- [Narrator] Everyone makes
mistakes, but some people, well, some people make
mistakes that are, um... I mean, (inhales) their
thought processes are just... Oh, come on, we're all thinking it: You had one job! Just put the mustard in the mustard pump, and the mayonnaise in the mayonnaise pump. The pumps are even labeled! How did you do this? How? (inhales) Okay, before I
lose my cool completely, let's take a look at even more
people who had one simple job and somehow still screwed it up. (light suspenseful music) - Whoa. (bell dings) - [Narrator] Road painting, it looks like it'd be a simple
job to get right every time, be it marking straight
lines on straight roads, painting curbs, or writing words. Not even hard words at that, basic words, because drivers using the roads need to be able to process them quickly. For example, thanks to the
big bright yellow letters used here, drivers can clearly
tell this is a "Sus stop." Hmm, I think whoever painted this has been playing a bit
too much "Among Us." That said, whoever painted this sign in Scarborough over in England, needs, ironically, English lessons. "No Entey." "No Entey." Big "two-year-old learning
to talk" energy there. Though, I reckon even a
two-year-old might have figured out that this isn't how
you re-paint the curbs. Is this a prank? Was there a sign out warning people not to park their cars here because the curbs were being painted, and the owner of this car ignored it? Or did this painter just
wake up this morning and choose violence? Well, whatever he did, this
next road painter woke up, took one look at these
palm leaves in the road, and decided moving them was
not in his job description. What makes it even better is that instead of fixing the mistake, someone else came along and
added reflectors along it, no questions asked. When it comes to architectural design, it's important that hallways, pathways, and places people will move
along are free of obstruction. This is a memo that the
architect of this building clearly didn't get. I'm struggling to wrap
my head around this. I'm assuming the escalator
was installed first and then the wall, so someone
genuinely didn't question blocking this escalator off entirely, or they built the
escalator in after the wall and just called it a day? Now, I've done as much internet digging as I can on this image and have found nothing on its origin, and I simply have to know if this is real or if it's just a very good Photoshop. It infuriates me either way,
but I'll get more sleep tonight if there's even the slightest
chance it's not real. Speaking of Photoshop,
please, God, tell me this is. I really need to keep
faith in two things here. One, that the mechanics repairing this car didn't hike this jack up
so high it crushed the car. And two, that whoever made the jack wouldn't allow the lift to go that high. From all the blurring
and inconsistent details, I'm fairly convinced
this is a Photoshop job designed purely to give me anxiety. Good job. Consider your goal achieved. I hate you. I hate you so goddamn much. Now, I love nature. I like to think I know a lot about it. Heck, I've made hundreds of videos about every aspect of nature. But if you asked me to keep
a plant alive, no, sir. Not for a second. But if you asked me to paint
a wall with a plant near it, I'd at least have the
sense to move the plant, unlike whoever managed this
absolute god-tier example of a smooth brain in action. Was it really too hard to move the pot? Was it? Honestly, if I was responsible
for this, I'd die of shame. Looks like that plant already did. Not only am I terrible
of taking care of plants, I'm also cursed when it
comes to home improvements. Sure, I can change a lightbulb
or replace a fuse, just, but if you need me to mess with anything involving moving
parts, I am not your man. And neither is the person who
installed this door handle. Sure, from a glance, it looks
like a well-installed handle, until you realize it's been
put on the wrong way round. Either that or this is a door that's designed to never close. Okay, as bad as I am at DIY, I think even I would have
been able to get this right. I mean, I say this, but there are other more
obvious examples of things I think are super obvious that some other people have no clue about. For example, did you
know that not all doors are the same size? I'm not being facetious, I'm
asking a genuine question. Did you know that not all
doors are the same size? Please, type in the comments below: Are all doors the same size or not? I'm gonna say about 99%
