“Intended To Send To My Daughter”: 30 Embarrassing Things People Did That They Can Laugh At Now
Nobody is exempt from making mistakes. Well, maybe a scarecrow—it's hard to mess up when your only job is standing still. But not the rest of us! So when Reddit user Moegreeb asked everyone on the platform to describe their favorite "oops" moments, people quickly flooded them with memorable stories.
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When I was a server, I once asked a woman when she was due
She wasn't pregnant
That was the last time I'll ever assume that.
I prepaid for gas and never pumped it. I just paid, walked out the door and got in my car and drove off.
I was actually a recipient of someone who did this when I was broke and it made my day.
Such discussions might seem inconsequential at first, but amusement aside, they also help us normalize setbacks—something many people really struggle with.
"Fear of failure stems from the fear of experiencing shame. Shame is the most terrible feeling, and we all try to avoid it," psychoanalyst and AEDP psychotherapist Hilary Jacobs Hendel told Bored Panda.
It is common for people to experience fear of failure occasionally, especially when we believe there is a lot to lose if we do not succeed. However, if left unchecked, it might affect our ability to function and hinder our personal growth.
I was a brand new, right out of college Computer Programmer (back before we had Software Developers). We worked on minicomputers at the time and I had a long process that I needed to run which tied up my terminal. I went into the storage closet and dragged out another terminal so that I could do stuff while the process ran (an old version of multi-taking. You kids have no idea how easy you have it nowadays).
Well, because the new kid had two terminals, none of the other programmers wanted to look less productive, so everyone else did that. Then a week or so later the president of the company came back to the programmer area so he could mess around with some new hardware that came in. He looked around and said "Looks like everybody has two terminals now!"
Being a smart-a*s, I quicky quipped "Well, we all have two hands!" Which was met with silence. Huh, usually my quips get at least a chuckle.
It was then that I remembered that the president of the company did not, in fact, have two hands. He had a birth defect and one did not develop properly.
Wouldn’t say it’s my “favorite” but it’s one that haunts me the most. When I was in college I went to a computer in the school library. They were on these big circular desks with computers all around.
It was morning so I was kind of tired, some people were on the computers working already. And me being kind of tired still, I sat there got on a computer and then I stretched my arms and then stretched my legs out, and unfortunately the power strip for the computers was near me on my side and my foot his the button on the power strip and turned off all the computers on that desk
I don’t remember what she looked like but I still remember the kind of look of quiet anger and frustration of this girl that was working on a paper, just suddenly lose all of her work. She just quietly got up and walked away.
I would’ve felt better if she just stood up and punched me in the face.
For example, a Workhuman survey of 1,000 full time employees discovered that 61% of U.S. workers say they're productive at work, but it comes at a cost. 80% report they have "productivity anxiety" and over one-third have it multiple times a week.
Productivity anxiety is higher among Gen Z with 30% battling it every day and 58% having it numerous times a week. Meeting deadlines is the leading indicator of having "a good day" (68%), and making mistakes tops the list as a sign of a "bad day" at work (49%).
That moment when the knife slips, and you don't feel anything yet, but you look down at your hand and realize what you've done...
I once sliced off the tip of my thumb, but still attached. Went to emergency to see if they could patch me up, and they asked how old I was. When I said my age, they said they would have reattached it in surgery if I had been younger and still needed it. I didn't know I'm past the age of needing a thumb
Got a basketball stuck high up in a tree one time, I thought it would be a good idea to throw a rock at it to dislodge it. My dad’s car was under the tree and the rock went right through the windshield on the way down.
"We fear failure because we fear hating ourselves," licensed mental health counselor/psychotherapist Leon Garber also told Bored Panda.
"Self-hatred is a barrier to using failure to learn," Garber, who runs the blog Leon's Existential Cafe, added. "Whether to learn to be better or learn how to better understand our place in the world. Failure can teach us about ourselves as well as what we've done wrong; through it, we may realize that we aren't special but, therefore, also human."
I got a text from one of my higher ups in the military about needing to change barracks rooms and he had a b****y tone, so I immediately screenshotted it and sent it to my GF with the caption "look at this b***h" but as soon as I hit "send" I saw I sent it back to him instead. The following days were not fun for me.
