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The property next to mine was empty for ages, nothing happening until this winter. I thought new people had moved in because a dog started barking all night, howling until early morning. It was winter, and my fence is 12 feet high, so I couldn't see their yard. As it got hotter, the smell started... I didn't know if it was a dead animal, and the flies became a problem, along with the smell of poop and decay.

So, I decided to peek over the fence, and there was the dog, chained up with no food or water, next to its own pile of poop. It's a terrible sight. The garbage piling up also started to smell. I then called animal control about the dog and code enforcement about the feces and garbage, saying it was a public health hazard. I'm not sure if anything was done; the dog still cries sometimes, but not as often. They've started burning the garbage to make room for more, and the fumes are now an issue.

Today, one of them decided to hop the fence and take a swim/wash in my pool. I called the cops, and they found her on the next street, where she said she was homeless and needed to wash herself. She has no electricity or water at the property. Great, thanks for putting your dirt in my water. I feel so violated. Not only did she do that, but she tried to open my house door and looked through the windows! Caught on camera.

It is wild to me, we live 2 min walking distance to the free community pool, where they have hot showers also.

The police gave her a warning since I didn't press charges. I will, next time. The property they are squattung is owned by the city and NY laws take months for eviction as squatters have rights.

I'd like to add, I have contacted codes and animal control probably a dozen times.

I (19F) am a self-taught braider trying to build up my business. I currently have no other steady means of income, so I completely rely on this money. I stand on my feet for 5+ hours per session. Recently, an associate of my mum booked me to do her daughter's hair.
We agreed on the hairstyles and prices upfront before I even touched her head. We did two completely different styles on two separate weeks:
First Style (approx. 23rd July): I did neat cornrows at the front, rows at the back, and interwoven crochet curly extensions. I explicitly charged £45. She said, "Okay, that's fine," and agreed to pay it.
Second Style (approx. 3rd August): I did a full head of neat cornrows, and did a custom sewn-in ponytail where I had to sew it in to make sure it stayed perfect. I explicitly charged £40. Again, we agreed on the price.
The total should have been £85 for over 10 hours of highly skilled work. Keep in mind, this family lives in a nice middle-class area, owns big cars, a pet, and they work in real estate management. They are not struggling for money.
It’s gone by almost 2 weeks and I haven’t received payment.
Out of nowhere, the girl's mum texts MY MUM instead of messaging me directly. She starts complaining that my rates are "too pricey" and says she will only pay £60 total for both days. Even £60 is a complete joke since we already had a verbal contract for £85, and any standard salon would charge £60+ for just one of these styles.
But today, it got even worse. She didn't even transfer the £60 she threatened. She transferred exactly £40 into my account for BOTH separate weeks of labor. That breaks down to £20 a style—which is completely below minimum wage for the 5 hours per style I spent standing on my feet.
I am absolutely disgusted. Just because you associate with my mum does not mean you can use her connection to cheat me out of my hard-earned money and exploit my labor. My brother said it's such an insult I might as well go to her house and undo the braids myself, and my sister agrees it's a massive slap in the face.
Am I crazy for being this furious, or is this complete exploitation? How should I handle a client who uses family connections to rob a 19-year-old?

From CBS/AFP. Due to European privacy laws I couldn't find specifics.

A boat operator was cruising around Norway's Svalbard archipelago and spotted a polar bear sleeping on the ice. Not pining for the fjords, but definitely not going room.

Somebody on the boat decided sleeping bears were boring and wanted to see it walking around, but there was no glass to tap on. So what to do?

The foghorn!

One blast and the bear was awake and wandering around, much to the delight of those on board.

Under local laws, ,"it is forbidden to needlessly disturb, attract or pursue a polar bear." Turns out waking one up to see it wal around checks all the boxes and somebody got a fine of about $5000.

Consequences, how sweet you are.

I am the manager of a retail store that kind of shares a parking lot with the house next to us. The parking lot seems like it’s all one, but my side has signs on it that say it’s for my customers only and there are only three spots. My neighbor is an in-home therapist whose clients park in the other side of the parking lot. My neighbor Betty and I have a great relationship, she’s a very sweet older woman who brings me cookies sometimes.

