This happened back in August at the Zedd concert, but after reading another girl’s FB post about a similar situation, I NEED to get this off my chest. (she ended up giving in to the seller)

The PNE was sold out, so I bought two resale tickets through StubHub. First time using a third party site. Never.again.

About 20 minutes into the concert, the seller shows up with two random girls and puts them directly in front of my boyfriend and I, blocking our view. There are 3 seats available to the right of me and now FIVE people occupying the area.

I ask if the girls have tickets. This man tells me HE sold me the tickets but accidentally sold me the wrong seats and asks us to move. He claims he emailed me updated seats, so I check my email right in front of him. NOTHING. No update, no confirmation.

I tell him these are the seats I paid for, and unless he’s refunding me, I’m not moving (even if he did offer me money I would’ve stayed lol)

YOU SOLD ME THE TICKETS. THEY’RE NOT YOUR SEATS ANYMORE.

The woman behind us gets involved, points out that there are three seats for five people, and threatens to call security. I ask one of the girls if she bought a ticket for those seats. SHE ADMITS SHE DIDN’T. I politely tell her she needs to move because she’s blocking our view.

The guy spends the concert giving us dirty looks while his group keeps moving around until the woman behind us gets security involved because they started blocking their view.

BUT THE TEA DOESN’T END THERE. 💀
At the END OF THE CONCERT, this man WAITED for us just to complain AGAIN about us sitting in “his” seats.

I tell him if he wanted those seats, he shouldn’t have sold them. And if he wants to keep arguing, we can discuss it in front of security.

Like, buddy, if you were trying to get laid that night, maybe don’t sell the seats you planned on using and then get mad at me for cockblocking your plans.

my gut kept telling me he was a certified scammer and he was just upset it wasn’t working this time. The whole situation was sus, and the fact that he WAITED for us after the concert was wild.

I got on a flight at the last minute after waiting on the standby list. My flight had been overbooked, so I’d taken the cash offer and waited for the next flight. There was exactly one seat open on the entire plane. It was a middle seat, in between a couple in their 60s. I put my carry-on in the overhead bin and my personal item under the seat in front of me. The woman (in the aisle seat) then started demanding that I move my bag from under the seat. She never once asked. I told her no. Then, she started crying and throwing a fit, loudly saying, “My husband has cancer and he needs to stretch his legs.” Into my space. There was nothing under the seat in front of him. For his part, the husband looked thoroughly embarrassed and didn’t say a word. Didn’t try to calm his wife down, didn’t ask me himself. After a couple minutes, the flight attendants had to come over and threaten to remove her from the flight if she didn’t chill out. She then proceeded to quietly sob for the next half hour. After the flight, several of people sitting around us let me know I did the right thing and she was way out of line.

Clarification: this was Southwest when there were no assigned seats. They chose to sit with an empty seat in between them hoping no one would sit there.

Fun fact: I used the money from Southwest for an aviation-themed party.

I live in Chicago. I love showing off my city to friends who live in Wisconsin, where I lived for many years of my adult life.

I buy a lot of pricey tickets to things to show my guests a nice time. I have no issue with that. Amy has been here several times. I spend a decent amount of money when she comes, which is my choice.

In advance of a December trip, Amy told me that her new boyfriend has always wanted to see Chicago in the Christmas season (odd, as he's never seen it in any other season) and that, "He is so happy to do the same stuff we do together. Make sure to include the mentalist. Brian is so happy about seeing that for free."

This is an expensive ticket. It was free for her, as I paid for it. I was not cool to pay for that.

I ended up saying to her, "Let's make a plan, but split costs."

She replied, "Ugh, I told him we had a hook up." Then she went on to talk to me about not being a good host.

Hello all, long time listener, first time caller. I now have a story for you all!

This happened about 3 hours ago.

Went to a school orchestra concert in school gym. Event starts at 7 doors open at 630 as parents are arriving and student showtime is at 630.

I go to the gym and there are chairs in the court and a whole wall of bleachers.

Over half the front row is open. These are foldable chairs set out on the court. Probably 10-12 seats. And 4 people, one couple on one end an another lady and child near the middle. I walk up cuz I like end end seats and see a jacket over the two end seats and 3 more empty chairs next to the jacket before the lady and kid.

Kind of annoying the jacket is there and no one around but whatever. So I take a seat next to the jacket.

Well the kid says someone is sitting there and I said, yes me! Then the lady says these seats are saved and I told her nah it's 2026 we don't save seats anymore. She then tells me something else to the effect of who it's for and I said I'm sitting here now.

She gets up and gets about 6 inches or so from my face, I'm all thinking to myself, well here go. I ask "maam please back out of my face" she tells me they are disabled people. Not sure why that mattered that people who had not arrived were disabled, these are not ADA seats and this is an open seating forum. A bit more back and forth, she is still in my face. The kid then says something to the effect of "you can sit here and I'll go get a teacher and Ms. Teacher will make you move. The lady then says to the kid, no just sit down, she won't make "me" move.

So I said to the lady "well why is that?, Why would the teacher not make me move?". You can guess how much she appreciated that comment.

She relents, sits down and tells me I'm very rude. I tell her she is rude for trying to save so many seats in 2026 and I hope she enjoys the performance.

I sat there the entire time surrounded by who I presume is her family. I took my pictures. I smiled, I clapped, and I had a good time. I couldn't tell you if she sneered at me the whole time because I didn't l didn't look at her again.

