People Talk About The Time An Ignorant Person Challenged Them On Their Expertise.
They often say humility is a virtue. However, check out these individuals that were challenged to an activity they were secretly good at, only to later turn the tables on their opponents who had originally underestimated them. Just another reason why you should never prejudge the worth, value, or ability of people based on their looks alone.
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I played a lot of Mario Kart on the N64 when I was a kid. Years later, there was this one guy who would always beg the people around him to play, but no one ever wanted to. After a while, he proceeded to swear at all of them saying things like: "You are all just afraid to lose..."," No one can beat me...", etc. This went on for a while. One day, I finally heard enough.
I turned to him and said, "Show me what you got!" He sheepishly grinned completely unaware of what was about to come his way. I sat there bored and won every round. When the score reached 11:0 (with all of the wins as mine), he started getting pissed, especially because now everyone was watching and making fun of him for being such a show off earlier.
At one point, he just screamed and proceeded to press some buttons on my controller. I stood up and said, "Alright." I turned off the N64 and went for a smoke.
In high school, I was very athletic. I lettered all 4 years in baseball and football, played D1 college football, and baseball in the Cape Cod Baseball League. After college, I let myself go and slipped into depression and mental health issues. I gained a TON of weight. I was 5'10" and 375lbs. Physically, no one expected anything out of me. I looked like your stereotypical computer nerd, and I was a software engineer. So when people heard that, they didn't exactly think "athlete."
Well, my work had this softball league. My buddy, a few cubes over, was pissed his team wouldn't be able to field enough players. After asking everyone in our office, he reluctantly made his way over to my desk and invited me to play.
First at bat hit a home run (left field), second at bat also hit a home run (left field), and third at bat did the same (left field). Finally, I'm forth at bat. I told them I was going to hit an inside the park home run and everyone laughed. The outfield was playing everyone in center and left because, apparently, no one in our company softball league could hit the ball to the opposite field. I waited for an outside pitch, drove the ball down the first base line, and rounded the bases with ease at 375lbs.
I was challenged to a mechanical bull riding contest by an obnoxious pick-up artist type of guy who wouldn't leave my friends and me alone. What he didn't know was that I grew up on a ranch and literally put myself through college by starting young horses under saddle. So, I'm pretty good at staying on a bucking animal. He fell off in a few seconds, and I lasted almost 2 minutes. Since we were at a bar the operator had to start it on "easy." It took a while for it to be ramped up enough so that it was difficult for me. To his credit, he did leave us alone after because he left immediately.
My younger brother (who is 17 years younger than I am) challenged me to a game of Mortal Kombat. Little did he know, Mortal Kombat has been around 15 years before he was born. Just because he's 7 doesn't mean I held anything back.
I'm a classically/jazz trained pianist. I've been playing since I was 5 and have won state level competitions. I also played solo improv and in a combo ensemble at a local jazz lounge on weekend nights throughout high school. Needless to say, playing the piano is like second nature to me.
My freshman year in college, I was hanging out in the dining commons of my dorm. The dining commons had a mini grand in the corner that was occupied by a person.
My friends and I went up to him, and I politely asked if I could play for a bit after he was done. He looked us up and down and said, "I'm a music major, and I'm trying to practice." (in the snottiest tone possible) Now, keep in mind, I was not a music major at the time, and I hadn't played for a couple of months due to school, but I was still feeling confident in my abilities. A familiar feeling of competitiveness emerged from within me, and I asked him if I could take over the piano if I played a song of HIS choice after he was done. I told him any piece would work.
At this point, he was feeling confident that he was about to humiliate me. It was around 6 PM, so the dining common was full of fellow freshmen coming in for dinner.He looked at me and said, "Chopin Etude." I asked him, "Which one?" He looked surprised that I even knew that much. I was praying he doesn't choose the 5th out of the 24 which I couldn't play. Thankfully, he chooses the 12th etude in op. 10 and started playing it. He was actually pretty good, but his note accuracy was shaky in the left hand and his tempo wasn't quite up to speed. After banging out the last notes, he pushed his chair back and told me that it was my turn.
I swear I wasn't even warmed up, but what I proceeded to play was the best play through of that piece in my life. The left hand was clean, and my tempo was noticeably faster than his and more constant.
His face turned red when I finished, and he told me that I was pretty good. He started to walk away, but I stopped him and asked for his name. He told me it and then started to apologize. I told him that it was fine and asked him what floor he lived on. We actually ended up becoming pretty good friends and talked from time to time that year. He ended up transferring to a music school, though, after his second year.
My P.E. teacher challenged me to a match of table tennis in front of the entire class. However, we needed some supplies to play the game, so we had to delay it for a bit.
He later saw me actually playing during a a countrywide championship we had between schools and, thereafter, he preemptively surrendered.
I wasn't even that good, but I practiced and loved the sport for years and years. He was a moron whose entire coaching consisted of saying, "You got to spin the ball." So yeah, he was quick to leave.
