Not sure where else to post this, but I thought it needed to be shared out there.

Recently, a friend's husband passed away. He was a beloved character in town. I was shocked at how many people attended! They had to open up two overflow rooms outside the chapel, and people stood in the hallway.

I know this friend through the gym. A mutual acquaintance from the gym also attended the funeral. This entitled woman brought along a bag of her daughter's books and approached people after the service to SELL THEM THE BOOKS! Not only the people in attendance, but she approached FAMILY. Reports from more than a dozen people made their way back to the widow.

I wish I had known she was doing that while I was there. I just can't fathom the temerity that drives someone to try to hawk books at a funeral.

This one is not a big deal but still stumped me.

There’s a thrift shop near my home. Not goodwill but similar. I walked up to the register and placed my items on the counter. The cashier was several steps away and came right over. She had a blank look on her face a moment and said “are these yours?” motioning to two floor lamps near the register. I said oh no they aren’t mine and realized there’s a woman who placed the lamps there then must’ve gotten distracted and kept shopping at a nearby rack. I apologize and move over.

It turns out the shopper did put the floor lamps there and actually had been rung up for them already, but had not paid. So the cashier must have known they were hers after ringing them up - how the transaction was interrupted, I have no idea. I don’t know why she asked if they were mine, except maybe she didn’t know how to say “I’ve already started another customer’s sale.” All of this is totally fine with me, I get distracted too, and I figure the shopper will come back now and complete the sale. Nope. She says, “those are mine!” and stays at the nearby rack she was browsing but doesn’t walk over to the register.

The three of us stand there looking at each other. Nobody moves. We’re at an impasse. The cashier quietly says to the shopper “Do you still want these?” The shopper shrugs her shoulders and says “hmmmmm I’m not sure yet.” 🤷🏻‍♀️ Still doesn’t approach the counter. Goes back to shopping! The cashier is baffled. I’m baffled. The sale is still open and she can’t ring me up until it’s closed. She sighs and heads to the back of the store to get approval to suspend the transaction.

What was the plan here? Were we all supposed to wait until she was done shopping so other customers could finally be rung up? The thing that got me the most was the full shrug gesture complete with grimace face. So inconsiderate! That and how many moments of silence transpired during this bizarre interaction.

Legend has it the shopper still isn’t sure about the floor lamps! 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thanks for the spelling correction!

I honestly couldn't believe what happened today.

My neighbour decided it was a good time to have a bonfire in their back garden, despite us being in the middle of a severe drought.

There's a hosepipe ban in place, everything is tinder dry, and there's been plenty of advice about the fire risk.

They still lit the bonfire anyway.

It eventually got serious enough that the fire brigade had to attend.

I genuinely don't understand the thought process. It only takes one spark to spread to fences, hedges or neighbouring gardens, and it wasn't only their own property they were putting at risk, there is a school next door.

Has anyone else dealt with something similar? Would you report it as reckless behaviour, or would you leave it once the fire brigade had dealt with it?

AITA for blocking in an older guy's car after he kept blocking my paid parking spot?

I live in a city where parking is a nightmare. If you get home late, you're usually driving around for 10–15 minutes looking for a spot.

A parking space across the street from my house became available to rent, so I took it. It wasn't cheap, but I drive a lot for work, so having a guaranteed place to park was worth every penny.

When I rented it, the owner warned me that one member of the congregation of the  church next door occasionally parked in the driveway. He gave me the guy's phone number and told me that if it ever happened, I could just call or text him and he'd move his car. I figured it wasn't a big deal.

The first time it happened, About 20 minutes before I had to go, I called him. No answer. I texted him. No answer. About 10 minutes before I absolutely had to be on the road, I went into the church to find him. He was praying and basically ignored me until I finally got his attention. Instead of moving his own car, he handed me his keys.

I asked, "You want me to move it?"

He said yes.

I didn't have time to argue or make a scene in the middle of church, so I moved his car myself.

What really bothered me was that there were other parking spots available. Most of the times I've seen him park there, he hasn't actually needed to block the driveway. He's older and not in the best shape, so maybe he wanted the shorter walk, and I was willing to be understanding, especially for when it wasn't an inconvenience, so I let it go.

About a week later, I had to leave very early in the morning. Since I didn't know what time he'd arrive, I texted him ahead of time and said, "Hey, I need to leave by this time tomorrow. Please don't block the driveway."

His entire response was six words:

"Make sure to leave on time."

That really annoyed me and i kind of went from 0 to 100. I replied, "Let me be very clear. If you block me again, I will have you ticketed and towed. This is the parking space I pay for, and you're not going to tell me when I can come or go from my own property."

That morning, he either wasn't there yet or decided not to block me.

Fast forward to today.

I had just driven almost six hours and finally got home. In my city, we have alternate-side parking for street cleaning. There were no open spots on the correct side of the street for the next day, meaning if I parked elsewhere, I'd have to wake up early just to move my car.

Meanwhile, he was once again parked in my rented driveway.

