About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer of the nasal cavity (stage 2).
To get it removed, I had to undergo aggressive chemo to make it smaller, but that led to some pretty severe hair loss.
Even my eyebrows and eyelashes fell out. Because I didn’t want anyone to think I was a skinhead/neonazi, I wore a wig.
Once after a long chemo session at the hospital, I took the bus home.
There’s only one bus that goes from the hospital to where I live, so it was usually packed.
I felt terrible, so I asked one guy to let me sit down. He understood and gave me his spot without complaining.
However, two stops later, this entitled mother came in – a lovely whale with an “I demand to talk with the manager” haircut.
Her 12-year-old kid (or so) was in tow.
There wasn’t anywhere to sit, and that’s when she saw me.
The conversation went like this:
Her: Hey could my kid sit down?
Me: You mean me?
Her: Who else?
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m on my way from the hospital and –
Her: So are we. My boy just broke his leg and we’re coming straight from the ER.
This was total nonsense because the hospital stop was a few kilometers back and the kid was standing right beside her.
Me: He’s standing next to you completely fine.
Her: Look here, BOY. My kid deserves to sit down.
Me: Look madam, I’m sorry, but I just got back from a chemo session at the hospital, and I need to sit down.
Her, starting to yell in my face: Stop making excuses and get off the seat, you skinhead!
At this point, I was baffled. What could you say at this point?
To make matters worse, she tried to yank me off my seat.
Thankfully, another passenger stepped in.
Him: Will you shut up you dumb cow?!
Her: Who do you think you are talking to?!
Him: Stop assaulting other passengers or I will be forced to step in. Any dumb moron could see the dude has cancer.
Her: No, he’s just a skinhead!
Him: He’s got no eyebrows, you idiot!
That seemed to really piss her off because she swung around and punched the other passenger in the face.
That’s when he said something absolutely golden.
Him: Okay that does it. Harassing passengers on the bus, physical assault against a passenger and now assaulting an officer. You’re in deep trouble, lady.
That’s when he pulled out his badge and told her to stay where she was.
He pulled out his phone, reported it, and the entitled mother turned ghostly white.
The bus came to a stop, and she tried to make a run for it. The other passengers blocked her way
Thanks to that, she got charged with resisting arrest, too. The officer asked if I wanted to press charges, and I gladly said yes.
In the end, the mother got jail time for a few months and some community service.
-- BigusSpekus
One day, I’m walking my leashed dog with a friend.
Well, this lady and her son come waltzing down the same road with her two boxers, which aren’t leashed.
My dog wasn’t the friendliest because he was sick (and this eventually led to his passing).
He had kidney disease, so he wasn’t too kind to strangers.
I tell her this, and she tells me that she has control over her dogs. Alright. Sounds good.
Well, suddenly, her dogs come running at mine.
They start licking his face, and my dog starts growling and barking.
The two boxers start biting him on the face and legs.
Thankfully, my friend steps in and pulls the two dogs off mine, and I snatch my dog up.
As if the cherry on top of the situation, the entitled woman has the nerve to say our dog is rampant and we need to control him better.
We told her he wasn’t friendly, and he is leashed.
I said, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I had control over my dog. Your dogs came running at mine. You told us you had control.”
I made sure to say it in a snarky tone because she was being so incredibly rude.
She responded, “I should be the angry one! I should call pest control on your wicked dog!”
I’m about to freak out, and my friend tells me I should just leave, so we do.
As if that wasn’t enough, her eight-year-old son flips us off as I look back.
-- Ashez12
It’s around 3 AM in the morning, and I’m home alone playing video games.
My parents are gone visiting a friend, so I have the whole house to myself.
Then, I hear a knock on the door. Again, it’s 3 AM.
When I open the door, I see a family acquaintance with her (already) whiny brat.
She’s also visibly pregnant.
Me: Hey, what’s going on?
Her: My car broke down and the tow company can’t get my car until tomorrow. Can we crash here tonight?
Me: Sure. You guys can sleep in the living room.
I invite them in and do the hostess thing – asking if they’re hungry or thirsty.
She asks for some coffee. No problem.
I go to make some, but that’s when I see her kid picking up my controller.
Me: Hey, little guy. Please put that down.
Her: Oh, he can’t play a game?
Me: No. I’m in the middle of something. Plus, he wouldn’t know how to play the game.
Her: But he really wants to, don’t you? (She’s asking the kid).
He screams that he wants to play, and I say “No.”
That’s when he starts to scream and yell.
On top of that, he tosses the controller at the TV and shatters the screen.