But I am wondering, was I the entitled person here?

I get saving a seat for someone who is at concession or in a restroom. But half a row for people who are not present? I don't think that's acceptable in 2026, especially in an open seating forum like a school gym.

Edit: spelling, I have fat thumbs and phone keyboards…

2nd Edit: I don't know why the hell people are so hung up on the year but I shall explain my thinking behind this.

I'm an older person and where I grew up, this was pretty common, people saving seats or spots in line in public venues. It was common practice for my parents to always ask people if seats were available before we sat next to them. Maybe it is regional as one commenter suggested.

Places like movie theaters and smaller concert venues didn't used to have pre assigned seating, so seat saving was common.

Then came the advent of pre assigned seating.

As many of these public forums have made a switch to preassigned seats in the last couple decades, I have noticed this practice go by the wayside and it seems very rare these days beyond someone who has already arrived and went to use the restroom or buy something to eat or drink.

Hey folks. Remembered another story from my high school days. I know I posted earlier, but I wound up remembering another random story. Sorry about the format, I format how it makes sense to me.

Warning: Testing food allergies and mentions of blood.

TL;DR: girl didn't believe my garlic sensitivity and poisoned me.

I'mma try to make this one clearer then my last post lol. Anyways. So this takes place back when I was 15. I have a garlic sensitivity. It's not an allergy because I don't go into anaphylaxis. Instead the soft tissues of my mouth split open and I get mouth and throat ulcers. It hurts a lot. But isn't deadly. Yeah yeah. Get the vampire comments out. My sensitivity can take very very very small amount of garlic powder without tearing up my mouth too much. But that's pretty much it. Garlic oil is the worst possible thing for me since it's concentrated. This means I have to get special ordered pizzas. Very light sauce and no garlic butter. It kills me to have this sensitivity because I LOVE pizza, but there's some places I just can't risk it. Usually, my teachers were very accommodating. I had one or two teachers who refused to buy a specialized pizza for me, but that was fine.

The student body president worked with the school to set up a pizza party that was for our grade having a 60% above average score on some kind of test. I can't remember what exactly it was called. We'll call the president Savanna. Savanna is... a semi nice girl. As long as you adhere to her world view. Anything that seemed too unusual or not to her liking she'd be vicious to(I.e. mostly being racist, homophobic, and sexists Ideas). Small town though, so what can ya do? Anyways. I skip the party, because I doubt she'd get me a special pizza because she's one of the ones who had complained before about me getting em. But she surprised me at our advisory(Basically a free period where we could do homework, play games, read, or do whatever we wanted for an hour.) with a pizza she told me was garlic free. I was actually surprised. I apologized for not showing up. Savanna said it was fine, and told me to eat a bit. Now. I wasn't really around garlic enough to recognize the smell or taste of it. My mom has a full blown garlic allergy, and has the same symptoms I do and anaphylaxis.

I ate a couple of bites, and started to feel the tell tale sign of my mouth burning. Savanna said, "HA! I KNEW IT! YOU AREN'T ALLERGIC TO GARLIC! YOU JUST WANTED TO SEEM SPECIAL!" I put the pizza down, picked up a tissue from the nearby teacher's desk, and spat into it. A bit of blood was already tinting my saliva red. Keep in mind this wasn't like a 5 second ordeal. It was more over the span of 30-40 seconds. Possibly an entire minute. My mouth wasn't too bad yet, but it was starting to very slightly bleed. So I showed her the bloody tissue, and said "This is what my allergy does moron. I don't swell up. I bleed." The teacher freaked out. She took me to the nurse's office, and I was given some benadryl. Savanna had been allowed to order the pizzas, and had ordered one with extra garlic butter and heavy sauce to "Test" me. Something a teacher should have paid more attention to, but Savanna was a straight A kid with zero disciplinary reports on her record. Which meant the teachers basically trusted her with everything. Me being someone who loves pizza and has little to no common sense wolfed down a slice without realizing what I just did. I felt like a moron and still do feel like a moron to this day about it.

For once in my long writings, I have a happy ending. Savanna was taken off of her position as student council president. They couldn't trust her staying in that position after... that... stunt. My mouth healed up okay! No scarring. Just pain for a few days when I ate. I now am a LOT more careful with food and never leave the house without my allergy meds.

Alaska flight to Seattle. Shortly before landing, flight attendant announced that there are 4 people seated at the back of the plane who have really tight connections. Please remain seated until they’ve disembarked before you stand up do they can run off the plane.

Plane lands, taxis to the gate, stops… these four people rush to the front of the plane and nobody blocks them. Door opens and they run off.

Everyone else looks around, realizes there’s no one else in a hurry, and then everyone stands up and, in a totally orderly manner, gets off the plane.

Never seen anything like it.

Context: Where I live you are legally required to display either a handicapped license plate or a hang tag/placard in your windshield in order to park in handicapped spaces. These spaces are clearly marked with both a sign and paint on the ground.
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This afternoon I parked my car at the library, and then watched an SUV pull up and park diagonally across both a handicapped parking spot and walkway in front of a curb ramp, completely blocking access to both. I know disabilities aren't always visible, but handicapped license plates and placards sure are! The SUV had neither.

The man driving turned off his car, walked to the trunk, got out a few books, and started to walk towards the building. At that point I opened my door, stood up, and called over, "Hey, that spot is reserved for people with disabilities, and you're blocking the accessible entrance!" He responded, "Do YOU need to park here?" and I said, "No, but someone else might."

