50 Times People Tried Correcting The Wrong Person And Failed Miserably

My teenage son turned on Eminem in the car thinking it wasn't my style and I wouldn't pay attention and instead, I rapped along to every word of it.

Then I told him if I ever heard him call a woman literally anything Eminem just said in the lyrics of that song, he was grounded until he turned 18.

My kids know I'm a gamer but I trend towards RPGs. A decade ago my oldest was really into this new game he and his friends got for the xbox - Street Fighter V. He had a bunch of friends over and they were doing the usual mid-teens trash talking and competitive one-upmanship when I came home from work.

"Hey Dad, we're having a tournament! You want to play?"

"What game? Street Fighter? Yeah, I think I've heard of it." As in yeah, I played in SFII arcade tournaments back in the early 90's on a daily basis. I wasn't god-like but I could hold my own with said god-like players most times. He and his friends proceed to bet me that if I win, they'll mow the yard and do yardwork for a week. If I lose, I have to buy them pizza.

"You know what kids, there's a lot of characters, why don't you pick one for me. Oh, 6 attack buttons? Nah, I'll just use one - I'm old and my RSI is acting up - which one do I use? Oh, okay this is the jab? Alright."

I proceeded to annihilate each and every one them. Didn't matter which character or which single button I was allowed to use. B*tch, I've got that frame data tattooed in my DNA... now go get on my lawn.

It's been a standing tradition over the years for my kids to introduce their new friends to Dad by seeing if anyone can beat my Street Fighter 1-button blind character pick kung-fu. Still undefeated.

My coworker, "Jim," was delivering products to a company we work with often. The guy at the other company was complaining about the products and insisting Jim had made mistakes. He then pulls out a manual he had and starts walking Jim through it, explaining everything he did wrong. The manual was a step by step guide to the variety of products, compete with drawings and a bunch of pictures of a young man with a working on the parts.

Jim finally stops the guy, points to one of the pictures and says, "Do you see that name tag on this guy? Jim? I am Jim. *I wrote this manual twenty years ago.*".

When I was in college in the late 90s, I took a class in astrophysics for fun. The professor was extremely arrogant and often talked, over the top, about his educational background and experiences. One of my fellow students (can't recall his name), was an older, retired gentleman, who was taking the class for fun as part of a program where seniors, over the age of 65, could audit classes that interested them at no charge.

at the time NASA had a program where they would loan collections of items related to space exploration, memorabilia, and moon rocks, to universities. One of our lessons was on the items and we spoke heavily about the moon landings, specifically Aldrin.

The professor spoke on things about the mission, the rocket, the lander, etc. And my fellow student began to say to him that some of the things that he was saying was not accurate. They argued back-and-forth for several minutes on different topics mainly involving the technical aspects of the mission until finally, the professor asked why my fellow student was so adamant about these things and his response was. “ because I’m the one that designed it.”, or something along those lines.

we all just looked at him and the professor, not really sure about what was going to be said next. And before the professor could even say anything, my fellow student pulled out the textbook and opened to a page that had a picture of Aldrin and a series of the engineers and ground crew from Johnson space Center. Sure enough, standing right there was the guy from my class.

He had been an engineer for NASA for years. He was retired at that point and decided just to take the class to see what was new. It was great.

A few years ago, my wife and I started a small non-profit that focuses on getting businesses to incentivize beach cleanups. Fill a container with trash from the beach and exchange it for a free ice cream cone, bar if surf wax, coffee, etc. The initial concept took off and it grew a ton! We're not so involved these days, but we still keep tabs on the team and the initiative.

They were having an event at a brewery and we went to go check it out. While in line for beers the woman in front of me had one of our shirts on. I made a comment about how cool it was that there was a good turnout. She agreed and talked about how she got involved, which turned into her talking about how she connected with the org, which turned into her explaining the origins of the organization to me. She wasn't patronizing or anything, just kind of on a roll and kept going.

Anyway, she wrapped up and asked how I first came to know about the organization. I told her I probably first came to know about the organization as I sat at my kitchen table creating it. She was like "Wait. What? This is your thing? Really? Did I just tell you your own story?"