I scream obscenities and run over to check the TV.
Her: Hey! Don’t you swear at my child!
Me: You just let him destroy my TV!
Her: You’re the one who didn’t let him play the video game.
Me: I said no. You have to teach your brat that he isn’t owed ANYTHING!
Her: How dare you! Just wait until I tell your mother about how you treated him. YOU are being the brat right now! Just get a new TV and quit whining.
Me: Yeah, I’ll get a new TV With the money you pay me for this one.
Her: What?! But YOU are the one who instigated it.
Me: You know what. Get out of my house. You and your brat aren’t welcome anymore.
Her: What is wrong with you?! I’m pregnant and have a toddler. I have nowhere to go!
Her: You can’t just kick a stranded pregnant mother and her toddler out at 3 AM in the cold!
Me: Oh, yes I can! Get out of my house before I call the cops!
She heads toward the door, saying she’s going to tell my mom everything that happened.
Apparently, she thinks I’m going to regret throwing her out.
The next morning, I called my parents and explained everything. They understand because they didn’t raise a spoiled brat.
My mom got an earful from the acquaintance. My mom wasn’t hearing any of it.
She said to fork over $500 for a new TV or we take her to small claims.
Naturally, she pays the money and we cut contact.
Oh, by the way, the reason they were out at 3 AM? The brat wanted McDonald's and refused to go to bed until he got it.
-- ATEEZ_Rookie_Kings
I’m a 28-year-old woman who just recently went fully blind about a year ago due to Histoplasmosis.
When I first went blind, I wouldn’t leave the house.
I felt like everyone was staring at me, and I barely knew what I was doing.
However, one day, my husband asks if I can take an Uber to the bank and deposit a rent check. I reluctantly agree.
While I’m out, I go to Walmart to get some groceries.
It was right across the street, and we really needed a few things.
At first, it was fine. I only needed a few things so I didn’t need a cart.
I relied mostly on my cane, but I still bumped into things as I went.
Suddenly, I whacked someone’s leg and I began to apologize.
Me: Shoot! I’m sorry!
Mother: Hey! You just hit my son!!
Me: I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t see him there.
Mother, beginning to yell: How could you not see him! He’s clearly right there!!
Despite being fully blind, I don’t wear sunglasses.
Mostly because I can’t afford a good UV blocking pair, but also, I don’t want pity or to “play the part” of a generic blind person.
Me: Ma’am. I’m blind. I can’t see anything, let alone your son. That’s why I have to use the cane so I can get around without –
Mother, cutting me off: If you’re blind, why aren’t you wearing big sunglasses?
Me: Those are really expensive (around $200 for a good pair), and I really don’t need any inside.
Mother: You’re not blind! You’re faking it!
Just as I’m about to respond, I feel a tug on my cane.
Her little demon spawn snatched my $100 cane from my hands.
For those of you who don’t understand, that’s like you’re shopping and suddenly the power goes out, and you can’t see anything.
My voice gets really shaky as I begin to panic.
Me: Please give that back! I really do need it!
Her: No, you don’t, you liar. My son deserves to play with this more than you!
I hear them shuffle away with my expensive cane cracking into the metal displays.
I begin to cry and wave my arms in front of me to grab onto something, anything.
I end up crashing and falling into a center aisle display, making a loud scene.
That’s when I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear a man's voice asking if I’m okay and to stay right where I’m at.
I sit up and listen as his massive footsteps took off. I felt a suction of wind when he took off.
Maybe about 30 or 40 feet away, I hear this loud bellowing that sounds like an angry lion and a loud crash.
Before I know it, he’s helping me back to my feet and takes my hand to give my cane back.
He then picks up the items I had dropped when I fell.
Me, wiping tears from my cheeks: Thank you. Thank you so much. I didn’t know how to handle that.
Him: Don’t worry about it. Some people are just monsters.
The guy even helped me finish shopping and out of the store.
As we’re leaving, I can hear the familiar screeching of the entitled mother.
Apparently, the guy who gave my cane back flung her little devil child into a shopping cart.
-- HecateNocturne
This happened during my first week at my old job.
There were four people in the store (including the manager and I).
We were running the store through the drive-through only and barely managing.
Me: Welcome to (restaurant) what can I get for you today?
An angry customer comes in and orders a large amount of food
Me: Alright so that will be a bit of a wait as we are understaffed and some of that food is made on-demand. Is that okay with you?
Angry Customer: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Me: Alright your total is ###.
