December 3, 2023 • 30 mins
Karen FAKES Being Pregnant! r/EntitledParents
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00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
04:07 AITA for leaving Thanksgiving Dinner?
06:33 Maternity Wear
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Karen demanded I move from my table at the restaurant so she could sit there with her son. She then complained to the manager to the point where he had to call the cops on her. Once they arrived she still refused to cooperate, which resulted in Karen getting arrested! Subscribe for more reddit podcast stories.
Welcome to another episode of r/EntitledParents stories!
Here on the mr redder podcast YouTube channel we read stories about entitled people, entitled parents, and am i the jerk stories with Karen.
I'm a voice actor that narrates reddit stories. I record all of the VO and edit all videos myself. On this channel I play the roles of mr redder and Karen as we read reddit stories and discuss them. Story genres include entitled parents, revenge, malicious compliance, and AITA.
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Stories in this episode of r/entitledparents:
00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
04:07 AITA for leaving Thanksgiving Dinner?
06:33 Maternity Wear
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Hey there, mister Reddit here,welcome back to another episode of our slash
entitled parent Stories. Our first storywe'll be reading today. Karen's sister acts
like she's pregnant even though she's not. After that, the hotel you wanted
to stay at no longer exists.And after that, am I the jerk
for telling my girlfriend she can't showme any more? Tiktoks. Now for
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every thumbs up this video kits one, Karen doesn't get to watch any more.
Tiktoks. You can't do this tome, so please smash that like
button, and if you're new,subscribe and turned on notifications for new stories
from Reddit. Every single day.Karen's sister acts like she's pregnant even though
she's not. I, thirty fivefemale, am pregnant with my sisters thirty
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female child. My sister has somefertility issues and is not able to have
a safe pregnancy. I offered tocarry the baby for her and her husband.
I'm now currently six and a halfmonths along and everything is going well.
Once we found out I was pregnant, my sister made the decision to
live like she herself is the onewho was pregnant. I found it odd,
but I didn't see an issue withit. I understood that she's going
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through an emotional time. I mainlythought this was going to be something just
between her and her husband. Iwas wrong, and she's begun to act
pregnant in her daily life. Atfirst, it was just small things like
having her husband run out to gether food she was craving. But it
developed into things like wearing maternity whereshe also gets annoyed if I talk about
my cravings or pregnancy symptoms around her. These things don't bother me much,
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and I just think my sister wantsto feel involved. Today, my sister
wanted to go shopping to look atbaby things since the stores half reopened in
our area. The day started withher getting angry whenever sales staff would talk
to me. I would explain tothe salesperson that my sister is the mother
whenever it was needed. After afew stores, we arrived at a baby
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retailer where she wanted to make ababy registry. By this point, I
was extremely tired and wanted to gohome. I told my sister this,
and she promised this would be thelast store. I must have looked exhausted
because as we were waiting. Thesalesperson brought over a chair for me to
sit in while the registry paperwork wasdone. When she brought it over,
she did say something like, here'sa chair for mom. I didn't correct
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the salesperson this time and just setdown. My sister told me to get
up and give her the chair.After I had sat down, I asked
her why and tried explaining that Iwas tired. My sister berated me by
saying that the salesperson said the chairwas for the mom and that she was
supposed to sit She said that thiswas her registry appointment and how dare I
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act like this was all about me. She said she was the one who
was the expected mother and that sheneeded to sit down now. I told
my sister that, yes, sheis going to be the mother, but
I am the one that is currentlypregnant. I snapped at her that she
is not actually pregnant and does notget how exhausting it can be. I
told her, I'm trying my bestto appease her, but she's being ridiculous.
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My sister began to cry, sayingthat I was shaming her for not
being able to get pregnant and thatI was making fun of her. I
tried to defend myself and tell herthat's not what I meant. She wouldn't
listen and ran out of the store. Everyone in the store was staring at
us. They were looking at melike I was a complete monster. After
hearing what my sister said, mymother said that I should have just let
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my sister have the seat. Iknow this whole thing must seem so small
and stupid because it's about a chair. I don't know if I am the
jerk in this situation or not.Well, who do you agree with,
oh p or her sister? Pleaselet us know. I'm actually concerned for
his sister. To be honest,the hotel you wanted to stay at no
longer exists. Back in the latenineties, I worked bar in a small
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town in rural Ireland, about fivehundred people, three pubs, one hotel.
It's a wee seaside village and quitepicturesque, and is therefore plagued by
tourists during any holidays. We liveddirectly opposite the hotel. The hotel was
about to be raised to the groundand built without the sixty years of nicotine
stains. The demolish was due tostart in January and the work was due
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to be completed sometime in two thousandand three. It's a small town.
Everyone knows everything as long as it'sabout someone else's business. The hotel's reception
phone number is one number away frommy parents' landline number. It's New Year's
Eve, or more accurately, fouram on New Year's Day. I'm home
for my shift, dealing with drunkjerks that, as this was in the
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nineties, want nothing but Bailey's andcream dement shots and Bacardi breezers, with
the occasional Irish coffee and a pintof Guinness that they'll order last as an
afterthought and then complain about the weight. Four am my parents' living room.
