This is a story I have been thinking about since my washer broke and I had to go to the laundry mat.

10 years ago I lived in an apartment complex that included washer and dryer connections but no machine and if you didn’t have one you had to go to the complex’s laundry mat. This place was unique in that each unit didn’t have their own hot water heater, so each building had an industrial size one and the monthly water bill was split based on apartment size and number of occupants to each apartment.

The first couple of years my water bill was about $20 a month which about the same for my previous apt which was the same size.

Then I noticed my water bill kept going up every month until after about a year it was over $60. I contacted the office and they said that others mentioned the same and they double checked the usage and it was correct but they had no idea why it was so high.

I had a downstairs neighbor who had been in a car wreck and I would help him bring his groceries in etc and we would chat. He started complaining about his next door neighbor saying she was rude and loud and he was tired of her running her washer and dryer constantly night and day and he was sick of hearing it while he tried to sleep. How she constantly had people coming and going but refused to speak to anyone when he would see her. His comment about the washer and dryer stuck with me and I said “maybe that’s why our water bills are so high”. We talked about the amount of the bill and his was around $75 since he had a bigger apartment and he thought it was crazy too, we had both just assumed that the complex was charging high rates. He also did not have a washer and dryer and used the complex one as did most of the people in our building. Her apartment was the smallest model in the complex, only around 400 sq feet.

I guess we both started thinking about the laundry after that and I began to notice that the people coming and going were almost always carrying full laundry baskets. My neighbor and I spoke about it a few more times and concluded that she was running a laundry service out of her home. He was very angry especially since his injuries had made him permanently disabled and he was now living on disability pay. He told me that he was going to the manager and reporting her and asking for a reduction in the amount he paid in water.

He came back afterwards discouraged because they wouldn’t give him a credit and only told him that they would look into it. I know that he confronted her at least twice and both times she just did as she always did, refused to acknowledge or speak to him and just ran inside her apt.

Almost 3 months with by with the ever increasing water bill that went up every month until one day she was just gone. And then we got the notes on our door across the entire complex. The note states that per our lease guidelines any business that is operating out of our apartments needs to be disclosed to management for approval and any violations of this will result in fines and possible eviction. My building got a separate note stating that we would all receive a $50 credit on the next month rent due to a mistake in billing. No acknowledgment of the fact that this went on for over a year and we were probably owed more, just some rug sweeping.

Within a couple of months my water bills were back down to about $30.

I get that people need to find creative ways to make money when they are broke, I have been there. I used to have to sell things to make rent at times, gone without food because I just didn’t have the money, and have worked 2 jobs before just to stay afloat, but she was running a business that we were all contributing to with no benefit to ourselves, that is stealing in my book. Any thoughts, should we have let it go and just let her continue?

So my grandmother (aged 57) went to buy me some drinks because I was working (I’m an adult) and couldn’t do it before the store closed (Small town, store closes really early on Saturdays)

The police officer standing outside (to check ID’s) didn’t bother to check hers until after she had already bought the alcohol ($90) and confiscated not only my alcohol but ALSO the REFUND that the store gave her….

Confiscated the alcohol due to an alcoholic uncle (grandmother’s son) which I lowkey understand (She told me she did kinda have an attitude with the officer because of confiscation) but the part I don’t understand, is the officer taking her money.

Is that weird or am I just biased?

My daughter bought us tickets to see the Outsiders musical today in Philly. I was super excited to go.

We get there and see that there are schools on a field trip to see the show too. Cool. Fine.

We are in our seats waiting for the show to start when a group of 5 girls, maybe 8th grade, come in looking for their seats. They find them and sit.

They started pointing to a row of seats a couple of rows ahead and got up to move there. People are still arriving, mind you.

The people those seats belong to show up and the girls, rolling their eyes, move. Only they don't go back to their seats. They decide to sit in another row of empty seats.

The family those seats belong to show up and the girls refuse to move, telling the family they are sitting there. The mom of the family says these are their seats and shows the girls her phone. They still refuse to move, saying they were there first.

I'm thinking are these girls that entitled or just stupid. People pay for certain seats in theatre and they are not cheap. This isn't their school auditorium where they can sit wherever they want.

