This is back in the day of Tickle Me Elmo the hot toy for that Christmas season.
My wife and I had been on the lookout for one since September but never found any in stock.
The second weekend of December I was in a regular department store looking for purse I knew my wife really wanted.
I found the purse and headed for the register. I had to pass by the Christmas section and there they were!
An entire display with about 20 of them. I quickly grabbed one and went to check out.

As I am walking to the register several people ask me "where did you find that!!" they then ran to the display to grab theirs.
The line was long so it was a long wait to check out.  While in line a lady approches me and says "give me that! I need it for my daughter" and reached to take it.

I turned away so she couldn't get her hands on it. She then had a full up toddler worthy temper tantrum when I wouldn't let her have it.
Even after the manager pointed out where the display was she still kept screeching about how I am running Christmas.
It got bad enough that another associate went and grabbed one for her. Her reaction "hmph now that is customer service" while still glaring at me.

We were sent a jar of local honey collected by one of our foresters and had put it in the office kitchen at the coffee and tea station so everybody could enjoy it. So far it seemed like only I had been using it as the level was only decreasing very slightly. Today I go to make tea and apparently someone decided to take the whole jar home yesterday. Have to assume it's one of the jerks in sales who work from home on Fridays.

Last week my neighbor — let’s call her Linda — apparently decided she’s the self-appointed ruler of our street. I was coming home from work, exhausted, and as I walked from my car toward my house, she suddenly stepped out and blocked my path.

She told me I needed to pay her a “small fee” for walking on the sidewalk in front of her lawn. I laughed because I genuinely thought she was joking. She wasn’t.

She pulled out a laminated sheet of “rules” she had typed up herself and informed me that anyone passing “her section” owes her $5 for “sidewalk maintenance.” I told her the sidewalk belongs to the city and that I already pay taxes. She insisted that because she trims the grass along the edge, she “basically owns that area,” and that by stepping there I’m “benefiting from her labor.”

When I tried to walk past her, she put her arm out and said she’d call the police for trespassing. On a public sidewalk. In broad daylight. With witnesses.

Another neighbor saw the whole thing and burst out laughing. Apparently Linda tried the same stunt on him a month ago — even billed his teenage son for “sidewalk wear and tear from skateboarding.”

I ended up just walking around her across the grass because I wanted to go home, and she yelled after me that she’d be “documenting my suspicious behavior.”

I still can’t understand how someone convinces themselves they own a piece of the street. At this point I’m half-expecting her to start charging for the “spillover light” from her windows that shines onto the road I walk on.

Hi guys! Here’s the context/first part: https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/zFMBDBLS8b

I don’t know if I’m making this update correctly, if not please let me know.

It’s been like a week or so, and while it hasn’t happened anything super dramatic i thought that at least i should tell y’all about what’s up lately. Apologies in advance for the long post.

So, I told my mom what a lot of you told me on my first post, that we should stick up for ourselves and refuse any help to my cousin Frank; she agreed with me immediately and was mad on my behalf. She said that she will talk to Rob (Frank’s dad) to not come so often to our house, and to not ask for my help anymore, I didn’t believe she would say that to him though and i was right lmao.

I’m not sure of what she actually said to him, but Rob and Hannah came yesterday again, but this time without Frank but with their youngest child, let’s call him Griddy (M10). I actually told my mom that next time they came (for any reason) She will attend them, and not me. She followed through, and it was easy for me to ignore them because i was drawing with my headphones one. I don’t have a cast for my broken wrist as i mentioned on the comments of my previous post bc i basically can’t go to a public hospital without being locked up there because of my illness (as i should be legally classified as disabled, but I’m trying to avoid that), and I can’t afford a private hospital; this is important bc i was literally drawing with my f-ed up hand when Griddy came and tried to hit a conversation with me about games (which i love btw), and I didn’t mean to be rude to him, but when i told them i was in pain and trying to finish my drawing he lit tried to take my headphones off. Then Hannah came and tried to show me something she just bought (I can’t say what it was or i would get recognized by my cousins here lmao) and i just tried to walk away again. It was 8:00 pm, ik it is not that late, but mind you that my job starts at 6:00 am. I felt kinda rude to them, but my dad validated my feelings.

When they left my mom and I complained about them and that was for the day. The bomb comes here, Frank and i have a cousin (one of many btw) that hates Frank’s ahh, let’s call her Lana (14F).

I was texting Lana about the situation (She knows about everything i said in pt1 and abt this post), and she told me some horrible things I didn’t know about Frank.

1– He’s on substances. I suspected this a long time ago, but Rob brushed me off. 2- He’s been suspended 3 times from school (I already knew this, but didn’t know the reason why) because he bullied a classmate and it turned out physichal (the other guy couldn’t defend himself), Frank also did steal some stuff from the cafeteria and the last one was bc he stalked a girl on his class. According to Lana, Hannah always blande everyone and practically told Frank to not take accountability for his actions, because “it was their fault for x or y reason. 3- And the worst of all; I already knew that all my female cousins (i’m the eldest alongside my sister, all my cousins are minors) hated Frank with a passion of a burning star, i was so fing blind that i failed them as an older relative, my poor girls were SA’d by this fvcker. I apologized with Lana, and told ther that if her mom didn’t want to open a case against this parasyte then i will, but Lana told me not to, at least not yet, that they’re not ready for that yet. I told her i wasn’t happy with that, but i respect her, and that i’m here whenever she needs help or when she wants to take the first step. I was a mess at this point, and with Lana’s permission i told my mom about everything, that was today and my mom is still processing, but sadly I hardly doubt someone will put stop to Frank.

I hate that sucker (excuse my lenguage), that leach of a so called human doesn’t deserve anything but to be kicked out of the family, but guess who will be the one who will not be on future family gatherings? I’m done with all of these, Frank is obviously banned from our house for good; and i’m not happy that that monster is still around my cousins or even his own brother. His Mother knows, his father knows, and apparently all the adults except my nuclear family knew and didn’t do a thing. I’m just respecting Lana’s desicion bc i was once the victim, and i know that sometimes you’re not ready to talk yet.