of people just said, "Yes, "I know all doors are not the same size." Why only 99%? Because this Reddit user who ripped out the front door of his home and bought a new one without
measuring it at any point, genuinely assumed (breathes deeply) all doors are the same size! I swear, some of you need
school, or Jesus, or both. You hungry? Me too, all the time. Shall we order something? Hey, can't go wrong with a
classic pepperoni pizza, right? Right? Oh, sorry, my bad, I briefly
forgot what video this was. Uh, it seems the pizzeria
heard these patrons order "one pepperoni" and somehow took that to
mean one slice of pepperoni, instead of one pepperoni pizza. (phone dialer beeping) Hello, police? I need to report a crime, a pizza crime. Well, it's criminally dumb. Hello? All right, pizza might
have been a stretch, but how about a cheeseburger? Just meat, cheese, and a
little bit of lettuce in a bun. Not hard at all. Just put everything in the bun. Okay, when I said "everything," I didn't literally mean everything. Somehow, this poor customer
got a printed label that I'm guessing was
meant to go on the box, not in their bun. But I guess it could have been worse, the ink could have been
printed directly on their bun, like this? I like to think I'm benevolent in my understanding of mistakes. I mean, I do at least try and figure out how things could possibly have happened. But this? This has me stumped. Okay, well, that doesn't happen often, so let's assume this was oversight because nothing could
possibly get weirder than... Hold up. Is that a McDonald's burger
box filled with tartar sauce? Wait, someone posted online they ordered a cheeseburger at McDonald's, and just straight-up got a box
full of tartar sauce instead? All right. Okay. I'm digging deep. I'm guessing someone else ordered that apocalyptic amount
of extra tartar sauce, which usually goes on the Filet-O-Fish, and mixed the boxes up. Hey, it's a one-off, that makes sense. You know what doesn't make sense? That it happened to someone else who'd ordered chicken nuggets. Never mess with a man's nugs. Never. Never ever. With the way street
engineering is designed, workers and contractors
constantly need access to subsurface elements, so they
install things like manholes and easily liftable concrete lids. These occasionally overlap
with pre-existing elements, like tactile paving, but that's okay, because
they're essentially just cutting a piece out of the concrete, and can put it back the same... Why have they done this? There are exactly two options here: The worker had a 50%
chance of getting it right. I'd say maybe he was blind,
maybe that's his excuse. But that's tactile paving. It's designed specifically for the blind. Okay, calm down. Calm down. (puffing) It's fine, it can be switched back around. It's not like someone
laid asphalt over a... Oh. Okay. Well, now I don't know what to say. Asphalt is usually scraped
into place by hand, though sometimes a specialized roller can be used to distribute the
hot tarry substance evenly. Even so, how do you
miss, or not miss, this? Okay, well, if it was laid by a vehicle, I can sort of understand how
they might have missed it. It looks like a complex machine,
maybe they were distracted, and manholes are kinda small. This, on the other hand? That's an entire car. A machine can't have done that. Someone would have literally
had to manually lay asphalt over this car as they
were laying the road. Wait, this looks weirdly blurry, and the texture is wildly inconsistent. It's Photoshop. Phew! Okay, think I just felt some
of my sanity return there. Though I don't think it'll last long. If you hadn't guessed already,
I'm pretty competitive. How about you? Do you love the feeling of coming in 1st? 2nd place doesn't feel as good, but coming in "3st" is worse. Yeah, 3st. You know, 3st place? What, 3st place isn't a thing? Then please kindly explain this. I'm not entirely sure what happened during the medal-making process here, but it clearly happened
between 3rd and 1st. Wait, if there's a 3st place, does that now mean there's a 1rd place medal out there somewhere? God, if there is, I'm happy being a loser. On a hot day, nothing beats the heat like a delicious scoop of ice cream. Although, if you're
ordering from this place, I'd double-check what
they're making it with. The sign says "Mango," and
the color looks like mango, but it's- it's an avocado. I mean, I guess an avocado and
a mango are a similar shape. They're even a similar
color on the outside and have a large stone at their center, but that's definitely
an avocado, not a mango. Is this ice cream shop trying