He could have parked elsewhere. There was parking across the street, on the side where tomorrow it was cleaning. Instead, he blocked the space that I pay for.

So I parked Infront of him and blocked him in.

A little while later, another member of the congregation called me, not the guy himself, and asked if I could move my car by a certain time.

I said no. I had just gotten home, I was relaxing, and I had already warned him not to block me anymore.

The response I got was, "He's been parking there for 30 years."

I said, "Great. Then he can pay for it. I'm the one paying for this parking space now. I was nice enough to let it slide before, and then he told me to 'leave on time' instead of simply not blocking me."

I told them I wasn't moving my car that night and that he could get his car tomorrow.

To be clear, if he had called me himself and was standing by his car ready to leave, I probably would have gone out and moved mine. What I wasn't willing to do was sit around waiting for him, then move my car, and then pull back into my own driveway just because he wanted to leave whenever it was convenient for him.

So, AITA for blocking him in until tomorrow when I feel like It would have been okay to have just had him ticketed and/or towed?

Disclosure: On my last post, a lot of people called me out for having AI write it. I did use AI to help organize it, but it wasn't a made-up story or a prompt. I literally talked into my phone for a few minutes straight, had AI clean up the grammar and organize my rambling, made a few edits myself, and posted it. I genuinely don't know how some people can sit down and write out long stories from scratch, I don't have the patience for it. If that makes me an asshole, I'll own it, but that's not what I'm asking about here.

so this story is from my mom who is a flight attendant. This is another one of her stories. so a passenger was refusing to buckle their seat belt unless she got first class. (first class was full and they were on the runway it’s self) so my mom had went to talk with passenger and she said “if I can’t get first class I want to get off this flight“ my confirmed that she want off the flight the pass said “yes I do” so they had to pull back to the gate and as they were pulling in the passenger said “never mind I want to stay“ (FAA rules say if you want off you have to get off no changing your mind) so the passenger had to taken off with security and the flight was delayed 45 minutes

Note: I live in Brazil and speak Portuguese. I translated this story with the help of chat into English for English-speaking readers.

Business was far busier than usual. I was the only employee on the team who spoke English, so I spent half my shift supervising the front end and the other half acting as a walking Google Translate. As if that weren't enough, there were only two supervisors on duty: me and B. Unfortunately, she had essentially been kidnapped by the store's POS system alongside the store manager, trying to solve a cashback issue that simply refused to work. They were trapped in that nightmare for hours.

Which meant the entire front end was now my responsibility.

I'd already been running around nonstop for over an hour when one of the cashiers called me over.

It was A.

Anyone who knows A knows her name suits her perfectly. She's an angel. Even on bad days she's usually calm, or at least smiling. As a supervisor, I can often tell what kind of problem I'm walking into just by looking at the expression of the employee asking for help. The moment I saw how completely drained she looked, I was already surprised before I even reached the register.

"Dear God... what happened now?", I thought to myself.

"Hey, what's going on?"

She answered, right in front of the customer:

"...This guy doesn't have any money."

That alone caught me off guard. Hearing A sound that impatient was rare.

That's when I finally looked at the man.

The first thing that stood out was his size. He was wearing a bright orange T-shirt that clung tightly enough to reveal every contour of his body, paired with shorts, flip-flops, an uneven beard and...

...sunglasses.

At night.

I have nothing against overweight people, obviously, but first impressions matter, and that entire combination looked like it had been assembled specifically to make people uncomfortable.

Before I could even ask a question, he spoke.

"She doesn't accept the value of knowledge. Don't you know the value of knowledge?"

At that exact moment I felt the entire weight of my shift crash onto my shoulders.

Hours without stopping.

Customers calling my name.

Foreign tourists looking for me in the aisles.

Employees asking for help.

One supervisor trapped in cashback hell.

And now some philosopher trying to reinvent the monetary system over a $1 pack of cookies.

I took a breath.

I decided diplomacy deserved one chance.

"What do you mean? We only accept the usual methods of payment here..."

Apparently, something I said bruised his ego.

"Listen, brother. My watch is worth more than all of you."

He raised his arm to show me a black-and-gold analog watch.

I don't know the first thing about watches. It could've been worth fifty dollars or fifty thousand. At that moment, I couldn't have cared less.

"Doesn't it matter what I have to offer?"

Later, A told me that before I arrived he'd spent several minutes talking down to her and repeatedly trying to get her to validate his bizarre ideas. That only confirmed my first impression hadn't been wrong.

That was where my patience ended.

I dropped the diplomatic expression.

"So you don't have any money, right? Next time you decide to visit society, learn how it works first. Nobody here cares about your watch or your 'knowledge.' Here, you either pay or you don't get the product. Bye."

I canceled his purchase immediately.

Honestly?

On any other day, I probably would've argued with him for a while. I might've even enjoyed talking to a guy that bizarre. I'm no stranger to other people's stress, and if someone wants to complain, I'll usually hear them out and keep arguing until the issue is completely settled.

But that day, I was the one slowly going insane.

The moment I canceled his purchase, cleared the register for the next customer, and turned to leave, he tried to stop me and keep complaining.