I'm having a wee decompressed and awhiskey. Phone rings, instinct kicks in
town name Harbor Barr, Happy NewYear. A slurred Belfast accent winds into
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my auditory canal. For most peoplereading this, when you think of an
Irish accent, you probably think ofa cork or a Galoway accent, nice
lyrical. This is not the casewith a spidery Belfast accent. Think of
a dentist drill that runs on tonicwine ordering McDonald's through its nasal passages.
All right, I've had a crackingtime tonight. We're booking the same nights
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for next year, Room one Onine, Jamie jeck face me. Oh
sorry, mate. The hotel isclosing in January and reopening in two thousand
and three, and the number forreception is five five five five five four
five. This is a private residence. How the heck would you know that
you said this was the bar.Just put me through to reception, you
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lazy jack me. Hey, buzzoff, mate, hangs up phone rings
again. Don't you dare hang upon me, you cow lover. Belfast
People often accuse the rurals of cowloving, which is odd because pigs are
so much lower maintenance and you cantest cosmetics on them to pretty them up.
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Town name hotel reception is five fivefive five five four five. This
is a private residence. Five fivefive five five five four. Don't call
again. This happens a few moretimes because the daft drunk jerk is just
hitting redial. It escalates with varyingdegrees as we've both been drinking. Me
to a lesser extent, I unpluggedthe phone from the wall. A few
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minutes past I'm formulating a plan.I plug the phone back in the phone
rings, I put on my bestreceptionist's voice. Good morning, town name,
hotel reception. How can I helpyou? Is this mister jerkface from
room one oh nine? How mayI be of service? That's better?
I want to book for the nextyear's sam Night. Certainly, mister jerkface.
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We have a fifty percent loyalty discountas your previous guest, same days
Roy. Okay, that's all bookedin for next year, arriving on the
morning of the thirty first. Yes, brilliant, wonderful, we will see
you. Then that year I wentaway to Uni, came back for a
Christmas. Many things happened in thetime in between, but then New Year's
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Eve came along. My folks andI were in the living room looking out
at a gigantic hole that used tobe the hotel, and our other windows
look out but over the bay,and having a few beers. A car
we don't recognize pulls up opposite thehole where the hotel used to be,
and three confused looking Belfast spidies getout beside the big hole where town name
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hotel was. Something clicks in theback of my head and I'm just laughing.
I explained the whole thing to mydad, who I'd relayed this story
to. These jerks drove about anhour to get here just to find out
they've got nowhere to stay. Weenjoy the show and open fresh tins as
they start screaming at each other infront of our house. It was a
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fun New Year's Eve. Am Ithe jerk for telling my girlfriend she can't
show me any more tiktoks. Thelast few months, TikTok has become my
twenty male girlfriends twenty female only personalitytrade. Sitting watching TV together TikTok,
lighting in bed, TikTok, standingaround making breakfast TikTok. I wouldn't really
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care, except she insists that Iwatch every video with her. Every time
I look away, it's, oh, look at this one, and then
she proceeds to show me the onehundredth unfunny video of the day. She
has a bad habit of making mewatch her on her phone, showing me
literally every single thing that comes onher screen. Whatever. I can just
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not and pretend I care. Butnow she'll show me these stupid videos and
then try to explain why they're funnyto me when I don't laugh, which
only annoys me more. The secondI wake up until the second I go
to sleep, she's trying to showme tiktoks. Clearly she hadn't gotten the
message that I literally do not carewhat these random, unfunny teens post on
the Internet. I've told her beforeto take it easy with showing me the
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tiktoks because I don't find them enjoyablelike she does, but she continues to
constantly show me more. Only nowshe adds this, Oh, this is
the last one. I swear it'sreally funny. Spoiler it's not. This
morning. I had been awake forall of two minutes when their tiktok'scapaid started.
Three waste of time videos later,I rolled over to ignore them better,
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and she got all sad and triedguilt tripping me about watching those stupid
things. Well, I finally hadenough and rolled over and told her she's
not allowed to show me tiktoks anymore. They're annoying, boring, and a
waste of time and I can't standto watch another single video. She called
me a jerk and said I reallyhurt her feelings, but unfortunately I really
do not care. I hate TikTok. It's a cancer. And besides,
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it's not like I'm saying I hateanything she's created. Am I the jerk
at it? So I've had afew questions about shared interests and this being
her hobby. Her and I havebeen together for over three years and this
girl is the most talented artist,dancer, and writer I've ever met.
So many passions I love about her. We're both in college living in the
same building, so we spend basicallyall of our time together. We have
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plenty of things we do together,video games, movies, cooking, we
even make puzzles together. The onlything that gets to me is the dang
obsession with TikTok. Well, whatdo you think is oh, be the
jerk or not? Please let usknow. There's two types of people in
this world, those who love TikTokand those who don't. Entitled stepmom bought
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me a locket for Christmas, onlyso she could steal it. I've always
loved the concept of a lockett.I have a small collection of them now,
each a reminder of someone I love. But this one I never replaced.
This happened back in twenty eleven,when I was thirteen years old.
