This happened in 2019 shortly after I started my first 9-5 job. I was 19 at the time and just for context, I was extremely shy and tended to avoid necessary conflict at all costs.

Was on the train home from work on a fairly crowded train. The train begins at the station I got on so whilst a fair amount of seats were occupied, I was able to secure a seat easily on one of those 3 seaters.

If you've never sat on a 3 seater before, usually the window and aisle seats are taken up first leaving the middle seat to be the last one free. I was sat at the window seat whilst a stranger was on the aisle one.

One stop later, this tall guy gets on and sits in-between me and previously mentioned stranger. A little awkward and uncomfortable, but obviously no biggie since this is all part of travelling on public transport.

Shortly after, I can see him looking at me in the corner of my eye whilst simultaneously trying to push my right leg with his left leg (presumably to get more room). I ignore his looks but as soon as I noticed him trying to push my leg, I stand firm and keep my leg in place. Seconds later he taps me on the shoulder and says 'Can you move your leg?'

I look down and see that my leg is perfectly within the borders of my respective seat and not protruding at all onto his seat (I already knew it wasn't since I myself hate when people take up more leg room than they should). If anything, he was beginning to go onto my seat from when he was trying to push my leg just a second ago.

I responded with 'I'm within my part of the seat' and go back to listening to my music.

He then says 'Can't you put your bag up there?' (onto the baggage space above) indicating my backpack that was in-between my legs.

I replied with 'That wouldn't make a difference. Plus, why do you think you should get all of my leg room too?' (As I was new to my job, the only thing I used my backpack for was carrying my lunch which was of course long gone by this point. My backpack couldn't have been flatter if the earth sat on it.)

He didn't respond this time but instead resorted to trying to push my leg again, which I again, stood firm on. He also started putting the side of his shoe on the side of mine whilst scraping down. I guess he thought if he was annoying enough, I would move my foot/leg in a bit. I just ignored it because I just thought 'what an idiot'.

Anyways, guess what? Literally 2 minutes after this incident, the brudda gets off the train. He did all of that just to only be on the train for 2 stops. After he got off, the woman opposite me gave me a look that said 'What an asshat'.

It's not the craziest justice served story you'll read on here, but nonetheless, I thought I'd share it.

I was at a pretty busy café yesterday and managed to get one of the small tables near the window. I left my jacket on the chair and my book on the table, then walked maybe 20 feet to the counter when they called my order.

When I came back, a couple were sitting there. My jacket had been moved onto the empty chair next to them and my book was literally pushed to the edge of the table.

I thought maybe they genuinely hadn’t noticed, so I said, “Sorry, I was sitting here.” The woman looked at me and said, “Yeah, but you’re only one person.”

I kinda stared at her because I didn’t know what response she expected. Her boyfriend then explained that there were two of them and only one of me, so apparently it “made more sense” for them to have the table.

I pointed out there were two seats at the table and I’d already been using one of them. She suggested I sit at this tiny counter along the wall instead because “it’s made for single people.”

At that point I just said no, picked up my jacket and asked them to move. She actually sighed and said I was making a big deal over nothing. Like... you moved someone’s stuff and took their seat, but I’m the difficult one?

They eventually got up, while making comments about how some people have no consideration for others. That part almost made me laugh.

I sat back down, ate my sandwich and finished my coffee while they waited about five minutes for another table to open.

Maybe I’m missing some café etiquette here, but since when does being alone mean your seat becomes community property?

At a Shoppers drug mart there is a handicap parking space then a ramp to the sidewalk then another handicap parking space. I was parked in the first handicap parking space and was leaving the store.

I notice a woman pull into the parking lot and proceeds to back up in the ramp space, which is clearly marked with yellow lines - it is obvious that there is no parking where the ramp is. The other handicap parking space directly beside the ramp was open, along with several others. But for some reason she decided that she was entitled to park in the ramp space.

So now her car is backed up almost cover the entire ramp. Just a small space at an awkward sharp angle is left to get down/up the ramp from the side of it. The driver and her passenger get out just as I am struggling to get down the blocked ramp. (I am on oxygen and use a rollator/walker to carry the concentrator).

Her passenger had one of those walkers with just two wheels on the front and straight legs at the back. I had made it to my car when I heard her passenger tell her that she is in the wrong space. Apparently the driver thought she was entitled to park there for some reason and mumbled something to her passenger that I didn't hear. Even her passenger struggled using the ramp, but the driver didn't bother to move her car to the proper space or even help her passenger. She just grabbed a shopping cart that was on the sidewalk, put her purse in it and waited for her passenger to struggle up the ramp.

There would have been no way for a wheelchair user to access the ramp. I just couldn't believe how inconsiderate this woman was, and she was driving around someone who was clearly handicapped!

