Describe the Worst Day of your Life. Let's keep this light-hearted!

Wacker

Hi All.

This story is like an onion: there are layers of terribleness to it. And it made me cry

About two years ago, I went for after work drinks with a bunch of colleagues from my new-ish job. I was flirting like mad with one of the girls, and she was jokingly hitting me. One of the lads asked if he could throw a shot, and I said yes, expecting another shot on the shoulder. He threw a shot straight to my jaw! The fecker. Anyway...
A mate was in the same bar, and I told him what happened. Himself and his colleagues were going somewhere else, and I had no intention of sticking around after getting an unprovoked punch, so I joined them. I was having a good time with this new crowd when I guess I stood up a little too boisterously, and I popped my right knee-cap out of the socket! This has happened before, so I got someone to get ice from the bar, and my mate helped me down the stairs and I hopped into a taxi to catch one of the last DARTs. Anyway...
A combination of the terrible pain and drunkenness resulted in my waking up at the last stop! It was lashing rain at this point too. I hobbled onto the street, and saw that there was not a taxi to be seen due to the rain. A mate of mine lives in Bray, but about 30 minutes away from the station, and I could barely walk. I called him up to see if I could crash on his couch should a taxi not appear. Halfway through the call, just when I was asking if he could meet me half way and let me lean on him, my battery died. This was incedental really, as I managed to hail a cab just then anyway, ending this night of misery.

TL;DR: Punched by a colleague, dislocated my knee, slept past my stop on the DART, got soaked while limping in the rain.

Who can top this? Please, no stories about finding your father's dead body or anything; let's keep this light-hearted

AnonoBoy

My wife left me.
My pick up broke down.
My dog died.
My beer was warm.

My worst day was the day I decided to become a country singer.

bleg

woke up one morning and found my dead... never mind

SoupyNorman

So I was just sitting on a bench eating a sandwich, minding my own business when someone took a picture of me. I was sad that day.

davyjose

Wacker wrote: »

let's keep this light-hearted

The old can of worms doesn't half open. You want the worst day, or some madey up worst day?

Madey up worst day:
When i was trying to get off work early, and Tibor said he'd cover me, but he got the days wrong, and all sorts of hilarity ensued!!!

Worst day:
When my Dad died of cancer!

Joey the lips

The day i got married. I realised I was just paying for sex....At least a prostitute fecks off and lets you sleep afterwords.

Biggins

I honestly wouldn't know which one in particular to pick. There's been a few.

zuroph

Mondays, definitely.

Wacker

zuroph wrote: »

Mondays, definitely.

Tell me why!

mojesius

I was 5 years old, first school trip, first time at the zoo. I was really traumatised by the sight of a chained up elephant stuck on a concrete block (haven't gone near a zoo since) and then a banana got squashed in the bottom of my bag and it smelled really bad. No one would sit beside me on the way home

I'm sure I've had far worse days since then, but we're keeping it lighthearted and I have the memory of a goldfish.

Doop

Dont forget about manic Tuesdays

zuroph

Wacker wrote: »

Tell me why!

I don't like mondays..

yerayeah

OP, that's one brilliant thread title!

What's next? "Describe the greatest ever day in your entire life. But please, do so in a sombre manner!"?:pac:

epgc3fyqirnbsx

Left my baby on the Daniel Day Luas

Redlion

SoupyNorman wrote: »

So I was just sitting on a bench eating a sandwich, minding my own business when someone took a picture of me. I was sad that day.

Haha yes, I get the reference, a reference so brilliant only the musically minded of this forum will notice

You're a good man.

Tar.Aldarion

yerayeah wrote: »

OP, that's one brilliant thread title!

What's next? "Describe the greatest ever day in your entire life. But please, do so in a sombre manner!"?:pac:

'Nothing too happy mind'

minister poxbottle

In a light hearted way i beat my old man to death with a shovel

The_Kew_Tour

Seeing Jedward on TV.

Nightmare

BarryDoodles

I hate it when this happens

indeed: http://tinyurl.com/yeto93c

Pdfile

Worst day:

kick out of school

Granny Died

found a lump in my neither region....

:mad:

its all good though, im no lance armstrong

Snowie

i put a surf board in to a kids face...

Mad coincidence.. I typed '503 error' as a joke, hit reply and got one right there.. Weird.

Trashbat

Redlion wrote: »

Haha yes, I get the reference, a reference so brilliant only the musically minded of this forum will notice

Whats Keanu got to do with being musically minded?

kfallon

The day I did a shart.

That is all!

fakearms123

My worst day:

Both grandparents died in a car crash

Found girlfriend cheating on me with my boss Steve

Got fired from my job by Steve

Got the sh*t beat out of me by Steve

Lost my only companion, my dog Bowser

Got diarrhea from the stress and stained my underwear on the bus back to my apartment

Got home and found out the rent was overdue and they had locked my doors

I slept in the street





I look back on this day and think, fakearms123 your life is over and it was, i have been walking around for the past several years almost suicidal, I tried to keep it light-hearted!