The angry customer finally reaches the window and pays
My Manager: Hey, this order is taking too long as some of the food is still cooking so park this car.
Me to the angry customer: hello, so as I mentioned at the window your order is taking a while because some of the food you ordered is made on-demand.
Me: Can we have you park out by the front of the store? We will have that ready in a few minutes and bring it right to your car.
Angry Customer: Stupid working children. Fine, I’ll park. drives off angry
Less than 5 minutes later, we hear the locked lobby door rattling.
This only happens if you are aggressively pulling the door open when it’s locked.
The lady then goes to the window of the lobby that faces the kitchen.
She starts slamming her hands against the window to get our attention.
Manager: Don’t even look at her.
The lady gets fed up with us not paying her any attention and shows up at the drive-through window.
I’m working on the next customer, but she squeezes between the customer’s car and the drive-through window.
Angry Customer, yelling: I have been waiting for an hour for my food, and you have been giving everyone their food but me!
Angry Customer, screaming at this point: My children are hungry at home! That’s why you’re a dumb child who can only work at a fast-food place!
She demanded to see my manager at this point.
Manager: Ma’am, get away from the window you are not allowed to do that!
Angry Customer: I want my food!
Manager: and I’ll make you wait longer if you don’t step away from the window and get back to your car.
Angry Customer: I want my food now!
Manager: Get back to your car. It’s only been 10 minutes.
The angry customer backed away from the window and walked backwards to her car while still yelling
I apologized to the other customer and continued what I was doing.
Other Customer: Oh, wow. I can’t believe there are people like that.
Me: Yeah, there’s a lot of them.
Manager, to me: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah, I’m fine.
Manager: okay good. Now, who is going to go give that lady her food because it’s ready?
Coworker: Guess I’ll do it.
Other Customer: Good Luck!
-- heythereaudry
I was going to see my mum, and I was on the train.
I was using my laptop to work on a short story/essay for school.
Everything was going fine until this entitled mum came on with her kid.
If you live in Scotland, you know what Scotrail trains are like.
If you don’t, there’s a kind of table thing with seats on either side instead of default one in front of the other.
I was sitting at one of these, and the entitled Karen came up to me.
Her: Hey, the train is kind of full, can we sit here as well?
I didn’t mind this, so I said yes.
The kid actually decided to sit next to me, and I also didn’t mind this.
He asked if he could watch me play, and I said that I was writing but he could still watch.
He was fine with this.
We sat for about five minutes, me writing, kid watching, and the mother on her phone.
Then, she looked up. Apparently, she wasn’t happy that her kid was watching.
Her: Hey
I looked up because this is the first time she had spoke.
Me: Yes?
Her: Why is my son watching you play?
Me: Uhh, he wanted to?
Her: Well, YOU should be letting him play
Me: Ma'am I'm not playing I'm-
She cut me off.
Her: Of course, you're playing, what else would you be doing?
Me: I'm working on an-
Again, she didn’t let me finish.
Her: Ugh, just give him your laptop
Me: Ma'am, I cant just give your son my laptop.
Her: Well, why not?
Me: Because it's my laptop. I don't even let my siblings use my laptop
At this, she just snatches my laptop off of me.
She closes my essay (Luckily, I had auto save on) and starts fiddling about with my laptop.
I have had enough by that point. I snatch my laptop back.
Me: Get your own laptop.
She absolutely LOSES it.
Her: Did you just assault me? And steal my son’s laptop?
I’m like 5’3” and a teenage girl, so I can’t really assault a fully grown Karen.
The person sitting in the aisle across from us stands up and decides to intervene.
Him: Listen lady, I've just phoned for security, and they will be here soon.
Scottrail thankfully has security.
Security came about 30 seconds later and then she and her kid were taken somewhere.
Security then came back and asked if I wanted to press charges.
The guy that called said it would be a good idea and I just nodded.
I was trying not to laugh, and she got fined.
I do feel kinda bad for her kid, because he was actually ok, and he has to put up with an entitled mother.
-- My_MentalHelth_Suks
So today I (now 29 years old) am 13 years in remission from cancer.
I had a very aggressive type, with less than 20% chance of survival for the first 5 years.
The chance of the specific type coming back after 5 years was reduced to 0%.
But that’s not the story I’m here to share. It’s just relevant information.
As I was 16, I qualified for MakeAWish.
I’d played around with a bunch of potential ideas: destination vacations, meeting my favourite band, getting electronics.
Once the idea of travelling somewhere warm came up my mom (EP) was convinced that was what was happening with my wish.
The discussion of Barbados came up, so that’s what she set her mind to.
