One time, I was talking to a friend, and she said, “It’s nice that your mom is so close to your stepmom. Since they spend so much time together, your mom must be more mature about talking to your dad’s new partner.”

I told her that she was actually my stepmom because she’s dating my mom. She was SHOCKED and laughed nervously LMAOOOO 😭 I’m not embarrassed about it, but I guess I should be a little more specific next time.

My friend got some new kitties, and I went to visited.

Since my first exposure of cats was my current cat when I adopted him when he’s 1 year old, I thought all the cats are very gentle like those well trained dogs.

I arrived, the kittens are very nimble, as if everything was on a fast forward mode. They jump fast, loaf fast, airplane ear fast, mischief fast, and calming down and turning cute fast.

As I reach out my hands with the treats my host kindly handed, as he was sniffing my hand, approaching, I turned over to talk to my friend.

Suddenly, I felt a tiny jab, with two little pressure points combine. The jab was sharp, but applied gentle, clueless, ruthless, but not malicious. “Ow” I exhaled, looked over, the tiny kitty snatched the treats from my hand by taking a huge chump on my finger. I tried the glucose device and pricked my finger first time a few days ago, so I knew what breaking skin on finger felt like. Luckily, my skin was completely intact.

I fostered puppy before, and I got bitten by them, because she didn’t understand how sharp their teeth were.

I’ve never interacted with kittens before.

I got nibbled by a cat for the first time in my life.

I'm a new teacher, and I teach 5th grade. This is my first year of teaching.

Anyway, I haven't been doing well lately. I've been struggling a lot mentally.

Today, I walked into my classroom and found a small flower and a letter on my desk, signed by all 22 of my students. They had written two whole pages telling me how much they love me, how happy I make them, and how much they appreciate everything I do for them.

I started reading it and immediately burst into tears. I couldn't stop crying and had to take a little break to compose myself. I'm still crying as I'm writing this.

They are the most amazing, incredible kids, and they have no idea how much I needed this today. They gave me a reason to keep going.

If only they knew...

Forever grateful. ❤️

Even more embarrassing is that it has happened more than once.

*explanation*
I was holding the tube of yogurt with my left hand on the far end, and squeezing the yogurt out into my mouth with the right hand. While doing this, my fingers slid onto a wet spot of the tube and lost friction, causing my hand to rapidly strike my own face.

My power went out this morning and won't get restored until like midnight. So, I walk to the extremely hippie store down the street to buy a candle and I pick one that smells the best.

The owner is really passionate about all the candles, and starts telling me how you’re supposed to gaze into the candle’s flicker and imagine yourself absorbing the magnetic energy of your candle or some shit, and you’ll gain it. She looks down and my candle’s tag says “Money” and definitely feels like she judges me a little. Like I knew you were supposed to pick one for that reason.

The others were like “Love”, “Belonging”, “Health”, “Family”. Anyway, I’m getting enlightened tonight 💰💰🕯️

About twenty minutes ago, I sat at the park and watched two very epic ping pong matches happening simultaneously. One of them finished and they asked if anyone else wanted to play. I raised my hand - I’ve just come from tennis training, so I unsheathed my racket and stood at one end of the ping pong table. They laughed. I didn’t bat an eye. We played. I lost. I want a rematch.

I was sifting through old emails and came across one labeled “stuff” from years ago. I opened it and found some of my very first piano compositions…for the first time in my life, I was an audience member to my music. It gave me goosebumps. It was a resurgence of life. It woke so, so many wonderful memories…so many great and beautiful memories. I’m going to re-develop them, organize a concert and perform them in January. It feels good.

You know that awkward moment when you hold a door open for someone, but they’re just far enough away that they have to start jogging?
Well, I did that today.
The guy was probably 30 feet away when we made eye contact. I was already holding the door, so there was no going back.
He started doing that awkward half-walk, half-run thing while I stood there smiling like an idiot.
When he finally reached the door, he was slightly out of breath.
He said, “Thanks, man.”
I said, “No rush.”
NO RUSH.
After making this poor guy practically sprint across the parking lot.
I think I’m done being polite for the week.

My coworker asked if I ever wear makeup?? Um yes what do you mean? My eyeshadow has glitter in it? I wear eyeliner too??
I found it so funny because she’s seen me without makeup on before.
Like I know I prefer a subtle look, but not so much you have to question whether I put any effort in.
I don’t even go for a non-makeup look.

Maybe because she’s younger than me and she wears more trendy makeup that maybe what I do is too subtle from what she’s used to?
I’ve only really started wearing more makeup in the last two years for work so maybe I was just delusional in thinking I was doing a good job. Lol

I even pointed to my eyes and said “Yeah? I’m wearing eyeshadow right now.” and she just looked and said, “Oh yeah I can see it.”
???
I know she didn’t mean anything bad by it because she’s a really sweet person but it just made me laugh.
I miss my sister telling me I look busted without me having to guess. 😆

Hi, everyone! Welcome to one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened to me in my life. This event dates back a few years, but even though it was so long ago, I remember it like it was yesterday.