I had been wanting a four pitcherlockett to have pictures of my younger half
brother and three cousins on my dad'sside. Since I had been wanting it
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for months and Christmas coming up,I asked my biological dad for it,
though I honestly didn't expect to comethrough. His new wife made it clear
she favored her two sons, mystepbrother and half brother, and wanted as
little to do with me and myolder brother, even if I didn't fully
understand what was happening at the time. This often meant gifts for me and
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my brother were an afterthought. Overthe years, I had lost count of
how they had gotten us that uselessor something we didn't want, for example,
clothing that's two sizes too small.So I was surprised when I went
down for Boxing Day and my firstgift given to me after opening our stockings
was the locket I had wanted.It was beautiful. It was a silver
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heart with a smaller heart engraved inthe ciner, and it opened like a
four leaf clover. It had nopictures in it. But my biological dad
promised me he would email the photoof my little brother, and I was
going to call my uncle as soonas I got home, but that would
never happen. When I got homethe next day, I was unpacking and
couldn't find the locket anywhere. Itwasn't in my suitcase or my backpack.
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I was devastated. When I talkedto his wife, she said I had
forgotten it on the table and thatI could grab it next time I was
down at their house. I wasso stupid when I was younger, I
never thought to question why I didn'tremember taking it out of my bag.
It would be the end of Januarybefore I visited them again. When asked
about the locket, I was toldthat they had tried to get the pictures
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done for me, but the photoshad come out blurry and had to be
redone. This was the story Igot for weeks, that they were waiting
for the photos, and then itchanged to they had misplaced the locket and
couldn't find it. I was moredevastated than when I'd realized I hadn't taken
it home, as it had gonefrom I had to wait to get it
back to I was never getting itback then Easter happened. I was down
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at biological Dads for Easter that year. I was taking turns with my little
brother, hiding plastic eggs around theliving room for my other when biological Dad's
wife came downstairs. She was wearingthe locket. She must have taken the
fact that I had stopped asking aboutit, that I must have forgotten about
the locket. I didn't say anythingwhen I saw it, though the look
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was almost like she wanted me to. What had hurt the most wasn't having
the locket stolen. It was thefact that my biological dad had known about
what she had done and had beenlying to me about it. It was
the first time I understood that hedidn't love me anymore, more interested in
doing her bidding than protecting his kids. Am I the jerk for reporting night
nurse neighbor for a hit and run. Neighbor witnessed, took picks and said
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she stayed there for a bit whilefreaking out, then proceeded to park on
the other side of the parking lot, went upstairs and came back down with
a rag and attempted to buff outthe scratches and fix the dents, and
then went back upstairs and didn't return. Q two. Around twelve thirty pm,
we walked past significant others car andgaped in horror as the parking spot
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the other driver parked in was stillempty except for a few pieces of their
car where they had bumped into it. There are pretty large dens and scrapes
from the driver's side all the wayback to the wheel. Along with those
were the buff marks from where theneighbor tried to fix it. Neighbors saw
us and told us what happened.We went to our leasing office to see
if they knew the owner, asshe left no note. They said the
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vehicle wasn't registered in their system.I called the police to file a report
because at this point it seemed prettyclear that she wasn't going to contact us,
and I've heard horror stories where peopletry to blame that not at fault
party for pre existing damage. Policehad their car toad slash impounded, spoke
with witnesses and took pieces of hervehicle she left behind. An investigator called
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and informed us that she was atnight nurse and was driving home from an
exhausting shift and admitted to panicking andshe claimed she went upstairs to write a
note but then fell asleep. Shewas cited for a hit and run.
Investigator said we did the right thingand he would have done it as well.
Yesterday evening, my significant other founda note taped to his car that
said, I'm so sorry I accidentallyscratched your car up a little. I
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feel really bad. Here's my number. I want to keep insurance out of
it. I tried to find yourcar to leave a note after, but
it was gone by then. I'minfuriated, but conflicted. She blatantly lied
in the note about the car beinggone when it wasn't moved the whole time.
My significant other thinks we should contacther and offer to pick her up
from work, since she may bein a sit situation where she doesn't have
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the support. I disagree. Sincewe have the report and had to go
through police to even find out herinsurance slash contact in full, I feel
justified and letting her insurance pay forthe damages and having no other contact with
her. We don't know her Hatchieleft a note. I'd probably feel differently,
but I don't get that impression thatshe's sorry. Well, what would
you do in the situation, wouldyou show a mercy to the night nurse
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or not? Please let us know. Heck no, she thought she was
gonna get away with it. Stopbooking a room you cannot pay for and
stop saying you've stayed here before fora cheaper price. I was checking in
a lady who booked the room witha third party, and the first thing
she asks was how much is therate on my reservation? So, you
know, I ask for her name, so she gave it to me,
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and I checked, all right,your rate for our biggest room is one
twenty before taxes. And she looksme dead in the eyes and asks,
well, how much is the totalwith taxes? So I go into my
system again, and while I'm lookingfor the total, I asked for her
ID in card she's using. Inthe meantime, she kept asking me if
she needs a credit card that shewould rather pay with debit. Sure thing,
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credit debit, it doesn't matter.So while she's looking for her ID,
she asks, well, how muchis it? I was irritated with
the way she presents herself at checkin and how she's raising her tone,
so I tell her I'll check onceI get your ID. In form of
payment. Absolutely lie coming up.I can't check for the total without both,
so she finds her ID in cardsshe used to make the reservation.
