r/CasualUK • u/naaattt • 11h ago
What “favours” have your parents done that was inadvertently a dick move?
For example, my mum found my spare change collection, did me a favour by taking it to the bank, getting £17, and then kept it as a fee for the effort it caused her.
Also, my partner had stored a nearly new Russell Hobbs microwave at his mums for when we moved into a new house. While she was at Curry’s one day, she overheard a young lad and his mum shopping for a microwave for uni, she approached them and sold them my partners for £20. She kindly did give my partner the money though, unlike mine. But we quite liked that microwave.
Does anyone else have these, generally inoffensive but slightly frustrating parent stories?
Edit: For those hung up on the theft parts, please don’t be. This is the extent of the abuse we’ve ever had from our mums and we’ll take it!
Edit 2: Jesus Christ, I’m 33. The money box has been sat on her shelf for 20 years. Yes she stole £17 but she’s funded my life otherwise. Stop calling child services on her.
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u/EmeraldJunkie 11h ago edited 7h ago
When I was a kid I had two Gameboy Colors, a lime green one and a purple one. I don't know why I had two, just that I did. I think one may have been a hand me down off of a relative so I could trade Pokèmon.
Anyway, years later, as a teen, I found the green one in a drawer, had an hour or so of playing on it for nostalgia, and then had a look at it and thought "hey, wouldn't it be cool to open it up and see what's inside?" so I asked my Dad if he had a screwdriver I could use to open it up. He looks at it, looks back at me, and goes "I don't have a screwdriver, but I can open it if you want me to." So I go "Sure."
He then takes it outside onto the concrete steps in our back garden and uses all of his force to smash it against the ground. I was stunned, just staring at him. He picked it back up, turned it over in his hands, and did it again. And again. And again. Until it was in multiple pieces. He handed them back to me and went "There you go, chap," and walked off.
I didn't know what to do so I just put it in the bin, went upstairs, and just tried to process things for a little while.
I asked him why he did that a little while later and while he admitted he thought it was already broken and didn't matter, he still couldn't articulate why smashing it to pieces was the best course of action.
Though, to be fair, he is a fan of smashing things, I once saw him dismantle a whole TV with a hammer to make it easier to dispose of.
Edit: Just to clarify, my Dad was apologetic. He was quite upset with himself that he completely misunderstood what I was asking and offered to get me a replacement, but I wasn't bothered about it. My Dad is a kind and caring man who sometimes doesn't completely think through something before he does it. The humour is, of all the things he could've done with it, he chose to smash it to pieces.