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Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Best_Rip_2385 on 2025-06-26 02:43:24+00:00.


I had gone to the grocery on my lunch break to snag a bag’s worth of ingredients. I drive home, settle in, and after a bit, start cooking dinner.

Halfway through, I realize I’m missing the jar of garlic powder I had purchased. Running out to my car reveals it had slipped out of the bag and was in my passenger floorboard. I bring it back to my kitchen, relieved to have my favorite seasoning restocked.

Distracted by my meal prep, I go to remove the plastic seal over the mouth of the jar. I have no nails, courtesy of a life-long nail-biting habit, so out of reflex I use my teeth to nip the edge of the seal and rip it off.

Now, we’re in the middle of a mega heatwave, and the garlic being left in the car apparently caused it to heat to the point the air inside the jar expanded.

Meaning my little plastic container of garlic powder has become, in effect, a garlic grenade.

I pull off the seal and a cloud of garlic powder rushes out of the opening. A seasoning sandstorm sweeps into my mouth, and a blizzard of garlic coats my shirt like a grainy bib. My eyes sting. Thick wisps of garlic sear my nostrils.

I start to gag and stagger over to the sink, though my dog, previously waiting hopefully for a dropped morsel from my meal prep, nearly trips me as she tries to “help” with my obvious distress.

I end up spitting out a mouthful of powder and rinsing my mouth multiple times as I wait for the seasoning overdose symptoms to pass. My nose is running, my eyes watering, and I keep gagging involuntarily, while my cats come over to sniff at me, wrinkle their noses in distaste, and strut off in judgement.

Once the disgusting taste is gone, I change clothes, as I reeked like an Italian restaurant’s dumpster. Unfortunately, I discover garlic powder everywhere I go in the kitchen. Like when you’ve gone to the beach and keep discovering sand in every crevice of your car, garlic has made its home in the recesses of my kitchen. No matter how much I clean, I’ll turn around and more garlic will settle into tiny garlic dunes on the counter, the stovetop, the floor, and the shelves.

On the bright side, I’m probably super safe from vampires now!

TLDR: Due to a heatwave, my jar of garlic powder was under pressure and essentially exploded all over me and my kitchen.

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