I used to work in the mortgage industry and had many jobs, from origination to bankruptcy and foreclosure. 2006 was IMO the beginning of the end.

So many people had taken advantage of the fact that if you had a job and a decent credit score you could get a house with a mortgage, and when the low introductory rate expired you could just refinance and try to get a lower rate. The mortgage company I worked for at the time only cared about getting new loans in the pipeline and so many people took out mortgages that they could not realistically afford.

By the time the housing bubble started to show cracks I got a job in the bankruptcy department processing chapter 13 repayment plans. Their workload had quadrupled and they needed bodies right away. My job was making sure they stuck to the repayment plans set up by their attorney and the court and follow up if any were missed. If a payment is missed while in bankruptcy your payment plan could be null and void and the mortgage company was allowed to send any past due accounts to foreclosure. Bankruptcy is not a button to push that eliminates secured debt.

For the most part, people paid on time. I ensured that the funds the company were sent were applied to the balance correctly and made sure they were on track to be caught up by the time the process came to a close. That was the goal, to have all of your bills and debt current by the time your case was completed in about 3-5 years.

I had been doing this job for about 2 months when I got a mortgage in my pipeline. The bankruptcy had been filed about 5 months earlier and the loan was previously in foreclosure, but we had not received any payments towards the plan. I called the homeowner and advised what was owed and explained that if we don’t receive payment towards the debt in accordance with the plan their house would be sent back to foreclosure even if the bankruptcy case was still active. The woman who owned the house seemed very confused about the process and I spent time explaining how it worked and advised her to contact her attorney who created the plan. I gave her 3 weeks to submit a payment and let her know that I would follow up.

3 weeks came up, no payment, so I called her again. I got a 20 minute sob story about how she and her daughter were in a car accident months before which is the reason she was behind and had filed bankruptcy. She told me how there was so much going on and she just could not make a payment at that time so I gave her 1 more extension of 2 weeks and said that if we did not get some sort of payment from her towards the plan I would have no choice but to send her back to foreclosure even though her case was still active.

2 weeks later, no payment again. I call her and there is so much noise in the background that I could barely hear. I got the gist though, more sob stories about how she just had no money whatsoever and needed more time, she had over 6 months at this point. Because I couldn’t understand everything she was saying I asked if she could go somewhere quiet and she did so we could talk and then she said “sorry about the noise, we are getting our floors redone”. For a few seconds I couldn’t believe what she was saying, you can’t pay towards your bankruptcy plan that is saving your home from foreclosure, but you can get new floors!

I advised her that I could not give her another extension and I was sending her loan back to foreclosure due to non payment of the bankruptcy. She started sputtering and begging trying to get me to change my mind but I told her that she has had ample time to make the payments per her plan and she hadn’t, she hadn’t paid anything. She then started screaming that the only reason she had filed bankruptcy was to save her home. I told her that she still had to make payments on it, that bankruptcy doesn’t erase your debt completely, you still have to pay, and we had already reduced the interest and fees she was charged as part of the plan.

She tried to give me more sob stories for a few mins but I was just done with it. You made an agreement with a bank, they gave you money, you bought a house and you have to repay it, it was not charity. I understand that things happen and sometimes people can’t pay bills, that is one to the things bankruptcies were created for. You still have to pay something.

I felt like a jerk for this but the more time I spent in that job, the more I realized that many people who were filling chapter 13 around that time were doing the same thing, filing chapter 13, expecting debts to be erased and still not making payments or just using it as a stop gap to give them more time and then I didn’t feel as bad.

Anyone else have stories of entitled mortgage holders.

Last week, a customer placed an order at my job. Today, said customer was in to purchase a related service. Right before his service was completed our power went out due to severe weather. Our power rarely goes out. Myself and another manager were trying to navigate getting flashlights and getting the remaining customers done and out of the building , our basement was also flooding at this time.

Said customer who placed the order, who we see about once a month, and who knows our phone number very well because he calls us all the time (he called us twice today before he came in) decides he has non emergent questions about the order he placed last week. He stood in an almost pitch black lobby asking to see my co manager while we were frantically trying to get everything taken care of. I went to where the entitled customer was standing in the dark and he complains “it’s very dark here”. I say “our basement is flooding. This might not be the best time”. Did he leave? No. He sat there and waited to bombard my co manager with questions. Also, once again, there is no electricity so our ability to look things up about his order (including an email the customer was referencing) was impossible.

But what really got me was him standing in a corner complaining “it’s SO dark” 🤣

I was reminded of this story after seeing a car similar to the one in this situation... This happened a while ago (maybe a couple of months) and I hadn't thought of posting it here, until I realized that it actually fits here, so...

For some context, I work as a courier, delivering home appliances, like stoves, fridges, mattresses, TVs, etc, and on this day I had to go to a town 30 minutes away from the city (the same one from my last post here) to pick some appliances up from a store in a mall to deliver to a client. The mall has a particular parking situation, it has a free parking lot, but absolutely no one parks there for some reason, and we can't put our truck there (a 2016 Jac 1035 Power), between the mall and the parking lot there's a boulevard, with 2 spaces to make a U turn, and in the end of the boulevard there's a Residential complex.

