In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.

Ex Input:
Text: it was a beautiful friday afternoon and what a better way to kick off the weekend than some good ol fashioned marijuana inebriation. i roll up a cannon of some of bcs finest dank, crack a beer and head for my apartment balcony, which has a decent view of the shimmering snow-capped mountains.  

it should be mentioned that my building manager was super strict about smoking on the balcony, like i'll evict you if i catch you kinda strict, and it just so happened that she lived in the unit right below mine. however, i'd been at home for a couple hours and couldn't hear her music, which is usually the telltale sign that she is home. i 'd also tested the waters a couple times in the past and she didn't mention anything about funny smells. i'm also an idiot.  

so anyways,  i'm sitting on the chair puffin away on this thing and i'm pretty stoned at this point. so stoned in fact,  that i drop my lighter, it bounces off my foot, skeeters through a 2 inch gap in the patio glass, and off my balcony. to my horror, i look over the edge and lo and behold: smack dab in the middle of my building managers balcony is my bright red lighter. 

now the marijuana paranoia is kicking in: surely she's gonna know i was smoking, i'm the top floor so there's nowhere else it could've come from, i'm gonna get myself and my girlfriend evicted. i start brainstorming and i come up with the great idea to dangle a long piece of dental floss with some duct tape on the end and fish it out. i go inside to make the contraption and when i return, it has started raining. i feed the line down and it takes a couple minutes for the line to stop swaying, but it finally catches the lighter. i carefully start reeling it in, but the rain has made the lighter slippery and the tape isn't sticky anymore. i try for several minutes but the lighter keeps dropping. time for a new plan. i frantically scan my living room and poking it's head out from the closet is our vacuum cleaner. it was worth a shot.  

so there i am, a 27 year old man dangling a fucking vacuum cleaner by the cord over the edge of his balcony in broad daylight,  and i'm higher than giraffe pussy. after several minutes of fighting with the same pendulum effect as the floss,  i finally suck onto the lighter and to my amazement, my plan works. as i'm hoisting the vacuum cleaner and lighter up, and i'm thinking what a friggin genius i am, right then i notice a lady on the street. yup, it's my building manager, hands full of grocery bags, and she's looking at me with the most bewildered wtf expression i've ever seen.  

naturally she knocks on my door, inquiringly as to why the fuck i'm vacuuming her balcony from above, and my weed brain comes up with the most ridiculous excuse, i couldn't even believe i was saying this as the words are coming out of my mouth: "sorry, i've been diagnosed with severe ocd and have a debilitating cleaning compulsion. i noticed some leaves on your deck and i couldn't hold myself back."  

amazingly she bought it after staring at me dumbfounded for what seemed like forever, and that's how i almost got evicted for vacuuming my building managers balcony.

Ex Output:
TIFU by dropping my lighter


Ex Input:
Text: this actually happened today, about an hour ago. i'm an electrician, and we were doing work on some lights for a local retail store. everything in the building is 277v, and i've been shocked by that much before, so no big deal right? i'm working above a drop ceiling, surrounded by metal, yet i decided in my haste to finish that i didn't want to waste time finding the breaker and turning the lights off. huge mistake. i'm still not sure exactly what got me because i had the hot and the neutral both covered with wire nuts, but it sure as hell got me. one second i'm installing this ballast, and the next i'm in excruciating, shocking pain. the current grabbed me from my left  hand on one side to my right hand on the other. the electricity just kept surging through me over and over and over, and my muscles were locked, so i couldn't break away. somehow i was able to focus, about 6 seconds in to being shocked almost to death, and i jerked both my hands downward in an attempt to break free of the current. i was on a 6 ft ladder, so when i broke free i was off balance. i kicked the ladder out from under me while simultaneously pushing the television set right in front of me so as to distance myself from the sharp tv stands. i landed on my feet, but instantly fell to the ground right after landing. my whole body hurt. my arms, hands legs, feet etc, and i felt as if i had just cheated death. the only conscious thoughts i was able to bring up as i was being shocked were, "holy shit, i'm gonna die. i'm gonna keep getting shocked until my heart stops and there's nothing i can do." by far the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. next time, to make absolutely sure this can't happen again, i'll turn the god damn lights off.

Ex Output:
TIFU by leaving the lights on


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Text: long story short, i came across an amazing job listing a few weeks ago. i met all the qualifications and then some. the listed salary is fantastic and the benefits are even better so i e-mailed them a resume and some of my work. so i get an e-mail two weeks after submitting my resume stating "are you okay for a phone interview at 3:00 today?", which i of course replied "yes" to. this being such a great opportunity for me, i go through about an hour of preparation. i set my desk up nice and tidy even though the interviewer could not see me, got a glass of water and did some stretches.

i get the call and about 2/3 of the way into the phone interview i get a bit too happy about how great the job and interview seems to be going and get a bit too comfortable. the interviewer (in this case, the coo of the company) states that the office attire is casual and that he's currently wearing shorts. i respond by saying "that's fucking great". immediately my brain goes from organized and professional into spaghetti spiller mode and i say "oops" instead of "excuse me". there was a second of silence that felt like hours. a few seconds after, while he's still asking me questions my dog hears someone ring the doorbell and starts barking out of control. i run over to him and force him to go outside by grabbing him all the while he's still barking.

the interview finished with him asking me if i had any more work i could show him. even though it has been a handful of hours since the interview, i'm still going crazy about it and can't stop beating myself up over the incident. i really, really hope they at least give a chance at an in-person interview.

Ex Output:

TIFU by cursing during my job interview.