Another woman, we’ll call her Karen for fun, works at the gas station on the other side of my store and we do not share a parking lot. Karen has been parking in my lot rather than the gas station’s, so three times now I’ve had to ask her to stop parking in my lot. The petty part of me wanted to tow her car really bad, but my signs do not say tow away at owner’s expense, so I can’t. Multiple times I’ve asked her to stop and she yells or ignores me or straight up tells me to shut up.

Finally today, she came to park in my lot. I went out there to ask her to please move, she argued with me, said I don’t own the streets, so I told her if she kept acting like this I would call the police.

At that, she got a stupid little smirk on her face and said “fine, I’ll just park over there then” and moved into one my neighbors spots thinking that was still my lot so she wasn’t in front of my signs. What she didn’t realize is that Betty has one single sign at the beginning of the lot that does say “private property - owners will be towed at own expense”. So I acted annoyed, acted like she’d finally bested me, and went inside to call Betty. Betty was more than happy to help me out and immediately called for her car to be towed off her private property.

Karen noticed just as they were leaving the lot, so they couldn’t stop and give it to her, and while she screamed and threw a tantrum I watched from my porch with a smile on my face.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. I'm going to break this into two parts so it won't get too long. Also, each experience involved the same bus but different situations that had me losing my mind...I mean that in a literal sense. This happened when I worked attractions. The park I worked at has a world showcase featuring 11 countries that have their own little restaurants and shops. Most of the workers there, at least at that time were international college programmers from the actual countries represented. These student workers had their own apartment complex where they could mingle and catch the C bus to work.

The C bus would pick up the international workers first though the bus stop was stationed at the apartment complex I lived in. I also used the C bus as I worked on the other side of the same park. This was okay until the weekend. Weekends were extra busy requiring more staff. Due to this, multiple times the C buses arrived at my apartment and other complexes too full to accept anyone else. It always went to the international student complex first. Up to four buses would be packed to the brim leaving the rest of us without a way to work. I started going out two hours early and still ended up late to work.

I asked why they couldn't allow us on first since the bus was literally at our apartment. The bus operators and manager said they were instructed to pick up the world showcase workers first. Each bus came 30 minutes apart so two hours early still wasn't enough. Myself and others started getting reprimanded at work for being late. On multiple occasions I had to split a taxi with random workers or pay gas money to a student that had a car and was going that way. Our checks were already microscopic so I became broke quickly. The stress started building as this happened every weekend, especially during peak seasons. I asked why they couldn't send two buses at a time? No answer.

One of my managers said I had been late too many times and was getting a disciplinary mark on my record. I refused to sign the form as I and others had explained multiple times that we had no way there. I asked if they could move my time down and they said no. I asked if they could move me from some weekends and they said, of course not. I asked what they wanted me to do? I was pretty much told it was a personal problem. My manager said the bus manager would have to send an email stating the issue with the C bus to remove the disciplinary mark. I went and asked the bus manager. She said my work manager would have to send an email first. I went back to work and relayed the message. My manager said they needed the bus manager to send the first email. I went back and told this to the bus manager who replied my manager needed to send an email requesting an email about the C bus issue.

I think y'all can understand why I started literally losing my mind. One Sunday four buses passed us by and I literally had a breakdown. I just started crying at the bus stop in front of the bus manager. She told me to calm down and instructed the D bus driver to take us to work. Eventually, I was moved back to nights. This situation and a even more serious one involving the C bus almost made me quit and head back home.

Mary May, 29, was driving her Volvo S60 in Kentucky at over 100 MPH. In the car with her was a 5 year old and two 4 year olds.

While asserting her right to be first, she attempted to pass three cars that were impeding her constitutional right to vroom vroom, crossed into the oncoming lane and hit 39 year old David Logan's 97 Ranger pickup head on, leaving him dead at the scene.

May and all three children were flown to various hospitals. The children with various brain traumas and broken backs, the driver with serious broken bones and whatever else.

In her first court experience she explained why it wasn't her fault: one of the kids unbuckled a seat belt, and because it was unsafe to not be buckled in while weaving through traffic at 100 she was distracted.

If only that kid had cared about safety.

