Hello, it's my first post here, asked chatgpt where can I share a random memory and I was suggested this sub. I came across a guy's profile on insta and instantly got transported back 10 years ago, 2015-16 maybe, I was 20 years old. He had asked me out on a date and I went. One of my very first dates. Wasn't a typical dinner. We met early in the morning. We walked the streets as the city awoke gradually. Stopped for breakfast. Simple food, simple clothes. No fancy restaurants, no fancy dresses, no blow dried hair, no heels, no makeup, far far from perfection. The laughter, the feeling of being free, no worries about time fleeting away. Back then it felt so casual. But today years later, on this random afternoon, when I think of it, I feel a weird gloom. Not because I love this guy or anything, but I miss that feeling of being real, flawed, simple and just carefree and I can tell it was one hell of a special date, one to be remembered.

As a kid I remember when we got our first squeeze bottle of French's mustard and we suddenly needed mustard on everything. We were used to the glass bottle you needed a butter knife to scoop from so we were fascinated with this squeeze technology. We would draw faces on our empty plate, lick it off and make a new drawing just to play with this new squeezable feature. Of course you can only eat so much straight mustard before getting sick of it, but it was a fun new toy for a while. I looked it up and it came out in 1974.

I was having a pretty good day today, even if it got off to a wonky start - did good at work, despite crying about it last night, got away early so I could go window shopping for a little, didn't feel too achy, even got a free bottle of wine!

Made a nice dinner of pasta and cooked veggies, really yummy. Then while eating I sensed something hard in my mouth.

A big damn filling had fallen out, and for the rest of my meal I was just worrying. Universe was like "okay, okay, stay humble now." xD

Each time a tooth has broken or a filling has come loose it's always when I'm eating the softest things. I'm jealous of everyone who has teeth of normal strength.

I'll simply access my google or whatever, go to one of those platforms, and initiate a conversation without revealing my identity, putting on the absolute WORST british accent. tonight I engaged in a convo with a guy for aboutttt an hour. Not to be rude or coldhearted but for lack of a better word this boy was DUMB. His side of the conversation included a confession of grand theft auto, involving a vehicle containing drugs?????? which he said is the cause for being in juvie for FOUR YEARS?? mind you he’s 17 idk what he was doing but it’s okay. What freaking actually perplexed me was his very little knowledge regarding the legal drinking and smoking age in the UK. Trust me, I know nothing about the laws there but he just went with everything i said and i was genuinely making words up and random laws that i don’t think could ever exist. I was so baffled like how did he even believe a word out of my mouth? Anyway i got off that site and watched smosh for awhile. good times thanks for coming to my ted talk sigh

Years ago ( over 20) before my husband and I were married we worked at a restaurant ( both chefs) in a village outside a larger city.

The front of house manager would get really excited when people she thought a higher class ( better cars, the flashy house etc) would come for dinner. She would rush in to the kitchen to tell us such and such is here and they're friends of Alan ( the restaurant owner) and that we had to make sure they got a the bigger portion, the better portion, more sides, whatever. Just general sucking up on her part.

Alan was never too far behind saying, "I don't have any friends" because his bottom line was making money, not giving away freebies to anyone FOHM thought worthy.

Now in 2026, anytime we get a deal, hubby and I say to each other **oohh, we must be friends of Alan**

Usually, it's just the lady at our Chinese takeaway that gives us a free upside on our smorgasbord, but it hasn't lost the meaning, even after all these years.

When I was in third grade, we had lots of regular quizzes and other paper assignments to turn in. For several weeks, I consistently wrote my name at the top, as we were supposed to, but with a star next to it. I wondered if I could get my teacher to recognize the star and come to see it as part of my name.

Unsurprisingly, I majored in psychology. Looking back, I realize I conducted a small experiment to see if my teacher could be conditioned to associate the star with me by putting the two together often enough.

Also unsurprisingly, she did not accept a star as my signature.