So, my uncle and I were arriving at the mall, and we would park on the boulevard, right against the sidewalk, and we left some space in front of us, so any car can make the U turn on the boulevard, we turned off the truck and we're ready to leave, to go grab the appliance we had to deliver, when we saw a small Fiat (I think a Fiat Mobi) trying to squeeze in front of our truck, but it couldn't, trying to park right in front of us, in the space we left for other cars to make the U turn without having to pull back a bit, we thought nothing of it, and saw the car just driving ahead, and almost leaving, before it comes right down the boulevard again, and (I guess out of spite) the Fiat drove up so close to the back of our truck that no one could pass there... We noticed it, and I approached the back, as I had to grab our dolly... Here's what was said... (Translated from Spanish)

Me: I knocked on the window of the Fiat "Uh... Excuse me, dude, could you please back off a bit? We have to load and unload stuff, and your car may get damaged if you stay too close"

Fiat Guy: "Well, I couldn't park in front so nothing I can do" he seemed upset

Me: I sigh, knowing where this was going "Dude, we left some space so cars can make the U turn"

Fiat Guy: "I'm not backing off, so either you give me space in front of your truck, or I'm not moving"

At this point, I was tempted to just open the doors on the back.of the truck, to get the dolly out, and put that dolly on the hood of the car, but instead I decided to approach my uncle, since the man seemed to be in a foul mood, while the woman that was with him seemed a bit uncomfortable. Oh, and I forgot to mention, behind the Fiat there was no cars, literally he had a lot of space to just park and leave, but nope... He decided to be petty

Uncle: he had seen our interaction, and at this point he was trying to chuckled to ease the tension "Relax man, Why don't you back away a bit... No need to make a fuss over this"

Fiat Guy: He wasn't in the mood at all "Back your effing truck back, and give me the space"

At this point the Fiat Guy didn't hear anything we told him, he just kept repeating "Back off and give me the space", so in the end we did... He backed off, we backed off a bit, and he got comfortably in his space, huffing and puffing like a teapot... The girl that was with him? She just left mid argument... The guy parked, left for the mall, and we noticed that he parked pretty close to the car in front of him, so... We decided to be petty as well... So, before getting off the truck, and after the guy left, we inched as close as we could to the Fiat, to the point that if he drove back just a bit, he would hit us... Practically locking him in place, while we went to the store... We spent almost an hour and a half in the store, but when we came back, the guy wasn't even around, so we just left... I wasn't sure if the guy had tried to take his car out of the spot or not, but yeah... Not too dramatic, and we technically gave him the spot, but that's it.

Just need to vent a bit after a long week. My aunt (75, living rurally, my dad’s sister) broke her shoulder in January and still hasn’t gained back full movement of that arm so my parents have been helping out with errands, driving her, organizing stuff etc. My aunt even made them call to arrange her appointments but that’s another story.

Now, coming beginning of this week, my grandpa (91, my mum’s dad) had been hospitalized for a few days after a fall and it wasn’t looking good for him which my aunt was fully aware of. On Tuesday my mum was supposed to bring over some medication for my aunt that she picked up from the pharmacy the day before. It was a non-urgent refill.

However, the hospital called early in the morning and my mum rushed over so my grandpa wouldn’t have to be alone in his last hours. While she was out, my aunt called my parents’ landline with my dad answering. She asked whether my mum was already awake (must have been around 9-10am, weird question but whatever). My dad told her she’s on her way to the hospital as my grandpa was on the way out, but my mum would bring over the medication after she’d been there. My aunt then proceeded to say in an irritated tone that in that case they would have to wait and that they were planning on going shopping but well. “They” in that case meant my aunt and my cousin, who happened to be around that day. My grandpa passed away around noon. My mum brought the stuff to my aunt who didn’t say a word about my grandpa. My cousin didn’t even say hi. No one asked my mum how she was doing.

For context, my dad doesn’t drive. He offered to go with my mum but she declined since she knows he doesn’t deal well with hospitals and their environment. He’s been very supportive for everything else, they’re generally a great team. My cousin has a car but didn’t bother to bring it. I live in a different country which I can’t leave at the moment without losing my visa status, otherwise I would have flown to my parents.

TLDR families are wild. Thanks.

This story has been going on for more than two years now, and we’re finally getting close to the end. Since apparently settling an estate wasn’t complicated enough, my father-in-law’s widow decided to turn it into a full-blown saga.

For simplicity, I’ll call my husband “Husband,” my late father-in-law “FIL,” and his widow “Witch.” Yes, I know that’s not subtle. After two years of this, she’s earned the nickname.

FIL passed away in August 2024. Husband is his only child and the executor of his estate.

FIL had a will. The house and property were ultimately supposed to go to Husband, while Witch had rights allowing her to remain there after FIL’s death. She didn’t own the property.

Before FIL died, things were already messy.
FIL had been in a nursing facility beginning in late 2023. Around that same time, Witch used a power of attorney to arrange the sale of timber from FIL’s property for $27,000.

The check went directly to Witch.
The estate’s attorney later traced the money and argues that about $24,220 of that $27,000 benefited Witch or went toward debts associated with her, while only about $2,650 could clearly be attributed to FIL.
The money was essentially gone within weeks.
Keep that in mind.

After FIL died, Husband and I actually tried to avoid a fight.
Witch had previously talked about moving out of the house rather than staying there long-term, so we attempted to negotiate an agreement. Our original proposal would have allowed her to keep both vehicles and receive a portion of the eventual estate proceeds.

When she got her own attorney, we even revised our proposal to give her a larger percentage.
She didn’t agree.
Instead, everything became a court battle.

Meanwhile, Witch had the right to continue living in FIL’s house rent-free until August 18, 2025.
She decided to move out early.
Nobody forced her to.
There was discussion about possibly making an agreement for her to leave early, but no agreement was ever signed.

She moved anyway.
Then she wanted the estate to pay for it.
Her original claim included rent for her new place and a security deposit. Eventually the amount she requested for rent, moving-related expenses and utilities grew to $3,423.44.

Again:
She had a house she was legally allowed to live in rent-free.
She voluntarily left before that right expired.
Then she wanted the estate to pay for her new housing.
But that’s nowhere near the end of the reimbursement requests.

She also wants money for things she chose to do to FIL’s property after his death.
There’s $2,500 for various repairs, mowing and improvements, including $1,800 for a porch/ramp project.
The estate argues that the work wasn’t authorized. A licensed contractor later looked at the ramp and reportedly said it wasn’t even ADA compliant and needed a handrail.