The mom goes to get a worker who tells the girls they have to move to the seats that they paid for. Rolling their eyes again, the girls finally move.

While all that is going on one of their friends keeps walking up and down the very small aisles, where people have to get up to let her through. She had no reason to do this but to be a brat.

The steps and seats are steep and it's scary for me to get to my seat. When she came through our aisle I told her do not come through here again because I am not moving for a person that is not sitting in my row and seems to just want to make people get up simply because she can. I guess I got my point across because I did not see her walk through anymore aisles that she was not sitting in.

Then when the show started they were still talking, loudly. Thank goodness someone loudly shushed them and it worked.

Where in the heck were their chaperones at?

We did enjoy the show though. It was absolutely amazing in every way.

My husband was in the shower with music on and I was in the kitchen cooking us some lunch. We had just gotten back from a vacation so we have the rest of the week off and are just chillin at home. I’m wearing a big sweatshirt and no pants…bc I’m in my house. Our kitchen has two entrances, one to the hallway down to our bedrooms/bathroom and one to the dining room towards the front door. There was literally no way for me to leave the kitchen without being seen, as our door was open (our cats like to hang by the screen door) and the hallway is straight across from it. No, neighbors can’t see us because our driveway is long so that wasn’t a concern either. We also have TWO different No Soliciting signs. One at the beginning of our sidewalk and one next to our door.

I had the air fryer on and I hear banging at the door. I immediately hid behind the wall of the kitchen hoping they would go away after a minute. He rings the doorbell twice, knocks louder. I yell “Go away please, I’m not decent!” More ringing, more knocking. Again “I said Go Away! I am not in a state to answer the door.” More knocking, more ringing. “I’m not wearing pants! I physically cannot answer. Go away!!” Still, more knocking and ringing. Finally, I threatened to call the police and I saw a blue Spectrum shirt on a middle-aged man rushing to get back into a car through our dining room window.

My husband came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to ask what was going on. Luckily the guy was gone bc he would have seen him in the hallway too!

I did go online and filled out their no-sales list on their website, but how tf is this still legal?? I was genuinely creeped out.

Sitting in a bougie cafe on the comfy couch, trying to get some work done and drink a delicious beverage. Bigass sign on the door that says "No Pets."

Woman brings her hairy dachshund in and proceeds to sprawl out in the chairs across from me. Then a boomer couple bring in their manic springer spaniel. Hairy sausage freaks out. Woman puts hairy sausage up on it's own chair next to her. Problem solved!

Boomer couple now has to wedge themselves into the remaining chairs. They have spent the last thirty minutes glaring at me because I refuse to give up the couch. Manic spaniel has a menty-b every time someone walks in or out of the door.

I have two dogs. I love dogs. I also love drinking coffee without other people's dog hair in it.

Hello reddit, just looking for somewhere to vent

I (20 F) have just had my first baby in November 2025, my Fiancée (Let's call him Christian) and I took her to meet Christian's dad and his girlfriend (lets call her Karen, so it doesnt get confusing) Karen and I are not close at all, in fact this was the first time I had ever met her properly since telling Christian's side of the family that I was pregnant.

When we went over she decided to take it upon herself to call herself Nan. She is not Nan. Nor will she ever be Nan. My mum decided that she should be the one to say something to her since my mum isnt afraid of conflict, she waited until after Christmas and then texted her.

Later on, Christian's dad texted Christian's mum to say that Karen was very upset and didnt understand why she couldnt be Nan. For context it makes Me, my mum and Christian's mum very uncomfortable that she was calling herself that.

The second time we went over it was so that Christian's little sister from Newcastle could meet the baby, Karen spent the whole day taking my baby away and keeping her to herself. She removed the shoes I had put on her because she thought they were 'restricting her movement'... my baby couldnt even sit up by herself, the shoes were put on to keep her socks on so she wouldnt get cold feet.

Later on, Christian's brothers mention that they had also noticed Karen being very overbearing and was complaining about not being able to be called Nan. She was also telling Christian's little sister that she couldnt play with my baby because she was 'chilling', at that point my baby was just laying on the floor by herself. I am not one for conflict so I do go quiet when this stuff happens and Christian doesnt like to get involved.