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In total, the room came upto one sixty five thirteen with taxes and
the authorization. Upon check in,this woman pulls the let me try this
card first and it failed. Triedthe second card and it also failed.
She then asked me again, doesit have to be credit yet? After
I told her it can be debitor credit. Her debit card didn't work
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and none of her other cards did. Her husband had to pay for it
and he was absolutely mad. Iasked her if she needed our biggest room,
well, what does it have?Oh well nothing, it's just bigger
in size and bedrooms separated with amini living room and kitchen. She then
tells me, oh, we don'tneed it, but it sounds nice.
Well, you could barely afford it. Another lady comes in as a walk
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in. She needs a room withtwo beds, and I tell her that
our two beds are sold out.So she asked for our single rooms and
how much the price was? It'sone O nine ninety nine before tax?
Is that okay? She already hadthat face that you just know would tell
you. Let me talk to thehusband. Yet, before she could leave,
she said, oh, wow,it was much cheaper the last time
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I stayed. I wonder why theprice went up and left, didn't care.
Someone is going to get that roomanyways. But she comes back and
asks for the room for a muchcheaper price, kept mentioning the whole state
here before thing. All right,you've been here. Well, let me
go ahead and ask for your ID, and we'll see what your last rate
was so we can honor that ratefor you. She gives me her ID
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and I started searching for a profileto pop up, and nothing. No
profile came out with her name.Sorry, ma'am, you don't seem to
have stayed with us before. Maybeit was the same hotel, different location.
No, it was this exact location. It was way cheaper than you're
one o nine. I don't understandwhy you can't lower it. Whatever,
I guess we'll head to a muchfancier hotel. Fine by me. She
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came back ten minutes later and paidone oh nine ninety nine. Glad to
make business with you, close allthe deals we can to meet quota.
Okay, this happened back in twentyten. I had started working for a
cemetery slash funeral home combination a coupleof years before this all took place.
We had around ten salespeople on ourteam and worked for a major corporation.
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At first, we had an amazingsales manager, Jim. He had actually
worked at that location as a salesrep years prior and understood what we dealt
with each day. He was extremelysupportive and brought a great work culture to
the team. Jim encouraged us tohelp families to the best of our abilities,
and sales were simply a byproduct ofthat process, so everyone involved benefited,
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including the families we served. Wewere so successful that Jim received a
promotion in twenty ten to a regionalmarket manager position in a different area,
leaving us without a sales manager atour location. The rest of the sales
team and I speculated that the companywould bring in another manager from a smaller
location to help continue our success.Instead, they decided to hire from outside
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the company. The guy they choseto replace Jim with was a sales manager
from a major insurance company. We'llcall him Jerk. While Jerke had a
background in sales management, He knewclose to nothing about what it was like
in the funeral industry, and hehad a style of management completely unlike that
of Jim. At first, someof us tried to make him aware of
the team culture we had in placeand how things would virtually run themselves if
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he would simply maintain what Jim hadaccomplished. Jerk became very dismissive and went
as far is putting a label onthe bottom of his coffee mug that read
the Boss. Anytime someone would tryto speak with him about the mistakes we
believed he was making, he wouldtake a sip of his coffee, thus
showing the label. It was basicallya forget you. While this succeeded in
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shutting down complaints, it also alienatedhim from the sales team. He would
also often brag about his past achievementsand failed to acknowledge current success of our
team members. It didn't take longbefore morale started to decline and sales performance
began to slow. This was whenwe found out why Jerk changed industries.
It became clear that Jerk had adrinking problem. He started disappearing around noon
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and would return a couple of hourslater, smelling of alcohol and appeared red
faced and very relaxed. Jerk alsohired on a new sales rep to join
the team. She was far differentfrom the rest of us. She was
young, good looking, and veryvery smug. We shall call her Karen.
Karen had a background in business tobusiness sales and did not mention to
the family culture we had developed overthe years. Her arrogance made it clear
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that Jerk had big plans for herto be promoted quickly through the ranks.
It was about that same time whenwe also heard of an incident involving Jerk.
During his two weeks of training atcorporate headquarters. Jerk allegedly fell asleep
while watching the Super Bowl and leftthe bathtub fasted on in his hotel bathroom.
It was running long enough to overflowthe tub and flooded two rooms below
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his, one of which was thehotel's IT room, causing around twenty thousand
dollars in damages. This knowledge,combined with Jerk's apparent drinking habits, told
us a lot about how he handledstress. As morale continued to decline along
with our sales revenue, Jerk becamemore and more irritated. We had daily
sales meetings, and his desperation beganto show. It was clear that the
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corporation was pressuring Jerk to improve salesand that his job was in jeopardy.
It's important to note that sales managerhad the ability to give team incentives in
order to motivate a team when necessary. While Jim had occasionally offered incentives,
it was never anything like what Jerkoffered our sales team at that time.
We tried to explain to Jerk thatit was a slow time of year for
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sales and that pushing customers too hardoften ended up with less than nine deal
outcomes. In the end, Jerkwas having none of it. He promised
that he would take the entire teamout to celebrate if we hit our sales
quota for the month. His incentivewas a riverboat cruise for each salesperson plus
one guest each if we simply hitour quota for the month. He said
that if we had any customers thatwere on the fence, that we should
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do whatever we had in order toclose the deal. We all agreed to
do just that. For the nextweek and a half, we called every
contact we could and pushed every dealtowards a contract until we hit quota.
