OK, true story -
Back when my youngest daughter was eleven or so she had a friend named Vicki Scott. Vicki spent a lot of time at our house. I nicknamed her Icky Snot. "Ewwww! It's Icky Snot!"
Apparently, this got back to their school.
Years later, Vicki Scott had the opportunity to run in to me. She took the occasion to let me know I had practically ruined her life. This young lady was angry because of me.
I didn't know what to say, and to tell the truth, I didn't feel particularly responsible or sympathetic. It just made me feel weird. I said, "I'm sorry".
Today Icky Snot is in her early thirties. I hope she has gotten over it. No one, not even Noone, likes a bitter Icky Snot.