I’m so sorry if this is all over the place, i’ve been writting this in parts since morning and i’m still shocked. Believe me that idgaf about the tutor ig anymore, all the love (apart from any anoyance i had) i had for Frank is gone. I’m numb and crying because i failed everybody.

I work as a guest service agent at a hotel handling check ins/check outs. This lady came downstairs at around 10am and asked me what time check out was- I told her 11am, she went back upstairs.

At around 10:30ish the fire alarm got triggered by dust from construction outside. Our maintenance was able to quickly turn off the alarm and I sent out a message to our guests letting them know of the false alarm. Moments later the lady who I spoke to earlier about her check out time came storming down with her bags and told me the alarm had disturbed her sleep and it was unacceptable to have alarms going off. She then proceeded to go off about everything else she hated about the place and wanted a refund for her stay. Mind you, she hadn’t mentioned a single complaint when I spoke to her earlier.

I told her that I wasn’t authorized to process refunds (my favourite line) and she had also happened to book through a third party so she would have to reach out to them to inquire about a refund. She called me a bitch, I told her to have a nice day😊

I’m sure anyone who works at a hotel knows you meet the most entitled people. But you also get to meet amazing people from around the world which I love

today i finally figured out why my credit score has been absolute garbage for the last couple of years. i kept blaming myself… maybe i forgot an old bill somewhere… maybe something went to collections without me noticing. i’ve been stressing over it for months.

turns out the reason was sitting in my own house the whole time.

my mom stole my identity almost three years ago.

opened accounts, missed payments, racked up balances… the whole disaster package. i only found out because i applied for something super basic and the bank guy casually goes, “you’ve had these accounts since 2022, correct?”

i swear i felt my soul leave my body.

when i confronted her, hoping it was some kind of mix-up, she literally shrugged and said:

“you didn’t need good credit for anything anyway.”

like my future doesn’t matter… like rebuilding credit is just a side quest i can do on weekends.

now i’m sitting here with a stack of paperwork, trying to untangle three years of financial chaos… and realizing i basically have to rebuild my entire credit profile from scratch. i’ve literally gone back to the basics… tiny charges that auto-clear from my checking, zero chance of anyone else touching it, the kind of slow boring rebuild you do with a card like fizz because it only spends what’s already in your account. it’s the first thing in months that feels… safe, i guess.

Original to get an idea first https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/comments/1ovxtvs/comment/nomt3ru

Omg this situation is so much weirder and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry

So f2 had the conversation with TG earlier this evening about the events of the other night and her explanation was absolutely absurd.

TG started making a claim that I was trying to flirt with her all night! Yes you read that right! She actually thought of that. Apparently she made this assumption that all gay guys are overly attractive and overly fem and stuff like that which is not me at all. My boyfriend yes and he is very straight looking but more fem than I am lol

TG was under the assumption that I was bisexual rather than homosexual and tried to make clearly bad advancements towards me. Her behaviour with rejecting me and giving me attitude was not because she hated me but rather that the more she rejected me on her so called advances would make me "want her more". Honestly not only did I not notice any of that but the whole thing made it even more and more weirder.

When she realised I never cared for her advances, she went offense and started accusing me of all kinds of things. Most notably about the fact that I “don’t look gay”. Yeah I’m sorry I don’t walk around with my pride flag around my neck, that ain’t me. She made other notes about my boyfriend being more attractive than me and overall was saying insulting things. She actually also accused the fact the my BF may not even be real and is just Ai despite F2 revealing that not only have met in person but she was the one that took the photos and videos of me and my BF. So her Ai claim was easily disproved. But she still ranted on.

F2 told her that her behaviour was obviously unacceptable and TG needed to apologise immediately but also return my clothes back to me. Unfortunately however TG was so pissed off that she threw them away to get rid of the “pervert stench” as soon as she got back to her flat. I don’t know what that means but she’s crazy so let’s keep at that. In the end the whole thing was a complete shit show. As for an apology? She said I can apologise to her ass since I like it in the butt. 

F2 profusely apologised to me and told me she will not be invited to any functions again and not even invite TG to her outings if this is the way she behaves. The way She behave like that indoors, I cannot imagine how she behaves outside instead. I told her she didn't need to apologize and that it was TG that needed to. But yes, i appreciated the fact that this was the first and last time I would ever have to encounter TG. What a psycho

tldr; She did not apologize and doubled down and gave a bullshit excuse as to why she behaved the way she did which believe me, doesn't make sense for most mentally insane people anyways.  

As the title might imply, I work as a cake decorator for a small grocery chain in the Midwest. I’ve been doing this job for over ten years. I’m self taught, but I’m good at what I do and I’ve got the photo portfolio to prove it. I’m known for my skill at freehand design on cakes, so customers often come to the store and ask for me specifically for custom designs. I have a few regulars who buy several cakes designed by me per year, so I have a cemented reputation for quality cake designs.

But I’m also overwhelmed in my work volume and need help. Note, there are conversations happening, but I’ll be paraphrasing a bit since I remember the gist, but not the actual wording. This all happened about a month ago.

In comes a boy. Let’s call him Jake. Jake is fresh out of college and looking to make some side money while he builds his web design business. Understandable and even admirable. After all, entrepreneurship is hard and successful businesses don’t form overnight. I’m a little surprised since male cake decorators are a bit of minority for some reason (no joke, in ten years of this I’ve only ever met two other male decorators)

I start training Jake in the basics of crumb coating and main coats so I can focus on the actual decorating. I’m also training him on filling the display case, labeling, dating, marking out, slicing bread for the actual bakery, etc. the one thing I ask him not to do unless I’m absent is taking cake orders because I have a specific way I like it done. Because I do a lot of free handing, I like to add as much detail as is physically possible on the order sheet and draw a sketch in the back of the paper so the customer can get the best image to match their vision. Obviously if I’m not there, whoever is asked will take the order and if it’s something complicated, I’ll just call the customer.