He told me he only needed to pick up some holds and would just be a minute or two. I replied that he legally cannot park there, and held up my phone as if I was starting to film him, though I actually wasn't. He SCOFFED at me super dramatically, went over to the book drop, shoved his books inside, and got back in his car.

He angrily stared me down from his driver seat, and I stared right on back. Then my phone rang, and I picked it up. He left at that point, and I genuinely hope it's because he thinks I was calling law enforcement to come cite him.

To add insult to injury, there were two open non-handicapped spots adjacent to where the man parked.... As someone who is at the library multiple times a week, I also know there are both a few patrons who use the ramp/spots, as well as library workers going in/out a couple times a day via the curb ramp with carts of books for inter-library loans. Just because someone isn't using the accessible access right when you drive up doesn't mean it's acceptable to block it.

Hello reddit! I'm on a quest to tell some of my stories about my crazy life. I write them whenever I randomly remember em. My mom said I should write em down. I write in a format that makes sense to mee, so sorry if it's strange.

TW: Mentions of false rape allegations + implied animal death

TL;DR: Girl fakes an allergy to latex. Teacher takes it seriously. Girl reveals day of dissection that she doesn't like latex and that's why she said that. Isn't allowed to watch. Attempts to claim the teacher raped her.

This story takes place back when I was in high school. Our science teacher (M32) was a really really nice guy. He, once a year, would bring in a cat fetus for dissection. Now i'm(F16 at the time) a soft hearted person. And didn't want to do the dissection, and was allowed to bow out. Now. Let's bring in our antagonist. Sarah Lee(F17) is a pathological liar. On her first day of school, she gave a false name and pretended that her real name wasn't hers. Leaving the school in panic for hours. Sarah Lee told the teacher, who we'll call Mr.Roberts, that she was deathly allergic to latex. That she couldn't touch the stuff period. Otherwise she'd have a bad allergy attack. So, Mr.Roberts was like. "Okay. Don't worry about it. I'll get a special box of gloves just for you."

Day of the dissection comes. I'm siting away from the table in the middle doing a work sheet instead of taking notes. The class dons their gloves. Sarah Lee tries on the alternate gloves. She then takes them off, tosses them, and reaches for the latex ones. Mr.Roberts says, "No! Don't! Those are latex." Sarah Lee says, "Oh don't worry about it. I'm not ACTUALLY allergic. I just hate the sound of latex. But the other gloves are sooooo uncomfortable." Mr.Roberts quickly goes from confused... to pissed. So. He told her to go sit away from the table in the middle. She asked why. Mr.Roberts told her that witnessing the dissection was a privilege, and she just lost it. So, she went to sit down and started to BAWL her eyes out. Screaming, crying, asking "How could you do this to me!?" over and over.

I was just chilling. Watching her go nuts. I had finished my work sheet at this point, and was pretending to read a book while actually witnessing her glorious meltdown. And then. She screams the thing that would make the next week a living hell for Mr.Roberts. "I'M GOING TO TELL EVERYONE YOU TOUCHED ME!" I froze. Not everyone heard what she said, but those who did were stunned. Everyone thought she was bluffing. Yeah, Sarah Lee was mean and ornery, but not THAT evil right? Right? Wrong. The next week... we get a sub in Mr.Robert's classroom. He was put on leave because SARAH LEE ACTUALLY DID IT. She went up to the office and told them that Mr.Roberts had held her down and assaulted her in a HALLWAY. Not a classroom. A hallway.

For that week, Sarah Lee was saying that Mr.Roberts was going to get fired. She was sure of that. And that she was going to tell the police her story too. Well. She was wrong. Mr.Roberts came back. The cameras, of course, caught nothing during the time frame she gave for when the assault supposedly happened. Sarah Lee didn't think they'd check the cameras. They thought they'd take her word for it at face value, and arrest him. Especially since she was a female student and he was a male teacher. Sarah Lee got a stern talking to by the principal and the police about false allegations. But no further punishment was really pushed for. Everyone in my class was interrogated as well to see if Sarah Lee was trying to report he attacked her, but in reality someone else had been attacked and she was coming forward for that person. Every. Single. One. Said she was threatening him, fighting with him over gloves, ect. So Mr.Robert's was in the clear. Sarah Lee didn't learn her lesson though. Mr.Roberts had picked up the wrong bag to bring to work that day, and it still had a bottle of vodka in it that was a gift for his and his wife's anniversary. Sarah Lee saw a glimpse of it, and told the principle that Mr.Roberts had vodka in his bag. Then added the lie of "And he's pouring shots for the kids!". While pretending to act drunk. Mr.Roberts actually was put on leave for a month on that one. Sarah lee got a single day of detention for that. Which she showed up for roll call, asked to go to the bathroom, and just went to her classes as normal

EDIT: changed a couple words.

Just read a post and made me think of an incident from a few years back…

On the tube (London, Central Line) heading into work and, as I am stood at the end of the carriage, a pregnant woman gets on and stands opposite me.

Few stops further on she starts turning green in front of me. I ask if she’s okay and the look on her face told me all I needed to know.

I leant past her and said to the guy sat in the priority seat that this pregnant woman wasn’t well, would he give up the seat so she could sit down.

He looked at me like I’d sh*t on his dinner and refused.