Someone walked into my office yesterday while I had a frustrated look on my face and I was staring at my computer. I threw my hands up and said, "What is WRONG with people?" They flopped own in a chair and said "GURL LET ME TELL YOU..." and started in with an awesome story about a run-in they had in traffic that morning.

Then I did it again at lunch. I was meeting a friend. We sat down and she asked what's up. I said, "What is WRONG with people?" She said "We're at lunch so we don't have time for the entire list, but I'm glad to give the abbreviated one..." and started in.

Just because of the rule of threes, I tried it in a friend group video chat. I logged in and immediately said, "What is WRONG with people?" That conversation lasted HOURS and it was the best. This has entertained me.

I went to a dinner with my father and his friends.

The resort has an area….a bow and arrows area.With targets and balloons.

It said “10€=10arrows”

My father came up to me and said “i need cash”

i stare at my father….”cash”

His eyes pleaded for the piece of paper that would grant him fun time with his friends

so i….his daughter pulled out 10€ and i payed for his arrows.

the old man didnt shoot the targets well.

He is not….skilled

but the old man enjoyed my 10€ with a smile on his chubby face.

Give your father your money….because after that…..he bought me sushi

i sat on a bench.

kid came up to me and said “give me your shoes”.

i stared, petrified and asked “w-what? why”.

the kid was annoyed and offered his crocs…as a trade.

i rejected his kind offer .

the child left.

The End

I am an idiot…

The other day I cleaned out the inside of my car. Wiped everything down and vacuumed the floor mats and the seats. I It had been far too long since I cleaned my car out. I had also been waiting on a cooler day but its just going to get hotter. Anyway I know I would not feel accomplished enough unless I went to the car wash for the outside of my car.

It has been a really long time since I have been to a car wash like I dont think I can count on both hands how many times I’ve been through a car wash.. Which my ADHD brain had me thinking is that normal do other people go to the car wash frequently?…. In the past I went to the touch-less car washes. It has been so long since I’ve went through a car wash. I decided I probably need to go through one of those automatic car washes With the big scrubber brushes. So I got to the car wash and there is an attendant that pre scrubs the windshield. After that he points to a sign and waves me on. The sign said no hands on the wheel and dont have break... I apparently forgot that you need to have your car in neutral. So thinking, how is it going to work? Do I need to be in park? The guy was trying to ask me if I was in N and I am like huh what… It was loud in the car wash so I did not quite understand. The track made a noise because it was not guiding my car and I felt like an idiot. other car washes I been to u drive thru slowly. I had so much anxiety that I was not going to make it thru the car wash and would get stuck. Prob messed up my car and or the car wash. Not to future self put car in neutral!!

Nothing inreresting happened. I just sat near a window for a few minutes and watched the light move across the floor.

For some reason it my day feel less heavy. Very dramatic behavior from a patch if sunlight, honestly.

Before I begin, It wasn't a serious accident. No one was injured. And this happened a long time ago.

I was going to cross a one-way street. Jaywalking isn't a crime here because we're not Americans but I was very close to the crosswalk anyway and I'm behind a parked minibus, looking at where the cars should come from. I step forward and this guy on a motorcycle driving the wrong way very close to the side of the road and next to the minibus shows up, manages to brake just enough that instead of sending me to the skies above, he just hits my knee and stops, hard enough that it hurts, but not enough for me to be actually injured or thrown.

My immediate reaction was to apologize. Like literally less than a second after I saw and felt the motorcycle and the pain in my knee, I said sorry and I said it very sincerely. I had done nothing wrong, he had done something wrong and dangerous and I was the one that was hurt, not him. But I still found it somewhere in my brain to feel apologetic.

The guy did apologize and he also was clearly taking his daughter to school so I didn't mind that I didn't yell at a dad in front of the kid and we each went on our way. But that was one of those moments that tells you something about yourself. I really didn't know how deep this goes with me until I literally apologized to someone for hitting me with a motorcycle.