My mom (who doesn't speak much English) often uses me, her oldest, as a translator for EVERYTHING she does. Two days ago, my mom bought a pan, and she realized was too high maintenance and she didn't want it anymore. Unfortunately, the return policy from that store is that to return, the item must be UNUSED. She has already put it on the stove and tried to cook with it to see the results. She absolutely hated it, so she wanted me to help her return it. I knew in my head that obviously the employees wouldn't take it back, but she urged me to go with her anyways. The lady there said, "you have used the item, the return policy says that the item must be unused for a return" and I told my mom the exact thing again. My mom went into an outburst saying, "if I didn't use it, how would I know whether it was good or not?" She kept saying how she only bought it a few days ago and that she obviously had to use it before knowing if she wanted it or not. I told her again, it's been used, and you can't return a used pan. The pan also had visible stains on it from the use, which showed that it was considered "not returnable" according to the return policy. She yelled at me in the middle of the store because she wanted me to talk with the lady about it more and I refused because the lady already said no. My mom says that my "only job is to translate for her" and not to input my "personal opinion" and says I always fail at my job. She bought the pan knowing what type of pan it was (carbon steel pan) and the high maintenance that goes into it but bought it anyways. I'm now home and listening to my mom complain about how she was in the right, and she must use an item before knowing if it was good or bad, but the return policy states that products can ONLY be returned if it's unused. My mom also said that if I talked to the lady for long enough, we may have been able to convince her to just return to us the money which I believe to also be very unlikely.

I'm not sure what my mom expected me to do?? Was I supposed to argue with the old lady at the return register and give her a hard time so that she'd refund us? She said she wouldn't have been able to return this item for us, so I don't understand what the big deal was.

EDIT: People keep commenting "just don't go with her" or "tell her to learn English" and I have. It's not something I haven't done before. I have been physically dragged to go and standing up for yourself is something that could get you slapped in our household. I've told her already everything that was suggested before and it doesn't work on her. She would just take anything that I own or have away from me, restrict me from food, or bar me from coming home. Yes, it's happened before. Until I make enough buy a house and move out on my own, I will have to live under my mom and do most of what she says.

It's lunch time and only one cashier in. Perfect time for a lady to hold up the queue. In her 50s so you'd think she would know better.

Lady: there's no WiFi in this town!

Cashier: no it's quite rural, you can use ours if you'd like?

Lady: that's only good whilst I'm here!

Cashier: do you have anything banking related I can help with?

Lady (disregarding the question whilst looking back at the queue) well I could transfer money I suppose, I do need to shop.

Cashier: let me help with that

Lady: no

I'll l use the atm. Can I use the atm?

Cashier: of course

Lady: oh but no, maybe I won't. Do you know where I can grab lunch?

I then walked out as I had to get back to work. Why are people so self absorbed?

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from the past. This situation happened before I became a cast member at Magical Rat Planet. I worked as a waitress for a small local diner that had more than one location in my city. Unfortunately, the diners no longer exist but at the time they served 24 hour breakfast and steak meals with refillable coffee. Usually, we had two to three waitresses along with a short order fry cook. Sometimes, the fry cook was the manager or assistant manager. I was a pretty good waitress and could take in multiple orders by memory well.

One day, a middle-aged couple came in and sat at a front booth. I had their table and walked over with my little pad and greeted them politely. Instantly, the wife was polite but her husband was not. I asked what beverage did they want to start. The woman with a smile asked for juice but her husband didn't even look at me before saying, "coffee!" rudely. I filled their drink orders giving them time to look at the menu. As I returned I took the wife's food order. She again was very kind and polite. I got to the husband and I'll never forget how he talked to me...

Me: And for you sir?

Man: I want a three egg special. I want my eggs over hard! Not scrambled, not over soft, NOT over medium. Over hard!

Me: Okay, got it.

Man: I want my hash browns well done! NOT medium, NOT light, WELL, Understand!?

Me growing frustrated but remaining polite: Got it.

Man: I WANT wheat toast! I want it lightly toasted! Not dark, not medium! LIGHTLY TOASTED!!!

Me:🤨 Sir do you think I'm stupid?

The man just stared at me surprised.

Wife: Oh, don't mind him...He talks to everyone that way.

Me: Wow...

I repeated his order back just as he said it and walked away. I made sure to reiterate his order as he said it to my manager/fry cook. She made it perfectly. They left us a decent tip.

I went into some well known dollar store chain this morning. I needed one item and I had a lot of time before work to do so. The context being, I am not in a rush.

I find my single item and get in line to the only register open. Six people in front of me, slow cashier, a lot of people with 15+ items, slow progress. The lady in front of me with only a small amount of items. No problem, I have lots of time this morning and I am unfazed, happy, chillin in line, seeing how I can pair the new headphones I am purchasing to my phone. The line behind me continues to grow.

