“Seriously, Send Help”: 50 Inconveniences That Are Mild Yet Very Infuriating (New Pics)

Parents and future parents, if you RSVP to a child’s party. Show up. If you cannot, communicate that you are unable to make it.
Being asked for an hour straight, “When are my friends showing up?” “Oh, there’s a white car! Is my friend in there??”
IT'S HEARTBREAKING.

I have seen sad stories like this before, and I never thought it could happen to us. It did. It’s horrible. I just ask that anyone reading this will remember this thread, and be better!!
Fortunately, our adult friends at least made an appearance, but none of her preschool classmates came that RSVP they would be.
9 of the 10 parents didn’t even let us know they couldn’t make it!

She was surrounded by adults who love her, and everyone was aware of what went wrong so she was smothered with love and affection to try and replace any memories of friends not showing up with that of the adults in her life appreciating and loving her!

So my dog got a lump on her back that they thought could be cancer. When the vet went to do a biopsy, they found a foreign body in the lump. Turns out this piece of grass had penetrated her skin and caused an abscess. Cost £1700 with the bloods, operation, and meds. But at least she doesn't have cancer, so I'm skint but happy.

How do they want me to set an appointment over the phone when the whole point I'm setting one is because I can't hear?

My wife called while I was at work and said it was a little “scratch” on the monitor… After further investigation, I found out my 7-year-old got annoyed at Roblox and threw the controller at it. It really ticks me off how my wife always sugarcoats everything he does. Like I can't even discipline him without her getting in the middle of it or shielding him like I’m a total abusive monster... This is crazy because I don’t even spank my kids; all it takes is a stern voice, and they start crying.

I never want to be the jerk who honks, but they don’t hear/notice me until I’m right up to them. Just trying to go to work.

Mine is half useless at this point, while Grandma's is still going strong.

I used to visit weekly and keep up their gravesite, but 30 years and compartmentalizing heals the need to revisit the pain, until some jerk chose stealing copper over being a decent human.

These are my work pants, the pants I use for my job. What is the point of not having pockets on my Work pants?

Second time at this one, and one a few blocks away got taken out because someone kept raiding the entire thing.

We were packing for our family trip to Jamaica, and I heard my wife scream upstairs. She just tells me, “I’m not going to Jamaica,” and shows me her passport. Only the main page shown is torn. Nothing else. (The image depicted is after she tried taping it back together.) She dropped it on the bed for a second, and the dog got to it. And she is normally not destructive like that, but despite how annoyed we were, we couldn’t blame her.

After reality had sunk in, I hopped on a call with a passport department inquiring about an emergency passport. They apparently only give them out if there is a tragedy in the family, etc. They searched for appointments nearby, and the only one on the East Coast was in Buffalo, NY, at 8 am the following day. So we changed my wife’s flight and sent her tour to Buffalo, and got her a 10:45 am flight out from Buffalo to Orlando, then to Jamaica, hoping that it would work.

They don’t guarantee that you will get it the same day, but the reviews for the location were surprisingly positive, so we were hopeful. She shows up an hour early, is first in line, and they tell her they can get it the same day, but won’t start printing passports till 10 am. The manager came out and told my wife she should probably change her flight because he can’t guarantee that she will get it in time for the 10:45 flight.

She comes back around 10, sits right, and the woman at the front desk gives a friendly wink to my wife. At 10:15, the manager tells my wife’s passport is printing. Around 10:20-10:25, they hand it to her and she hits the find driver button on the uber app. She gets picked up and takes the 15-minute ride to the airport. The uber driver told her he’s driven MANY people who flew from out of state to Buffalo for a same day passport, and he believed she could make it. Well, she did. Boarding got delayed, but she made it with like 10 minutes to spare and arrived in Jamaica only 3 hours after we did.
It was beyond exhausting!

Just gonna take the opportunity to buy a new knife. My "clean" dishes are all dirty with fingerprints and smudges, too. The fridge front is smeared with greasy handprints. Just a few more days...

My 11-year-old daughter's teacher wrote this comment on her homework. I'm absolutely flabbergasted and angry. This is after my daughter just competed in gymnastics nationals a month ago.

There isn't room for my granny cart.

My credit card was hacked. I think the guy did it by hacking my gmail account. Because he signed up for Priceline, with the login with gmail button.

I called my bank and canceled it. I logged into Priceline to see if I could get any information about the person who booked the flight. I saw I could cancel it for no charge. So I did because it was going to be faster to get a refund from Priceline than my bank.

Two days later I got this email. It had his photo and phone number. It matched the name on the flight too.

Environmental Science, climate change unit. But we're in Alabama, so we do everything we can to avoid actually talking about it.

Please don't tell me they're not pulling the "If they don't bring the money to you, they didn't clean under the rug. If the money is gone, they stole from you" test.

For context, my (step)nephew is my (step)brother’s kid. My nephew and his mother don’t live here anymore, so they come over for a few hours on holidays and weekends.
On Christmas Day, I had opened all of my presents and gotten two CDs (KISS and Weezer) and a nice glass CD storage rack that my mom says was approximately $30. I have 23 CDs, including my new ones, and was sitting in the living room with my mom while I put my CDs into the storage rack. My nephew came over to get gifts from his grandma (my step-mom / my mom’s girlfriend) and my mom, as she had gotten him a gift too. I still had all my presents out in the living room since I didn’t want to put them away yet.
While he was over, he had gotten upset because I had gotten a lot more presents than him (he got a second Nintendo Switch [broke his first one and a $500 drone, so he genuinely had nothing to be jealous of). He started to throw a tantrum, and so his mom tried to explain that he had gotten a lot more gifts at home and a lot more expensive gifts than me. He didn’t seem to care because he ended up grabbing my CD rack and throwing it on the ground, shattering the CD rack and breaking four of my CDs, including one of my new ones.

The two in the picture were the two that thankfully only had broken cases. Mom says the KISS CD was $25. The Linkin Park one was only about $8 because I got it from McKays (kinda like a thrift store for books and video games–they only have like 5 locations, so I don’t think many people would know what it is). The two others were $20 CDs that were snapped in half. There were 3 other ones that had small cracks in their cases, but they still work perfectly fine. I think in total he did ~$100 of damage. I know that’s not really a lot of money but I’m 15 and paid for a lot of my CDs myself with money I made from cleaning and walking dogs so in my mind that’s like 3 bedrooms cleanings and 2 dog walks.

I obviously ended up crying because he broke my two favorite CDs, and my moms kicked him and his mom out. His mom says that I’m being dramatic and that he shouldn’t be getting in trouble for breaking some “cheap CDs”. She also tried to pull the “he’s only ten” card, which annoyed me so bad because no 10-year-old should still be throwing tantrums.