However, I was still on the fence, and after discussing it with my correspondent at MakeAWish
I had decided that I wanted to meet my favourite band.
We would not have been able to go to the Caribbean for the trip, simply because of costs.
We could have still gone somewhere warm, and out of the country.
We live in northern Canada, so there were talks of Florida, California, or even Hawaii as a destination to meet them at.
I wrote a letter directed to the band I wanted to see, explaining how listening to them helped me through treatment.
My correspondent had mailed it out to the managers.
They were going to begin preparations for the band to get a time scheduled for the wish.
When I told my mom what I wanted and the plan to meet the band, she went nuts.
She went off about how “she deserved this trip as much as I do because she was there for me the entire time.”
And that if I wanted to do anything besides going to Barbados, I could find another adult to supervise the trip.
She said neither she nor my stepdad would not be joining me since it wasn’t what she wanted.
She then told me to pack my bags.
I’d be staying at my dad’s place until I “came to my senses” and told MakeAWish that we were going to Barbados.
I spent over a month at my dad’s.
The correspondent trying to convince me to go through with what I really wanted several times during this period.
I eventually caved and let my mom have what she wanted.
Now my parents did make a “compromise” with me at the time.
They told me they’d drive me to their concert in Toronto if I had paid for the entire trip.
Foolish 17-year-old me thought this was a great idea.
I get to see the band in concert, I make my parents happy in the end.
It cost a lot, my parents complained the whole time, but at least I’d seen them in concert.
On the occasional time where the conversation of the trip to Barbados comes up, my mom likes to paint herself as the victim after all these years.
Her: Could you imagine if you’d have gone through with it and we’d of missed out on going to Barbados.
Her: You would have gone with (friend's mom) instead and left us (her and stepdad) behind. I would have never forgiven you if you’d done that.
To this day, I am still a huge fan of that band.
They were on hiatus for a while but came back and this whole situation really sticks in my mind.
Especially, when I see them performing on shows and on their two tours they’ve done post-hiatus.
Yes, I saw them in concert, and it was a great time.
But, I could have physically met them, and gone to a concert through MakeAWish, while travelling to another country.
I also wouldn’t have to pay out of pocket for the experience.
All because my mom felt entitled to making my wish about her, rather than the actual recipient of it.
I understand that she didn’t care to meet the band herself.
But, there could have been many opportunities available aside from just doing that.
I nearly died, it shouldn’t have been a question of doing whatever I wanted for my wish.
Especially since there was the extremely high chance of the cancer coming back.
-- Gaudetst
I have an 11-week-old purebred corgi with his tail still attached.
He has been my rock through some tough times. I would gladly take a bullet for him to get those kisses.
He doesn’t have all of his shots yet, and he needs a lot of exercise.
I live in an apartment without a yard.
I walk around my building a few times without a leash since he never leaves my side.
This time I had him on a leash, and we walked to collect the mail.
This was his first time exploring out this far.
I wanted to make sure he was kept close and out of the way.
On the way to the leasing office, I didn’t see anyone around, and he was having a ball exploring the new places.
When we made it to the mail area, I collected my things and started the trip home.
A family drives up in shimming gear for the pool.
I thought nothing of it. I picked up my puppy to carry him with my package in the other arm.
Immediately, the kid rushes to me and the pup.
He couldn’t be more than four or five years old.
I lifted my leg to try and stop the kid and explained,
“Please keep your distance, there is a pandemic and my puppy needs space to keep him safe.”
The kid didn’t listen and approached closer. I yelled out louder “NO! BACK UP!”
To where the mom heard me this time.
The mom rushed her way over demanding I apologize for yelling at his boy and to let her son pet my “husky puppy.”
I corrected her that my pup is a Corgi who hasn’t had his boosters and to keep him safe to please back up.
I just wanted to go home. This mom got all up in my face and tried to yank the pup away from my arm.
I could hear him yapping in fear, so I had a knee-jerk reaction to pull him closer and turn around.
Me: Back off. You’re scaring him. If you get closer again, I will use defensive force to protect myself and my puppy.
Me, getting louder: You and your child need to back off and leave me alone.
The mom went into hysterics and the kid started crying.
The boy tried to reach up and grab his tail and pulled.
He was yanked through my arm and dropped to the ground.
I screamed as loud as I could as both of them tried to pick him up.
I panicked with my keys and sprayed the mom with pepper spray.
They both started screaming their heads off. I picked up my puppy and ran home.
I did a check on my puppy. He’s shaken up quite a bit.
