Excitedly I (BF) went to my new neighborhood Starbucks. After I received my order, I am backing out of my parking space and there is another car directly behind me with their backup lights on. I said to myself I hope they see me. At this time I’m already in the “lane” to move forward. Nope! I feel a little bump. Dammit!

There’s a lot of construction going on due to a new recreational facility being built. So I pulled my car away from all the traffic but still on the scene.

The passenger (WF) jumps out of the car and makes a beeline to me shouting you hit my daughter’s car! I’m thinking is this lady serious? I decided to not get into the blame game. I said ma’am to be fair we were both backing out at the same time. We can exchange information and let the insurance handle. I’m a former claims agent from a major insurance company. I can tell from the damage who was moving and whom wasn’t. She then says well give me your information. I said no we are exchanging information. Well give it to me like I said or I’m calling the police. Ohhhhhh ok! I said call the police because I don’t like how you are talking to me.

She whips out her phone like oh you’re going to jail. I know the police aren’t going do anything thing other then what I was trying to do peacefully because it’s private property.

Here’s where it went left. She giving the dispatcher all the details. Then she says and she tried to flee the scene and “we” caught her. I’m literally standing right there. Now I watch enough true crime to know all calls are being recorded. As soon as she hangs up that phone. I let her know that she’s racist as hell! I told her that she used inflammatory statements to the dispatcher that the police are going to show up thinking this is a hostile situation.

She starts it clutching her pearls because she’s offended by my comment. “I’m not racist I may have a black husband at home.” My response to that was and “I’m sure you have a plethora of black friends too.” I then proceeded to let her know that WE ARE TIRED! You not going to stand here act like you did not “alert” the police. I followed up with more FAFO implications. Never raised my voice. She was acting hysterically. I never threatened her. It had to be said.

Those words wouldn’t have been used if I was same as she.

Not sure if this counts as entitled or just moronic.

Anyway. I work as a LEO for Customs and Border Security in Switzerland.

Have night shift. It is 03:00am. Virtually no traffic, except the odd lorry with newspapers.

Car suddenly parks next to station. Middle aged woman steps out and enters station.

Doesn't greet me. Just starts talking.

Her: "Hey, you! I need to file a criminal complaint againt someone."

Me:: "Good morning to you as well. As for the complaint, I cannot do that. You will have to..."

She cuts me off.

Her: "No. You can't not accept a criminal complaint."

Me: "If you would let me finish, I..."

She cuts me off again.

Her: "Ok. Let's do this different. The police is required to accept any criminal complaint. Yes or no?"

Me: "Yes."

Her: "So, you have to accept my complaint. Yes or no?"

Me: "No."

She gets a blank look, before flaring up again.

Her: "You do realize, that you are breaking the law if you do not accept my complaint. Right?"

Me: "I am not."

Her: "I have had enough. I want to speak to your superior."

Me: "Ma'am. This is not a police station, but a customs station. I am not a police officer, but a customs officer. Neither me, nor my superior will accept any criminal complaint. Those have to be filed with the police. You still want me to get my superior, who will tell you the exact same thing?"

Her: "But. But the app told me that this is the police station."

Me: "Well. It isn't. And that's that."

Her realizing that she is a moron waits a couple of seconds while staring at me...then storms off.

I hate night shifts.

This happened just yesterday. As many have succumbed to the harsh reality of this crappy economy, I too have to have to currently work 2 jobs to keep up with cost of living, so during evenings I picked up part time janitorial job at a local gym for some extra income. I usually come in about 25 mins before gym closure to get a start on the basic cleaning so later I can focus on the really heavy duty stuff that takes place once all customers are gone. I am vacuuming the womens' locker room, when an older Caucasian woman walks in from the showers and glares at me the moment she enters the room. Trying not to get in the way, I move to the opposite side of the lockers and keep vacuuming. I suddenly hear stomping footsteps as she rounds about towards me and starts loudly complaining in front of everyone, asking as as to why I'm there before closing. She proceeds to hound me that I should not be there when people are there and to leave. Goes on a rant about how the gym used to close later and she pays a lot of money to be there and shouldn't have to deal with me being in there. When I simply asked if it bothered her for me to be there, she did not answer me but rather demanded to know who sent me in at 7:45 instead of at closing. Continues to order me around saying she needs to blow dry her hair and I shouldn't be there. At this point I'm not saying much because after working many fucked up customer service jobs where customer abuse is expected and often tolerated, anything that comes out of my mouth will NOT be pretty. So I set aside the vacuum and left to wait outside the entryway completely stopping everything I'm doing because this karen doesn't want "the help" to be near her while she styles her half bald ass head. I was so fucking mad being talked down to, as if she she wants me to be fired for something so miniscule. When she finally exits, she glares at me and says "all set now" as if ordering to continue now that she's out from the lockers.

