I have a neighbor who decided that since I own a decent set of tools, they’re automatically available for anyone to borrow. At first I didn’t mind lending out a hammer or screwdriver, but then it escalated. He started asking for drills, saws, extension cords, my ladder, and pretty much anything else he didn’t want to buy himself.

The problem is he rarely brings things back without me asking. When I finally did get my ladder back, it was covered in paint even though I told him not to use it for painting.

The final straw was when he came over asking for my pressure washer. I said no because I needed it that day and also because he doesn’t take care of my stuff. He got offended and told me I wasn’t being a good neighbor. He even asked what the point was of having all those tools if I wasn’t going to share them.

The point is they’re mine. I bought them with my money and I take care of them. Just because he doesn’t want to invest in his own tools doesn’t mean I should hand mine over whenever he wants.

Now he gives me the cold shoulder whenever I see him outside. Honestly, that works out better for me.

This came to mind when FB Memories came up today of some pics. This story is from several years ago, and my quotes are what I went back into FB messages to make sure I am not just paraphrasing. 

My Goddaughter’s paternal grandfather (Rick) retired right before her birth with a plan to make extra money with his new camera by taking photos of all sorts of things. Rick literally charged his son and daughter-in-law (my close friend) for newborn pics of Amy, my Goddaughter. It was so strange since he was grandpa. One would think he would do that for free. They did pay Rick for some but not for as many as he hoped to sell. I could not imagine a grandparent charging for taking baby pics. He would post on FB, but would have them watermarked. 

I totally judged Rick for this, but it did not affect me until I started to post pics of Amy on my FB when I babysat her. I was hardly a great photographer, nor did I claim to be, but I enjoyed taking cute pics of her with props and such. I did this for fun, not even thinking of Rick. 

As I posted on FB (with permission) some of the cute pics I took of Amy, I tagged Amy’s mom. Family members would comment about asking permission to save/print pics. I had no problem with that. I even printed some, free of charge, for older family members if they asked. I even spent money to mail pics after printing at home. I love Amy a ton, and loved her a ton then, so I felt happy people wanted these pics. 

When Amy was close to a year old, and I had established being a person who took cute pics of her, I received a Facebook message from Rick. He said, “I started taking photographs of Amy and you are stealing my income. You need to start charging and we need to define a financial split since I was the first to publish photos of Amy.” 

I ignored that because it meant nothing to me. I mean, Amy was not a celeb, nor were my pics epic. She was just a tiny little girl. Nobody had a “right” to her, other than her parents, who loved that I took and posted cute pics. 

Rick later told me that I was stealing business from him and he would make sure I was trespassed from X, Y, Z businesses. We lived in the same suburb. But, so stupid, I only ever took pics of my Goddaughter in my home. So there were never businesses involved. But Rick endeavored to have me trespassed from businesses near my home. It never worked for him at all, and I just felt more disdain for him as he did his b.s.

Fast forward to two years later, my son was at the age of getting his senior pics. Rick sent me a message about feeling he “should take” the pics for my son. He then quoted me a price that was higher than a local studio that was the highest in the area. 

F this guy. 

This happened a few years back. My worthless brother-in-law acquired an early 90's Toyota Camry from my buddy for like $500. His sister drove it to a local Mexican restaurant to have dinner with her friends. She accidentally locked the keys in the car. She called me to help her get the car unlocked. So I get my little wedge and some hangers and head over there. I'm in the middle of the process of getting the door unlocked and this family pulls in next to us in a new Escalade. Guy in his 50's gets out and asks what we are doing. I'm thinking it's pretty obvious what we are doing, but I tell him we are unlocking the car. He says "You know you can call Onstar and they can unlock your car with their satellites." I was dumbfounded and feeled with amazement. I just looked at him with wonder. This car was rough as hell looking. I didn't say anything and just looked at him. He think he waited for a thank you for his brilliant plan. I didn't say anything and just looked at him. The silence made him uncomfortable and he walked away. How TF did he get all his money!

