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: (ok, so this happened like 10 years ago)

when i was around 15 years old, a cousin and i went to a small amusement park here in our city one night. when we arrived there, she met another friend and the three of us hung out together. so, a couple of hours later, i'd realized my cellphone battery was dead and i had to call my dad and tell him i was going to be a little late 'cause we were going to drop someone on our way home.

beggining of the fuck up:

the other girls with me didn't own a phone (yes, 15 year old kids without mobiles, look at that) and i decided to call from a payphone. there wasn't one. across a pretty busy avenue, there was a gas station. so i went there and looked for a payphone. nothing there too, so i just asked a guy who worked at the gas station if he could borrow me his phone. at this point, i was just thinking that my dad would be pissed off if he knew i crossed a busy street and got a stranger's phone to call him up.

the huge fuck up: 

so i told him it was my friend's brother cellphone. got back to the amusement park, and waited for our ride. we were a little late, i got home probably one hour after i've talked to my dad. 

when i get home, it looked like someone has died. the atmosphere was so heavy. my sister was crying, my mom looked like she has seeing a ghost. they look at me and say "are you fucking crazy? where were you? are you out of your mind???", as i was trying to understand what the fuck had happened. 

my mom, yelling at me, said that my dad decided to call back that number to ask me something. remember that guy from the gas station? he had forgotten about this random girl asking him to make a phone call, says he doesn't know any gi (that's me) or marina (that's my friend, supposedly that number was her brother's) and that my dad called the wrong person. he tries to call my number, without any success. he tried to call the guy back, but the dude would just hang off. by this point, he is pretty much freaking out. he thought i had being taken and he had just talked to the kidnapper. he got in his car and went after me all across the city.

back to the house, i was fucking shaking and crying while waiting for my furious dad. i close my bedroom's door, and just listen those heavy footsteps and could pretty much hear the steam coming out of his ears. almost shat myself. he rushes to my room and starts yelling at me like an angry cartoon character. he raises his hand and give me a huge slap on my leg, leaving a pretty red mark on my thigh. i cry all night saying that my dad didn't love me anymore. everyone at my house didn't talk to me for a week. 

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10 years later, i was telling this story at a family dinner, everybody laughing so hard. the best part? my father didn't remember anything. 

selective memory, maybe he was very traumatized.

TIFU by pretending I was calling from a friend's cellphone and making my family temporarily hate me