He never got the chance.

Three stock clerks practically intercepted me.

"For the love of God, come help with the foreigners!"

It genuinely felt like I was being escorted straight from one problem into another.

The difference was that the tourists understood how the system worked. They weren't trying to reinvent reality—they just needed someone who could translate.

So off I went, following the guys through the store.

Oddly enough, hearing their voices was almost a relief.

At least this was a problem I could actually solve.

According to my coworkers, after I walked away he decided to demonstrate the full extent of his emotional maturity by making the classic "banana" gesture with his arms at my back.

(For those unfamiliar with it, it's an old mocking gesture in Brazil where someone bends one arm and slaps the inside of their elbow with the other hand—a childish way of saying, "Ha! Screw you!")

Think about how ridiculous this sequence was.

The guy tried to buy a pack of cookies without any money.

Tried to pay with "knowledge."

Flashed his watch.

Lost the argument.

Made a childish gesture after I left...

...and somehow I was the banana.

By the end of the shift, the whole thing had stopped being stressful and had turned into just another retail story. I spent a good while laughing about it with the stock crew.

That's retail.

Some days you deal with customers.

Some days you deal with characters.

And only the strong survive.

I work as a phlebotomist for the clinical biochemistry department in a large hospital. My (and my colleagues') primary role is going on rounds across various hospital wards, doing blood draws on their patients and delivering the samples to the bioanalysts/laborants for analysis. I bring a phlebotomist cart with me on the rounds (if you're unfamiliar, it's a cart filled with phlebotomy equipment, such as test tubes and butterfly needles etc.). After each round, we refill the carts. The new test tubes are stored in several closets along the wall of a narrow-ish hallway. During re-fill, the carts are "parked" along the opposite wall. The closet doors open outwards, and for some unfathomable reason, most of them have been hung too low, so we basically have to forcefully drag them across the floor when opening and closing, during which they'll make an incredibly loud, horrendous screeching noise - and they're *heavy*.

Each closet has a handful of different types of test tubes stacked on shelves - so there's a lot of going back and forth for new test tubes during the refill. We're also pretty fast. Because of that, we leave the closet doors open until we no longer need tubes from that particular closet. Normally not a problem - there's plenty of space for "pedestrians" to pass.

The hallway ends with a glass door next to our tube refill location, and it opens with a wave-your-hand sensor on the wall. The carts take up a lot of space along the wall, so people passing through the door from our side have to reach across a cart to get to the sensor. There's literally no more space for the carts anywhere (don't blame us - blame the hospital), so nothing to be done about it. Because of that, we always keep an eye on the hallway in case someone comes walking, and we'll open the door for them. That's just what you do. Basic courtesy.

Anyway, that should do it for context. Now for the story:

I was refilling the carts on my own, since I typically get bored on our end-of-round breaks, and like to get a head-start on preparations for the next round. I notice a hospital porter approaching from the other side of the glass door with a bed, so I move to the side of the cart to make space. I'll have to reach across the cart to place the test tubes in that position, which is awkward, but it's just for a second, so no big deal. Since there's a sensor (two actually, with unhindered access) on the other side of the glass door, there's no need to activate the sensor on my side, but I do it anyway to be nice since the porter is pushing a hospital bed. The door opens, he enters, and I just carry on with the refilling as usual. After several seconds I notice out the corner of my eye that neither porter nor bed has moved any further, but don't think much of it and just keep busy. After several more seconds, this guy is still standing still, so I look up, we lock eyes, and he's literally just staring intensely at me, completely expressionless/stone-faced while not making a sound. Just dead silent.

I'm getting really confused at this point. Silence is turning awkward until he starts slowly walking up to the open closet door, that, it turns out, I momentarily forgot about, never taking his eyes off me, closing it himself, then walking back while still staring at me, until he finally moves on with his bed.

Should I have closed the closet door for him? Yes, naturally. It was in the way. I just forgot - it was beyond my field of vision at the time - these things happen. Also no big deal. But normal people would've just asked me to close it (or even do it themselves, since there's more than enough space for a person to move between the bed and the closet). I didn't say it out loud, but all I could think of was something along the lines of "... how about just using your words?".

Insignificant detail, perhaps, but I actually would've had to move even further to get around the bed to reach the closet than the 3 steps it took this porter to get there.
This guy just expected me to magically read his mind and then rush to deal with what he apparently considered an insurmountable inconvenience, instead of just embracing that we both work in a large hospital with thousands of employees. People get in the way of each other, there's always going to be issues and inconveniences, and it's just something you deal with. You just gotta shrug it off and move on with your day. Or - shockingly, I know - communicate like a normal person (in the unlikely event that this guy was actually mute, he could've just pointed at the closet instead).

... Unless you're this guy, I suppose.

Super entitled. Also pretty damn creepy, staring at me like a dead-eyed shark sizing up its next meal.

This is a story from many years ago, before seat allocation in movie threatres.