I’m sorry that this made me laugh. I once did something similar about my boss in my office. I feel OPs pain!
Recommended a buddy of mine to work with me. Gave him extremely high praises because he truly does deserve it..
He failed the d**g test..
Last time I ever recommend anyone for a job.
Imagining this as failing the drag test. Your buddy was not fabulous enough.
I used to work the receiving dock and knew all the truck drivers. One was Bob, 6'6" and built like a NFL player.
I transferred to the second plant about 4 miles down the road, and it was mostly new hires who didn't know me or that I use to work receiving. One day Bob shows up because his load needed to be dropped at the 2nd plant. It was just about lunch time so he said he would wait.
A bunch of us and Bob went to the bathroom to wash up for lunch. Bob sighed, and I said "Cheer up it could be worse."
"It already is. My wife thinks she is pregnant."
Without hesitation I replied, "So, is it yours?"
Everyone in the room had OO eyes and they were all thinking this guy has done f****d up and is about to be beaten to death.
Bob just looked at me and said, "Yeah, that was the first thing I asked her.".
It was my first day as a help desk technician. I had been asked to change printer toner on the main printer in the company office.
I pulled the black toner out, and I dropped it. The thing exploded like it was a new years' fireworks show. All over me, all over the floor, all over the printer....even 10 years later, I still think they're digging toner out of the cubicle.
I looked like one of those cartoon images where Elmer Fudd was given a bomb just before it exploded and then it blew up.
Fortunately my boss was my friend, and he laughed his a*s off. Photos, email distribution, the works.
I made my best effort to clean it up until the facilities guy shoved me aside and said "Let me do it." with his nuclear powered backpack vacuum.
I'm just glad it wasn't the yellow I dropped. I didn't want to look like I peed my pants all day.
Printer toner is so fine, gets everywhere, yeah dropping it is so bad.
When I accidentally sent a spicy text meant for my partner to my family group chat. The sheer panic that set in as I realized what I’d done was unreal.
When I was 17 I sent my then bf a text going into detail about my upcoming bubble bath and why i wished he was there to join me in getting clean, along with a picture. Not a full nude, more a teaser of things to come. As soon as I hit send I realised I'd sent it to his, very happily married, dad. It was never mention again. However there were a few awkward looks from both parents the next time I went round. Ps Age of consent here is 16 so there was nothing illegal in regards to my messages or teenage desires. Just the mortification of the wrong person hearing about it.
Somehow when I was in high school (late 90s), everyone who still lived at home at the time had waterbeds, which made moving into a new house a bit of a pain in the a*s. I remember getting all of the beds set up and having the garden hose in the last one to fill it up. While this is happening, the van with the rest of the house in it arrived and everyone goes to start unloading.
No one is watching this last waterbed fill.
Several hours later over pizza, my sister comes into the kitchen and says that the carpet in the hallway is wet. And we all had a collective "Really f****d up" moment.
The bed had overfilled to the point that the fill nozzle was like three feet over the sides of the frame, the mattress was horribly stretched, the hose had detached and was just dumping onto the floor. It took several hours to shopvac the water out of the carpet, but we were able to deflate and salvage the mattress at least.
I hate waterbeds so much. They were a 70s fad that should have stayed in the 70s.
The joiner at my work place taking off the shield guard on the saw so he could drag the thing he was working on through… along with 3 knuckles and a chunk of the back of his hand.
Last I heard he had to have multiple amputations.
I was working nearby when it happened and all I could hear was “Oh god oh f**k oh no oh that’s bad oh f**k oh god” etc etc.
A colleague at work wanted to try out some software that didn’t have a trial, so I downloaded a torrent version.
He installed it and about half hour later he came to me and said his computer was acting funny. I went and had a look and I could see each file one by one being encrypted by ransomware.
This was just the beginning.
His computer was hooked up to the company’s Google Drive, so all of his infected files were synced to the cloud. From there, it was then synced to every machine in the office. One by one, everyone’s files were being encrypted right in front of them.
At this point I started panicking and called my senior dev who rushed in from his day off.