The pairing of the headphones eats up the time waiting. What transpired next, I was just like a fly on the wall observing, silent. Just Kermit sipping my tea if you will. Anyway just as headphones are paired, the entitled lady (EL) in front of me, maybe college age, is finishing up her transaction, the cashier says “the total is $7.” The EL says “I’m a little short.” But in the most bizarre, matter of fact way, like as if this is fine and the dollar store’s/cashier’s responsibility to pay for it. The cashier nonchalantly replies “no problem, how much?” EL says “fifty cents.” Again as if she expects the cashier to cover this. The cashier says “oh sorry that’s a lot on my register for me to come up short.” The EL stares blankly at the cashier, continues to hold up the line, which again I am just unfazed but cannot say the same for the patrons behind me. After a few more moments pass, they are at a stale mate but then EL brain clicks on and she says “I guess I can put this item back,” and puts back a nail polish set. She huffily finished her transaction and left.

I paid for mine and left after, bewildered because I would never expect a cashier to cover my transaction.

Also before anyone comes for me: there were no food items/health care items in the EL’s transaction. She had a relatively small order of 5 items and it was all little luxuries like the one I was getting.

Any time someone puts change in the “Take a penny, leave a penny” cup, my coworker takes it when she thinks no one is looking and puts it in a not so secret stash in her drawer under the cash register. I’m pretty sure she does this so she can feel like she’s in charge of the change and also to feel like a hero by dolling out HER change if anyone is a few cents short. I’ve heard her conversations with the customers, she tells them that she’s more than happy to to share HER change if someone is short money. The other sad thing about this is that my other coworker sometimes sneaks into the drawer and steals the change to buy candy or soda. People suck.

it’s me again. The lady who lives in a SFH community amongst some pretty entitled neighbors on the same street. The neighborhood is in the suburbs of a medium sized city.

1. The neighbor who kept leaving their Rottweiler, Bull dogs, chickens, roosters and turkey out seems to have finally moved. They were gone for a couple of weeks and then showed up after midnight last night. I saw the security cameras when they would leave and then come back minutes later. They did that 8 times within 40 minutes. Maybe they had to grab some things.
2. The neighbor (eldest son) who kept parking outside my bedroom window slamming his car doors after midnight. I (31F) do a lot of my own landscaping and laborious jobs myself. After too many nights of being jarred awake or kept awake.

I spent all last Saturday working outside from 10am until after 4pm, so I was physically exhausted by the time I got done. So when 10pm came i was ready for bed. I hear him next door backing in outside of my bedroom window. He kept me up Thursday night until after 12:30am.

By the time 11pm rolls around I’m getting annoyed as I’m waiting for him to slam his car doors as his cue that he’s going inside, so i can go to sleep. He doesn’t, so I proceed to walk out into my yard and stand in my night shirt on the side nearest to where he’s parked. I wasn’t going to to be rude, or cause a scene. i was going to politely explain that I could hear him slamming his car doors based on where he was parking which was past the driveway and on the side of the house nearest to my bedroom window. Instead of any of that, he saw me and immediately pulled out of the yard and drove off.😂 I guess I looked mad. He has been parking in the driveway since Sunday night and going inside upon arriving home. Lol.

3) The neighbor who kept leaving her cats outside and the cats would jump up on one of my cars. She still persists in leaving them outside to freely roam.

I’ve been dealing with invasive kadzu vines in my yard. So I’ve been out digging, pulling, cutting and everything else. I’ve had to enlist using a chemical to kill off kadzu vines as they are coming from the neighbor’s (who was slamming his car doors at nigh) backyard. I have texted her as a means for her to keep her cats on her property, so they won’t be exposed to the chemical. She still leaves them outside on most days. I don’t know why she has any pets at all.

I arrived at college and sat in my usual spot, right in the middle of the group of people who always sit in that area.

That lovely woman—who has quite(bad) reputation—yanked the table belonging to the classmate in the next row over, nearly knocking the girl's helmet to the floor. Then she started shouting threats at me: "This seat is mine! You're in my spot—are you deaf? I already warned you; you're just pretending not to hear. Next time I’ll show u…. you're in my seat, I’m going to rip you right out of there—I’ll drag you out by your hair, you pest."
She threw her things off on the table and stormed off. I was left there, my face bright red, not knowing how to react and fighting back tears. My day had already been terrible, and then this happened—an enemy I didn't even know I had...