We never sold anyone anything they didn'tactually want, but we simply pushed to
get it done sooner. The endresult was we barely made our quota for
the month. Jerk quickly took pridethat he had pulled it off and made
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his quota for the next month andbooked the riverboat cruise as he had promised.
He even arranged for a limo rideto and from the My wife and
I, however, decided to driveourselves. We are not big drinkers and
normally wouldn't even go on something suchas a riverboat cruise, but there was
no way I was going to missout on what was about to unfold.
You see, what I also heardwas that the regional manager for our area,
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the person that hired Jerk, wasalso going to be present on the
cruise. I also knew that Jerkwould make sure there was a full bar
available on the company dime. Iwas right. My wife and I agreed
in advance to have one drink eachand to do a little dancing together,
as we rightly deserved. However,what we really came to do was sit
and watch. As expected, Jerkshowed his true Colors by drinking up a
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storm and running up a huge billfor the company. Better yet was that
Karen and her date celebrated to anextreme. At the end of the cruise,
my wife and I walked back toour car, Karen and her date
were passed out and sprawled on apark bench on the dock. Jerk was
trying to round everyone up to thelimo. The following Monday brought the new
month and our new sales tank.We had burned through every lead we had
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the month prior and were left sittingat our desks with no leads. During
each sales meeting that followed, Jerkbecame more and more desperate, until he
finally flipped out in the middle ofa meeting. This alarmed one staff member,
not me. Jerk was called intoan HR meeting that resulted in his
termination. Karen disappeared around the sametime. Things at that location continued to
take on a more corporate vibe,so I left that job a few years
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after that. About five years later, I saw Jerk living out of his
car with two small dogs at thelocal bus station. We locked eyes for
a moment and I just smiled.I really do wish him the best,
but I also hope he learned somethingabout humility. My first experience with this
kind of Karen first, a descriptionof what I look like. I'm short,
thin, and look like I'm inmy teens. I'm not. I'm
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twenty four, wearing a big graycoat with a green shirt underneath and blue
jeans, also using my red wirelessheadphones, and wearing a mask with skulls
printed on it. I met mylocal g grocery store, where the uniform
is dark red with orange highlights,so I look nothing like them. I'm
looking at one of the shelves,seeing what snacks and drinks they have,
when out of nowhere, my headphonesare ripped off my head and the Karen
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is there and I get ready fora flight. Karen, excuse me,
I've been trying to get you attentionfor five minutes. She could have,
but like I said, headphones me. Is there a problem? Miss?
I've been looking for kitchen where everywhereand I can't find it. And Wade,
you think I work here? Yes, you teens always have jobs in
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these sorts of places. I sighheavily. Again. My shortness is a
burden me. I mean, you'renot wrong about teens working here. But
not only do I not work here, I'm not a teen. Now give
me my headphones back. I reachfor my headphones. No, you're going
to take me to get what Iwant, then you'll get your headphones me.
Lady, Look, I don't workhere. I work at home.
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You can't just take something that doesn'tbelong to you. If you want,
I suggest looking for someone wearing theuniform, though I doubt they'd help you
because of how rude you are,how dag you speak? How dare you
think it's okay to invade my personalspace? How dare you think it's okay
to take my property? And howdare you assume people will do as you
say? That might work for kids, but not a twenty four year old
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man who just came out for thefirst time in a week after dealing with
a family pet dying. That lastone wasn't necessary, but I was so
mad that my trip out was ruinedthat it slipped out all ip to my
cat eleven years of fun. Isnatched my headphones back, leaving her speechless.
Me go look for someone wearing redand orange. That's what the staff
wear here, And with that,I grabbed my things and left. As
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a staff member turned the corner,I told her to turn and run back
the way she came. There's aKaren back there, So this ends my
story. I started laughing on myway home about how ridiculous this whole thing
was. Woman assumes I was helpinga customer, but I was helping my
mom. I was making some homemadesheet candy, and before I started cooking,
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I noticed that I was out ofcooking spray. So my mom and
I had for the nearest grocery store. The employees at the store, which
I worked at for a short time, wear a blue apron with a store
name on the front. I waswearing a black apron covered in powdered sugar
from the last batch I had madea couple of weeks prior. I had
forgotten to take the apron off beforeheading out. While we were there,
we decided to pick up a fewextra things instead of just the cooking spray.
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My mom can't bend over due tohaving had a knee replacement surgery a
while back, so I was helpingher out by grabbing items off the lower
shelf. My mom shuffled forwards abit when I hear it ehem. I
turned around and faced a woman witha typical care and haircut. I couldn't
really see much of her face,but her mask definitely screamed to me.
I demand attention with how brightly coloredit was. But it was the eyes.
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She was glaring at me for somereason, and I couldn't figure out
quite why. Oh, sorry,am I in your way? This has
not been the first time I've beenconfronted by someone for being in the way
while looking for something or waiting formy mom to move forward. You should
be helping other customers. Uh oh. I knew what this was the second
she said that there was no wayshe could recognize me as a former employee
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since I wasn't wearing my work wigand was only wearing a black bandana.