Then, the ultimate happened. Our company’s files were all backed up on a local NAS drive, so of course, the infected files were synced to that, and just as before, one by one, the NAS files were being nuked.
In the space of an hour, I had single-handedly wiped out thousands of hours worth of client work.
Best part, because it was a new type of virus. There was no fix for it, no decryption utility.
The files were gone. We removed everyone’s hard drives and put them in “cold storage” and we pretty much started from scratch.
Lesson to be learned, never back up your redundancies on-site, never download illegal torrents on company computers.
Somehow, I was not fired, but I fully expected to be.
I was fresh out of undergrad and working at a small university. One of my coworkers came out crying so I asked her what was wrong. She said she just got a phone call that her sister lost her leg. I didn't mean to say it, but my brain decided for me, and I replied to her "Oh, well I hope she finds it!".... Her sister's leg was run over and cut off by a trolley. They did not need help locating it.
She did take the joke like a champ though and even thanked me later for "adding some light hearted humor, and making her laugh". Like her sister's leg, I left the part where I didn't mean to say it cut off.
So when I was in school, gay was a very popular word to describe things. Most people here will know what I mean when I say it was never said with the intent of 'oh that is homosexual' more of a 'oh thats annoying' thing (not that it makes the use of the word any better, but the intent when I say it is important here).
Me and one friend thought we were peak hilarious when we swapped out gay for lesbian when we'd speak like that, peak 13/14 year old humour.
Anyway one day I was in an argument with my older sister, we'd both used the word gay in the way I described growing up so in the heat of the moment I went to say 'oh shut up, gay' jokingly and instead said 'oh shut up, lesbian' With a bit more venom in the word than I anticipated.
My sister was in a relationship with another woman at the time, absolute instant regret and horror when I said it, shock on her face too, instantly ends the conversation. It's one of those things that just creeps back into your head every couple months. I eventually brought it up a year or two back and she says she has no memory of it and its hilarious. That s**t stewed in my mind for years and she didn't care, the bastard.
She probably cared, but had the grace to forgive you for what she knew was a mistake.
When I was in college and my dad lived in DC, he bought me a plane ticket to go visit him. I went to Texas A&M so the closest major city was Houston, and I’d never flown out of there before. So I arrive at the airport about an hour and a half before my flight, and I can’t find the check in for Southwest Airlines. So I asked an airport employee and he gave me this look like “dude please tell me you’re not being serious right now.” I was at IAH and Southwest only flies out of Hobby, which is all the way on the other side of Houston, and it was rush hour. I did not make the flight.
I live in Houston and I know at least two separate incidents of friends doing the same thing even though they've actually lived here for a long time. Always double check in a city with multiple airports!
I had just started a new job as a registered sales assistant at a major firm. All fresh and excited with my new Series 7 I was ready to do trades.
My supervisor handed me a client’s statement and told me to liquidate the holdings…not noticing some of the holdings were highlighted I proceeded to liquidate the entire account instead of about 25% of it. Worst part I didn’t realize it until she came over (she could see the trades in real time as I was selling) and asked me WHAT WAS I DOING?!
I got red, heated and ran to compliance to get it fixed. Our compliance officer told me to dry my tears, take a walk and have a coke - he called it my rite of passage. Never had another trading error.
I thought it was a fart and s**t myself legit like two days ago.
I just started a new cheffing job at my dream restaurant.
I had been there for a couple weeks, and prepping in the back kitchen, when I went to put a cutting board back on the rack.
I didn’t realize it was falling to the side, and it was too late when hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars of restaurant white dishware fell, shattering to the ground. plates, bowls, ramekins, trays, you name it.
still can’t believe they kept me.
When I was around 8 years old I answered the phone to hear a family friend on the other end. She has a lot of kids and they’d make a ruckus during church (we were Mormons at the time) so I shouted to my mom, “Mom! The lady from church who cannot watch her kids is on the phone!!” My a*s got whooped and I had to say sorry to her that very next Sunday. But I still don’t feel bad about it cuz that’s how everyone described her behind her back🤷🏻♂️.
Intended to send my daughter, who was home alone, a pic of my credit card so she could doordash food. Sent it to the mom group chat of my son's football team by mistake.
Eh, that's not so embarrassing. Good reason to change your card number though.