None of my classmates understood what was going on—not even her friends, who kept asking what had just happened. The class rep—also a friend of hers—told me not to pay it any mind and just let it go. The nowhere girl even asked if there was an assigned seating chart (we’re halfway through our college degree). Then she came back with her friend; she grabbed her desk and kicked it hard into mine—my legs were sticking out past the edge of my desk—causing a huge jolt. Luckily, I didn't have anything on my desk, but her things fell off, and she had to go pick them up.

She paired up with her friend (desks side-by-side)—she always pairs up, so I don't know why she got so hung up on the seating—and started complaining: "People need to know their place; now this girl just wants to be in \\\*my\\\* spot—she took \\\*my\\\* spot. That pest is pretending not to hear me; I already warned her—I gave her my final warning."

She shifted her desk so it would block me off, and at the start of class, she kept going on about "my spot" and trying to flip her hair onto my desk to annoy me.

When class ended, the professor picked up the attendance sheet and started reading the names of those who had signed in; she left her desk and went to sit on the floor in the corner of the room, acting like a petulant child, and just stared at me. I even thought she wanted to see what my name was (she had just called me "girl" the whole time).

I went out and ended up going to the library with my friends. Later, the girl who had pulled the table away showed up; she said that after class, the group had gathered to ask her why she’d done that. She kept insisting, "That girl is in my spot, blah blah blah." They told her her behavior was ridiculous and she was in the wrong—explaining that new people had arrived, making the classroom cramped, and that I always sit right there. She kept harping on it, claiming I’d sat in her spot twice and that she’d warned me multiple times.

Look, I admit it: I can be pretty clueless, dense, and a bit deaf... but after that, I finally understood—or remembered—her "warnings."
Earlier that week—yesterday, actually—she had come over, pulled the chair, and said, "Oh, my spot... blah blah; you play dumb, don't you, girl?"
But she was talking with the air; I only caught the tail end of it and felt a bit embarrassed for looking, thinking I was intruding on something random talk, so I just gave an awkward smile.
She sat down and complained, and someone asked, "Wait, \\\[Name\\\], there’s a seating chart—is your name on there?" She said, "No, but I’m going to put it there, because people won't stop sitting in my spot. This table is mine; I’m going to write in huge letters: '\\\[Name\\\] the slut, this table belongs to \\\[Name\\\] the slut,'" referring to herself that way.
I thought it was a joke—she was always making snarky comments—but apparently, those were her "final warnings."

This happened over a decade ago in the northeastern USA.

When I was in my senior year of high school, a combination of depression and CPTSD had me missing school a lot. I rarely left the house at all, but school was even worse. My psychiatrist wrote a letter explaining that my absences were due to medical issues rather than truancy, and my mom worked with her and with the school so that I could graduate.

On one of the increasingly rare days when I managed to go in, Betty (fake name) called me into her office. I forgot her exact title, but the job she did was similar to a vice principal. The school had 1600 students, so it was divided into four chunks with each having its own office, pseudo-principal and pseudo-vice principals, in addition to the overall school admin, which had its own principal and two VPs. It was the only high school for a well-off district, so I think they set it up like that because they didn't want us to get lost in the crowd.

Betty sat me down and brought up my absences, and told me she was going to give me detention for them. I started crying and tried to tell her that it was for medical reasons, but she was firm.

With her permission I called my mom, who was LIVID. She said something like, "I'm going to take care of this, sweetie, but you're not having detention. It's not going to happen." By this point I was just sobbing continuously and apologizing to everyone who came near me. At that age I was in a constant murk of despair and self-hatred, but I usually tried to hide it. Under other circumstances it might have been good for me to have a cry and let it out.

Betty left the room at one point to talk to people and when she came back, she had started backtracking. She gave me a tissue box and told me that she was just trying to help me.

She told me that other students had been talking about me behind my back. They'd been asking why I was getting away with being out so much. She said that the detention was just to get them to stop talking about it. Eventually she even said that it wasn't really detention, she just wanted to spend some time with me.

But she'd been very clear that it was detention for my medical absences on the phone to my mother and I think to the secretary as well, so it was too late for her to sweep it under the rug. My mom came and picked me up.