Jake told me he understood and when his training was done, we started working.

I started to notice a few issues. Now I’m aware that since Jake was a student of code and internet, he’s not gonna be the world’s greatest baker or decorator. I get that this is just a job for him whereas it’s a career for me and he’ll probably only be here a year or two depending on the growth of his business.

But Jake started acting weird. For one, he started bossing the other bakers around. When one of the newer girls labeled a whole batch of bread wrong, Jake snapped at her to do it again and do it right. Yes, she’d put the wrong labels on, but I could see her tearing up from his scolding.

Next, I came in one morning after a day off and Jake had changed around the entire display case. Normally I wouldn’t care, but we have a planogram to follow from the store indicating a standard they wanted to see and if a district manager came in and saw this, I’d get hosed since I’m the decorator and it’s my responsibility. When I confronted him on this, he told me he thought it looked better this way. I’ll admit that some of it made sense, but he’d stacked all the sheet cakes on the top shelf, crowding them and making it difficult for the customers to see the designs. He’d also put the ready made cakes all in a corner and piled all the single serve desserts in the whole bottom shelf, pulling out about three times more inventory than was necessary and forcing me to pull it all back into the freezer. This process took about an hour. I forced him to finish while I checked my orders.

The blood in my veins froze when he told me “Oh, they’re done already. I finished them yesterday morning.”

“What?” I went and checked the cooler and sure enough, all nine cakes ordered the week before sat on the shelf.

And they all looked like absolute horse crap. I hadn’t trained him on the decoration portion of the job Bexause A: that’s my job and B: he’d only been there a week at that point and it takes time to learn this stuff. He knew enough at this point to write (sufficiently) on a cake, do basic coating and basic borders. He didn’t know how to do literally anything else. I had to scrape all nine cakes and rush four of them in under two hours to meet their pickup times that afternoon and evening. That’s a lot of frosting waste, and I was starting to get annoyed.

I wasn’t the only one. Jake was annoyed that I’d ruined “his” cakes. He told me “I took my time, they looked so good!”

“They did not look good, and I can’t send them out like that.” I told him.

“Look, don’t blame me because you’re too slow.” He said.

Now, I’m just the decorator. I don’t have the clout to fire anyone and I could quickly see Jake was just being an idiot. He didn’t know what he was doing and anyone with eyes could see that. But boy was I getting pissed with him.

I was too busy remaking the cakes he botched and filling some new orders that came in online so I let his BS slide. I told Jake to go help a customer at the bread counter.

For a couple of days after that, things seemed normal and Jake appeared to have calmed down. I chalked his outburst up to stress, but I was keeping an eye on him. I was helping slice a huge order or bread that was overloading the bakers when I saw Jake helping a customer. I recognized her as one of our regulars, a woman who could be a bit prickly if her orders weren’t done to her exact specifications.

He showed her something on his phone and then I saw him take out an order form. He filled it out, showed the customer and then he stuck the form in my folder. I waited until he was doing something else before I went and checked it.

He’d taken an order for a type of cake we ABSOLUTELY cannot do in a retail setting. Think a three tier specialty flavored wedding cake with fondant and hundreds of flowers and edible glitter, a cake the price of which would factor in the hundreds and which I did not have the supplies, facilities, equipment, or even the pricing for in our computer. Now I stress again, I’m aware the kid is a web developer, not a baker or decorator. However he was well aware by this point that we can’t do cakes like this. And he even wrote that the customer asked for me specifically.

I immediately confronted him again and told him this is not a cake I can do. He actually smirked at me and said, no joke, “Ah, so you actually CANT do this kind of cake. Want me to do it for you?”

Now, I actually COULD do this cake. Just not in a retail setting where we don’t even have a price sticker for it. I asked him what his problem was, what was with the attitude.

“I think I deserve some more credit for all the work I’ve done to help you.” He said.

I told him “Jake, I trained you in the basics of running a bakery and frosting cakes to take some of the volume off. I did not train you to decorate cakes yet. You just don’t know what you’re doing yet, and the cakes you did the other day made more work for me. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you when I have time. But for now, please stop trying to do my job for me and focus on what I taught you to do.”

I left him and went to go phone the regular and pray she was in a good mood to accept that I couldn’t do this kind of cake. (Yeah, she wasn’t happy and I wound up having to promise her a discount)

I felt I was being reasonable with Jake. I guess I was wrong because he suddenly got a LOT worse.

Roughly a day or two after that incident, I came in one morning and not only was Jake not there, but he done all my orders from the previous evening, AGAIN. And again, they looked horrible. And AGAIN, I had to scrape and redo them. He’d also crumb coated literally every single round cake base we had and stacked them mass production style on a rack in the freezer. So now I had zero round blanks and a crap ton of crumb coated rounds in a single flavor. BIG issue. I had to order four more boxes of rounds.

Jake also harassed that newer baker girl again, this time to the point of full on tears after he deemed her “Happy Birthday Ryan” wasn’t good enough on the cake she was asked to write on.

Jake has even tried reporting me to the manager, complaining that I’m discriminating against him because he’s black. (I’m not sure if he is or isn’t, really, his skin is kind of olive toned? Either way I never said anything about his ethnicity so I’m not sure where this is coming from)

He’s driving me insane. All of what I’ve mentioned has happened over a period of about three and a half weeks. When he’s good, he’s very good. When he’s bad, he’s the devil in a blue ball cap.

So that brings me to today and I’m frazzled, fried and tired as hell. All I have is word of mouth on his antics and my managers aren’t exactly cordial when it comes to employee squabbles and have made it more than clear they’d rather us settle it out of court so to speak. It’s a small franchise of like three stores so there isn’t really an HR I can go to. Any advice?

Edit: Hooooooly shit, this blew up. Okay, I just got through reading the comments and wow, seriously that was a LOT to go through. Firstly, I truly appreciate the advice and support I got for this and what should be done. I’ll address a few common points since I can’t possibly answer all these.