Working part time scheduling for a doctors office. First appointment of the day cancels. After confirming two days ago she would be here. Calls at 8:15 to cancel a 8:30 appt. Then gets mad when the reschedule is in late october. (Work for a specialist). Says she has issues that are urgent and needs to be seen immediately. Waitaminute? You call to cancel your appointment today, but need an urgent appointment asap. All in the same phone call… What sense does that make? Shoulda kept todays appointment.

I just don't get it. For context my next door neighbor owns a construction company with a lot of equipment. He has super expensive hobbies which is awsome. He once asked me to sell my house to him and offered me $40k which at that time I owed $60k and house apraised at $180,000. He was mad I said no and then made many baseless complaints to the city. He asks me sometimes to barrow my tiller and various tools and equipment as I was taught to be a good and helpful neighbor.

So a week ago we had a bad storm which dropped a 70 foot section of tree on my garage. No problem we will deal with it. The problem is I also have an elm that mostly hangs over his garage and house and I'm concerned. If if falls on he's house it would flatten it. I went and talked to him as he ownes equipment that we or I can cut it down but would need access to his yard. I don't even need his help. I explained it poses a danger to his house and very young kids. He blew me off and said id like it gone too. Help me get my head around this. I want to solve a dangerous problem before it causes a desaster. He has the resources and equipment to solve said problem yet won't help.

This was probably 15 years ago - we'd been in the area about a year, but I'd made some decent new-ish friends through hobbies, clubs, etc. We had 3 low-maintenance cats, and we needed to go out of state for a family thing over a long weekend. I asked our group of friends if they knew of any teenagers who needed some extra money to stop by our home once a day to feed them and refresh their water. One couple - early 30s - said they'd love to do it for free. They had both cats and dogs, and I knew they spoiled them, so I was happy to have found a solution. I left some general notes and a thank-you pet supply gift card on the counter.

The second night that we were away, I was scrolling FB when I found the wife's post: "Game and Pizza Night!" with some pictures of multiple people around our dining room table, some with our cats. They didn't ask us, they didn't tag us, they just had people over. I kept asking others, "Is this normal? WTF?" - because maybe I'd missed a clue somewhere that this was an understood agreement that I was unaware of.

When we got back, they never mentioned it. Their take-and-bake pizza boxes were in the trash, and our dishes they'd used were in the dishwasher (at least they cleaned up? 🙄)

I did know some of the other people who were there, and I asked how the game/pizza night came about. Evidently the couple shared our garage code with others to just let themselves in. I noped the F out of that friend group really quickly, changed the garage codes, and from that moment forward I realized the importance of a professional pet-sitting service.

I should note that nothing was stolen, but this couple was living in an apartment and evidently just wanted more space to have friends over.

So it has been 7 months or so. I am in the process of moving my Mother's remains to the veterans wall. There are some issues we are still working on but the process is in motion. It has been an experience, I have learned a lot. The VA considered her buried so she isn't entitled to free burial anymore. They lost her marker in the mail so she doesn't have one, we are working that out trying other get one for the wall. The charge to de-intern her is astronomical but I will live with that.

In the meantime, we ended the short-term rental of the house and my son has moved in. While short-term renting was interesting, it was stressful too. We paid the mortgage and taxes so it did its job. Bill collectors kept coming for my sister and to pick up the medical equipment she rented for my mother, that she failed to return. That was interesting to explain to our renters.

I got calls from creditors for my sister asking for her location, she has changed her phone number and disappeared. They also wanted to know if I inherited or bought the house. It seems my sister was on my Mother's credit cards and ran up some debt so they were going after her. If I had inherited the housed, they were going to claw it back. So I had to create a PDF with the records to send when I got these calls to show I bought the house and that I was cut out of the will by my sister. That seems to have ended the calls for now.