She was a little embarrassed, but it was super funny. She handled it well and we couldn't have done it without passionate volunteers, so no shade at all.

We passed the organization over to the Surfrider Foundation a few years ago, which they took on as one of their flagship environmental stewardship programs - the [Better Beach Alliance](https://www.surfrider.org/pages/beach-cleanup-activist-guide).

My teenaged kid, in 2005ish, telling us "I just found this cool new band."

Sweet. Who?

"The Red Hot Chili Peppers. They just put out their first album."

Boy, you were probably conceived to RHCP.

I’ve been having a few of these lately. I’m an international trade attorney. My specialty is trade agreements and tariffs.

Young people trying to explain what "Star Trek" means like I didn't exist at a time when there was only the original crew.

I was talking to an old Navy vet. Like closing in on 100, WW2 old. And my lil 13 year old a*s starts nerding out about Iowa-class battleships. He proceeds to get out a box full of manuals, reports, and various memorabilia. Turns out he was ACTUALLY ON the U.S.S. Iowa from her trials until the end of the war.

I have to write employee accomplishment documents to move them forward in their career. They have to go before a HR review board who decides if the document is written properly and justifies the change (a raise and more vaca) for the staff member. I've been doing this for years so I can crank out these documents in my sleep. A new HR person joined the company and started kicking back my documents for arbitrary b******t "not enough content", "too much irrelevant information", "needs more insight", etc. After the third time one of my documents got kicked back the reviewer emailed me an example of what she considered a well written employee accomplishment document with the names redacted. I emailed her back "Thanks for sending me this example, it helps a lot. Since I wrote this example three years ago is it okay if I just fill in the current staff's name?".

Don’t tell me that your computer takes forever to boot up or that your internet connection is slow.

I grew up with a computer that took 5-7 minutes to boot up and screamed at you while it was doing so.

And if someone needed the phone you had no internet because they were connected to the same thing.

My youngest child telling me that they don't know if I should be wearing a d&d tshirt, then I showed them my first edition d&d books....

When my younger cousin was in his “I’m 16 and I know everything” era, he kept bragging about some old bands he rediscovered. One of them was the Beatles. Talked about how influential they are, all the music they had that barely anyone knew about, and how he knew so much more about them than anyone in his “uncultured” family.

Unfortunately for his ego, me and the rest of the family he was lecturing had been living in Liverpool for nearly 2 decades by that point.

I was training a new file clerk at my firm and I was explaining the system we have for checking out physical files and that we have asset tags with scannable barcodes that you have to scan after your ID badge to log who took the file and is ultimately responsible for it. She turns to me and says, "God, whoever came up with this is an a**l retentive nightmare and all you need is a sign out sheet." I just kinda stood there, because I developed this system after years of having to dig through attorneys offices and hunt down important stuff because they ignored the sign out sheet that was there when I got hired... Sigh.

A friend of mine is from a less privileged part of Dublin, and went on to study Theatre and Russian in the very prestigious (especially if you ask them) Trinity College.

In one of her theatre classes she put forward an opinion on Chekov, and a posh student promptly disagreed, and pretty heavily implied that someone from that part of Dublin probably didn't know much about theatre.

So my friend cheerfully quoted the original text in perfect Russian.

People who are surprised that you have an email address with your name and no numbers .

Last year my wife's boss, who is new, got mad at her for misinterpreting/misapplying a policy that doesn't come up much, but is very important. After trying to explain it several times and getting nowhere, she finally said, "Look this policy has been in place a lot longer than you've been here. I wrote the policy. I trained everyone on it. If you want to change it, fine, but this is what the policy says.".

Irl there was that job offer asking for ~~10~~ 5 years of experience in some programming language

*one of* the creators of said language was refused the job, because he only had 1.5 years experience in the language, because it was only 1.5 years old.

My dad explaining how to peel a hard boiled egg to my mother. Both were in their 70s at the time. Mom had been cooking since she was 14 years old. Neither of them had dementia.

She about c*****d that egg on his head for that EPIC instance of mansplaining.

My teenage son came home from work as a lifeguard at a pool and said “Mom, you know, some parents don’t parent “

Yes, I know, son. I know.