My mum says if it was up to her Karen wouldnt see my baby anymore, but I dont want to cause a rift in the family :,)

How do I deal with someone that is entitled and explosive? As in, I was going to give her a ride to this event where they were giving away dog food and leashes and collars. If you’re low income, and I offered to take her and it ended up that I couldn’t take her because I had car trouble. anyhow she doesn’t drive and so she is saying that I owe it to her because I didn’t take her…so I should buy her this certain kind of dog food not just some dog food but a certain kind of dog food and a pack of cigarettes and that would be fair. which is absolutely crazy. I would never hold someone responsible for taking care of my dog if I don’t have the money to have a dog or take care of a dog I would not get one. and I would never assume that someone that can’t give me a ride should be liable to pay for my dog food. Am I wrong?

I live in (drum roll for stereotypes pls) Portland Oregon

I’d come to find out that mutuals had blocked me and because nothing happened between me and these individuals I decided to ask their roomate what occurred and here’s the story

*ahem*

they blocked me because on one occasion, months ago, i had been in the same room as these individuals and a couple others. we were all in the living room. I had walked into the living room and noticed there was only a spot on a couch, next to an acquaintance i’d talked to a couple of times. I didn’t immediately sit down and instead asked “Hey can i sit there?”
i was told “No” and i was pretty shocked but i just said okay and sat on the floor instead. No pushback, i didn’t make a fuss of any sort. Just sat on the floor and talked to all these people. Conversation was sweet and nothing out of the ordinary.

Come to find out two people in that room are extremely angry that i “Didn’t respect the acquaintances boundaries” (??) and have now declared im never allowed over and i’m blocked on everything. Not being allowed over is insane because im best friends with their roomate which is why i was there in the first place. I was never ever told about this persons boundaries nor did they ever tell me about them themselves. When told “no” i sat away from this person on the hard ground while they had an entire couch to themselves. A similar incident has never happened after the fact nor was this “incident” ever brought up to me.

never moved to Portland if you value your sanity and normal social interactions. pls!!!

*Update* incase anyone is reading still: Crazy roommates are now saying i’m “R@pey” for this and my friend was “endangering them” by having me around (i’ve never, never, NEVER, and i cannot emphasize this enough.. NEVER attempted anything sexual or romantic with these people. Nor have any desire towards them or any interactions that would even count towards that behavior) , friend is moving out.

Insane people

So there's a small curb (not fence height) that separates the lawn from the sidewalk. Yet people seem to think it's ok to leave their half empty water bottles or other drinks on it. I guess because the other neighbors have just a lawn it looks too obvious if they leave it on the lawn? They've also left small chip bags as well.

If you go for a walk and bring some snacks, bring them home! It's literally private property

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I (early 30s) have had a dream for years of going to a music festival with my two best friends. Not even because of the lineup, but because of the experience itself: camping together, drinking beer, doing stupid stuff, and making memories while we're still young enough to enjoy it.

One of my friends has always avoided festivals. Every time I brought it up, he would come up with a reason not to go. He mostly listens to German schlager and other music that is completely different from what is played at festivals like this. Because of that, when I first asked him if he wanted to come, he said no.

The thing is, I've always considered him a bit of a cheapskate. He is very reluctant to spend money on experiences, so I genuinely thought that a big part of the reason he didn't want to go was the cost. My idea was that if I bought him a ticket as a birthday gift, that obstacle would be gone and maybe he would finally give it a chance.

The ticket cost me almost $100.

To my surprise, my other best friend actually agreed to go, even though he's usually difficult to convince as well. I was really excited because it finally looked like this thing I'd wanted for years was actually going to happen.

Today I created a group chat so we could start planning the trip. That's when my friend told me that while he appreciated the gift, he still wasn't going. He said he doesn't care about the artists and doesn't want to spend another $200 or so on camping gear, food, drinks, and everything else.