to gaslight its customers? Or is it that whoever made this sign genuinely did not know the difference? If it's the latter, I really don't envy that guy's taste buds. This may sound odd, but I have a personal
hatred against turnstiles. I always seem to get caught in them, or they're stiff and I end up
heaving my way through them. I just find them impractical. Though perhaps not as impractical as this. There's no walls or stalls
on either side of this stile, so what's it doing there? Did someone forget to remove it? Or was it meant to go
in between the stairs and the doorway to that toilet? Like, I want answers,
but at the same time, I'm happy to just... No, I'm not happy. That's a lie. This is infuriating for reasons
beyond my understanding. Just take out the turnstile. Now, there's nothing wrong
with just doing your job and clocking off, no
extra effort involved. Doing exactly what you're paid to do and not a crumb more isn't a crime. But, if I was the one whose
job it was to mow this lawn, I might have thought about
moving this big orange cone in the middle of it,
because whoever did, didn't. And when they moved it from the spot, the problem became evident. Initially, I thought this was so dumb it had to be Photoshop, and
then I discovered an image of a similar scene not a minute later. Who just leaves cones
on their lawn like this? Psychopaths? The answer can only be psychopaths, mainly because I don't
have another answer. Are you familiar with Sid the sloth from the movie "Ice Age?" He's a sloth who's adorably
inept in every way, with wonky teeth and eyes too far apart. The feats have made him a
particularly popular celebrity in the world of German ophthalmology. Wait, he's not? Then who the heck is this meant to be? Oh, someone just made the decision to install this image of a woman looking in one direction next to a mirror, and in doing so has created
the most unsettling advert for glasses in the world. Now, if I decided I wanted to
design a children's play area, my first concern would be safety. I'd make sure the swings all had seats that supported younger kids, I'd make sure nothing was
too far off the ground, and that slides went all
the way to the bottom so kids didn't fall out of them. What, does that last one not
sound like a relevant concern? Well, thanks to whoever
designed this slide, it is. What were they thinking having the end raised four feet off the ground? Or was a section at the bottom missing, and this kid, in all
their infinite wisdom, decided to go down it anyway? Whatever the reason, I'm glad I'm not at the other
end of this lawsuit chute. When it comes to toilet
humor, I'm all for it. I mean, you've heard some of my jokes. I'm a big fan. Huge! But this? This is too far. I don't know how someone installed this toilet seat upside down when, you know, there's a giant hole in one part of the seat, and
classically not in the other. Okay, just calm down. I can maybe see how you might get confused during the installation here, but this? This is just unforgivable. Which designer decided
a ground floor toilet needed floor-to-ceiling windows in direct eyeline of the toilet itself? Floor to ceiling! Oh, thank God, there's a door there, wouldn't want anyone in
this section of the bathroom seeing what every other person walking by is getting an eyeful of,
from not one but two sides. This is just unholy. Speaking of unholy, whoever
decided to ice this cake was clearly possessed at some point. I don't just say that because they decided to badly ice a Jewish menorah onto this cream cheese mousse cake. No, I say this because
instead of icing the famously six-pointed Star of David onto the cake, which anyone who identifies as Jewish will tell you is the
religious symbol of Judaism, they've instead iced, a
five-pointed pentacle, which has been known throughout
history to represent magic, the occult, and the devil. So, kinda the opposite of
what Judaism is going for on a whole bunch of levels. You ever forget important dates? Your mom's birthday, your
friend's anniversary, it happens to the best of us, as at least one calendar-making company found out back in 2018. 28 days in February? Well, looks pretty normal, with the exception of the 22nd
of the month being missing. I thought this might be a
strange leap year mechanic, but no, the guy whose job it was to plan out the days of a calendar at a calendar printing company, forgot the 22nd of February exists. Wait, does that mean every date after this was printed in the wrong day? Okay, if you owned this
