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! 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
So I’m walking down the street, and this guy randomly collapses. I look a little closer and I see that he has one of those heart alert bracelets on his wrist. Immediately, I call 911.
The paramedics do their thing and arrive within minutes. Along with them, the fire department comes quickly in tow because you can’t have one without the other.
They arrive in a four-door pick-up and jump out to start taking care of the collapsed guy. Immediately, he’s hooked up to all these blood pressure cuffs, heart monitors – the works.
Then, here comes a woman strutting up with a face so red she might also drop from a heart attack.
The Karen starts screaming that the truck cut her off at the intersection.
Mind you, the truck still has lights and sirens, so…not sure why she’s upset.
The Karen demands that the paramedic looks at her while she has a five-year-old meltdown.
Naturally, they continue CPR and the life-saving things you gotta do. Only, he needs something from his truck. When he goes to fetch it, the woman blocks his way.
The moment he tries to step around her, Karen whips out pepper spray and goes right at his face.
As if that wasn’t enough, she starts pepper-spraying everyone in the general vicinity.
The first paramedic that got up, the second, and just for good measure, the guy having a heart attack on the ground!
I was watching the whole thing quickly stepped up and snatched the pepper spray from her hand. Karen had no right to hold such a dangerous weapon.
I didn’t want her to hurt anyone else so I also held onto her until the police arrived. There’s no telling what she’d do next.
The paramedics now have their work cut out for them, giving CPR and washing out each other’s eyes. Then, the police arrive, and Karen doesn’t act any better.
When the police attempt to handcuff her, she bites and kicks them. This results in her swiftly getting hog-tied with her shirt pulled over her face to prevent any more damage.
At that point, she pulls the whole “don’t you know who I am?!” schtick. It didn’t stop her from getting massively charged.
Karen was charged with two counts of aggravated assault with a weapon on paramedics and two counts of assault on a police officer.
She also got charged with one count of aggravated assault with a weapon on the heart attack victim and finally, resisting arrest.
The good part of the story is that the heart attack victim survived!
The good part of the story is that the heart attack victim survived!
After he learned about everything, he decided to sue Karen for $10 million (which she apparently has).
As far as her assault charges, the entire thing was captured on two security cameras and lord knows how many smartphones.
No matter how hard she tries, she won’t get out of this one. She faces a possible 65 years in prison time.
I haven’t even brought up the funny part: Her husband is a bank vice president who refused to post her bail. It took her family 13 days to bail her out.
-- JeepHammer