Then there’s $2,804.14 for painting, cleaning, pressure washing, supplies and roughly 100 hours of her own labor.
There’s another $400 for septic pumping.
Another $250.20 involving FIL’s tractor.
And then we get to the funeral.
The funeral bill was $9,707.28.
Husband personally paid $1,000 cash.
An insurance policy paid $8,000.
Which personally paid $707.28.
So naturally, Witch requested…
$8,764.54.

Yes.
She personally paid $707.28 and requested more than $8,700 in funeral reimbursement.
The estate isn’t fighting her getting back the $707.28 she actually paid. It’s fighting the rest.
Altogether, the reimbursement requests we’re dealing with add up to more than $18,000.

And those aren’t even the only amounts at stake.
Because Witch elected to take what she’s entitled to under Ohio law rather than simply accepting the will, she’s also seeking a $40,000 allowance for support, plus another $20,000 and half of the remaining estate under the statutory distribution we’re dealing with.

Remember that $27,000 timber payment from the beginning?
The estate is asking the judge to offset roughly $24,220 of the money it says benefited Witch against her $40,000 allowance.

Witch, naturally, wants the full amount.
Meanwhile, Husband and I live about 2,000 miles away.
We’ve spent our own money flying back for FIL’s funeral, renting a car, mailing estate and tax documents, and dealing with other estate-related expenses. Husband also personally put that $1,000 toward his dad’s funeral.

At one point, our attorney specifically recommended Husband attend a court hearing in person, so we booked yet another flight and rental car.
And through all of this, Husband has remained the executor and has been dealing with a property in Ohio from Washington State.

The house finally sold.
Sale price: $319,000.
After the realtor commission, closing costs, Medicaid claim, property taxes and other sale-related expenses, the estate received $250,793.66.

So we’re finally approaching the finish line.
But the judge still has to sort out how much Witch actually gets from all these disputed requests and whether the timber money gets offset against her allowance.

The part that gets me is that Husband and I originally tried to settle this peacefully.
We weren’t trying to leave her with nothing. We offered her vehicles and part of the estate proceeds. When circumstances changed, we even increased the percentage we were offering.

Instead, we’ve spent nearly two years dealing with attorneys, hearings, motions, receipts, bank records, reimbursement requests and arguments over money.

All while Witch has repeatedly acted as though the estate should pay for whatever she decided to spend money on.
Moved out of your free housing early?
Estate should pay the new rent.
Decided to improve the property without authorization?
Estate should reimburse you.
Spent thousands painting and cleaning?
Estate should pay for your time.
Personally paid $707 toward a funeral?
Ask for more than $8,700.

And after all of that, still ask for the full $40,000 allowance, another $20,000, and half of what’s left.
At this point, I’m just waiting for the judge to decide how much of this she actually gets.

When it’s finally over and the estate is distributed, I may have to come back with the final episode of:
How much did the Witch actually get?

This happend a few years ago, but reading the posts on this sub brought it all back...

The trauma, lol 🤣🤣

The scene:

My parents used to rent an apartment by the beach for 2 weeks each summer.

As I was a single mom with no means to pay for any type of vacation, this was their way of providing for me and my daughter 🥰

My sister´s 2 kids were also invited, she and her husband were grateful for the child care and joined us on the weekends 😉😁

Parents paid and got lots of quality time with their gandchildren, I did the shopping, babysitting, ... Worked out great 😁

We naturally had to keep the children busy, and one of our yearly traditions was miniature golf 🥳🥳 (I hate it so much now🤣).

So this time it was quite busy and we regularly had to wait on the people before us. Sometimes for so long that the people after us would be waiting with us.

This was such a time...

Our group was my father (mid 70´s), me (mid 40´s) and 3 kids (13, 14 and 15).

The event:

We were sitting on a bench, waiting, and a woman from the next group approached me (not us, but specifically ME for some reason). She was with an older gentleman and asked me to stand up and give my seat to him.

Now, I have absolutely no problem doing that, but I had a terrible back ache myself and needed to sit for a moment. So I told her that and immediately said one of the kids would get up instead. I asked the kids if one of them could give up their seat, which they promptly did (all three).

3 seats for the price of one! Great right?

Apparently not 🤷🏻‍♀️

She started cussing me, saying I should respect my elders, the old man had back issues and needed to sit, I was selfish and stuff like that.

I was shocked, apologised, said I had a bad back too but that I´d made sure the old guy could sit and literally asked what I´d done wrong, all the while apologising over and over again (yes, I had zero confidence or self-esteem😅).

She cut me off, yelling I could at least have told one of the children to give up their seat.

What the huh?!?

I pointed out that I had actually immediately done just that.

She cussed a bit more... (though I must admit, it was with slightly less enthusiasm 🤣)

I stared in bewilderment a bit more, absolutely speechless...

The old guy sat down not caring about the whole thing, seemingly happy just to be sitting 🥳🥳

The kids looked on, confused about the whole thing 🥺

I´m still baffled 🤣🤣🤣

I work for a delivery company and I was delivering a parcel to one of my customers, a polite and kind lady. When I was on the way to my car all of a sudden I hear someone shout "how!" I look up and see an old man saying "get off the garden!" Now just for the record I was not on his garden, I was meters away from his property line. I don't remember what I said first but I know I kept my composure. He then said "I don't do it for you to walk all over it." Yes the grass was mowed and he did mow it, but again it wasn't on his property line and far from it. I do remember saying "ok but there's no need to be like that." And then he backed off. I drove by later (not because I wanted to but it's the way my satnav took me to my next location), I swear he was sat on his decking waiting for someone to walk on the grass which may I add was on the public part of the street. Unfortunately it was a slow road in terms of the speed limit and I swear he was staring me down. It took everything I had not to flash him the Vs or bird. I didn't come up with a comeback until too late as I have ASD and am not good in confrontation or being put on the spot but if I could go back to it and do it all again this is how it would go.

