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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Gloomy-Attention8365 on 2025-05-03 20:41:08+00:00.
This happened a couple of years ago, but it still haunts me.
I had been dating this girl for about two months. Things were going well, and one evening she invited me over to her parents’ house for dinner — classic “meet the family” night.
I was nervous but ready. Dressed nicely, brought wine, practiced polite small talk. Everything was going fine.
Then her mom served chili. With beans. And jalapeños. I’m not the biggest chili guy, but I was in impress mode, so I ate two full bowls, then dessert, then coffee, then a tiny bit of liquor for digestion. What could go wrong?
Ten minutes later, my stomach whispered: “We ride at dawn.”
I politely excused myself and went to the bathroom. What followed was… an event. A natural disaster. The Devil’s Orchestra.
It was loud. It was long. It echoed. The bathroom was small, the walls were thin, and the conversation in the living room stopped. They heard. They definitely heard.
Traumatized but trying to recover, I flushed. Nothing. Flushed again. Still nothing. The toilet was clogged.
I opened the cabinet — no plunger. Looked around — nothing. Except… a plastic cup on the sink.
Desperate, I used the cup as a makeshift plunger. At this point I’m sweating like I’m in a hostage situation. I try to push the blockage down with the cup, and in the process… the cup slips from my hand and falls into the toilet.
Yes. I clogged my girlfriend’s parents’ toilet with chili, shame, and a plastic cup.
I had to make a decision:
- Flee the country
- Own up to it
I chose the second one.
I stepped out, red-faced, and her dad just stared at me like a disappointed judge. He asked, “Everything okay in there, son?” I just said: “Not really…”
The next day, my girlfriend texted me:
“So… my dad had to call a plumber. But he said at least you were honest.”
We’re still friends. I’ve never been back to that house. And I will never eat chili at a family dinner again.
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TL;DR: Ate too much chili at my girlfriend’s parents’ house, destroyed their bathroom, clogged the toilet, dropped a plastic cup in it trying to fix it, and left them with a plumber’s bill and a story they’ll never forget.