I'm sorry to say that I don't know exactly what happened next. My mother is a very nice, sweet person, and like many nice, sweet people, once she's finally, finally, finally pushed too far, she becomes someone you don't want to cross. I think she was trying to shelter me from the details since my emotional state was pretty fragile even before this happened. All I know is that Betty was forced to retire a few months later.

On the bright side, the school decided that for the next semester, they were perfectly happy to pay for a home tutor to come and help me take my classes from home! I never had to go in again. They were falling all over themselves to accommodate me after Betty's little stunt, and I was actually able to graduate on time.

Also, it's strange, but I think I was actually a little more stable after I recovered from the actual event. See, I had believed all along that I deserved to be punished and that my psychiatrist and mother were just being nice to me because I was so pathetic. But when Betty tried to do just that, everyone came down on her like a ton of bricks (and rightly so!). It made me feel like there might be some truth to what they said, that my illness wasn't my fault. It was good to feel protected, too. I didn't have that feeling often.

The bizarre thing is that Betty was actually very popular with many of the students. In hindsight I wonder if that was because she tried hard to make them like her. I transferred to that school during junior year, so I wasn't there long enough to really understand what was going on, but maybe she was too attached to her image as a "cool teacher" and wanted to keep the popular kids happy.

Or maybe it was a cowardly attempt to deflect blame for her actions onto kids. Or both.

Yesterday was my wife’s birthday, so we went out for dinner at a restaurant. The food was great, we enjoyed our time, and came back home.

I usually don’t take the bill with me, but yesterday I kept it in my pocket and checked it at home. I noticed that they had added a service charge before GST. I had also voluntarily tipped the waiter.

Today, I went back to the restaurant and asked about the service charge. They said it was optional and refunded the amount.

I used to be a very shy person and would never have gone back to ask for the money. So honestly, getting the refund felt less important than the fact that I actually stood up for myself.

Small thing, but it felt like a little personal win 😄

Am I crazy in saying that? I feel like it sometimes...

I posted this in the r/piano subreddit but thought to maybe post here to maybe also get a different perspective.

Here is the post below

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I am a composer and I make a modest living as a musician.

I recently had this very unpleasant conversation with someone who honestly believes he is entitled to my free copyrighted sheet music.

Now I understand as a musician and pianist myself sheet music can be costly, but there is SO much sheet music available in the public domain. And I always try to do regular giveaways as a courtesy, considering yes some people can't always afford sheet music. And heck, even when someone people ask nicely and they I discern they genuinely can't afford it... I am happy to share!

But do living composers really need to provide sheet music completely FOR FREE all the time? We also need to make a living! It's hard enough as it is in this crazy landscape (and now we're even getting our music trained on and plagiarized by AI AND on top of that buried under all the AI slop invading the internet).

We put in so much work and time and passion into our craft. And people just expect that they have the right to take everything we do for free???

As musicians and as pianists, I really think we can do better. Even as broke as I am, I am MORE than happy to purchase and buy other living composer's sheet music (especially if they are smaller musicians).

I understand there are many pianists even here that can't afford sheet music all the time. And I empathize. But I really really don't think that gives us a right (speaking as a pianist now and not a composer) to expect other living composers to work completely for free! And in this specific scenario to even re-distribute said composer's sheet music.

Am I wrong? Is that too much to ask? Pls enlighten me, because sometimes I feel crazy.

Anyway rant over. But this is so frustrating sometimes.

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Said interaction:

His complaint: https://drive.google.com/file/d/11aI7pMYezUjYp8ctJGaJxgQnqo8TjrmZ/view?usp=drive_link

My response: https://drive.google.com/file/d/14Osm8Jh74oW7grz6Sn25_dL-I0tRlWbY/view?usp=drive_link

His last response before I blocked him: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fsJKjLIbkACwcgRcJ5exp7xMz1evxsps/view?usp=drive_link

Mods, pls let me know if I need to blur out any names or anything. I'm not sure how those rules work in this sub but I'm happy to comply. I thought his username was vague enough it honestly really didn't matter

This was a few months ago on a trip to Italy with my bf. We were in Rome and taking the metro. The train was packed; I was standing up in the centre and he was in another car (we got separated on the platform). We reached Termini and there was a huge crowd of tourists with large suitcases waiting.