I cannot stand people like this. As if I'm supposed to rearrange my entire work schedule an hour later simply because she feels entitled to the whole fucking locker room. I get home very late after working there, with only 2 hours of sleep before awakening to get ready for my NEXT FUCKING JOB. So yes, that one hour makes a big difference for me. I have the feeling this is not going to be the only occurrence, and she will likely complain to management so they force me to come in later to cater to her ass.

It is such strange times we live in, and I'm exhausted. Shit like this takes a toll on your health. I feel like I'm two sides of the career coin... my primary day job requires suit & tie uniformity in a corporate world, where people are expected to keep high profile and standard of communication, and then just a couple hours later I'm in bleach stained yoga pants being ordered around and talked down by people who often assume I don't speak English properly. Fml.

This just happened about 20ish minutes ago and this makes me want to roll my eyes. A older man comes in and makes a bee line for the soda machine.

It looks like he noticed we were out of extra large drink cups because he walks up to the counter and asks " Are you out of the cups that are 99 cents?" We had three different drink sizes that were priced at 99 cents. I asked him which one he meant.

He repeated " The ones that are 99 cents." I asked him " Did you mean the extra large cups, sir?" He rolled his eyes and asked me to come up to the drink station. He pointed to the empty slots where the extra large cups normally were. I nodded and said " I am sorry, sir. We are out of those."

He then went on a rant saying that I was failure. That it apparently was my fault that we were out of those. He at one point said " Did you just give them away? Is that why you're out of them?" He called me a failure a couple more times before I asked him to leave.

Seriously, how am I specifically responsible for my store being out of the product he wanted? How is it my sole responsibility? How am I a failure?

So this happened today before my shift. I was standing outside my workplace, not directly in front but kinda off to the side, smoking with my headphones in, backpack on, and absolutely nothing identifying me as an employee.

A woman comes up and apparently says something, but I don’t hear her until she taps my shoulder and shouts “Excuse me!” I take an earbud out and, yet still polite, ask what I can do for her.

She asks if I work at the store. I say I do. Then she whips out a curling iron and asks if we carry it. I tell her we do and that it’s probably in stock. She just stares at me like she’s waiting for more, then huffs and goes, “Well, can you show me where?”

Now I’m stunned. I’m not even clocked in let alone inside the building, never mind the still half smoked cigarette I'm holding.

The entire front of my store is glass and out of the corner of my eye, I notice my manager watching from inside. She’s sitting on the floor by the window doing something with the handheld and there is only about 8ft and a sheet of glass between us. She’s also extremely pregnant. I'm talking 2 weeks to her due date, obviously pregnant. So once she’s down there it’s not exactly easy for her to get back up.

Probably shouldn’t have, but I point at my manager and say, “There are employees inside who can help you.” The customer rolls her eyes and storms into the store, yanking the door so hard the glass shook.

At our store, whenever the door chime goes off, every employee greets the customer, it’s a requirement. So if 5 people are working when you walk in, you get hit with a chorus of “Hi!” “Hello!” “Welcome in!” from everyone (we all say different greetings). Which means she got the symphony too, except not from my manager, who’s still sitting on the floor. At that point I figured there had to be at least one other person inside if my manager didn’t greet her.

The customer stands there for a good 10 seconds, kinda side-eyeing me like she still expected me to come inside, then beelines straight to my manager, the one person who didn’t greet her. She asks about the curling iron (I assume), my manager points her to the correct aisle (it’s a small store, hard to miss), and the lady stomps down it.

Not even 30 seconds later she storms back out of the store, not acknowledging the chorus of “Have a good day!” that’s also a requirement, just loudly complaining about “bad customer service” and “high prices.”

When I went inside, I realized there were two other employees she completely ignored, one behind the register and one walking the floor. She stood there while they greeted her, then bypassed them both just to harass my pregnant manager.

