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: today started great, everything was going my way. i have been pretty broke recently due to a failed business plan, and honestly life just felt like it was out to get me. but i had decided i wasn't gonna let circumstance get me down, i'm tired of being a victim. anyways i am broke, as in, no money. however i get a text message from my girlfriend today saying, "hey rrocket_sauce! i just put $5 in your bank account." awesome sauce, i'm going to get breakfast materials. i head to the local trader joe's and i start doing my thing. after stretching my $5 as far as $5 can go, it's time to start the process of picking my check stand line. now mind you, it's 10am at this point, so of the 4 check stands open, they hardly have any lines at all. upon completing my reconnaissance, i can see there is only 1 person qued up in each line, except for one line, where there is just one person, *who i thought* was just finishing up. (wrong). i pick this line and i am committed. but what i start to realize is this lady in front of me picked out a lot of shit. and it's fruits and shit that all needs to be counted. and whilst this shit needs to be counted, i'm watching the checker chat this bitch up like he's on his god damned lunch break! hands hardly moving, mind does not appear to be counting and on top of it all the lady is futily trying to open and set up her reusable grocery bags in attempts to bag her own groceries, which due to the impromptu first date that they're apparently on, isn't happening. meanwhile, as i am watching all this unfold, the rest of me is analyzing my options. to my immediate right i notice a check stand that is moving. at one point there is no one in line to the right, save for the one person starting their checkout. however as i contemplate whether or not my guy is ever going to wrap things up, someone moves in before i pull the trigger. and immidiately another person jumps in line behind him. "no worries" i think, "my dude is taking her cash, this is almost over." no chance. he is now starting to help her bag her worthless shit groceries. about this time i look over and see that another check stand is opening up and the checker calls to the newest member of the line to my right, he leaves and i have made up my mind. i am taking his spot. committed, i switch to the line to my right, with now only one person finishing checkout in front of me. the moment i do this a young girl takes my place in my old line, sets her things down and my former guy goes straight to ringing her up without hesitation. before i finally begin my checkout at my new check stand my old line had serviced the young girl and one other customer, and a whole other check stand had opened up, served a customer and started another. by my count a total of 7 people were serviced, all in spots in lines that were available to me at any given moment before i began my checkout. although, as rough of a seven minutes as it was, i was resolved. i was not to be a victim. i took my loaf of bread, peanut butter and 5 bananas with me as i headed to my car conveniently parked on the street right outside the door. only to look up at my car as i heard the sound of metal crashing into metal as i watched some meth head on a rampage smash his huge old nasty pickup truck into the side of my car. never to stop and exchange information, never to say sorry, just demo'd my 94 ford escort and drove off into the late morning sun... upon inspection my car is wrecked beyond repair. my front wheel was almost completely ripped off... some days are better than others.

 

edit: i should probably mention to my sympathetic redditors that it truly was a throw away car and not my only car, my gf was helping me out till i got a pay check from my other job and i was mostly amused by the whole thing.

edit 2: but that god damned checker...

Tifu by picking the wrong line at the grocery store