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This story is not about me, but it's actually about

one of my neighbors who is a Vietnam veteran. He

has given me permission to tell this story online, after

I got him interested in these kinds of stories. We

are actually pretty close and since he lives alone, I

always invite him over for holidays if he is alone

or just to watch baseball. Getting back on the topic

of this story, he is disabled and relies on a

service dog for everyday tasks. His service dog is a

beautiful German Shepherd that is just the sweetest girl in

the entire world. As a service dog, she is better

behaved than most humans I've come across and I could

not imagine anybody having an issue with her. That is

except for the HOA president who does not approve of

the dog and thinks she had any say in it.

I did not know how long my neighbor was having

issues with her, but I did manage to catch a

conversation between the two of them. After that, I was

just fully invested to throw myself into the situation to

help my neighbor. HOA president, I've told you before that

this creature needs to leave. Neighbor, I'm allowed to have

my service dog. HOA president, I'm not telling you not

to have one. I'm saying that this thing is not

a dog. It's basically a bear. Look around and you

will see that all the other dog owners have nice

cute small dogs. They don't intimidate anybody and don't lower

property values like your monster. Neighbor, I need a dog

this size. She is mine and does important tasks for me.

Now please move so I can get on with my day.

HOA president, your dog is gonna bite some innocent child

and then we'll see what happens. You need to follow

the rules no matter how old you are and how

disabled you pretend to be. Neighbor, I've told you before,

I'm not a member of your HOA. Even if what

you were saying had any truth to it, it still

wouldn't apply to me. Anyway, President, we'll see what you

think of that once I'm finished with you. She walked

off after this and I was able to go and

make sure that he was okay. He might be on

the older side, but this guy is tough as nails

and was not going to be intimidated by a woman

made of hairspray and acrylic nails. He was going to

just go on with his life because he had the

ADA on his side. Laws that protected him against anybody

trying to discriminate against him and that included taking his

dog away from him. The HOA must have not told

their lawyers the truth or just been crazy because they

actually filed a lawsuit against my neighbor for his dog.

They claimed total lies that he had a violent animal

that went against HOA guidelines. He cannot drive anymore, so

I went with him to court to argue his case

that he didn't do anything wrong. Which to me was

kind of funny that to argue his dog being a

service dog he got to bring her to court with him.

The judge was going to be able to see flat

out how well behaved she was and that she was

a real service animal. It was closed and I had

to wait outside but I got the details of what

happened from my neighbor on the car ride home. The

HOA was trying to claim that he was violating rules

because he was intentionally doing actions that would lower the

value of the neighborhood and the homes in it. They

were also claiming that he was harboring a dangerous creature

that was a threat to all the members of the community.

I couldn't even get past the first part without just

laughing at how crazy this woman was. Thank god I

was not in court or I would have been kicked

out and in trouble for the laughter. When it was

made clear that his dog was a service animal and

having the dog did not devalue the neighborhood and went

against HOA rules, they tried to argue something else. The

HOA wanted him to get a dog from a pre-approved

list and basically swap his service animal for a tiny one.

While some small breeds can be service animals, he needed

help that only a larger animal could help with. Not

to mention it was just against so many laws to

make him get rid of a service animal. The court

did not want to hear anything from the HOA and

told them that they were not going to do anything

against the HOA or force somebody who was not even

a member to follow their rules. A couple of months

later when he was taking a walk the HOA president

was out and got super angry at him basically on sight.

She went insane and decided that attacking was the correct

thing to do. She did not attack my neighbor, oh no,

she went after the helpless dog like she was the

one personally doing anything wrong. No matter how well a

dog is trained when under attack, it's gonna defend itself.

It's the law of nature or fight or flight or something.

To make a long story short, because this is already

getting long, she got bitten by the dog while attacking her.

Suddenly she was the victim and the dog just went

wild and was a vicious horrible creature according to her.

You can probably guess what her plan was but she

made the dumb decision to do this right in front

of a park entrance and they had cameras. Before she

could do anything my neighbor jumped the gun and filed

a lawsuit against the HOA. For discrimination and for hurting

his service animal it turned out that in the attack

their dog got broken ribs and a broken foot. He

wanted a lot of compensation from the HOA and once

the court saw that it was her again they were

not gonna believe her anything. Sure, she tried to claim

that the dog just attacked randomly, but there was clear

video of her going after the dog first and it

basically being self-defense. All of this to try and turn

around the argument of her not being a service dog

because they don't bite no matter what, supposedly. Like they

are trained super soldiers or something. ADA law is a

powerful thing though and the courts have a strong tendency

to side with it. After they finished racking up fines

for her the HOA ended up owing my neighbor $ 225, 000.

Don't ask me the math of how they ended up

on that number but he was granted all of it

and the HOA was now going to be financially hurting

because of that. Thankfully the HOA president did not last

much longer after that whole fiasco either as it was

a bad image for the HOA. I have no idea

where the money went but I do know that he

got a big new TV that we watch all the time.

The next one is an I don't work here lady

hospital story. I work in a hospital also context I

have a baby face and I'm short. On any given

day I can be mistaken for a high school student

playing dress up so I don't really begrudge people for

mistaking me for a volunteer. Unless, of course, you are mean.

It's a weekend and I'm scheduled to work 28 hours.

In my hospital, our staff are pretty distinctive. Nurses wear white,

surgical staff wear blue, and techs and other staff wear black.

I am wearing the baggy surgical scrubs to be as

comfortable as possible while in hell. I'm rushing around trying

to see my patients and stop by to say hi

to a few nurses I recognize. We chat a little

and no one asks me where I'm going. I mention

the patient room. and they give each other looks. Bad sign.

Before looking at me and assuring they would check in,

bad sign number two. I thank them and then I

dip into the patient room. Me, hi patient, visibly irritated,

about time you came in here. I am done with

my food. Me, okay, do you want me to clear

that tray for you? Patient looks at me like a dumbass. Well,

I'm done with it, aren't I? All right then, grumpy guy, whatever,

it happens. I go to move the tray and notice

his wife sitting in a chair by his bed. She

is looking apologetic to me and moves to take the tray,

but I wave her off and settle it to the side. Me. Hi, I'm... Patient.

I need to go to the bathroom. Me. Okay, I

can come back if you would like. Patient again looking

at me like I'm a dumbass. I need to go

to the bathroom. Me. Sir, you're welcome to use the restroom.

I can come back when you're done. This place is ridiculous.

You're not even gonna help me? I'm out of major

surgery and you cannot help me get up and piss?

me pulling out my patient list more for show than

anything else because I have it memorized, this person had

finger surgery in his non-dominant hand. He has one completely

unwrapped hand and his legs work fine. According to my records, sir,

you passed your physical therapy yesterday and you have unlimited

ability to get in and out of bed and move

on your own. However, I can also provide a urinal

for you if you would like. patient yelling, this is ridiculous.

I just had major surgery. I'm in pain. You want

me to just lie in my own piss? You should

be helping me. Hold my cucumber like a good girl

and help me. At this point, I see a few

nurses duck their head in to check on me, but

I wave them off. This dude needs an ego check. Me? Sir,

that's a highly inappropriate request. If you need assistance with

your needs, we will provide it. But we will not

tolerate being verbally harassed. Patient, I'm not effing listening to

some damn nurse telling me what to do. You better

do your job. Patient's wife. She is not a nurse. Patient.

I don't even care what she is. I'm not listening

to your damn BS if you don't help me. I

don't ever want to see you again. Me. Just to confirm, sir,

that you don't want to see me again, right? Patient.

Did I stutter? I say go away, little girl. I

want a new nurse. At this point, his nurse steps

into the room with hospital security. the kind who are

built like NFL linebackers responding to psych issues and have handcuffs. Nurse, Dr. OP,

I called security out of concern for staff safety. Security officer,

are you okay and do you require assistance? Me, no,

but I would like you two to witness for me

that the patient would no longer require our services and

pain management will sign off now per patient insistence. I

will alert his surgery team. Nurse and security officer nods.

Nurse makes a note in her papers. Patient is now

visibly buffering as he's processing. Patient loading probably at 50%. Wait, doctor,

with pain management? Me, yes, I'm the pain management doctor.

Your team wanted me to see you assess your post-operative pain,

but I understand that we are not needed anymore. I'll

let your team know. Patient anger downloaded. You could have

told me. You're leaving? I want a new pain doc.

Me smiling serenely, Sir, it's the weekend. I'm the only

pain management doctor. As the two other witnesses have noted,

you have pired me from your care. Good day. I

go off on my merry way as this guy starts

going ballistic. It's not standard for the pain service to

be asked to see a hand surgery, but I did

it as a favor to the orthopedic surgeon since the

patient is, quoting the surgeon, a little B-I-T-C-H about his

finger pain. I then ask the nurse to let me

know what happens when the patient realized that I am

the only one in the hospital who can write for

high-dose narcotics that he keeps demanding. And the next one

is a malicious compliance story. In my late high school

slash early college years, I had a job doing telemarketing

work during winter and summer breaks. While it was boiler

room cold calling, we primarily were soliciting donations for agencies

that had contracted us to do the work, so it

felt less scoozy. Think police departments, fire departments, etc. We

kept a portion of donations for operating expenses. Everything over

a certain threshold went directly to the receiving party and

everybody wins. I enjoyed the job as the scripts were

simple and I was allowed to read a book and

such between calls and a number of my friends were

also employed there so we could hang out during lunch breaks.

The pay was a decent chunk above minimum wage at

that time so it was a good gig. I also

had a neck for it and at one point was

fifth in sales across all their sites they had an operation,

second in our building. One summer while driving to work

my car promptly dies with no warning and I'm left

stranded on the road. As you do in this situation

back before cell phones for poor college students were a thing,

I walk to the nearest house and ask to use

the phone. I call my dad who starts driving to

get me and call my work to let them know

that I'll be late. My boss says fine and that

he will chat with me when I get in. Father

shows up with my mother in two cars, I take

the extra and he begins the arduous process of towing

my car back to the house. This involved tying a

rope to the front of the car and to the

back of his vehicle and crawling back home so he

could fix it himself. I have been in that back

car and did not envy my father being in the

back car with only 10 feet of space between him

and the car my mom was driving, but I'm off

to work. I arrive to work clock in almost an

hour after the start of my shift and I am

promptly told by the front receptionist, that my boss would

like to see me in his office. So I head

on back. Beginning details completed. Cue the start of the

MC story. My boss and I have always had a

good rapport. I'm a good worker, get good reviews, and

he and I have some similar interests outside of work

we can chat about occasionally. When I arrive in his office,

he is shuffling some papers around and has laid out

a few documents facing me. As close as I can recall,

this is the conversation that followed. Boss, I hope everything

worked out with the car. Glad to have you here.

Couple things I need to discuss with you. So first

of all, as I'm sure you are aware, being more

than 30 minutes late to work is considered a Class

C violation. Three classes from C to A, C being

the least egregious. If insufficient, time is given prior to

the occurrence. This is your first violation, so I would

like to talk to you about what happens next. I'm

sweating at this point. I've never been talked to about

being out of order on anything while working here, and

getting my first violation scared the crap out of me.

So I'm sitting there white-faced and he continues. Boss, no

official write-up or anything occurs for a first violation or

even the first few Class C violations, but it is

manager's discretion on the punishment depending on past behaviors. Now,

you're a good employee and I've put into corporate a

few times to give you a raise, but because you

only work during your school breaks, it's denied as you

are not considered full-time. So the papers I have here

are your termination papers and an offer letter I would

like to extend to you to hire you back on

time again. So in short before I file these I

would like to ask is it okay if I fire you?

So we go through the process of him firing me

which then allowed him to extend an offer to me

to rehire me at roughly a 25% increase in pay

since he could justify to corporate the bump as he

was hiring someone with experience. In talking with him, he

let me know it was something he occasionally did to

the high school and college workers to get around the

corporate policy of not allowing raises to people that did

not work 1,000 plus hours in a year. It was

his own way of being maliciously compliant with a policy

that did not allow him to reward some people that

he thought deserved it. He had been apparently waiting for

me to do something that he could technically fire me for.

The way their back-end systems worked, it would not even

show up as a break in service, since the firing

and hiring happened on the same day, and since I

never worked more than a minimum 1000 hours each year,

I did not have any tenure or anything to be

worried about losing. The laugh he and the receptionist had

when we walked back to the front to introduce her

to the new employee was enjoyable and I've had a

fun story to tell ever since. To answer a few questions,

number one, why do the fire department and police department

need more money? This was more for affiliated agencies and charities.

Think the firefighters boot drive they do every year. They

don't keep your change you toss into the boot. It

goes to a charitable cause. Number two, did your dad

fix the car slash what was wrong with it? I'm

not a car person, so I don't know what was

wrong with it. But yes, my dad was able to

fix it. Number three, do you keep in touch with

the boss? Well, this was close to 20 years ago.

And unfortunately, I don't keep in touch with very many

people from my hometown, including this wonderful man. Last I heard,

he was still working there, 4-5 years after I had left,

and it was still a great place to work. Many

of your comments had me laughing, and I've enjoyed responding

to them throughout the day and into the wee hours

of the morning last night, and they are still coming in.

Thank you all again for this enjoyable experience. And yeah,

ripe stars, I have to say that was a different

outcome than I expected. That was a truly positive malicious

compliance story. I'm not sure I've read many different malicious

compliance stories before that had such an outcome. And the

next Reddit story starts like this. I live in a

small neighborhood in Eastern Europe and I've been here with

my family since I was born. It used to be

a nice quiet place but things have changed about half

a decade ago when the Karens rolled into town. You

know the classic Karens, the ones who think they run

the place just because they are whiter than toothpaste. We've

got about four of these Karens in our neighborhood now,

and it's been a real headache for all of us.

It's like they all showed up at the same time

as if they were telepathically connected to wreak havoc in

our peaceful neighborhood. These Karens did not just saunter into

the town, though. They practically stormed in, waving their self-proclaimed

authority like a flag. First, there was Karen number one.

She came in like a hurricane barking at anyone whose

grass was a smidge too long. As if she had

a PhD in lawn aesthetics. She would even scold you

for the slightest weed daring to grow into your garden.

Then came Karen number two, who would corner you during

your evening stroll and lecture you on how to properly

leash your dog. She even started circulating pamphlets on pet

etiquette in our mailboxes and wrote absolute junk on it,

as if she had taken it directly from Facebook. Karen

number three seemed to have supersonic hearing, able to detect

a pin drop from a mile away. Her shrill voice

became a familiar sound as she complained about the neighborhood

kids playing in the park, Catsmeong for treats and the

leaf blower. Yes, she complained about the leaf blower being

too loud, the same one that she also uses. Talk

about logic. And finally, there's Karen number four, who was

convinced that she was the keeper of our mailboxes and

she would scrutinize your mail, giving us unasked advice of

how we should paint our mailboxes and how our subscriptions

to some of the local supermarkets was not so-called good

organic choices. Karen number one had a child who was

nearly as loud and entitled as she was. You see,

I owned a semi-truck because my job required it, And

ever since the first time I drove it out, her

kid had been absolutely fascinated by it. Now, it would

be cute and it would be wholesome if the kid

did not insist on making a dash for my semi-truck

every time it rolled into the neighborhood. But understanding the

word no was not in his vocabulary, and I could

not entirely blame him for that because it was all

Karen's doing. Every time the kid spotted my semi-truck, he

would shout with joy and then he would make a

beeline for it, ignoring my warnings that it could be dangerous.

It was hard to believe how relentless this little guy

could be. He would scream at the top of his

lungs in a tone that could shatter glass, insisting that

he wanted to ride on my semi-truck. No amount of

telling him no seemed to register. It was a semi-truck,

not a toy that I could simply give him. There

were times when he would throw a full-blown tantrum right

on my driveway, lying on the ground and demanding access

to my semi-truck. I could not help but think that

he believed he could get his way because he would

always smirk when I stepped off the semi-truck only to

then start screaming again when I point my hose at him.