I don't work here, ma'am.I stood up from my crouched position and
straightened my apron since it had gottenup on my back a bit. Yes
you do. You're wearing an apronand helping that jerk get her groceries.
That woman is my mother, andI don't work here. Maybe instead of
being what you called my mom,you should think before you speak. I
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went to turn and walk away fromher, when she screeched at me,
check me your manager? Do youwant me to get you my manager?
Okay, I have a bit ofa temper when people insult my family,
but insulting my mom directly had majorlyput me in a bad mood. What
you may not know is that I'mthe kind of person who becomes quite the
smarty when confronted angrily. So Iwent and got my manager, my mother,
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here's your manager. This woman ismanaged me for twenty four years.
Why don't you tell her what yourcomplaint is. My mom looked so confused,
but the Karen just touffed and stormedout of the aisle. I thought
that would be the end of it. We continued shopping when that same bright
beacon of a mask came wheeling aroundthe corner with a real employee in tow.
That's her, That's the employee thatrefused to help me. Me,
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Mom, you need my help inhere? Nope, I'm good. Meet
you back at the car. TheKaren stomped over to me, pointing and
screeching at me and the employee.She was demanding I'd be fired for refusing
to help her and instead favoring anothercustomer. I just stared at her,
scratched my nose through my mask,and waited for her to stop shrieking.
Before I'd pointed at my apron blacknot blue, Lady, I don't work
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here. I was shopping with mymom. Leave me alone. The employee
looked so confused, only managing outa week. She doesn't work here.
The second that Karen started yelling atthe employee, I just booked it out
of there. I feel bad forleaving the guy with that crazy lady,
but I wasn't about to deal withher crap or risk completely snapping and doing
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something crazy after she had insulted mymother. I must have a retail face
or something, or rather retail eyeswith all of us having to wear masks.
But really, lady, insulting acustomer and demanding a person wearing a
sugar covered apron to help you,I ain't no sugary sweet maid that bends
to your every will. Speaking ofsugary sweets, what's your favorite kind of
candy of all time? Please letus know. Take five for the wind
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entitled parent Stories. Our first storywe'll be reading today. Karen's sister acts
like she's pregnant even though she's not. After that, the hotel you wanted
to stay at no longer exists.And after that, am I the jerk
for telling my girlfriend she can't showme any more? Tiktoks. Now for
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every thumbs up this video kits one, Karen doesn't get to watch any more.
Tiktoks. You can't do this tome, so please smash that like
button, and if you're new,subscribe and turned on notifications for new stories
from Reddit. Every single day.Karen's sister acts like she's pregnant even though
she's not. I, thirty fivefemale, am pregnant with my sisters thirty
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female child. My sister has somefertility issues and is not able to have
a safe pregnancy. I offered tocarry the baby for her and her husband.
I'm now currently six and a halfmonths along and everything is going well.
Once we found out I was pregnant, my sister made the decision to
live like she herself is the onewho was pregnant. I found it odd,
but I didn't see an issue withit. I understood that she's going
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through an emotional time. I mainlythought this was going to be something just
between her and her husband. Iwas wrong, and she's begun to act
pregnant in her daily life. Atfirst, it was just small things like
having her husband run out to gether food she was craving. But it
developed into things like wearing maternity whereshe also gets annoyed if I talk about
my cravings or pregnancy symptoms around her. These things don't bother me much,
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and I just think my sister wantsto feel involved. Today, my sister
wanted to go shopping to look atbaby things since the stores half reopened in
our area. The day started withher getting angry whenever sales staff would talk
to me. I would explain tothe salesperson that my sister is the mother
whenever it was needed. After afew stores, we arrived at a baby
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retailer where she wanted to make ababy registry. By this point, I
was extremely tired and wanted to gohome. I told my sister this,
and she promised this would be thelast store. I must have looked exhausted
because as we were waiting. Thesalesperson brought over a chair for me to
sit in while the registry paperwork wasdone. When she brought it over,
she did say something like, here'sa chair for mom. I didn't correct
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the salesperson this time and just setdown. My sister told me to get
up and give her the chair.After I had sat down, I asked
her why and tried explaining that Iwas tired. My sister berated me by
saying that the salesperson said the chairwas for the mom and that she was
supposed to sit She said that thiswas her registry appointment and how dare I
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act like this was all about me. She said she was the one who
was the expected mother and that sheneeded to sit down now. I told
my sister that, yes, sheis going to be the mother, but
I am the one that is currentlypregnant. I snapped at her that she
is not actually pregnant and does notget how exhausting it can be. I
told her, I'm trying my bestto appease her, but she's being ridiculous.
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My sister began to cry, sayingthat I was shaming her for not
being able to get pregnant and thatI was making fun of her. I
tried to defend myself and tell herthat's not what I meant. She wouldn't
listen and ran out of the store. Everyone in the store was staring at
us. They were looking at melike I was a complete monster. After
hearing what my sister said, mymother said that I should have just let
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my sister have the seat. Iknow this whole thing must seem so small
and stupid because it's about a chair. I don't know if I am the
jerk in this situation or not.Well, who do you agree with,
oh p or her sister? Pleaselet us know. I'm actually concerned for
his sister. To be honest,the hotel you wanted to stay at no
longer exists. Back in the latenineties, I worked bar in a small
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town in rural Ireland, about fivehundred people, three pubs, one hotel.
