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Hey there! Today, we’re jumping straight into a wild ride of memories where strangers did super random stuff that people still haven’t forgotten. Fancy some seriously silly grudges? Let’s go!
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I found a puppy scammer on Craigslist and I still go on - years later - to flag all of their posts (multiple cities).
At a wedding where I knew only the bride, the woman next to me kicked me off my seat in the last row, loudly enough everyone noticed. I ended up sitting alone. Still feels humiliating, years later.
Worked with a lady everyone loved. Then a fancy white woman whispered that “those people” steal stuff, referring to her. I told that racist off, and the lady stormed out. Twelve years later, no love lost here.
When I was about 8, a woman cut in front of my mom at a bakery. Mom didn’t say a thing but gave me a look that said, “Some people have nothing inside.” Every time I see line-cutters, I think of her. Bread was probably stale.
On a flight from Dubai, a lady grabbed my luggage out of the overhead compartment and dropped it just so she could slip hers in. Rude much? Years later, nope, still annoyed.
Kid dropped shoe in a pond at a theme park despite signs saying not to sit on railing. Mom fussed big time. I climbed over, grabbed the shoe while people cheered. Mom took it and didn’t say thanks. That grudge lives on - 25 years later.
Years ago, my wife and I arrived at a summer apartment in Alabama that wasn’t finished. Landlord knew, didn’t tell us. Sorry, but I still mess with her life every few years. She has no clue it’s me.
At a hotel in Spain, I put bread in the toaster but stepped away. Guy nabbed my toast and sat down with it. Nine years later, I still get mad seeing him - and I swear, he looks French.
An older babysitter yelled at my sister to finish her pudding. Little me dared her to try to make her eat it. Bro told our parents later, still quoting my fierce glare. Family fun forever.
At 15, a guy cut me off three times in the surf, kept calling me “kid.” I was a kid, sure, but the jerkiness? That’s forever. Now I scan the beach for his blue-striped board every time I surf.
A drunk guy body slammed me at a festival for no reason, then laughed and walked off. Could’ve wrecked me bad. Forgiving? Nope, nope, nope.
Working at a sub shop, a guy got mad over a 14-cent coupon mess-up and yelled at me for 10 minutes. Manager kicked him out. Still feel that sting after all these years.
When my 4-year-old grandson wore his Yankee cap, an old guy lectured him on switching teams. Seriously? The kid just wanted to match grandpa. Still stings decades later.
On a trip, a new friend weirdly tried to steal friendship thunder and dropped a cold “Why don’t you marry him already” during cards. Everyone went silent. Grudge party started.
My first babysitter told me I couldn’t dunk my peanut butter & jelly sandwich in milk. I tattled and never saw her again. Legendary grudge material.
In the movie theater lobby, a dude loudly shouted Avengers Endgame spoilers. Spoil your own fun, dude. That grudge burns like popcorn butter.
Mom still mad 33 years later at a woman who wouldn’t buy her Girl Scout cookies. We moved 23 years ago but that grudge? Classic forever.
When I was 13 in Bangkok, a cleaner called me fat assuming I didn’t understand Thai. Ouch, still hurts in my 40s.
My college apartment had only 10 tandem spots. Someone parked behind me when the lot was empty. Took forever to find and move their car. That irrational anger is forever.
I scored 199 points but scored second place because a judge said my state name was missing - when it wasn’t. The grudge is real.
Was told to line up at the DMV for my learner’s permit photo. Waited an hour in the wrong line, then told off for being in the wrong line - by the same place. Angry photo ensued.
In 3rd grade, my team won the pizza party but the teacher thought differently and left us out. Still salty after all these years.
In Boy Scouts, I turned in cans for a soda but was given pennies that the sign said they didn’t accept. Soda denied, grudge forever.
After a Lady Gaga show, some jerk stole her wig before I got to say thank you or get my merch signed. Twelve years later, still irked.
On a 5-hour train ride, a guy kept clicking his pen nonstop. I was this close to losing it every *click* of the way.
A guy parked in my designated parking space years ago. I couldn’t look at him without wanting to explode. That grudge? Still parking tight.
A teenager put brown avocado in my crepe. When I pointed it out, she snapped, “Brown doesn’t mean bad.” The snotty comeback still stings.
At bowling league, my name was put in the wrong prize barrel. Instead of fixing it, they trashed it. Me? No prize, forever annoyed.
At a men’s fashion store, the shopkeeper told us we couldn’t afford the gallery’s art, even though we'd bought some. Rude vibes lingered long after.