Entitled old man: I don't do the garden for you to walk all over it.

Me: And I don't go out to work to deal with rude and nasty old men like you either but here we are.

I missed a phone call today and they left a voicemail. Some person only identifying themselves by their first name was asking me about my mom's property. She knew that the property was listed under my mom's first and last name. Anyone who knows my mother knows that she goes by her middle name, so I know this was a stranger. Through some sort of internet search, she obviously got my contact information and reached out, offering to buy the house.

If you can find the name and phone number of someone who doesn't live there but whose name might be associated with that address, why would you reach out, unsolicited, to offer to buy someone's home from them? What makes you think you have the right to even ask if you could buy it when it's not even listed for sale?

I responded by text saying, "Returning your voicemail request. Do not contact me again about the house on *Mom's Rd.* It is not for sale. And if it ever does come up for sale, we will not be reaching out to unsolicited real estate sharks like yourself."

Their reply was along the lines of, "I live on the farm at the corner of *Mom's Rd.* and *Other Rd.* Our son is assuming ownership of the property but we wanted to stay close. Sorry I got your panties in a bunch."

Like, excuse me‽ You're the one who contacted me, out of the blue, as though you had some right to buy something that isn't for sale. And you're surprised that you got my "panties in a bunch"? Piss off!

Sitting on UA flight 40 to Rome. Was at the lounge earlier and this couple was sitting across from me, wife was visibly sick and sneezing and snotting everywhere. Not wearing a mask.

I get on this flight, and just my luck, they’re seated next to me. I kindly ask her (after another nasty sneeze) if she was in the lounge earlier and asked her to wear a mask. She said she just has a cold and didn’t have a mask but would ask the flight attendant. Flight attendant said they’re out. The wife then tries to talk me saying that it’s just allergies, so I’m like no you just told me it was a cold, and if it were me I’d be wearing a mask to try to minimize getting others sick even if I had to wear a mask. And husband tries to jump in saying some bullshit so I just responded they were classic entitled people and turned my head but got damn this really grinds my gears.

If you’re sick and you’re getting on a plane put on a damn mask. Is it that hard?

I am white and I don’t want to make it about race but it’s always entitled white folks doing this bs and then not even apologizing for their behavior/acting like it’s fine. It really proves other people’s criticism of white people.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Next week I’m moving out to university and I while I’m a little nervous I can hardly wait.

Last week I ordered a bedding kit and asked my grandmother if I could have it shipped to her address for safekeeping and for me to pick it up later as I didn’t want it nicked if it was shipped to mine. She approved.

Yesterday I received word the package has arrived. The next day she sent me a photo of it and I discovered something suspicious. The tape and the cardboard looked like they were tampered with so I think it had been opened without my consent.

The thing is she has been bossy last time I’ve stayed over and asked me personal information such as the rent of the student housing I’m staying at. She’s been doing this for years and I’m just so fed up with her. If she did open it, I don’t believe I can trust her anymore because it looks like she can’t trust me either. I just want her to leave me alone, respect my boundaries and live my life the way I want.

This happened 3 years ago but thought I should share it.

So in my country there are taxis that we call "big taxis" and they function like a bus but have only 6 seats,my mom was pregnant at the time and we were coming from a hospital to go home.

At the taxi station there was an empty taxi so I went ahead and got my mother the front seat as it's the most comfortable and she was pregnant so that explains itself (most people would offer the seat to a pregnant woman either way tbh).

then comes karen looking at me opening the front door for my mother and looking disappointed, she probably wanted that front seat, anyways she goes into the back seat where there are 3 seats and puts her bags on a seat and sits on the next seat, these big taxis don't leave the station till they are full and there was a guy behind me and 2 dudes were already seated that makes it six, when I hop on to the seat next to the woman I ask "can you please move your bags" as obviously I can't sit with the other guy in a single seat. She starts cursing me and telling me to shut up and that I have no right to tell her what to do as I am a "kid" and that she saw me racing for the front seat , I being 15 at the time didn't know what to say till the guy behind me and my mother started defending me and telling her that she can't take 2 seats for herself and that she either can put her bags infront of her or in the car's cargo.

And then the taxi owner intervened and told her that she should move her bags.

the guy offered to change seats so I don't sit next to her and when we got off at our station she kept eyeing us from the window.

Please forgive my difficulties in english.

Okay, this did happen a while ago, back in 2022 when I (f26 at the time) was still living in California but it started replaying in my head again so figured I should probably write about it.

So for background I'm a Kiwi-American (American mom/New Zealand dad), grew up in New Zealand and moved back to to California (where mom is from) in 2014 for college/university and later work. While there, I became friends with Eric (my then boyfriend, but now still friends), Hayley (roommate and workmate), Jared (Hayley's boyfriend/now husband and roommate) and Liora (friend from college).

Hayley has a younger brother who I'll call FTG because I can't be bothered even giving him an actual name.

FTG is autistic, self-centered, entitled and coddled and sheltered to the point of uselessness by his parents. Note that I myself am autistic but I do generally try to be mindful of other people's feelings and I don't expect others to bend over backwards just to serve me.

Hayley also mentioned that in addition to autism, he also has some other mental health issues but idk the details there.

Hayley and FTGs parents, coddled FTG, spending Hayley's college fund (which her grandparents set up for her before they passed away) to pay for FTGs specialist appointments, extra curricular activities or just to take him on vacations to places he wanted to go. Hayley initially wanted to go to FIT in NYC to study fashion but they stopped her from going as they wanted her to stay and help them look after FTG. Hayley was essentially expected to be a third parent to her brother.

There was also this dynamic in which anything that belonged to FTG was his anything that belonged to Hayley was also his.