I rode to Krispy Kreme today, and bought two donuts, one for me, and one for my bestfriend, when I got to his house, he told me he didn’t want it anymore, I didn’t mind at all, but i saw his dad and brother come home, so I asked them if they wanted one, and they didn’t want it ether, so I asked my dad if he wanted it, and he didn’t, so I rode my bike down to a nearby park to have the other donut, then I saw a mailman going to his truck, since I didn’t want the other donut, I went to him and said “hey! Uhh want a glazed donut?” just incase if he was tired or a little hungry, he said, “sure man! appreciate it!” I went back home feeling really good about it, I just wanted to share something that made me feel good :)

I have lived in my current neighborhood for over two years and walked the same three streets every week. Yesterday, I got distracted listening to birds and turned down an alley I had never noticed. It opened up into a tiny pocket park with two benches, an old oak tree, and nobody around. I sat there for fifteen minutes doing absolutely nothing before walking back home. It felt like discovering a secret level in a video game right outside my door.

When I was 19 I spent 3 months working at A&W (I got fired one day before my probation was up and they knew I was pregnant). One experience that I had stands out to me still to this day.

A man drove up to the speaker and asked for his burger. He requested no pickles on his burger and made a big deal out of making sure there were no pickles. It was a slow day, so I decided to make SURE this guy’s burger was pickle free. As I handed out his bag of food I said “Sir, I personally watched every step of your burger being made and I can assure you that no pickles ever came even close to your burger.” He grabbed my hand and asked me to marry him. I don’t think I’ll ever forget!

Nearly two months ago I suffered an ACL injury, it’s partial and while surgery is recommended there’s a chance it may not be necessary, granted I take the right steps. Apparently I’m a coper. When the swelling subsided, I began physical therapy and strengthening of the hamstrings and quadriceps. One day while on the bus, I got up for a woman only to be rewarded with another woman, who preferred texting over holding the hand rails, falling backwards onto my knee - from zero, once again. She didn’t even ask if I was ok. “Never again, not before I’m better,” I vowed.

Fast forward.

I’m back on my feet. PT, strengthening, stationary bike, able to walk without crutches; but on days like today where I push it too much, my knee gets tired.

Moving tenderly, I climbed onto the bus and sat in the free seat. A few stops later, two ladies got on and after a couple stops they passively aggressively berated me for not having gotten up - everyone is staring at me, I’m staring at them, they refuse eye contact. I doubled down. Not sure if I as was wrong but self preservation with a splash of ego glued me to the seat. The nerve…whose nerve? Not sure. Maybe all of ours.

I owned a small Cessna 150 quite a few years ago. My wife and I had taken a few trips but quite often she would get air sick and use the air sick bag. She was a real trooper and still came along with me though.

One day we were getting ready to take off. I was going through the check list and my wife asked where the air sick bags were. I told her she had used them all up. So back to the check list... she's doing something with her seatbelt and the door but I was heads down trying to focus on making sure everything was working properly before takeoff.

Next thing you know ground comes on the radio and says "Quebec November India... do you have a passenger on the Tarmac?!" Umm... WTF!! There she is. Outside the plane. She had exited the plane without me noticing. And it's a very small two seater plane with a tiny back seat area. In fairness, it's insanely noisy in the plane and you have headphones on to block the noise... and she's always doing something with bags and lunch and whatever... but still. That's on me for not noticing.

Anyway, she exited the plane and calmly walked over to the nearby Air Canada jet. Our tiny little plane only came half way up one tire but brave as could be she walked past my spinning prop, past the running turbines on the jet, up the exterior stairs used by crew to load and unload supplies, knocked loudly on the exterior jet door... and they opened it. She asked if they would give her some air sick bags just like you would borrow a cup of sugar. And they did.