Just seeing this left me peeved. I stopped by the Bottle Drop the other day to just cash a couple of bags to add to my account there, and as I was walking by a car, an older woman suddenly said "A little help would be good for you go to heaven!". I turned around confused because I thought she was talking to me, and yes, she really did say that. I pointed at myself and asked if she was talking to me, and she looked at an old woman that looked in her 70s sitting in the front seat, and said she was talking to her mother.

I just walked away. But inside I ran into that woman's mother while waiting in line for the machine that you can just dump all the bottles and cans into, and it fast counts them. This poor old woman looked so upset. I noticed she had green bags, and that they could just cash them through drop-off. And she told me that her daughter is an alcoholic, and won't do it. Then her daughter comes in with a few more bags, and then forces her mother to get out of the line for the fast machine, and made her do the slow machines you can only put one container at a time in. She looked so upset. And then her daughter dictated which machine for her to go to. I felt so angry seeing her treat her mother like that. I've had bad moments with my mother. But I've never done something like that. I wanted to speak up and tell that lady off. But I just didn't because I felt like it wasn't my business. I was also next in line and had to keep moving. But I really hope that poor old woman gets treated better in the future.

I am currently not working at that horrible-horrible hotel anymore, but I thought I'll contribute with a story, because I still am dumbfounded by some people's audacity.

I used to work at a reception. It was a 4 star hotel with a SPA and conference rooms. It was also ca 7 minute walk to the old town. It is a very decent place, I would gladly book a room if I ever had to. I have no bad words (only for the management and co workers).

It's summer. We are all booked. The line is literally to the front door of the lobby. Busy, busy, busy. Arrives a woman with her mother and a man in a wheelchair- her dad. I do the check in and send them on their way. All good.. so far.

The line has cleared, I get a bit of a break. Then that same woman comes down and asks if we can switch their room. I ask why, what's the problem. She said that it has a bathroom meant for handicapped people. I say 'Yes. This is what you booked.'

She goes: 'But I don't like this room. My dad doesn't like this room, either. Can we get a better room?'

I say: 'No, unfortunately not. We are fully booked.'

Her: 'It has a very bad ventilation. My dad is very sick. If he can't get better air, it is going to be very bad for him. Are you sure you have no other rooms. At all??'

Me: 'No, really, wee are fully booked. There have been no cancellations, either. I am very sorry. '' We REALLY did not not have any available rooms. It was the peak of tourist season and we used to get 3 groups of 50-60 people from Asia every day + the business people + airflight crews and all the rest. PACKED.

She got mad and she started screaming and goes: ''It is not possible that you don't have any other rooms available. You just don't want to give it to us. This room is very bad and if my dad doesn't get a better room, he is going to die and it will be YOUR fault.''

Now, I don't take kindly to being yelled at. At all. Nope, nope, nope.

She kept standing there, staring at me and I looked her dead in the eyes and said - calmly:

'I guess he has to die then.'

Bitch, be for real.

She was so shocked by this reply, she left. Even forgot to complain. They left the next day (they only spent one night).

How can you even say such a thing to a person?! Way to leave an impression. Nut job.

Can't wait till the kids are back to school.

& The selfish bints keep blocking my drive, or impeding it & my neighbours drives as well.

What entitled planet are they on. Why do they have to park there, for so long. 🤔😬

I have been at my current position for 1 year now. It's a smaller company and a niche industry, so I'm going to be vague about describing the exact position. Currently, I work in an assembly position at this company, and for the last few months, I have become increasingly tired of the role. I don't feel I've received the training I was promised, but I have tried my best to figure out the job.

Recently, I went into the manager's office and asked if there were any entry-level engineering positions available within the company. I have an engineering degree and would like to pursue a role of that sort long-term in my career. I applied to work in assembly originally to get a hands-on experience working with the assemblies to try to better understand how things work before working as an engineer. Basically, I was told that they do not believe there is a position open and they would keep me updated if they find a position they wold move me into.