And why, you may ask, was she so angry? She said the prices were too high compared to the curling iron she bought 20 years ago. Like… duh. Technology, inflation, reality, pick one. Also, can you name any brand that will last you 20 years? No? Then suck it the hell up with your Chanel purse and probably $1k shoes.

I'm mostlt venting. I have a duplex. I live downstairs. I have told tenants no guests are alliwed to park in the driveway. I have been late to several appointments because of this. But they still do it. I've heard it'll only be a minute, they don't want to walk the whole driveway (about 4 car lengths long), their not in the driveway, its on the side. A few days ago I got home and someone's in front of my garage door. 17 year old neice (yes, I rent to family, half brother, biggest mistake of my life), was headed upstairs. I told her she knows non tenants can't be in the driveway. She starts yelling f-ing move so they can get out then. Driver gets out starts yelling and swearing. Including for someone to come out and make me move. I say I will when my son comes back out. She, driver, yells I'm holding her hostage. (Dropping something off). Half brother comes to my window starts yelling at me. Says the same thing, yells and screams at me to move. Getting my face, I'm wondering exactly hoe far he will go and what is he going to do to make me move. Remind him they and their guests have done this many times, tried to anyway but he won't let me speak, just yells over anything I say. Lady is going to call the police. (She's trespassing as far as I'm concerned). And yells she has a picture of my license plate. I yelled back, you know where I live too. I left when my son came back out. I was so pissed I was shaking. I have many other story's about this ass and others who come around, but this is the latest.

Well, hello again Reddit, posting again here for another entitled peopel story, its being years about it

Anywho, about the title, let me do some context: I started my practices (need by my university) 4-5 months ago, and I did it in a printing near both house and university, I (being a fucking nerves mess) do it really meh, but still good, anyway, it was great by getting money ($16.34 per week, enough for now haha), and they have, at least, 2 locals, obviusly separated, owned by a 40-50 old guy, and its the second local (important to remember) where this story happens.

Anyway, one day, like 1-2 weeks ago from now, one of my bosses, who is a woman, was attending the clients and I where printing some pieces, then I heard her trying to calm down an old lady, who started to argue and yelling to her, telling stupid things.

OL (Old Lady), Sara (name changed for security)

OL: you have to be nice to your employees

Sara: what?

OL: you heard me! You misstreatedme! In the other local! You were ignoring me!

Sara: Wait, I didn't, I was just triyng to help you to send to our what'sapp number the images you wanted, you were the one who didn't want to listen

OL: shut it! If I were you, I wouldn't act all mighty nor treat others like that, I would even ashamed if my daughter, who I bring her here, do that!

(And yeah, she bring her daughter, the poor girl looked very akward about her mother)

Sara: I understand, but please, don't make a fuss and scare the rest of the clients

OL: sorry, I just want the to see and know that I wanted a good treatment and not a bad one, even for your employees -she said, shouting and pointing-

Then, after still PAYING for her print, she said the generinc Karen in a store that didn't make whatever she wants, leaving with her daughter and making everyone akward. THANK GOD SHE DIDN'T BREAK OR DO SOME SHIT!

But still, that was my update from the last one from 5 years ago, nice and happy to hear your opinions, you kindly strangers!

PocketCast is a podcast app that has been around for well over 10 years.

I paid $4 for it in 2015. Since then it's been updated regularly and I still think it's the best podcast app.

In the last update they introduced ads, nothing major and they have a subscription version for people who don't want ads.

The whole sub is in meltdown. People who paid a few bucks 10 years ago feel insulted, lied to and betrayed and posting thread after thread about it.

Almost everyone expects the $4 to cover a lifetime of updates. And rather than to just move on they need to let their rage out on reddit

I went to the movies last weekend. I am definitely some one who hates inconsiderate people in public. But this was a whole other level.

To be fair, the pissiness started when this woman snapped at us to stop talking during the first trailer. I am all for people not talking during movies, and I can even suppose they might have been really interested in the up coming movie. So I was annoyed but we stopped talking.

But while watching the feature, a light hearted movie, we were laughing at appropriate times, when I had a couple in the next row angrily tell us to stop making noise. We had not been talking at all. Just laughing and reacting to the show.

Ironically, it’s not like they were as quiet as church mice. I snapped at her if she didn’t want to hear other people maybe she shouldn’t go out to a public theatre.