Only then would Karen No. 1 finally come out of

her house, accusing me of assaulting her precious child and

threatening to sue me. She never actually followed through on

that promise, but the kid continued to make occasional appearances,

throwing the same tantrum. One time he even tried to

sneak onto the semi-truck and I had to physically drag

him away. When that happened, Karen No. 1 and I

had a heated argument that ended with a warning from

my side. I told her that if I ever saw

her brat near my semi-truck again, she would be having

police on her doorstep. Other Karens interfered and tried to

make me see how wrong I was, but I simply

ignored them. But I had a feeling that Karen number

one was jealous of my semi-truck and would not stop

at anything to have her brat in it. So before

that could happen... I decided to take matters to the police.

I explained everything to them about the relentless harassment from

Karen No. 1 and her out-of-control child. The police acknowledged

my complaint but admitted that it wasn't a big enough

case to launch a full investigation. However, they promised to

pay a visit to Karen No. 1 and give her

a warning about her actions. One day, a few weeks after,

I drove off to drop my parents at my sister's house.

It was a routine trip, or so I thought. When

I returned home, I was met with a horrifying sight.

My semi-truck had crashed into my own house. I could

not believe my eyes and screamed in disbelief. I saw

my neighbor approaching me and I asked what the hell happened.

He told me that he had heard commotion outside and

he rushed to see what was going on. To his

shock he saw Karen number one behind the wheel of

my semi truck with her little brat hopping around inside.

It was clear that Karen had no clue how to

control the massive vehicle and her child was only making

matters worse with his antics. Before my neighbor could even

think of doing anything he saw how before his own

eyes the Karen crashed my semi-truck into my own house.

I was beyond furious and immediately called the police, giving

them a rundown of the event before asking them to

come over quickly. By the time the police arrived at

the scene, I noticed another car quickly leaving Karen No.

1's house. I pointed to the retreating vehicle, signaling to

the officers that Karen might be attempting to escape. Thankfully,

they acted quickly and caught her before she could run

away from the scene. This resulted in Karen shouting at

the police officers, accusing them of trying to harm her

and her child. She started being dramatic and attempting to

shift the blame away from herself. However, the police were

not easily swayed. They took her into custody and carefully

assessed the entire situation. They questioned my neighbor who provided

a first-hand account of the events leading up to the

crash backing up my story. Moreover, I showed them the

CCTV footage I had managed to retrieve which captured the

entire incident. Even with all the evidence stacked against her,

the Karen was still trying to change the whole narrative

and paint me as the villain who was always trying

to get her arrested because I hated her. However, the

evidence was clear and solid, leaving no room for doubt.

At the police station, Karen was subjected to a thorough interrogation.

After about an hour, she finally admitted to being behind

the wheel of my semi-truck during the crash. However, she

claimed that I had personally given her the keys and

permission to drive my semi-truck, so she was not in

the wrong. So then the police decided to review my

CCTV footage from an hour before the crash. The footage

showed Karen breaking into my home while I was away,

making it absolutely clear that it was not me who

had handed over my keys to her. I was honestly

done with her already and all this just made me

believe that this Karen could literally commit crimes to get

her way so I made the decision to press charges

against her. She had not only broken into my house

but had also caused extensive damage to both my property

and my semi-truck all because she raised her bread wrong

and was too freaking entitled to hear no. Karen attempted

to put up a fight in court and she hired

lawyers to try and flip the case on me. However,

the evidence and also the witnesses were pretty clear and

no amount of shouting or emotional blackmailing helped her. In

the end, the court ruled in my favor and that

Karen was ordered to pay $ 450, 000 in damages for all

the havoc she had wreaked upon my property and belongings.

It was a significant blow to her both financially and reputation-wise.

Because apparently this caused conflicts between her and her army

husband and she eventually got no help from him anymore...

which made her go bankrupt and she ended up in prison. Finally,

one Karen less in the neighborhood. However, ripe stars, if

I remember correctly, four Karens moved into the neighborhood, so

there are three to go. However, let's hope that the

other Karens are not as horrible as this one. And

now let's continue with the next one. This is a

malicious compliance story. For Americans, 50 grams is 1.76 ounces,

200 grams are 7 ounces and 23 kilogram are 50.7 pounds.

So when I travel by plane, which happens about 2

out of 3 times per year, I'm usually quite conscious

about the weight of my luggage because of how much

you have to pay if it exceeds the limit. This time,

I put a bit more stuff in because of gifts,

but I thought I was fine. I pass the police

and get to the check-in, where a woman in her

late 30s slash early 40s reminded me of my old

history teacher, indicated me to proceed. So I give my passport,

do the usual stuff, and I put my luggage on

the scale, which shows 23.05 kilogram, the limit being 23.

I was quite pleased with myself while looking at it

thinking I got it just right but no the woman

tells me that I need to pay 50 euros for

excess baggage. I look at her confused telling her it's

50 grams surely it doesn't matter. She repeats herself and

we start arguing until she says either you pay 50

euros or you somehow make the luggage 50 grams lighter.

I did not have a carry-on so I shouldn't take

anything with me. At that moment I remember the 200

grams of chocolate that are sitting in the luggage and

I start smiling. I open the luggage, take the chocolate

out and start nibbling at it with a grin on

my face while looking at the woman who goes from

Pikachu face to annoyed. She tells me to hurry up

even though I was the only one in line so

I offered her some and she just stared at me.

I ended up eating exactly a quarter of the 200

grams and lo and behold the scales show 23 kilograms.

The woman gives me my ticket while glaring at me

and I tell her to have a good day. And

the next one is a revenge story. So this was

in 2017. I worked at a small 36-room condo hotel

on Marco Island, Florida, and that property was owned by

a small venture capitalist firm ran by two wealthy siblings

and one of their sons. I was brought on board

by a colleague who was hired as the general manager.

Since this was a new slash small operation that had

pretty much zero actual industry knowledge or expertise... It was

basically the GM and myself who were responsible for bringing

in real changes to the property, while also wearing multiple

hats and doing the job of several roles with our

industry experience. There was only one other office employee who

was a curmudgeonly old lady, ironically her name was actually Karen,

who basically just did the billing for unit owners and

sat in the back when she could. I myself was

responsible for not only the day-to-day front desk presence, phone presence,

concierge presence, assigning daily housekeeping duties and running a brief

night audit, but most importantly also managing the business revenue

strategy and competitive set and online room inventory with our

own website and major OTA companies like Expedia, Booking, Trivago, etc.

2017 was a record year for us and my revenue

strategy earned the company several tens of thousands of dollars

more than previous years by comparison. Then crap starts slowly

hitting the fan in quarter two to three. My colleague,

the GM, resigned due to personal issues completely unrelated to

his work performance that brought the office staff down to

two people, which was Karen and I. Well, Karen had

this month-long trip to Italy planned like two years in advance,

so she was going to go regardless. Karen flies out

in the midst of the news that there's a bad

hurricane a few days out from landfall. Cue Hurricane Irma.

For those unaware of hurricane grading, Irma made landfall in

the US as a Category 4 that is staggeringly powerful

for reference Katrina, which devastated New Orleans in 2005, was

also a Category 4. Needless to say, everyone was on

high alert and made plans to evacuate. During my evacuation,

not on the clock or being paid by the company whatsoever,

the firm's accountant called me on my personal phone asking

me to walk her through the steps of how to

remotely run the property management systems audit. With hotel computer systems,

the day does not actually end until you tell the

system that the day is over and that it is

time to run reports and tally up the numbers so

if no one is there to do the audit, the

hotel will permanently be stuck on a previous day. I

spent about two hours on the phone with her while

evacuating from a natural disaster and I was never compensated

for it. Irma ended up making landfall on the island

I worked on and the entire surrounding area lost power

for about a week. We all returned to devastation, some

of our rooms on the top floor having their walls

and roof blown out and slowly trying to pick the

pieces back up. My hours were cut from 40 per

week to about 16 per week as the damage from

the hurricane drove business way down. I was beginning to

struggle financially and I was forced to use all my

PTO and vacation days I had earned up to this

point to keep full paychecks coming in as I was

just some single 24 to 25 year old guy who

lived alone and the company offered absolutely zero roadmap for

getting back to full-time compensation. I sent the CEO, who

I spoke with every week in revenue meetings, an email

explaining the situation and asking for a possible advance to

make ends meet for the time being. The email I

got back was basically one sentence to the effect of, OP,

we will be open again soon, thanks. Bold strategy. Let's

see how that plays out for you, considering I'm the

literal only person running the hotel operations right now. Within

a week, I secured an interview for a better-paying job

closer to home. I crushed the interview and kept it

completely to myself. The CEO's brother, the CFO, had flown

down to be on the property for the first day

of the reopening, where business started to come back to normal.

The day before the reopening, while in the office, I

got a call from HR at the new company confirming

the job offer and to stop by later that day

to finalize everything. I called the CFO and asked him

to come down to the office because I wanted to talk.

The second he got there and he asked what is up.

I told him I was resigning effective immediately. Him, OP,

you realize that will make it hard for us to

open tomorrow, right? Me, nothing personal. Just like your company

has financial concerns that prevent you from keeping your only

employee here to run the hotel. I also have financial

concerns that prevent me from staying here as I have

bills to pay. You will be open again soon, don't worry.

He gritted his teeth and said, okay then. I handed

over my key to the property, got in my car

and never looked back. And the next one is an M.I.D.A.

whole story. I, 35 male, have been married to my wife,

32 female, for seven years. We have two children together,

six male and three female. She takes care of the house,

babysits the kids most of the time, because she is

a stay-at-home mom, but we evenly split the chores and

childcare on weekends, and when I get home from work,

My wife is much more social than I am, we

moved to her home state from mine because she wanted

to be closer to her parents and her childhood friends.

Now she is a lot more social than I am,

and she goes on 3-4 girl trips a year. I

have no issues with that and I'm happy to babysit

the kids full time in her absence. I'm more of

a homebody anyway, so I usually like to just paint

in the spare room or play video games every once

in a while instead of traveling out of state. I

don't really take time off work also unless we do

something as a family. For the past three to four months,

I was very busy on a major project at work.

I've been working 60-hour weeks and frankly, I'm exhausted with

the stress. So when the project was finally coming to

an end, I told my wife that I'm taking a

day off and I won't be doing any work around

the house. Of course, I would still clean up after myself,

but I did not want to do any chores or

childcare on that one day. I told her that two

weeks in advance and she agreed. I also reminded her

three days before. However, when that day came, my wife

forgot about our agreement. I was in the painting room

and my wife interrupted me, telling me that she needed

me to give our daughter a bath because she spilled

milk all over herself and couldn't do it. because she

had to wash the dishes. It was annoying but whatever.

Crap happens. Later on when I was playing video games

my wife tells me our son needs help for his

math homework. I ask her why she cannot help him

herself and she said it's because she has some work

to do. This work was actually her best friend coming

over and chatting for an hour. This really pissed me

off so after I helped my son and the best

friend left I told my wife that I'm leaving the

house for 4-5 hours. She asked me where I was going.

I told her I'm just gonna chill in the park

and do whatever. But then she said she needs me

to help out with the chores and with the kids.

I told her that today was my day off from

all work, including housework, and it's her job to babysit

the kids on this day before I left the house.

When I came back, she was acting cold and called

me an a-hole for just abandoning her and the kids.

I think she's being dramatic, but when I spoke to

my sister, she said parenting is a 24-7 job. so

reddit am i the a-hole and here ripe stars let

me know in the comments what you think about this

do you think op is being the a-hole here or

not comment number one i'm gonna be downvoted to hell

but you all need to hear this no one can

be a parent 24 7 it's just not possible you

do need breaks from time to time you are only

human you will break before your children do trust me

This community has unrealistic expectations for parents. He just wanted

a day to himself. That's all. He's not evil. He's

not lazy. He is not a deadbeat dad. He is

just tired. Now, my judgment depends on if you give

your wife a day to unwind herself, too. She also

needs days off from being a parent from time to time.

If you don't let her, then you are the a-hole.

And by the way, ripe stars, I think that OP

mentioned in the beginning that the wife frequently, or at

least a couple of times per year... goes on these

girl traps and surely OP takes care of the kids

when that happens. So clearly OP is giving the wife

this time to unwind herself that this person talked about. However,

it seems like that the wife is not giving the

same time to her husband. It almost feels like she

expects him to work 24-7 and not have any downtime. Anyway,

comment number two, this subreddit loves to crap on husbands

who work themselves to the ground and still are expected

to do equal share of chores at home when their

wives are stay-at-home moms. Not the a-hole, this is absolutely

unfair to you. Enough of this BS, honestly. If he

works 60 hours per week, he needs some rest so

he can go back to the grind and the least

she can do is not expect him to do 50-50

when he is around. Even worse, he is happy to

do it but needed one day once in a blue moon.

One effing day. Screw me, where's the equality? Comment number three,

not the a-hole. I've had similar experiences other than the

term babysitting, which I assume due to language differences. You

communicated it clearly and she didn't respect it. If I

say to my wife, hey, are you cool if Saturday

I just game all day and you watch the kids?

And she says yes, I assume she's gonna make arrangements

to keep the kids occupied, which is not difficult. Also,

we are both gamers when Hogwarts Legacy came out. She

asked if she could have a weekend just to play it.

I took the four kids to the park both days.

And yeah, RipeStarsOP definitely needs to communicate this with his

wife because I also feel like that this is not

exactly a fair situation. And the next Reddit story starts

like this. So I work for a pretty decent restaurant.

It's no five Michelin star restaurant, but it's enough to

be considered a pretty classy place. It's one of those

classy places with a maitre d' that potters about the

restaurant to ensure the customer is getting the best service possible.

I myself was a simple waiter, though I had been

working at the restaurant for a year or so while

I worked towards various hospitality qualifications. My dream was to

own a world-class hotel. I know, why would I be

working in a restaurant then, but when you work hospitality

with that goal in mind, you have to have some

passing knowledge of a lot of areas umbrellaed under the

hospitality profession. So far, I had worked at a fairground

theme park, an older people's home, and now a restaurant.

It sounds a lot, but most of these places I

only worked for a season or two and then moved

on to gain experience elsewhere. With my studies coming to

a head I was looking at jobs more geared towards

the sort of thing I was looking for and in

this case I was a waiter in a top restaurant.

The Karen in question was the manager and she had

a huge problem with me from the get go. I

don't think she liked me because I was not in

it for the long haul as she would put it.

Karen expected people to be 100% committed to the job.

She hates seasonal workers and college students who are only

looking to earn a weekly income to help pay their

way through college. We have a lot of them, and

our general turnaround is quite high because of this. Normally

wait staff will last a year or two and I

was no different so she hated me. So anyways, the

owner of the restaurant wanted to push us onto the

next star so he spent a lot of time talking

about the restaurant and the kitchen, trying to figure out

where the best places were for improvement. He thought the

best way to do this was to work different jobs

and see how things were done directly rather than rely

on the feedback of managers and stuff. I don't know why,

I just guess he was a very hands-on person, which

is strange because I had rarely ever seen him about

the restaurant. It might have been for this reason that

the owner decided to work. It was all good fun.

When we got briefed the owner was doing this, it

was a very tense time and people were panicking and

getting stressed making sure everything was perfectly presented and stuff.

So we were run off our feet almost constantly and

we were working pretty long shifts to get everything ready.

Now I know what you're thinking. If the owner was

this active before they started to work the restaurant, then

why did not Karen know? Well, Karen has the habit

of saving up all her holiday so that she can

spend nearly a full month away sunning herself in the

Maldives or something. She was not stupid about it though.

