In my 8th grade choir class, all of my three friends were with me. They were loud, outspoken, with a bit of a mischievous side. While I was quiet, shy, and a goody two shoes. After a concert, we had gone to a local mall. Said mall had a very popular alt store with a very inappropriate adult back. (You know the one) I wanted nothing to do with it. Naturally my friends picked up on that. Instead of staying away, they had other plans.

To manhandle and physically drag me to the back of the shop with me trying to stop or slow them down with my heels and yelling. Full on old cartoon style.

My 14 year old self was promptly traumatized and to this day, at 20, i refuse to look in the back.

It’s early in the morning and my wife is getting ready for work, I’m up to to make her breakfast.

*me, walking into the kitchen*: “do you want a cut up apple?”

*my wife, horrified, standing in the doorway*: “do i want a /heated/ apple?!”

I have an autistic sibling who got upset and didn’t bring it up at a family event the previous night with several other siblings including myself. We’re all adults.
Said sibling harangues me and the other siblings in a group chat for hours before everything is resolved.
Autistic Sibling: I was just so upset about everything. I actually cried last night.
Me: I too have been crying.
Autistic Sibling: Omg, what happened!?
Me: … you’ve been yelling at me over text for hours.
Autistic Sibling: Oh. Right.

This happened when I was fourteen.
I was a child at the time, the “chubby-shy-polite” kind.
My father, who works at the airport, leaves me at the entrance, telling me to look for the registration desk and just go there.

I find it and hand my ticket to the attendant.
Attendant – “Here, it’s done, you’re good to go”.
Me (super shy) – “Thank you, where do I have to go now?”
Attendant (smiling) : “Just wait here”.

And she disappears through the back door.

As everyone goes away one by one, I guess something is wrong but I am alone and don’t know what to do.
I head to a help desk to get some information.
Me (red faced and terrified) : “Hello, I’m sorry but I have to reach my plane and don’t know where…”
Attendant (nicely) : “Oh… but … the flight did departure some minutes ago ! Why didn’t you go to the gate ?”

Then I realised the first attendant just made fun of me.
This crushed my heart.

I still blame this horrible person. I had been super polite and nice as usual, and she just left me there instead of just saying that the gate was at the other side of the airport. This was intentional and ridiculously mean.

I’m visiting an engineering show for my work, I’m tasked with talking to a few companies about their products , we managed to fond some great new suppliers at the last one. So we’ll worth the visit.

A group of teenage lads are ahead of me, they move stall to stall picking up all the freebies they can get.
Clearly the way they ignore the sales guys and don’t take any of the leaflets or paperwork, they don’t have any interest in the company itself. They just want to fill their pockets.

They stop at a stand I need to visit and I overhear the follow.

Lad 1: hey, can i have one of them?

Sales guy: the branded coffee cup?

Lad 1: yeah.

Sales guy: do you have a legitimate interest in the company or our products?

Lad 1: pff no.

(One of the other lads elbows him.)

Lad 1: I mean maybe. Yeah.

Sales guy: great, why dont we have a chat, we can start by taking your conpany name?

Lad 2: (pushing past his mates, clearly not listening to the conversation) can we have a coffee cup?

Sales guy: I’m sorry they are for actual potential customers.

(There is a lot of complaining and low level swearing from the group as they move away.)

Sales guy: sorry about that , how can I help?

Me: I was interested in hearing how your product “ABC” compares with the competitor product “XYZ”.

Sales guy: happy to help, please take a seat.

(We ended up having a great chat about everything their conpany has to offer and I identify some possible great savings. I make a bit of a point of not accepting any of the free pens or key chains he offers , but as I leave he asks if I wanted a coffee to go he brings it out in one if their (nicer ceramic branded cups) I even managed to walk passed the lads from earlier and I was sur I heard them whine about it.)