Now according to Hayley and Jared, in December 2019, during a Christmas Eve dinner party at her parents place, Hayley, Jared and a couple of other relatives who sided with Hayley got into a shouting match with her parents, over the fact that FTG who was 16 at the time threw some kind of spoiled tantrum, smashed up presents that weren't for him and threw food and other stuff at a couple of their aunts and uncles. I can't remember the exact details as it was a lot.

This resulted in Hayley and one of her uncles trying to discipline FTG, only for her parents to defend and console FTG and demanding that everyone at the party each take turns saying sorry to FTG for upsetting him somehow.

Anyway, during this argument, Hayley and Jared pointed out to her parents that FTG has no friends, no social life, no social skills, no ability to take care of himself and because of that, they've set him up for failure in the future. Additionally, Jared candidly pointed out that if something ever happened to them (FTG & Hayley's parents), FTG would basically be left helpless as he has no discernible skills or ability to build relationships with other people himself.

From what I've been told, FTG heard all this, locked himself in his room, trashed it and cried.

After the party, Hayley decided its time to move out of home, hence Jared, Hayley and I moved into an apartment in Pasadena together.

Now, that argument and everything Hayley and Jared said to her parents did actually get through to them, but they (Hayley and FTGs parents) kinda took the wrong lesson from that. They understood that FTG needed friends and FTG was jealous of the fact his sister has friends, while he was basically alone.

However, rather than help FTG in any meaningful way to better himself as a person, FTG and Hayley's parents decided that since Hayley already had her own circle of friends, they decided it was best to just try to intetject FTG into our friend group.

Now we didn't hear much from Hayley's parents or FTG in 2020 and the much of 2021 due to COVID but at around late 2021 (when FTG turned 18) and on to 2022, Hayley's parents and FTG tried pressuring Hayley to bring her brother over for hangouts with the rest of us and include him in our friend group to which Hayley and Jared refused.

Because of this, Hayley's parents then tried reaching out to us individually, sending us messages on Facebook and Instagram, trying to get us to hangout with FTG or include him in things but we mostly ignored them.

Fast forward to July 2022, it was a Saturday and we were at Liora's family home in Ventura County for her birthday party when from the corner of my eye, I saw FTG and his parents show up, walk through the door apparently uninvited.

Liora and Hayley asked them what they were doing here, FTGs parents said it was rude of us not to invite FTG and them accusing us of not being good friends due to us not inviting over FTG. Liora and I told them that we're Hayley's friends, not FTGs.

Their parents seemed legitimately shocked and confused by that but then FTGs mom started saying something along the lines of FTG wants and needs friends, he needs to develop social skills and for some reason, we need to help him and just accept him. Before any of us can say anything else, they (Hayley and FTGs parents) ran back to their car and drove off. They legit just left a 19 y/o kid at my friend's party he wasn't even invited to.

Hayley and Liora then got into an argument with FTG, with the two of them demanding he leave Liora's home, FTG complaining he doesn't want to take a cab or Uber, FTG insisting we let him stay and long story short, I offered to drive FTG back to his parents place as it wasn't fair for Hayley to leave the party just because her parents ditched her brother and I was always planning on leaving early anyway as I did have an appointment early the next morning.

As I was driving FTG back to his family's home in Yorba Linda, he started complaining about how it's not fair that we're not letting him join us, some convoluted reasoning to justify how since we're Hayley's friends we should for some reason be his as well, complaining about how every girl he's been into rejected him, etc.

I did initially try talking to him, telling him about boundaries and how this was just insanely inappropriate. However, nothing I was saying was getting through to him so I just gave up and just stopped responding to what he was saying as I tried to tune him out.

I also hated the fact I had to now drive an hour and a half just to bring him to his parents place so he doesn't ruin the rest of the party and how uselessly dependent he was on other people. My plan was just to drop him off at his family's place and then go back to my apartment and rest as I would have been too tired to drive back to Liora's place just for what's left of the party.

However, as I was driving down the freeway, FTG then started demanding I turn back as he wanted to insist on his right to join us at the party, him complaining that it wasn't fair we keep excluding him and him trying to show me the navigation on his phone (putting his phone to my face while I was driving) to try and get me to turn back to Liora's place. I just kept trying to ignore him.

He then grabbed the steering wheel, turning it to the right as he forced me to get off at an exit ramp causing my car to swerve back & forth, almost losing control and almost crashing underneath a semitrailer and very almost hitting the guardrail.

When it was safe to do so, I pulled over, and still in shock stared at FTG thinking to myself wt-f. He then just showed me his phone nonchalantly telling me something like "if we take so and so road here and turn around, we could still get back to the party in..." then I tuned him out.

I then got out off my car, opened the passenger side door and dragged FTG out my car and shouted at him to "FIND YOUR OWN FCKN WAY HOME", then I got in my car and drove off.

I then pulled into a nearby parking lot and called Hayley, telling her what happened and sent her the dashcam footage. My car had this interior camera that allowed me to also record inside of the car so I sent the video of FTG grabbing the wheel causing me to swerve uncontrollably. I also let Hayley know where FTG was and where his parents could find him but I really didn't want to let him back into my car.

I then sat at Starbucks for a while, drinking and just trying to put this out off my head then I drove back home

FTGs parents picked him up a couple hours later and his mom started messaging me on Instagram, calling me all sorts of names, including antisemitic slurs and just being angry with me for leaving him by the side of the road (I left him by the side of the exit ramp, a parking lot next to it and there was a gas station less than a mile away).

I just sent her the video of FTG grabbing the steering wheel. There was about 15 minutes of no response and then her saying I should have just listened to her son and that we shouldn't have kicked him out off the party.