She would always go during the off-peak season, which was

normally over the months leading up to Christmas. My guess

was always because people did not have money left as

it was all spent on the festive season. The owner

also thought this was the best time to do his study,

as it would be the least busy and the least

bit disruptive. The weeks go by and the owner working

the restaurant was actually a lot of fun. He was

a very down-to-earth person and absolutely loved talking to all

the customers and ensured everyone was enjoying their time, including

all the staff. Looking back on it now, I think

it was one of the most fun times I ever

had at work. The owner even went as far as

to do a shift or two in each of the

positions from dishwashing, watering, chopping vegetables and taking out the rubbish.

He was really hands-on and loved everything he was doing.

At least it seemed that way. He might have just

been a really cheery person even when angry and upset. Well,

by the time Karen returned to work, the owner was

playing the role of Maître D so that he could

potter about the restaurant and interact with all the customers

to find out what they thought of the place and

get general feedback. Karen however did not like this one bit.

When her shift started she was giving huge amounts of

evil looks to the owner like she does with all

new staff members she has never seen before and she

did not let up on the hazing all night seeing

how far she could push the new member of staff.

The owner being the person he was played along for

a little bit all in a bit to understand how

the restaurant operated and things started to feel a lot

like that show Undercover Boss. The rest of the members

of the staff were all laughing and whispering behind Karen's

back placing bets on when they thought Karen was going

to realize she was being a bit of a dick

to the owner of the restaurant. Karen found out in

the worst possible way, however, and all the fun and

games stopped abruptly. The owner, not wishing to play Karen's

games anymore, went back to playing the Metro D and

was basically talking and having a laugh with a lot

of the customers through the course of the night. Karen

was not happy and tried to get the owner to

do the dishes in the kitchen. There was also some

backhanded comment about the way Karen was addressing the owner.

You would have thought that by then the Karen might

realize that something was up, but nope, I was set

in the staff room taking my break, there was about

an hour or so left of the evening, when the

owner came in to also have a quick five minute break.

Karen burst into the room right after, guns blazing, taking

no prisoners. She ranted on at the owner calling him

a good-for-nothing self-entitled slacker and that he was fired as

soon as his shift was over. The owner took it

in his stride, bless him, let Karen rant and rave

and when she was finally done, the owner, cool as

a cucumber, said, Are you done? I think you're done.

I don't want you working here anymore. Oh my god.

Karen's face went bright and she swelled up with such

a rage I thought she was gonna burst. And burst

she did. There was a horrendous crack of noise as

Karen slapped the owner around the face. It was so bad,

even I could feel it. The owner looks at me

and says completely deadpan OP call the police for me.

In the interim, the owner and Karen continued to argue

for something like an hour, almost when the police finally

showed up. If they hadn't shown up when they did,

I felt sure Karen was gonna reach for the kitchen

knives or something. It was not a fun time listening

to those two and being caught in the middle of it.

In the end, the police had to drag Karen from

the premises. I wish I could say that was the

end of it, that Karen got fired and the restaurant

went back to business as usual or something, but what

followed was a month or so of inquests and inquiries

as the owner, was not one to take a slap

to the face lying down, apparently. Being the only witness

to the happenings in the break room, I was called

up in court to give evidence a few times and

I must admit I was really scared. In the end,

Karen had to pay the owner a hefty fine. The

owner also get a restraining order on Karen, which meant

she pretty much could not set foot on the road

the restaurant was on, It was about 50 meters of shops,

a hairdresser and a pizza place, and Karen got her

mugshot put up in the staff room, and in big

bold letters was a note that said, If you see

this woman on the premises, you have my permission to

slap her. And it was signed with the owner's name.

And yeah, Ripe Stars, if you ever worked at a

job where the manager was an absolute Karen, please let

us know about it in the comments. I would love

to hear. The next one is titled Take Care of

My Kid. So background, I'm a mom, I have a

70-year-old boy, and I just went back to school last month.

Right now, I need to study a lot, and I

deal with a lot of guilt about not having as

much time with my son anymore. So, to kill two

birds with one stone, I took my son to Science

World this past weekend and brought my books to study

while my son was exploring independently. After we spent two

hours on exhibits together, my son was settled in on

a sensory activity where he ended up playing for about

an hour. This was exactly what I was hoping for,

so I took a seat with an eyeshot and pulled

out my laptop and textbook and I started cramming. I

was doing well in getting through the content when this

strange little spawn started scaling my leg and decided my

laptop was perfect to play with. Big hell no from me.

Number one, brand new laptop that cost half my monthly rent.

Number two, strange germ factory on my lap during the

tail end of a pandemic. Number three, not my kid,

not my damn job. Unfortunately, his mom was the kind

that has no clue about social expectations and acted like

her convenience trumps all. So when I asked her to

remove the kid who was close enough to climb up

into my uterus, she said, oh, it's okay. Yep, it's okay. See,

I'm going to school for healthcare. And the content that

I was studying was just a thing boys giggle about.

So this three or four year old boy got a

lesson on the lower digestive tract. He learned about the

Bristol stool chart and a whole lot of terminology, which

I made sure he knew before our goodbyes. About 15

minutes pass and I told him to go tell mommy

what he learned. Now, anyone who knows kids knows that

at this age, they have no volume control and are

completely without shame. And they love fart talk. So what

did this sweet boy effing scream at his mom in

this full-to-capacity quiet zone? Mom, I learned about poop and anuses.

Did you know an anus is a muscle that you

have an anus too? I'm quite certain they both learned

something from that. And yeah, ripe stars, I would say

that was textbook malicious petty revenge. Anyway, the next one

is titled, He Thought I Cannot Do My Job. Back

in 2006, I worked for one of those big box

stores that had an IT desk formerly known as Nerd Herd.

where people could bring devices in to get serviced if

there was a problem. We were located in Columbus, GA,

which is right over a bridge from Phoenix City, AL.

That's important because where our store was placed, we would

normally get a lot of servicemen and women coming up

from Fort Benning, who were generally pretty cool. But we

would also get folks mostly from Alabama, who were, let's

just say, slightly unfavorable to folks of a certain skin

color or gender. No offense to those who live in Alabama,

who are totally awesome, you know who you are. Anyway,

I'm a 5'1 girl who at the time weighed a

total of 120 pounds soaking wet. I was practically a hobbit.

I was also one of the lead technicians in their department.

I was the one the new hires went to if

they were confused or couldn't troubleshoot certain problems. The team

I worked with was amazing, the general manager of the

store was great and the supervisor of my department was

the man. I would regularly go out for drinks with

these people, one of the best places I've ever worked

even though it was retail. Well, then one day I'm

working the counter to check customers in and do evaluations

and diagnostics to give an estimate of what the repair

price would be. In comes, let's call him Joe. He

wore a cut-off t-shirt, worn denim jeans and a baseball

cap with a confederate flag on it that just barely

covered his business in the front, party in the back haircut.

I'm not one to judge on looks. I've had plenty

of people come in looking exactly the same way this

guy did, who have been an absolute delight to work with.

Never judge a book by its cover kits. But I

still have my defenses up just in case. I really

hoped it wasn't going to go the not-so-friendly route. I

was unfortunately wrong about Dear Joe. Joe walks up to

the counter with his PC tower and practically slams the

unit on the desk. Joe. I need this fixed. It's broken. Me. Okay, sir.

Let me have a look and I'll see if I can...

Joe cuts me off and stares at me with a

disgusted look on his face. Joe. Excuse me? Me. If

you give me a moment, sir, I'll be able to

take a look at your computer and... Joe. Ah, hell no.

It was at this point that I realized where this

was inevitably going to go wrong. Me. Unfortunately, sir, I

won't be able to give you an estimate if you

don't let me diagnose your computer. Joe, there's no way

in hell a woman knows about computers. I'm not letting

you touch my computer. Get me the manager. Oh yes,

I thought. This is going to be awesome. I'm sure

he wanted to talk to the general manager of the store,

but I could not resist. Cue the malicious compliance. I

could have pulled the I'm the manager thing because I

was one of the senior staff, but my direct boss

was actually out back working on repair projects and I

couldn't help but get excited about how this was going

to go down. me as lovely as sweet tea of

course sir right away sir mike my supervisor the guy

who ran our department and not the general manager of

the store was elbow deep in a motherboard replacement and

when i walked in i gave him the biggest crap

eating grin me hey mike there's a guy out there

asking for the manager he looks at me confused because

he was just a supervisor but I then proceeded to

tell him exactly what was waiting for him out front.

His face split into the brightest smile, and he then

proceeded to walk out to the front. Have I mentioned

that Mike is a 6'3, 280 pounds black man who

looked like he could eat a Mack truck for lunch?

He was such a big lovable teddy bear. We all

adored him, and the moment Mike stepped out, the customer

freaked out. Mike, hello sir, I hear there's a problem.

Joe lost it. It started with a F no before

devolving into a racist tirade that I have never witnessed

before in my life. I'm from Massachusetts, so this was

awful yet amazing to watch, like a car crash. I

just couldn't look away. Not that we have no racism

in the Northeast, but damn, Joe kept screaming using the

nastiest slur, you know the one, over and over again

while staff and customers alike watched in blatant horror. Security

ended up having to come over to try to calm

the man down. Our entire security team was black as well,

so naturally, Joe even went more crazy. Eventually, the police

had to be called because the man was threatening me,

calling me a C-U-N-T and a B-I-T-C-H and threatening security

and my boss, using that word that is not okay.

My general manager got called out of his office and

immediately called the police to have the man removed. God

bless whichever dispatcher who received the call was because they

dispatched two black officers to the scene. Me and my

general manager were literally the only white people involved in

this train wreck aside from bigoted Joe and I watched

with unbridled glee as Joe was handcuffed and taken away

by the police. Watching Joe foam at the mouth as

he was dragged away made my whole week. Thank you

for the entertainment, bigoted Joe. And yeah, ripe stars, while

I gotta say it is definitely entertaining to see racists

getting what they deserve, I wish situations like these would

not happen anymore in 2023. But I suppose as long

as humanity exists, racism to some capability probably exists as well.

As sad as it is. Some people are just stuck

in this stupid mindset. Anyway, the next one is an M.I.D.A.

whole story. I work in a place where we are

not allowed to have personal electronics on us at all.

No phones, no smartwatches, no pagers. I've been working here

for about six months, so my wife knows this and

understands that she shouldn't try to contact me by my

cell at work. Phones are dropped off in our lockers

and I typically have mine on don't disturb. Before this

incident my phone has never gone off in the locker before.

Recently there was a pretty big fire at a secondary

work site that I do work at occasionally but that

day I was working at the main building. Local news

covered the fire before I found out about it because

again no electronics plus the work we do isolates us

a bit so news travels pretty slowly. There were a

few casualties, a lot of seriously injured folk. My wife

had been watching the news from home and started freaking out,

I guess. She called me 20 freaking times, which, and

I didn't know this was possible, overrode my D &

D and my phone was ringing for a while in

my locker. In the middle of my shift, I got

called into my manager's office and was chewed out and

written up for my phone making too much noise. They

told me to go take care of whatever it was

making my phone go off before I went back to work.

I won't lie, when I saw those 20 missed calls

from my wife, I was seriously pissed off. Like I said,

she knows not to try to contact me directly, and

a citation hurt my chances of getting a raise or promotion.

I called her back and she was sobbing and asking

me if I was okay. I said of course I

was okay and asked what the F was wrong with

her to call me so many times. She was still

crying and started talking about the fire. After that, I

started half yelling at her about all the reasons it

was dumb of her to call me. When I got home,

she was super upset with me. I apologized for yelling,

but she refused to talk. She's been very chilly the

past few days and sleeping in our daughter's room. I

know it was not the best decision to yell at her,

but I still think my anger is justified. Number one,

she knows I don't work in the secondary worksite very often.

And number two, she knows that I cannot be contacted

directly and she could have just called the office. Number three,

20 calls is absolutely insane. Am I the a-hole here?

And yeah, ripe stars, let us know what you think

about this in the comments. Do you think OP is

being the a-hole here or not? Also, just have your

phone on silent and then it won't matter how many

times people call or text you. And you're upset that

she was checks notes concerned about you? Do you not

understand human emotions? She was panicking. She wasn't thinking about

your possible promotion. She was thinking that you could be

seriously hurt or even dead. All she wanted to do

in that moment was hear your voice and hear it

tell her that you're okay and that you love her

and you will be safe. But instead, when she finally does,

she hears it berate her and call her dumb. That

being said, your employees are the biggest a-holes going, your

place of work is on fire and they don't say, hey,

go let your loved ones know that you're okay. Who

wants to work for such psychopaths? And the next Reddit

story starts like this. I work as a paramedic and

I learned early on that if I was going to

be able to deal with the stress of the job,

I needed a hobby. I saved up to buy a

vintage car that was in bad shape and spent every

moment I had working to restore it to former glory.

Once I finished said car, I managed to actually sell

it for a profit, even though that was never the plan.

From that moment, I became obsessed with restoring old cars

and then selling them. Most of the money I made

just went into getting even cooler cars for restoration. Years

went by like this and the only issue I ever

had was my neighbor. Now, this woman was a nightmare

and you could tell that from a mile away. With

all the perfume she wore, you could also smell her

a mile away. She was a Karen if I ever

saw one and I think that name is appropriate for

this story. Now, Karen complained about every single thing, but

the second there was a complaint about her, she would

get defensive. With me, her thing was complaining about my hobby,

and I had a conversation like this one many times

before things escalated to a breaking point. Karen... What is

it with all of that damn noise? I told you

a million times that if you're going to work on

those disgusting things to do it quietly. Me, there's no

quiet way to do restoration work. Plus, I don't actually

have to listen to a word you say, especially over

my tools. Well, the city will care when I get

them to kick you out for violating city ordinances. Me,

I don't work on them at night or early mornings.

I don't even do them on Sunday as a courtesy

to the neighborhood. If you want to mess with me,

I can make this thing a whole lot louder. Karen,

you're a disgrace to the entire neighborhood. You have zero

class or dignity for yourself or anybody around you. Me,

unlike you? With a different guy sneaking out every morning

when your son is at his dad's place? They seem

to be kind of old too. Would hate for it

to get around that you might be a gold digger

with no class or dignity. I put my headphones back

on and turned on my tools to get to work.

I get excited about a lot of restorations, but for this,

I was restoring a beautiful 1977 Chevrolet C30. The truck

was actually in okay condition compared to other things I

have restored. The base frame and everything was in great shape,

it was just everything else that was a mess. I

got it on a pretty good deal too for only $ 3, 000. Now,

I don't blame Karen for not knowing jack about cars.

Some people have no interest in them and just see

old cars as worthless. Her complaining I could handle, since

I had enough to throw it back in her face

when she wanted to start things with me. Instead, she

did something incredibly dumb and managed to get her 16-year-old

kid involved, which made it that much worse. Once the

truck was finished, I was posting pictures online to see

what kind of bits I could get on it. I

never expected to hear the engine starting up in the

two minutes I went into the house. I ran out

and saw that Karen was sitting in my truck with

her son at the wheel. I guess he was trying

to drive it, but clearly had no idea how to

work a stick shift. Again, I don't blame him for

not knowing, and his mother yelling at him to drive

from the passenger seat would not help anything either. I

went right up to them and started yelling at Karen,

asking her what the F she was thinking getting into

that truck. Her response was actually hilarious to me, looking back,

not so much in the moment. She claimed that her

son needed to learn to drive a stick shift and

an old crappy truck was the perfect thing to practice in.

Not a care in the world that she didn't have permission.

By this point, the son had gotten out of the

truck and Karen moved into the driver's seat. He was

apologizing to me and I could see that he was upset.

He was told that they had permission and he did

not even want to learn to drive the truck. I

don't blame kids for things that are the fault of

the parents even if they are 16. So then I

told Karen to get the hell out of my truck

or I was gonna call the police. I was furious

that she would plan to do something like this and

not care if the truck got ruined in the process.