Took me a few seconds to bring myself back into the real world and I leant over to him again and said that this woman was going to be sick and that I would make it my mission to point her in his direction when she was.

He did give the seat up, but spent the rest of his journey mumbling to himself. Funny thing though, neither PW or I gave two hoots…

This befell about a month ago; and I'm still kind fuming about it. The tap water in the city I live in, while certified as drinkable, is nothing but. We have a RO system that stopped working, and while we save for a replacement we've been using an RO Water dispenser to fill up gallon jugs so we have something to drink that doesn't come out of the faucet.

I made the trip to the dispenser one day, and when I pulled up there was this guy using both of the fill stations to fill up his 5 gallon jugs, which takes a little while. He was just putting another one on the station I pulled up to, so okay, cool; I'll wait for that one to finish.

As soon as he's done I got outta my car unload my jugs and get ready for my turn thinking he's going to do the decent thing and give me a turn; boy was I wrong. His jug is done, and he just strolls up with another one and proceeds to keep using both stations, this all happening while another person has pulled up and is waiting for him to finish, he does the same thing to them, and adds another jug.

When is last bottle is finished he comes to claim it and I guess he can see I'm very annoyed with his behavior, so instead of quickly getting out of the station he decided to bully, cuss, and belittle me for the amount of bottles I have, and how I'd be using both stations if I was there alone. It's true, I probably would have, but if someone else is waiting I would have gladly given them another station.

He drove off in a huff, and the other person waiting told me I'd done nothing wrong, and the guy is a prick. I was so angry I was shaking, and it was then and there I decided prioritize our new RO system over some other things I need.

Hello reddit. Long time lurker, first time poster. I'm not really looking for advice, just posting to feed all the drama-hungry redditors. About 2 weeks ago, me (I am a minor, but would rather not say my exact age) and my best friend (same age as me) let's call her H, went to a music festival. H's younger brother came too. (younger than 8)let's call him A. A is verry energetic and antagonistic. (Classic younger brother.) A decided it would be a funny prank to run up to H and tackle her from behind. A, however, does not have very good spacial awareness (because he is so young) and completely on accident stepped on some lady's (around 55, lets call her karen) dog's water bowl. Mind you, this bowl was just a plastic take-out container, so of course, when A stepped on it, it broke. He immediately apologized and said he didn't see her, but Karen, instead of just moving on, starts cussing out A. I come over to see what's going on, and Karen starts cussing at me too! I tell A to go find his sister, and he runs off crying. I then try to de-escalate the situation. Karen is still screaming about how she now has to go back to the car and get a new water bowl, and what a dumb b\\\*tch A was, and etc. I try to calm her down, and asked if she would like me to try to find a new watter bowl. She says yes, and finally stops screaming. I say again that I'm sorry, and I'll go find her another one. I then proceed to run around this festival, trying to find a bowl for Karen's dog. At one point in my search, I pass by Karen, and she starts yelling AGAIN about how it's taking so long. I tell her I'm doing my best, and will bring one as soon as I can. Eventually, I got a plastic bowl from a cupbop, and bring it to her. She proceeds to cuss me and A out once again, say kids should be banned from the festival, and how "this is why she never had kids." She then takes the bowl, says thank you, and walks away. I have no idea why she couldn't look or at least help look for the bowl, but whatever. Also, this is not me saying she was wrong for being annoyed about the dog bowl , but instead questioning her reaction, the way she treated a literal child, and her not helping me (a wheelchair user by the way) look for HER DOG BOWL. Sorry if my grammer or spelling is bad, english is not my first language. Thank you for reading! (If you are) goodbye!

There's a really small bank branch built into the side of some apartments near me in Karachi, where I've been living for a few years. Next to it is a small supermarket and there's no car parking.

There is always a line of motorbikes parked outside but the security guard tries to make sure that they leave enough space for a person to get through. Otherwise, because of how the apartments are built and jutting out buildings either side of them, there is no way to access the businesses.

I arrive and am walking up to the bank when a motorbike just beats me to it and pulls into the only empty space, rider gets off, ignores the security guard telling him to leave some room and walks into the bank.

There is literally no way to squeeze through the bikes. Especially as I've hurt my foot and am using a crutch.

I also yell at the guy to move his bike but he just walks into the bank.

I totally lose it. Security guard shrugs, so I push the bike over and it dominoes about five others. I have to tread over the tires but I make it to the door.

As you can imagine, the crash is loud and several people see their bikes go over. They rush out of the bank and the supermarket and I guess I'm about to be beaten. Then they realise I'm using a crutch. The guard shouts that they just fell over and not to park then so close together.

No one believes him. But I don't get punched and walks past indignant faces into the bank.

I have a coworker, Marlene, who gets migraines when exposed to strong scents. I get migraines as well, so I know how debilitating they can be and can empathize.

Before I started at this position nearly 2 years ago, my manager told me that it was a scent free office, and I was pleased. I like to wear perfume from time to time, but generally find people being doused in body spray to be pretty offensive. No problems here. I don't wear fragrances, spray air freshener, or use scented hand cream/hand sanitizer at my desk. The most smell I make is usually some mint gum or a mug of tea.