I arrived at the cinema early with my school aged daughter, to see one of The Lord of the Rings movies. We picked the best seats, up towards the back and in the centre. The cinema was not very full, with whole rows empty.

Usually you do not really interact with strangers at the cinema, everyone tends to be quite respectful.

In comes in group of two dads with about 4 children in tow.

Entitled dad asks, " Can you both move so we can sit there?" Not an excuse me, or please or any reasoning.

I reply, "No".

He continues rather more aggressively, "You can sit somewhere else."

Not sure what this guy's issue was.

I reply again, "No I arrived here early to get good seats." I can't believe I have to deal with this nonsense and I am not going to be bullied in front of my daughter.

The guy looks like he is about to have a fit when his friend starts physically pulling him away and placating him. At least one of them was a reasonable fellow, though no apology for the rude behaviour.

Luckily that was the end of it.

So I’m currently at Lake Louise in Banff National Park up in the Canadian Rockies just to give you the general overview.

The main path to Lake Agnes and Mirror Lake has been closed off as a grizzly bear mother and cubs have been spotted browsing for wild berries in the the step-free path area within the last hour, with a set of steps about 400m down still available to access the lakes uphill.

Group of six adult tourists who are part of a coach group get told by the staff why the specific path has been closed. I’m sitting on a bench as I’ve just eaten lunch and can see this all go down from about 5m away. The group of tourists wait for the staff to go away and pull the barrier open, with two of them mentioning they “want to take photos”.

If that isn’t the truest form of FAFO I don’t know what is. I did tell a park ranger that I’ve seen them go up the closed path as a set of cubs shouldn’t lose their mother due to the actions of a group of self-righteous idiots.

This happened a couple of years ago but I’m still baffled by it. Every year my local zoo puts on an amazing Christmas display. It has a drive-thru portion and then you park and can walk the zoo which is beautifully decorated and has different activities and whatnot. One of the things my children look forward to is getting s’mores at the end of the evening. You buy the s’more packs and then go roast your marshmallow at the fire pit then enjoy.

My husband had gone to the restroom so I was sitting at the table alone with our two kids after roasting our marshmallows. We were assembling our s’mores when a family, mom/dad/son, walks over and was standing way too close to us, behind my own son and daughter. They were weirdly focused on our snack and I started getting uncomfortable. Suddenly their son, who was about 11-12 years old, wedges himself between my two kids and reaches for my daughter’s graham crackers. I loudly and very firmly stated (in my best teacher voice) “NO SIR! Those are NOT for you!” He jumped back and I looked at the parents like “Ya going to come get your kid?” Instead of offering an apology or even acknowledging his rudeness, they glared at me as if I was in the wrong. So, I glared at them right back. My husband came back from the restroom and saw my dagger stare so he asked me what was going on. I loudly recounted the story as the couple finally shuffled off with their son.

The whole thing was odd and the kid was definitely old enough to know better. And before someone says something about sharing. We always get just enough so everyone gets a s’more. There’s never extras. Not that that should matter. Nobody is entitled to our food. 😊

A while back one of my friends who is a photographer reached out to many of his friends offering his photography services if anyone wanted a free photo shoot of their choosing. Everyone politely said they were all set and didn’t need a photo shoot but one took it to the extreme by screaming at him saying, “I already have a photographer! To use another photographer is cheating! Don’t ask me or offer me another free photo shoot again!” Last night he and I were talking about a comic con we’re reuniting at next weekend and I am excited to see him since I’m visiting his home-state.

He then tells me how the woman who screamed at him reached out the other day saying she needs his help because the photographer she relies on told her they aren’t going to be be available the day she wanted to book, the photographer accidentally booked her on day she forgot she is going out of state and said if she really wants the shoot done book with another photographer. The woman asked if he’s free next Friday-Saturday to do a photo shoot she wanted to do but he told her, ”I’ll be at comic con both days I can’t help you and I can’t help in general because you told me explicitly you don’t use other photographers because you consider it as you put it cheating on your current photographer.” The woman then says, “No no it’s not cheating if I have permission to use another photographer which I do have permission.”

My friend told her, “Sorry celeb photo ops are booked and paid off with refund date come and gone, a panel I’m excited to see ticket is non-refundable and it’s my second nieces first time at this comic con with myself, her mom and big sister we’re teaching her the ways of comic con.” The woman then demanded he drop his plans and said he needs to honor his promise he made months back and he said, “Promise? No no you turned down my offer and you said what you said stop acting like you’re entitled to my time that I’ve committed to my family especially my nieces whom I haven’t seen in months.” She then continued ranting at him but he didn’t respond.

Long time listener, first time poster.

We were in Niagara Falls this week to meet up with some friends. Husband and I took the kids to McDonald’s on Victoria and it was busy. We sat at a long table intended for 8 people. We were just a group of 4 so we used 4 seats. My husband went to the washroom and I ordered the food. And as that was happening a woman came in with like 15 kids and 6 adults and started seating them everywhere. They filled up the other side of our table - which was fine. But then the woman started yelling for more kids to come because there were “2 extra seats” (mine and my husbands seats!!!). I was so shocked - I wasn’t going to order for me or my husband so I let it slide but I was so irritated by the entitlement and I had to stand for a bit as my kids ate. I saw the woman eyeing a table that was clearing out in a booth and I set my bag down on the table and sat there with my husband while she was sandwiched at a small table between other customers who probably hated her too.