I grew up in Minnesota. I spent a lot of time camping and was a forest ranger for a summer. Suffice to say, I'm pretty proficient with an ax and a crosscut saw. I moved out east where most of the people had never touched an ax before. We were having a large BBQ at one of our work events, and it required some wood to be split for a bonfire and cooking purposes. I went out back to take care of business. In the process of doing so, people started coming out to watch me chop. It was like they were seeing something only people in the movies could do. Plus, I was making it look easy. Soon enough, others wanted to give it a try as well. After a few swings and near misses, I had to take the ax away.
I was on a second or third date, and we were going out bowling. As we were parking, she started trashing talk about how good she was and how she was going to kick my butt. I didn't say anything and just opened my trunk and pulled out my bowling ball and shoes. The trash talking stopped mid-sentence and she just looked at me and said, "I'm going to regret everything I just said, right?" She did.
This guy was showing off at a party by playing chess and beating everyone. My husband told him to play a game against me and he was all smug about it, "I'll go easy on you, honey." Little did he know, I was on my varsity high school chess team. Yes, I was an awkward nerd. Let's just say I completely wiped the floor with him. However, he started saying how he was "going easy" on me. We played again, and I wiped the floor with him again. Then he started saying how he was better with black. Again, I wiped the floor with him. Guess what he did next? He threw the chess board on the floor and drunkenly complained that I was cheating.
I was on holiday with my family when I was about 12. We were at a resort with a Kids Club. I was hanging out with these three other guys. Two of them were older, more developed, and quite sporty guys. The other kid, who was my age, was an obnoxious little brat. We decided to play a game of tennis (doubles). The two older kids wanted to play together. The obnoxious kid had a tantrum because he didn't want me as his partner. I was small, skinny, and not very sporty looking at all, but I'd played competitive tennis for years. He didn't have much to say when I basically carried him through the entire match.
During a three-person interview, I fielded the technical questions well and answered all of them. It was for my first job in IT as a service desk technician. Finally, at the end of the interview, the engineer flippantly asked me a question about artillery and fall of shot. He clearly did not read that part of my resume which showed my service in the US Navy involving shooting artillery.
I looked at him and asked if I could have a range table and some scratch paper and a pencil, and I could get him in the ballpark. The brief look of utter confusion and then the loud laughter from the other two interviewers came as a real surprise to me as I thought he was just testing my resume credentials.
After 20 seconds of confusion (involving everyone), the main interviewer explained that it was just supposed to be a wild question to throw me off and to inject a little humor. I looked at my questioner again while maintaining a serious face and asked again, "Well, can I have my range table and scratch paper or not?"
I got the job.
The year after we graduated from high school, my best friend and I (both 18 at the time) used to go play pool at a busy pool hall in the city.
The rules was simple. If you controlled a pool table, you had to play all of the challengers. Challengers had to pay for the game (and usually bought a round of beer for everyone), and if they won, they got to control the table. Once you controlled the table, you got free games until another challenger beat you.
Guys would come down there and look around for the easiest table to take over. They'd see us. These two petite 18-year-old girls with long blonde hair, well-dressed, wearing makeup, drinking, etc. and would immediately stroll up to our table with their money clearly thinking that it was going to be an easy victory.
We looked young, dumb, and fresh out of school which is exactly what we were. However, what they also didn't know was that we had just spent 5 years attending a boarding school with a pool table and basically nothing else to do except for watch TV. So, we had both played pool pretty much every single night for years. We were total sharks. It was hilarious seeing how surprised they were.
I'm a bass player and am almost finished my degree in music. I have a lot of experience, and I know what Im doing. However, Im young, therefore, I dont always look like it. Often times, especially in the music stores around my area, the salesmen will just assume you suck and treat you terribly.
I was in a store once checking out the really nice and expensive basses when I asked the sales guy if I could play one of them. He gave me this condescending look and made some sheepish excuse as to why not- basically alluding to the fact that I wouldn't know how to take care of it or something like that.
Shortly after an incredibly difficult jazz fusion song that I had been slaving over learning for months came on over their speaker system. I asked him if I could play a cheaper bass and he agreed. Anyway, I played along to this track, didnt miss a beat, and the guy kind of just stopped and stared the whole time. Afterward, he said I could try out the expensive basses and had a whole different demeanor towards me.
I'm pretty good at chopping wood. My dad used to make me chop an unholy amount of wood growing up. I was at an acquaintance's house once, and he happened to mention how he had a pile of logs that needed to be cut and split.
This guy was huge, from Idaho, and a firefighter with the Bureau of Land Management. He also said that he was good at chopping wood, so we ended up trying to see who could chop more. We ended up splitting wood for almost 5 hours. Our piles were massive. We couldn't figure out who had actually chopped more, but I honestly didn't even care anymore because it was one of the only times I've ever gotten to show off my skills. Not to mention, I came out pretty even against a true beast of a man.
My old calculus teacher challenged me to a chess game. Little did she know, I'm an IM in chess (2430) and rarely lose a game. It ended with me mating her in twenty-one after a Kings Gambit (a chess opening) from myself. We had a wager on it where if she had won then I would never miss another homework assignment again, but if I won then I would never have to do another homework assignment.
At a range with iron sights, I had some really cocky guy challenge me to a shooting contest.