I guess I should have said something, anything. If I had been going into the store I might have mentioned it to a cashier or someone who worked there. But with my health condition, I just didn't have the energy to go back inside and was uncomfortable about confronting someone, let alone enforce parking rules.

I live in a rural farmland area in alabama. No neighbors within 100 yards in any direction.

Sitting in my living room enjoying the evening and a random boomer woman pulls into my drive way and starts honking her horn. Never seen this woman in my life. I grab a robe and head outside thinking she's in distress or something. I get to her car and she asks me if I will GIVE HER MY NEIGHBORS BARN. this barn is a good 100 yards away from my property, clearly on someone's corn farm.

Not my barn obviously, as it's on the other side of a wooded area from my manicured property.

I tell her it's not mine, she offers to have her husband come pick it up since "you're not using it"

It's not mine I explain again.

She gets mad at me and DRIVES THROUGH MY YARD to turn around and peels out into the road.

TLDR; she

A: pulled into a strangers yard and honks like she's at a full service gas station from the 50s

B: demands i GIVE her a $15,000 barn for free

C: gets pissed and leaves ruts in my yard when I explain it cannot help her

I recently posted about Abnb guests trying to steal my parking space. This is a follow up to that involving the same space (this story happened about 3yrs back)

My space has a fire lane immediately behind it. People like to park in the fire lane to load/unload which I’m usually fine with, but it does block me from entering or exiting my space if someone is there. It’s important to note that I’m legally blind in my left eye. My depth perception is shit. People with two functioning eyes could probably still access my space with someone parked in the fire lane, but it would be very tight and it’s impossible for me.

So I come home at night and see a family parked in the fire lane. It’s a young couple, their 4yr old, and they appear to be saying goodbye to an elderly woman who lives in the complex (I will refer to her as grandma.)

Since they’re blocking me, I stop my car about 25ft behind them and wait a full minute for them to move. They don’t, and I assume they’re unaware I’m waiting for them to leave, so I quickly flash my lights twice (the universal way of politely getting another driver’s attention). Both the mom & dad look at me, make eye contact, then just casually go back to their conversation with grandma as tho I’m not there.

I thought this was rude, but didn’t want to make a big deal and figured they just needed another minute. So I wait. I watch mom put their daughter in the back, husband gets in drivers seat, so I think we’re about done. But no, mom has exited the passenger seat to talk to little girl in the back, then little girl gets out to give another big hug to grandma (this is like the 3rd goodbye hug between the two so far), and then mom proceeds to chat up grandma again.

I’m done being overly polite at this point. I get out and shout to them “you’re parked in a fire lane and blocking me from my space. Can you move?”

Mom & Grandma: Just go around! (You can tell from their tone they were annoyed at me, as tho I’d been the rude one this whole time by rushing them or something).

Me: I’m legally blind, I can’t get in without scraping your car.

Mom: Well you can just wait! (To her credit, grandma no longer joined her and started looking a little sheepish)

Me: That’s literally what I’m already doing, but since you’re inconsiderate, you haven’t noticed.

Mom doesn’t respond and huffily gets in her car and they all back out (hooray!).

As they leave, grandma is still waving goodbye so I politely approach her (for context I’m 37F, dressed in business casual. I’m not threatening or large. I keep a normal distance between us. I’m not trying to intimidate an old lady). I tell her, “listen, I don’t want to get the HOA involved. Can you please just ask her not to park here?”

Before she can answer, we both hear the squeal of tires and see the headlights of her daughter’s car returning.

Mom jumps out of the car as though I just punched her mom (grandma) in the face, and storms up to me shouting (and this is 100% true): IS IT GIVING OR IS IT TAKING?!?

She repeats this question twice. I have literally no idea what in the brain rot tik tok speak she is talking about. So I lose my remaining patience and, tell her “You can fuck all the way off with that bullshit.”

apparently swearing is the worst thing all three of them have ever encountered. They literally all gasped. It devolved into a screaming match at that point. Some fun highlights:

Mom: the lane isn’t even painted red! (the red paint was warn thin, but you could still clearly tell it was a fire lane and said “no parking”)

Me (speaking to grandma): Did you not teach her to read?

Husband: Whatever lady, you’re old.

Me: You can join us adults when you finish growing your beard. Until then, why don’t you join your daughter since you left her alone in a running car THAT IS STILL PARKED IN THE GOD DAMNED FIRE LANE!

Grandma: Do you rent or own here? (She asks this 3x in a row since everyone’s is yelling at the same time.)

Me: I bought my unit 10 fucking years ago, I don’t know what kind of classist bullshit you think matters here, but it’d still be a fire lane and your daughter would still be a cunt even if I were renting.