Lately, Marlene has been extra militant about the smells. We have a coworker (known) who has been covering herself in perfume on her lunch break, and another (not sure who it is) who has been using what I think is eucalyptus essential oils at their desk. Marlene throws a fit when there is a smell, and announces to our whole area that someone sprayed something and should not be doing so because she gets migraines. Whatever, not my monkey, not my circus. I don't love the smells either, but I feel like that's not the way you handle that.

20 minutes ago I put a single spritz of unscented lens cleaner directly into my lens cloth (so it didn't atomize) so I could clean my glasses. Marlene messaged me a minute ago telling me that she knows I sprayed something, I should stop, and that she had to turn on her fan it was so bad. That I need to spray into the trash can if I HAVE to spray anything else. I don't even think I'm what she smells, she just heard the little tsh noise and started smelling red.

I have empathy for the migraines, but where does it stop? You're entitled to a fragrance free workplace, but not a smell free world. Things smell. People have smelly foods. And coffee. And laundry detergent. And antiperspirant (at least you hope they do). How does she shop? Or go to a restaurant? Or the beach? Or stand in an elevator?

I'm sure some of you have your own Marlene to vent about, so I need you to share so I don't feel so crazy. She's got me smelling my whole self every time I leave for work because I don't want to accidentally wear a sweater that has a little leftover perfume on it.

So, my mom went to Switzerland four days ago. She told me she was going to meet my step dad family because there was something important she needed to discuss with them. She only told me about the trip the night before she left.

Since she left, she's been texting me and checking on me constantly. One of my mom’s best friends stayed with me for four days. She's basically like an aunt to me, so I was doing fine. But honestly, my mom seemed unhappy even a few days before she left. She FaceTimed me two or three times while she was there. Once, she was at his mom's house, but the other two times, she was in what looked like a hotel room. Usually, when my mom visits Switzerland, she stays at his house, so I found that a little strange.

She also visited my dad’s parents in Germany before coming back, but as far as I know, she didn’t visit my stepdad’s house again before returning.

Yesterday, I noticed her sitting in her office with a bunch of big papers and files. She spent almost two hours reading through them, which made me even more curious about what's going on. During dinner, I asked her why she had gone to Switzerland. She repeated that she wanted to meet his family and had some work to take care of.

Then I asked her when my stepdad would be coming back. She said he had some work to do there and she couldn't say when he would return.

So I finally asked her directly if they had broken up. She said no, but things weren't good between them either. Then she told me it wasn't my business and that I shouldn't worry about it.

Now I'm honestly more confused than before. I'm not trying to interfere in their relationship, but the sudden trip, her mood, the fact that she seemed to be staying somewhere other than his house, and all those documents have me wondering if something serious is going on.

I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I can tell something isn’t right. I just wish she would tell me a little more instead of leaving me to wonder.

She was NOT a vet. Let's call her Karen.

I was at the vet again with my old FIV positive old tomcat. He's at nearly half his body weight, and they removed nearly all his teeth two weeks ago (adult rescue). For three weeks now, he's barely eating and moving. I was crying my eyes out to the vet and discussing putting him to sleep. She was saying we should try IVs for a couple more days.

And here comes Karen. Probably in her early 60s, unkept look, and she starts giving her two cents. That we should continue treatment. I asked her who is she and if she's a vet. She says she's not a vet but that she's a breeder. I was like wtf, why are you in this talk.

I asked her to leave us be and boy did the flood gates open. That she has the right to say anything in HER shop. I said yeah, but not to me because I'm here for an actual VET's opinion. That didn't fly. She started agressively telling me to leave the cat with them, and that they'll pay for the treatment. When I never even questioned any bill and promptly paid, btw. So powertripping at its finest when, again, I was crying my eyes out.

Like imagine you're going to the hospital and the admin walks in and starts giving her unsolicited opinion. Multiple times.

She said she's only caring about the cat. When just minutes before she was asking the vet to stop taking the cat's temperature to answer the phone, and her unleashed dog was scaring another dog that was there, whose owner was asking her to control it.

Took the cat. Going to a new vet tomorrow. And I posted a bad review and three hours later 10 glowing reviews appeared. Before today, there were a couple from two weeks ago, then a few more from six months ago. So yeah, shady af.

I don't think my boy will make it. He barely got out of his carrier. The worst moment of the year made way worst by an entitled, power-tripping Karen.

On this Saturday my husband has invited over long time friends that he hasn’t seen for several years. I have never met these people. I’m planning the menu and he said he would check if they like morel mushrooms. I’m planning a risotto, sous vide lamb chops, salad and apple flan.

Comes back with mushrooms fine, but absolutely no dairy. It’s a medical issue, sounds like lactose intolerance, but not allergy. No dairy at all. This person needs a dairy free meal.

When did they plan to let me know? When they arrived? Like I can remove the dairy from the mostly prepared meal?

I’m happy to accommodate anyone, but I have to KNOW!

Back to the store!

I live in Quebec, so my English isn’t the best, but I try. Sorry, this is a bit long.

I’m (F20) and this is my fourth year renting a room. This year, two new roommates moved in: Lisa (F16) and Emy (F17). Their age didn’t bother me. We live in the basement of a house owned by a couple who are very kind and always help when there’s an issue. We share a kitchen, bathroom, and living room, but each have our own bedroom.

After only 2 months of living together, they are honestly the worst roommates I’ve had. They barely clean anything except their dishes, and even then, they often leave them piled up in the drying rack or stacked in the sink until there’s no room left. They leave fruit and other things all over the kitchen table, which is constantly dirty because they never wipe it down. The bathroom is also very small, yet they leave their belongings everywhere, including inside the shower after using it.