Dravokivich

I've done many embarrasing things in school when I was a kid...

I've pissed me pants..
I've fainted while standing at the top of the class...
I've accidentally called a teacher "Dad"...
I've stripped to me Jocks...

but over them... 1 of the most vivid memories I have as a kid in school, was when I got a lend of a pencil pearer from another kid and accidentally dropped it in the bin while pearing my pencil...

the fúcker was bigger then me...

pickarooney

fakearms123 wrote: »

My worst day:

Both grandparents died in a car crash

Found girlfriend cheating on me with my boss Steve

Got fired from my job by Steve

Got the sh*t beat out of me by Steve

Lost my only companion, my dog Bowser

Got diarrhea from the stress and stained my underwear on the bus back to my apartment

Got home and found out the rent was overdue and they had locked my doors

I slept in the street





I look back on this day and think, fakearms123 your life is over and it was, i have been walking around for the past several years almost suicidal, I tried to keep it light-hearted!

It makes the loss of your arms seem like a picnic in comparison.

I must have blanked out all my worst days. I can't think of anything competitively awful.

fakearms123

fakearms123 wrote: »

I tried to keep it light-hearted!

The only thing lighthearted about that was that your dog was called bowser... Great name!

itsmereally

Trying to get home for my brothers wedding from Carlisle in England a few years back....flight was leaving Edinburgh (2 hours away) at 5pm...the day unfolded like this....

Tuesday, 9.30am..
..get to train station, discover i've been given the wrong time, train not going til 12. Politely informed that we women don't understand train timetables, and that's how the mistake was made, not Virgin telling me the wrong time...!

1.30 On train about 25mins outside of Edinburgh, it's announced there's been a landslide up ahead and the train has to divert to Glasgow Central.
2.00 Get to Central, told train for Edinburgh leaving Glasgow Queens in 15mins (it's a 2min walkaway)
2.10 Have ticket for Edinburgh, slightly drenched due to torrential rain, go into cafe to get a cuppa, come back out in time to see the screens flashing message :due to flooding on the tracks, trains are cancelled til further notice.
2.30 Am told trains now going to go from Queens instead.
2.35 Soaked again en route to Queens, to discover fcukers lied, no trains leaving from anywhere!
2.40 Ring home, manage to get re-booked on 8pm flight.

3.00 Am told buses going from Buchanan Station, walk there with floodwater halfway up my shins, soaked through, with my bag on wheels also wading through the river that is the footpath...
4.15 Huge queues for buses, end up wringing out my clothes like everyone else as the bus tries 5 different routes to get out of Glasgow, and see a city bus stranded in floodwater up to the top of its wheels.

6.20: Get into Edinburgh & onto airport bus. It's not raining there.
7pm: Get to airport, shivering, but delighted I'll be home in a few hours...
7.10: Book in just in time, head straight for bar. Pint in hand when announcement is made "Due to electrical faults, no flights will be leaving until 11pm"
7-11.30: Go between bar and info. desk to check for updates.

11.30: Flight cancelled, bags all reclaimed, and start to search for a spot to sleep, still quite wet, despite my attempts to dry off under a hand dryer!
11.30-6am: Take almost 2 hours to fall asleep on cold tiled floor with damp clothes & bag as bed, brother rings an hour later to tell me how great I am for coming home for the wedding. I do not feel the love at the point in time... End up wandering round the airport many many times in an effort to not go mad. It fails...

6am: Bar opens, breakfast served with a pint!
7am: Check in for 8.45am flight, relax and go to departure lounge.
find out flight is delayed til 9.20. Start laughing uncontrollably. People back away....
9.40am Flight finally takes off....no further hitches
11am Get to arrivals lounge to see newspaper with picture of city bus now covered in water to the back window....glad I got out in time!

And of course, it was the middle of the feckin summer...:rolleyes:


TLDR? Landslide, floads, electrical faults and cancelled flights meant a soaked me overnighted in an airport, arriving in Dublin about 24 hours after leaving Carlisle, in the middle of summer.

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Sanjuro

Happened a few weeks ago. Was at the Rory Gallagher Festival up in Donegal. At around 4am, about 6 of us were waiting for a taxi to come pick us up. Ccompletely inebriated, I started to chase a mate of mine. At some point, I tripped and launched myself into the air. Instead of doing the natural thing of putting one's hands out to break the fall, I used my face to break my fall. I crashed down, and smashed up the right side of my face. Luckily, I didn't smash my nose or teeth.

The next day, I woke up with my face hanging off, feeling like it was on fire. I looked like Two-Face. Still in the festival mood, my friends and I headed up to a pub in Bundoran which searved some of the best pub grub in Ireland. But since I couldn't open my mouth, I couldn't eat. And we had to stand. For 2 hours. Then came the commute back to Dublin. I was in no state to drive as I was in incredible pain. So my mate's girlfriend drove. But since she's from the country, she drives like a fucking lunatic. So the drive home was like a roller-coaster ride. I fell off the back seat twice.