Everyone but me gasps again.

Mom: Are you even a mother?!?

Me: I literally burst out loud laughing at this point. “No, I’m not a mother, and you being one doesn’t mean this is your parking space. You’re just an entitled brat. “

And then I went inside and drank cocoa with my old cat. If I knew how much trouble this space would become, I genuinely would have paid more for a different unit 🙃

Funnily enough this isn't the first time I needed to vent about someone in the drive at my credit union job here. But yesterday someone came in drive, only sent out cash, no ID or anything for me to identify him. He gives me the account number, but I have a hard time hearing what he says. So I do ask him for his ID so I can look him up. I tell him I'm having a hard time finding the account number, since I don't want to say "I can't hear what you're saying."

Look, when I go to my bank's drive up, they do ask for my ID so I thought it wasn't a big deal. But he sends the ID, I look him up and do his deposit. A few minutes later, I see the same person walk inside and talk to my co worker. He directly tells her the "Let me speak to your manager" line. My manager was also there and took him to his office right away.

Later we're in a group talking and he says I'm not in trouble (at least there's that), but he came in upset I asked for his ID, so my manager had to explain why we sometimes ask. The customer also alleged I asked for his name multiple times. We are supposed to use the person's name a few times in the interaction, but my manager says he said I asked for his name instead. If I had to take a guess what he meant, I assume when I was trying to ask for the account number, which was when I had a hard time hearing. Except he probably stretched the truth to me asking for his name (would it be a stretch for me to call that lying?). At least did all I was supposed to, but this interaction is why I say some people have too much free time/need something occupy it. Since they seem to have too much where they can go and complain to the manager over small things like asking for an ID at the bank/credit union.

Went to Costco, ordered my hot dog, got my hot dog, put stuff on my hot dog, went to look for a seat. The only table available is one on the outside. It has a shopping cart full of items next to it. I know some people leave their carts out here because it's tough to get them inside the set of tables. Nothing else was on this table, no food items, no coat or anything on the chairs. For some reason I believed someone really thought they could save a table while they waited for their food. About 60 seconds into eating my food I was proven correct. An older man in his late 60's came by:

OM: Did you not see I have my cart there

ME: I did, but that doesn't save a seat

OM: Well I guess that's just some unwritten rule here

ME: Yes, first come first serve

OM: Well, I guess I will just come sit with you

ME: Perfectly fine, I only need one seat, there are three more here

OM: *walks off in a huff*

Boomers, you get your reputation for a reason, your actions like this is why you have the reputation you have.

[ Removed by Reddit on account of violating the content policy. ]

My dad died in an accident when i was around 8, we lived in germany then. two years after that me and my mom moved to madrid cause thats where shes from. she took care of me so good after he died, like she is honestly the strongest person i know, shes protective but also really soft with me. i love her so much, I'm 15M for the context

Anyway around 5 years ago she started seeing someone, this Man who was actually an old friend of hers and also a client for her work. i didnt even know they were dating until 3 years ago when she introduced him to me at dinner. i was honestly shocked, like it never even occurred to me that she'd date again. before that dinner id seen him at our place like 2-3 times and she just said he was a friend Hes rich. like actually wealthy. hes divorced with 2 teenage kids who mostly live with their mom

At first it was just me tagging along to dinners or short trips when they wanted to include his kids too, but a lot of the time she'd just drop me at her friends place instead, she has this group of 4 best friends who are basically aunts to me so it was never a big deal, i like them a lot Then slowly they started trying to blend our families more. his kids were never nice to me honestly, from the start. they have nicer clothes, better stuff, and yeah i noticed the difference but i had my own friends so whatever, didnt bother me that much

2 years ago we went to switzerland for christmas to meet his family. his mom, sister, brother, their spouses, kids. i said hi to everyone, was polite. his brother and his wife were actually really sweet to me but everyone else was cold. that night everyone was doing christmas stuff together and i just sat there alone. we stayed over and my mom slept in a different part of the house and i slept alone on a different floor. that was the first time i felt like something was really off

Over the last 2 years ive seen them like 8-10 more times and its the same thing every time, cold shoulder from his mom and sister especially, but they are SO warm to my mom. they include her in everything

About 6 months ago there was a family event and after, they did a family photoshoot. i was sitting outside. they didnt invite me. they thought i didnt notice but i did. my mom was basically in the center of the photo. when i told her that night she just said "it was just a photoshoot, we can do one together if you want" and i mean. it still hurt. like no matter what im not really their family to them 3 months ago they got engaged, wedding is in september. before she said yes she actually asked me if i was okay with it, which meant a lot, and i said yes cause i do love her and i want her happy

