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: i live abroad so my mom likes to send me care packages. recently she included a small bottle, about the size of a tic tac box, of chinese pills. she told me that they have a very light laxative effect on her and are good for when bloated, but she likes a stronger effect so she takes 2 at a time. 

so after class, i decide to go for a small shopping trip for a few things at my local mall and also for some dinner. thinking these won't work for an hour or two anyways, i pop one of the pills (size of a tiny mint) in my mouth and down it with water. 

it's a 12 minute walk to the tram stop then a 15 minute ride to the mall. the walk goes by pretty quickly somewhere between getting on and getting off, i start having sharp abdominal pains. i curl up and rub my abdomen furiously trying to make the pain go away. eventually it subsides and i cheerfully enter the mall.

 my first destination is getting something to eat, so i head up to the food court and get some vegan lasagna and a brownie at the organic foods franchise. i down the lasagna but as i'm about to cut into the brownie i suddenly feel the blood drain from my face. i feel oddly nervous all of a sudden. i'm convinced it's nausea, so i jump out of my seat, throw out the brownie and head for the bathroom. i feel myself become paler with every step. the bathroom on this floor of the mall is over a 100 feet away and even in trying to walk quicker i'm convinced i'm moments from bursting, the pressure is building exponentially in my body. i finally reach the door, run inside and just as i slam the stall shut i feel my whole body just let go. 


fuck. 

i hurriedly peel my pants down and attempt to sit on the toilet to contain any of this, but it's very much too late. 


i want to kill my mother.


i call my roommate. no matter how much i try to clean up the mess in the stall... there's no way i can leave this stall. i have no pants. i stuff them down the garbage. i beg her to get into my pile of laundry and bring me the first pair of pants she can find. 


she comes after 20 minutes. i pay her back for the taxi. she finds me by the obvious clues. i've tried to clean up as much as i could but i still feel terrible for the poor soul who has to come and clean up the rest of this at the end of the day. 


fucking laxatives.

TIFU by trusting my mom and her silly Chinese pills.