I talked to them about it, but nothing changed. They both blame each other and insist they clean up after themselves, which simply isn’t true. I’ve ended up cleaning the table and bathroom myself when I can, but I’m in the last year of my DEC in a demanding program, and I’m not their mother, period. This semester is extremely busy for me.

I’m also not at the apartment all the time. I spend weekends in my hometown with my parents, and Thursdays at my boyfriend’s place. That means I’m usually only at the apartment Monday through Wednesday, so I have limited time to clean, though I still do what I can.

Lisa is rarely here because she’s usually staying with someone she’s seeing. However, when she does come back, she leaves her things in the bathroom and dirty dishes in the kitchen. Since she leaves again shortly after, the dishes can sit there for days, which is frustrating since we all share them. Emy, on the other hand, is almost always at the apartment and, from what I can see, seems to skip most of her classes.

Midterm break arrived, and I spent the week back home in my hometown. I came back on Friday to drop off a few things before going to see my boyfriend. However, when I arrived, the apartment was dirtier than I had ever seen it.

I wasn't expecting the apartment to be spotless, but I did expect it to be reasonably tidy. The dishes were overflowing from both the sink and the drying rack, the table was dirty, the oven was filthy, the fridge was a complete mess, and the toilet hadn't been flushed. There was urine sitting in it that had apparently been there for a week. I was furious.

I texted my landlord and asked her to come downstairs and see the condition of the apartment for herself. She came down and was shocked. We talked about the previous two months, since I had already kept her informed about the situation. She had also spoken to my roommates, but nothing had changed.

She told me she was going to clean the apartment. I told her that was fine and that we would all talk together on Monday. When I came back on Sunday to pick up a few things before spending the evening at my boyfriend's place, I ran into my landlord again and we talked. I thanked her for cleaning and told her that I hadn't seen the apartment that clean in a long time.

She told me she was angry about everything she had found. There was rotten food in the fridge, and she had to throw away some containers because they were beyond saving. In the food cabinets (we each have our own large cabinet for groceries), she found bags of rotten potatoes that had damaged a shelf, among other things. She sent photos to our group chat. She told me that, in 15 years of being a landlord, she had never seen anything like it and that the four of us needed to have a serious discussion on Monday.

By Monday evening, my landlord came downstairs to talk to us. Right away, I could tell both of my roommates were upset. She brought up the bag of potatoes and explained that she wasn’t blaming anyone, but wanted us all to be aware of the issue.

Emy said the potatoes were hers and that they were still fine when she left. (I thought that she was a fucking moron. If you're leaving for a week, you should either throw away or take home any food that could spoil.)

Emy then interrupted my landlord and said, “When I saw the pictures, I was shocked. You entered our apartment without permission, went through our cabinets, and opened our bedroom doors.”

I replied, “I was the one who asked our landlord to come downstairs because I was furious when I came back and saw the mess.”

My landlord explained that she only came because I asked her to, that she hadn’t gone through any cabinets, and that she found the potatoes because of the rotten smell. She also said she opened Emy’s bedroom door because it should be left open while she’s away, especially since the air filter is located in her room.

After that, my landlord left. Lisa and I discussed household chores and how to organize things better, while Emy went to the bathroom without saying a word. Lisa and I reached an agreement, and she said she would talk to Emy about it. Later, Lisa and Emy went for a walk together. I have a feeling they spent that time complaining about both me and our landlord, but I don’t care.

So Emy doesn't talk to me nor look at me, while Lisa is still cool but i can tell she's not happy about what i did.

I don't care if they hate me, it's not because of their young age, but because they don't have manners, i got here when i was 16 years old and i was better than both of them i never had a problem with my ex roommates.

If they have to be taught manners then i'll show them the consequenses of their actions. And my landlord said if they don't change their behavior then she don't have a problem to kick both of them out.

So tell me reddit, did i do the right thing ?

So, I am a skater, I’ve been doing it since I was 13 and while I can’t do any fancy tricks I can skate on just about anything. I’m not sure if this is everywhere, but I’ve been repeatedly told off by policemen for using the footpath when I skate, as apparently it’s a safety hazard to pedestrians. Kinda thought it was weird but I decided to follow what they said anyway and just skate in the biker lane.

So earlier today I was doing as the police told me, ride in the biker lane, I ride as close to the pavement as I can so I don’t risk hitting any cars or bikes that go past and try to keep my speed semi slow so I can stop when needed. The road I was on was relatively empty as it was 7:30am and I was making my way to the train station. Out of no where a car comes down the road, so I scoot over a little to reduce the risk of them hitting me, however this entitled driver decided it would be funny to swerve towards me on purpose and honk at me. This of course scared the sh*t out of me and I swerved to dodge them. However considering how close I already was to the pavement my skateboard crashed against it and I went flying into the road. Hitting my shoulder, knee and hip on the road and rolling a bit.

The driver stopped and laughed at me before driving off, my skateboard had rolled to the other side of the road almost striking another car, however thankfully they noticed and stopped in time. This driver actually pulled over and got out the car to help me, which I was thankful for. I had several cuts, bruises and scrapes all over my legs, hips and arm, however decided to ignore them and continue on my way to the train station. Once on the train and heading to the city I noticed an ache in both my knee and shoulder, when stretching them out I realised I couldn’t lift my elbow to the height of my shoulder without shooting in pain, and my knee had begun to ache everytime I bent it. Once in the city I sat through one of my uni classes before finally messaging my mother and leaving early to go to the chemist to get some bandaids and a knee brace (I already had one, but didn’t bring it today).