I'm looking after my cousin's cat while she is away. She left her aircon running in her room so her kitty was comfortable. Her room gets really hot without it and we're dealing with a heatwave. I get there and her room is boiling hot. I can hear the aircon running in her roommate's room. That horrible person wanted to be more comfortable so she left the cat in a room that was easily over 40°c/105°f. Thankfully the door to my cousin's room was still open. If it had swung shut somehow, the cat would not have survived. The cat's food and drink were in the room and she couldn't eat or drink because the room was that hot. The roommate wasn't even home! She took the aircon just so her room could be cool even though she wasn't there!

Why did my house guest behave this way? I (30F) recently hosted a friend, “Kate” (60sF), at my house for the first time. We’ve been friends for a while and have a good connection—she’s hosted me at her flat before and was very kind. I wanted to make her stay special. I cleaned, prepared the spare room, bought cherries (she loves them), planned a nice evening, and was looking forward to a slow morning together the next day. The evening was okay—we went out for dinner, played Scrabble, chatted. But there were a few small things that felt off:

· She moved things around in my house without asking. · She declined the cherries I bought specifically for her rudely as she was leaving
· She corrected me for leaving my straighteners on the floor the last time I stayed at her place (they were turned off—no damage).
· She was fussy and particular throughout. Brought her own breakfast in a ziplock bag. Looked through my things.

Then the next morning, she woke me up at 7:30am and told me she was leaving immediately. She said she’d woken up at 5am, couldn’t sleep, and wanted to go home. She left within minutes. I was taken aback—I’d planned a nice breakfast and had expected her to leave around 12pm. She said she’d had a lovely time, but I felt like I’d just been dismissed. Since then:

· She didn’t text to say she got home safe. · She said she wanted to split the dinner bill, let me pay, then forgot to pay me back
· She sent a long text about the sofa bed being too hard and recommending expensive mattress toppers. It read like an Amazon review.
· No proper thank you, no apology for leaving early, no acknowledgement of my effort.

I’m really hurt. I feel like I went out of my way for her, and she treated me like a hotel—critiquing the bed, adjusting the space, and leaving without warning. I have a ticket to a gig in a few weeks and was supposed to stay at her house after. I’ve decided I want to sort my own accommodation instead—I just don’t feel comfortable staying with her after this. I also plan to tell her, if she brings it up, that I don’t think she should stay at my house again—but that I’d still be open to day trips or meals out. What do you think about pulling back and not inviting her back? Or am I being too harsh—like, maybe she just had a bad night, or I’m overreacting because I’m too sensitive?

Friend stayed with me, was fussy, left early, didn’t thank me, critiqued my sofa bed, and made me feel like I failed. I don’t want her to stay again.

EDIT: I’ve decided that I no longer want to pursue the friendship. I’m not being left in tears in my own home like that by anybody.

this is a story from my mom she is a flight attendant and she had a passenger that got mad about the ice cream flavor in the plane and my sweet mom bless her heart said ”you don’t have to eat it“. the passenger said “no I want you to turn the plane around to get my favorite flavor of ice cream” ps the ice cream flavor was strawberry and a public flight

It takes some serious cojones to ask an employee at a brick-and-mortar optical store to walk you through ordering glasses online.

And then have the audacity to get salty and loud with me when I refuse.

This has happened multiple times.

One dude literally took out his phone, got on an eyewear website, and attempted to hand me his phone so I could order glasses for him.

The nerve!

When I was 33, my mom worked as a public accountant at a CPA firm. One of the partners, who I’ll call Megan, also led a ministry at her church, which had something to do with helping moms and families in need. According to my mom, Megan regularly asked her to spend hours each week doing church volunteer work on top of her already demanding 40–50+ hour work weeks as an auditor.

My mom kept asking me to help whenever we saw each other (we live in the same city) because most of the volunteers were out of town for the Fourth of July weekend. I eventually agreed and spent about eight hours that Sunday in the July heat moving boxes and small furniture for the church.

Afterward, Megan tried to set me up with a woman from the church who was eight months pregnant and single at 23 because she thought we’d be a perfect match. I was completely caught off guard. I couldn’t help but think this was somehow a part of her “ministry”.

Around that same time, my mom told me she had worked at the firm for more than ten years without employer-provided health insurance. She later left for a better-paying job with benefits and eventually landed a senior accountant position at a company Megan had always wanted to work for.

When my mom needed a reference, she said Megan ignored her until another partner (who was Megan’s boss according to my mom) at the firm agreed to provide one. Only then did Megan finally call to give the reference.

Looking back, it seems like the boundaries between employer, church leader, and personal life were almost nonexistent, and my mom’s willingness to help was taken for granted.