She didn't move so I got on the phone to

call the police. She did not even wait for me

to be off the phone before she managed to get

the truck moving forward and turning it right at me.

I had to dive out of the way and I'll

admit that I screamed like a little girl. The police

were still on the phone and had no idea what

was happening. I told them that she just tried to

run me over with the truck but she was not

even close to being done yet. She turned the truck

around again and went forward right through my living room window.

I was just screaming even when the police arrived. They

had to calm me down and separate me from Karen

because they knew I was just about ready to kill her.

The truck was ruined and my house now had a

huge hole in it. They were arresting Karen since she

was still in the truck and asking the son questions.

He told the truth about what happened and was still

apologizing for being in the truck to begin with. I

was asked if I wanted to press charges against her

and you can bet that I did. I wanted money

back for the truck value, the house repairs and that

was just the start of it. She was being charged

with attempted murder from trying to hit me with the truck.

I don't know if it was her idea or her

lawyer's but she spent the entire court case trying to

play the victim. Like she was just a poor single

mom trying to give her son everything and I was

this evil man who had everything in his life already.

It did not matter really who came up with the

idea because the result was not good. She was found

guilty and sent to jail. Not to mention that she

was forced to pay me the cost of the truck

since it was now totaled and their home repairs as well.

I guess somebody should have warned her that once restored,

that truck was worth around $ 25, 000. As for the kid,

I honestly don't know what happened to him since it

was not my business. My best guess is that his

dad got custody and he did not need to deal

with his mom anymore. In my mind, I did him

a favor by making sure that he wouldn't get roped

into any more of her stupid schemes. You can also

be sure that any leftover money I had went into

buying a new vintage car so I could start the

restoration process all over again. And yeah, ripe stars, I

gotta say, restoring old cars, or probably rather motorcycles in

my case, is really an awesome hobby. If I ever

have a lot of free time in the future, that

is certainly one of the hobbies that I will start.

The next one is titled, Don't be rude to your servers.

A while ago, I was working for a popular restaurant chain.

I was a bartender there, but frequently picked up serving shifts. Often,

I was responsible for training our new employees, and honestly,

I preferred training them so they knew how to do

their job properly. As such, I pretty much was responsible

for training the majority of our new hires, And because

I spent their first few weeks at their site, I

felt responsible for them. Anyway, one particular server that I

had was this sweet boy who was great with customers

and would literally bend over backwards to please someone. I

don't know if I've met anyone who cared about others

like this guy since. As such, I felt particularly protective

over this boy. One particular shift, I was bartending and

he was serving a larger party that had been set

near my bar. I could overhear everything that was happening

while he was serving them. The lady who I assumed

was the head of the party would not give this

kid a break and was constantly talking over him, asking

for things that we never had on the menu. Of

course claiming that she had it last time. Giving him

attitude for these non-existent items basic entitled customer nonsense. I

could see this server was visibly becoming flustered with the table,

but unfortunately in food that's what you have to learn

to deal with. The turning point for me was when

she snapped at the server over a birthday song. Our

establishment does not sing happy birthday to tables, however, we

do offer a free sundae. The server explained this, but

she was not having it. He even very politely offered

to sing, but warned her it would only be him singing,

as the other servers wouldn't likely join in. She was

incredibly rude to him about this, and I was behind

the bar fuming. As he finally goes to ring in

their entree order, she rudely asks him for another mojito,

saying that I hadn't made it properly. Another thing to

note is that our location is next to a hockey stadium,

so based on whether we have a game or not,

we will prepare drinks in different glasses. I had not

been thinking and had made the drink in the wrong glass,

so of course I was fine remaking it in the

proper glass. She might have been a bee, but I

did use the wrong glass for a non-game day. Apparently

she thought she deserved more alcohol since I made a mistake.

She sent the drink back and ordered my server to

tell me to give her more liquor. One thing you

never tell a bartender, make my drink stronger. So of

course I remade her drink with zero alcohol except for

two drops of rum down her sip's straw. She certainly

enjoyed her stronger drink and even ordered two more. I

hope you enjoyed paying almost 30 bucks for three drinks

with maybe a quarter ounce of liquor all together. Do

not mess with my servers or insult my drinks. And also,

just in general, keep in mind, don't be a douchebag

to others and things like this won't happen to you.

Props to OP for handling the situation the way he did. Anyway,

the next one is titled Don't Steal Parking Spaces. I

work in a place with a deeded garage parking, had

one sweet old lady, I will call her Granny, who

owned a Mini Cooper. Another couple who rented a unit

didn't have a parking spot and took to planting their

economy car in her spot. When Granny complained, the renters

would just say they were entitled because there were so

many empty parking places that Granny could park somewhere else.

By the way, what the heck do they not get

about deeded parking? Anyway, this continued until the day the

sweet old lady decided to be not so sweet. Pulled

her car in front of the two renters' cars and

parked bumper to bumper. She put a note on their

car saying, parking in this space is $ 150 a day,

please leave a check with the concierge. So the two

renters showed up at my desk complaining about their car

being blocked off and actually expected me to tow Granny's

car off. I had to re-explain that deeded parking meant

that I could not tow a car from Granny's spot

anymore Then I could rearrange furniture in her apartment. It

is her land. She owns it. You abandoned your car

on her property. Just talk to granny. So after 20

minutes or so of the renters complaining, I called granny

even though it was early in the morning. She came

down to the desk in her house coat and slippers

with her dog in tow. They begged her to move

her car. Granny told them it would be 150 bucks.

Leave the check with the concierge. They kept complaining. And

then she told them it would be an extra 50

bucks for waking her up in the morning. because they

claimed an emergency. Then they asked her how long before

she left the garage. Granny told them... Dearies, I'm retired.

I will leave my spot when I'm ready. And the

price just went up to 150 a day, plus 50

for waking me. And that will be in cash. Leave

the envelope with the concierge. I'm walking my dog and

I will move my car when I have your rental

fee in hand. Not only did the renters not park

in her spot anymore, but word got around and I

didn't have to deal with that issue for another two years.

And yeah, ripe stars, we all know, never mess with

a grandma. These entitled idiots got exactly what they deserved. Anyway,

the next one is a wedding drama story. Posted with

permission from user Nachtjäger68. Part 1. The wedding we wanted

and had. My lady wife is the anti-Karen, the anti-Brightzilla.

On our first date, she fanned out a stack of

restaurant coupons and said, where do you want to take me?

We picked Pizza Hut. Her engagement ring is a heart-shaped

amethyst with two little diamond chips. I bought it at Kmart.

She cherishes it. Her wedding dress didn't come from a

bridal shop. It came from the Sears catalog. It's a

very simple white lace straight T-length dress with a cream underdress.

Would not be out of place at an afternoon tea.

I bought my three-piece navy pinstripe suit since I needed

a suit anyway, and we wore the same clothes with

different accessories to a costume party as a 1920s gangster

and his mall. We had the wedding at our church.

Our pastor was the real deal. He blessed the rings

and when we handed them back, they were ice cold.

We exchanged the old wedding vows, think King's James Bible style.

My lady wife nixed the obey though. A couple of

my buddies found out the last minute that they could

make it and showed up. So after we said our vows,

they pulled out words and made an impromptu arch for

us to walk under. My wife's friends were upset and

started yelling, Nobody told us to bring our swords! Yeah,

major sci-fi fantasy D & D medieval geeks on both

sides of the aisle. The reception was in the community

room at the volunteer fire department I belonged to. Nothing fancy,

but so informal and chill and practically free. A local

supermarket with an awesome hot food bar catered. Everybody had

so much fun. My boss's boss, a good friend, gorgeous blonde,

showed up in her little black dress and appropriately flirted

with my buddies. I don't think anybody will forget the

pillow mint fight that broke out. A few of my

wife's older relatives seemed sort of confused at the antics

at first, but ended up having a blast. My father-in-law

had set a rough budget for the wedding in his head.

My lady wife came in way under that, so he

gave us the difference in cash at the reception. He

was already paying for the honeymoon as his wedding present

to us. Honeymoon was within a day's drive and was

a huge deal for what we got. My lady wife

remembers the complete total spent by us and father-in-law as

around $ 2, 000 in 1992, which included the honeymoon. So under 4,500

bucks today. 32 years together, 31 years married this October.

Next anniversary, I'm going to take a page from my

granddad and raise a toast to five years of wedded bliss.

Part number two, the attempted hijacking. So when my lady

wife announced our engagement, one of her co-workers, not even

a friend, apparently got wedding rabies. She was so happy

and went over the top offering to help. my lady

wife was doing the tiny amount of wedding planning that

was needed see above as her moh lived in new

jersey we are in upstate new york and had two

kids to look after co-workers insisted that it was not

fair to my wife that the moh was not doing

the wedding planning and by the way ripe stars please

correct me if i'm wrong but i think moh is

the abbreviation for mate of honor Anyway, she kept trying

to insert herself as the wedding planner. Nice of her

to offer. But she wanted to arrange our wedding the

way she wanted it. Whiskey, tango, foxtrot? No, we didn't

want frou-frou centerpiece thingies or any of that nonsense. Coworker,

not knowing my wife well, of course had zero clue

what our tastes are. my wife's maid of honor was

already making custom silk flowers for us and the tables

as a wedding present. I think the co-worker was delusional

enough to think she could weasel her way into being MOH.

My wife kept politely but firmly shutting her down. The

last straw was when the co-worker called me to tell

me about the surprise bridal shower she was throwing for

my wife so I could get her there. Oh hell no!

First my wife was already going to have a bridal shower,

At our house, father-in-law and I went down to the

fire hall and watched baseball. Second, my wife hates surprise parties.

Number three, my wife would never have picked that restaurant.

An overpriced steakhouse is the absolute last restaurant we would

ever pick. Fourth, who the heck was co-worker planning on inviting?

She did not know any of my wife's friends. So

my wife shut that down hard. She immediately called co-worker

and told her off. No meltdown, no yelling, no screaming,

no bad language or insults, just pure anger as hot

and bright as a welder's torch. Tears from coworker. Boo hoo,

I was just trying to help! Nope. Denied. We joke

that you need to keep my lady wife away from

breakable objects when she's angry, Cities, mountain ranges, that kind

of fragile stuff. Drama over and the wedding happened. And

the next one is an M.I.D.A. whole story. My wife

and I recently found out we are having a daughter.

We had not really talked about names before, but we

both agreed that each of us will retain veto power.

When we did start discussing names, both of us wanted

to name her after our late mothers. Her mom's name

was Karen and my mom's name was not a meme.

I told her the baby can take my mom's name

as her first name and her mother's name as a

middle name or have an entirely different name. But I

cannot okay Karen as a first name in any case.

She got offended because she just wants to honor her

mother and thinks I have a problem with that. I

just don't want to set up our daughter to be

bullied throughout her life. I told her I would be

fine with whatever first name she picks as long as

it doesn't lead to the baby. being picked on later

in life, but she is pretty insistent on Karen. And yeah,

ripe stars, let me know what you think about this

in the comments. I mean, to be honest, I'm not

exactly sure if OP's wife is familiar with the whole

Karen meme. If we assume she isn't and we just

look at this from an outsider's lens that is not

familiar with the internet at all, then it seems very

insensitive from OP. But then again, if we look at

it from OP's perspective, he's not trying to insult his

wife or her mom's legacy or whatever. He's just worried

about the kid getting bullied later, which is probably a

high chance of that happening. Since number one, we all

know kids can be incredibly cruel, especially in school. And

right now, the Karen meme is just really hot on

the internet. So, suffice to say, sadly, I would probably

also not name my kid Karen, even though I actually

really like the name. It's a cool name. Anyway, comment

number one, not the a-hole, it was a normal name,

now it is a joke. Imagine baby Karen. People are

gonna make jokes all her life. Comment number two, I

personally feel like the Karen thing will die off one day.

and our children's generation will likely not know anything about it. However,

I can see where you still would be adamant about

not wanting to name her that. There's a bit of

a stigma around that name today. I think you guys

should take a different route in name picking and just

steer clear of tribute naming. Good luck, NTA. Update to

the story, wow, I didn't expect this to blow up.

I thought I would delete this since the issue is

pretty much resolved now, but you guys are clearly enjoying it,

so I thought I would provide an update. Basically, we

had a talk about this and why she had such

an emotional reaction to my veto, Ever since her mom

died suddenly when she was only 14, she wanted to

name her first daughter after her, and she did not

really ever consider that the meme might be a potential obstacle.

By that point, I had thought about it for a

while and realized that, as many of the comments have

pointed out, Karen likely won't be a meme by the

time she is old enough to feel its impact. So

I told her I will recant my veto but we

should still reconsider it because it still has potential complications

and we might just come up with a better tribute.

While exchanging ideas we realized that both our mothers, very coincidentally,

had the exact same middle name, Elizabeth. Well, mine had

two middle names and Elizabeth was one of them, but still.

It seemed completely perfect to both of us, so we

are going with it. Thanks for all your input. And

the next Reddit story starts like this. I, female 28,

live with my boyfriend, male 31, in a pretty... average neighborhood.

We get along with most of the neighbors, but there

is one woman that seems to have constant issues with

us over nothing. I'm gonna call her Karen, and while

my guess is that she's in her 50s, she is

the type to slather herself with makeup in an attempt

to make herself look younger. Sadly, for everybody that has

to look at her, it does not work. Now, Karen

is not our neighbor. In fact, she doesn't even live

on our block. She lives two blocks away from us,

and it took us a while to figure that out.

We had no idea where she was coming from, because

we knew everybody on our block, and none of them

were her. It was only when we were walking our

dog one day that we saw her leave the house

and we figured out how she didn't even live near us. Honestly,

she could have lived her life and probably not even

run into us very often. We were avoidable, but she

wanted to put herself into our path just so she

could have something to complain about. Once again, it took

time to figure out exactly what her problems were with us,

but it all made sense when you take two of

the conversations we had with her. The first was about

our relationship. Karen, you know that you really shouldn't flaunt it.

The children around here might get the wrong idea. Me,

flaunt what exactly? Karen, everybody can see that you don't

have a ring on your finger. Living with a man

before being married is just telling kids it's okay to

run out and have sex with anybody they want. Me,

not really. And also, kids don't pay attention to if

people are wearing wedding rings, really. In fact, I don't

think most adults even notice or care. My parents have

been married for 35 years and they don't wear their

rings most of the time. Karen, that explains how you

can walk around without any shame. Bad parenting. The second

more relevant to the story conversation happened a few months later.

At that point, I was avoiding her because I wanted

to smack her stupid face after insulting my parents. Karen,

I noticed that you have a black walnut tree in

your yard. Me, yeah, it was one thing we loved

when buying the house. It's apparently really old. Karen, you

don't deserve that tree, you know. Boyfriend, excuse me? Karen,

you heard me. That is an old American tree. People

like you think you have any right to claim it.

And right there was when the other shoe dropped. My

boyfriend and I are both of Hispanic descent. And sorry guys,

I had to censor something there because OP was giving

too much personal info away. And I wouldn't want to

dox OP on the internet. Or rather on YouTube. Anyway,

we have zero accent, so she just saw darker skin

and her racism alarm went off. Me, look lady, I've

been patient with you. First, your comments about our relationship

and now you're talking crap about our race. If you

wanted the tree for yourself, then maybe you should have

bought the house. America runs on capitalism and we had

the money, so we got to buy the property. Karen,

how dare you speak to me that way? Boyfriend, how

dare you speak to us that way? In fact, don't

speak to us at all, please. We then walked away

before she could really go full Karen mode and call

the cops on us or something like that. We figured

that it would be the end or even more of

the same BS from her. What we did not expect

was for her to wait until we were both gone

for the day in order to have our tree cut down.