calendar, can you let me know? I'm genuinely intrigued to find out if a calendar-making company got the majority of dates wrong. Because that, that
wouldn't just be a mistake, that's a level of incompetence
I simply didn't know existed. Do you remember being a little kid, and doing those mazes printed on the back of restaurant menus or pamphlets? Weren't they fun? Let's do one together
now, for old time's sake. All right, so we need to
get from here to here. All right, let's go up, right, down, right, down, left, down, right, down, left, down, right, up. Huh, dead end. Okay, maybe back down,
left, down, right, up. Damn! Down, left, right. Wait. Hang on a second. There's no way to get out! What, did the director of
"Bloodborne" make this kid's maze, or did someone forget to check the maze was actually winnable? Whatever. Let's try another one. Let's start here, and... Is this a joke? Are they mocking us? 'Cause sure feels like it. I understand that menus are designed for young children to
understand, but this? This is just insulting, no matter what age you are. If you're a customer-facing
service worker, you have both my respect
and my deepest sympathies. I know how horrific customers can be. But can someone tell me
exactly what this guy did to deserve having his bagel cut like this? All you had to do was
cut it in the middle. I can only assume this
guy was acting full Karen for someone to slight him
this passive-aggressively. Valentine's Day, no matter
how you feel about it, shops, stores, and businesses love it. It's an opportunity to boost sales with some overpriced
heart-printed products that'll be forgotten
about in less than a week. Or just put straight in the trash, depending on how fast
your crush rejects you. Although, a worker at this store decided to forgo the lovey-dovey merch, and took the "Surprise your
Valentine" message on the boards a little more literally. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that is
if I walked towards my crush with a hammer in tow, they'd be so surprised they'd
probably call the cops. Maybe I should try a different store. Ah, these guys have some stalls labeled with valentines messaging, I wonder what kind of gift... Okay, somehow this is
worse than the hammers. Either that or this is the stall for all the loners on
Valentines, if you get my drift. No, clearly, someone just forgot to change this messaging over when they moved these products around. No one is actually amorously
knocking on their date's door with an armful of cucumbers
and hammers, I hope. I'd like to think I'm
not an anxious person, there's not a lot out there
that gets my heart pounding with good reason. But this elevator, oh, my God, I think there
might be a button in this mess that just straight up
delivers you to hell. Whoever built this thing
just had to make sure it had a button for each floor. Why are there two buttons for floor five? And where's floor three? And where the heck are the mystery buttons meant to take you? I think I'll take the stairs. Back in 2016, the action
role-playing video game "Grim Dawn" was released. With the edgy art and promising reviews, people were excited to play it, then they got to the
character creation screen. You had the option to make
your character male, female, or "hardcore!" Okay, I'm fully in favor of
scrapping the gender binary and just letting people identify as levels of game difficulty. I personally identify as "legendary." What's in my pants, you ask? Doom! Okay, disappointingly, "Grim Dawn" wasn't actually trying to
subvert gender constructs in any way. It turned out this was a glitch that accidentally lumped
the difficulty settings with the gender settings. Still, from this day on, I declare that I identify as legendary. My pronouns are may/hem. Now, personally, I do not
care what your pronouns are or what bathroom you use. As far as I'm aware,
it's none of my business. But what I will say is that this: This is my business. Oh, this is so my business. As someone who uses public
men's bathrooms regularly, I can honestly say they suck. Urinals especially are hellish, if not for the smell,
then for the splashback. So, aside from wanting to
share this nasty experience, I have absolutely no clue why
a designer decided to install this urinal in this ladies' bathroom. But what I'm more concerned about is why it's in full view of the door. Even in the men's, they're
usually placed around the corner or behind a wall for a little privacy. What was the thought process here? Ugh, it makes no sense to me. Let's just banish all
urinals, problem solved. If I'm paying someone to
install something in my home, be it plumbing, electrical,