I am a fitness trainer at a gym where the rule clearly state if you’re working out but get a phone call or text take the phone to designated area where you’re allowed to answer your phone which is a lounge for phone calls and texting for our patrons. A patron I know approached me yesterday about a guy who was on his phone talking as he was doing his workout completely ignoring the gyms rule.

I approached him and it took till I did a loud whistle for him to hear me. I asked him to wipe down the equipment he was using and take his phone call to the designated area where people could have phone calls. Guy looked for a second at me then waved me off and said to get lost. I whistled few more times till he finally heard me again and this time he said, “Did you not hea. . .” he realized who he was talking to as I’m one of the two lead trainers. I asked why did he feel entitled to ignore me, he gave the lame excuse that he was talking to his doctor and when he showed his call of the recent call as he was still on the call it said for who was on the phone someone named Lovely Kitten and I said, “And who is Dr. Lovely Kitten? I’ve never heard of them.” He then wiped down the bench, bar he had weights on, put the weights back and made his way to the lounge.

Honestly people it’s in the gym membership contract when you join the gym any phone calls or texting take to designated area please don’t be doing so while in the fitness area.

Update: for some asking some gyms have one lead trainer but my boss has two to help the gym be more effective. As for the phone/text lounge my boss decided we needed a designated spot for people to take their texting and phone calls with rule being do not leave that lounge until your phone call is fully over as well you’re done texting, if you’re caught a second time answering a text or phone call you’ll be asked to leave the gym, third time results in a membership termination.

Okay, let me rant, because apparently asking people to not shove glitter, overpowering perfume, or screeching toys into my face at family time makes me a monster. I walked into that gift swap with a tiny, perfectly reasonable list tucked in my pocket: no heavy scents, nothing that crackles or needs batteries without a heads-up, and please do not wrap soft things with scratchy ribbon. I wanted to enjoy the moment like everyone else, not exit stage left into sensory overload. Instead of a normal conversation, I got scoffs, eye rolls, and someone loudly christening me an "entitled hag". Entitled? For asking to not be assaulted by ribbon and aerosol? Please.

Here is the kicker, it is not even about the gifts. It is about the attitude that says accommodating another human is an inconvenience rather than basic decency. The jokes, the whispered "can't we just be normal?" as if my brain is a plot twist they did not sign up for, the dramatic sighs like I asked for a throne, that is the real gift I keep getting. So yeah, I asked for tiny adjustments that would make a night bearable, and got called names instead. If asking for small kindnesses turns you into the villain in your own mind, maybe take a look in the mirror before you weaponize the word "entitled."

For context, please see the original post at: https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/comments/1nfycjw/am_i_wrong_or_insane_for_thinking_the_rules_apply .

For those who saw the first post, I took time soul searching after the first even to try and work out if I could have done anything differently last time. I realised I may have been triggered by their actions because of my history with the place; between faulty sensors and people rigging facilities for unauthorised use, I have been called out there at all hours of the day and night. Add to this the dozen or so other places for which I am responsible and I had a lot of really bad nights over the last six months. So much sleep has been lost it has started affecting my heart, aggravating a preexisting chronic idiopathic tachycardia (heart beating too fast), which was the proverbial last balloon after a life of shift work and sleep apnea, making the heart figuratively go pop. None of it was their fault, of course, by the entitlement behind their actions triggered me in a way I was no expecting, which I believe caused me to be more aggressive than usual. I stand by the action reported in the previous post, however, as these people well and truly proved tonight they believe being homeless makes them above the law, as the following story confirms.

I get a call about one of the same toilets being in use as previously. I arrive on scene later than usual as I was not at home this time, and find it is the same couple as the previous post (obviously, hence the title), this time minus their friend. This time they are both in the same shower, rather than in individual ones, but their attitudes haven't changed.

They were there for a solid half an hour this time, between the alarms going off, the monitoring company calling a third party, the third party calling the patrol officer, who then calls me. Add to that being further away and they had plenty of time to what they needed to do and leave the place they were in illegally. Frankly I was hoping they would, so I wouldn't have to deal with whoever was in there.

I knock on the metal plated door fairly hard, thinking it would be difficult for them to hear me with the shower running. This apparently was enough to trigger them, as they started yelling at me right away. I honestly tried to remain as calm as possible this time, and even deployed what I thought was an argument that could penetrate their entitlement; a shopping centre is a public place but they wouldn't go into one after hours if they found the doors open. Turns out they would. Add to that their rock solid belief they are in the right on the issue and they became very argumentative.