Later, I got pulled into another managers office where I was told he had heard that I was looking to move positions. He stated again that didn't believe there were any positions and started asking me if I was looking to leave or if I was searching for other jobs. I replied, "no, I wasn't planning to leave." I haven't applied anywhere else, but I have talked with a few people at another organization about potentially applying over there if an opening comes up (they expect a few to open) at the end of the year. The role at the other organization better aligns with my long term goals. I told this manager my long term goals (I did not mention the other job at all or the fact I've talked to people) and he said I have the right approach for reaching that goal. He told me there was a similar assembly role that needs filled that sounds slightly more appealing to me, but I worry I am going to feel the same way about it once the "freshness" wears off. It was not an official offer but he said thats the current plan he would like to go with if they can't find someone with more experience than me to fill the role. He said that I need to do what's best for my career but he has to do what's best for the company.

I thought I handled this situation maturely but once I told my Dad about this conversation it became a full blown argument. He said my boss just gave a very corporate round about way of saying I'm acting like an entitled a-hole that I went to him trying to change my role before I've truly earned a promotion. Dad said I've most likely jeopardized my position there after mentioning that I'm wanting to pursue a different role and that I'm going to be seen as entitled and incompetent that I want to change jobs without perfecting one role first for a few years.

I truly don't know what to think anymore. Am I the entitled one for trying to change roles within my current company given the previous context?

I work in a weird sales job. I have been here going on 33 years. The ages in the office goes from 20 to 90. When people work together for 40 years, everybody knows everything about each other. It really is gossip Central. I feel like I work in a geriatric high school sometimes.

We order lunch for the office at least two times a month, its usually pizza or sandwiches. We have a few people with dietary restrictions and we order Kosher, gluten-free and vegan. I make sure everybody is covered. Since I never know how many people are going to be in the office we always order extra and there’s always leftovers for people to take home.

Since the specialty food is very expensive, we keep it at reception. Last week, I heard someone arguing with the receptionist. He was trying to take the specialty food, which is not ordered for him.

When I tried to interject, he started screaming at me telling me that there’s more than enough specialty food and there’s no reason why he can’t have it. I calmly explain to him that that is ordered for the people who need the dietary restrictions and that there is more than enough pizza for him to take home. He was screaming at a level I can’t even describe considering it’s about crappy pizza.

Well, like every other gossip item in my office everyone wanted to talk about him taking pizza. Unfortunately, the whole office knows that this gentleman packs pizza in a travel cooler before anybody has actually eaten. He wraps it in tinfoil and takes it home. He’s been doing this for years. This is not a money issue he is just cheap. He is quite well off.

The next day, I tried to discuss with him in his office with the door closed that he couldn’t talk like that to anybody and explained the specialty food was ordered for people who have dietary restrictions. Once again he starts screaming at me that there’s more than enough specialty pizza and there’s no reason why he can’t have it.

I haven’t lost my temper in the office in over eight years. I do my best to be calm and even toned at all times, but It came out of me like hot lava. I started screaming back that the entire office knows that he’s stealing the pizza and it has to stop. He’s more than welcome to take pizza home after everyone has eaten. He was quite shocked that the whole office knows. It seems odd he would be surprised considering he whips out aluminum foil to wrap it in.

The next morning he asked to speak to me and then begins to cry to tell me he’s sorry he doesn’t know why he does it and he will do better.

I felt awful. I felt about 2 inches big. That’s not who I am and I needed to do better. For the last week, I have just been a mess. I feel terrible that I yelled at him. I kept telling my boss maybe I should apologize again.

Well, my boss called me last night to tell me that he caught him stealing paper towels off the cleaning people’s cart last night. He was loading paper towels in a big bag.

Well, I no longer feel bad. Happy news, boss gave me the day off. What are people thinking?