I came home to my parents house pretty drunk, they were asleep. I proceeded to slip on the stairs going down to my bedroom and in falling down ripped the entire 10 foot bannister off the wall.
Somehow, they did not wake up.
Told them the next day I just slipped and fell and it was an accidnet and they believed me. Helped my Dad put it back up the next day. Years later, I'm pretty sure he knew, but he's never asked about it.
My brother tells a tale of woe about the day his college gf was obviously just itching for a fight.
They were hanging out when she complained about the weight she'd gained. He said he hadn't noticed. She called him a liar. He maintained that he hadn't noticed. Finally she said "DUDE! I'm exactly FIVE FEET TALL and I've gone from 100lbs to 110! That's like 20lbs on a regular size person. How could you not notice? Either you're lying or you don't notice me AT ALL! So which is it?!"
So bro finally, and reluctantly, said "I guess I can see it A LITTLE, but you look gr-"
She immediately interrupted with "oh my god, I can't believe you just called me fat!"
This led to the biggest fight they'd ever had until their eventual break up a full two years later.
Girlfriend put him through the Kobayashi Maru test, no way he was going to get out of this one successfuly.
I had just turned 18 and went to get my first tattoo. My mom hates tattoos, so I made sure to get it in a place she was unlikely to see, on my hip. Well, we both smoked cigarettes at the time, and she had run out. So when I got home, she rummaged through my purse to find some cigarettes, and she found the damn receipt for the tattoo. I hadn’t even been home for 15 minutes.
This is pushing 25 years ago but I can't unsee it. My best friend at the time, a bunch of us are walking home, hammered out of our tree and goes to do the dukes of hazard slide (that's how old we are) across a parked car. Stupid yes. Immature yes. Drunk, good lord yes. He slides, but it's so dry he stops and spins on the hood so that he's looking directly into the windshield. Directly at the driver who is getting head at the time. I've never seen bigger deer in headlights eyes from two people at the same time in my life.
A few years ago, I was working at an HMV online warehouse back when CDs and DVDs were still a thing. We had this persistent issue that had been dragging on for months. At one point, some big bosses came for a visit, including the CEO of the entire company. During the visit, one of the floor staff decided to ask the CEO about the issue in front of the entire workforce. He played along and said he’d "look into it," which we all knew was unlikely since it was so far below his pay grade.
Fast forward a few weeks, and I was sending yet another email about the same issue. Half-jokingly, I added, "as [CEO’s name] said he would look into it". The problem? I wasn’t 100% sure how to spell his name. So, I started typing it into the CC field to let it auto-populate, thinking I’d delete it after.
Except I didn’t.
I hit send.
So now the CEO had an email from some nobody 75 levels below him, looking like I was whining and holding him personally accountable for an issue he definitely didn’t need to deal with. I imagine he opened that email like, “Who the hell is this guy?”
Thankfully, my manager was an absolute legend. After laughing his head off at my expense, he smoothed things over by sending an apology email on my behalf.
I'm getting a hot neck just thinking about it.
You shouldn't feel bad about this. I bet it had an easy fix that nobody in a position to change things could be bothered to change - happens all the time but it only affects the lowest workers so nobody cares. The best bosses I've worked for are the ones who think nothing is below their pay grade and stuff just gets sorted.
I grew up in a religious and extremely strict house. I was not really ever allowed to hang out or sleep over at people's houses. When I was 16, I made a friend at work and was allowed to hang out with her almost daily - despite my mother not liking her.
One day, we started experimenting with me sneaking out to go on adventures with them. They didn't have to sneak out because their parents were awesome. I have two stories from this time period. One night, I snuck out at around 10 pm after my parents had gone to sleep. At around 10:30, I started to get a weird feeling and asked my friend to drive me home. As I was walking around the back of my house (our normal entrance) I heard the door 'click' locked. My father had woken up and doublechecked the locks for no reason- locking me out. I stood there for a minute panicking before accepting my fate. I knocked on the door, he looked at me and said "where the f**k were you?" to which I replied: "I was looking at the stars from the front porch and I fell asleep". He bought that one.
