Definition: 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.
Input: Text: like most tifu's, this did not occur today.

in a former life i was a nightclub manager in the heart of sydney. locals will know it as the infamous 'lockout' district. i dealt with the local police on an almost nightly basis and was on a first name basis with most of the licensing unit (the cops assigned to bars and clubs specifically).

on this fateful monday venue management is having our weekly catch up with marketing. marketing lets us know they have booked an event aimed at gay middle eastern men. cool, new crowd, new revenue stream and it fills a big hole in the event calendar.

marketing does let us know that the guy running this event (commonly called a promoter) is experienced, professional but personality wise is somewhat erratic and prone to over-reacting to small things. not a problem, we've dealt with far worse.

so wednesday rolls around and marketing texts me that there's an issue: threats have been made against this event. the promoter is really worried - apparently he's pretty sure he knows who issued the threats (but has no proof) and is concerned for the safety of staff and the patrons.

his prediction is the the person making the threats will send in a 3rd party, unknown to anyone there, who will play nice with security to get in the door and only cause trouble once the event is in full swing. big fucking knives on a crowded, dark, loud dance floor kind of trouble.

so i contact local police and let them know the situation. given we only have vague threats and no proof at this point we ask for a uniformed presence to be in the area to deter any troublemakers, as well as be nearby if the shit does hit the fan.

7.30 friday rolls around, doors open at 8. as i'm setting up the door i notice not only a uniformed presence, but groups of 4-5 police every 200 meters or so, just roaming the street. seems like overkill for one potential troublemaker, but it's not uncommon to see a lot of uniforms out if there's a footy game or festival or other  big event with a large number of people heading into town after to kick on.

it's at this point i personally meet the promoter for the first time. he's not 'slightly erratic' as marketing warned, he's a fucking jittery whirlwind who talks a mile a minute and squirrel is very easily squirrel distracted. we shake hands, chat about the plans for the night and i give him a final run down of a few house rules and legal requirements we have to abide by.

it's at this point the aforementioned licensing cops roll up, which is good timing because i was about to go over the threats made and their exact nature with the jittery whirlwind. so i introduce him to officers 1, 2 and 3 and ask him to go over exactly what's been said by who.

he begins by saying the threats were made on facebook and he has screenshots. he pulls out his tablet to show us.

>see here, here and here? i don't know this guy but the profile picture is someone else i know and he's been all over the event page telling me he's going to get it shut down. that's a threat. we've been threatened. i'm really worried about this, i don't want anyone getting stabbed by this psycho or his hit-men.

we all just stop and stare. you see, this kind of shit is really, really common. it's usually a rival event or promoter trying to sabotage their competition. the oldest, dirtiest trick in the book is to call the cops, tell them the headlining dj or band is a drug dealer or carrying a gun or whatever. said entertainer gets detained, sometimes for an extended period, which essentially kills the event. officer 1 looks me in the eye. officer 2 is dumbfounded. officer 3 breaks the silence.

>you're telling me this is all over some facebook bullshit? we've pulled in officers from other parts of town for this!

it's then that i realize all those cops i saw aren't out for a footy game or a festival crowd, they're out because this crazy son of a bitch said his *gay middle eastern* event had received threats. post 9/11. and because i was a known entity to local police and they know i'm not a fucking idiot they took it fairly seriously.

officer 1 looks me in the eye again and motions me to one side to speak privately. as i'm walking off i hear officers 2 and 3 berating this idiot for wasting their time.

i *immediately* begin apologizing. i had no idea. he said there were knives and hit-men involved. he never told me, or marketing, that this was facebook bullshit. he just said they'd been threatened.

officer 1 shakes his head, takes a few steps away and gets on his radio. within 20 minutes there's not a cop to be seen.

i find out the following week, via a phone call from the venues owner, who was on holiday and none too pleased to be dealing with this bullshit, that my call had in fact met the criteria for a low level terror alert, and in the future i'd better be real fucking sure i do my due diligence and investigate any 'threats' made before calling the police.

TIFU by accidentally calling in a terror alert