When I was about seven years old, my mother was pregnant with my little sister. (I wanted a baby brother, but I still love her, though. Just some relevant info.)

She was planning to go to the hospital soon to stay there for a few days before she gave birth. Before you ask, things with childbirth worked a little differently in my country, and you might be confused as to why. Women had to stay in the hospital about a week before the child was due, just to prevent any accidents.

While that was a safer way to do things, it was still quite stressful for the husband, who was meant to stay at home and could only check up on his wife during the day.

Aside from that quick detour, my mother soon went to the hospital for the next three days. It was just me and my grandmother in the house.

Now, if I haven't mentioned it before, we had a rat issue.

And no, it was not because our house was dirty or anything. It was mainly because of our neighbors, who'd been raising little piglets near our house. Don't ask why she was even allowed to do that, because she was. However, that is a story for another time.

Going back on track, that woman fed the pigs leftover food and everything, which soon attracted giant rats.

Not the cute, innocent-seeming rats you might keep as pets. No. This was far worse.

These were the kinds of rats that chewed through everything, including the wood our house was made of. They ate the straw baskets in which our food rested, and so much more.

They even went to desperate measures, such as eating the bottom of my foot after finding no food.

I believe I've gone into enough detail about these demonic little creatures.

Oh, wait! Perhaps I should mention how weak the traps were against them.

We'd spent hundreds on rat traps and even went to desperate measures, like buying rat poison. Unfortunately, those failed quite badly, because this is what happened to the rats.

We bought a trap that was meant to snap their necks in half once they got caught in it. Of course, we set it up with some greasy cheese for them.

And somehow, the rat managed to get the cheese without even setting off the trap.

We simply woke up and found that the cheese had disappeared.

There was only one good explanation for this.

They had somehow hired Sonic the Hedgehog as their sidekick.

Next was another incident that led to us buying yet another trap that seemed ridiculously smart at the moment.

The rats had done us dirty one more time. My mom had made an entire meal and left it on the stove, perfectly covered, then went outside for maybe twenty minutes.

When she came back in, all the pans were on the floor, the food had been devoured, and the pans had been licked clean.

That day, we simply gave up and ordered food.

The next day, we set out on an adventure to the store and bought an incredibly sticky plate that smelled like peanuts.

The original goal was to get the rat, or rats, stuck and then do what must be done with them.

What happened, however, was far from what we expected.

We went to bed that night feeling smug and satisfied with our plan. We waited for a while, waiting for the impetuous swines to come out.

And they did.

And somehow, they escaped.

See, what happened was that the rats did, in fact, get stuck on the plate. But the most surprising part was how they managed to get out through their hole.

I mean, the rat most definitely escaped with the sticky plate before the whole thing just disappeared.

Like, poof! As though it had never existed in the first place.

And honestly, this story was supposed to be about the first night of my mom's absence, but it turned into a story about the demonic rats instead.

Maybe in the next story, then. If you guys enjoy this one! :)

I was traveling through Czechia and somehow got on the wrong train. I didnt realize anything was wrong until we were already pretty far along and I finally looked at the screen and noticed we were going in completely the wrong direction. I got off at the next stop, and the funny part was that a girl got off right after me for the exact same reason. We started talking while trying to figure out how to get back, ended up taking the next train toward Prague together, and talked pretty much the whole way. So I got on the wrong train and accidentally made a new friend

The cashier handed me my food and said, “Enjoy your meal!”
I confidently replied, “You too!”
We both froze for a second.
She smiled politely. I pretended nothing happened.
Then, for absolutely no reason, I said, “Thanks, you too” AGAIN.
I don’t know what happened to my brain in those five seconds, but apparently I was determined to make sure she enjoyed my meal too.
Anyway, I’m considering moving to another city.

A couple weeks ago i attended office hours for this class am in and i had a lot to catch up on because i kept coming to class late. So the professor stayed with me for like 2+ hours explaining everything that i missed and she stayed explaining to me till like 6:30pm. when i first got to her office hours i started with apologizing about always being and i told her that the reason i keep coming late is because i usually rent an E bike in the morning but that now with the huge amount of new students all the bikes near my place are gone at 8am and then we moved on to her catching me up but also jokingly reprimanding me about being late every 10-15 minutes of duration of our time together, it was funny and i didnt think much of it. Today was my mid term and i open page 6 and the question goes “students face the issue of always being late for class no matter how much they prepare, it’s usually due to unpredictable circumstances, Examples: the buses not following a timely schedule, the walk being too long due to construction around campus, E bikes not being readily available early morning etc. …….. come up with a solution for the students.” I took the exam in a room alone and when i saw that question i thought it was so funny because there’s like no way she came up with that out of nowhere and i just started laughing at it.