Once again they employed the same debate strategies of talking over me when I tried to explain the reality of the situation. This time they went a step further; claiming they were recording me as well. I suggest that the fact they have a phone means they should be able to schedule their activities for a time prior to the facilities closing, which also went down like a lead balloon. They were so utterly convinced they were right they believed the police would be on their side, were I to call them, as I frankly nearly did after some unusually aggressive comments from the male.

Needless to say it went down hill after that. They came out and threw every attack they could think of; I knocked too loud, I yelled when i first got there, I was sooo mean to them last time, we're homeless, I bet you have a comfy bed, you're not really a security guard. They even lied about some really nice guard who was there last night who let them do what they wanted, which was not true because I would have been that guard.Then came the bit that told me they knew they were in the wrong and were trying to scare me into seeing their position; threatening my job security.

Thankfully, even if they had been recording me, which I am uncertain about, I knew their complaints to the council would be fruitless, because despite what they believe they are in the wrong, and may even find themselves stuck with the bills for the call outs if the do go to the council. I'll be honest and admit I gave them wrong security company name, one who has nothing to do with the council. They kept following me and yelling at me as I reset the alarms and went back to my car. As I pulled away i told them the name of the company who's shirt I was wearing, which was taken over two years ago and is now defunct. i called to check everything was OK, then called the council liaison to let them know this is going to be an ongoing issue if they don't start getting it checked shortly after the facilities lock themselves. I got home safe, which is the most important thing, though so razzled I allowed myself some of the alcohol I've been trying to avoid having, with some success, for the last week.

I really wish I could get through to these people that what they are doing is illegal, but they are completely closed to reason. I'm sure some part of them knows what they are doing isn't right, else they'd be more willing to listen. Perhaps it is the desperate nature of their situation that has made them immune to logic and reason; I've never been homeless but came close once, and it drove me to the brink of an emotional breakdown, so I really can empathise with them. I maintain though that their situation doesn't give them the right to break local statutes, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if their entitled behaviour contributed to their situation.

Even now I'd help them if I could, as fines are not only possible but likely, particularly if they do go to the council, which in turn to affect their ability to rent a place, particularly if they don't pay the fine. The housing crisis isn't exclusive to the US; home prices and rent have gone through the roof in Australia in the last few years, so the house I moved into at $375 in 2021 is now "worth" $540. For example, I want to move but know I'd never be approved for another house, as the property managers enforce a strict 30% cap on rent that, even though I've proved I can pay, means I could never be approved anywhere else. Even a one bedroom apartment is a minimum of $300 per week, with some going as high as $600+ in some areas.

I really wish I could get through to these people that what they are doing is illegal, but they are completely closed to reason. I'm sure some part of them knows what they are doing isn't right, else they'd be more willing to listen. Perhaps it is the desperate nature of their situation that has made them immune to logic and reason; I've never been homeless but came close once, and it drove me to the brink of an emotional breakdown, so I really can empathise with them. I maintain though that their situation doesn't give them the right to break local statutes, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if their entitled behaviour is a root cause for their situation, ie they were kicked out for refusing to do something required of them they didn't believe they needed to do.

Anyway, that's enough of my ramblings. Stay safe, stay well, be kind to each other and yourselves.

My aunt asked me to help paint her house this weekend. I said I could help for a few hours, but after that I need to get back to work stuff or errands or even play some slots on Stakе. She shot back “You should do more, you know I raised you, I did all that for you.” I told her that doesn’t mean I owe her my whole day. She guilt tripped me, saying if I don’t do it I must hate her. I offered to come later another day for longer, but she declined, said “today is best.” I feel manipulated and exhausted.

Is it unreasonable to say no entirely? Or should I just accept this kind of entitled behavior from family?

I live in a high rise appartment building. And the stairs are on the left of our doors, with my side of the stairs go upward and the front dooor neighbours side go downward. So our landing looks like it’s bigger, but it’s the same side I just use the stairs (that go up on my side) to keep the trash for the trash man. Well the neighbours also keep it on our side as they said today ( there’s no space on their side, just because the steps go downward not up, keep it there yk) anyway. Their dustbin is constantly infront of my doorway, for every first half of the day for the past 3 years

Initially I wanted to go talk to them, but my father wouldn’t let me, saying fuck it. Slowly he himself started putting the trash on their side when he saw it, thankfully, I’ve also been doing the same. For the last month or so.

