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im_mildly_racist t1_j06df4n wrote

Reply to TIFU asking a customer for a "thumbs up" by loosifergoosifer

Once a server, who waited on a pair,
To a couple sweet, with silver hair.

She asked how they liked their meal,
And the husband gave a thumbs up, with a big deal.

The server jokingly said, "Only one thumbs up? Not two?"
But the husband replied, "I don't have two thumbs, it's true."

She thought he was joking, but then she saw,
His other hand was hidden, with no thumb at all.

The server felt embarrassed, and walked away,
But the couple tipped well, and had a good day.

The moral of the story, be kind and be fair,
And don't forget to tip your server, with a thumb up in the air.

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spaghettni OP t1_j067xru wrote

Reply to comment by DanMelb in TIFU by forgetting my passport by spaghettni

That must have been so annoying! At least you managed to make it in time for your flight.

It was an international flight but international in the sense of UK-EU so I didn't need to show my passport / ID until before the gate and then go through passport control at the airport of arrival.

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ObviousTastee t1_j05zm3f wrote

Reply to TIFU asking a customer for a "thumbs up" by loosifergoosifer

my friends dad growing up had a favorite saying.... it's all fun and games till someone looses an eye.... while pointing at his eyepatch....
just because pc says don't make fun of whatever doesn't mean there aren't well adjusted people with disabilities... you weren't motivated by malice and he prolly recognized that and went about his day... im assuming he was over 25?

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CompetitiveAd1600 t1_j05vowk wrote

Reply to TIFU by forgetting my passport by spaghettni

I once went on a trip to the Netherlands by train (from Germany). Several days go by and we wanted to rent a canoe and they asked for our IDs for deposit and to check our age. Then I realised I forgot my ID at home in Germany. My friends were pissed we couldn’t rent a canoe but the rest of the trip I was so afraid someone would randomly control our IDs (for whatever reasons but we were foreigners speaking another language so you never know). On the train across the border I was even more paranoid I hid on the toilet all the time which caused a ticket check with two people as they assumed I didn’t have a ticket and wanted to run off. But after telling them I just have a weak bladder and showing them the valid ticket they just laughed. Didn’t need my ID once, not even while crossing the border, but I was soo paranoid I always check if I have my ID or passport several times before leaving and forgot other stuff like chargers because I was so focused on my ID

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maciver6969 t1_j05tpgg wrote

Reply to TIFU asking a customer for a "thumbs up" by loosifergoosifer

He knows it is a TINY portion of the population with missing fingers/limbs, so he understands it isnt a deliberate slight, shit happens. He almost certainly had a laugh with his wife about it. Source: my friend is missing his leg below the knee and walks a bit like a drunk, so he had a painted captain morgan with a peg leg on his prosthetic leg and makes a ton of jokes about it.

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Possum_pal t1_j05q244 wrote

Reply to TIFU by telling my young daughter that she had a feral sister who lived in a cage in the attic. by jesseberdinka

Hope this kind of makes you feel better, my parents did it too.

We had an older brother "Paul". At first when we were really little we absolutely believed that Paul was real. It started out with my dad telling tales to try to make us behave better. Don't do that, Paul did that and he's not here anymore kinda deal. Not dead just "away". Well over the years it turned into a catch all, we blamed broken vases and wall drawings on Paul, and our parents told cautionary tales of paul getting hurt because he ran into the road after his ball.

Yes I understand it's fucked up, my parents were good parents who made a joke and then let it run wild. Now (30s) whenever stuff goes wrong we blame it on Paul, everyone Snickers, and that's it.

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DanMelb t1_j05puu5 wrote

Reply to TIFU by forgetting my passport by spaghettni

It sounds like the time my other half and I turned up at the airport for our vacation trip, only to discover at check-in that our tickets were paper tickets, not e-tickets, and they were still sitting at the travel agent (this was about 2005 when airlines were in the process of switching e-tickets but unbeknownst to us they hadn't all completed the process.

A very rushed cab ride back and forth between the airport and travel agent later, we just made our flight, but it was touch and go.

Out of interest, how did you manage to get to your gate without showing anyone the passport? Was your first flight a domestic one?

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EinsTwo t1_j05mis3 wrote

Reply to TIFU by forgetting my passport by spaghettni

I'm sorry this happened to you! I've literally had this nightmare a dozen times, but fortunately every time it was actually onky a nightmare (that is, I was asleep).

I hope you're able to spend quality time with the people you love, even if it looks different than your original plan.

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HotPrior477 t1_j05m9a2 wrote

Reply to TIFU by forgetting my passport by spaghettni

Years ago I did something similar. I forgot my birth certificate, before 911 that's all Canadians needed to get into the USA. I live a 13 hr drive away from border I got up at 4 a.m. and got in my car, I didn't realize that I had forgotten it until th border guard asked for it.

He was cool though, I showed him my hot reservation and he let me in anyway.

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GunnarKaasen t1_j05d35l wrote

Reply to TIFU by telling my young daughter that she had a feral sister who lived in a cage in the attic. by jesseberdinka

When I was young, it was my father’s job on Sundays to get me bathed and dressed for church. He was a kind and gentle man, with a wicked sense of humor, but my fidgeting and total lack of an attention span would occasionally wear on him as he tried to get a squirming boy into a suit.

One morning, he paused and said he needed me to stay still and pay attention so I didn’t end up like my brother. Confused, I said that I didn’t have a brother. He agreed that I didn’t have a brother … any more. I, of course, fell into the trap and asked what had happened to my brother.

As he pulled on one of my socks, he casually explained that my brother just wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t sit still, so my father “yanked his arm off and beat him to death with the bloody stump.”

At that point, he had my full attention, and I’ll bet my fidgeting had completely stopped. I was dressed in record time, and off our family went to church, with a quiet little boy in the back seat silently contemplating the world that had just been revealed to him. I’m sure that my father was having a great laugh on the inside as we drove along.

All was well until the drive home, when I finally asked my parents in the front seat why they had never told me about my dead brother. My father’s shoulders began to hunch, and he slunk down in his seat as my mother’s gaze swung toward him. Still looking at him, she asked me softly what my father had told me.

It was a long, quiet ride home that day.

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