It has now been 6 hours and the pain has not subsided and I have now had to book a doctors appointment to get my shoulder and knee checked as I called my doctor and they suspect I may have sprained or worst case mildly dislocated my shoulder. My knee is another issue, considering I already have a history with knee injuries causing them to be weaker, meaning I am more likely to get permanent damage and my doctor wants to rule it out.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had a car swerve at me or honk or yell at me while I’m skating around. I don’t know if it’s just me, but is this seriously how people treat others who just want to get from point A to B?
I’d also like to point out that I had my laptop in my bag, although it only received a few cracks and is otherwise undamaged, it could have been destroyed very easily since my bag isn’t one of those reinforced ones. I don’t know who this driver is, and I didn’t get their number plate. But from now on I’m gonna try and skate on the pavement whenever I can, if there’s people on the path I just won’t skate. I am sick of putting myself in danger because entitled drivers think it’s funny to risk my life

Update: My knee is fine, although I’ll have to wear a brace for a while due to mild muscle bruising, but otherwise no serious or permanent damage. My shoulder however is a different story. Although it wasn’t dislocated it is sprained and I can no longer lift my arm above my head as my muscles physically stop me from doing so. The pain is now bearable and I can move my arm around a little although not above my shoulder without pain. I can’t lift anything heavy or even having a bag on my back as it can put strain on my shoulder and could make it worse. My doctor is suggesting at home physio and possibly a shoulder brace as well. He said I should be fine in about 2-3 weeks, a month or two at most if I continue to strain it like I did today as I carried my bag and skateboard around. Although I’m glad the injuries aren’t that bad, it’s still highly annoying as I can no longer carry my bag to uni or work. Even if I won’t have to take time off for either, it’s going to be difficult for me since work sometimes requires lifting heavy things, which I am no longer able to do.

This whole situation has just pissed me off as it all happened because someone thought it would be funny to swerve at me and now not only am I injured but I can’t lift things and I’m no longer able to ride my skateboard to work or uni. Which now makes the time to get to said places that much longer as I have to walk or take a bus. We are thinking of contacting the police, although there isn’t much to be done about it since I don’t have the license plate or the persons face besides a partial description it can hopefully be put on record so if something like this does happen again to anyone else by the same person, a previous report will already be put in place and the person can be held accountable.

Hi, here's another story from when I worked as a waitress/server at a local 24hr diner in my city. One year, my city passed a ban on indoor smoking. I appreciated it as an individual with asthma. Many of our customers smoked cigarettes while drinking multiple cups of coffee. The place stayed blazed up most mornings and early afternoons. When the ban happened we were instructed to remove all of the ashtrays from the tables and bar area. We were also told to post the changes as well as verbally inform customers. Some customers got the news via the news or radio, while we had to inform others. It did not go well at first.

One particular regular really took it hard. One morning, he sat down and started ordering his same breakfast and coffee. He suddenly looked at the table with a perplexed expression and asked for an ashtray while he pulled out his pack of smokes. I politely informed him of the new policy and he exploded.

Man: What do you mean we can't smoke in here anymore?! 😡

Me: I'm sorry...that's the new citywide policy.

Man: How am I supposed to drink my coffee?! Smoking and coffee go together!

Me: um...sorry? 🫤

Man: Well, you're going to lose A LOT of customers because of this.

Me: So...do you still want to order?

Man: No, I won't be coming back until they change this!

He got up and left. If I remember correctly he was the only one to storm out. Others did complain but they just went outside to smoke. Again, I was grateful for the policy as cigarette smoke irritates my lungs and can trigger an asthma attack, especially if I'm already overheated, too cold or agitated. Both my mom and late grandma used to smoke half a pack daily so I'm no stranger to the nicotine sticks... However, the obsession with exposing others to it baffled me then and now. Also, they didn't lift the ban. It's still active to this day and the man eventually came back, just not as often.

I'm soon finishing high school and recently I've been realizing how immature my mom tends to act.

For some context, in our school, there's a limited amount of parking passes for students and the rest of the students must take the bus or another type of transportation home. Unfortunately, I was not given a parking pass and still have to take the bus home. The bus however only takes you to another school and from that school you must have arranged transportation home.

Earlier while I was waiting at the other school to be picked up by my mom, I realized she was late by a little. I had nothing to do today, so I didn't worry much and kept waiting. A little while later when my mom got there, she had all her stuff on the passenger seat where I'd usually sit. Nothing unusual, but her phone slipped out of her bag and onto the seat. I tried pick up her phone and put it into the cup holder inside the car and suddenly I'm hit with an outburst of yelling. She asked me why I threw her phone into the cupholder, but I seriously did not throw her phone in.

Now of course I understand most of reddit is older than me and would most likely think to side with my mother or just tone out my opinion, but please hear me out. I really did not throw her phone in. I thought if anything, I was being nice while my mom put her bag in the backseat. I also don't understand why I was hit with a complete scream, claiming that what I did could have broken her phone. I did not toss her phone into the cup holder. I slid her phone into the cup holder and was no more than 2-3 inches of space between her phone and the bottom of the cupholder. She then starts to accuse me, claiming I had a "pissy" look on my face and she claimed it was because she was a few minutes late to pick me up. I did not mention at all that I was mad at her or pissed that she was late and I tried telling her that I did not blame her or was mad that she was late. She screamed over me in the car and wouldn't listen, taking her hands off the wheel a few times and caused the car to swerve.