or furniture-related, I expect the person installing it to know what they're doing. That's not me setting my
expectations too high, is it? Because if I hired someone
to install a kitchen sink, and came home to this, I think I'd be well within
my right to complain. It's not like the sink is
at an angle or slightly off, it's been installed the wrong way round. I wanted to make a funny little "sinking feeling" dad joke here, but honestly, I'm not even
mad, I'm just disappointed. If you've ever lived in
rented accommodation, you know how hit-and-miss
landlords can be. Some are good, others, oh, the word "entitled"
doesn't do them justice. Many will find ways to cut
corners to make it seem like they're performing the
required maintenance needed to make a space liveable, and one landlord trick for this is solving all problems with paint. Mold? Paint over it! Roaches? Paint over them. Light switch? Paint over it. Electrical outlets? Hey, slap a layer of paint over it. I cannot tell you how
strange I find this behavior, but the crowning glory
of it all has to be this. This landlord painted over
the entire security panel for the house's alarm system. I don't... Why would you not paint around this? I get you might be in a rush,
but surely, it takes less time not to paint over things like this? But, hey, what do I know? I'm not a landlord. Though even I can tell
they probably found a way to blame their tenants for this. All right, what's the default juice? No, I didn't stutter,
what's the default juice? You know? The juice you drink
that's the default flavor. Are some of you saying orange? Maybe apple? Cranberry, even? No, I'm talking about default juice! This default juice, specifically. What do you mean,
"Default isn't a flavor"? Someone printed this carton, filled it up, and it made it all the way to a store, where someone put it on
a shelf for us to buy. At no point did anyone say,
"Hey, that's not right" so it must be right. So, once again, I'm asking,
what's the default juice? Okay, clearly some sort of coding error in the printing machine caused this carton to lose its labels, and it wasn't picked
up in quality control. But to say I'm curious
is an understatement. What do you think the default juice is? Let me know down in the comments. (cell phone keyboard clicking) Ah, donuts. Can't go wrong with donuts. Nothing in the world
could put me off donuts, especially when they look as
good as these cherry cake ones. There's simply no way to... Hang on. What? What does the store mean "boneless?" Have there always been bones in donuts? Have we just been pronouncing
them wrong this entire time? Are they really, bonuts? No, thank God. It looks like the store
clerk has somehow forgotten donuts aren't made of meat, and so don't require a "boneless" sticker. But still failed to recognize this, and so labeled every
single packet of donuts in this pile as "boneless." Great, now I can't stop thinking about what a donut bone with look like. Would it be on one big circular bone, or would there be a lot of
smaller bones making up the hole? Either way, I hate it. Okay, I've been overestimating humanity. Let's go back to something
simple, like counting. If I gave you a grid like this, and the first two numbers of
a sequence, like one and two, how do you think the rest of the numbers would fit in the sequence? Probably like this, right? As it follows the same pattern down. Nice and easy, right? Not if you live in this
apartment complex it ain't. Why have one continuous pattern when you can just attach a
random mailbox to the wall and assume this won't annoy anyone? It would have taken absolutely no effort to just install this as one big block, but why did they have to be so difficult? You might remember in
part two of this series I lost what was left of my sanity looking at this ring
on an induction stove. How someone misaligned
this, I'll never know. What'll also elude me till the day I die is how someone installed
this stovetop like this and just called it a day. Not a single one of these
four elements here lines up. Once I can sort of
understand, but four times? Four times in the same stovetop? Nah. No. This is willful incompetence. Weaponized incompetence. It's not even my stove, and
I want to raise a complaint. (gentle thoughtful music) (exhales) Well, I made it
through another episode. Which of these simple jobs
do you think was messed up in the most excruciatingly
annoying way possible? Let me know down in the comments below. Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have to ring my therapist. And my mother. And my priest.
