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.

This reminded me of when I used to work in an off-licence many years ago. A certain customer had been barred from the shop because he kept coming in, buying alcohol then coming back a bit later off his face, and causing trouble. Being abusive to the staff, falling over and knocking displays over,then to top it all,pissing himself in the middle of the shop and just walking off, leaving us to clean up his mess. About a week after he'd been barred,he came staggering in one day and I duly refused to serve him,as instructed. He started effing and blinding at me, demanding to see the manager (who happened to be out the back in the stock room). She heard the commotion and came out into the shop to see what the trouble was. I told her that this customer,who'd been barred, wouldn't accept it. She then proceeded to tell him oh that's OK,you're not barred now, and told me in a stroppy tone of voice to serve him. I thought 'Thanks for telling me and making me look like an idiot'. But then this manager always was a total bitch.

Pyschotic Sally, i’ll call this iteration.