Hmm. Recently, I guessed on my expense sheet that it’s 30km each way to airport parking 'cause I kept forgetting to set my odometer and make sure, and I found out later it was more like 23km, but I didn’t bother trying to fix it. And I’m posting this from work… neither of which I regret much…
Oh! When I was 8 or 9, a friend I was playing with showed me this gumball he was keeping in the trunk of a toy car, and I took it when I left, and felt really bad about it ever since. Matt, I owe you a gumball + interest.
Although I’m prone to obsess over every mistake I make, I don’t really feel that dumping her was a “minor wrong”, even though I’m sure she came out of the deal far better than I. But I’ve not seen a “Who do you feel most deserves an apology…” type threads lately.
I also disagreed with DrDeth in a smoking related thread one time, and I’m pretty sure he was right and I was wrong.
I see relatives (great aunts, etc.) I’m not close to (but used to be) in the store all the time and keep walking. I know they don’t recognize me, and that’s okay by me.
At my last job, I was getting ready to quit. I had given notice, everyone knew, and I’d even trained my two replacements (they split my 40 hour job into two 20 hour jobs). I waited until my last day, then stopped in on my way out of town to tell them I wasn’t coming in that night. There was someone to cover, and I knew they could come in, but I still feel a little bad about not working through my full two weeks after I gave notice.
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There’s this woman. She and I used to be close-ish friends. She said some not so nice things, so we lost that closeness, but were still friendly. Then I went back to work (she’s a SAHM). I dropped out of our bookclub (that I had started) about this time. We lost touch.
She has since grown her hair out. This is the thing: I remember her with short hair. So, I don’t recognize her with long hair. This has happened twice–and I’ve remembered too slowly. So, I seem rude because I’m not saying hello to her (the thought that she is not saying hello to me has crossed my mind). This is silly and stupid. The last time was at Parent Night at the HS. I didn’t realize her daughter was that old already. But now I feel like she thinks that I am cutting her and I’m not.
See how stupid and minor it is? so, yeah-that bothers me.
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This happened to me! I was sort of seeing this girl a while ago and then she seemed to lose interest or something so we just gradually fell out of contact. Then at a party somebody told me she had just left and I was surprised that I had not seen her and a bit offended that she had obviously taken extreme care to avoid me as the apartment wasn’t that big…
A while later somebody sends me a link to pictures of the party so I’m searching the background of each to see if I can catch a glimpse of her, but there is no sign. Until I realise she’s the girl in the red shirt in the foreground of almost every photo :eek: I could have been talking to her for all I can remember and if so, I’m pretty sure she’d be able to tell the difference between me acting aloof and actually not having a breeze who she was.
And after she was gone I ended up with her room mate.
And it’s a bummer cos I like those parties but I reckon I’d be too shy to go again anytime soon…
One time I had stopped in at the local watering hole. I did not have much money, maybe enough for a drink or two. I saw a girl I was fairly friendly with and sat next to her hoping she would buy me a drink our two.
She was really drunk and carrying on with a bunch of people. After a half hour or so the money she had laying on the bar was slowly making its way closer and closer to me so I acted like a $20 of it was mine the next time I ordered a drink. I pushed what remained of her money towards her so it was seperate and made it look like I was helping her keep track of her money rather than stealing some of it. She was so drunk she never noticed.
I kept the change and placed it to my right and had several more drinks with her money. I had more money when I left than I had when I walked in.
two weeks ago, I got a set of baskets that nested within one another–each had their own separate price tag: 2@$4.99, 1@$5.99 and 1@$6.99. The cashier didn’t notice any except the bottom one, so I got all four for $6.99.
I don’t feel that bad about it, actually.
I’d just bought my first new car out of college and was terribly proud of it. Anyway, two weeks after I got it, I was walking out of a store and a group of boy scouts asked if I’d like to donate money for a car wash. I said, “The only person that I let wash my car is me.”
That was certainly jerkish of me. I felt bad about it afterwards especially when I considered the rattle traps I’d driven before this one.
Somebody who used to really really wind me up kept a bottle of orange cordial on their desk. I was working very late (mainly due to something this person had done) and the cordial was slightly increased in volume by the next morning. No, I didn’t pee in it.
At university I got some friends to get rid of a short term ex-gf by telling her I had died. She believed them apparently (Meeting her at a co-friends wedding years later was quite awkward).
To the guys who got arrested breaking into the nuc bunker back when we were lads - I’m sorry I didn’t stay to get caught with you, but it didn’t materially affect your position.
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Somebody who used to really really wind me up kept a bottle of orange cordial on their desk. I was working very late (mainly due to something this person had done) and the cordial was slightly increased in volume by the next morning. No, I didn’t pee in it.
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One time I was in a crowded cafeteria and in a hurry to get out. I was squeezing through this one crowd of people and a table where two women and a baby were sitting. The baby was in a roller carriage, and my foot kicked a wheel so hard, the entire carriage spun around.
I said “Sorry!” The women didn’t move or say anything and gave me looks of pure hatred.
College days, mid 80’s in Mobile, Alabama. I backed into what must’ve been an early 70’s Toyota Land Cruiser. It was beaten and battered. I had a C-beam front bumper covered in rust and I bent the bumper a bit.
More than 20 years later and I still feel a bit guilty about it.
I justified it then by saying it was so beaten up that it was already probably bent - and maybe it was - but I still feel bad.
I was late to class today, so I tennis-parked* my [strike]Aegis cruiser[/strike] Cadillac Brougham in such a way that the poor owner of the Toyota in the next space would have to use ninja skills to get into his/her car. I felt kind of bad about it when the Toyota was gone before I made it back to my car.
Meaning that I followed the “if it’s on the line, it’s in” rule.
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…took a swig of your mouthwash and spit it back in the bottle…stole half the balls from your pool table…stole all the remotes from your house…tried to steal a menorah…punched you in the face at a lesbian bar…systematically stole items from your apartment…left you ransom notes…
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Note to self: Do not piss of lobstermobster. Do not look directly at lobstermobster. Stay away from lobstermobster.
I had a temp assignment at a convention center with a ridiculously overpriced food court. When I thought I saw my sandwich ring up as $5.75 instead of $6.75, I deliberately did not check my receipt until I found a seat and finished my sandwich. Hey, I already paid $2.75 for a soda. I know, I’m horrible.
Matt, I owe you a gumball + interest.