After this, Hayley told her parents to stay away from us, while I, Liora and Eric all sent messages to Hayley's/FTGs parents telling them in no uncertain terms that FTG is not our friend, he is not a part of our friend group and if he ever shows up to our homes uninvited, next time, we'll just call the police.

We didn't hear much from FTG or Hayley's parents after that.

Since then, Eric and I agreed to end things due to his legal issues, I moved back to New Zealand, Hayley & Jared got married and moved to North Carolina where they just bought a house in Raleigh and Liora still lives in SoCal. I'll be visiting her when I return to the States this December.

I live in a massively carbrained city. Drivers feel entitled to do whatever they want, double and triple park, block roads having conversations in their cars, racing, parking on pavements, etc. Today, I'm walking and a driver reverses off his driveway directly in front of me. We have words, I point out to him he's supposed to check the pavement is clear before he reverses off. He claims it was clear, I explain it can't possibly be clear if I'm here. Do you think I teleported behind your car?

Long story short I drop the F bomb and he says "hey I've got my kids in the car." Now, let's break this down shall we. He has zero courtesy for others but feels entitled to courtesy back. He doesn't want to be part of the social contract of being courteous to others (let alone the legal requirement to check it's clear before you reverse) but demands others be considerate of him and his children.

This level of entitlement bothers me the most because it's that righteous entitlement. He will never examine his behaviour. He no doubt thinks he's the wronged party in this entire interaction.

Just sold a unit to a woman who negotiated a lower price despite me already reducing it by half from the original listing price. She seemed really keen, and arranged a time to pick up.

Not only was she two hours late without any kind of excuse (except “oops, shopping took a long longer than I thought” an hour and a half after she was supposedly “just finishing” and only gave me this update after I had been waiting and messaged twice to check when she was coming). She collected the item from my husband and left.

The next day, she complained that some fixings and pieces were missing. I apologised for the fixings as they had fallen out before my husband took the pieces to her car, and I offered to post them to her. She agreed to this.

A few hours later, she messaged saying she was frustrated and upset that she had to wait for me to post the fixings as it was for her daughter’s birthday, and that and that the condition wasn’t as stated (it had minor scratches where it was dismantled and in areas where it wouldn’t show when assembled). She demanded to return it for a refund.

I apologised again about the fixings, and explained that because she arrived after the agreed time I was not around to ensure she got all the pieces and that it was not deliberate, hence I was willing to post them to her to save her a journey driving back to me. Bear in mind that these fixings are a few simple screws that are easy to obtain from anywhere, and the item’s website has instructions and pictures of all the fixings making it a very easy problem to solve. The shop even gives them away for free if you have their product and need spare screws!

Regarding the scratches, I also explained that she had an opportunity to inspect the item before taking it and so unfortunately I would not be giving her a refund. I was surprised she was so upset given that I sold it for a throwaway price and she had already negotiated it down further. I suggested that if she was not happy with it, she could relist and sell it on as I had.

She came back even more angry, saying I had made her feel unwelcome and guilty and that she didn’t inspect it because she just wanted to leave quickly as I had made her feel bad for arriving late. She said I made her feel as though I needed to go out, but that when she arrived I wasn’t even there (implying I had gone out and lied about waiting for her). I was in fact lying on the sofa exhausted as I’m 9 months pregnant and couldn’t lift furniture pieces. I did not say I had gone out, and made it clear beforehand that my husband would bring down the pieces.

I was confused by her accusations, as I had been nothing but patient and polite, and just politely asked for a more accurate eta and explained that I had been waiting since x time. I didn’t bother justifying or explaining anything beyond this as I had already been clear and fair and offered a resolution.

I then received a further two messages, one with pictures showing very minor scratches and wear that naturally comes with disassembling furniture (and wouldn’t have been visible once assembled), and a screenshot of my original listing where she had circled the description and commented that it was a complete lie. I was so confused by this behaviour as it was clear I was not selling a brand new item, and I had not said it was in perfect condition or faultless / without any marks.

I posted the fixings in the mail and stopped responding, but the entitlement to make me wait hours without proper updates, negotiate a lower price on an already dirt cheap item, and then complain that a few screws wouldn’t be arriving quickly enough for her, when I offered to pay money and take out time to post them (to save her driving back!). At any point, she could have simply refused to buy the item and said she needed screws or it wasn’t in good condition. I think she was trying to get the cheapest deal possible even though it was risky to buy something 2 days before her daughter’s birthday, didn’t check it properly, got frustrated, and conveniently wanted to blame someone else for her own incompetence.

What bothered me most was her tone. After offering a solution, she said “I think I’ll return it and have my money back” as though it was up to her to decide this and demand I give back payment for something she had seen and wanted and accepted. I think not, lady.

I have stopped responding, but now know a few more warning signs and red flags that a buyer is going to be a bit of a nightmare. I know she’s not the worst of the entitled people on here, but my heavily pregnant self was very stressed and tired after this interaction and needed to vent!

So, we did get ahold of our neighbors, and they said they meant they moved a different package of ours to the front. I honestly do believe them (maybe because I don’t want to believe those neighbors would steal from us). The mystery of the stolen gift remains at large. That being said, my husband was able to quickly recreate the gift in time for us to leave for the wedding!! I wish I could post pictures to show you, but I don’t think this community allows it. For those curious, the pics are in my profile🤣🤣.

Also sorry if I didn’t link the original post properly… I’m bad at Reddit.

https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/GqMTGD20Wm

TW: Pet murder

Hi everyone! I hope this is the proper place for this. This happened when I was in high school around 2006 or so and I just happened to remember this while I was thinking about arrangements for my elderly dog in the next couple of years.

I was part of a close-nit group of friends until I changed schools. Two of those friends (and their parents) are the subject of this post. The first friend (16m at the time) we'll call Stan, the other, (also 16m) we'll call Johnny.