Now I'm getting a little mad. It was like she was pulling at strings that weren't even there. I even explained to her that if I really was "looking pissy" it wasn't because of her or her being late. She didn't listen. She shouted over me and claimed that I did nothing but lie. On days when I actually do come home a little mad, upset, or "pissy" she never said anything. Not once was there a "why are you upset?" "Are you alright?" "Did something happen at school today?" She doesn't even look or pay attention to my facial expressions on regular days, but specifically today she took one single look at me and diagnosed me as "pissy" and yelled at me for the entire ride home.

Personally, I think it was because she knew she was late and that I could have potentially been mad, so she specifically tried to search for my facial expressions to prove herself correct. Some people claim I have a resting angry face, and my mom probably took the look I had as an insult even when I didn't mean anything. She claimed all through the car ride that she "has her own life" and that she has "better things to do" than to pick me up, shouting over my objections. If I got a parking pass at my school originally, I would have just drove myself home. But because I didn't get so lucky, I had to stay on the bus and be dropped off at a second school where I must be picked up from because I can't park a car in a school I don't belong to.

I don't think of myself as an unreasonable person, but if someone can just tell me what I did wrong other than "potentially breaking mom's phone" I'd appreciate it.

Went out for a birthday dinner last night, and the experience was ruined by a group of 6 couples with 5–6 kids who were being excessively loud. It was so noisy that having a conversation at our own table became difficult. I have nothing against children being taken to restaurants, but when did it become acceptable for parents to let their kids run riot while everyone else is expected to tolerate it?

The fort outlet of this restaurant is wonderful, which is why we chose to go to the Borivali outlet to cut down on the commute. Bad decision! Why should an entire restaurant have to compromise on its dining experience because one group cannot be considerate of others? And why does expecting some basic noise management automatically risk making you the villain who hates children?

Children are children. Nobody expects them to be silent, but parenthood doesn't exempt you from being considerate of other people in public spaces. Have we normalised this kind of entitlement?

This might be a little long since the first incident was last week and the other was today. I take art classes at a community college and I’m currently enrolled in a 3D design course. So like model clay, plaster, that kinda thing. We’re currently working with clay right now. Since this is community college, class sizes tend to be smaller so there’s only about 8 of us in this class.

First incident was last week. The class before, the professor told us to purchase clay so we could use it during this class to cut out some rectangles and cubes. So for this class, I had about 3 blocks of clay at around 2 pounds each. Probably too much, but I don’t wanna run out. I’m just cutting stuff off one of my blocks when the person who sits in front of me turns around and asks me for one of my blocks. Apparently he didn’t like the clay he got and wanted to try mine. I told him that unless he was gonna be reimbursing me for the price of the block, I didn’t feel comfortable with that. Obviously he didn’t wanna do that and insisted that he needed it more than me (lol what). He tried convincing me for a few minutes but I made it clear that my materials are mine that I bought myself and it’s not on me to give him any of my stuff. He turned around and didn’t talk to me again so I assumed he got the hint.

Onto today, I have my clay assignment along with half a block for modifications. It’s nothing special, just an arrangement made from cubes and rectangles. Professor tells us to sketch our assignments so we can make bigger versions later. Cool. Once I’m about halfway through the plan drawing for this thing, I see the same guy turn around and reach for the model I made? I grab it quickly and go “dude what are you doing? That’s mine.” Mind you, he already has his own model at this point. He then starts rambling about how he doesn’t really like what he came up with and mine is better and he’d rather work off mine instead. Like that’s an excuse to grab things off my desk.

I’m a little pissed at this point so I proceeded to go off on him a little. Telling him that no, I’m pretty sure he can’t do that cause it needs to be his own work, and I’m still actively sketching it, and if he hates his so much, then work on it to make it better. He got mad too and accused me of being selfish and not caring. He also pointed out that I didn’t bring extra blocks today (I left them at home cause I knew I would need them during class). He also threw a few insults at me, including one I can’t say cause I’m very white (at least be creative man, this is an art class) Like okay, yeah I am selfish. I got my own grades to worry about, I can’t be looking out for other peoples grades too. He eventually gave up and I also moved to another desk just so I could work without worrying for the rest of class.

Hopefully he doesn’t start anything next week, but if he does, I’m just gonna get the professor involved. I’m a little done with this guy. I’ll probably also sit away from him again. Window seat is nicer anyway.

4 years ago, I damaged my mothers car, she told me it was gonna cost $1000 to pay just the deductible. I told her to get a quote for it at a dealership so I can start paying it off. Just until now, (2 months ago) she comes to me with a $1700 quote demanding I pay for it. She doesn’t want monthly payments as she took out a loan and requires $200 monthly interest fees. Here’s where I may be entitled. I told her that there are no more legal limitations on the car damages and if it were any one else, they would not be required to pay it (Canadian) I told her that I requested a quote for it 4 years ago. And now that I don’t want to pay for it, she wants me to leave the house today. I pay 1/4 of the rent (4 people live here) the reason why she’s mad is because she knows I have more than enough to pay it off. I save a lot of money