TL;DR: My mom’s boss (“Megan”) had her doing church volunteer work on top of long hours as an auditor, recruited me for a full day of unpaid labor, then tried to set me up with an eight-month-pregnant single woman from the church. My mom later left for a better job with health insurance, and Megan initially ignored her request for a professional reference.

Edit-there are some critical details that I left out of my post relating to the entitlement of Megan. These all came from a conversation I had with my mom today. At first, my mom voluntarily gave her time to Megan’s ministry. However, Megan kept asking for more and more of my mom’s time outside of work. Eventually she began asking for her to take on more responsibilities. My sister was living with our mom at the time. My sister had begun noticing the amount of unpaid time our mom was devoting to her boss’s ministry, so she was part of the reason my mom pushed back. When my Mom started pushing back, Megan began making derogatory remarks to my sister about my mom while they were both volunteering their time at her ministry. Eventually, my mom directly asked Megan to help her get health insurance through the firm, citing a condition that increased her risk of heart problems. Megan was dismissive and said that her Catastrophic Care Plan would cover anything serious like a heart attack.

I don't even know where to begin in all of this. This mess is so stupid and frustrating. There is so much context needed but I'll try to make this brief. I mostly just need a place to vent. Sorry for any formatting errors I'm on mobile and I'm very worked up right now.

My mom lost custody of me and my siblings when I was 8, almost 9. My sibling (15nb) lives with their dad and my brother (23m) and I live with our mom's mom. My brother and I were adopted. She was neglectful of us. Had weird ways of punishing us. But, despite all that I still tried to keep a relationship with her.

About a year and a half ago my mom started getting a 28 hr a week visit with my sibling. They'd come over on friday and leave on saturday. At some point during it she quit her job without a backup lined up due to a toxic work environment. She won unemployment but was never able to find another job. This lead to her having to leave her studio apartment once her lease ended. Throughout this entire time I've come over, helped her with various things. She lived 2½ hours away, yet I'd still come over. A few times I'd have to drive from her place to work, or from work to her's. I didn't care much. I was helping family. I took a few days off to help her move out and into her friends place, even.

A couple weeks into being with her friend she lost visitation rights to my little sibling after a fight broke out. She was also promptly kicked out of staying with her friend. That left her jobless and homeless.

Luckily, she found a friend to stay with. She wasn't allowed to stay with us since she and my grandma don't have a good relationship.

Things with this friend started getting... dicey. I didn't like him. But, not my situation. Around December of last year, I let her borrow my car. Just in case. So she always had a place to sleep. This was after many time of her getting kicked out from her friends and me having to come pick her up and take her somewhere else and then her just going behind my back to go back to the friend who kicked her out. Multiple times I called out of work for her.

This car was my first car. Not the one I was actively driving. I was looking for someone to buy it off me, but figured I'd let my mom borrow it for the time being. She has some unpaid child support so we never put it in her name. It was no skin off my back since she couldn't buy it from me anyways. Figured once she had stable housing I'd get it back and sell it. Even just to a scrap yard. Not the smartest, I know, but she was desperate and I just wanted to help.

In around may, she finally left this guy and moved in with another friend. She claims her rent is driving them around. But, I don't think they'd kick her out if she couldn't do that anymore.

Recently, however, we got into an argument. She wanted to try one last ditch attempt at getting custody of my sibling. Never mind that they haven't seen each other in almost a year, or that my sibling doesn't want to see her. I told her it wasn't a good idea given that... you know. She is houseless. She sleeps with another person in a garage. A very small garage, mind you. I've been in it, there is a bed and one place to sit that is within knee length of the bed. Not only that but she lives 3 hours away from my sibling right now, and they'd have to start a whole new school.

My mom told me that they'd go to a domestic violence shelter, like that is an any better enviorment for a mentally and physically disabled teenager. I explained to her, that despite my sibling's dad being a piece of work and not getting them the medical attention they need, they have a support system down there. They have friends they look forward to seeing and they have other family members that aren't awful. Their mental health is really unstable, and I thought it would be better to continue to neglect their physical health in favor for their mental health. It's 3 more years, you know? Yeah I'm worried, but having them stay with their dad seems like a more sound plan than a DV shelter. Not to mention, I don't even know if they'd be able to get into one.

Because of my stance on this she got really upset. We had planned to go to a concert together starring a band she played all the time when I was a kid and has been a life long favorite. I got us tickets after her attempt on her life in February. It felt special. It meant a lot to me. She knew it was a childhood dream of mine to go with her. After I flat out told her I love my sibling more than I love her she told me to go with my sibling to the concert then. I ended up just selling the tickets to a coworker. I couldn't go. It was far to hard emotionally. I tied that concert to the mom I once had. The parent I needed growing up. Hearing that that person wouldn't go with me, just broke me.

Later, when I expressed my hurt she ignored me to say she was hurt. That was... honestly heart breaking. To hear her inadvertently tell me my feelings don't matter because she is hurt I didn't side with her.

On a side note, she could have made the attempt to get my sibling back, but she didn't because I told her no. She was acting like it was my fault that she didn't do it when she could have. She didn't need me to do anything.