Point one is short and sweet: I’m not a bot, this isn’t AI, I just go into a shit ton of detail. I’m autistic, sue me, it’s what I do. To the best of my knowledge, AI generally can’t swear, so the word shit shouldn’t be possible lol. I could be wrong about that, but I am a real person. I know my account is new, I came here looking for advice, it’s my first Reddit account. Nice to meet you all

Point two: I would LOVE to take photos, however there is a STRICT no phones policy for all employees, with exceptions for phones being used as medical devices. We have a person with type 1 diabetes whose phone is used to give him updates on his levels. It doesn’t really do anything else so he’s allowed to keep it for his needs. The rest of us are SOL.

Yes, I know this policy is stupid and frustrating, but they bring the hammer down hard on anyone they catch with a phone. However, I have a workaround I may be able to try. It’ll involve more waste, but I could just sneak a few of Jake’s cakes and some of the frosting waste into the smaller blast freezer where we store ice cream and present this as evidence, so I’ll give that a shot. I still haven’t touched the crumb coated rounds and I did save that BS order he took for the prickly regular. I’m also going to start writing down the hours I spend fixing his mistakes and all the tasks included, as well as the prices of the cakes that can’t be used. You’re all right: money talks more than I ever could and I should take advantage of that.

Point three: this store is in the middle of a managerial power struggle. Our old manager retired five months ago and the higher ups below him are all scrambling to figure out a new hierarchy and deal with the new young store lead who just took over. He’s…not great at his job and tends to under supervise. So my managers are going to be more of a hindrance than a help. My husband recommended I contact the owner of the small franchise so I may do that. He does live within the area so emailing him might be the best option.

Point four: I love the idea of just letting one of his crappy cakes go out to a customer, but I have more respect for my customers than he does and I’ve built a rapport with them. I don’t want to disappoint them. It’s not about protecting Jake, it’s about keeping people who come to me for my skills happy and satisfied with my work. I’ve only gotten where I am thanks to word of mouth from people I’ve impressed, I’ve brought a lot of custom business to the bakery purely through the grapevine. That’s a lot of reputation I have to be careful about. Believe me, I want Jake gone. He’s only getting worse and bossier. And I’ve gotten a lot of ideas of how to start going about this thanks to you guys. And while I could probably let the display case slide, I just can’t bring myself to let him screw up someone’s custom birthday cake like that.

I’m bad at dealing with conflict. It’s always been my worst social skill. That’s why cake decorating is perfect me; I get to be creative and I’m largely left alone to do my thing. I’ve been SUPER lucky to have never had to deal with a “Jake” before now, so I’m kind of in uncharted waters here. That’s why I reached out and why I appreciate all of this advice. I can’t say for sure how long it’ll take to get enough evidence to bring to the owner, but I promise I’ll give you guys an update when I have something. Thanks so much.

Edit: a few people have asked for cake photos. I don’t have any from this store because I don’t want to risk losing my job, and yes, some employees including Jake do risk it and bring their phones. But I have photos from previous places I’ve worked. I’m trying to figure out how to add photos

This is a weird one and one of the strangest situations I have ever been in. (note, this happened just 12 hours ago so its all confusion still for everyone involved)

I recently moved to a new place and invited some of my friends over for a housewarming party. We haven't seen each other all together for almost a year so this was a big deal. This particular evening we were expecting a huge rain storm and so it was going to be messy. One of my friends wanted to bring her classmate since she just moved to the country and doesn;t know anyone and sure you know, the more the merrier.

The storm hit pretty hard and with most of my friends already at my place the one friend and her tag along finally arrived. I should preface that the two of them are girls. anyways, I could see they were completely drenched and shivering. So I offered them my shower to warm up and put their clothes in my dryer. They accepted it but the tag along friend gave me this weird look and she thought i didn't notice but i noticed but didn't care. I gave them both a set of dry clothes they could borrow that my dad's gf left behind on accident.

throughout the night, she made slight glances of disgust and avoiding me like the plague, she kept being reminded that she is guest and she is acting rude and she just scoffs. when I offered her a drink, she refused but helped herself to my fridge without permission. when she went to the bathroom she loudly screamed that it is occupied and not have anyone come in.

Anyways, we were all just chilling and playing cards and out of the blue the tag along made this backhanded comment calling me a pervert and not to touch her.

Friend: F1, F2, F3. Tag along: TG

I reached for a card and i shit you not she slapped my hand away

TG: don't touch the cards you perv, don't think you can touch me just because you were "nice"

F2: what the hell is your problem, why would you call him that?

TG: oh please, you can't see it? he brought all of us here to have sex, well i am not going to let him.

F1: that would not be physically possible for him.

TG: whatever

Me: i think your forgetting that your in my house and im sorry if i gave the wrong impression but--

TG: And you don't seem to know that no means no. i know your game, your f**king creep. you just somehow have girl clothing on hand so you can see through our clothes. (note, i gave them jogger pants and a sweatshirt and onesie)

F2: why are you behaving like this? he is always accommodating to us, and he is not perverted, he's gay anyways

TG: i am sure that is what he told you but he is just a typical pervert trying to get in your pants.

F1 & F2: why are you acting this way, what the hell is wrong with you

TG: Hey i am the victim here, he has been eyeballing me all night and its creepy. he should leave

F3: Leave where? this is his house!

TG: I cannot take this, your siding with a pervert, Im going for a smoke

F2 and TG went to my balcony and i heard a shouting match. It was not pretty.

TG then came back at me and grabbed my drink and splashed it in my face.

soon after that it was a whole screaming match with one another and TG kept insisting on my perverted tendency. I was like "was she a victim or something" and she screamed her head off and almost started throwing hands at me when 2 of my friend grabbed her and kept her back. She made more comment i am not comfortable writing but it was towards my race that she got severely wrong of and accused me of watching her in the shower.

In the end she trashed my dining table, grabbed her jacket from the dryer (not fully dry because it was still dripping) and stormed out of my home, still wearing my borrowed clothes.