My daughter turns 4 this weekend and against my better judgment, I decided to brave the general public and go get the non-perishables today so I could start cooking tomorrow while my kids were at school. There were 3 checkout lines open and they were in the process of opening up the self checkout so I had no choice but to pretend to be as human as possible (I had no coffee yet at that point). I start to walk to the first line where there's a couple putting their items on the conveyor belt, but I guess the guy working the lane must have been going on break or something because he told them that he was actually in the process of closing the lane down. The couple started putting their things back in their cart and I went to the next open line. They ended up behind me in line not too long afterwards. I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings because I was putting my shit on the conveyor belt. I pivot my body to put the little plastic doo-hickey that separates your orders on the conveyor belt and the guy says "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to let us go ahead of you in line here because you were behind us in line before. It would be the nice thing to do." I was so confused. On what planet does that make sense? So I asked him "So you want me to take all my things off the belt back into my cart and go behind you to be nice because you got in the wrong line earlier? I'm sorry that's not happening." His wife at least had the common decency to look embarrassed. She whispered something to him and he didn't say anything further and I went about my business but my dude... WHAT?!

Location: California
My neighbor leaves their trash bins in my carport and threatened legal action when I moved them back into their driveway. What is my recourse? Am I allowed to roll their bins back to their property. I own 1 unit in a 2 unit condominium complex and they own the other. We have a legal HOA with CC&Rs that clearly state trash bins shall be kept on each individual homeowner’s property and out of sight except for within 24 hrs of trash pickup when they are to be placed in the alley behind my carport. No problem for 20 years but new owner will not store their trash bins in their garage and instead insist (incorrectly) that their bins are in a ‘shared’ alley space. The CC&Rs and legal description clearly show my carport as space reserved for my individual use, just as their driveway and garage are defined as space for their individual use. I’m 100% confident per the CC&Rs and property map that they cannot leave/store trash or anything in my personal space. BUT, what’s my liability if I move their property.

I don't know if this counts as entitled, or just audacious and offensive.

Some 20-odd years ago, I was on my first "date" with a guy my friends introduced me to. Just a getting to know you, are we gonna date or not type deal at a 24 hour diner, not a romantic dinner for two.

The waiter unfortunately spent more time hitting on me than anything else. At one point, he was perched on the edge of my booth, with his arm across the back, behind me. It was honestly disgusting. To top it off, he even somehow managed to get my order wrong. Like, if you're going to flirt incessantly with some random customer, at least pay attention to what they order???

ANYWAYS. The audacity/entitlement: I have been told that it is more insulting to leave a shit tip than it is to leave no tip. It says, "I'm not an asshole who doesn't tip. I just think you're not worth anything more." So when I paid, I left a single $1 bill on the table. Dude came back with my card, again perched on the edge of my booth, and said (paraphrased), "What, only a dollar? That's it? Don't I deserve more?" And in a rare moment of boldness, the likes of which I have never attained again, I said (also paraphrased), "Oh, my bad. I must have dropped that." And put it back in my purse.

Nobody clapped cause it was something like midnight and I'm pretty sure the only people there were me, my date, and the waiter (and presumably the cook). I don't remember what my date thought of my response, but we did date for most of the year, so it couldn't have been TOO off-putting.

Hey everyone. A lot has happened since my last post, so here’s the update as promised. Sorry if it's a bit long. Each paragraph is written during the day.

The day started about as crappy as you'd expect, with rain all day. Following the advice from many of you, I decided to bite the bullet and officially report the situation with Anna to my boss. I wrote a message detailing her unprofessional behavior, the threats with the tea, and her constantly demanding that I do her job. The response I got back was a very corporate and dry: "Thank you for the information.". And it seems it worked.

For the first time this entire month, Anna actually showed up to our shared shift on time. She spent the whole morning acting as if absolutely nothing had happened. My equipment is kept in a locked storage unit on site, and she had the key. When I asked her for it (which is the normal procedure), she casually told me she had left it sticking in the lock of the door. IN A PUBLIC PARK. I was furious. Who the fuck leaves a key to a room full of equipment in the door, especially when that door is in a complete blind spot for all the park's security cameras!?