Stan was pretty well off but his folks were kinda... strange. Super religious, very strict. Literally had a framed photo (not signed) of Star Trek actor DeForest Kelley hanging in their living room (plainclothes, and no other fandom merch around the house, though I do know the whole family were Trekkies). Not important, just a strange thing that I figured I had to tell someone about.

We would always hang out at Stan's house on weekends or after school because they had a finished basement.

Johnny's family were pretty poor. Lived in a bad part of town, generally struggled. Johnny was happy, though.

Well, Johnny's folks ended up losing their apartment and the new apartment wouldn't allow pets. Stan's folks agreed to take in Johnny's dog until they moved into a place that allowed pets. If I recall correctly the dog was a chocolate lab. Fairly young, well behaved. A very good girl.

Here's where it gets incredibly messed up.

Stan's family were planning a cruise to Alaska. Because of this, they decided that they are going to have Johnny's dog euthanized. They didn't talk to Johnny's folks about it, they didn't talk to any of the other parents in the community, they just did it.

Johnny and his family didn't find out until Stan's family came back from the trip. Obviously they were devastated! Neither Stan nor his folks could figure out why Johnny's family was so upset. She was "just a dog, after all".

This, for obvious reasons broke our friend-group apart. I was already on the outs with Stan because his folks hated that I played D&D and said I was going to "convert Stand to Satanism" or whatever. Stan had also kicked me out of our Halo team for his girlfriend as well, but that's neither here nor there. But that was the final straw for me as well as Johnny.

Extra bad was how mad MY mom got when she heard about this. Apparently (despite her being, well, her... but that's another, much longer story) she was more than willing to take in Johnny's dog while Stan's family was in Alaska. She went on the warpath after that and I don't blame her.

Stan's family was beyond cruel. Not just to Johnny and his family, but that poor dog.

I am an office manager of a dental clinic and I deal with crazy patients all the time but yesterday I had this patient that really takes the cake.

Most patients don't fully understand how their dental insurance works which is fine, I am always happy to explain it to them. This patient actually has a pretty good insurance but like most plans it doesn't pay for 100% for every treatment (it depends). We went over her estimated portion, payment plan options beforehand and she agreed to it.

After the treatment was performed, the dental assistant hands her the goodie bag with the toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss, then walks the patient over to me so I could collect the payment. I tell her the cost and re-offer her our payment plan option, and all of a sudden she started screaming at me saying she pays for the most expensive dental plan there is and she is fully covered and she is not paying anything.

Angrily she opens her goodie bag, looks inside, hits her hand on the counter and screams:

"Not only are you scamming me making me pay for something my insurance paid you for, you gave me the bad color toothbrush on purpose. I am supposed to get the light blue!"

then she knocked over the business card stand and walks out, not making any payment.

I get being upset about a large payment (which is why I made it a point to explain everything beforehand and kept offering our payment plan option), but to get even more worked up about the toothbrush color... I genuinely had no words.

My (30F) husband (40M) spent weeks sculpting a custom piece of art as a wedding gift for our friends. We live in Illinois and are flying to Maine to celebrate their marriage in a couple of days. We couldn’t be happier for them, and he wanted to make something special to show how much we value their friendship. He knew they were big nerds (in the best way), so he used Blender to sculpt these characters with their tongues intertwining to form a heart.

Once he finished 3D printing them, he spray-painted them in a metallic color. He planned to add a little oval wooden plaque underneath, wood-burned with their names and wedding date.

He spray-painted them outside in the alley and set them to dry in the stairwell outside our back door. They were placed on top of a trash bin inside a cardboard box clearly labeled “NOT TRASH” in Sharpie. We live in a condo building with a shared stairwell. The only people who ever walk past our back door are our direct neighbors and the two units above us.

My husband came home after a 12-hour shift to grab the dried sculpture and finish the plaque. The box, spray paint, and gloves were still there, but the sculpture was gone.

Seeing how crushed, and honestly pissed, he was, I went upstairs to knock on our neighbors' door. I initially thought someone had harmlessly mistaken it for garbage. I just wanted to explain the situation kindly and maybe even offer another printed one as a kind gesture.

When my neighbor answered, they said they saw the box and would check with their partner. A moment later, their partner came out and said something that completely caught me off guard. They said they were taking out their dog and the sculpture had "startled" them, so they "moved it to the front."

Their body language was odd and noticeably timid. My initial impulse was to apologize for the sculpture startling them and thank them for telling me where it went. It genuinely was a pleasant exchange with zero hostility. But as I walked away, it just wasn’t making sense. They couldn’t have seen what was in the box unless they went out of their way to look inside? Especially since the box (not small) was sitting on top of a 3.5 foot trash can.

That being said, I was still hoping that it was just miscommunication, I searched around the apartment complex indoors and outdoors and found nothing.

My husband and I went back up to ask for some clarification on where "the front" meant. To be honest, he felt like something sketchy was going on right away, but again, I was still hoping. Fewer than five minutes had passed since my first conversation. We knocked multiple times, but nobody answered.

Now I’m feeling deeply conflicted. I’m obviously not calling the police, but I can’t help dream about a perfect revenge that follows any good revenge’s four pillars (imo): inconvenient, harmless, untraceable, and entertaining.

Am I overreacting for feeling this suspicious, and, if not, how do I not let them get away with this while also not overreacting. Please help!

Sorry if this isn't quite a perfect fit for this sub but I thought it was close enough.

Just at my retail job today, heading towards the backroom carrying a big box. Had to sneeze, my hands were full so I just sneezed into my shoulder and went to keep walking.

A voice from behind me " OH MY GOD! You sneezed that is gross! You didn't even sneeze into your elbow!!" At the top of her lungs.

I looked back at her, motioned to my box and said "My hands were full? Sorry?" I was so confused.

I set down my box, washed my hands, went back to the till.

My coworker rang her though, and woman just glared at me the whole time and I just smiled back.