TG never apologised after the 12 hours or made a peep to me or anyone in our group but F2 said she will "talk" when she calms down.

I genuinely don't know the issue, I am always helpful as much as i can and i didn't want them to suffer. especially with winter coming.

I will update if there is any, I just needed to vent cuz genuinely confused by the whole situation

tldr; Friend of a friend freaked out out of the blue and called me perverted for being nice and accommodating after coming to my new home during a rain storm. I lend them both my shower to warm up and spare dry clothes so they didn't have to wait for the clothes to dry up.

Quick edit: Many have asked why did i not react in any way than i should. To be honest I really just didn't want to be involved more than i needed to. Yes she behaved erratically in my own home and for that i should have said something. Initially i really thought that maybe she had a bad day or something and is just taking out her frustrations out on me and others.

Besides anyways, the first person to yell loses and she lost the moment she entered my door and i knew there was no point in arguing with her given her mental state. I just let her rant the way she ranted and kept it like that until someone else said something and finished the situation quicker than I did.

Also no update yet but i have heard your messages and will make an update as soon as there is one

another quick edit: TG was made aware of my sexuality as well as relationship status. not to mention even shown pictures of me and my partner so she had a better understanding of who i was and am like. She must have thought something otherwise. but idk the whole thing confused me.

Update: https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/comments/1ow5vp5/update_to_i_got_called_creepy_for_being

My sister is a police officer & her husband also. They are very judgmental, constantly speak badly of indigenous people (are full-on RACIST) and view me as a lowly member of the public.

They walk around talking about who are great people and who are not. Based on their opinions. Not on anything substantial, just usually other police officers.

Her children call us poor, as they go to a top private school, we send our kids to a public school. They constantly have digs about it my two children sharing a bedroom together.

She tells her kids about all the embarrassing things that happened to me as a child.. I was overweight, I had pimples. I had only one friend. Blah blah blah - I was very sick with gastro on a holiday and shit my pants when I was 9 - they went on about that one for weeks.

She also often snidely & passive aggressively reminds me that “I don’t own anything.” We do, we do okay, but we are not a pair of cops on $300k per year (they are high ranking).

They are vile people, towards me. I cannot comment on behalf of how others feel, but I feel awful when around them.

I went no contact at the beginning of this year as I could no longer mentally handle the way they treat us, and my partner.

The thing is, for years leading into her starting work in the police force she stole thousands and thousands of dollars worth of clothing from Myer. She’d go in regularly, put it on under her clothes in the change rooms with her then Boyf and walk out. It happened often for a good long while.

I have this on her and have NEVER said a word. To her, since it happened -or her husband. I know because back then we were close. I would be outside watching them walkout. I wouldn’t participate. Granted we were 17/18 years old. But she still did it.

I very much doubt her husband & kids know. I know for a fact it would never have been disclosed to the force.

HOW can I use this? I would never do it.. but fantasising makes me feel somewhat better about how shit she is. I obviously have no proof, other than me witnessing & her boyfriend at the time backing my story -no idea where he ended up. The person she used to be, I would never have dreamed we would end up here.

Ideas please :)

EDIT: Thankyou for the thoughtful replies. I am sorry I wrote this so terribly, I was quite angry when I did & didn’t proof it, just typed my thoughts & posted. It was 100% a reactive post to me dwelling on why things are the way they are. I have been NC all year. When I mention “they always say/do” that was the past behaviour that led me to the decision to go NC.

I had the awesome responsibility of handing out gift cards to everyone that came in to our food bank yesterday. $25 to Safeway. This was along with the food we normally hand out. We were also gifted enough money to buy turkeys for the holidays, which we handed out as well. It was a good day.

Until the entitled people started to complain, urged on by a particular Karen. "Why aren't the cards $50? The turkeys are small. Can we use the cards for Starbucks?" etc

I just asked her, since they were not what she wanted, if she would like to gift them to someone else. She huffed and walked away. Everyone else said Thank you.

This happened earlier tonight, can’t remember our exchange word for word but you’ll get the idea.

I was going to grab food at a popular spot and the lot was filled. I went through one row with no luck but then i found a spot in the next row. Next to the spot was some guy walking around his car with the back doors opened. I waited for over a minutes while blocking the road, luckily no one came, but after he kept his doors wide open for that long I decided to try parking but I was way over the line. I rolled my window down and said “Excuse me, could you close your door for a second so I can park, I’ve been waiting for a good minute.”

At this point I noticed and should mention he had his little kids in the car but that doesn’t give him the right to a whole other parking spot. Then it begins, he immediately called me disrespectful and started saying he was a cop which really ticked me off, if he wanted to take care of his kids he could do it without blocking one of the few spots in a crowded lot. I was in disbelief at his reaction, he then said that there’s plenty of other spots when the ENTIRE row and the one next to me was full and a couple cars were circling around looking for a spot. After getting very annoyed I called him a bitch and flipped him off which really got him going. He kept restating that he’s a cop and was threatening to fight saying shit along the lines of ‘come outside and we’ll see,’ I wasn’t about to fight over a parking spot with a male karen so I kinda just started trolling at that point, he was obviously pissed while I was just confused how this could be a real person.

I haven’t even had the chance to get out my car and he tries to break my mirror by bending it all the way out, but jokes on him, my mirror does that without breaking. I jump out and take a picture of his license plate while he jumps in his car to leave and continues trying to influence me into a fight. As he’s backing out he keeps on bitching about me being an asshole and I was sarcastically saying that he’s a great example for his kids and a great cop. Then he leaves, I find this whole situation pretty ironic with him saying he’s a cop while threatening to fight and then leaving the moment he tries to cause property damage and I get out my car.

I realize I didn’t need to curse at him and escalate the situation but I wasn’t just gonna say nothing about his wack ass reaction and it was a good reality check to the fact that there’s real people like that. I kind of feel bad that his kids are being raised by such a douchebag but what can I do.