Yesterday, I arrived back at my apartment building after work, and I got off the elevator at my floor.

I was walking down the hall, and I noticed that one of my neighbors had put out a new welcome mat. It had a picture of a little weiner dog, with the words "The Grass Is Always Greener Under My Weiner."

"Aww that's cute!" I thought to myself. That apartment belongs to a nice young woman from Pakistan. She introduced herself to me when I moved in. She must have gotten a weiner dog...

Then I noticed that all the other apartment doors had new welcome mats too!! The apartment management must have gone around doling them out while I was at work! The people who own my apartment building are pretty fun, and they're often doing cutesy things like that.

There was a little brown welcome mat in front of my apartment! I was really hoping it would be Weiner-dog themed like the Pakistani girl's mat, but unfortunately it was just blank.

It wasn't until the key to my door wouldn't turn that I realized I had gotten off the elevator on the wrong floor...

The neighbourhood cats like to congregate in my garden. I’ve noticed a lot of them have snake like abilities and are able to squeeze under and into the smallest gaps. They all look pretty well fed and looked after so I have no concerns as to whether they are strays who might need my human input. When I wash the dishes I watch them through the window as if I’m part of a tiny wildlife show that’s made just for me.

This morning a ginger tom cat was eating grass, but not really eating it, just sort of pretending with a little gnaw here and there.

Sometimes if they start fighting I knock loudly on the window to remind them they are behaving inappropriately. I don’t allow bullying in my garden.

I’m the oldest of seven kids and a millennial, but a good chunk of my younger siblings are Gen Z. We are all friends on Instagram. In what is probably classic millennial behavior, I like/comment on anything they post. I don’t care what it is, it’s getting a positive reaction from me.

I’ve played a big part in my younger siblings’ life. This means that half a dozen friends of theirs are also like little siblings to me because I’ve interacted with them so much. For example, I’ve helped my sister’s best friend with getting a job when she needed one, tutored another sister’s friend in math all through high school, etc. Essentially there is this gaggle of Gen Z kids that I am an unofficial older sibling to. Plus my own actual siblings.

What this means is that whenever I post something on Instagram, I get flooded with a gang of Gen Z kids all leaving comments in a uniquely Gen Z style. It startles me, but I love it. Comments on my latest post include “such a diva!!!” “Okay slay, queen” “my icon” “millenial life looks fire 🔥 “ “wheres my invite” and “i eat dirt”

What goes around comes around, I guess. I will continue to leave aggressively positive auntie-style comments on all these kids’ posts, and they keep returning the favor in their own way. It’s a fun cycle

It happened years ago, when I was learning to drive, and whenever I remember I feel bad myself.

For context, in my country drive lesson are often taken in groups, and I think we were three people in the car that night, including the teacher.

So, here's what happened.

We were waiting at a red light behind a van with glass on the back and I noticed the head of a bald man facing us, looking down. It wouldn't have stood out to me were it not for the fact that he was very, very, veeeeeeery still, so I pointed it out to the other women on the car and asked if it looked like a mannequin to them. We all started staring very intensely at that head which looked very realistic but was so still, and he suddenly looked up, saw us staring, and we started laughing at the surprise of realizing it was a real dude all along. He'd been smiling as he looked up, and his smile dropped the second he saw us laugh. He must've though we were making fun of him, or laughing at him, but it was just that he surprised us by suddenly moving.

That smile drop, though... I feel so bad when I remember his expression change, I would apologize and explain what had happened if I'd met him later.

Random dumb story but basically crypto and trading was hyped up at the time and like every minor was getting into trading early by parents making them a minor account or shared account. My parents did not let me make one because they didn't trust the Internet and basically everything so I had to improvise and the only thing I thought of was the Roblox trading market. so i'd buy some limiteds, trade them for profit or just keep flipping them in-between crypto, it made me a few thousand. you earn basically pennies compared to the actual market though.

I'm still alittle envious of those who actually got to trade as a minor though

One time my dad asked my mom to help back his truck up. So she got out and went behind the truck, and you know how a normal person would put their hand up flat meaning stop, or do a 'come here' motion with their hand? Well, instead she moved her hand like a python trying to swallow an egg, just like the puppet show episode of trailer park boys. He said "wtf does that mean??" and my boyfriend had to help instead.