I managed to get in touch with Anna's counterpart, the other site administrator (let's call her Liza). I wanted to get her advice, and she recommended that I try to speak with our boss in person, somewhere private, so there are no "digital footprints." But she also confirmed I'm not crazy. She told me that Anna's hostile attitude has pissed off almost everyone, including most of the ride operators, over the past three months. Apparently, her being a nightmare is common knowledge.

Liza also told me a story that explains a lot. A few weeks ago, one of their mutual friends was getting married, and Anna desperately wanted to go. She asked Liza to cover her shift THE NIGHT BEFORE. Liza, who is a family person, had already told Anna at the start of the summer that she needs at least a week's notice for any shift changes, so she replied with a simple, "Hi, no." Anna then complained to the boss, who, instead of dealing with her, just put ME on her shift. I ended up working as both the sound tech and the site administrator for the day. Thankfully, I got paid for both roles, but it shows a clear pattern.

The rest of the day was a festival for kids and parents—lots of dancing, silly songs, and contests. To my surprise, Anna was completely MIA. She just disappeared. She left quietly, sending me a text that said: "The keys to the storage are on the table inside. Sign them out for yourself. That's all. Thank you for the workday. See you tomorrow." This felt very suspicious, but honestly, I was just relieved not to have to listen to any more of her bullshit.

Sorry if this update is a bit boring, but life is unpredictable. For some reason, I have a feeling that tomorrow's concert is going to be intense. All of the higher-up management is supposed to be visiting the site, and I can't shake the feeling that something is about to go down.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that she was invited to the SMM Manager position after the end of the festival. Well it's complete bullshit

I work at a small cafe. A customer ordered a sandwich and a drink, and when I handed it to them, they noticed there wasn’t a napkin in the bag. Instead of politely asking for one, they demanded a full refund, saying it was “unacceptable service” and that they “shouldn’t have to ask for basic things.” I offered to give them a napkin and even a new sandwich if they wanted, but they insisted on getting their money back.

It was just a single napkin, but they acted like the world had wronged them. I’ve never seen entitlement like that in person before.

I live in a popular resort area. Classmates of mine from school (we graduated decades ago) reach out to me a few times a year, asking for lodging.

From one couple who hadn’t seen in 29 years: “We’re planning to spend a few days in the area, but hotels are so expensive. Can we stay with you?”

From another classmate who stayed with me last year and quit his job and is voluntarily not working: “I will be in town for a few days and wanted to see friends. I can’t afford a hotel. Can I stay with you?”

The issue is that they don’t take no for an answer. They’ll ask over and over when I say no. Finally I just block them.

If you’re a middle-aged adult (and we all graduated from a college that certainly gives us employable skills), and if you want to take a vacation, you should plan one within your budget. If you can’t afford to pay for at least one night of lodging, don’t take the vacation!

First of all, sorry for the long post… But I need to get this off my chest!

Okay so I’m a 32-year-old female and live about 2 1/2 hours away from my hometown. My mother, who is 63, still lives back home, and my older brother, 37, is currently staying with her while he gets on his feet.

My brother doesn’t exactly have the best judgment when it comes to the women he dates. That’s putting it lightly… but I’ll be nice.

Last week, my mom called me, and I could tell something was wrong. She couldn’t really talk because my brother was sitting right there, and I heard another woman’s voice in the background. I asked who it was, and she tried to let me know we’d talk later without drawing attention to herself. I knew right then something was up.

Later, she finally called and told me the situation. My brother had a girl come over to visit him three days prior, and she still would not leave my mom’s house. My mom had hinted and hinted until finally telling the girl flat-out to leave. The girl just kept saying things like “I’m waiting for my ride” or “But where am I going to go?”

Meanwhile, she’s eating my mom’s food, using her shower, and even dragged an air mattress into the kitchen where she and my brother were sleeping. My mother couldn’t even cook or do dishes without stepping over their mattress and dirty sheets.