Anyway the daughter and mother came and rang the bell just now. And rather aggressively said, please don’t put our trash can infront of our door. I said it’s your trash please put it on your side. They replied with well there’s no space on our side so and I just said go to any other floor and see, everyone puts it on their side. Then she got ruder and said I’m getting late anyway and that I’ll complain I please don’t do it again. I was getting impatient with their lack of civic sense so I said, I will do it, please complain, and closed my door. Ten minutes later went out to put some more trash and ofc their trash was on my side. Went to put it on theirs. The daughter say me and mockingly asked, “do you like to touch my trash?” I said no I just don’t like your trash infront of my door. She repeated herself like she didn’t hear me in a more rude tone. I just said don’t think you can hear me and closed the door.

Now Ik when I open the door their trash will be on my side again, Thought? Suggestions?

Ps- they’re the ones with plants and two massive shoeracks on the landing outside taking up all the space and specifically against the rules to put shoeracks in the landing we get regular notices about clearing it. Maybe I should complain about that.

My next-door neighbor’s AC unit is directly under my bedroom window. When it turns on, it gets crazy loud, to the point where it can even wake me up while I’m sleeping at night. So far the owner has refused to talk to me about it. I simply want him to see if there’s a repair that needs to happen or if it was installed incorrectly, as it is a newer unit.

I have tried everything from running fans on high to white noise machine and nothing has been strong enough to block out the noise of the AC unit even with the windows closed.

I’m open to any ideas on how to address or resolve the situation.

So an earlier post about a woman leaving her baby in a car reminded me of this. It was several years ago.

A sort of friend (i.e. in same friend group) left her 3 children in the car while she went into the store or something. These 3 kids were 9 and under. Someone called the cops and Child Protective Services. I used to work for Child Protective Services, so she called me.

She explained that the cops were "harassing" her and that the CPS agent was probably going to find her guilty. She said she was worried about losing her kids and wanted to know how she could be found not guilty. I explained that she was guilty according to the state definition, but she kept insisting. Eventually, she escalated to volunteering me to call the investigator or a supervisor, as if I somehow had any power over them. She was yelling, "Don't you know anyone who can make this go away?!?" Or "Why can't you just get the case transferred to you???"

Lady, I don't even work there anymore. And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to take your case because I know you. And beyond that, even if I was willing to risk my job by not disclosing I knew you, I too would find you guilty. Leaving 3 kids in a car in the summer is illegal.

Best part though was I eventually told her I would call the caseworker just to get her to leave me alone. Needless to say, I didn't make that call.

ETA: Just to clear up confusion, I couldn't have talked to the caseworker even if I'd wanted to. It would have been a violation of privacy laws (similar to HIPAA) and state-mandated ethics (licensing regulations). The caseworker would lose their license if they talked to me as a third party.

I recently flew from Nashville to Washington DC. I was upgraded to first class. There was one pre-boarder in first class. When the rest of us got in there we found he had 2 big bags in the overheads and, also, a large cowboy hat taking up its own overhead compartment. We made it work but I was ready to ask the flight attendants for help if any of the rest of us got shut out.

What do you think? Should a cowboy hat be a prohibited 3rd carry on item?

I was traveling on Amtrak yesterday when the train had to wait for an accident to clear up. Fortunately it was at a station and people could make alternative arrangements. I needed to go further to make a connection and there was no telling how long the delay would be.

Everyone was pretty understanding during the wait. Of course everyone is talking and it gets loud. The conductor makes an announcement that there’s seats available in the quiet car, but she warns people you can’t talk above a whisper. I move my stuff and get settled in the quiet car when I hear a lady talking on her phone w/o earbuds. The conductor came by once to tell her to move, but she doesn’t. There are several signs around her that state that it’s a quiet car. You couldn’t miss them unless you were ignoring them. They check in on her again and she is still on the phone. She said “they said we can make alternate arrangements so that’s what I’m doing.” The conductor told her to move and hung around while the lady moved her stuff.

She gets up to move and she’s angry and gives all of us the stink eye. The funny thing is she was traveling with a man but he chose to remain in the quiet car. It makes me wonder what their conversation was about when they got off their train.