I'm in college right now so I'm away from my parents! I definitely call my mom a lot more than my dad (~7 times vs 2 times). I also call my mom about random stuff and conversation is a lot more easier and longer. I've also always got along with her A TON more than with my dad; in middle and high school and used to fight/argue with my dad a ton but it's gotten a lot better during college. However, every time I call my dad (the two times lol), I always get homesick for him and my family to the point of tears. I love my parents and family a lot but the extreme homesickness only comes when ever I call my dad specifically.

I just called my dad tonight and I'm so heartsick, even though I have 3 midterms to study for next week 🙈

Last night while I was at the gas station a random old man. Walks up to me. Tells me his E-bike tire popped and could use some help bringing it to a shop to get a new tire and that he'd pay me 20$. I felt pity for the oldman. He said he hurt his ankle when his tire popped and he seemed normal at first so I said yes, it's Florida and it's hot as hell. I picked his bike up and threw it in the back of my truck. We get to the tire shop. Its the most ghetto shit I ever seen. Schizophrenic writing on the sign advertising it. He walks in. 2 minutes later. He walks out and says it's too expensive and ask to go to to Walmart for a tire tube. I begrudgingly take him to walmart because I feel pitty for him. But a little annoyed. He literally stays in there for 30 minutes before coming out saying they don't got the tire tube size he needs.

I offer to drop him off home. Then he tells me he dosnt got one. I was thinking oh shit. Then I ask him does he have a girl friend or something . He says yes, so I was a little relieved in my head hoping I could drop him off at his girlfriend's. But then he says the people at the hotel that she stays at won't tell her what room she stays in. I realized this mother fucker was crazy after that. He started talking about how the city stole his million dollar inheritance. And they told him to go rehab but then he started swearing he dosnt doing drugs.

I'm very annoyed with him at this point. So I offer him one last stop because I'm going home after this. So he ask to be dropped by this other bike shop. I pull up to it after a 10 minute drive. The store is closed because it's 10pm at this point. He then Ask for me to drop him off a little down the road so he can sleep in the woods til they open tommorow. I did it. When we stopped I picked his E-Bike up and got it out the truck. I ended up giving him a bottle of water I had in the truck. I did not get 20$

Two days ago, as I was leaving work, I saw an abandoned balloon lying outside near the bus stop. As an environmentally conscious person (who also likes balloons) I saw it for what it was - litter - so I took it with me until I found a suitable trashcan at which point I popped it and threw it away (when I say I like balloons I also mean I like popping balloons lol).

That's maybe a weird little story, but nothing really special. However, this evening, I was having dinner at a relatively affordable (but very tasty!) fast food place (the place itself isn't tasty, the food is. you get it) and as I was leaving this fine establishment, what do I find on the ground? Why, another abandoned balloon! Being a rather consistent person, I also took it and safely disposed of it at a public trashcan.

Two times in three days. Not a lot of times, but it's weird that it happened twice. Is someone leaving them for me? If so, thanks, it's making my days more interesting. If it's not intentional (which is far more plausible), some people really should pay more attention to their balloons, so that they don't end up as litter god knows where. I don't think most people would pick them up, usually. Anyway I hope you got some entertainment out of this. I certainly did.

Okay I am officially the most stupid person on this planet. I keep like 30$ on my account and put the rest of it to a savings account.

I didn’t remember that I had used like 25$ to pay a bill, and today I went to the store to buy milk and some fruits.

They were 10$ and I put my card there and it says declined. I was so confused and I said to the cashier that no i am supposed to have money on my account and he starts saying like “maybe you just didn’t notice” and I was like saying back like nahh i have money on my account, then I panicked, and started to dig cash from my purse and it took a while and the line was growing.

I feel so embarrassed and I will never go to that store again.

Edit: thank you for everyone who commented! Now I dont feel embarrassed anymore😂

Happened a while ago but a story about junk mail brought it to the front of my mind.

Our little doggy decided to escape and did not want to come back. Owners are chasing me and calling urgently? must be a fun game!

Anyway a lady that was walking nearby helped us corner our pup and we were able to get her home with minimal distress.
But mum noticed that the kind stranger was busy stuffing junk mail into letterboxes and scolded her for it. Seems pretty mean to lecture someone who just helped save your beloved companion from getting hit by a car or something

I ordered a pizza, two burgers, and a taco today, but the pizza arrived messed up.

The delivery guy took some pictures and told me he'd get it replaced. I agreed, and he took the pizza with him.

Then I looked at my phone. The order was already marked as delivered.

And suddenly I started thinking... what if he doesn't come back? I had already paid online, I had no pictures of the damaged pizza myself, and I wasn't even sure what I was supposed to do if he never returned.

I decided to wait a little before contacting support.

A few minutes later, he showed up with a brand-new pizza.

Maybe it wasn't a big deal to him, but it genuinely made my day. Sometimes you expect the worst from a situation, only for a stranger to do exactly what they promised.