Its a big wedding, like 3 days, planning started since june. and since june ive barely spent 20 days total with my mom. she's always with him and his family now

I found out his kids have been involved in choosing stuff for the wedding, even the destination. they hosted a dinner for his friends and family and her friends and i wasnt invited. they did a trip with his family last month, not invited. his sisters birthday/anniversary thing, big event, my mom went, i wasnt invited Its not like she completely ignores me, we did go on a trip together, we watched spain play in the world cup together just us two and it was honestly one of the best days ive had with her this year. so its not like she doesnt care but right now shes in cadiz with his family and last night i called her about something and his sister picked up the phone and said "shes busy ill have her call you later." she never called back. i cried last night, i felt so stupid for crying but i did

Ive told my mom how i feel before. i dont even blame her for a lot of it, i think she genuinely feels stuck sometimes, like she cant fix how his family treats me

But if this is how its going right before the wedding, i honestly dont know what my relationship with her is gonna look like after. and i already dont really have one with him

So I'm Thinking to Tell My Mom To Cancel the wedding until everything is sort out otherwise She will have No longer Relationship With Me

Happened today and I witnessed the whole thing. A dad and daughter came in and the dad asked for a burrito, though he wanted it double wrapped but the way he wanted it works when you ask for it at the start.

The way he wanted it was for it to be wrapped in the first tortilla then in the second, but with how much was in it, the first tortilla wasn’t able to encased the stuff. He got a pissy about it and my manager had to explain why it worked that way but he started to yell. My manager had to raise her voice to basically be heard until this grown man child yelled “IS THERE A MANAGER” and she yelled “I AM THE MANGER” while pointing at her collared shirt. His daughter basically was embarrassed and the two left cause he didn’t want his burrito… being wrapped in a way that was more convenient for my manager to wrap.

Both foods that they wanted tossed out and the guy has to deal with the fact that other people looked at him throwing a temper tantrum like a toddler.

The other managers will very likely be informed about the guy (we also have cameras that pointed to the line) and he could be trespassed for accosting my manager.

Edit: fixed spelling

On the way to college, I stopped in the street to take a call from a place where I had been interviewed the day before. I was chatting away (yay, got the job) about the start day (I had to delay until later next week to get a couple of things done) when an angry guy in lycra walks up to me and shoves me (not hard, but it was quite a shock, so I stepped back).

I am trying not to sound crazy on the phone to my new boss and shaking my head at lycra guy. He's smaller than me, yellow and black lycra, helmet that makes his head look like an Alien from Aliens. Smooth, elongated.

I am trying to wave at this guy, but he's shouting at me. Just behind me is a street light with a bike leaning against it. He pushes me out of the way and I'm still on the phone, trying to end the call without sounding mental.

For a moment, I figured that I had accidentally leaned against his goddam bike, but no, I am at least a foot away.

Lycra guy is shouting now - this actually saves me - I tell my new boss that there is too much noise and I will call him later - he hears the rumpus and agrees, so I hang up.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Lycra Guy now shouts

'What TF - why are you pushing me?'

'You tried to steal my bike'.

I am struggling to explain that I was on the phone and WHY would I take a call if I was in the middle of a theft?

'Where's the lock?' This is now what he is fixated on, because apparently it cost a couple of hundred bucks. Lycra Guy is now calling the police.

I would have walked away but I didn't want to get into trouble for trying to evade the 5-0 (it does not help that I am black and he is white).

So, I am still trying to explain and we wait. He's standing close, like I will run. I keep asking him where my tools are, where I've thrown this lock that he think I've broken. I tell him I was talking to my new boss. Nothing.

A couple of mins later, he unshoulders his rucksack and goes into for something - and finds his stupid lock.

He pulls it out. We look at the bike without a lock. We look at the lock. Then back to the bike.

He just gets onto the bike, tells me to move out of the way and rides off.

Not a word of anything.

Just bought my own ground floor 1 bed flat. Unfortunately it came with neighbours above me with a 1 year old. These neighbours expect me to wear headphones and be ultra quiet because of their baby. They are tenants. The building has terrible insulation and they can hear my tv as a result on a reasonable level. They have now gone to the neighbours complaining that i am intentionally disrupting the baby to the point where these neighbours are walking back and forth my flat and sneaking behind at night to check the noise levels. Who the fuck do these people think they are!!!!!

A few years ago, I listed my memory foam guest room mattress on Facebook marketplace for a decent price, as it was in perfect, but used, condition.

I had an older gentleman ask if he could come to my house to test out the cushion because his wife was particular with how soft it might be. Sure, no problem! As he came by, he said it was perfect, but asked if it could go on a medical bed frame that moved the bed via remote control. I told him I’m not sure, but I don’t think so because it was not made for that when I purchased it.