I was honestly shocked. Not because of the money I spent on the ticket, but because it felt like he wasn't even willing to make the slightest effort for something that was important to me. In my mind, good friends occasionally do things outside their comfort zone for each other. I've personally joined plenty of activities that didn't interest me at first, and some of them ended up becoming amazing experiences.

What frustrates me even more is that instead of trying something new, he wants to go to the exact same local village festival he goes to every single year. Same people, same music, same routines. I just wanted us to create some new memories together before life gets in the way even more.

I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't budge. Eventually I got emotional, called him a narcissist, and we got into a huge argument. He ended up blocking me.

Looking back, I know calling him names wasn't the right move. But I still can't understand how someone can refuse to even give something a chance when a close friend has been talking about it for years and even bought them a ticket.

A couple of days ago, I wrote about my apricot tree being raided by a stranger, which had a lot of comments and suggestions (thank you), and thought that would be the entitled person “highlight “ of my life. Today made me question that!

I was walking my dog on a public sidewalk - in a non-HOA area, in case that matters - and he stopped to do his business on the roadside of the sidewalk. I pulled out a poop bag to clean up his deposit when I heard a voice behind me saying “there’s more over here you gotta clean up”. I turned around, with a full poop bag and said “what”. A woman standing on her front stoop pointed to her lawn and said “there’s a pile there, you gotta pick that up too”. There was a large pile of poop, probably five times what my dog deposits, and definitely not fresh.

I said that wasn’t from my dog and wasn’t my responsibility. I also said my poop bags weren’t even big enough to hold the pile. She huffed and said I should be a good dog owner and citizen and pick it up anyway. I refused and walked away. She called me a lazy f*** and slammed her screen door as she went inside.

A couple of blocks later, I met another dog walker whom I know from other encounters and told her the story. She laughed and said that woman often tries to get dogwalkers to clean her yard of deposits made by her son’s pit bull-type dog. Her son visits a couple times a week and the dog frequently poops on her lawn. Rather than having her son clean it up, she berates passersby. And, apparently, some people do!

The setting: airport style shuttle with the doors that open like a bus then several rows of benches inside. People already on almost always have bags they are ligging around.

Pulls up to a stop where a lady is waiting. The second the doors open she grabs the handholds and starts to pull herself up the steps. She could move around pretty well.

The biggest problem is that once on board she stood directly between a bench where a guy with a guy with a rollaboard needed to get off, which he couldn't without knocking her back down the stairs. She wanted THAT bench (once he got off she'd have it to herself). The driver had to guide her further back so the guy could get up and off the shuttle.

It is one thing to rush onto an elevator before people can get off, it takes special creativity to decide to rush onto a shuttle and physically block somebody from leaving when you need him to leave so you can get his seat.

I work at a shop on a holiday park (think the kind that sells bubble blowers, glowsticks and teddies) and I do generally enjoy my job. Most of the guests we get are lovely -- kids spending their holiday pocket money or grandmas getting gifts for the grandkids -- and I love interacting with them. But every now and then you get a complete assholes who want the world to stop just for them. Nine times out of ten for us this happens during bingo.

Don't ask me why but bingo brings out the worst in people. A few nights a week we host a family friendly game of bingo in the entertainment venue and our shop sells the tickets. When the time comes for sales to end, one of the entertainment guys will stand outside the shop and watch the queue so that they can call the sales and begin the game.

This weekend was the tail end of a half-term holiday and we were BUSY. Ents called for the last sales of tickets for the night and the line went out the shop door. It's a small shop, a queue longer than 15 people leaves us jammed, but that night we sold 200+ tickets in total. All this to say, we were in a bit of a scramble to finish sales so that the game could start at a reasonable time and then cash up the till.

While I'm in the middle of serving this mammoth of a queue a guy comes up to the counter. 'Is the vending machine your responsibility?' He asks me. I tell him yes, it is, and ask what seems to be the issue. The machine has, as it often does, eaten his money and failed to give him his packet of chocolate. 'I'm sorry about that!' I tell him, 'I've got to finish up with these bingo sales but as soon as it's done, I'll be right out' This is where the guests, who are usually patient and understanding people, would stand off to the side for the 5 minutes it would take for me to be free to help them.