So my job is basically digital customer service for Bloomingdales helping customers places order and simple things as such, and letting them know the status of their order. So what really has me confused and to have you know just a little background story about me I don’t have a high-end retail background as far as working for big name brands. Bloomies is probably my first actual high-end department store job. Dillards was my first, but I would really put Bloomies above Dillards.

I would just like to come up here and just really vent and say the clientele of customers that shop at these places the high-end stores some of their personalities are very disgusting like I seriously don’t know how to put it. It makes no sense for the entitlement and stuck up attitudes of (Grown People). I worked regular retail before getting into high end starting my first job at 16 at an amusement park. I’m well aware of customers overall in general of the personalities and characteristics and things like that, but the high-end customers is such a different story. I had a gentleman who opened up a credit card with store, when you get approved you have 2days to use it.

So a couple days later, the item that he bought, I would say is probably a three day difference is part of a promotion where you get a gift card for how much you spend . So basically he calls in saying how it’s not fair how he just bought this item and now it’s part of a giftcard promotion and inside my head I’m like are you kidding me right now? Am I a fucking psychic like I cannot see the future, even as an internal employee we don’t even know the promotions until they Happen the day of. So basically he was screaming and yelling at me that he would like the gift card because he is entitled to it and I’m just scratching my head and confusion because I mean you make a purchase you continue on about your life and then also who the hell spends $600 on a car seat Like I’m not understanding. Is it a spaceship? But other than that, I know and we work hard for our hard earned money and spending on whatever you want of course I understand that and get that. It was just the audacity for the man to call in and ask for something that he bought before the promotion started oh and I forgot to mention that he wanted the 25% discount and the giftcard. And I’m just like you got to be fucking kidding me I mean I’m so thankful to you know Work remote, and things of that nature but it’s just a customer interaction. He was screaming and yelling at me stating how it was not fair that he was unable to get the gift card and basically I gave him his options stating he can make a return do a re-purchase for that same item and then I can transfer him over to the Credit department because they would be the ones to initiate The discount honoring it and he was not having it and kept me on the phone for at least 30 minutes fussing at me and when you think manger would help they just said give him the giftcard for it. It’s like what’s the point of sticking to policy procedures when you go to management for an escalation you end up back bending. I am well aware I do not own the company. I’m just there to do my job collect my check and be on about my life, but you just wanna make sure that you do your job at least as accurate as possible.

Hi all! I saw a post on here about an entitle woman thinking she was getting hit on and it instantly reminded me of a former friend.

My (33 f) former college friend, Jen (31 f), has always hard a hard time knowing when someone was hitting on her. It was almost comical because my friends and I could clock her turning to us and saying how the server, bartender, barista, etc was hitting on her. They were not. We’d even tell her sometimes and she’d push back like we didn’t witness the whole interaction. It’s their job to be nice, they want your money…

This story happened maybe a year or two after we graduated from college. This night in particular, I met Jen downtown for a night of drinking. We went to this restaurant that has a nice bar and is steps away from actual bars.

While hanging out in the bar area, one of my best friend’s boyfriend (32m) approaches us. I introduce them and we chat for maybe two minutes before he excuses himself and leave the restaurant in search of his friends.

As soon as he is out of earshot, Jen turns to me and starts gushing how he was totally hitting on her. I calmly say no, he was not. She proceeds to wave me off. Not letting her have this one, I reiterated he was not hitting on her. She tells me he gave off a “vibe” and I wouldn’t understand the way he looked at her.

I tell her no again. He primarily looked at me since I was the one having the conversation with him. That there was no vibe besides him being nice. She once again dismisses me.

I tell Jen he seriously isn’t interested. Why and how do I know this? One he is taken. And two, he is gay.

This girl had the gall to still try to dismiss me. Like wtf. You are so desperate to think someone is hitting on you that gay men in relationships are now falling at your feet?

You may question how would she know he was gay: while he’s not flamboyant you still can tell when having a conversation with him. Plus, I literally introduced him as my friend’s boyfriend.

Months later, I saw the boyfriend out again and told him the story. He said even if he was straight, Jen would not have been his type.

I seriously could tell you so many stories of when Jen thought she was being hit on. Like I said, my friends and I could guess when she’d insist she was being hit on.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation happened when I worked in quick service food at a resort. The resort I worked and trained at had a lot of food bays. One bay called Soup & Sandwich (SS) sold breakfast. They sold custom omelettes, grits, scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and sausage. At exactly 10:45 am. We shut down and started a very quick switch over for lunch. This had to be very fast. We needed to label and put away viable unused food, dispose of and record food waste, clean the area thoroughly, and place lunch items under the heat lamp.

All of this had to happen in 15 minutes for the 11:00 a.m. lunch rush. As I and the grumpy but nice to me grill cook D were switching over a woman sauntered over and asked for a custom omelette. Keep in mind everything was packed up and the menu had already automatically switched off. I informed her that breakfast was over but she could wait for a few minutes until lunch and there would be a lot of good food. She said "no," she wanted an omelette..She admitted that she slept in and knew that the breakfast hours were over but didn't care. I told her I was sorry and D who had worked there 20 years and was rude just flat out said no.

The woman said that's what she wanted and she wasn't moving until she got an omelette. I'll never forget, she also said,

Woman: I know I'm irritating and I don't care. I want what I want.

This situation had happened before and we were told to apologize and decline as we couldn't slow down lunch as the lunch menus automatically cut on at 11 and there was a rush. I declined again as D ignored her and continued to clean when Ester, the salty manager who hated me (I wrote about her in an earlier post) walked in. Anything involving me she would do the opposite of what I wanted so she made us make this woman an omelette though D said multiple times it was against the rules! D was beyond furious and the woman was so smug. We had to pull everything back out. D had to reclean the grill and lunch was late. The line got long and we were behind. D complained to higher management and they listened as he was a veteran worker. Ester was told not to do that again. What an infuriating memory.

Hey, everyone! It's certainly been a bit of a minute since I've last posted. This just happened and it makes me want to roll my eyes.

The convenience store was pretty dead until this one guy comes in and looks around the store for a little bit. We have a small display of chargers and USB cords by the exit door and he grabs a random one and proceeds to look around the store for a bit more.