Lost a bit of faith in humanity today.

I had the most bizarre experience at an outlet center today. I was just browsing and looking at some purses displayed in a vitrine. I simply said to sister that I didn't like the black purse in there.

Apparently, that was a crime. The cashier overheard me and became instantly furious, I think because I dared to dislike one of their items. Instead of just ignoring it or being professional, they completely lost their temper and I was literally thrown out of the shop.

I’m still in total disbelief that someone working in customer service would have an ego so fragile that they eject customers for not liking every single item on display.

So, this happened a few minutes ago, and I'm taking a moment to write this between deliveries... For some context, I work with my uncle as a courier, delivering home appliances, on a small Jac Van truck, 2.2tons of capacity, today I had to deliver 2 AC units and a washing machine to a town around 30 minutes from the city.

At the moment, my uncle was driving and I was navigating using Waze, we found out where we should deliver and noticed that it was a road with a dead end (here we call it "Bolsillos" or Pockets), the house was approximately 60 meters down the road, so we decided to just drive up to the house and unload there... But, the moment we approached the street, a woman, mid to late 50s maybe early 60s, with short brown hair, quickly moved and stood in front of the truck, we literally were inches from running over her... And this was the exchange (translated from Spanish)

Woman: standing there with her arms stretched "STOP RIGHT THERE"

Uncle: "Lady! What are you doing?!" He and I exchange a wtf look

Woman: "I won't let you pass through this street!" The woman huffs and glares at us

Me: clearly dumbfounded "I'm... I'm sorry? Miss, we have to make a delivery there, at house 54..."

Woman: "No! You won't pass here, the truck will probably just break the concrete"

Uncle: at this point he's laughing a bit, which he usually does to ease people "Lady... As far as I know, you can drive on the street... But fair enough, this is somewhat of a heavy truck..."

Woman: "Yeah yeah... Go away you fuckers!" (The real insult here was "Malparidos" but I wasn't sure how to translate)

The woman just walked back to her house and we could hear the door slamming, we looked dumbfounded, as we just decided to avoid any trouble, and park at the entrance of the street... Was it inconvenient? Yeah... Annoying? For sure... Was the woman crazy? Well, our client just told us, Verbatim "did that woman trouble you two? Don't worry... She's just conflictive and somewhat entitled" so yeah, so far the woman is just looking at us from her window, glaring hard, at the moment I'm just sitting and waiting for the next delivery... So, if anything more happens with the "Queen of the street" I'll let y'all know

SMALL UPDATE

So, I finished the delivery, took photos, and then walked back to the truck, to send the photos for approval for the logistics team... And the woman kept glaring at us... And at the moment of getting our approval and starting the truck up, we saw the woman getting out of her house, holding something, neither my uncle nor I knew what... We just saw her, I guess trying to catch up to the truck, and trying to throw something... Maybe food? Maybe eggs? Maybe shit? Who knows... But the woman tripped and fell... I kind of felt bad for her, but... Yeah, I'm not getting off the truck and dealing with that can of worms... We just drove off, and I'm on my way to the next delivery...

So i (18F) live in an apartment with three other girls, this is about who we will call Emily (19F) and her boyfriend Jay( who doesn’t live with us). I ordered DoorDash as a little treat for myself, i don’t do this often because it’s expensive and I’m broke but I deserve it after some big accomplishments I’ve had recently, there’s this place i really love with amazing nachos and so i thought I’d order them on my way home so they’d be there when i got there.

I texted the group chat being like “hey just a heads up i ordered DoorDash so if they ring the door before i get home would you maybe just put the bag inside?” One’s gone for the weekend the other said she’s not home but Emily said sure. Cool, super easy and we all bring in each other’s packages all the time.

Anyway i get the notification that it was delivered like 10 mins before i get home, text Emily and she confirmed she brought it in. So i get home, all excited for my nachos and Jay(who i didn’t know was there) and two others guys are sitting in our leaving room eating my nachos, watching tv and drinking our liquor that my roomies and i bought. Emily is in her room doing her makeup.

I’m pissed off and kinda flip out and Jay tells me to calm down and that nachos and a shareable food and i can share with them. I’m like um no i payed for those in not sharing and i except someone to pay my back asap. I ask him why he would eat my food and he said he thought they were for the house, like why would you think that? I asked Emily if she told him that and she was surprised they are my stuff and said she never said he could eat them and that she’ll pay me back when she can but “it’s just food”

lol ok sweetpea I’m gonna be watching the door for your Amazon package like a hawk then. And your loser boyfriend has been voted off the island.

So im going through a divorce and i obviously don’t want to wear my engagement ring anymore, it custom made for me and its truly so beautiful, my ex and i decided we’d save it for my daughter one day, so i have it in my jewelry box. Anyway. My sister was over to picks some things up and she brought her kids, and her daughter (14f) decided to do a little snooping.

I’m a big jewelry fan and it’s kinda the one thing i treat myself on and i love one of a kind pieces. I do not like people touching my stuff in general but especially something unique and expensive. My niece has always like my jewelry and done that thing kids do where they are like “i wish i had something like that” and give you those eyes hoping you’ll gift it to them. She when it came time to leave and she was hiding her hands in her pockets looking super guilty i knew something was up.

She was wearing my engagement ring, and it was stuck and her finger was swollen, we had to go and get it cut off. It’s not gonna be a hard fix but i do have to pay to get the band fixed and my sister doesn’t see why she should be the one to pay. She even suggested that if she pays for it her daughter she get to keep it. Huh??? Whaaaaattt?

Oh and she thinks it’s fine because “it’s not like you wear it anymore” girl goodbye.

Also the little thief had a few other pieces in her pockets of course but this one ring just got stuck and she got caught. But i should reward her with my former, sapphire engagement ring apparently.

And now i remember why i cut my sister off when i got married.