It's a wee seaside village and quitepicturesque, and is therefore plagued by
tourists during any holidays. We liveddirectly opposite the hotel. The hotel was
about to be raised to the groundand built without the sixty years of nicotine
stains. The demolish was due tostart in January and the work was due
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to be completed sometime in two thousandand three. It's a small town.
Everyone knows everything as long as it'sabout someone else's business. The hotel's reception
phone number is one number away frommy parents' landline number. It's New Year's
Eve, or more accurately, fouram on New Year's Day. I'm home
for my shift, dealing with drunkjerks that, as this was in the
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nineties, want nothing but Bailey's andcream dement shots and Bacardi breezers, with
the occasional Irish coffee and a pintof Guinness that they'll order last as an
afterthought and then complain about the weight. Four am my parents' living room.
I'm having a wee decompressed and awhiskey. Phone rings, instinct kicks in
town name Harbor Barr, Happy NewYear. A slurred Belfast accent winds into
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my auditory canal. For most peoplereading this, when you think of an
Irish accent, you probably think ofa cork or a Galoway accent, nice
lyrical. This is not the casewith a spidery Belfast accent. Think of
a dentist drill that runs on tonicwine ordering McDonald's through its nasal passages.
All right, I've had a crackingtime tonight. We're booking the same nights
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for next year, Room one Onine, Jamie jeck face me. Oh
sorry, mate. The hotel isclosing in January and reopening in two thousand
and three, and the number forreception is five five five five five four
five. This is a private residence. How the heck would you know that
you said this was the bar.Just put me through to reception, you
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lazy jack me. Hey, buzzoff, mate, hangs up phone rings
again. Don't you dare hang upon me, you cow lover. Belfast
People often accuse the rurals of cowloving, which is odd because pigs are
so much lower maintenance and you cantest cosmetics on them to pretty them up.
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Town name hotel reception is five fivefive five five four five. This
is a private residence. Five fivefive five five five four. Don't call
again. This happens a few moretimes because the daft drunk jerk is just
hitting redial. It escalates with varyingdegrees as we've both been drinking. Me
to a lesser extent, I unpluggedthe phone from the wall. A few
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minutes past I'm formulating a plan.I plug the phone back in the phone
rings, I put on my bestreceptionist's voice. Good morning, town name,
hotel reception. How can I helpyou? Is this mister jerkface from
room one oh nine? How mayI be of service? That's better?
I want to book for the nextyear's sam Night. Certainly, mister jerkface.
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We have a fifty percent loyalty discountas your previous guest, same days
Roy. Okay, that's all bookedin for next year, arriving on the
morning of the thirty first. Yes, brilliant, wonderful, we will see
you. Then that year I wentaway to Uni, came back for a
Christmas. Many things happened in thetime in between, but then New Year's
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Eve came along. My folks andI were in the living room looking out
at a gigantic hole that used tobe the hotel, and our other windows
look out but over the bay,and having a few beers. A car
we don't recognize pulls up opposite thehole where the hotel used to be,
and three confused looking Belfast spidies getout beside the big hole where town name
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hotel was. Something clicks in theback of my head and I'm just laughing.
I explained the whole thing to mydad, who I'd relayed this story
to. These jerks drove about anhour to get here just to find out
they've got nowhere to stay. Weenjoy the show and open fresh tins as
they start screaming at each other infront of our house. It was a
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fun New Year's Eve. Am Ithe jerk for telling my girlfriend she can't
show me any more tiktoks. Thelast few months, TikTok has become my
twenty male girlfriends twenty female only personalitytrade. Sitting watching TV together TikTok,
lighting in bed, TikTok, standingaround making breakfast TikTok. I wouldn't really
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care, except she insists that Iwatch every video with her. Every time
I look away, it's, oh, look at this one, and then
she proceeds to show me the onehundredth unfunny video of the day. She
has a bad habit of making mewatch her on her phone, showing me
literally every single thing that comes onher screen. Whatever. I can just
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not and pretend I care. Butnow she'll show me these stupid videos and
then try to explain why they're funnyto me when I don't laugh, which
only annoys me more. The secondI wake up until the second I go
to sleep, she's trying to showme tiktoks. Clearly she hadn't gotten the
message that I literally do not carewhat these random, unfunny teens post on
the Internet. I've told her beforeto take it easy with showing me the
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tiktoks because I don't find them enjoyablelike she does, but she continues to
constantly show me more. Only nowshe adds this, Oh, this is
the last one. I swear it'sreally funny. Spoiler it's not. This
morning. I had been awake forall of two minutes when their tiktok'scapaid started.
Three waste of time videos later,I rolled over to ignore them better,
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and she got all sad and triedguilt tripping me about watching those stupid
things. Well, I finally hadenough and rolled over and told her she's
not allowed to show me tiktoks anymore. They're annoying, boring, and a
waste of time and I can't standto watch another single video. She called
me a jerk and said I reallyhurt her feelings, but unfortunately I really
do not care. I hate TikTok. It's a cancer. And besides,
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it's not like I'm saying I hateanything she's created. Am I the jerk
at it? So I've had afew questions about shared interests and this being
her hobby. Her and I havebeen together for over three years and this
girl is the most talented artist,dancer, and writer I've ever met.