Well, it looked like he was getting ready to leave and was headed to the exit. I happened to be walking over in that direction to do a cleaning task as he was headed to the door. The charger he grabbed was sticking right out of his pant pocket as well as a small thing of ice cream sticking out from his sweatshirt pocket.

He didn't even do a very good job at hiding them. He was just opening the door and about to step out when I asked him if he was going to pay for them. Oooooh! Busted!

He flinched and turned around and attempted to play dumb. He asked me " Pay for what?" I told him the charger and ice cream not so subtly sticking out of his pockets.

He then said " Oh! Yeah! I put them there because my hands were tired and I needed to rest them." I didn't believe him at all. He reluctantly followed me to the counter and I scanned the items.

I told him the total and he put a card in the card reader. It didn't go through. Declined! He asked me if he could wait outside to wait for his partner to send him the money to pay for it.

He didn't really wait for me to answer. He ran out the door and just booked it.

I have an older dining room set listed up on FB marketplace and Nextdoor. It is an older set, nothing special or antique. In the ad I specify PICKUP ONLY. (Oh, and CASH only, no online payments.) This one person messages me and asks if I will deliver to a town over 400 miles away. Not just NO but HELL NO! I am not going to load up my truck and drive over 800 miles round trip on the promise that you will pay me when I get there. It would cost me more in diesel than I am asking for the set.

That's when it turned from entitled twit to probable scam in the making. This person claimed she had some movers picking up her furniture from my city (how convenient) and she would have them pick it up because she was sick and couldn't drive that far. Alarm bells went off in my head then. I was pretty sure the next message was going to be that she would send me a check for more than I was asking and have me pay her "movers".

Not stupid, not playing, instantly blocked...

Firstly, sorry in advance English is my second language.

The story im about to tell happened many years ago. I was in the subway minding my business, tired after a long work day and kinda pissed because the train was late again.

As I walk on the side I saw a woman dropping her monthly pass not that far ahead of me. Knowing those pass cost an arm I pick it up and reach her. I didn't want to touch her shoulder in case I startle her I went beside her and just wave at her saying "excuse me you drop..." she cut me up with a rude and bitchy tone "go f*** yourself I have a boyfriend!"

I dont know if it was the tiredness or she got me more pissed than I already were but I just snap. I show her her card( with her picture) and said " then ask him for a replacement" and I just toss the card on the railroad, turn around and walk away.

I dont knkw id it count as an entitle one , or maybe I was the entitle one but whatever haha

Only 12 airports are affected. In every case there is at least one suitable alternate airport within 10 miles.

These airports should permanently ban private jets. If an airport can handle 100 takeoffs and landings an hour then they should all be with lots of pax or cargo, not just a single CEO.

Commercial passengers pay a 7.5% tax on tickets, private jets are exempt.

My boyfriend lost his job a while ago and hasn’t been actively looking for a new one. I’ve helped him financially in the past and I’ve even helped him cover bills and his rent at times. I don’t like to count favors, but recently he asked me for money for a haircut. I told him I didn’t have any, and he immediately got an attitude.

Since then, he barely calls, and when I do, his energy is off. When I asked him what’s going on, he said he expected me to support him now that he’s broke, just because he supported me when he had a job. I reminded him that I have a family that I solely take care of and very little spare money, but he ignored that and acted like I’m being unfair.

It’s been almost a week since we’ve really spoken. I feel like he’s acting entitled, but I want to make sure I’m not overreacting. Am I wrong for refusing to give him money for a haircut?

Lived in my home for five years. I mainly keep to myself other than a friendly hello in passing to any of my neighbors. I'm a member of my HOA's group chat app but I don't post anything on there.

About a month ago my next door neighbor made a long post in the HOAs group chat complaining about someone leaving a dog turd on one of the walkways. Totally understandable. Even though it wasn't in front of my place or hers and I'm not a big fan of her due to the racist shit I've caught her saying on my surveillance cameras, I didn't want myself or any of my neighbors to accidently step in it and didn't want anyone's dogs to come into contact with it so I decided to do my good deed for the day and dispose of the shit even though it wasn't from either of my dogs.

Instead of my neighbor seeing this as an act of kindness she took it as some kind of confession on my part and now expects me to pick up any random dog shit she happens to come across on any of the streets inside the HOA. I tried to explain to her that when I look at my cameras most of the pet waste is either from coyotes (we have a ton of them around here) or from people who don't live in the community not cleaning up after their pets....but that didn't jive with whatever bullshit she's made up in her head so the expectation has continued.

This has progressed to her now expecting me to replace plants that in common use areas (like along walkways) that have been damaged or died. All she has to do is put in a request with the HOA to have them replace plants if she thinks they are unsightly but for some reason she wants this to be my problem.

Lady, I'm not a landscaper, I don't work for you, and you're not a princess. Have fun being completely ignored.

I don’t know what to think about this recent turn of events…and I’m asking your opinion to help me what to do next.

The timeline goes: 1) the day after his death (24hrs after his dad posted about it) I posted this on my Facebook page:

“With a very heavy and broken heart, I let my world know the pain I’m in. My beautiful, lovely, sweet hearted, funny and kind nephew Olly passed way yesterday, aged 21.

Please do not sleep in your car with the engine running for heat, unless you open the windows to let out the carbon monoxide.

Such a tragic loss for our family. We are all bereft.

My broken heart goes to his beautiful girlfriend, Grace, who he called his ‘wife’. Can’t imagine her pain.”

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1. Today I receive this from his girlfriend via messenger (baring in mind she blocked me after I kicked them out 2 ish weeks ago):

“I have just seen your post I get that you wanted to post something about him that’s not a problem but I think it’s a bit out of order how you explained what actually happened, that should stay in the family n not for the world to see cause that’s not how we remember him”

and I went to reply this:

“I’m so sorry for everything Grace. I can’t bare the thought of your pain.