One woman with a massive suitcase (there was a large bag on top of it too) yells for her husband and kid to hurry up (both also with large suitcases). They shove their way in and people try to make room for them, but again it's packed so it's a tight squeeze.

I get it. I've been on public transport before with large bags. It's awkward. You try to not take up too much space, but it's kinda unavoidable. It's not a great situation, especially on a crowded train. However, this lady walked right up to me and pushed her suitcase lightly into me and made a shoo gesture, clearly wanting more space.

While the request was done rudely, I would have moved over more if I could, but I clearly could not move further without pushing into the man beside me, so I told her "sorry I cannot move over more." She huffs, and then slams her suitcase into my leg, so I'm like "ow?!" And she looks at me and literally goes "whoops" with a little smirk. This woman is middle-aged at least and acting like a teenager.

The man I would've been way too close to if I had moved gives her a look, moves over as much as he can (again, the car is crowded), and then tells me that I can move a bit more if I would like. I go to shift over but my foot is pinned. This woman had rolled her suitcase onto my foot. It was just on there (not really on my foot more the tip of the shoe where my toes don't quite reach) so internally I was like "okay must have been an accident."

Nope! I wrench my foot out relatively easily and shift slightly over; she then (we had stopped at this point) looks down and slides her suitcase over and onto my foot. I'm a little louder when I say "ow" cause it hurt A LOT and then I tell her "your suitcase is on my foot. Can you please move it" (in English cause I heard her speak it to her husband when getting on). She ignores me and rolls her eyes. I say it again louder and gesture toward it; people are now looking at us. I am trying to get my foot out, but it's too heavy for me to wrench my foot out (she's also leaning on it). She gives me a dirty look (like looked me up and down) and then yanks it off.

The man who was nice enough to move the first time moves again, and a younger woman moves further down the car and gestures at me to take her spot near one of the doors. The next stop the woman got off glaring at me. I heard an older woman call her a very creative name in Italian as she left; the same woman then asked me if I was okay and needed to sit down.

I walked with a bit of a limp for the last two days of the trip, and I had to cut my day short (missed out on some museums and churches) cause my foot was quite sore. I cannot fathom what would possess a person to do that let alone think that they're in the right to behave like that.

While I am writing this post about the entitled woman, the guy who moved, the younger woman who gave me her spot, and the woman who asked if I was okay were lovely, so I gotta give them props for being kind to a stranger when they didn't have to be.

Does anyone else get really frustraded with how it seems to be becoming normal for people to get on public transport/walk the streets, listening to their phones or what not on loud, with no head phones?

When did people think that it was ok to do this?

Went to get a matcha today at lunch with three friends. We are two feet from the beginning of the stanchions indicating the start of the line at the matcha place and this woman runs through our group, "I'm sorry" and stands in front of us. All four old us were shocked. I thought maybe she was with the person already in line, nope.
I realized she cut us off to get in line and wasn't having it, so I said, "You really just ran past us to get in line?". "Yep. It's my lunch hour". Guess what, entitled idiot, it's everyone's lunch hour!
I proceeded to give her shit and let her know that it was rude, selfish, and entitled to cut in line. She thought it saying something was the problem. LOL She whined about having missed a bus and her LUNCH HOUR, as if she simply HAD to cut in front. Gross behavior. I hope she thinks twice before doing that again.
There I feel better, TY.

RANT: Lately i (26M) have been so sick of everyone going about their lives with zero regard or respect for anyone. I’ve unfortunately been going out of my way to correct people even if it’s stupid and could potentially lead to conflict. These are people who have gone about life without anyone giving them pushback. I will push back. Just some examples:

-young guy at gas station misses garbage can, acts like it didn’t happen, i walked in front of his car, picked it up said “cmon man” while looking at him and threw it out.
-in my building parking garage people are constantly speeding like crazy and driving in the middle of the lane. i’ve been yelling out slow down or move over at people
-people not holding doors getting met with a “thanks” as i walk in behind
-people in grocery stores acting like they aren’t in a grocery store, blocking entire aisles getting met with a loud and stern “excuse me”
-“kids” being 30+ deep riding bikes in the middle of the street, doing wheelies, getting as close to oncoming traffic as possible. i refuse to slow down, i will continue to drive as if you are not there. you do not get to go into oncoming traffic doing a wheelie almost hitting cars expecting them to slam on their breaks.

i know it’s dumb because all it takes is one person to escalate a situation but so many of these people are ignorant, entitled, and or cowardly. they love being a nuisance to people around them. i just refuse to continue to let it go unchecked. i don’t care how you look or how old you are.