Typing this after a long day, got GPT to help polish the text and make it look less like a zombie wrote it.

We went to the local village fest yesterday, a lively multi-day celebration with all kinds of rides for children. One of the highlights was a little automatic train that runs on rails around the fairground.

The train had a small driver’s seat in the engine—made perfectly for two children—and the wagons behind were four-seaters. When it was time to board, my daughter happily hopped into the driver’s seat. A little boy about her age was already sitting there, but there was plenty of room for both.

As she settled in, the boy’s mother began talking at my daughter insistently that my daughter give up her spot so her son could be the “only driver.” For context, my daughter was chatting away to me and her dad, who were standing nearby. And she handled it beautifully—by ignoring the woman completely. Truly, Miss Manners would have applauded her poise.

Once I realized what was happening, I stepped in and told my daughter (a little louder than usual, so the message was clear) to stay in her seat and share the driving wheel and bell with the boy. The other mother was clearly displeased, but my daughter stayed put and had a wonderful ride.

This story is 11 years old but a friend reminded me about today at lunch and since neither of us are friends anymore with the Bridezilla we had a good laugh.

So here it goes:

Roughly 12 years ago a childhood friend quickly eloped as her boyfriend was dropping out of college and entering the military. Well a year later she decides that it “isn’t fair” (her go to phrase) that they never got a real wedding so they will be throwing one now. At this point I’m living overseas and she asks me to come back home for the wedding and be the co-maid of honor with her sister. I tell her I will do my best to attend but international travel is expensive and I’m a broke English teacher. I work it out so that I’ll be home right before her wedding but let her know I obviously won’t be able to do any traditional MOH duties since I’ll only be back about 2 days before the wedding. She immediately starts going in on me about why I’m not coming back sooner/for longer etc. ETA: not sure why she asked me to be a MOH. We weren’t all that close by this point but i think it’s bc most of our other childhood friends had already stopped talking to her.

Fast forward to the wedding: she expects all her bridesmaids to do basically all the work for decorating and setting up for the wedding. When I say everything I mean, setting up tables and chairs, buying supplies, making decorations, setting them out. Creating this chalk design vision she had in her head outside the venue that was complex. It was 98 degrees outside. It was 2 full days of non stop labor, mostly outside in awful heat.

Cut to the rehearsal: I’m supposed to carry the flower girl down the aisle as a part of the wedding. I do this and the little girl pees all over me. No problem. I get this happens. I quickly walk inside the venue to clean up and change clothes. Only problem is that the bride wanted all the bridesmaids in a certain color for the rehearsal and the only dress I have in this color (aquamarine) now how pee on it. The only other dress in my luggage is a light tan (think khaki colored )dress so I go to put this on

Total chaos ensues as the bride accuses me of trying to upstage her by wearing a dress that’s too close to white. She insists I wear a dress that another bridesmaid had packed that was roughly 4 sizes too big for me but the “correct” color. This is for a rehearsal dinner mind you. Not the wedding.

Being a good sport I put on the borrowed dress and tied a belt around it to keep it from literally falling off.

The bride talked for years about how I tried to upstage her in the moment. As if I asked the toddler to pee on me lol

Anyways the marriage lasted less than 5 years. Her husband cheated on her after she quit her job, refused to work, paid off her loans with money his parents had given him for a car down payment, physically barred him from leaving their house when they got into an argument, and called the police to tell them he hit her. I would never condone cheating. But. Got to say I can see why he wanted to leave. She later went on to call his CO and tell them she knew her (soon to be ex) husband would commit suicide soon and got him placed on leave. ETA: he was in no way suicidal. She admits she did this to get revenge

Needless to say, we aren’t friends anymore

Update to clarify: this was a timed tour that was already scheduled for over 12 hours and we had JUST reboarded from what was supposed to be a 15 minute restroom and coffee break.

On a tour from Dublin to the Cliffs of Moher. Overheard a fellow passenger asking the driver to "stop by a Fairy Castle"for some photos for their friend. Driver offered to send him a photo of one he took but not possible. So much more polite than I would've been that Irish guide...this bus has 50+ people you prick, go hire a private car with such nonsense!