A few weeks later, I snuck out again. It was winter and we were pulling people behind my friend's car at the quarry in town. It was one of our favorite activities - and everyone had a lot of fun, no real injuries. It was 1am when her '94 Geo Prizm got stuck on some ice and none of us could get it moving. We had to call her dad and woke her whole family up. He came and picked us up in silence. Luckily, because he knew my mom was abusive, he dropped me at the top of the street and told me to stop making risky choices while I lived at home.
Anyway, 16 was a good year.
I was starting a new job, and my manager was taking me around to meet all the people in the office.
He took me into meet the big boss, the guy in charge, the Captain.
He said, "And this is Jaen-Luc Picard", and I laughed! He was the Captain!
The Captain didn't laugh.
He was an actual Frenchman, and his name was Jean-Luc Bicard.
He was sick of the comparisons, and struggled with it regularly. Apparently he had hotel reservations canceled on him because people thought it was a joke. He was very cold to me from then on.
We were shooting for a small short film in my school a few months back. I was making a small music video alongside it. We finished shooting for both at the same time and I left them there for a few weeks, unedited because I got caught up with exams and was just plain stressed everyday.
Two days before we were supposed to submit the short film and the music video, I sat on them to edit. I edited for about 12-14 hours across a 16 hour window and submitted them both, the short film to the short film competition and the music video to another one.
Except....I didn't.
The music video went to the short film event, the short film went to the music video event. Needless to say, both of them tanked.
Not an “I messed up incident” but I thought it was at the time. 9 November 1965, I’m working lights and sound for a stage rehearsal in the university auditorium. Rehearsal finishes, everyone leaves, I begin shutting down and locking up. Everything put away, I hit the main control panel circuit breaker. All the lights go out. I mean ALL the lights go out, even the ones that should have stayed on. Push circuit breaker. Nothing happens. Repeat a few times. Nothing happens. Exit auditorium; all the lights in the Rec Center are out. Uh-oh. Exit Rec Center; all the lights on the campus are out. Oh, shịt. I consider my options and head to Admin to own up. Someone with a small transistor radio walks by and the announcer is saying how the blackout has reached Pennsylvania and is still spreading. I decide to make myself scarce. It wasn’t until the next day when the details of the Great Northeast Blackout of 1965 started to emerge that I realized it couldn’t have been my fault. Probably.
On some twisted level, it would have been kinda cool if it WERE your fault.
Load More Replies...FÙCKED UP, BP. FÙCKED. Dare to fúcking NAME IT, if you're stealing from them.
I do knife sharpening as one of my hobbies (I occasionally do it for friends, neighbors, relatives). I'm obsessed with getting a razor-sharp edge that can literally split a hair. A couple months ago I had just finished sharpening a knife when I accidentally dropped it. I grabbed the knife as a reflex action and stabbed myself in the leg. I’m still healing.
Not an “I messed up incident” but I thought it was at the time. 9 November 1965, I’m working lights and sound for a stage rehearsal in the university auditorium. Rehearsal finishes, everyone leaves, I begin shutting down and locking up. Everything put away, I hit the main control panel circuit breaker. All the lights go out. I mean ALL the lights go out, even the ones that should have stayed on. Push circuit breaker. Nothing happens. Repeat a few times. Nothing happens. Exit auditorium; all the lights in the Rec Center are out. Uh-oh. Exit Rec Center; all the lights on the campus are out. Oh, shịt. I consider my options and head to Admin to own up. Someone with a small transistor radio walks by and the announcer is saying how the blackout has reached Pennsylvania and is still spreading. I decide to make myself scarce. It wasn’t until the next day when the details of the Great Northeast Blackout of 1965 started to emerge that I realized it couldn’t have been my fault. Probably.
On some twisted level, it would have been kinda cool if it WERE your fault.
Load More Replies...FÙCKED UP, BP. FÙCKED. Dare to fúcking NAME IT, if you're stealing from them.
I do knife sharpening as one of my hobbies (I occasionally do it for friends, neighbors, relatives). I'm obsessed with getting a razor-sharp edge that can literally split a hair. A couple months ago I had just finished sharpening a knife when I accidentally dropped it. I grabbed the knife as a reflex action and stabbed myself in the leg. I’m still healing.