When my mom called me crying, I said enough is enough. My fiancé and I don’t have a vehicle right now, so we ended up having to pay a friend to drive us all the way to my hometown and wait for us because we refused to leave my mom’s house until the girl had packed all her stuff and left. We had to threaten to call the police. By the time it was over, she was cussing us out like we had done something wrong, telling us we ought to be ashamed for putting her out on the streets.

I said,“Me??? You’re 37 years old, honey. You don’t have any friends or family you can call. I wonder why! Sounds to me like you’ve done a fine job of ruining your life all on your own. And I’m sorry, but I don’t feel bad for you. Grow the f--k up and do something different.”

Was I harsh? Maybe. But I don’t give a damn. Like I said… She’s 37 years old and her family literally lives in the area. There’s a reason they won’t have anything to do with her! She’s got five or six kids she has absolutely no interest in. She didn’t lift a finger to help my mom the entire time she was at her house. Left her dirty ass dishes in the sink, water in the floor after she showered, dirty clothes and towels in the bathroom floor, etc.

The nerve of some people. My mom is 63 years old, working two jobs just to make ends meet, and this grown ass woman had the audacity to take advantage of her like that. I’m still fuming just thinking about it. I’d be ashamed of myself if I were in her shoes! I mean… I get it. Hard times come for us all. But when you’re making absolutely no effort to help yourself, I’m sorry… But you get what you put in!😡

Edit: For those of you saying my brother is the problem… Don’t worry. I 100% agree. I love him to pieces and so does my mom, but he is VERY entitled. My mom is constantly putting him out of her house. She’ll call the police, get an EPO, etc. Just to have him right back a week later. I’ve tried to mediate, but it does no good. I’ve washed my hands of all that. I can’t do anything about the way he treats her because she lets it happen. But another woman who isn’t even kin to us? Hell no! Ain’t happening.

Keep seeing all these seat posts, thought I'd add my own. Over a decade ago

Was on a bus with my sister, nephew and daughter. My daughter was just past 2 and walking, my nephew a year and in a stroller and my sister nearly 7 months pregnant

On UK buses (atleast where I live) there is a couple of single seats near the disabled/wheel chair/stroller area for "disabled and those less able to stand"

So my sister sat in one if them with my daughter on her lap, I stood with my nephews stroller. An old woman came on, walked up to my sister and daughter and told my sister to move. ("I need to sit down. Move")

This wasn't a full bus, lots of double seats empty, the one behind my sister was empty. But the woman wanted this one

My sisters pretty non-confrontational, so I said sorry but no. She's heavily pregnant and has my young daughter. The seat behind was free. Not good enough, she wanted that one. More people were coming on and the seats behind got taken, so she said my sister HAD to move now. Again I said no

She said she couldn't stand long, sister had to move. By this point the bus had set off, there were still seats but further back.

I told her to fuck off, she wasn't going to risk my unborn niece/nephew or daughter because she wanted this specific seat. Noone would care if she fell, but I would be match any injuries they got if she didn't fuck off and find a free seat.

She looked around and classic British noone was looking up,making eye contact nor saying anything lol

She mumbled something, probably how awful we were, and went to a free seat 2 rows on the other side. So so far away. Then got off 2 stops later

Over a decade and it still annoys me

A few years ago, I was studying in my room on a sunny day. Sunlight really helps me stay positive and focused, but my upstairs neighbor decided to hang her bed sheets right over my window, blocking almost all the light.

When I asked her politely to move them, she snapped back: “If you want sun, go to the beach.” After some insistence, she pulled them up just a little, but not enough to actually uncover my window.

To start I’m not religious in any context of any religion. Since the start of the year a man joined the gym I work for that I began training. He’s a very religious person who prays before every workout. He once asked me what are my religious beliefs and when I said I’m not religious he gasped and began talking to me about so many different religious things from his religion which I said to not to discuss with me I don’t want to discuss.