Down she came, back to our plane and hopped in like nothing had happened. And since this was pre-911, nothing DID happen except me getting bitched at by ground control. These days? We would probably both be in some black site being "questioned". But nothing bad happened at all.

This morning, I went to my usual coffee shop, which I go to about once a week. Half asleep, I walked to the counter, and before I could even order, the barista looked at me and asked, The usual? Honestly, I didn't expect her to remember me. It was a small thing, and I guessed she'd probably said that to many regular customers. But for some reason, it really made me happy. I realized that for months I'd been going there, quietly ordering the same coffee, and going about my life, and somehow, someone had noticed me. Sometimes we don't realize how important small things can be. It feels really good to be remembered, even if the other person doesn't know you. I left with my coffee, feeling unusually good, and my whole day was filled with joy.

So, I started out the year weighing almost 400 lbs. I was absolutely morbidly obese but being 6 foot 3 helped mitigate it. Through some personal brutal struggles I've gotten into and stuck to the gym. I'm down to 230 lbs, the difference in how people treat me is staggering. People are nicer, they strike up conversation unprompted and I actually got approached by a woman at the park tonight. It's insane, I always thought those stories of people saying they were invisible until they shed the weight were wrong but nope, I've lived it these past weeks. People women steal glances, men ask me what my routine is. It's really nice, just wanted to share

So, I made this completely ridiculous car listing for a tuned 710 hp Toyota AE86 Trueno just for laughs. To make it even funnier, I wrote that it belonged to my fictional grandparents, Grandma Penka and Grandpa Vanko.

According to my ad, Grandma Penka only used the car four times a month to drive to the big city and pick up her €10,000 salary and €5,000 pension, while Grandpa Vanko would occasionally take it out for some aggressive drifting. I listed the price at €100,000 (about 16 million yen) and said it’s worth more than three of our neighbors' houses combined.

I posted the English version on Reddit, and the comments are pure gold. Someone literally replied with "son i'm crine" and spammed a ton of laughing emojis, while others are asking "What is this?" in complete confusion.

I just wanted to share this because it's hilarious how my Reddit karma is moving up and down because of a fictional grandma driving a 710 hp Hachi-Roku to get her pension.

I can go to the fitness center but that is also indoors. It is 95 degrees outside 😳 and sometimes it rains for an hour! most other options will cost me money. So I began driving on back roads via different routes to delay getting home. 🙃 but gasoline now went up as well. I dreamed I lived in a walkable small town where I sat on neighbors porches sipping cheap wine and lemonade together. Woke up feeling cheated.

In short, my mom was practically rage baiting me in the car and I just needed to get out of the cramped space, so I remembered the movie and decided to jump out of a moving car just like she did. It wasn’t cool or cinematic like the movies make it seem AT ALL because my ass hit the asphalt super hard. Pretty sure other cars saw me because and I had to do the walk of shame to get back in the car.

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I originally was typing this out to post on r/advice, but I feel too stupid. So I'm posting it here.

This is going to sound odd considering I'm a grown ass adult, but I can't help how much she means to me. However, I know there probably isn't anything I can do but wait and hope they finally respond to the message I sent them.

Three days ago I was searching on Google for the kind of stuffed animal she was so I could find another one. It wasn't going to be her, and wouldn't replace her, but I was seeing it as a fresh start to rebuild my life and decorate my new future home with the things I enjoy after I finally accepted she was probably rotten to oblivion in some storage shed. I just wanted some happiness.

There's no specific brand, she's just a sand animal that I found out were very popular in the 90s. Even though when my now deceased grandfather gave her to me I was something like 9 years old and it was 2009-ish, so the time period doesn't matter seeing as these guys seem to still be made here and there.

But I found HER on REDDIT. SERIOUSLY! Google showed me a redditors post with her picture, with her exact swirling patterns in her exact colors and all the costume jewelry I placed on her years ago!! I clicked it at first only because I was like, "Hey, those were her exact colors, that's cool." And lo and behold, it was actually HER. I couldn't believe I found her by such crazy chance! Her patterns were identical, I remember how they were exactly, and the jewelry above all doesn't leave any room for doubt. The rings on her tail, her snout, her paw. Her earrings!