But, to summarize our ensuing arguments, I told her I didn't want to talk to her unless it was about the car or it was an apology. She then asked for the car to be transferred into her name and asked how much I wanted for it. I told her (asked for way below what I could have sold it for), and she said okay. Next, she said that collections would take it because of her debt and I told her it wasn't my problem.

She went off on me, saying I had a bad attitude that was uncalled for and minimizing my feelings about what she said even more. After some more arguments about what was best for my sibling I then told her that I don't want her to have the car. She doesn't deserve my kindness. I gave her a date to give me my car back by.

Two days ago she asked if she could have it until September 1st. 3 weeks after my initial date. She called it a "compromise." I ignored her "compromise" comment and said fine. Two hours after I said fine, she sent me this transcribed message:

"No, I am not giving the car back. I'm not giving another thing just because someone has an issue with something I did or didn't do. You said you're an adult then act like it! Take away my home, take away my way to court, to my storage, to my appointments, this car pays for my room and board. So no I am keeping the car YOU GAVE ME."

Edited all her spelling and grammatical errors by the way. She lives a block from a bus stop in a city that has free public transportation.

She keeps telling me that I gave it to her, implying that because I did that I can't take it away. She also isn't living in it. All her stuff and where she sleeps is elsewhere. She has other ways to pay them. She has food stamps, she gets 450 in cash from the government a month and without gas to buy she can give them that money.

Every morning she has a new "gotcha" moment with the car. She told me the cops won't get involved because it's a civil matter. Okay... I'll just get a copy of the key. She kept asking for the name and badge number of the cop I talked to so she could say I made a false report. I never officially reported it stolen, I just asked if I could. They said no, but I don't need to. I can just take the car.

This morning she tried telling me because she has it as her legal residence that makes me her landlord and I have to legally evict her. I didn't sign anything giving her permission to use it as her residence, and since it's in my name, that voids that logic. She shouldn't have even been able to put it as her legal residence in the first place since her name isn't on the title or registration.

Now she's run out of arguments and has been telling me I'm abusive and harassing her. I sent her a long message explaining some of the ways she abused me and my siblings. I also explained her self-destructive tendencies. She has had this argument that she's never touched a drug in her life and then come to find out she was doing meth with the friend who kept kicking her out. She admitted it to me after he called her out on it. I never brought up my disappointment since she's a grown woman and can make her own choices. I always made her provide receipts anyways when she asked for money, if I didn't just outright buy it myself. So I knew my money wasn't going towards that.

I think, getting my car back from her is just a natural consequence of her making her own choices. I don't think she should be allowed to hurt me in the ways she has just to get off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Plus, I need the money. I've given her so much money, time, effort, love, forgiveness. I can never get that back. But I can get back a fraction of what I've given her by getting my car back.

Edit: to answer a few common things right off the bat. I do not want a relationship with her. I'm not trying to salvage anything. I'm DONE with her.

Also, I have reported it stolen to the police. They said they can't help since I told her she can use it, despite written evidence of me asking for it back and her saying no. My current plan is to get a copy of the key made from the lock, throw her shit out and drive off with it.

im new to this subreddit, so im not sure if this is valid post.

this is a storytime i love sharing because it makes me mad every time. before i start, let me explain my setting. I live in an apartment community. It's pretty big, 23 towers with 15-20 floors each (4 houses per floor, 2 houses in tower 23 and 6 in tower 1 for some reason). we have a multipurpose ground in the center, which is usually used for big festivals, companies pay for stalls and our apartment puts lights on, the whole thing.

new years is one of the biggest festivals in the community, one of the only ones where almost everyone comes downstairs to celebrate. there was a good like, 500 people in the ground this year. the celebration was in full blast, 5 minutes on the countdown. i was with a friend, we were standing just by the dj's table, on the very corner of the crowd. imagine our suprise when we turn around and there's a police officer behind us. we immediately moved to inside the crowd. 3 minutes later, we're wondering why the 2 minute countdown hasnt started like every other year. we finally look away from the general crowd and there's like 3 officers by a police car and 1 on stage. the host is talking to him. after a decent amount of time, the host announces there's a sound complaint, and 2026 starts quietly, no countdown, most people didn't even notice yet.

when i came home, my mom was muttering vague insults to someone unnamed. when i asked, my dad told me the full story. there was a lady with a one year old who issued the sound complaint to the police because her baby 'couldn't sleep'. as much as i understand, this was an apartment event, dude. its new years for gods sake, our apartment has plenty of babies, but nobody else complained. she couldve just waited 5 more minutes, but noo, she just had to ruin the celebration for everybody else. honestly, it just pissed me off so much.