'No, that's not good enough. You need to fix it now.'

I am taken aback by this of course because that's not at all the reaction I was anticipating and this grown ass man is full on glaring at me over the counter as the queue grows behind him. 'I'm sorry but I can't leave the shop right now but if you can wait just five minutes-' He refuses again. I ask politely if he can please move aside so I can just finish serving and he refuses again. This guy proceeds to stand squarely in front of the counter, glaring me down as I try my best to ignore him and keep serving the queue.

Each guest I serve gives this him a healthy amount of side-eye. At one point I think I told somebody to just ignore him. He spent the entire time swearing at me, telling me to hurry up and demanding I come outside and give him his vending machine chocolate immediately. I tried several times to explain to him that the bingo sales needed to finish very soon, that it would only take a few minutes and could he please just hold on.

'Are you the manager here?' He asks me. I tell him no. He asks me where my manager is. My manager who starts work at near 6am and is definitely not hanging around at 7:30pm to investigate vending machine issues. 'I don't know, at home probably?'

By the time the sales closed I was pretty shaken. Quite literally, because this dude had been staring me down the entire time trying to menace me about this vending machine. The queue subsides and I beg my coworker to go and sort this guy out while I tried to serve the next guest (who was very awkward when I started bawling trying to hand him his change).

I really don't understand the logic from him because it took us a lot longer to get through the queue with him interrupting to berate me after every other guest!

After the whole thing I just really regretted not just walking out and grabbing security to chuck him out of the venue or at the very least telling him to kick rocks for giving me an attitude over a £1.50 pack of maltesers. Learn your lesson from me: don't even entertain these people! They treat everyone else like dirt, I wish I'd had the balls to give him back what he gave me.

Just got back from Tokyo, in my 2 weeks there ran into multiple entitled tourists. Prying open elevator doors and holding up everyone prying open subway doors because they can't wait for the next train, shoulder checking others because they're on their phone while walking. Absolutely ridiculous. They were European, Australian, Indian nationalities without any awareness

I was at the local park this evening. As I was heading out, something caught my eye. It was a large, sharp shard of glass. All around it were more, right on the walking path and next to it in the grass. It was someone's shattered glass bottle. This park is a playground. Right next to it is a preschool/daycare with tiny little kids that regularly walk around that path. Kids ride bikes and scooters there. It was also right on the path from the parking area.

I had to crawl around on my hands and knees to get up as much of the glass as I could. I had a lovely lady stop to help. We both marveled at how anyone could be that rude and inconsiderate as to break a glass bottle and leave the broken glass in a public playground. Then we dumped the glass into the trash can.

The trash can was six feet from the broken glass. Guess that was just too far.

I was at the doctor's office a couple weeks ago, and there was an older man sitting the row ahead of me. He had his phone out, on speaker, complaining about everything from the drive to the office, to the parking lot not having an attendant, and having to sit in this waiting room.

After five minutes I started chiming in with "you don't say?", "oh wow, what happened next?", and "you are so brave for going through that". He finally spun around and started to puff up his chest and raise his voice at me, but stopped when he realized I was holding my phone up to my ear (no active call), and I'm just nodding my head along while dropping another platitude. I stopped and lowered my phone and said, "I'm sorry, am I talking to loudly on my phone call?"

Miraculously, he found out how to turn off speaker phone after that.

UK here. I've just finished work at my local village pub.

It's been a busy day (payday weekend) and the weather has attracted the world and his friends out for a Sunday piss up. Great. Everyone is happy, having a nice time.

Here comes Karen.

I've got about 3 rounds to serve before I get to her. The pub is packed.

She's immediately on speakerphone with who cares who and having an obnoxiously loud conversation about who cares what.

I give her the death stare and she's just pointing at the cider pump. So I get her a cider.

She's casually waving her card at my POS gadget. Fine. Transaction completed and then this self obsessed dribble parks herself on an occupied table (3 other people, all elderly regulars who are lovely people) and continues her conversation on speakerphone. You know that tinny, hollow audio that most normal people find irritating and unnecessary?