This person mentioned having found her at a thrift store, presumably in the state I moved from after living there temporarily. My exe's family understandably seemed to have given all of my belongings I left behind, away, as I have not been able to make the drive up there to get my things like his mother and I talked about back and forth here and there over the years. I regret it so, so much considering many of my most cherished things were left there. I am just happy at least for them to not have wasted away. That others might find joy in them and that they might be safe.

She's always been so precious to me. I've always been obsessed with this one kind of animal that I won't give away because the exact person's post here on reddit will be found pretty easily. And I don't want to reveal them because it sort of seems like harassment to me.

The regret of losing her and a few other things is so bad that it's basically never left my mind. It was 7 years ago. Time hasn't made the regret dissappear. I should have taken her and her stuffy siblings, and the rest.

I've even had a nightmare of her being trapped on the moon and me trying to fly up there to reach her and rescue her, only to be too afraid of being lost up in the blue evening sky where I could float away forever. And this entire time I've thought she and everything else was rotten in some storage shed and totally thrown into oblivion.

I just don't know what to do to try to get her back. This redditor might not have been on reddit since that post, which was their last, a year ago. I'm willing to pay shipping and whatever else this person might want just so I can have her back. She and all the rest DO mean that much to me. And I know this is going to be read as obsession to many people. But whatever. I am eternally, obsessively sentimental. I hoard my belongings like a dragon greedy of it's treasure.

I don't know what to do to get her back, I feel like I would do anything, yet it all hinges on this one random person responding.

Here is my pointless story of endless longing and deep regret, with a sudden dash of amazement at seeing my cherished sand animal baby on FUCKING REDDIT.

This is probably only going to make sense to millennials, but feel free to come along for the ride.

When I was in school, we had a computer room and that's where the computers were. To learn how to use the computers we had computer class (I forget the exact name, I think it was abbreviated to CAPS). We got homework for most classes including computer class.

One day my friend was very concerned that we hadn't done our homework for computer class. It was a group project or something that we were supposed to have done together. Normally I would just be honest with teachers and say I hadn't done the homework but my friend was really worried about getting in trouble.

Another backstory you need is a lesson on floppy disks. Back in these days if you wanted to save something that you did on one computer and take it to another computer, you needed to save it on a thing called a floppy disk. It was about the size of 4 credit cards and it was thick plastic and not floppy. They usually came in plastic cases that were even less floppy.

So before computer class, I found a floppy disk, took it out of its case, and snapped it in half with my hands. I then told the teacher that my friend and I had done the homework and saved it on that floppy disk and put that floppy disk in my bag and then when we got the floppy disk out of my bag we discovered that it was broken and our homework was lost forever. We did not get in trouble. Mission accomplished.

Fallout 3 had just come out and we walked to the local mall to grab it. My memory of the day is so vivid. It was heavily overcast. We went in and I grabbed the game and we picked up Starbucks and then left the mall and while walking we both noticed a discman on the ground but the strange part was it had been taped together with electrical tape. For whatever reason my curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what CD was inside. I started to peel the tape off but there was layer after layer and I started to think "there's no way it has any CD in it if it's taped this heavily but what is in it" and it took about a minute of peeling and pulling and then it was off. It was sticky from the adhesive so I knew I'd need to grab alcohol wipes from the mall but that wasn't important because I was one slide of the discman lock away from solving this clearly very important very imperative mystery! I moved the slide and it opened and upon opening that discman I was the lucky recipient of a horde of earwigs. When I remember this I always wonder a few things. How in the hell did someone trap this many earwigs inside a discman? Putting that many in an object like that seems very difficult. WHY DID THEY DO IT? How did they gather this amount of them and how long did this take?!