Turns out, in her mind, if somebody white could not

have it, nobody could. We are both nurses at a hospital,

and when shifts line up, we can be out of

the house for up to 16 hours straight. This gave

her more than enough time to do what she wanted

and believe she actually would get away with it. This

is modern times we live in, and security cameras seem

to be almost a requirement now. Between people stealing packages

of porches to people trespassing on property... they keep finding uses.

For us, it was that Karen was seen directing a

couple of men to cut down the tree on our property.

We got home and didn't actually notice until the next

day because we just got into bed and collapsed. I

do want to break away from the story and going

in order just for one second to tell you all

the most ironic thing. We did not find out until

way later, But to get the tree cut down, she

did not get something like a professional or anything. I

don't know if this is everywhere in the country or not,

but there are stores you can see people that are

usually Hispanic waiting to see if anybody will pick them

up for a job that pays in cash. So yeah,

Karen complained about my boyfriend and I being Hispanic and

in the country, while at the same time hiring Hispanic

people working under the table to do a job for her.

The only thing better would be if Karen understood why

that was ironic. Or even what the word ironic meant. Okay,

back to the normal timeline of events. So we got

a lawyer and wanted to sue her for trespassing on

our land and illegally cutting down the tree. It turns

out that the tree we had was not just old.

It was really old. Like it has been around for

centuries and should never have gotten cut down kind of old.

We were able to get an appraisal of what it

was worth and was told that the tree would be

worth $ 35, 000. We sent that report to our lawyer and

waited while he contacted Karen's lawyer to see if she

was going to give us the money. She refused of

course and things had to go all the way to

court in order for us to get the money. Now,

trespassing and destroying the tree was not the kind of

thing that would land Karen in jail or anything. It

was minor in the grand scheme of crimes, and she

basically was just ordered to pay us the money that

the tree was supposedly worth. We also got a restraining

order against her due to the general harassment and trespassing

of her. Since she is two blocks away, we don't

run into her naturally, and it makes my point before

of her being able to avoid us even stronger. I

don't think she's going to speak to us again, and

I can only thank God for that. Or, well, in

this case, the judge for the restraining order. It's kind

of sad that Tree is gone, because like I said

to Karen, it was one of the nice selling points

of the house. We are just gonna try and move

on from that, though. and tried to settle into the

neighborhood without Karen harassing us. And that if you have

an old tree on your property, it might be worth

more than you or anybody else thinks. And here, ripe stars,

if you get into the unfortunate situation of your neighbor

cutting down your old ancient tree or something, you should

definitely take it further, because that tree could be worth

a lot of money. Honestly, I don't know if anybody

agrees with me, but I think tree lore stories are

some of the best stories on Reddit. And the next

one is a petty revenge story. Last night I was

at work at my family-owned beverage shop. Edit, my family

doesn't own it, poor choice of words, it's owned by

a family though. It's not my favorite job I've ever

had because the customers are incredibly entitled. However, it's a

fairly young business and I've been in customer service long

enough to not give in to spoiled customers just because

they want me to. Anyway, the end of the night

was approaching, beautiful sacred closing time. We had gotten a

decent rush about 20 minutes before we closed at 10pm,

so we were a little cranky about how behind we

were on finishing our task for the night. At 9.55

we are finally getting somewhere with our cleaning when the

phone rings. It sounds like a youngish boy. I would

say 15 at most. He asked what time we closed,

and I responded with my usual, We close at 10

every night, but we'll be open at 11 again tomorrow morning.

That's not working for him. My friends and I really

want some of your drinks, but we cannot be there

by 10. Can we come like 5 minutes after and

still get drinks? I tell him no, the doors get

locked promptly at 10. Oh well, we really want the drinks.

What can you do? I say you can be here

by 10 because I personally will be locking the doors.

We hang up. I know he's going to try to

come in anyway and sure enough at 10.06 my co-workers

and I hear a bunch of banging and rattling on

the closed doors. Yep like three or four high school

aged kids. Sorry we are closed. The chairs are up.

The menu is turned off. Someone is mopping. The doors

are closed. Anytime they catch one of our eyes, which

we all do our best to avoid, they give us

what they think are puppy dog eyes and we laugh

and shake our heads at them. No dice. They keep

assaulting the doors. It's getting annoying so I look up

at them brightly with a big smile and start walking

towards the doors. They start getting excited, thinking they've finally

worn us down. I hold eye contact until I swerve

to the right to turn off all the lights. I

could hear their collective of disappointment through the door. It

felt amazing. They left, I laughed, and I won. And

the next one is an entitled Karen story. A couple

days ago I was getting my nails done at a

local salon. The girls there are amazing and it's just

three of them so they time manage as it goes.

Most people just walk in but most people know if

you do that you will have to wait. They usually

say come back in X amount of time and we'll

be ready for you. I had an appointment and still

ended up waiting a little, no big deal, they were slammed.

In that time three people came in and their names

were written down as next in line. As well as

two girls already waiting next to me, five people after me.

I then finally sit down to get my nails done

and it is a simple manicure with no polish. One

girl was doing pedicures on a couple and the other

had just started a full set. As soon as I

sit down, this teenage girl comes in with her parents

and seats herself at a table without saying anything. Her

parents then walk up to the lady who was doing

my nails and say, I quote, Her flight leaves in

five hours and we have to leave in one to

make it on time. Her nail just broke. Fix it. Rude. So,

so rude. Not to mention there are five people ahead

of her. The nail lady tries to explain that, but

the parents just talk over her and the techs have

a conversation about it in their language. And then the

girl doing my nail nods and says, Okay, when I'm

done with her, I will fix it. Okay, cool, cool.

I proceeded to ask for a dip manicure with nail

art and the deluxe spa package. The hour was up

and the girl and the parents were positively fuming. They

ended up leaving, her nails still broken, my nails look

great and I tipped extra. And the next one is

an HOA MIDA whole story. I, 25 male, own a

lakeside property that was legally and officially given to me

by my parents. I've been living here for six years

and have some great neighbors along with some not so

great ones. Of all my neighbors, I've only ever had

problems with one who lives right next door named Mariette.

She first moved in early this summer as she had

the former house on her property demolished and rebuilt. My

problems started with her over the use of my wood

stove and fireplaces. With the temperatures getting colder I have

started to use them daily. My house is not equipped

with any form of heating outside of the wood stove

and a fireplace. That means that from fall until spring,

I will constantly have them going to keep my place warm.

My family never outfitted the home with anything better because

it was for weekend trips and we would winterize and

leave it when things got cold. My parents thought of

adding oil heating when I moved in, however, I opposed

it because it was a waste of money and didn't

mind splitting logs. Five days ago, after having received my

shipment of logs for the fall, I was approached by

my neighbor Mariette. She came around asking for my parents

to which I said that they don't live here and

that I'm the homeowner. She did not believe me and

said that I was too young to be a homeowner

before leaving. Later that day I heard a knock at

my door and thought it was my girlfriend so I

gave my usual greeting of, hey sweet cheeks, while opening

the door. Unfortunately it was not her and it was

Mariette again so I apologized quickly and asked what she wanted.

Once again, she wanted to speak with my parents, to which,

in a more stern tone, said that I was their homeowner.

This time, she finally got it and said that I

am violating HOA policy by using wood-burning fireplaces indoors and outdoors.

In response, I said that as the new house looks,

I'm not a member of the group and that the

town permits fireplaces and burning yard waste. So that basically

means OP is not a part of this HOA. Anyway,

she then went on to ask why I even needed them,

because they do nothing but harm the environment. I went

on to explain that while the house exterior looks new,

the house actually has been around since 1930 and still

uses a wood stove and fireplace heating. She didn't believe

me yet again and said she would be back with

an inspector. Yesterday, once again, she came with another person

who introduced themselves as an HOA inspector. They tried to

talk about my fireplaces, but I shut them down immediately

and said that I'm not a member of their group.

The guy then tried to lie by saying that the

HOA is in control of all the properties in the area.

I immediately called him out on the lie and said

that he is either lazy or a moron for not

knowing that I'm not with them. We went back and

forth one more time before I told them that I'll

not listen to them and to stuff it and leave.

Am I an a-hole here? And yeah, ripe stars, let

me know in the comments what you think about this.

Is OP being the a-hole or are HOAs just being

HOAs as usual? A user in the comments said, not

the a-hole, if this continues, inform the HOA that if

they continue to arrest you, you have no issues looking

into legal counsel. Also, let your neighbors know that she

is not allowed on your property and if she comes over,

she is trespassing. Comment number two, not the a-hole. It

sounds like she's gonna be a real pain. Much as

I hate to say, it's time to lawyer up or

you're gonna be harassed by her and the HOA. Also,

she's entirely incorrect. A fireplace puts smoke particles into the air,

but as the wood is usually from dead and fallen

trees or trees being cleared for another purpose or sustainably

grown wood, it is actually far more environmentally friendly than

other ways of heating. carbon footprint near zero as opposed

to fossil fuels. You're not dealing with someone who has

a good connection with reality. Just speak with a lawyer

and send a letter to the HOA letting them know

that your neighbor is suing them to harass you, she

has already made them pay for an inspector and that

it may end in legal trouble. As a good neighbor

to the members of the HOA, you hope that this

heads up about her behavior saves them future headaches and costs.

Comment number three, not the a-hole, be prepared to fight

this in court though. It may not come down to it,

but being proactive at this point can only help you.

Get in touch with a lawyer and start keeping meticulous

records of all interactions moving forward. Do not threaten them

with legal action, just keep records and take your lawyer's advice.

And the next Reddit story starts like this. I work

in an industrial area and own my own factory. I

try to cut costs where I can and one way

I found was to do a lot of the transportation myself.

That had led to me owning an 18-wheeler truck and

driving it around a lot for deliveries and such. Most

days I use it as my main transportation to and

from work since I get supplies closer to my home

than the factories. I don't know the exact time frame

of when it happened or how, but there is a

neighborhood basically directly next to the industrial area. It is

small too, maybe just 30 houses. I could not imagine

many people wanting to live near that kind of environment,

and at first I assumed it was all just people

that worked there and wanted to not travel far. Well,

I was wrong and found out that none of the

people living in that neighborhood worked there. This neighborhood has

an HOA and calling it that is more than generous.

There is no way that the HOA is legal because

I'm pretty sure the area being used for housing in

general is not legal. I was actually reading stories in

this group that I learned the issue I was having

was not as isolated as I believed it to be.

In Asia, HOAs are not really a thing the same

way they are in the Western world. Color me surprised

to find out all of the other people having the

same kind of issues in my area. HOAs here are

out of control and more often than not have zero

legality to them. Now, I wouldn't have known any of

this if it wasn't for me getting stopped one day

by this horrible woman. In many parts of the world,

they would call her Karen. Karen, I need to speak

to you about this horrible truck and noise you keep making. Me,

what noise? The truck is pretty quiet considering everything. Karen,

you should not be driving a truck at all. I'm

the HOA president here and we have a policy that

forbids this kind of vehicle. Me, well, I don't live

in this neighborhood. It's also the only way to go

from my factory back to my house. I don't have

a choice. Karen, well, I'm giving you a choice right now.

You can either sell this awful thing or I can

make sure that you have nothing. Me, well, good luck

with that because I need this truck. Karen had no

intimidation factor and I really didn't care. This was not

where I lived and my factory was not part of

that area either. She couldn't just get me in trouble

for passing through the only road available to me. She

just wanted to try and act all tough and I

felt like I was calling her bluff by ignoring her.

Two weeks later I had an inspector come to my

factory claiming that there were reports of me not having

any proper permits. I knew this was Karen trying to

get me in trouble and my factory shut down as

some kind of revenge. When you call and make a

claim like that they don't just take your word for

it and shut a place down. I gave the guy

full freedom to see that everything was up to code

and all my paperwork was current. He could not find

a hair out of place and even just to make

sure things were covered, I also proved that the truck

and my ability to drive it was fine as well.

I passed without issue and was told that my factory

was perfectly fine and not gonna get shut down from

these claims. I did ask the guy if they were

going to report this back to the person who claimed

I was working illegally and they said yes. It was

part of it to make sure things got closed out

properly and Karen would not be calling them again and

again about the same issue. It was gonna take way

more than that in order to get rid of me.

Karen must have realized that her plan was stupid and

actually showed up to my factory one day. I was

not in like shock or anything since the company name

is on my truck and the internet exists. I did

not actually see Karen until after her next plan was

ready to backfire. I was in my truck going over

some paperwork for inventory being moved when a bullet came

flying through the driver's side window. It grazed my ear

but I won't lie and say that it didn't hurt.

I was bleeding and my body went into an almost

fight or flight type state. I actually opened the door

and jumped down in case another shot was coming and

this time not gonna miss. Instead I landed on the

ground and saw Karen standing there holding the gun. She

still has it aimed for me and instead of doing

the smart thing of taking cover I run over and

try to get the gun away from her. I'm about

twice her size and there's no difficulty when it comes

to disarming her and getting her to the ground. I

stayed there until the police showed up and that was

when her entire demeanor changed. She went from cursing me

and telling me that she was going to shoot me

again to crying and playing the victim the second she

saw police there. I got off of her so they

could put her in handcuffs because it was obvious that

she had shot me. My ear was still bleeding from

the bullet and now that the excitement was wearing down,

I actually started to feel some pain. I didn't want

to lose an entire day of work for just a grace,

but they convinced me to go to the hospital. If

nothing else, the medical report could help me in court

to prove that it was a gun and stuff like that.

Nothing major was wrong and I was lucky that if

it was a little off, I could have had my

ear shot off completely. Instead, I just got a small

scar and a very weird story to tell to people.

Getting shot might give people some tough guy cred, but

not when a Karen did it. Anyway, I did press

charges on her for attempting to kill me. She also

was in trouble because having the gun was not legal.

Getting them here can be hard, but when you get

caught with one you are not meant to have, you

are basically guaranteed to go to prison. Altogether, Karen was

getting locked up for a very long time, but it

doesn't actually end there. Due to the attention she drew

on herself from the entire thing, the government now knew

that there was an HOA that should not exist in

a neighborhood that shouldn't exist either. That area was industrial

as well, not residential. The people were all told that

they needed to move because their homes were going to

get destroyed due to not being legal. I have no

idea how many people living there knew about it but

I didn't really feel bad about it. The whole thing

just gave me a bad taste in my mouth for

that entire neighborhood so them being gone seemed great to me.

No more needing to pass through on my truck and

worry about a-holes complaining or trying to report my factory

to be petty. The next revenge story starts like this.

This happened a few months ago while I was visiting

London with some friends. My friends wanted to do some

outlet shopping, so we went to Bicester Village. And I

probably pronounced that incorrectly because all these British names are

always weird. Anyway, we decided to split up to save

on time, I tend to shop pretty quickly and I

was not really into high-end or luxury products anyway, so

around lunchtime I decided to go get a bite to eat. Now,

anyone who has been to Bicester knows that there is

not a lot of places to eat and tables to

sit at while there are so more often than not.

you share tables with other shoppers. Since I was alone,

I asked a fellow Asian if I could sit with her.

She just kind of sneered at me and rolled her

eyes but didn't say no to me sitting there, so

I did. There was another empty seat next to her

and soon her friend arrived. Her friend looked at me

and then said something to her friend in their language

while the other one laughed and rolled her eyes again.

I don't really mind that they are talking in their language.

They were entitled to do that, but they were both mean,

and I had an inkling that they were talking about

me at the start of their conversation. Here is where

my revenge comes in. Based on what I heard, I

knew they were Korean, since I watched my fair share

of Korean TV shows and could pick out a few words.

I am Asian too, but I was very obviously not Korean,

so they assumed that I didn't understand them. They were

right about that, but since I've been to Seoul a

number of times, I learned a few phrases while I

was there. As I stood up in my best Korean accent,

I thanked them and said goodbye in Korean. Now, if

they hadn't been talking about me, no harm done, right?