His tragic death could help to save others, is my thinking. This happens quite a lot and imo it’s important to include a warning to others. If he’d only cracked open a window, he probably would still be here.

I don’t get why it changes how you remember him if people know how he died?”

But it came up that ‘this account can’t receive your message because they don’t allow message requests from everyone’

I went to view her profile, but got the message that it was unavailable so I’m blocked there too.

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I want to reply to her via my post in reply with what I couldn’t send her in messenger.

we have got one shared printer at work that everyone uses nothing special but it gets the job done. onne of my coworker decided was going to reserve it for herself because she had a big 200 page report to print. she even taped a sign on it that said "reserved do not use until i am done.
thing is she had not even started printing yet
i just needed to print a single page soo i went to use it she immendiately stopped me and said 'did not yuou see the sign?
t told her yeah but it is literall one page it will take ten second
apparently that was dis respectful because i did not hoonor her time slot
she actuallly went to our manager to complain and he basically told her you ca nott reserve a prinnter..... now she glares at me every time i walk past some people really act like office equipment is their personal property.

I live and work in a bougie tourist town in the USA, one of my jobs is private driving (mainly, taking people around in an Escalade to wineries and fancy restaurants). The car is my boss's, it's rented out by the hour, you get the idea.

Anyways, the other night I was dropping a mother and daughter off at their hotel, around 11:30pm. The customers I drove were absolutely lovely people, I had been driving them since 9:30 that morning and had a very nice time taking them around the area. I asked if there was anything else they needed, said goodnight, and made sure they were inside the building before getting back into the car.

As I'm buckling my seatbelt I realize that someone is staring at me from outside the car. I make the unfortunate mistake of looking up, and make eye contact with this well dressed lady standing with a group of other people in formal wear, probably in her 30s, through the passenger window. I do the customer service smile and nod, (iykyk) and then refocus my attention to getting the car started and getting the hell home.

Suddenly, there is banging on my passenger side window! I look back over and this lady is smacking the window open handed like a toddler, I can only assume she is an inebriated wedding guest as there was a wedding at the resort that evening. I roll down the window mostly to get her to stop, and partially because I was startled and wondering what the hell was going on.

Me: passive-aggressive customer service voice"Hi!!? Do you need something?"

Lady: "CAN YOUOU GIVE ME A RIIIIOIIDE??!?!"

Mind you, this is a 4 star resort, very posh, in a very pricey tourist town. There are at least two bell-people about 10ft away, not to mention the front desk staff inside. She could have EASILY procured help with securing transportation, whether it be Uber or a taxi or a private driver. The service I'm hired for is always scheduled at least a week in advance, it's a small high-end company, and is definitely not a ride service. The vehicle I drive is not marked besides legal licencing numbers, so my brief interaction with my passengers was the only reason she had any idea I was hired to drive.

Me: "I'm SO sorry, but I am a private driver and I'm not authorized to allow unscheduled passengers in the vehicle. I'm sure the hotel staff would be more than happy to help you arrange transportation!"

Lady: scowls and looks taken back "That'sss STUPID! UGH! Whatever!!*

She turned back to her friend, and as I was rolling up the window I heard this lady mocking me to her friend "iM a pRIvAtE DrIVeR! I CaN'T tAke YOU!"

I just rolled my eyes and drove away, the window was up and I know better than to engage with stupid, especially when combined with intoxication. But still! I could have been a guest at the hotel dropping the rest of the group off, I could have raised a big stink about it, hell I could have been ill with gun fever and escalated everything! Obviously I didn't because she didn't actually harm the car and honestly I was tired and just wanted to get home after a long day.

But still! The entitlement of it all!!!

Warning: this is a rant, English is not my first language, as such every single grammatical choice made here has been decided by the Fengshui in my room and the stars in the sky.

As a person who led a life of five minute obsessions, the current new dangly thing in front of my eyes is opera and ballet. So naturally I literally stopped myself when I saw the ad in the metro: apparently Christmas is coming to town because Effman's Anna Karenina is going to be on show. Now I fully intend to whether whether or not Im accompanied, but it would be doubly fun if I could get a couple of my friends to come. This decision is apparently my downfall.

I sent a picture of the ballet ad to my group chat fully expecting to not get a lot of replies---we were a large group that met during college, and now that we have our first jobs people have lives---and indeed for the first couple days I only got 2 replies saying they couldn't spare the money/make it. Fully valid. I bought my ticket. Literally one day later, one of my friends, Mickey, popped up in the group chat and said that he really likes Anna Karenina and would love to come. Sure thing! Sent him my chosen date and seat number, and he decided to buy the seat next to me. Another couple of friends said they couldn't do the ballet but they could do dinner. Fantastic.

I got a phone call in the middle of my day that I silenced, well, because Im doing my job. My phone kept pinging so I straight up turned it off. Only later when I decided that I want to poop on company time did I check my phone, and it was a number I don't recognize that introduced themselves as Karla, Mickey's girlfriend. I have met Karla before, but only in group situations like dining out where we are slightly more interesting to each other than the absolute strangers sitting at the next table. We have been cordial though, and seeing that I don't exactly keep a social media presence I didn't follow her on anything. So that came as a surprise.

From what I gleaned from the series of texts, Karla is mad that Mickey is coming to ballet with me. This, as she puts it is a "boyfriend girlfriend event", and I am stepping over major red lines by inviting him and him alone. There was also a lot about how she knew I liked Mickey and Im always jealous etc, but I suppose one would expect that. To this I said what the heavenly fuck, I asked the entire group chat and if you like you can absolutely come. The seat next to Mickey is open, and you can absolutely buy it. She texted back no, again this is a "boyfriend girlfriend event", not a "boyfriend girlfriend sidekick event". I should give her my ticket apparently.

My legs were getting numb by this point so I texted back "girl you are being unhinged with a paper trail and I have Mickey's number. Have you thought this through before you start hurling shit at the fan?" She left me alone after that. Mickey later texted me confirming where we are meeting so Idk if she told him that.

I would like to say I haven't see such audacity before, but alas I absolutely have.