And then she drives back to her house, and I have to take the car back to my place. I drove incredibly slowly, but was hung-over, in pain and could barely see out of one eye. I eventually got home and decided to cut my losses and go to bed. But every time I drifted off, I turned to my natural sleeping position on my right-hand side and as soon as the open wounds hit the pillow, I woke straight up. I awoke the next morning and had to peel the pillow off my bloody, scabbing-over face.

That was an awesome day.

Oh, and I still have the scars.

kfallon

itsmereally wrote: »

Trying to get home for my brothers wedding from Carlisle in England a few years back....flight was leaving Edinburgh (2 hours away) at 5pm...the day unfolded like this....

Tuesday, 9.30am..
..get to train station, discover i've been given the wrong time, train not going til 12. Politely informed that we women don't understand train timetables, and that's how the mistake was made, not Virgin telling me the wrong time...!

1.30 On train about 25mins outside of Edinburgh, it's announced there's been a landslide up ahead and the train has to divert to Glasgow Central.
2.00 Get to Central, told train for Edinburgh leaving Glasgow Queens in 15mins (it's a 2min walkaway)
2.10 Have ticket for Edinburgh, slightly drenched due to torrential rain, go into cafe to get a cuppa, come back out in time to see the screens flashing message :due to flooding on the tracks, trains are cancelled til further notice.
2.30 Am told trains now going to go from Queens instead.
2.35 Soaked again en route to Queens, to discover fcukers lied, no trains leaving from anywhere!
2.40 Ring home, manage to get re-booked on 8pm flight.

3.00 Am told buses going from Buchanan Station, walk there with floodwater halfway up my shins, soaked through, with my bag on wheels also wading through the river that is the footpath...
4.15 Huge queues for buses, end up wringing out my clothes like everyone else as the bus tries 5 different routes to get out of Glasgow, and see a city bus stranded in floodwater up to the top of its wheels.

6.20: Get into Edinburgh & onto airport bus. It's not raining there.
7pm: Get to airport, shivering, but delighted I'll be home in a few hours...
7.10: Book in just in time, head straight for bar. Pint in hand when announcement is made "Due to electrical faults, no flights will be leaving until 11pm"
7-11.30: Go between bar and info. desk to check for updates.

11.30: Flight cancelled, bags all reclaimed, and start to search for a spot to sleep, still quite wet, despite my attempts to dry off under a hand dryer!
11.30-6am: Take almost 2 hours to fall asleep on cold tiled floor with damp clothes & bag as bed, brother rings an hour later to tell me how great I am for coming home for the wedding. I do not feel the love at the point in time... End up wandering round the airport many many times in an effort to not go mad. It fails...

6am: Bar opens, breakfast served with a pint!
7am: Check in for 8.45am flight, relax and go to departure lounge.
find out flight is delayed til 9.20. Start laughing uncontrollably. People back away....
9.40am Flight finally takes off....no further hitches
11am Get to arrivals lounge to see newspaper with picture of city bus now covered in water to the back window....glad I got out in time!

And of course, it was the middle of the feckin summer...:rolleyes:


TLDR? Landslide, floads, electrical faults and cancelled flights meant a soaked me overnighted in an airport, arriving in Dublin about 24 hours after leaving Carlisle, in the middle of summer.

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Was John Candy with you while all this happened.....

kaedan

The worst day of my life is to bad too adhere to the " .. light-hearted...."

Wompa1

I was in Hiroshima on August 6th 1945 and wouldn't ya know it I accidently locked myself out of the house. Boy did I have egg on my face!!

Wagon

Wompa1 wrote: »

I was in Hiroshima on August 6th 1945 and wouldn't ya know it I accidently locked myself out of the house. Boy did I have egg on my face!!

I just had a brilliant image of a playing flying over Hiroshima and dropping an egg.

And the plane is being flown by dolphins.

Sykk

Pdfile wrote: »

Worst day:

kick out of school

Granny Died

found a lump in my neither region....

:mad:

its all good though, im no lance armstrong

You do realize the spelling of your name leads to the annunciation of Paedophile, right?

pickarooney

You Sykk person! (did you notice your name looks like it might be pronounced as 'sick'?)

Frank Flynn

Right now, terrorists are planning to assassinate a presidential candidate. My wife and daughter have been kidnapped... and people that I work with may be involved in both. I'm Federal Agent Jack Bauer, and today is the longest day of my life.

mooman

Sykk wrote: »

You do realize the spelling of your name leads to the annunciation of Paedophile, right?

That was a psychological test. Only someone with the mind of a paedo would make that connection:pac:

Sykk

Hold on now a second, how'd this get all turned on me :pac:

Scuid Mhór

i joined boards.ie and sobbed all night.

bodun

minister poxbottle wrote: »

In a light hearted way i beat my old man to death with a shovel

What a playboy!