In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.

[EX Q]: Text: the actual fuck up was a week and a half ago, but i'm getting the stress today.

it all started off on that fateful evening a week and a half ago. i'm a part time produce clerk at a local grocery store and my job description is literally "clerking produce." so as a result of all the "clerking" i had done this particular shift i had a ton of boxes i need to dispose of in the store box crusher. 

now, despite having been employed there for over nine months i am not technically allowed to operate said machine because i'm not 18, i am 17 (i legitimately could not hurt myself with this thing if i tried; i can drive a car but cannot press a green button?). i talked to my manager previously about this, to which he replied that if i get in trouble, he didn't tell me it was ok, but he would over look it. 

so i loaded it up, pressed that amazing green button and as i was walking away i heard it. "hey, stop!" a manager, from a different department than my own approaches me. this manager also happens to be my girlfriend's mother. she takes her near minimum wage job way too seriously. "were you just operating that machine?"

think fast! holy shit this could be a firing offence. i don't want to lose my job.

"no."

holy fucking shit i just flat out lied to my girlfriends mom. why did i do that? fuck. i dwelled on it for a good 10 minutes and decided to man up and tell her i lied. she didn't buy it obviously, the crusher doesn't just crush whenever it feels like. so now have i not only lost the trust of a store manager but also my girlfriend's mom. swift aren't i? i

 had work a day after this shift and spent long hours on my day off doing the homework that my teachers gave me over the winter break. (fuck me, right?) this then allowed the possibility of accidentally sleeping in before my shift. which of course happened. i was a full hour late getting there. i apologized profusely, did my best work without using the box crusher, put in an extra hour of paid work, then volunteered on my own time right up until the stored closed to make sure everything was perfect, and i made sure my manager knew it. 

sunday rolls around. the day they post the schedules. i go in to check it, and i'm not on the schedule at all. my row of hours is completely just missing. he's really busy and a bit scattered so he's bound to make a mistake at some point right? so i go and talk to my manager about it. "oh yeah i just made that in two minutes, when do you work next? thursday? i'll talk to you about it then." it? something he can't talk about now? sounds suspicious, but ok. thursday rolls around. yup, that's today. keep in mind that it's already too late to change next weeks schedule because it's only 2 days until the schedule for the week after is due. so i work, do my best and all that, but my manager says nothing about it and is acting kinda weird around me. so i mention it to him. "oh ya, sorry [blah blah blah, i forget what he said because the way he said it made me super stressed that something was gonna happen] why don't you come in for three hours on saturday? any time between 8:00am and 4:30pm. as long as i'm here. you know what? just come in at 12:00 for 3 hours." 

this is where i'm at. i don't think my girlfriends mom ratted me out, but is possible due to the fact that she super serious about being in control of 4 cashiers. and i'm pretty sure that i made up for sleeping in, i mean it's the second time i've ever been late! but on saturday my manager for sure doesn't need any extra help, let alone help for only 3 hours. looks to me like i'm gonna get fired. which normally wouldn't be *that* big of a deal, but this store is the only job i can get within reasonable distance of my house and i need work experience, a good reference, and a car to get to my next job up. i'm pretty fucked as far as i can see. why else would i go in for 3 hours?

 

update: i got fired. fuck. but it was nothing that i had expected. the employees bathroom is a shit stained mess plastered in graffiti. some recent "art" contained a ton of swearing in it. half sarcastically i wrote below it "watch the language please" and my employer found that it matched my other printing. i straight up told the truth about it and he didn't care to give any second chances.

so basically i got fired for asking my coworkers not to swear
[EX A]: i lied and slept and now i'm gonna get fired

[EX Q]: Text: it all began with a day at disneyland in california. in high school, i had the physique of a flag pole. you know the type, a tall and skinny dude. i was having a cheery ol' time. the day was coming to an end, so my group of four sat on a brick planter near downtown disney to wait for the rest of the group to arrive. a guy and a girl were seated on the planter, while i and a friend faced them standing, close together. the girl, who was directly in front of me, was innocent-looking and two years younger than the rest of us and i only met her that day. as i said, i am skinny, so i need to wear a tight belt to keep my pants up. after walking around all day, my pants dropped down slightly, so i looked like i was 'sagging' (i would never do this knowingly). we were having a normal conversation and my sitting friend gets this idea...

bam! he leans over, grabs my jeans, and pantses me. remember my tight belt? my boxers come down too. i am standing, with my trousers and undergarments around my ankles and my junk directly in the face of the seated, innocent girl in front of me. they gasp. obviously, my face turns red as i turn my pelvis away from her, only to realize that i am facing the main walkway to the entrance of the park. i quickly realize that there is no equilibrium between the girl and the people on the semi-crowded walkway; one gets cheeks, while the other gets junk. quickly, i reached down and pull my pants up, but they stop at the cheeks. o' good god. time stands still... i pull the end of the belt out of the belt loop, undo the buckle, loosen the belt, undo the pants button and then...... finally.......... pull up my pants.  my pantsing friend is loudly laughing his ass off. the other, stunned speechless. the girl's face is so red that it could be mistaken for a big tomato. i swear it took a good 30 seconds of me hopping around and yanking on my pants to accomplish the task. it's done. i'm tolerant of pranks, so i take a deep breath with an angry smile on my face begin to lecutre at the prankster, "oh my goodness!!! how could you??! blah.. geez blah blah blah..." ahhhhhh... good times. embarrassing times, but funny times.

edit: this guy was not a dick. it was the first and only time he did anything of the sort. it was an honest, funny accident.
[EX A]: i unintentionally put my willy in a girls face and in the view of the disneyland goers.

[EX Q]: Text: obligatory this happend 4 days ago, but i woke up with this terrible burning sensation in my right eye. straight up felt like someone put sand in my eye mixed with tabasco sauce. immediately took my contacts out, which were, mind you, basically *glued* to my eyeballs. 2 days pass with no sign of improvement, but now i notice that i have a grey spot on my iris, something that definitely wasn't there before. go to the eye doctor, who tells me that i have a *bacterial corneal ulcer* on my eye, and that it is imperative that i start taking my contacts out every night from now on. he tells me that the ulcer could potentially blind or hinder my eyesight in that eye. prescribes me $100 eyedrops, and sends me on my way.

just take your damn contacts out. it takes 10 seconds. now i look like i smoked a bunch of weed and have pink eye at the same time :|
[EX A]:
didn't take contacts out for 3 months, got ulcer on my eyeball that could potentially blind me.