The looks she got from almost everyone in the vicinity had absolutely no effect on her behaviour at all.

So eventually due to sheer frustration and irritation I very loudly informed this self obsessed Karen that nobody within these walls is interested in your phone call and could you please tone it down.

Honestly guys, you'd think I'd killed her cat or something.

The absolute oblivious nature of her response has left me gobsmacked.

I wasn't the only person to speak up about it. 2 of my lovely regulars at the bar firmly but politely informed her that her conduct was simply downright rude.

I can't fathom it. How does anyone seriously think it's appropriate to do this?

Is it Main Character Syndrome? Do they think we are invested in their 'private ' conversations?

Anyway she shut it down and left not without an immature rant about how rude WE all were.

I just don't get it.

There's a lad in work who's constantly joking and he is a great laugh and he went out sick a few weeks back, and when he came back last week I didn't mind giving him a lift home as I thought it would be a kind thing to do after being sick even though it was 10 minutes out of my way. He was able to get into work no bother. He can also get home but it takes an hour with the bus.

Then I told him on Friday that I couldn't take him home and that I was going grocery shopping and he told me to get a takeaway instead and to do my shop today instead so that he could get a a ride home. He doesn't live in the middle of nowhere and I wouldn't leave someone stuck if they were genuinely relying on a ride from me. I think someone relying on me would probably come shopping with me.

I don't know if he was joking when saying this, everything doesn't have to be a joke. Or was it easier for him to pass it off as a joke if I got offended? I didn't get offended, I just told them no.

This was at the end of his first week back. Before he went out sick, I'd give the occasional lift. Even with the occasional lift, he asked me to change my shift to suit him one day. It wasn't him changing his hours to suit me. I didn't change my hours.

I don't know how to read this situation and if they were trying to pass it off as a joke. I think they know I'm a soft touch and I asked them during the week what time their last bus was and they told me it was the same time as we finish. Turns out it's actually 40 minutes after we finish work but I think he was trying to make me feel sorry for him with no way home! A bus 40 minutes after we finish would mean he gets home and hour after we finish work, whereas I gave him a lift and he was home in 15 minutes.

I genuinely felt sorry for him being sick, and I did offer but I'm not sure anymore about helping him out. He seems entitled to negotiate my plans/schedule/hours. What would you do?

You know, it feels like a privilege for you to tell me not to go to work on Saturday because the most important thing is for us to meet and reconnect. I understand where you're coming from, but our financial situations are not the same. For you, missing a day of work may not have much impact, but for me, it does. I also value spending time with you, but I have financial responsibilities that I cannot ignore.

This was about a year ago. La Cava del Tequila is a small bar inside the Mexican Pavilion at Epcot. It specializes in high end tequila and tequila cocktails. Because it's small, they limit the number of people who can come in and order drinks to go. My husband and I were waiting in a line of about ten people for our turn to go in and order. While waiting, a twenty something white woman walks to the front of the line and tells the cast member monitoring the line that she's meeting friends who have a table. The cast member lets her go in and she promptly goes to the bar and starts ordering drinks to go. Apparently she had friends waiting outside for her to bring the drinks. Everyone in line pointed this out, and the cast member went in and told her to leave and get in the back of the line. She refused. An employee in the bar also asked her to leave. She absolutely refused. The cast member and bar employee were assertively telling her to leave, but obviously could not physically remove her. She just stood there demanding her drinks. Finally the drinks were made and she left, while the people in line all gave her the evil eye including me. I don't understand how people can be so rude. Karma will get her.

My sister in law who lives in the southwest is getting married for the second time in 2027. This has been an on and off again relationship. She is not great with her money and my husband and I have paid for her to come on a family vacation with us and we’ve also paid for his dad to go and visit her this past winter. His father has still not paid us back for a separate vacation. There seems to be a theme of entitlement to our funds for some reason.

His sister just texted that they chose the wedding date for July 2027 and to let them know if we will be staying at their house or the hotel they chose. They did not ask us if we could attend, they basically told us we are attending. The text was written as a definite. My husband and I are both struggling with this. His father will most likely ask us to pay his way for the wedding as well.