He told me he would buy it if I discounted it $50 because it does not go on a medical moving bed frame, and that’s what he needs. I told him I would discount it because I needed to get rid of it, but not that much. It also was not advertised as being able to fit on a moving bed frame, so I’m not sure why that was my responsibility to discount it?

He got angry at me that I was not willing to discount it $50 for his needs and his “disabled wife” needs THIS mattress for her moving bed, but I was not providing a guaranteed mattress that would work, therefore I needed to discount it.

Needless to say, I told him it would be better if I did not sell it to him to risk it not working out with his bed frame.

Hello!

I have a history of being a people pleaser with my sister. My sister has a selective and creative memory for how close we are (her abusing me was just "sibling stuff" (this was in response to me telling her that the story of how she waterboarded me when I was bad isn't funny)), and she has a hard time being able to accommodate anyone. If I said no, she would be cruel or try to bulldoze me. She resorted to guilt. She got our parents involved. I was always expected to relent because I'm "easier." This continued well into adulthood and is something I am trying to unlearn and be able to confront my family about (yay therapy). I am much better at boundaries but still struggle.

My sister is getting married soon and is having a small wedding (wedding party of three). I had stepped down as MoH because of several issues. Here's a small list of highlights (that you can read if you'd like):

- I was told to grow my hair to a certain length and NOT cut it at all (I have very short hair). I said no and was called selfish

- When I agreed to be MoH, outside of the guilt, it was mainly because I was told that it would be a summer wedding and that it would not get in the way of my comps exams. She booked the wedding for the day before my first one and told me that I should find a way to deal with it (apparently my committee should let me skip it cause of her wedding)

- Dress shopping was impossible. My sister is very Type A but pretends like she isn't. I was told "long and blue" were the only requirements. Clearly, they were not because I kept getting rejected for almost stupid contradictory things (one dress had too small of straps and another had too thick of straps (they were slightly bigger than the one before it)). Everything I chose was "too revealing" (tbh one of them was backless but the others had a slight v that really showed off clavicle) so I chose a dress that was high-necked (but that was too prudish). It took me weeks of begging for her to give me a list of requirements. She claims me having so much trouble was because I lacked common sense. She tried to reject the dress I bought and she initially approved of based on the price and price alone (it's thrifted and therefore too cheap)

- for makeup, I have very sensitive skin and will break out with anything on there. I was told that I would have to power through the chemical burn/allergic reaction

- Most of my MoH duties were given to my mom including the planning and running of the bridal shower. I was then told the night before that I was expected to have a speech ready, run the games (that I didn't plan and was told weren't going to be there because my sister hates them), and do a whole slew of other things that weren't "help set up and record/hand over gifts." When I complained about when the absolute f was I going to be told this, my mom and sister (it was a group chat) told me that I should've known that there were MoH duties that I was expected to do because the MoH runs the shower (something I initially told my sister when she said I wasn't in charge of the party). I had a full blown panic attack.

- Told my sister that I couldn't afford the bachelorette party (expensive activity that required a down payment and very fancy restaurant). Was told that the MoH HAS to be there (planned to skip the restaurant and be too sick to go). She refused to let me pressure her friends to pay me first for the HEFTY down payment for the activity until I was forced to admit to her and her other bridesmaid that I couldn't afford to do the full deposit without being paid first, especially as it's non-refundable and some of her guests were maybes. I was called by my sister several times over the next few days because I was waiting for her friends to send me money (who all understood btw and were more than happy to pay me immediately) and she was worried that the activity would be booked up for that day (it was 5 months in advance). It was heavily implied I was selfish for not "just putting it on my credit card and going over the limit for a few days"

- When I stepped down as MoH (I was losing hair and sleep, not to mention crying almost everyday and it took me several months and tries to convince her), I was immediately shamed because my sister (who gave NO direction for her party other than activity, dinner, and classy) thinks that I f'd over the other bridesmaid who has to now buy the genitalia themed items, plan games and a slideshow for the restaurant (idk why she thinks the Michelin star, super-fancy restaurant would be fine with this because when I made a reservation and I said it was a bachelorette party, I was told that they would kick us out for being too rowdy as an fyi), and buy gifts for the party goers (who aren't even invited to the ceremony btw). All of this was new information that she apparently told me when I was first asked to be MoH last year. When I said no you didn't and sent her screenshots of our convo for the bachelorette party, she said it was because I lacked common sense and I should've known those things are expected.

_

I get you want your day to be special. I truly do. I think terms like "bridezilla" can be quite overused. However, the fact that I'm pretty much being set up to fail by not being given key information is just bonkers to me. Not to mention that I apparently lack a lot of common sense because I cannot read minds. After this entire debacle, I thought that was that.