I was out there with this new radical that had iron sights placed on it, and my buddy wanted me to get the sights correct, make sure it shot straight, and pretty much just double-check that everything was alright. So, I was putting it through its paces at the 100, 200, and 300 yard range targets, and it was consistent about an inch of spread for each 100 yards, which is not great, but it wasn't terrible either for the day.
I'm sitting there when this guy comes up, who I've never seen at this range before, and he wants to have a small shooting contest at the 500s. He has this nice Daniel's 10x scope floating barrel, and I'm like, "Are you joking?" His set up was probably about $2000+ while the one I was using might've been around $500.
He was like, "No no no, not at all. Heck, who ever wins can buy the other lunch." I went ahead and asked him how long he had been shooting for, and how long he'd had that rifle. He'd been shooting for 2 years and had that rifle for 6 months. So, I accepted his bet.
At the range, the temperature was about 90 degrees in 80+% humidity, 6mph from 278, and the pressure was around 30.5 hg, and it wasn't even 11 AM yet.
We agreed on 5 shots each counting with 3 shots for calibrating, the 5 closest to the center would be counted. I took my 8 shots and came out with 49/50 points, and his 8 shots got him 32/50. At this point, I had to ask him where in the world was he normally shooting at.
His answer, Florida. At an indoor gun range where the targets had small objects on them to calculate the "distance." He had no idea about the differences that the conditions outside made. He did keep his word, though, and I got a free lunch. I pulled out my range logs, did some nice math for him, and taught him while we ate.
I've played golf since I was 8. These days, I'm a 2-handicap. All this means is that I shoot 2 strokes over Par during an average round, Par being what a pro golfer would shoot on a given course, and that's with playing maybe 10 times a year. So, I'd like to think I'm still pretty good. I'm also not what most people would think of when they think of "golf." I'm a short nerd with a bunch of tattoos and a casual demeanor.
My dad's the one who got me into golf, and he plays in an evening league. It's nothing really serious. You go out, pay $20, and play like 9-holes after work on Thursdays. They keep point totals throughout the summer for each team. We play "match play" which means whoever wins on a certain hole gets 1 point. Tie and each player gets half a point. At the end of the round, the winner is the player with the most points. I've played in this league since I was 15, when I was on my school's golf team, and nearly everyone there knows me and I know them. It's a fun group of guys getting sloshed and playing golf after work. Nobody takes it too seriously.
One night, we're out playing near the beginning of the season when this new team joins. One of the guys on the other team seems cool, but the other one is a cocky d-bag. He's wearing a complete golf outfit while everyone else is in jeans and a t-shirt (there's no dress code required for the afterwork league). We pair off, and he wants to play me. While we're waiting, I overhear him talking to his partner about how he's going to make some easy points against this kid blah blah blah. I was around 24 at the time. He comes up and says, "Well, let's see if you can keep up." Okay, sure.
We start off and it's going well for me. I win the first 2 holes no problem, and I can already tell that he's getting upset. In golf, your biggest enemy is always yourself. You might play against other people, but ultimately only you can affect your game. Nobody else can make you hit a terrible shot, and there are no teammates to place the blame on. It's one of the major problems that people have when learning golf. You have to just let bad shots go, or they'll drag you down and make you do terribly. If you have anger issues, golf can be extremely challenging. This is not something that I do often, but if you're subtle, you can easily poke and prod people like this guy into a fit of rage with some simple little comments. I've done it during tournaments before and had great success.
On the third tee, I hit my drive and it fades a bit right, along the tree line, but it's nothing I haven't hit out of before. This guy goes, "Just a bit right!"
He gets up, swings, and duffs his shot into the pond to the front left side of the tee box. I go, "Dang, just a little short?" Cue a look of pure rage form this guy. He starts losing his mind. I mean I can see the veins bulging at his temple. He hits another shot, and this one turns out alright. I win the hole as expected.
All through the round, this guy keeps getting in his own head, hitting bad shots when all he has to do is take a moment, relax, and trust his swing. I don't really say anything because once someone's in their own head your work is done. I wind up winning the first 8 holes.
On the last hole, he has a 15 foot putt to beat me but misses it by about 2 feet. Normally, if this guy had been cool, I would have just told him to pick the ball up and take the tie. But... screw him. This is supposed to be a fun afterwork league made up of friends. He needed to learn some humility, so I make him putt it. He lips it out and misses. I win 9-0.
His face goes fire engine red. He walks to his bag and starts hitting it repeatedly with his putter before bending it over his knee and throwing it into a nearby pond. He was nearly crying because he was so angry. It was just a melt down of epic proportions. I laughed and said to his partner, "Man, your friend sure does like to win? Tough break." He just shrugs in embarrassment.
After the round, this guy shows up to turn in his scorecard and basically gets ribbed by just about everyone who heard what the final score was. He has a total meltdown and yells in the faces of a couple of people. The people running the golf course come out and tell him to leave and never come back and that his team should find a replacement because he's banned. He storms off, gets in his giant truck, and speeds off. Never to be heard from again.
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Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
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My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
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Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
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How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
Dogs and ChocolateGiphy
I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.