But based on how wide their eyes got when they

looked at me, I knew I caught them. So I

just smiled and then left hoping they learned their lesson

not to assume people around them don't understand them. And

the next one is a malicious compliance story. I'm 27

male and live with my boyfriend 28 male. The house

in question was our first place together that we had

been in for 5 years. It was the only place

we could afford and was not the most aesthetic when

we moved in. It is shaped like a shipping container

and not much bigger than one plus it is surrounded

on 3 sides by 2 plus story homes and on

the remaining side there is a parking lot for all

of said homes which opens onto a major road. In

the backyard there was a tiny shed which fits a

staked washer and dryer and was otherwise a thin strip

of dirt the length of the home boxed in by

the shed and the privacy fences of the other homes.

Our yard itself was not fenced in, we had to

use the front door and walk around the home and

then through the parking lot to access the laundry shed

slash yard, no back door. The original landlord was very

receptive to us and making improvements to the house. We painted,

refinished the cabinets, tiled the bathroom, etc., In the backyard,

I built raised garden beds, installed a small pond and

bird fountain, as well as other landscaping so that it

became a bit of an unexpected oasis. We had an

outdoor table and chairs so we could sit out there

in the morning and share a cup of tea. As

you may have put together, the original landlord sold the

home and our lease transferred to the new owner. We

had plans already in the works to purchase our first

home together, so we only intended to stay to the

end of the lease anyway and figured it should not

affect us too much. Almost immediately, the new landlord began

to harass us nearly daily, often about issues entirely out

of our control, such as cars being parked in the

lot sideways, cars which were first of all our neighbor's

cars and were merely slightly crooked, certainly not sideways. Once

he showed up at the front door at 8.30pm on

a Friday, we had two friends over to play board

games and have dinner, and he asked, Are you gonna

wind up the party anytime soon, boys? Because people are

gonna get the wrong idea, you know. We did our

best to appease the landlord for the remaining months, but

it became extremely grating and honestly made me feel like

I was being watched constantly. The final straw was when

a technician came to fix the washing machine in the

shed and the landlord noticed the table and chairs in

the backyard. We received an email that evening telling us, yes,

in all caps, to REMOVE ALL MODIFICATIONS OF THE YARD.

NO PADIO FURNITURE IS PERMITTED. Mind you, this is not

even visible from the road, but whatever, so I responded

just to be sure, apologies for the mistake. To confirm,

you would like us to remove all modifications we have

personally made to the yard since our move-in date? The answer, yes,

remove immediately at the soonest convenience. You got it, chief,

we were just about in our final month of the

lease and preparing to move to our new home. I

had planned to leave the raised beds, plants and an

empty pond behind, obviously, but I decided I was going

to revert the place to a dirt strip out of spite.

So that's what I did. I collected my bird fountain

slash pump, my fish, the flower bulbs and other plants.

I even took the dirt I purchased for the raised

beds to our new home. We filled in the pond

and made sure to remove all the grass so it

was one sad strip of dirt again. The landlord was

extremely angry to find the yard in that state and

he was threatening to sue us for destruction of property

because we ruined his pond. He tried to keep our

security deposit and he did take us to small claims

court over the so-called damage. However, we were diligent when

we had moved in and had photos of the original

yard plus the email instructing us to remove all modifications

of the yard. He tried to say that we had

done other damage to the home, all of which was

regular wear and tear after five years of occupancy, which

any landlord should expect and is responsible over basic maintenance

for such as repainting. Not to mention we could prove

we left the place nicer than it was originally with

approval from the original landlord at the time we did

the projects. I'm sure the judge saw through him immediately.

He was quite rude and continued to interrupt her, to

which she reprimanded him several times. That is to say,

we got our security deposit back in full, even having

trashed a yard. And the next one is an am

I the a-hole story. I ignored my co-worker. Am I

the a-hole? This is not an issue that I'm having

with the company. This is just something with me and her.

It's probably happening with other male co-workers, but I cannot

speak on their behalf. So I work in an office

and I have a normal friendly relationship with my co-workers.

We joke at times and have gone for drinks after work.

None of these people are my best friends or anything

but I'm cool with them including the women. Recently though

a new woman was hired and shortly after that we

received a message from HR. They said that we were

going to have some employee conduct and harassment meeting. They

brought in a speaker and we watched some videos and

did an online test like at a job orientation. Basically,

we learn to keep conversations work-focused, avoid or limit conversations

after hours or not at the job. Obvious things like

never make comments on physical appearance or do anything inappropriate.

They even gave acted-out examples. There was a video of

someone bumping into a co-worker at the park and they

showed the right and wrong examples. The right was just

basic formalities and keeping it moving, the wrong was extending

the conversation and asking about their day. I didn't think

anything of it because we have HR meetings like this

from time to time. Never this extensive though. The new

employee pretty much said that she asked for this meeting

to happen. She said that she agreed with everything we

learned and that it was good to know. Now, I'm

not here to judge her or say she did the

wrong thing. I don't know what she experienced in short

time she's worked here or at a previous job. I

don't know the kind of life she has lived or

what she has gone through. I really don't want this

to become people saying, don't trust women. And well, I

was at a coffee shop after work and she came

in shortly after me and tried to strike up a conversation.

I kept it friendly and short and then resumed what

I was doing. She seemed put off by that. And

then literally the similar situation to the video I mentioned happened.

I was at the grocery store, we bumped into each other,

I said short small talk things and wished her a

nice day. With my other co-workers, including women, I'm more

buddy-buddy and we have inside jokes. My co-workers buy me

birthday presents and we have a good time. Me and

the new co-worker work in the same small department, so

she interacts with me a lot. She approached me and

said that I'm ignoring and isolating her. I told her

I just don't want anything to be misconstrued. I keep

it professional if I'm ordering coffee and food for the group.

Then I would order ask what she wants. I just

make sure to not bring up personal life stuff with her.

And yeah, ripe stars, let me know in the comments

whether you think OP is being the a-hole here or not.

But I would very clearly say that OP is not

the a-hole. He is just very clearly adhering to the

rules and doesn't want to do any mistakes, especially with

that person. Sometimes I would say it's better be safe

than sorry. Either way, someone in the comments said, not

the a-hole, you are doing exactly what your HR mandated

training advised. Your coworker has told you that your coworker

feels isolated and ignored. Mention to HR or your manager

that you are adhering to the training, but your coworker

has expressed feeling isolated and ignored. Now you would like

official guidance dealing with the situation, get this documented. Comment

number two, not the a-hole, this is ridiculous. There's nothing

wrong with co-workers being friends or even dating. She asked

for this and that's what she's getting. Your employer is

also the a-hole for trying to coerce employees to not

be friends with each other. That's also a great way

to increase turnover. update to the story. Well I'm just

lost at like her getting HR to show us how

to properly interact with a co-worker and then me interacting

with her in the way HR showed makes her upset.

I get that she could have gone through something in

the past just don't know what she wants from me.

I'm just doing what HR suggested. I'm obviously not going

to give my co-workers I already have a bond and

friendship with the cold shoulder to accommodate to one new person.

She said she agreed with everything we learned from HR,

so I'm just applying it. I'm not doing this out

of some lame revenge desire or something. And the next

Reddit story starts like this. So one summer when I

was living with my cousin, he got into an all-out

war with this woman who lived next door to him.

She was a classic Karen with the haircut and the

sunglasses and the I'm so important attitude. He warned me.

me right away that she was trouble and I should

avoid her at all costs. Now, my cousin Jim, not

his actual name, works as a butcher in town. He

owns his own place and it is the sole place

for people to go and get fresh meat instead of

just the pre-packaged supermarket stuff. So that meant a couple

of things, one being that I was gonna eat like

a king for the entire summer, since obviously not everything sells.

Whatever doesn't become a summer's worth of great barbecue for us. Well,

it turns out that the heron is a vegan and

not a normal one. She is the kind that thinks

my cousin being a butcher should be a crime because

she personally does not believe. In eating meat. He told

me in the past that he had issues with her

because of his job and also the fact that we

are Hispanic and she comes off as pretty racist. I

actually got a first-hand experience of that when I was

outside relaxing and she started questioning what I was doing

in the neighborhood. Like if I was working as a

landscaper or if I ever had permission to be here.

Then when I couldn't respond fast enough, assumed I couldn't

speak English, so she started yelling at me that if

I don't know the language to go back where I

came from. Jim came and bailed me out of that

situation before anything worse happened. Later that week, she actually

called the police on Jim, claiming that he was in

this country illegally and tried to get him deported. He

was at work when this happened and had to deal

with the repercussions of the police coming into his shop.

He had proof that he was born here and once

the police saw that, they left him alone. Still, he

knew it was Karen and that once she didn't get

her way, she was just gonna get angrier. The next

interaction they had I was there for but just stood

by and let Jim do all of the talking because

I would not have been able to stay calm. Jim, hey,

I know that you tried to get me arrested. Karen,

you must have had some sort of fake document because

everybody knows that Hispanic people are not ever legal. Jim,

are you really that racist that you want to start

stupid stuff like this? Karen, well, I might be willing

to stop if you agree to shut down your murder store.

Jim was not shutting down his shop because Karen was demented.

It turned out that the police were not the only

people that Karen called to try and get him in

trouble though. While the IRS can be terrifying, they're not

exactly speedy when it comes to things. He didn't find

out until way after this story ends that she called

them and reported his business for tax evasion. He had

his records for the last 10 years combed through and

they found nothing wrong. Now, Jim has always been the

cousin that jokes around and has a hard time being serious.

That did not translate to how he runs his business

and the fact that he had physical copies of all

his tax reports in boxes in the basement for no

real reason. I mean, it was great because it saved

his ass, but I would never have thought that he

would be the type to do it. With the police

plan failing and the IRS plan taking forever, Karen decided

to file a frivolous lawsuit against Jim. For what you

might be wondering, Wes, at this point, he has done

literally nothing wrong. Her lawsuit claimed emotional distress for selling

meat in town and also cooking it next door to

her when he knew that she was a vegan, claiming

that she couldn't sleep or eat because a murderer was

living next door to her and she wanted compensation. I

think you can sense a theme at this point because

what happened next was, you guessed it, nothing. The lawsuit

went nowhere because none of her claims were a valid

lawsuit that any lawyer would touch with a ten-foot pole.

She could find one claiming emotional distress, but once details

were given, nobody was going to sue Jim for just

doing his job and living his life. We were sick

of Karen at this point, though, as I had been

there for about six weeks and only staying for a

couple more. Then the best opportunity happened when the entire

town ended up with a blackout due to the heat.

Normally a blackout would suck and at first it did

for everybody. No electricity meant no AC, no internet etc.

Jim had an amazing idea though. He called me to

come over to the shop and when I did he

showed me how a lot of product was gonna spoil

because of the blackout. It just wasn't gonna sell within

the day and he normally would need to dump it

all and take the loss. Well, instead he wanted to

do something that would piss Karen off, so he got

my help to run around town and tell everybody that

he was having a big barbecue at his house. With

the amount of people that said yes, it was looking

like block party amounts of people. Other people wanted to

help too, like the ice cream place who would bring

the ice cream that would melt otherwise. The local grocer

would bring ice since it would just go to waste

as well. By the time I met him back at

the house it was already crowded and full of people

waiting for some great food. I don't know who but

somebody had a big speaker and hooked it up to

music to really make it a party. Karen was pissed

about the party and came out to scream at people

to get away from the block. Nobody was on her

property so she didn't have anything illegal to complain about. Hell,

I made sure to pop into the police station in

town and let them know what Jim was doing. The

ones of duty came by for some food and actually

commended him for doing a good service to the community.

Now I love revenge but I think it's even better

when more people are involved. It was pretty much the

entire town having a great time while Karen was in

her house sweating and pouting about things. I asked Jim

that night if he did this entire thing just to

spite Karen and he admitted that it was the thing

that gave him the idea. Once he started though he

didn't think about her because of how happy he was

making everybody else. I honestly wish I could be more

like Jim, but when I get revenge, I always focus

on being as petty as possible and never forgetting about

the person I'm going after. I have a lot to

learn from Jim, but I think I would start by

learning how to make a ribeye as well as he does.

And here, ripe stars props to Jim. Not every single

revenge story has to end in people getting arrested, and clearly,

Jim is the bigger person here. He is not vengeful

and he doesn't want to hurt others, so props to

him for that. Either way, the next one is a

petty revenge story. For several years I was a banker

at an institution that no longer exists. During the last

days a good chunk of the employee base left instead

of sticking it out to the bitter end and getting

laid off. So then corporate decided to move people around

to our location since we were the corporate office. Enter N,

not real name, on the teller line who is your

typical middle-aged religious white lady who thinks that she is

above everyone else and was the most insufferable nosy person ever.

Now one day I'm finishing up with a client who

wants to withdraw some cash before they leave for the

day and walk them over to the teller line. N

is currently open, so I bring them to her and

briefly use the stapler at her station to staple the

client documents together. In front of the client, N stops

and goes, um, that's my stapler. I tell her that

it's the bank's stapler and that they supply one to

every station. I also give a subtle nod to the

client as to remind her this is super unprofessional. Completely

ignoring my hints, she looks me dead in the eyes

and goes, um, I wrote my name on it, so

it belongs to me. The second that sentence leaves her lips,

I formulate a petty plan. As soon as N leaves

for the day, I get to work. I print out

a good 20 to 30 labels of my name, and

start taping them to everything in her workspace. Monitors, individual pens, keyboards, mouses,

pictures of her family, etc. The next morning when she

came in and saw it, her face got red as hell,

did not help that everyone else thought it was hilarious,

because she was a pain in everyone's ass. When she

told the manager he called me in, gave me a

half chuckle, and just asked me to go a little

easier on her. The next one is a fantastic malicious

compliance story. I, male 19, work as a cashier in

a gas station in Miami Gardens, Florida. Naturally, the people

that come into the store tend to be on the

crazier side. The story had a line of maybe seven people. Now,

at this point, I had the register closed sign up

and I was stocking the vaporizers and accessories on the

shelves behind the counter. My co-worker was handling the customers

in line. I turn when I hear the door opening.

Another lady walks in without a mask on. And I

guess this was during the pandemic. Anyway, I politely ask,

excuse me miss, do you have a mask that you

could put on? She scoffed at me and rolled her

eyes as she ducked in her purse for a minute

or two. Finally, she pulls out a ready little mask

with only one functional strap and holds it to her

face while she is waiting in line. Well, apparently she

couldn't do that for very long. She comes to the

front of the line ranting and raving about how the

line is too long and that we shouldn't be keeping

a valued regular customer waiting. I've been working here for

four months and I've never seen her. I'm fairly confident

I know all the regulars. I tell her that there

are other things that my manager left for me to

do before the end of closing and that I have

to get them done. She didn't seem to like that

at all. She said, I demand that you open your

register right now. Okay, you got it, lady. I moved

the sign and then I turned back to her. Do

me a favor and stand a little bit to your right. Surprisingly,

she complied, albeit with her arms crossed and what I

can only assume was an angry gaze firing through her mask.

Cue the malicious compliance. Next customer, I yell out into

the store. It dawns on her what I'm doing but

the next customer shoots up in front of the counter

before she can even fully process it. I go about

this transaction as normal despite the fact that this lady

is yelling at me at the top of her lungs.

She is also no longer holding the mask to her

face mind you. I finish up with the other customer

and I turn to her. She tries to yell over me,

so I raise my voice a bit and I try

to be as stern as possible. I tell her, just

because my register is open does not entitle you to

skip all the other people in this line who also

have lives and jobs and other responsibilities. Get back to

the end of the line and be respectful or I

have no choice but to have you removed from the store.

We don't have security, but we are two blocks away

from a police station and one of the coolest officers

who comes into the store gave me their personal number

to use just in case that we have any issues.