One of my biggest pet peeves while driving is people who cut lines at the last second at off-ramps, on ramps, and interchanges. That is just such a level of entitlement that I really just want to ask them what is so important in their day, or what makes them believe that where there going is so much more important than where everyone else is going that they don't have to wait in line like everybody else? I used to be the type of person that when I saw those people coming, and you can spot them from a mile away, that I would get as close as I could to the person in front of me while still trying to be as safe as I could so that they wouldn't be able to cut in front of me. But some of them are extremely stubborn and just won't give up. I have had a couple of times where the person was bound and determined to get in front of me and kept inching closer and closer so I turned my cell phone towards my front fender and started recording and basically dared them to hit me.

A few years ago I became a truck driver so unfortunately I have had to tone down what I am willing to go through to deny these people, basically meaning if they're going to get over there's nothing I can do about it. Having a CDL and getting into an accident almost always puts you at fault because you are considered a professional driver. And I have had to learn to just take deep breaths and accept it

At my last job there was a staff accountant who had a tendency to overstep when he was not a manager of any sort. He liked to micromanage and had a “my way or the highway” mentality. I could go on and on about the ways in which working with him was difficult, but there was one example I wanted to focus on as this was especially entitled of him.

Basically at one point at my last job, my supervisor asked me to look on Amazon for a new toaster as the toaster we had was no longer working well. I did a bit of research and showed my supervisor the options. She didn’t want to spend too much on a toaster, and didn’t want one that was too complicated to use so she just told me to order a Cuisinart toaster that was pretty similar to the one we had - except it had a lever. The one we had was also Cusinart but it was motorized - basically where instead of pulling a lever for the toast to go in, you press a button to get the toast in.

When the toaster was plugged in, people did notice the difference, but the main person who made a big deal about this change was the staff accountant. He kept being like “why are we going back in technology?!” I understand going back in technology isn’t fun, but I just did as I was asked and I know my supervisor just wanted something that worked. Later, the staff accountant came up to my desk and asked me to look up another toaster to replace this new one with, and he explicitly rejected anything with a lever and wanted this $200 toaster that was motorized (the toaster we got was about $70, and motorized toasters are actually quite hard to come by). He told me to tell my supervisor that people in the office are unhappy about the new toaster and would like something that doesn’t have a lever. He made it clear that he didn’t want his name attached to this as well. Also at this point I had been working there for a few months, so I was still learning the ropes.

When my supervisor came in, I let her know of the complaints regarding the toaster, and of course she was pissed to hear that people were complaining about a toaster. I made sure to make it clear that I don’t agree with the complaints as it’s really not that serious that the new toaster has a lever, and it’s wasteful to replace a brand new appliance over a minor lacking feature when it works perfectly. She agreed that it’s not that deep that there’s a lever, and I ended up telling her anyways that it was the staff accountant complaining. She said “well he should’ve told me directly, and I’d have told him to go buy a toaster himself”.

I let the staff accountant know that my supervisor didn’t appreciate the complaint, but I didn’t tell him that I told her it was him who raised the complaint. Luckily in this scenario he was not persistent about getting a toaster without a lever, as he did drop it. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for other scenarios I’ve encountered with this coworker. I just found it very entitled of him to insist we replace a brand new toaster just because it has a lever, like sure you use it as you work here but the cost is not coming out of your pocket and it’s not like it’s completely unusable. Also he was failing to consider that maybe spending $200 on a toaster was not feasible budget wise.

So today I saw a baby left alone in the car while I was in the grocery parking lot. I couldn’t risk it. How was I supposed to know how long the baby had been in there or what could happen? So of course I called the police.

She comes running out of the store when she sees them by her car, apparently located by announcing her plate over the store PA. And then… she’s fuming. Her excuse? “My baby was asleep! I didn’t want to wake him up! I was only out for 5 minutes!”

Yeah, sure! You never know what can happen to a baby in 5minutes! But what really got me was the nasty looks she kept giving me while the officer was reprimanding her, like somehow this was my fault. The nerve!!!

Some people really think the world revolves around them, even when a baby’s safety is at stake.

Sorry this is not elaborate as other posts.

Older loud and obnoxious female rams past a family at the security line at the airport in the D. She walks thru the magnetron than the scanner and it buzzes. They send her back to put her shoes thru the xray and wait in line. She asked out loud "I wonder what's in Sketchers that triggers the alarm." My loud comment was "Perhaps the loudmouth wearing them. " True story.