn’t go down well and we weren’t asked again.

I would have punched her end off