I changed my clothes and held him close to soothe him.
I plan to only keep him outside around the building from now on.
-- NoMoreCinnamon
My son rides the bus with a very entitled, unruly girl that lies about everything, and bullies people.
The bus driver has my son where he can see him to prevent bullying on the bus.
Her mother is just as bad. We do live in a rural area, so the bus stops are spread out.
The entitled girl lives just far enough off, her mom drives her. On with the non-sense.
We are down at the bus stop, in my car because it's raining.
Normally we walk, but who wants to go to school soaked?
Passing time by playing I spy, and games on my phone.
Here comes the entitled mother.
She spots my car, the entitled girl gets out, and beelines to my car.
Doors are locked. She runs back to her mother’s car and loudly complains she can't get in.
No, I am not letting her in either. Did it once, she trashed my car, was rude, never again!
Entitled Mother: So, you need to let my daughter in.
Me: No, I don't.
Entitled Mother: Some people have things to do and can't sit around all day.
Me: Some people have jobs, but still make sure their kids get on the bus. Go away.
The entitled mother is now trying to reach thru the cracked window.
Her: Open this door right now! My daughter wants to sit in your car! I need my nails done! I can’t wait here!
Me: Nope, not my kid, not my problem. Just get in your car, it's raining.
At this point, I started closing the window, and she jerked her hand back.
She did not get in her car but decided to start hitting mine, screaming about her self-importance.
According to her, I needed to understand that her daughter is always right.
No, I did not call the police. No need. The third kid at our stop is a sheriff's officer's son.
We have a deal, I watch his son in the morning, he gets mine home safe in the afternoon.
He pulls up to the Karen beating my car.
The girl is screaming she that she’s going to die of embarrassment now that people see her mother's car.
Officer: Why are you beating this woman’s car? It's raining, go sit in yours.
I unlocked the doors for his son to get in.
Entitled Mother: You see that? She won't let my daughter in but yet your son didn't even ask and she let him go in. She's disrespectful of important people's time!
Officer: You are responsible for your child. Not this woman. She can decline access to her vehicle if she wants to.
Officer, continuing: Get in your car, or I am calling my SGT to authorize an impound because you will go to jail for attempted destruction of this car and harassment.
The entitled mother sulked back to her car, and the bus pulled up.
I took my big umbrella out and got the boys on the bus.
The entitled mother drove off before the bus closed the stop sign, so the officer stopped her for that violation.
I went home chuckling.
-- RCRMoon
Took the day off from work yesterday, because my nephew's school was closed for the day.
I wanted to spend time with him (my brother and nephew live with me).
My nephew is a small kid, and he calls both my wife and I “mom,” while calling my brother “dad.”
This has led to him getting teased a bit, especially by this kid named Jahrad.
Jahrad is easily 30lbs heavier than my nephew, and a solid 6" taller.
So my nephew is terrified of the kid.
As a result, we don't invite that kid to parties or playdays.
Every other kid on the block is invited, except him.
I refuse to force my nephew to interact with someone he's so afraid of.
When the Ice Cream Truck pulls up to our neighborhood it stops in the same place.
Kids, parents, and anyone else who wants an ice cream go and meet the truck there.
Yesterday, my nephew was playing in the yard with his friend.
Then, we hear the unmistakable sound of the ice cream man heading towards our neighborhood.
So both the kids, the other kid’s dad, his wife, my wife, my brother, and I all head up to the intersection to grab some soft serve.
We get to the truck, and I let the other kid’s dad know that this one is on me.
So we all get our ice cream, I pay, and then we start to walk away.
Before we get more than 20 feet from the truck, the entitled mother has placed an order for her and Jahrad.
She then proclaimed in her best outside voice that I would be paying for them.
Me: Excuse me? I never offered to pay for you.
Entitled Mother: You said this one was on you!
Me: I was talking to (the other kid’s dad), not you.
Entitled Mother: That’s not fair! Jahrad was so excited for ice cream, and now you’re saying he can’t have any!
Me: Ma'am, He's free to have all the ice cream you're willing to pay for. I'm not buying my son's bully ice cream.
Entitled Mother: How DARE you!
Me, to the ice cream guy: Sorry for the mix-up, but she's not on my tab, I want to be clear about that.
Entitled Mother: Come on, Jahrad! We’re going home with no ice cream because this lady hates you!
Why did she even come to the truck if she didn't have money on her?!
I'm starting to understand why her son is such an awful kid.
It's not his fault, he's being trained to be that way.
-- dame_de_boeuf