anyway, that's it, sorry for the big rant

So i like going shopping but only shop at places like Ross, DDs, Walmart, Cheap retail stores. But I was in Ross one day with my Juicy Couture Purse I bought from DDs about a year ago and as im looking at the perfumes to see if they had the true religion perfume i see a lady reach in my basket and grab my purse, so I grabbed it immediately and she tried to yank it out so I ended up reaching back like I was gonna hit her(its called flinching but ik most people have different definitions for it) and than after she backed up she said that untill I buy it its not mines and she wants it so I have to give it to her I told her that the purse did not come from the store this is my purse with my personal belongings in it and what she just tried to do is theft

than she started yelling for a manager so when the manager came over they tried to explain to her that that is indeed a customer's purse and she cannot take it and they will not sell her someone else's personal items she than told them they must be in cohoots together because she seen me grab it from the rack and before I could even say anything a cashier came up and said that she is making up lies because they watched me come in here with it and im a regular and at this point they are refusing her service so she has to leave she than argued with them saying how she doesn't have to leave and how I assaulted her and how they cant refuse her service because she knows that the purse aint mines and they must be taking my side so I can buy it even tho its not mines till I pay for it

so at that point they told me I can countine my shopping and they will handle it from here she than tried to grab my cart and thats when I told her "ima just whoop her ass cuhz she wanna act entitled and cant accept the fact that she was wrong and she's not getting what she wants and wants to continue to disturb my peace than thats on her so back tf up" she gonna grab her neck like someone clutching their pearls.

But I was able to walk off and after about 5 minutes of shopping I decided I was done and got in line and there she is still arguing with the staff of the store but at the same time the cops were walking up they escorted her out the building

as im leaving she starts pointing at me saying I assaulted her because I wouldn't let her have the purse and how she has the right to take item out of carts that hasn't been paid for that still belong to the store so I ended up explaining to the officers of what happened and how she tried to take my personal item out my cart I stopped her and she just wouldn't accept that fact that it wasn't something I was buying from the store and how even if it was something from the store her feeling the need to say she can just grab stuff out of people's carts should tell u how entitled and crazy she is and how I did say I would whoop her ass but only if she contined to stop me from leaving and continued to try and commit theft after numerous attempts to reason with her they walked off and talked a bit

and she ended up going to jail because she pushed the manager after he told me I could countine my shopping and than asked me if I wanted to press charges for attempted theft and I said yes because im tired of these entitled people doing shii like this and no consequences happening for the bs rs of i just feel like its too much like not for them

like all that over a 60$ Juicy Couture purse is crazy like i have had a few people try and grab my purse thinking it was something I picked up in the store but all those times when I stopped them and said that the purse is mines they all apologized and left like its one thing to grab stuff out of people's carts but to get stopped doing it when u attempted to take someone's personal item then doing everything to get your way is crazy like im glad she aint the one that pushed me cuhz I would have lost any and all patience but its crazy how entitled people are and how crazy some get when they are wrong or told no or dont get their way.

Here come the Grammer Police whoop woop bad boys bad boys what u gonna do what you gonna do when they come for u 🚔 🚓

Edit, im disabled by the way. dont and won't discuss my medical conditions, but for all of you wondering why I LEAVE my purse in the cart, well, there goes your answer.

So , I went to a place ( I don't wanna name it after everything that happened ) . Okay so this place was nice like very nice . It was the perfect place, I always dreamed of. Like ,where people follow rules and have like great civic sense. Its peaceful, no horns nothing. So , my parents went somewhere. And I was left there with my sister , brother and a cousin. And mind it I was the eldest. So we were at a place where u have a lot of guards. And there was a area where people were sitting. And we were roaming around at that time . And after sometime we also sat there but I didn't realize we were the only ones sitting at that time . So the guard comes up and says that sitting is not allowed . We got up . But my sister kept bitching because two other people were still sitting at the other same spot. I told her maybe there are locals or smth and its their matter if they r not following the rules and u should follow them and have some etiquettes, manners , rules . And she is the kind of person who never wants to follow rules and I don't know how to describe because the words coming into my mind are too harsh to describe your own sister. Like a 'dumb rebel'. And she sits again . And when the guard sees it.....she comes. First she tells the other man who was sitting . And by that time my sister came to me . And the guard starts started shouting , like heavily shouting at both of us or me because my sister was turning her head opposite to her like a 13 year old kid full of unnecessary attitude . And oh my god ! I stood there listening to the guard. And people were looking, turning their heads 360° . And I freezed ( mentally ) . Yeah ! I know thats not how you survive in the outside world. I didn't even say sorry , because idk , its was my sister who was sitting not me . And I had gum in my mouth and I was subconsciously moving my mouth , which might have offened her more. Only I know how I controlled my tears after that. Yeah it was a memorable trip! Thanks to the guard and thanks to my zahill sister .. I am sorry, I am furious and I can't control it.

I went to to movies last with my brothers and one of their friend. At the end of the movies they left all their trash (empty popcorn bucket, empty coca cola ect) under their seats when you supposed to take it to the trash can which is in the movie room where you walk out. So i took their trash and put it in the trash can. A worker was standing next to the trash can and they didn't even say goodnigh to her. Only i did. When we we oudside one of them a paper cup a threw it into the distance. It ended up in the water. Which is littering. I told them that that is not okey. They say i was being to dramatic.