I reconnected with my old college roommate, "Jane," after nearly 40 years, on Face Book. She'd gone back to college to get another degree and was living in on-campus housing on student loans. At first we'd visit each other and it was kinda fun. But after she graduated she couldn't live in student housing anymore. She didn't have a job lined up. And, to make it worse, her car conked completely and she had to donate it to a charity just to get it towed off. So I told her that she could come stay with me until she got back on her feet.
Jane wanted to eat in restaurants every night. She was willing to pay for my meal — which seemed fair, since my meals was far less than the cost of a taxi. However, I was working 50+ hours/week and didn't feel like getting up and leaving the house again after work. So we negotiated that we'd alternate dining out and dining in.
The first day went well. We went to the Chinese buffet and it was nice. The next day I came home from a 10-hour shift and settled down with my laptop to check my social media before whipping up something quick for dinner and going to bed. Jane came to me and told me she didn't like any of the food in the house. I told her there was a Dollar General about a quarter mile from the house and they had a lot of food to choose from. She started to cry and tell me that she'd had such a traumatic experience in a Dollar General that she couldn't even think of going into one. I asked her what had happened. It wasn't an armed robbery or anything. A clerk told her she couldn't take her wheeled carry-on bag through the store, that she could leave it behind the counter or the clerk would call the cops.
Whatever. So no Dollar General. I pointed out a bar with good food and a fast-food place in easy walking distance. No dice. Jane wanted Mexican food.
I let her know where there was a Mexican restaurant. She asked me to drive her there. I pointed out that it was our agreed-upon night to stay in. She said that I didn't need to stay there and eat with her, just drop her off. I pointed out that this defeated the entire purpose of dining in — that I didn't want to get up and leave the house. She started offering me money to drive her there. I said she could call an Uber or a taxi. She said she didn't know my address and if she took an Uber or a taxi the driver would abandon her in an unfamiliar place and she'd get lost and end up raped and murdered. I told her I could text her my address. She kept offering me more and more money to drive her to a Mexican restaurant.
When it finally sunk in that I was NOT going to drive her to a Mexican restaurant, she lost it. She started yelling and running up and down the stairs and throwing things, occasionally stopping to hiss something in my face like, "I wouldn't want to be you when you have to stand before God and justify how cruel you were to me!"
I took my laptop and went next door to my daughter's house, found a hotel I could reserve online and Jane could pay for when she got there, and reminded my daughter that she owed me a favor. She dropped Aunt Jane off at the hotel.
Had an elderly couple very angry with me because their fudgicles are too soft due to their freezer being about to die. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to have to open your fudgicles in a bowl because they're not cold enough?! Your technicians the accused us of buying cheap ice cream!!!" All I could do was offer to sell him a new fridge/freezer. The softness of their fudgicles is actually not my problem. Have you any idea how hard it is to keep a straight face when an old man glares at you and angrily shouts the word "fudgicle"? It's not easy.
At an airport in front of an empty gate a man had apparently missed his flight. It was super early so security just hung back until he stopped swearing. Then they went over to the man and spoke to him, preferring not to call police seeing as he didn’t really bother anyone or damage anything. Turns out the guy’s mom had recently died and he was going to miss her funeral. )It was the first and only time I’d witnessed a “Karen” incident.) I think TSA handled it well. They even brought him some coffee while one agent took his break and listened to the man sobbing. It’s amazing what an approach aimed at de-escalation can do!
My now former friend. Let's call her Kelly. She got me to come over to her place under false pretenses and then asked me to let her use my car to go to the corner store to buy cigarettes. I was sick and tired of her bait and switch manipulative tactics, so I point blank asked her for gas money. She was floored. She said she didn't have it. Then I asked her where she had the money to go buy cigarettes then. For clarity, Kelly was probably about 48-years-old at the time but had the emotional and mental maturity of a spoiled overgrown middle school mean girl who never grew out of the adolescent bully mindset. She had a then 9-year-old son and a 16-year-old daughter. Kelly was notorious for using her friends and everyone she knew to get handouts but then turning into a ghost when she was expected to pay back the favors. It's also explained why she had no long lasting relationships and why scores of people distanced themselves from her.