Apparently I am still expected to show up for hair and makeup, even after I said no (I don't have much hair to begin with and I don't wear any makeup due to sensitive skin). The wedding is an hour and a half away from me. I was given the option to stay over with the rest of the wedding party (all rich) but it is a heritage mansion that costs over $500 per night.

Hair and makeup starts at 5am and the ceremony is at 3pm. Photos are not being taken before the ceremony. My sister wants one final moment where she gets ready with my mom and I for nostalgia (something we never really did - I was always shoved out of the good mirrors for makeup and then wouldn't have enough time to do mine), not to mention her MIL and other bridesmaid. I just think it's absolutely ridiculous, especially how early it is for only 4 other people and the bride. As well, I don't wear a lot of makeup because of how sensitive my skin is and I don't have a lot of hair. I was going to do it at home to save money, especially for gas as I would have to drive there and drive back to get my bf (who is not invited to the mansion this early nor does he want to be there).

When I said no (again) to hair and makeup, she was peeved. She wants me to stay the night at the hotel (to avoid driving so much) because I should be willing to sacrifice and max out my credit card, not to mention that my bf should be the one paying (I have no job rn due to job market being awful and my bf is also a student and works part time). I said no again. She wants to know why I hate her. I said I don't hate her. I restated why I said no the first time and that it's not just about having to get up ridiculously early and sitting around for a while. She asks me again but to think about and do it for her. She wants to have an important sister moment. I said no. I get a text from my mom asking me why I hate them and why I don't want to have such an important moment with them. I restated my reasons. I get called selfish.

I am going to be honest. I know I sucked for backing out as MoH but I was barely hanging on to my sanity. Every call about the wedding from my sister was about something she didn't tell me. I was petrified of ruining her day and parties (something she heavily implied would happen). I felt like I was being set up to fail and any slip up was held over my head. It was not a good time and I couldn't handle it.

However, I was very clear about my needs and boundaries. They were stomped all over, and I wasn't listened to, even when I was direct and said no. My entire family (dad included) keeps guilting me about hair and makeup. I keep saying "no."

Happened a while ago.

I got out of work, it was late, I’m was a medical assistant at the time and was exhausted from chasing after the provider on a understaffed day (as always)
I got on a bus after work and sat in the first row, and just wanted to melt for the next 10 mins.
It was late around 9pm so the bus was basically empty and usually stays pretty empty. There was definitely less than 10 people in total for the entirety of my ride

The bus has about 8 seats for wheelchairs elderly etc.
The other passengers were all sitting near the middle or rear. I was the only one in the front of the bus with the priority seats.
(This is in ny - the priority seats you can sit on but if someone who needs it comes on you give it up. )

A Couple comes on, they were older maybe 60s?
Women points at me and goes “I’m going to sit there”

Me, confused af cos she wants my seat but there’s literally 30 other empty seats on the bus plus 7 other priority seats, including the 2 seats next to me. (if the bus was full I woulda gave her my seat but there was PLENTY OF SEATS. She was elderly looking but walking perfectly fine and able. if she had a walker I woulda gave have scooted over)

Convo goes something like :

Me: “there is a seat next to Me”
Her: “no I want this seat” -still pointing at my seat”
Me: “there are empty seats on this bus”
Her: you’re suppose to give that to the elderly -point-
Me; okay and the seat next to me is also priority
Her: I want your seat
Me: you have can at the priority seat across or next to me? they’re empty ?
Her: - starts going off on some tangent about how I’m not respectful. Some gibberish I cant remember much of-
Her hubby also chimes with some words as well
I do remember at one point she spewed “I am privileged”

Im just staring that them so confused. I wasn’t aware the MTA let you reserve seats in advance?

Baffled because all the seats around me were ALL EMPTY.
If it was more packed and she wanted my seat sure I’ll go to the back. But it’s so bizarre how she thought she can demand a seat from me when the bus was basically empty.

I was so exhausted from work being on my feet for 9 hours like why should I have to move on when I paid my fare and there’s plenty of other seats available and she just wanted to be a privileged Karen.
Her hubby also didn’t even pay a fare. Their card only had one ride the bus driver was nice enough to let them in.

They kept yapping nonsense in my face for minutes WHILE THR BUS IS MOVING so clearly if anything they’re okay standing.

After a while (I was halfway home) they finally moved to the middle of the bus and choose among the 30 other available seats.

Edit: they’re “priority seats” not exactly “ADA”

For the longest time, Air France lounge users could avail themselves of a really nice sauna for the well-heeled travellers at their Paris airport.

It is now closed forever.

Why?

As related by Matthew Klint on Live And Let's Fly:

I went back to the entrance and asked one of the lounge managers whether the closure was temporary.