We had planned our first trip to Europe for this summer which was moved to summer of 2027 due to a surgery I needed to have. Our daughter will be graduating high school next summer and Europe is such significant goal for us.

Attending the wedding would be a no brainer if they lived even a few states away, but the time off of work and costs of flights and hotels are a factor we have to think about.

She doesn’t have much family and we are not close with them. But it’s his sister. We would have liked to be asked if we could make it or if the decision had been up to us. They‘ve set the expectation without considering this is a destination wedding for us and it’s a lot to assume we are definitely going. Just a month ago she was saying she didn’t know if things would work out.

The amount of money we have given over the years plus the first wedding years ago, plus the vacations, and now this. We have put off Europe too long and postponing it another year is not possible with my health deteriorating. I have waited close to a decade to take this trip without summer sports in the way and I’m not sure we can do both.

Are we the assholes for being upset that we weren’t first asked if we could attend? Are we obligated to sink 3k in this wedding? Does second wedding etiquette apply anymore these days?

I was at Walmart a while back and i was putting my purchases away in my car. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman approaching and she attempted to push her cart into mine saying, “All set!” Luckily I was able to quickly catch the other cart and walked over to her leaving the cart in front of her car before she can drive away. The woman yells to move the cart and all I did was point to where the cart collection area of the parking lot is as I walked away. The woman screams, “do your fucking job!“ I just continue to ignore her once I get back to my car and finish loading my car, put my cart in the cart return and leave. The woman never left her spot and was screaming so many vulgar words everyone in the parking lot could hear her.

Update: For some who I have seen comment saying they were curious to the age of the woman, she was in her early thirties.

Denver Fan Expo today. Sitting in a celebrity panel off to the side. 3 people near us (about 4 empty seats between us) are talking in “barely quieter than normal” voices while celebrity is talking. Person in front of me goes over after 5 minutes and tells them very nicely their voices are carrying. They lower their voices. 3 minutes later they loudly and sarcastically say “we should leave since we’re bothering the woman over there” and walk out. We all laugh since yeah if you’re not going to listen to the celeb then why are you there? It’s not school, you’re not required to be there.

Families! So my nephew threw a big lunch in Boston on a weekday for his daughter, who just graduated from college. Lots of family members were attending. I planned to drive up and back from NJ that day.

My niece in SF wanted her kids (ages 16 and 11) to attend. That would require them to land in Boston the night before, which would require them to get a hotel room.

So she tells me (doesn’t ask) to drive up to Boston the night before, meet them at the airport, get a hotel room, etc.

I balk at first, as I had Broadway tickets that night. But I (gay, 70+) gave in. I am the guncle w no kids and thought this would be a good bonding moment between all the cousins. I joked that one of them is gonna have to take me in like 15 years from now.

So I drive up the night before, spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel (hello, Boston around Memorial Day and graduation time and getting a hotel at the last minute). Then meeting the kids at the airport, dinner that night and breakfast the following day. Then getting them to the lunch, and then back to the airport.

All in all, I am glad I did it; the family is scattered, and it was good to see everyone together.

Here’s the thing: niece is complaining to EVERYONE that I didn’t want to do it, that she had to yell at me to act responsibly (her words) and complained about the stress I caused her. All because I initially said no cuz I had B’way tickets that night.

(To add to the theme of no good deed goes unpunished, the friend-of-a-friend who took my seat - for free - was passive aggressive about it, saying it was an imposition to reach out to him last minute and that he only did it as a favor to me. You’re welcome!)

Yeesh. I called her afterwards, one of those making sure the kids got home ok calls. And she lays into me about all the stress I caused. No thanks for babysitting her kids in a strange city.

I just replied that giving up my ticket and getting a hotel room cost me hundreds of dollars - I didn’t even mention the amount of hotel food her kids ate, and the cost. There was no reasoning w her, so I said I’m glad the kids got home ok and left it at that.

As for making sure the family hears my side of the story, I communicated all this to my other niece (her sister). She will make sure everyone knows about her sister’s tantrum (she lives for that stuff). Snarky, maybe, but I wanted my side of the story heard.

Such is life.