Having called her out on her obvious attempt of manipulation and backwards priorities, I watched in awe as she stomped around flailing her arms, stomping her feet and muttering under her breath about “selfish people.” She kept casually glancing back at me to see if I was reacting but I wasn't.
She then, stopped possibly because I wasn't giving her a reaction at all and asked me what I was looking at. I remember I said verbatim: “Nothing. Just seeing where your son gets his shity behavior from.” Aghast, Kelly's eyes bugged out of her head, her face when ghost white and her jaw hit the floor. She screamed at me to get out of her house. I reminded the perpetually unemployed Kelly that her home was in foreclosure. I also added that if I left where was she going to get her taxi to take her to the convenience store to buy her precious cigarettes.
I left with her still screaming at me. For additional information, Kelly always had her nails done, her hair done, a full pack of cigarettes and booze in the fridge but let her kids fend for themselves while they lived in a home that looked like it belonged on Hoarders. I mean, her son's teeth were literally rotting out of his head, but she prioritized having a full pack of smokes over getting him some much-needed dental work.
On the drive home, Kelly kept spamming me with passive-aggressive poorly spelled text messages calling me a butthole and nasty voicemails that sounded like she was demonically possessed. I have it on very good authority, that she threw an even bigger tantrum when I ignored her and didn't respond.
9:27 she is only banned and not imprisoned? Pathetic! Not the store's fault, I hope they at least made an attempt to get this unsanitary food destroyer imprisoned.
#1: I have a feeling that the tantrum has more to do with other things in this woman's life other than a Wendy's order that's taking too long.
I reconnected with my old college roommate, "Jane," after nearly 40 years, on Face Book. She'd gone back to college to get another degree and was living in on-campus housing on student loans. At first we'd visit each other and it was kinda fun. But after she graduated she couldn't live in student housing anymore. She didn't have a job lined up. And, to make it worse, her car conked completely and she had to donate it to a charity just to get it towed off. So I told her that she could come stay with me until she got back on her feet.
Jane wanted to eat in restaurants every night. She was willing to pay for my meal — which seemed fair, since my meals was far less than the cost of a taxi. However, I was working 50+ hours/week and didn't feel like getting up and leaving the house again after work. So we negotiated that we'd alternate dining out and dining in.
The first day went well. We went to the Chinese buffet and it was nice. The next day I came home from a 10-hour shift and settled down with my laptop to check my social media before whipping up something quick for dinner and going to bed. Jane came to me and told me she didn't like any of the food in the house. I told her there was a Dollar General about a quarter mile from the house and they had a lot of food to choose from. She started to cry and tell me that she'd had such a traumatic experience in a Dollar General that she couldn't even think of going into one. I asked her what had happened. It wasn't an armed robbery or anything. A clerk told her she couldn't take her wheeled carry-on bag through the store, that she could leave it behind the counter or the clerk would call the cops.
Whatever. So no Dollar General. I pointed out a bar with good food and a fast-food place in easy walking distance. No dice. Jane wanted Mexican food.
I let her know where there was a Mexican restaurant. She asked me to drive her there. I pointed out that it was our agreed-upon night to stay in. She said that I didn't need to stay there and eat with her, just drop her off. I pointed out that this defeated the entire purpose of dining in — that I didn't want to get up and leave the house. She started offering me money to drive her there. I said she could call an Uber or a taxi. She said she didn't know my address and if she took an Uber or a taxi the driver would abandon her in an unfamiliar place and she'd get lost and end up raped and murdered. I told her I could text her my address. She kept offering me more and more money to drive her to a Mexican restaurant.
When it finally sunk in that I was NOT going to drive her to a Mexican restaurant, she lost it. She started yelling and running up and down the stairs and throwing things, occasionally stopping to hiss something in my face like, "I wouldn't want to be you when you have to stand before God and justify how cruel you were to me!"