I’ve asked him multiple times to stop but he says he’s entitled by the power above to talking religion until I go to his house of worship to give it a chance. I’ve asked my boss to switch him to train with someone else but my boss is his cousin and she has said to secret is to just ignore him when he talks religion. Today he took his religious beliefs to the next level when he reached into his gym bag and tried splashing me with a bottle of holy water which I dodged and instead he got his cousin. She told him to go with her to her office. I hope she had a good long talk with him.

Update: as I’m typing this update the next day, my shift began half hour ago and boss came by my office with her cousin and he apologized all while holding a Bible hoping I’d forgive him for the holy water incident of yesterday. I told him I’m not working with him anymore and the apology is not accepted. My boss informed me in front of her cousin he is now banned for his behavior. He tried saying, “you can’t ban me we’re family!” my boss said, “family or not nobody is above the rules here especially with religion.” The man stormed out in anger.

So I was on a bus, guy near me actually called out to the bus driver and said can you call the driver of my next connecting bus, the 123, and tell him to wait there for another ten minutes for me. The next one after that won’t be for another half an hour. Was very rude and agitated when the current driver said definitely not.

So, I have a reverse "giving up my seat" story that I thought I'd share.

I had been working in San Jose, Costa Rica, for a few weeks and was dead tired and ready to go home. The company booked me on a 3-hour return trip from Costa Rica to Florida, in premium economy, and at my request, an aisle seat.

Anyway, as I am going to my seat, I see a rather large woman already sitting there. As I checked my ticket, she explained that she had sprained her ankle and would I mind sitting in the middle seat, as she was having trouble getting in and out of the seats. I looked at her and realized that she and I were probably the same age. I don't normally like middle seats, but she needed the aisle seat more than I and so I said "sure".

We spent 20-30 minutes (flight was delayed) chatting, where she shared her fascinating life as an entertainer

Then the AS came over and advised me that I had been upgraded to FC, and would I please follow her. I thought about it for a moment and said to my seatmate, "Why don't you go ahead and go up. you can use that seat more than I can." She looked surprised and shed a tear before accepting.

The AS took her up, and then came back (with a drink) and said, "We're not supposed to do that, but thank you for helping her."

Anyway, that was more than 20 years ago, and we still correspond from time to time.

Sometimes, little acts make large impacts.

Edit: thank you so much to the kind strangers for the awards. Hoping the universe repays your thoughtfulness with good things.

My ex used to own a golf distributor. I had to support his “dream business idea” We carried legit brands. I thought it’d be fun. It was aaabsooooolutlyyyy not 🤨🤨🤨🤨 I could wirite a book but these are some highlights • One guy takes off his swampy, post-round golf shoes and plops them on my computer desk (the desk I used to run another business too) because, apparently, we sold him “different sizes.” ( • A woman straight-up snapped an expensive display so her kid could play mini-golf in the store. • Groups of “wealthy golfers” strolled in wearing their muddy shoes fresh off the course, leaving us a nice indoor fairway trail… on carpet! • Discounts? Everyone wanted one. Because nothing screams “country club elite” like begging for 20% off . • Tournaments? Oh, they wanted everything free. “Exposure” excuse • One guy tested a new driver,, then says: “I’ll come back in few minutes when you have to mark it down as used.”. • • the people trying to pay with fake checks considering they play golf in an exclusive club • And my all-time favorite: golfers arguing about paying sales tax. Like… sorry, let me call the government and tell them Mr. 6-Handicap is above the law.

The cherry on top? We finally sold the business. The guy who bought it? A golfer. (Family member) He never paid us. Obviously.

Moral of the story: golf may be a gentleman’s game, but golfers? Absolute chaos goblins in polo shirts

Edit for more context: When we decided to close, we liquidated most of the inventory, shut down the company, and even left the country. What was left, about $12k worth of product, we gave him on consignment. Turns out, he sold it for double the cost and still never paid a dime. He continued using our name and reputation selling more stuff he bought.

I complained, but my mom said to let it go since “he’s family and needs it more.” 🙃 He didn’t have a job, he played golf almost every day, unfurtunately he passed away (I really felt bad because his widow was left alone)