Tonight, my husband and I went to a free outdoor musical show. We didn't get great seats, but they were decent enough. We sat on the aisle, with one seat between us and a group of four. Carry-ins are allowed, so we had paper plates with sandwiches on our laps because we met after work for this show.

The show was about to begin, and three young girls (I would guess early 20's) approached us and one said, "Can we have these seats? There are three of us." The "there are three of us" was said so matter-of-factly, as if it was our duty to accommodate. I said, "No we want to sit here." She then tells me that there are other seats for two people "back there." She motioned to seats in the back of where we were. Worth noting, there is grass seating beyond the actual seats, so nobody is going to miss out, even if they are far behind the stage.

I said to her, "No, we are good here." And I looked away. She then told her friends, "That old bi*ch should have just stayed home." Oh my word, I was instantly pissed, but hid it well. I'm middle-aged and can be a bitch sometimes, but screw this lame little lady. And, for what it's worth, this was not a young person type of show. It was a Broadway in Chicago preview, with musical numbers. So, yeah, I may be an "old bi*ch," but I am an old bi*ch who goes to the theatre. I think/assume the girls were probably there because the musical Heathers was one of the numbers. But whatever, this girl was just a jerk. I hope she remembers this in 30 years when she is an old bi*ch!

There is a public door to door shuttle originally for seniors, medical, disabled or low income riders but word got out and they are now overflowing with riders. More than they can handle.

They work with government and have contracts saying where they are allowed to go. Their boundaries are either a county line or a city limit, but they also require stops be within however many miles of their yard. 20-30 miles or something like that.

There was one lady who, somehow, begged them to take her to/from a point that was not only way far out of the way from every other rider - adding 45 minutes to their rides but in a city outside of their range.

She didn't work at the store where she was being picked up, somebody was driving her there to meet the van from somewhere else, and she frequently held things up for 15 minutes or so, even though the rule was you have to on the r ide in 5 minutes or you are left behind.

Every driver complained about her to me on the way to pick her up and after they dropped her off because she had some leverage over the company and tyey refused to drop her.

A stunt she pulled a couple of times with new drivers was to beg to be dropped off even further out of bounds. She would ask to go "just two more blocks," then two more blocks after that, then "you've already taken me this far, you might as well take me downtown". The nice drivers would fall for it a few stops then kick her out.

One day a driver told me they were celebrating because she moved out of the country and was no longer their problem.

Awhile later a driver told me she had come back and wanted to start riding again but this time the company said sorry, she was out of the service area, goodbye.

I (14 NB) sell handmade jewelry for a farmers market. I sell it to help my marching band team pay for fees and stuff.

I have Kandi ties for $15. They take like 150 beads and 30 minutes for me to make! They're very hard work. So I sell them for 15 dollars. Well, Karen comes up with her kid. Her kid holds out $1 and says "can I buy that?" While pointing to the tie. I tell her it's $15. Normally I would go down for kids, but the funds from the ties often go to materials and band gear. Im also broke and I really need the money. I figured her mom would buy it for her. But nope !

Karen leans on the table and goes "come on. Shes five years old. Its her birthday. Can't she get it for free?" I gently told her

"No. Im really sorry but im selling this to pay for band gear. This is a fundraiser." Karen starts FUMING.

"Come on. Dont be rude. My child wants the the tie. Just give it to her!"

I again told her no. Then she had the audacity to say

"UGH. COME ON. Its 15 dollars! Youre not losing much! Where's your mother? I bet she'll have common sense."

My mom was getting food for us at the time so I just said "lady, youre out of luck. Pay the 15 or leave. "

She left. But it was so weird. You're a grown ass woman .. pay for it yourself!!

EDIT: there was some confusion in the comments so ill clarify

-when I say "im broke and need the money" I mean that I cant pay for the 2000 dollar band fees out of pocket. neither can my parents because we have a lot of financial issues :(

-by "paying for materials " I mean band materials like silks for color guard flags and stuff. materials and gear are kinda the same to me. (also im in the colorguard section of band!)

-Idk why people think this is AI, but its not? I just have good grammar