I took my laptop and went next door to my daughter's house, found a hotel I could reserve online and Jane could pay for when she got there, and reminded my daughter that she owed me a favor. She dropped Aunt Jane off at the hotel.
“She is an ex, so that earns you your respect back”
Unless she is the one who dumped him in the end
Had an elderly couple very angry with me because their fudgicles are too soft due to their freezer being about to die.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to have to open your fudgicles in a bowl because they're not cold enough?! Your technicians the accused us of buying cheap ice cream!!!"
All I could do was offer to sell him a new fridge/freezer. The softness of their fudgicles is actually not my problem. Have you any idea how hard it is to keep a straight face when an old man glares at you and angrily shouts the word "fudgicle"? It's not easy.
I'm sure you already made a video lile thus. With the exact same stories.
"F*ck Coke" 🤣😂🤣
At an airport in front of an empty gate a man had apparently missed his flight. It was super early so security just hung back until he stopped swearing. Then they went over to the man and spoke to him, preferring not to call police seeing as he didn’t really bother anyone or damage anything. Turns out the guy’s mom had recently died and he was going to miss her funeral. )It was the first and only time I’d witnessed a “Karen” incident.) I think TSA handled it well. They even brought him some coffee while one agent took his break and listened to the man sobbing. It’s amazing what an approach aimed at de-escalation can do!
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My now former friend. Let's call her Kelly. She got me to come over to her place under false pretenses and then asked me to let her use my car to go to the corner store to buy cigarettes. I was sick and tired of her bait and switch manipulative tactics, so I point blank asked her for gas money. She was floored. She said she didn't have it. Then I asked her where she had the money to go buy cigarettes then. For clarity, Kelly was probably about 48-years-old at the time but had the emotional and mental maturity of a spoiled overgrown middle school mean girl who never grew out of the adolescent bully mindset. She had a then 9-year-old son and a 16-year-old daughter. Kelly was notorious for using her friends and everyone she knew to get handouts but then turning into a ghost when she was expected to pay back the favors. It's also explained why she had no long lasting relationships and why scores of people distanced themselves from her.
Having called her out on her obvious attempt of manipulation and backwards priorities, I watched in awe as she stomped around flailing her arms, stomping her feet and muttering under her breath about “selfish people.” She kept casually glancing back at me to see if I was reacting but I wasn't.
She then, stopped possibly because I wasn't giving her a reaction at all and asked me what I was looking at. I remember I said verbatim: “Nothing. Just seeing where your son gets his shity behavior from.” Aghast, Kelly's eyes bugged out of her head, her face when ghost white and her jaw hit the floor. She screamed at me to get out of her house. I reminded the perpetually unemployed Kelly that her home was in foreclosure. I also added that if I left where was she going to get her taxi to take her to the convenience store to buy her precious cigarettes.
I left with her still screaming at me. For additional information, Kelly always had her nails done, her hair done, a full pack of cigarettes and booze in the fridge but let her kids fend for themselves while they lived in a home that looked like it belonged on Hoarders. I mean, her son's teeth were literally rotting out of his head, but she prioritized having a full pack of smokes over getting him some much-needed dental work.
On the drive home, Kelly kept spamming me with passive-aggressive poorly spelled text messages calling me a butthole and nasty voicemails that sounded like she was demonically possessed. I have it on very good authority, that she threw an even bigger tantrum when I ignored her and didn't respond.
6:48 What???!!!
6:59 are you freaking kidding me?? 3 cents?????!!!! OH MY LORD
10:18 were they jew or muslim?
9:27 she is only banned and not imprisoned? Pathetic! Not the store's fault, I hope they at least made an attempt to get this unsanitary food destroyer imprisoned.
All old stories,you really couldn't try and find any other stories?
Nintendo shutting down Smash tournaments
I agree with the Pepsi lady