In 6th grade trivia, I said “cyan” and my teacher said I was wrong. Her dictionaries had no cyan. Grudge? Bright and bold.
Got fired for asking too many questions at 19. Went on to get a Ph.D. and research at an Ivy League lab. Take that.
At Subway, asked for olives, got one olive instead of many. I silently audit every olive placement since. Seventeen years of grudge-ing.
We worked hard on a dance with no props and were winning. Then a team dressed up with props, broke the rules, and won. Still salty after 15 years.
Walking down the road, two women swerved onto my side and kept walking without giving space. So I just stood there. Still bothered after a decade.
My fiancée was learning to drive, and people beeped at her at every stall. Beeping a learner? Instant grudge fuel.
Fifth-grade coach told me earrings were “for gay men” and that I looked gay. He eventually got fired for creeper moves. Karma is sweet, and so is grudge memory.
Showed up to an interview for full-time work, but it was actually teens interviewing for part-time. The manager blew me off and told me to leave. That sting? Still alive 25 years later.
Playing with a toddler who wanted my hot wheels. His mom took it away, scolded me for not sharing. Still feel salty decades later.
At a rare buffet, a kid stole the last bit of the food I wanted, farted as they ran off. Food loss + stink = forever grudge.
Brought brownies to a scouting event; a woman took credit for them. Later, she handed out my licorice like it was hers. Still mad, still quiet.
At a fancy hotel in NOLA, a dude mocked us for staying in one room. We act out his snooty laugh to this day. Petty pleasures!
After chemo, I took my time paying at the store. A woman sighed and said, “Let’s hurry it up.” Everyone’s got their battles, but she could've shown some empathy. Still hurts.
My perfect spelling test streak got shattered by a teacher claiming I misspelled “airplane.” It was a grudge-worthy injustice!
First customer at my first job threw change at me demanding tea. Shocked, I held that grudge for years. Saw her fall on a bus years later. Sweet revenge!
On my way out of a hotel, Rahm Emmanuel’s security blocked me to rush him to his car. I wasn’t even looking. Twenty-five years later, still annoyed.
Girl at the crepe stand insisted brown avocado is fine after I pointed out it was bad. No comeback then, but now? Still smoldering sarcastically.
Did a massive homework project on recycling with drawings. Teacher forgot to check it. I still think about that wasted effort.
Stuck near a woman drenched in perfume on a 5-hour bus trip. Headache lasted the whole ride. Ten years later and still salty.
A store owner asked loads of questions, called me incorrigible, and got me all riled up. Thought about revenge. Grudge remains.
In Beijing, a shop owner muttered, “Foreigners are so stupid.” I replied in Mandarin asking if he spoke English or French. His face? Priceless. Still think about it.
At a concert, an old lady approached me, pointed a finger, said, “If you can’t see I’m glad,” then walked off. Speechless and still puzzled years later.
At a gig, my water bottle was stolen. Bartender saw and shrugged. Still mad about it years later.
At Trevi Fountain, I stopped pickpockets next to clueless tourists who said thanks were unneeded. Yeah, you’re welcome.
Good cyclist, not skinny. Coworker said, “So weird you bike so much but aren’t skinny.” Audacity fuels grudges.
Guy mumbled, I said, “Beg your pardon?” Had to spell it out nicely. He looked dumb. Still remember.
On a budget flight, a woman put nasty hair over my seat back. Asked her to move it. She refused. May have twisted some tray clips in revenge. Grudge eternal.
Two old guys talked soccer loudly in a silent train car late at night. Had to listen for an hour. Still annoyed.
Crossing street in California, grandma and I lagged behind. Lady in car lectured us in a rude way. Still remember that awkward moment.
Physical therapist told 9-year-old me I was “a bit chubby like my dad.” That comment crushed me for years. Hope karma plays out.
Dentist made a Freudian slip about my acne and annoyed me forever. Also, an acquaintance let my cat out, and I never saw her again. Grudges galore.
At the gas station, a guy grabbed the pump I was clearly pulling up to. I locked eyes with him and hated him for it - every time I get gas.
Someone said I shouldn’t put anything in memory I could just Google. I’m still salty about that life advice.
In 5th grade, my teacher signed me up for a special ed holiday song because they were one short. Still mortified years later.
Some guy squeezed into my elevator at the last second and hit the wrong floor button. I still hope his pillow is lukewarm forever.
Barista spelled my name Rhachel instead of Rachel in 2017. Haven’t forgiven it. Every misspelling since? Side-eye to the max.
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