The lady harramps loudly and walks dejectedly to the spot

in the line she had before she left. In the

amount of time it took for the rest of the

story to occur, more people had gotten in the line.

I said the back of the line. I told her pointedly.

She dropped her shoulders and walked to the back like

a toddler. People, man. And yeah, guys, that person certainly

knows how to deal with a Karen. Props to him.

Either way, the next one is another malicious compliance story.

So let's call her Karen just because it fits. She

came in and applied for a job when I looked

at her resume and application. I realized she knew some

of my old neighborhood friends and schoolmates. She interviewed well,

so I gave her a job. I told her to

be in Monday at 9 a.m. Monday morning, she is

not in. She no calls, no shows. Tuesday, no call,

no show. I had now written her off already. Wednesday,

she shows up about noon. She claims that she was

in her basement Sunday night and her brother was working

out and he accidentally knocked her out during his intense workout.

She claimed her doctor told her she had a concussion

and she should stay home for a couple of days.

She had no doctor's note, no marks on her head,

but thinking her story was so off the wall, it

could almost be true, I let her come to work

the next day. She then worked Thursday and Friday. We

paid at the end of every week and I gave

her a check Friday. I also did not deduct the

days she missed. She came to me and asked about

the full paycheck. I told her we were a family

business and realized people had lives outside of work. He

tried to make sure people knew they were appreciated and

tried to take care of our people. She teared up

and thanked me and said we can count on her.

She worked the full next week, did okay and she

seemed to fit in. The focus here is unseemed. The

third week she showed up on Monday, but Tuesday was

another no-show-no-call. We did not hear from her for over

two weeks. When she finally showed up, her story was

the stuff of legends. She claimed her husband had forged

divorce papers a couple years previous, Thinking she was divorced,

she moved back into her parents' house. She claimed her

ex-husband was at her parents' house when she got home

the last night she worked. He told her he made

up the divorce and the paperwork was phony, so they

were still married and he wanted to get back together.

She claims she refused and he kidnapped her. She said

it took her until a couple days ago to get

away from him. She wanted to come into work the

next day. She didn't call the police and he was

not arrested. There was nothing in the papers or on

the news about any of this. She was not hurt,

thank God, and she asked if I believed her. Well,

I didn't, but told her that I really needed someone

I could count on coming in reliably every day. I

gave her a paycheck for one week, she had worked

one day, and told her that I wished her good luck.

I had already replaced her and her replacement was one

of the best employees we ever had. So here's the

malicious compliance. The next month I come into a phone

message that someone from XXX company called for a reference

for Karen. As my secretary is handing me the message,

she is laughing at the look on my face. I

asked if she was kidding. She said she wasn't. She

said she got a call from a man saying that

he was the owner of a company in the area

and he asked about Karen. Then my secretary asked if

she could listen in on the call. She was a pistol.

She then goes and gets my partner and tells him

that I'm gonna call and give Karen a reference. Now

he is in my office laughing too. I call the

guy and we make some small talk. I tell him

what we do and he tells me that he wants

Karen to do it for him. I tactfully avoided answering

any of his questions about Karen directly. I think he

was beginning to suspect something. Remember, folks, employers can get

in a ton of trouble for bad references. He finally

asked my opinion of Karen, and what I said was,

If you can get Karen to work for you, you

will be very lucky. He heard what I said and

how I said it. He repeated that back to me

exactly as I said it. All my words were the

right ones. It was my tone and intonation that got

my point across. He thanked me and hung up. Karen

then comes into the office a couple days later. She

looks mad but is trying to be pleasant. She told

me she is having trouble finding a job and mentioned

she has used me as a reference. She wanted to

know if anyone from XXX Company has called me. She

knew they did and she told me she really wants

to job at XXX Company. I told her that I'd

been called and that I told the guy he would

be lucky to get her to work for him. My

secretary confirmed that's what I told him. She told him

she was right next during the whole conversation. Karen smiled

and thanked me and headed to the door. She said

she wondered why she was having so much trouble getting

a job. She asked if she could continue to use

me for a reference and I told her absolutely. I

also told her that I would tell everyone the same thing,

that any employer would be lucky if they can get

you to work for them. She walked away smiling, happy

and clueless. And the next Reddit story starts like this.

So for some context, a couple of years ago I

met a woman online from another country. I know it's

a tale as old as time and usually it doesn't

work out, but I thought we were different. If you've

ever seen 90 Day Fiancé on TLC, well, we were

asked to be on it, so I guess that says

a lot already. I was definitely in denial for most

of the relationship. She is stunning and I'm a fairly

ordinary looking man. But I was gullible, even with all

my family and friends trying to convince me not to

marry this woman and bring her over here. Anyway, flash

forward two years of chatting online and facetiming, we met

in person, she came over here. A month into the

trip and we were married, looking back on it, I

cannot believe I got married so soon after meeting her

in the flesh. From the very beginning we had some issues,

it was like she was a different person. She knew

that I would be supporting her financially and that I

didn't make a great deal. So we would have to

settle into a humble home. However, she ended up forcing

me to take out a huge mortgage in order to

get practically a mansion in the hills. Once again, I

was a fool and allowed all of this one week

into the honeymoon and she didn't come home one night.

I was looking for her all night and had the

cops doing a search party and everything. I was beyond scared.

And well, they found her the next morning. She was

walking out of a motel. My heart shattered. I saw

her in her disheveled state and knew immediately what had

happened in that motel. She denied it at first and

then broke down and started apologizing like crazy. She was

a very good actor, as I believed she was genuinely

heartbroken at her own actions. I forgave her again. Again

being a fool, you will notice a bit of a

pattern with that. However, a month later I noticed on

her phone that she was still in contact with the

guy she had originally cheated on me with. I thought

this was weird and decided to snoop around a bit.

It turns out they had been sending risky pictures the

whole time since the first motel encounter. I confronted her

once more and again came the waterworks. And again, I

forgave her, as I'm sure you can imagine my trust

had been broken and I became very insecure. I found

myself overthinking every encounter she had with another male, even

the women. It was so emotionally taxing. I brought up

lots of these feelings with her, and I'll admit that

I did go too far at times, accusing her of cheating,

which she did not do. Our relationship was on the rocks.

Thirteen times. By the end of our first year of marriage,

that is how many times she had cheated on me. Thirteen.

I don't even know how I stayed with her after

the first, let alone five, and then ten. It could

have been more, those were just the times I confronted

her and she had no way of denying it. The

story begins from the 13th time. So I came home

from work, the door was slightly unlocked and a stranger's

car was parked out front. I opened the door and

right in our lounge was my wife having intercourse on

our sofa. I stood in sadness, not shock. They scrambled

up but she practically rolled her eyes at the man

for being so frightened. She didn't care. Get out, she

said to me. What? I was shocked. She had never

acted this way after being caught before. I said get out.

This is my house too. I don't want you here

right now. Please leave. She waved her hand at me.

You cannot be serious. I just caught you with another

man and now you're acting like I've done something wrong?

The man in question was just staring between us. Yeah,

that's messed up. I'm out. He muttered as he grabbed

his clothes and headed out the door. Now look what

you have done. Leave. She started yelling and throwing things

at me and so I quickly left. I stayed in

a hotel that night. I was sure she wouldn't be

able to keep that up. I also don't know if

I even wanted to be home at that point with her.

The next morning I went back only to find all

of my belongings outside the house on the grass scattered

and somehow broken. I ran over to the door and

tried to open it but my key would not work.

She had changed the locks. It was around this time

that I was thinking of divorcing her. I finally had enough.

So that was when I firmly knew it was over.

I wondered briefly if she knew of my plans hence

her kicking me out. This is my home. Get your

stuff and go. She yelled from the window. I stayed silent,

loaded up my car and drove straight to my lawyer's office.

I explained everything and he rightly pointed out that the

house was in my name and there was no way

she could just claim it for herself and given that

I wanted a divorce, no relationship harm could be done.

I should just call the police. So that's exactly what

I did when I went back to my house. I

have called the police. I yelled up at the window

she was leaning out of. She slammed the window shut

and I heard footsteps running down the stairs. Suddenly she

was at the door and before I knew what was happening,

she had slammed her head against a wall. What the heck?

I exclaimed, rushing over to her, which was a mistake

as that is when the cops showed up. Officer, help me!

Look at what he did! She cried out. I was

immediately restrained and it took ages before they released me.

I had to guide them into my pocket for my

phone to then pull up the security camera that would

have captured the whole ordeal. They released me and my

wife looked pale. She knew this would not work out

in her favor now. Is this your house, ma'am? One

officer asked. Yes, it is, here. She shoved some documents

into his hands. I raised my eyebrow in confusion. He

gave me this house as a wedding gift. See? Ma'am,

these are clearly fake and the ones you have printed

out are not even for this state. The officer looked

at her and bemused. she started kicking up a fuss

screaming about how unfair it all was and claiming she

deserved the home it's just i i you don't she

was a whimpering mess say no more sir an officer

looked at me get a lawyer the officers drove off

and i left my wife on the porch to head

back to my lawyer We spent the next couple of

hours drafting up divorce papers. We did not sign a prenup,

which was what scared me, but my lawyer had plans.

After she was served the papers, we went to court.

I did not want her getting a dime. You forged

legal documents and faked a domestic assault. Is this correct?

The judge asked her. My wife looked like she wanted

to say something before the judge cut her off. I

have the proof on the officer's body caps. Both of

these are criminal charges. She smirked at me as if

she had already won the case. Now, as for evicting

your husband from his own home, the grounds for divorce

are as clear as day. With that, along with the

two things I've just listed, you'll be getting nothing in

the divorce. Is that clear? The judge stated. But, she began,

I felt like I had a frog in my throat

as I looked over to my wife who had brought

out the waterworks again. Yes, I was nervous as hell.

I don't even know how to this day. I sued her.

I got a hefty sum of money from her. I

knew she had savings from her parents. I didn't feel bad.

The things she had done to me accounted for a

much bigger punishment than she was getting. Now, here is

the biggie. Because the marriage is now invalid and it

had not lasted three years, she has no grounds to

legally stay in the country. She got deported. No, that's

so unfair, illegal, he should be deported. She screamed and

kicked real tears this time. My wife ended up being

dragged out of the courthouse by the police, begging and screaming,

kicking and crying, but it was no use, revenge had

been served and I could not have been happier. The

next one is a petty revenge story. I moved in

to see my new house a few years ago. The

people living right beside my house are a bunch of two-faced,

envious cowards. Everything I added to my house that they saw,

they would try to one-up on me. Garden, lighting, gazebo,

even my washer and dryer. Every time I get something new,

they would get something similar the very next week. Well,

I got a bit of extra income last year and

bought myself my dream car. It was expensive, but worth it.

The neighbors could not match it. Instead, though, they punctured

one of its tires. How do I know? I overheard

them talking about it, so I checked my CCTV footage.

And well, one of them crawled under the gate of

my property and nail gunned one of my car's tires.

I saved the footage but blood went to my head,

I decided to get back at them. They have a

dirt road for a driveway and they own a food

catering business. I soaked a bunch of nails in Coca-Cola

and then brake fluid to make them rust in a

short time. I then scattered them all over their driveway

and watched as their delivery vehicles go up and down

the road. All their vehicles' tires were punctured by multiple

nails per tire and their business was interrupted. At the

same time, I reported them to the cops with the

footage I saved. They were charged with malicious destruction of property.

And the next one is a malicious compliance story. I

walked into a gas station, we will call it Square L,

about 7.30am. Locally, that's 30 minutes after they start selling alcohol,

the county is dry between 3 and 7am. Grab two

of the largest packs of cheap beer they sell and

head up to the register. No big deal, just stocking

up for a small study party with friends on campus

later that day. The person behind the register eyes me

suspiciously as I set them on the counter and tells

me that I'm not buying them. I politely explain it's

after 7am and I don't see a problem. The manager,

denoted by dress, t-shirt instead of polo, leans over and

tells her to get my ID so she asks me

for it. I'm like fine whatever and I fidget around

a minute before realizing it's in my car. I say

as much and offer to grab it and she told

me to go ahead. I dash out to my car,

grab my wallet from my book bag, no big deal.

Walk back in and present it to the person at

the register, who promptly glances at it, snickers, snaps it

in half, tosses it in the trash and tells me

to get the F out of her store. I stood

there a minute, sort of dumbfounded. The manager tells me

to get the F out of the store or police

will be called and someone is getting arrested. I mumbled

something along the lines of the oh crap and opted

to comply with the second half. I went to my car,

grabbed my phone, called non-emergency and told them I just

had my driver's license taken and destroyed. Read off the address,

ended my call and then headed back inside and stood.

The manager tells me that's it, they are calling the police.

I let her know I already did so. The clerk

laughs and shouts for the people in the store to hear,

Y'all wanna stick around? This punk idiot called the cops

on us for taking their fake ID. It took about

10 minutes, but they showed up. As they arrived, the

manager rushed out the door and I walked behind. The

cop asked for me immediately by name, dismissing the manager

pointing at me and rattling off about my fake ID.

I told him what happened and I was told to

leave or cops were to be called and someone were

to be arrested. He then takes the statement from the manager,

then the clerk and then requests the ID to be

retrieved from the trash. He looks it over and hands

the two pieces back to me. He has not said

anything other than simple requests for info up to this

point and then asks me to come along. And we

are going to have a chat outside. At this point,

I'm actually growing a bit concerned. He punches in the

DL number. And up pops my face and info. Clean history,

both driving and criminal. He then lets me know that

destruction of a license is a misdemeanor in this state

and asks which one snapped it. We have a brief

conversation and at this point he is smiling ear to ear.

He asks me if I want to press charges and

at this point I've already missed first class so stating

I do. I'm told to play along with him, and

we share a course of action. By this time, there

were four squad cars and police milling about. Customers had

grown scared. We walked back in. I'm staring at the floor,

looking pensive, and he says loudly, What do we say?

And nudges me. I politely say, I'm very sorry this happened,

and I'm sure it won't happen again. The clerk and

manager begin chuckling. I then finish with, the manager requested

the clerk take it who snapped it and then the

manager is the one who said someone is getting arrested.

The officer undid the cuffs from his belt, walked up

to the clerk and began with Miranda rights. Another did

the same to the manager. Another 30 minutes roll by

while they are sitting in the back of the squad cars.

The store is devoid of employees until someone walks out

from the back cooler. I wait patiently, eventually they are

cut loose under own recognizance and I'm given a date

to play witness in court. We head back in and

the manager is irate. The employee on release bolted. I

pay for my now warm beer and then leave. My

professor got a great laugh out of the police report

and let me do my project presentation late anyway. Edit, update,

as for the court date, one of them pushed it further,

so it turned into two dates, as the witness I

showed up but was not really needed. The first pled

no contest to a charge for destruction of state property,

got six months probation and 1,000 hours of community service,

as well as having to write me an apology. The

other one ended up pleading guilty to an obstruction charge

and got six months probation only. Neither ended up going

to jail and only wore bracelets for the 30 minutes

or so in the car. Sorry, it's a bit anticlimactic,

but I felt justice had been served. For those who

say 1000 is not possible, it started as probation and

100 hours for the first person who pled no contest.

They spoke out against the judge, he upped it to

200 and 500 and then 1000. The kid kept mouthing off,

but the judge at that point told the bailiff to

remove them. That was the clerk, and I remember there

was a string of other offenses on their record. The

manager had only a previous possession charge, but on his

date acted humble and polite in court. The total opposite

of how they had acted in the store with the cops.

Edit number four, I never did get the apology letter.

