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.

Went to restuarant with a group of new friends.
Having dinner, my knife had food towards the top end, for some reason, I went to lick it. I was brought up not to pick knives obviously, but suddenly did it in a busy restuarant as I didn't think anyone was looking.

One of the new 'friends' piped up loudly, "Oh golly Trees, we don't pick knives!"

Tried to laugh it off but to say I was mortified would be an understatement.

Think of her sometimes and fume!

As a plus, I've never picked a knife since. At least not in public.

Invite her again, and bury her alive in the garden

I’ve found the thread I needed! I was at the cash point with my newborn and 7 year old. I turned away to get my purse from under the pram but when I looked up a man had gone in front of me. He then turned round and told me off for being too close and looking over his shoulder! Told me to ‘get back’ and give him privacy. I was so sleep addled and shocked at his brass neck that I said nothing. Ever since I have wished that I’d told him what a cheeky fucker he was.
Very reasonable of me to be annoyed you may think. However, the baby is now 15 and I’m still seething!

Everyone went to my soon to be H Nan's house the day before the wedding, including the only relative I had. No one invited me..

*Never licked a knife since....

DM and her then BF ( now DH) took his 14yr old son to Spain and to the Barcelona football ground, he moaned he was bored and the photo of him was sulking. I was football crazy and was so jealous.
DB and I were never taken on holiday abroad, we stayed at home with DGP while they went abroad every year. I had to pay to go with them when I was 18. I'm still bitter 40 years later.

Mine was nearly 30 years ago.

Some background - in the village I lived in at the time, there was a lovely mums and toddlers group that was a godsend - we were a group that took turns hosting in our home, and it took place 4 times a week. I met one of my best friends there. It was called 'chat,' this might be outing but after so long I don't care!

And when the children were old enough to go to school, there was group you could progress to called 'child free chat'.

I was invited to join this childfree group by a very lovely mum, the meeting I went was being hosted by another mum, a bit of a queen bee - lets call her Sally. So I turned up - and was immediately challenged by Sally - who implied that I had turned up uninvited, and the meetings weren't open to just anyone.

Well I was mortified, I was a young mum. I'm not the most brave of people, even now - but now I think I would have dealt with this Sally differently. Of course over the years I have reacted (mentally ) in so many, more satisfying ways. Instead I just made my excuses and left. And never went back.

Apparently the group still meets in a local garden centre where, according to another friend, they talk about their ailments and grandchildren!

You are not over it.

Some major injustices I carry with me are:

• having my special techniquest pencil stolen from me by Gemma in primary school.

• being given a 'file note' from my manager for taking a 12 minute break instead of the allocated 10 mins.

• being told I had to take annual leave instead of special paid leave for my great auntie's funeral because my manager deemed she wasn't a close relative, even though the policy specifically stated it was available for a range of relations beyond standard close family.

Deep breaths

And yeah, those last two were the same job and god was I glad when I left.

About 16/17 years ago,my ds had gorgeous,hazelnut coloured,soft baby hair
My narc mother kept nagging me to cut it as it was touching his shoulders and I kept telling her it wasn't her choice and I'd do it when I was ready
Left him with her for a few minutes and she shaved his whole head-shed planned it and had the clippers ready
When I hit the roof,she had the cheek to tell me I'd asked her to do it and had 'forgotten'
How I did not bury her,I do not know-she went round friends and family crying and lying that I'd asked her to do it and she couldn't understand why I was so angry
Thankfully my friends believed me but I had a lot of people tell me I was in the wrong

Just after covid,a colleague broke it off with his girlfriend and to say she took it badly,is an understatement
She would sit in our car park and cry in her car
I got talking to her (not knowing what had happened) and she would come in for a chat
Enter the silly cow big boss-id been chatting to this lady,when I was hauled in and screamed at for daring to speak to the ex
I wish id told her where to shove her job-she did leave a few weeks later for another branch
I did nothing wrong apart from have a laugh with a customer

Bloody hell! I wonder if people like that have actually taken their driving test? Automatic fail!!!

If you still see this person then next time you/, they are eating when they're not looking add 'something special' to their food 😂😂😂😂😂

I would still not forgive her. I have two things that are still raw. 1. I don't speak to my mum as me and my husband/daughters lived with her to help her out with her house and be our home when she passed but she fell out with our 20 year old and said we could stay and she leaves. We all moved out and I don't speak to her. 2. My best friend brought me home from the hospital after me being in after a blood transfusion and hemorrhage while my husband had our daughters, all fine the when I went back to work with her and tried arrange to see her out of work she was always busy, like she had moved on, we fell out and don't speak.

Just punch Sally and get this years old need for revenge out of your system - after all it’s a dish best served cold!

Spineless swine that witness. The lack of integrity found in the wild is breathtaking

I want to punch her for you, if it had been my sauce, she would have gone home wearing it!

I spent the week leading up to my dd's christening day making icing figures and decorating her cake. I had planned it for months, delicate colour scheme etc. Set it all up on the dessert table before going to the service. Returned from the service with all of my family to find that a member of my partner's family had decided to make her own christening cake, with my dd's name on and put it right next to the one I made. Apparently I was being unreasonable for asking for it to be moved. Completed overshadowed the day.

Family member borrowed some expensive specialist tools I bought DH for a job. He then sold his van with the tools in it as he ‘hadn’t been bothered to take them out’. He also sold a car with someone else’s stuff in it. Never replaced any of it of course.
This is part of a long line of twat behaviour.

Don’t blame you I would be the same! Mind you I would have told her she owed me by now 😂🤣

I love these

I probably have a few but I'm reluctant to think too hard on it and get worked up w
about something that happened years ago (could easily happen as I'm hormonal!)

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Should have poured that sauce over her head, game of thrones style.

Early 80s - joined an amdram group for fun and something to do. Got a fairly big part by some miracle. Final performance, brother's then gf came with him. She was an aspiring actor (I wasn't!) and couldn't stand that she wasn't the centre of attention so proceeded to have a full-on panic attack and we had to take her home meaning we missed the party. I could see her smirking as she 'hyperventilated'. She was called 'Keet'. Arse.

I had a bit of a thing with a guy in our wider friendship group once (30 years ago), and he came round one night for a date. I think we cooked something and then played trivial pursuit. If it wasn't Triv it was some other sort of word game. I can't remember the exact details but he asked a question and I answered with what I thought was an obviously ironic wrong answer, jokingly. I wish I could remember the details as this story is rubbish without, but he took me seriously and said 'no, you're wrong'.

I said - yes I was only joking ha ha - and he wouldn't have it! I'm still cross and can't even remember what it was.......😃!

Years ago I went out with friends. One of the women I'd never met before. We were talking about our favourite easy lunches, and I said I loved tomatoes on toast.
"You mean bruschetta?" She said to me.
I said, no. Tomatoes on toast.
"Bless, you, that is bruschetta. But I wouldn't expect you to know that"

It wasn't bruschetta. I know the difference. And her "wouldn't expect you to know that" seemed to relate to me being a young, single mum. Apparently she looked down on anyone and everyone.