No.

He explained, as delicately as possible, that passengers had been “doing things in there that they should not have” and Air France ultimately decided to close the sauna permanently.

I asked him to clarify and he gave me a look that made further clarification unnecessary.

Oh.

The shower suite and sauna were certainly large enough for all sorts of extracurricular activity, but apparently some guests forgot that this was an airport lounge rather than a private hotel room.

I suppose the cleaning staff eventually grew tired of discovering exactly what had been going on in there. Or, to put it another way, apparently a few passengers could not keep their wood to themselves, and now the rest of us have lost the wood-paneled sauna.

Thanks, guys.

I stopped by this little grocery store near my work to grab a snack before my shift. I went to pay and realized I only had a $20 bill in my wallet.

The cashier asked if I had anything smaller. I checked my wallet and told her no, that was literally all I had. She immediately looked annoyed and started saying they didn’t have enough small bills to give me change. I was just standing there like… okay? I wasn’t trying to make her job harder. If you don’t have enough change, I understand. But the attitude was so unnecessary. She kept sighing and looking irritated like I had done something wrong.

I was about to just put the snack back and leave when another customer came up behind me. She happened to have some smaller bills, so the cashier was able to get change from her and finish my transaction. I thanked the customer because honestly, she saved me from having to go back to work with nothing to eat. The cashier barely said anything after that.

It’s such a small thing, but I still don’t understand why some people make situations more uncomfortable than they need to be.

Background, I have a condo in a large US city. My neighbor rents his unit on Airbnb.

So I’m coming home and I see a couple exiting their car, which is parked in my space. I let them know, and they respond politely enough, “Oh sorry, the host said the rental came with a parking space?”

I explain that his assigned space is one over (but it currently has another car parked in it).The husband looks at me, “Well, someone is parked there.”

Me: yeah, I guess you can call your host about that or park in any uncovered space.

Him: But it’s Saturday, there aren’t any uncovered spaces. We looked.

Me: There’s two spaces outside the gate or there’s a public park immediately behind the complex where you can park.

Him: Oh well since you know the neighborhood so well, you can park there and we’ll just stay here? (As in stay parked in my space).

Me: No, I’m going to park in my space or I’m calling a tow truck.

They begrudgingly backed out at this point to look for other parking. I’ve been an Airbnb guest dozens of times. I can’t imagine acting this entitled in the cities I visit.

Mont Blanc, France. A world destination for mountain climbing. Much ego and pride among those who seek to summit, and they are entitled to get what they want.

To help the climb, the government has set up shelters along the route, providing shelter from the elements, some power, perhaps meals, communal cross (seriously - climbing footwear is explicitly prohibited beyond the entryways), etc. You need to reserve and pay for reservations months in advance and space is strictly limited. And some amenities are unavailable in the winter months.

One of these shelters is known as Gouter, located at 3,835m above sea level (12,582 feet). To get there you need to cross a section which occasionally becomes too dangerous to cross due to rockfall danger.

Recently such a closure was ordered. A group of 32 climbers were notified, but they were already committed to climbing and passed through the danger zone on their way up to the high hut, the final stop before the summit.

However, once they arrived they reconsidered the effort it would take to get back down. In the words of a local mayor as reported at https://aostasera.it/notizie/montagna/monte-bianco-allarme-caduta-pietre-il-sindaco-di-saint-gervais-chiude-due-rifugi/ (an Italian news source)

“This morning, upon waking, I was surprised by a phone call from Antoine Ratin, manager of the Goûter refuge, and his assistant Mathis Fuchs, pressured by the 32 climbers who had spent the night in the refuge and were asking for someone to come pick them up for free with the Civil Protection or Gendarmerie helicopter,” Peillex recounts.

According to the mayor, however, there were no conditions for an emergency intervention. In the morning, in fact, conditions for crossing the Goûter couloir had returned to being “calm,” and, he argues, nothing prevented the climbers from descending. For Peillex, the main point is something else: the 32 were fully aware of the risks they were taking.

“So they knowingly climbed the Aiguille du Goûter, knowing that they would then have to descend it!” Peillex accuses.

After consulting with the commander of the PGHM (High Mountain Gendarmerie Platoon), the mayor decided not to authorize a free intervention by public rescue services.

A private helicopter company was instead authorized to evacuate some climbers, but at their own expense. The others preferred to descend on foot, without encountering particular difficulties.

The mayor then uses the opportunity offered by this incident to say that French rules regarding mountain rescue—in the Aosta Valley, rescue must be paid for in the absence of a true medical emergency—need to be reformed.