If it was written and turned in, I have no

idea where it went. Edit five, for perspective on how

this county does things, I myself received 200 hours and

six months probation for getting caught stealing a pack of

cigarettes when I was 19. We were all young and

dumb once and they didn't use to hide behind the

registers everywhere, which I served in about 50 hours picking

up trash and then the guy signed off on the

whole time. So I doubt they would have to actually

serve the whole thing. And yeah, ripe stars, that actually

kind of surprises me in this case that there aren't

any bigger and more serious consequences for these guys. It

seems if you destroy an identity document of someone, there

should be severe consequences for you. Anyway, the next one

is a co-worker story. So I, 28 female, have been

working at this small software company for about three years

now and I genuinely love my job. I have great

co-workers and the work environment is generally positive. However, there's

this one co-worker, let's call her Sarah, 32 female, who

has been increasingly crossing boundaries. A bit of background, Sarah

joined the company around a year ago and we were

initially friendly. We would have lunch together occasionally and chat

about random things. I didn't think much of it and

it seemed like a normal office friendship. However, over time

I noticed that Sarah had started to use my belongings

without asking for permission. For example, she would take my stapler,

pens or even my phone charger without asking. At first

I brushed it off as her just being forgetful and

not realizing that these were my personal items. I tried

to be understanding and not let it bother me. But

then things started to escalate. One day I brought in

a special lunch I had prepared as a treat for myself.

It was a dish that my grandma used to make

for me and it had a lot of sentimental value.

I had placed it in the fridge with a note

clearly stating it was mine. When lunchtime came around, I

discovered that Sarah had taken and eaten my lunch. I

confronted her and she apologized, claiming that she thought it

was meant for the whole office to share. I didn't

buy it, but I let it go to avoid causing

a scene. Over the next few months, Sarah's behavior continued

to worsen. She began using my personal laptop without asking,

even though we all have our own work computers. She

would also use my coffee mug and other personal items

despite me having my name on them. I tried to

address it politely and asked her to stop, but she

would just laugh it off and say that she didn't

mean any harm. Finally, I reached my breaking point last week.

I had bought a new, expensive pair of headphones to

use at work and I had left them on my

desk overnight. When I arrived the next day, I found

Sarah using them at her desk. I was furious and

asked her to hand them over immediately. She tried to

play it off as a joke, but I had enough.

I told her that it was not funny. and that

she needed to stop using my personal belongings without permission.

I said it was disrespectful and a violation of my privacy.

The rest of the office heard the commotion and some

of my co-workers agreed with me, while others said that

I was overreacting and I should let it go. Sarah

has not spoken to me since and the atmosphere has

become tense. A few co-workers have even suggested that I

owe Sarah an apology for embarrassing her in front of everyone.

So Reddit, am I the a-hole for telling my co-worker

to stop using my personal belongings? And yeah, ripe stars,

let me know in the comments what you think about this.

Comment number one, not the a-hole, speak to your manager

and or HR. The stapler and even the cha-cha are

kind of reasonable. but the lunch, your personal laptop and

your headphones are completely out of order. Comment number two,

not the a-hole and you should also escalate it to

your manager to let them know it happened and see

if they think it should be escalated further. Someone who

cannot be trusted to accept personal boundaries and does not

take their co-workers seriously is a liability. And the next

Reddit story starts like this. The first one starts like this.

I was hesitant to tell this story because I feel

like with the state our country is in, it could

cause fights down in the comments. I'm going to still

talk about it because I feel like my HOA needs

to be called out for what they did and show

that just because you don't agree with something, that doesn't

mean you can break the law. So I live in

Texas and this is the land of American pride and

church and all of that good stuff. Plenty more but

I don't want to ramble and have a story turn

into a small book. So I live within an HOA

run community and when they don't like something they have

a tendency to try and bully people and threaten them

into submission. Usually because people don't know their rights and

fear the HOA really can take their money and home

away if they don't behave. I have a brother that

at the time was serving overseas and I wanted to

show my support for him and the others like him.

So basically, I put up an American flag in the

front of my house, which is not that uncommon of

a thing to do. I feel like if you went

back 30-40 years, most houses would have one in order

to show their pride for the country and military and stuff. Now,

with the government and flag being a little controversial, less

people display it and the HOA did not seem to

like that I did that. One HOA member confronted me

about it only a day after I put it up.

HOA member... Everybody can see that you put up a

flag by your front door. Me. Yeah, I did. It's

for my brother in the army. HOA member. Well, we

don't allow racism in this HOA, so you need to

take it down. Me. How is it racist? HOA member.

Everybody knows that the government is racist, and the flag

is a symbol of that racism. You're flying a patriotic

flag that glorifies horrible things. Me. Look, I get if

some people don't like it, but I can have a

flag if I want to. HOA member. Our president sells

real estate and your flag is going to make people

think this neighborhood is no good and prices will drop. Me,

that's not my problem. I'm not trying to say that

I agree with the government or what people in high

power think. I just believe that it is more complicated

than to just say the flag is racist when it

is a symbol for me to show respect to my brother.

After the HOA started to threaten me, though, I was

keeping it up due to spite as well. The HOA

started sending me fines in the mail for going against

their guidelines, claiming that my flag was a hate group symbol,

which was not allowed. They were sending me fines of $ 2, 000

every single day. Even if it was a valid thing

to fine me over, they were not allowed to fine

that much and keep it going daily. By the time

things got settled, I had fines adding up to over $ 100, 000.

Money they really did expect me to pay to them.

Spoiler alert, I had zero intention to pay them a

single penny, since I knew I was not breaking any rules.

It was not until I was getting letters threatening to

pay or face a lien on my home that I

contacted somebody for legal help. I sent in copies of

the fines and pictures of my offensive, hateful flag. He

filed some kind of paperwork I cannot remember the name

of that was basically forced the HOA to provide evidence

of the fines being valid. Not a lawsuit at this point,

just a bunch of legal stuff that I was glad

my lawyer was handling since I really didn't understand any

of it. I also don't know if they got the

notice of this before or after they decided to go

a step too far. I don't have like crazy security cameras,

but I do have one of those doorbell cameras to

help deter people from stealing things from my property. With

that I saw two HOA members running up to my house,

taking my flag down and running away. And by the

way guys, I'm so sorry if you hear rain in

the background, that's just another monsoon rain coming up, so

please excuse any noise you can hear in the background.

I was lucky enough to be home and getting the

alerts in real time to see what was going on.

I ran out of my house to try and catch

them but they had already set my flag on fire

in the middle of the street for everybody to see.

I started yelling and telling them that I had the

entire thing on video and was gonna sue them for it.

I guess they thought that the stuff was saved on

the actual camera and not the internet because about an

hour later I got another alert and looked just soon

enough to see one of those wear back with a

hammer and then just darkness. They destroyed the damn thing

thinking it would get rid of what they did. Instead,

it just gave me more evidence against them. I spoke

to my lawyer and he said I could press charges

for destruction and trespassing on the property. The other issue

about the fines was still going on separately, but pressing

the charges now opened a criminal trial against the HOA.

One they assumed they could win and pushed to go

all the way to trial. I will get to that

in a second, but first I want to close out

the other part of the story hanging in the air.

The HOA was never able to provide the right documentation

about the fines or how much they were charging me.

My lawyer sent a statement letter about me having the

right to display the flag and that federal right would

always overrule what they were gonna do. If they tried

to put up a lien on my house for it,

I was in the right to file with the state

against them. It was enough for them to get scared

and drop the fines then and there. Now for their

criminal trial, they were not looking good at all. They

were trying to once again claim the flag was a

hate symbol, and destroying it was doing the community a favor.

Here in Texas, the judges can be a little conservative,

so hearing that they stole and burned the flag was

not doing them any favors. They got another six months

added on each for the trespassing and destruction of my property,

needing to pay me to get a new one too,

but compared to jail and huge fines, that was not

much of anything. To say they were shocked would discredit

the looks on both of their faces, They really did

think that they had the right to tell me that

I could not have a flag and then destroy it

when I didn't cave into what they wanted. They picked

on somebody they could not bully and by the time

they figured it out, it was way too late for them.

The HOA as a whole got a warning from the

courts that they didn't want another issue of them breaking

the law or it could be a lot worse next

time for them as a whole. I then got a

new flag the very same day and hung it up

to show them that they cannot stop me from doing

what I know is well within my rights. The next

one is a line cutter revenge story. So I went

to Costco this evening. As we browsed plans, the lights dimmed.

We had not realized they closed early, 6pm, so we

abandoned our browsing, Costco employees have lives too, and rushed

to get the three things we really needed and got

in line. The line for the quick check, it's like

a self-check but there are employees doing the scanning, was

hella long but that was our problem for rolling in

so late. An older lady behind us turned out to

be an employee of duty and she explained that folks

with perishables were prioritized at the regular registers rather than

the faster quick check lines. So we are waiting our

turn like everyone else and the line is moving along

with reasonable speed. We are about a half a dozen

back when a dude with a cart full of perishables

comes in from the side clearly trying to merge in

front of us. He was a younger dude, maybe 30,

and we are women on the back half of our 50s.

We kept moving forward, not allowing him to slide in. Note,

he never looked at us or said anything. We were

two back and it became clear he was gonna rush

past us to the next checkout. Not on my watch.

I zipped up and stood in front of him, the

cart at my back. He tried to maneuver around, but

I kept my ass planted about a foot in front

of his cart and didn't yield ground. Finally, he started saying, ma'am,

can you move? And I said, you're trying to cut

in front of all of these people. Get back in

line like everyone else. However, he did not. I was

confident he wouldn't touch me with his card. I mean,

witnesses everywhere, and he's a big younger dude hitting a

short older woman. Before long, it was our turn, so

I had to move, and as he rushed to the checkout,

I said more loudly than necessary, you're cutting in line,

you a-hole. I spotted a free checker and pointed him

out and said, he's cutting in line. The checker, my hero,

immediately saw the looks everyone else was giving him and

she directed him to the back of the line. A

male employee stepped up and loudly announced that there was

one line which had been the case since these lines

opened and the line formed back there as Cutter Dude

made his walk of shame to the end of the line.

I thanked the checker while our three items were scanned.

We then headed out feeling powerful like we had vanquished

an evil monster. Ironically, if we had a real emergency

and were in a legit rush, I would have offered

my place in line and gone to the back myself.

I was not in any hurry though, but no, he

was a jerk with a raging sense of entitlement. and

he got what he deserved. And the next one is

titled Splitting Costs Malicious Compliance. So my ex-wife and I

used to have a great relationship, but she has become

petty and somewhat vindictive these last couple months. Our relationship

started going downhill after her daughter, my ex-stepdaughter, broke into

my house and stole from me and my new wife

while we were on vacation together. Yes, I invited my

ex-wife and her boyfriend to come on vacation with us

too so it would be a family thing. My current

wife was completely fine with it. Interesting relationship by the way. Anyway,

not only did we invite them, we paid for everything,

plane tickets, rental house, meals, activities. We have done this

before and it was nice. While we were on this vacation,

my ex-wife's daughter broke into our house and stole from us.

We had to file a police report because some of

the things stolen was medication and we could not get

new prescriptions without filing a police report. And well, this

upset my ex-wife even though we told her before we

called the police and she said, Do what you need

to do. Before this, my ex and I would pretty

much just buy what the kids needed while we had them.

Every once in a while, she would ask me to

split the cost of the some things and I would.

I've never asked her to split the cost of anything

prior to this, But lately she has been asking to

split the cost of just about everything. Fine, whatever. I

usually get most of the things for the kids anyway.

About a month ago, my son needed some new equipment

for indoor legs. She asked if I would split. I

said fine. And when she took him out shopping, they

couldn't find everything. So I bought most of it online.

I asked her what she bought and how much and

I told her what I bought and how much and

it turned out she owed me for the split. It

was only $ 40, I would have let it go but

she hounded me for a week over $ 5 so this

pissed her off. She would be fine when I have

to pay her but gets pissed when she has to

pay me. I only asked her for the portion of

the split because she asked me to split the cost

in the first place. We argued back and forth and

then she came up with a list of things we

should not have to split and anything else we would split.

So I started keeping track of things that I paid

for that were to be split between us, so she

gave me her list and what I owe her. Not

a lot, I owe her $ 80. But when I gave

her my list and her share, she now owes me $ 425.

And yeah, ripe stars, I just hate it when people

give you a hard time when you owe them $ 5

or something, but then they, on the other hand, if

they owe you $ 50 or $ 100 or something, they don't

give a damn and they don't pay you back unless

you remind them. Personally, I don't really like to lend

money from people I would, I would pay them back

as soon as I can. Either way, the next one

is a property M.I.D.A. whole story. So I live in

an area that is seeing a lot of new builds.

My husband and I have the last large lot on

our street, lived here for 20 plus years. Probably 800

people lived here when we bought our house, now it

is 10,000 plus. It's about 1.5 acres, we installed a

big play area a few years ago for nieces, nephews

and eventual grandkids. It is on the opposite side of

our lot, pretty far from the house and there is

a path that goes from our second driveway. It is

landscaped and we purchased it from a contractor who was

replacing some other park so I can see how people

mistake it as a town park. This happens often that

people stop to play and I usually don't care but

we don't encourage it as we have two giant dogs

who will bark at strangers who come in the yard.

I put up some blatant signs that says private property

and beware of dog. Right now it's still cold here,

it's an early Friday morning and I opened the door

to let the dogs out. They basically stay in the

yard and ignore anything outside the yard. The dogs start barking.

I hear yelling. I run outside and there's a couple

and their kid playing on the playground. I call the

dogs back and put them in the house. I go

over to apologize and let them know it's not a

public park. As soon as I get within earshot, the

mom starts yelling. What the hell is wrong with you?

We are calling animal control on your ass. Who lets

their dogs just run around the damn park? Get a fence.

I hate confrontation so I get a little shaky. I

tell her it's not a park, it's my yard. She says,

get the f out of here, get away from us.

I point to the signs and tell her that it's

not a park, it's our yard and they need to leave.

She starts going on about how it is illegal to

leave a play area open. It isn't and it's illegal

to let your dogs off leash in this neighborhood. It isn't,

there are almost no bylaws here yet. I tell them

again to just leave and they were not allowed to

be on the property. My dogs are in the big

window barking. and her husband is screaming that I should

train my dogs before they kill someone. These dogs are

bred to guard and detain intruders, historically we don't train

them as guard dogs though. This pissed me off more

than anything because I am an irrational animal lover I

called the police afterwards. When they saw that I was

on the phone with the cops, they started shouting about

me being a Karen and started getting in their car.

Their poor kid was crying and the woman said, Watch

what happens when you end up on Reddit and we

tell people where you live. So here you go, Reddit.

My kids checked and didn't find anything about it here,

so I'll post it first and I hope she does

post something. I'm sorry my dog scared them, but the

screaming and threatening was so over the top and honestly deranged.

My kids want me to end this by asking if

I'm the a-hole because I am old and I want

people to get off my lawn. And yeah, ripe stars,

even though that stupid meme of supposedly entitled old people

that scream at children to get off their lawn because

they are playing or something... I would say that this

meme certainly doesn't apply here and OP was 100% in

the right. It's her private property and these people had

no right to be outraged like this and no right

to make any complaints. Anyway, a comment on Reddit said,

not the a-hole, if it's your property, it's your property.

That woman was obnoxious and it's her fault her kid

was crying. I would install a privacy fence and lock it.

Comment number two, not the a-hole. If you don't want

a fence due to cost, consider landscaping alternatives that will

make it more obvious it's part of your home. A hedge,

a series of small bushes, literal rocks, etc. And yeah,

ripe stars, let me know in the comments what you

think about this. Is OP being the a-hole here or not? Also,

we got an update to the story and it says

everyone is saying install a fence, but that would cost $ 15, 000 plus.

I've just contacted a company about getting a gate for

our second driveway. Also, where we live, you cannot sue

someone if you are trespassing on private property. Suing people

is not something people can easily do here and usually

it's not for any big settlement. Before you comment about

attractive nuisance law, it doesn't exist here. I don't want

to say where I am, but it is not in

the US or anywhere close. And yeah guys, thank you

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