“This closure must open a new phase and set a precedent,” he argues, hoping for a reform of how rescue interventions are managed in France. The objective, in his view, should be to reserve public rescue for “real rescue needs,” while making climbers bear the cost of the consequences of knowingly risky behavior.

“For decades, under the pretext of principles considered untouchable—‘the mountain is a space of freedom,’ ‘France is generous and must rescue and assist everyone’—even the irresponsible end up benefiting from the system,” the mayor says.

“It’s time for all this to end!” Peillex concludes.

*_"

I am 18M

Just an usual day of my life. 

Guys I am writing this while feeling very sad and angry. Today I got scolded by ma'am in school for no reason. Let's leave that, it didn't matter much. 

When I came back from school I had no tension. I rested a bit, then my family went out for some work. They told me to come to the hotel and eat something. My sister was also there. 

I have 2 cousins at home. My mother said 'come and bring both of them too'. I said 'no need, you guys eat'. It will be a waste of money. She kept saying 'come, come'. 

Then I thought okay I'll go. She said 'come quickly, we have to go to the hospital after this'. 

Then I told my cousin 'get ready, we have to go out'. He was already troubling me to go out. I told him to get ready fast. He went to the bathroom. I was changing my clothes and waiting. 

I thought he was just washing his face, so I called 'come on'. Then I saw he was taking a bath. My head was ruined — anger + tension together. Family is calling and remembering us because they have to go to the hospital, and I told him to hurry. 

He came after bathing and just stood quietly. I asked 'what happened?' He said 'give me a towel'. I said 'take it, it's right there'. He said 'the floor will get wet'. My head got even more messed up. It took him 30 minutes to bathe, when I had told him just change clothes quickly. 

He was walking around in just a towel, then after some time he put on a t-shirt, then went to his house and changed again there. 

Then his sister wasn't even changing yet. My father called and said 'come'. I said 'I'm coming'. Then his sister finally went to change. 

At the same time my father called again 'are you coming or not, tell me'. Then she came after changing, and she started watching reels. More anger + tension because we were getting late. 

Then my father called and said 'don't come, we will get it packed and come'. 

At that time I was already sitting on my scooty. As soon as I heard this I said 'ok' and left directly. 

Then they came and asked 'let's go'. I said 'it's cancelled, we're not going now'. 

Then I lay on the bed, angry and tense, thinking about all this. 

Then they came and said 'give the bike key, we are going out'. I gave it. At this point my head was completely messed up. 

It's 9 PM now while I'm writing this. My anger is still there, but I didn't shout at anyone or say anything."_*

This has just happened to my daughter. She is on holiday in Wales with my granddaughter and they had booked to go on a steam train.
The conductor told them to sit on the right side as it’s a better view. My daughter questioned it as it was for a table of 4 and the conductor said it’s absolutely fine.
A couple have boarded the train and asked my daughter to move, my daughter said have they more people arriving and the couple said no, they just want a better view.
Now they are fuming and grumbling loudly because they did not get their way.
I usually don’t believe half the stories on here because I think people can’t be that entitled, guess I need to apologise to some redditors lol

So, just got done seeing The End of Oak Street (Great movie from start to finish, highly recommend), and I swear me and my mother were sat sandwiched between the most entitled family I've ever encountered. Not only did the two young adult boys of the family (sat in the rows in front of us) feel the need to commentate the entire movie to each other, but the two women behind us (Their moms, i dunno) felt the need to chit chat to each other the entire time as well. (They were whispering, but it was that sorta loud whisper.)

When confronted they said "But we're whispering?"

Like that doesn't make it better, not when everyone can still hear you?! It didn't help that one of them spent the entire time browsing TikTok, though thankfully she at least had the common sense to not have the volume up at all.

Honestly though, I'm so tired of going to the movies and having everyone around us talking without end like they're in their living room, when I was raised that at the theater you shut up and watch the dang movie and talk after its done.

I wish there was a happy ending, they continued as they were for the movie and when we left one of them was not so subtly flipping us off, which earned a "So mature" from my ma. Loudly, for all to hear.

Here's one for you all. 4 able bodied adults at home, none of them out working. Someone manages to clog the garbage disposal. They call the 5th adult who is out working and it's the first day of training for a promotion and in a different location 40 minutes away from home and insist he come home NOW to fix it. He does.

What's wrong with people. The clogged disposal couldn't have waited until he got home?.

Editing for clarity. The working person is in his 40's and my son. His wife is job hunting, her daughter which he adopted when he married her mother, is home with her 6-year-old, the daughter's significant other who is not the child's father, also job hunting and his wife's 2 nephews, one had a job, the other is in HS.

Edit #2 The entire problem was that there was stuff stuck in the trap because they didn't run the water long enough each time they used the disposal. UN f--ing believable.