So many passions I love about her. We're both in college living in the
same building, so we spend basicallyall of our time together. We have
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plenty of things we do together,video games, movies, cooking, we
even make puzzles together. The onlything that gets to me is the dang
obsession with TikTok. Well, whatdo you think is oh, be the
jerk or not? Please let usknow. There's two types of people in
this world, those who love TikTokand those who don't. Entitled stepmom bought
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me a locket for Christmas, onlyso she could steal it. I've always
loved the concept of a lockett.I have a small collection of them now,
each a reminder of someone I love. But this one I never replaced.
This happened back in twenty eleven,when I was thirteen years old.
I had been wanting a four pitcherlockett to have pictures of my younger half
brother and three cousins on my dad'sside. Since I had been wanting it
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for months and Christmas coming up,I asked my biological dad for it,
though I honestly didn't expect to comethrough. His new wife made it clear
she favored her two sons, mystepbrother and half brother, and wanted as
little to do with me and myolder brother, even if I didn't fully
understand what was happening at the time. This often meant gifts for me and
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my brother were an afterthought. Overthe years, I had lost count of
how they had gotten us that uselessor something we didn't want, for example,
clothing that's two sizes too small.So I was surprised when I went
down for Boxing Day and my firstgift given to me after opening our stockings
was the locket I had wanted.It was beautiful. It was a silver
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heart with a smaller heart engraved inthe ciner, and it opened like a
four leaf clover. It had nopictures in it. But my biological dad
promised me he would email the photoof my little brother, and I was
going to call my uncle as soonas I got home, but that would
never happen. When I got homethe next day, I was unpacking and
couldn't find the locket anywhere. Itwasn't in my suitcase or my backpack.
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I was devastated. When I talkedto his wife, she said I had
forgotten it on the table and thatI could grab it next time I was
down at their house. I wasso stupid when I was younger, I
never thought to question why I didn'tremember taking it out of my bag.
It would be the end of Januarybefore I visited them again. When asked
about the locket, I was toldthat they had tried to get the pictures
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done for me, but the photoshad come out blurry and had to be
redone. This was the story Igot for weeks, that they were waiting
for the photos, and then itchanged to they had misplaced the locket and
couldn't find it. I was moredevastated than when I'd realized I hadn't taken
it home, as it had gonefrom I had to wait to get it
back to I was never getting itback then Easter happened. I was down
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at biological Dads for Easter that year. I was taking turns with my little
brother, hiding plastic eggs around theliving room for my other when biological Dad's
wife came downstairs. She was wearingthe locket. She must have taken the
fact that I had stopped asking aboutit, that I must have forgotten about
the locket. I didn't say anythingwhen I saw it, though the look
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was almost like she wanted me to. What had hurt the most wasn't having
the locket stolen. It was thefact that my biological dad had known about
what she had done and had beenlying to me about it. It was
the first time I understood that hedidn't love me anymore, more interested in
doing her bidding than protecting his kids. Am I the jerk for reporting night
nurse neighbor for a hit and run. Neighbor witnessed, took picks and said
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she stayed there for a bit whilefreaking out, then proceeded to park on
the other side of the parking lot, went upstairs and came back down with
a rag and attempted to buff outthe scratches and fix the dents, and
then went back upstairs and didn't return. Q two. Around twelve thirty pm,
we walked past significant others car andgaped in horror as the parking spot
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the other driver parked in was stillempty except for a few pieces of their
car where they had bumped into it. There are pretty large dens and scrapes
from the driver's side all the wayback to the wheel. Along with those
were the buff marks from where theneighbor tried to fix it. Neighbors saw
us and told us what happened.We went to our leasing office to see
if they knew the owner, asshe left no note. They said the
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vehicle wasn't registered in their system.I called the police to file a report
because at this point it seemed prettyclear that she wasn't going to contact us,
and I've heard horror stories where peopletry to blame that not at fault
party for pre existing damage. Policehad their car toad slash impounded, spoke
with witnesses and took pieces of hervehicle she left behind. An investigator called
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and informed us that she was atnight nurse and was driving home from an
exhausting shift and admitted to panicking andshe claimed she went upstairs to write a
note but then fell asleep. Shewas cited for a hit and run.
Investigator said we did the right thingand he would have done it as well.
Yesterday evening, my significant other founda note taped to his car that
said, I'm so sorry I accidentallyscratched your car up a little. I
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feel really bad. Here's my number. I want to keep insurance out of
it. I tried to find yourcar to leave a note after, but
it was gone by then. I'minfuriated, but conflicted. She blatantly lied
in the note about the car beinggone when it wasn't moved the whole time.
My significant other thinks we should contacther and offer to pick her up
from work, since she may bein a sit situation where she doesn't have
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the support. I disagree. Sincewe have the report and had to go
through police to even find out herinsurance slash contact in full, I feel
justified and letting her insurance pay forthe damages and having no other contact with
her. We don't know her Hatchieleft a note. I'd probably feel differently,
but I don't get that impression thatshe's sorry. Well, what would
you do in the situation, wouldyou show a mercy to the night nurse
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or not? Please let us know. Heck no, she thought she was
gonna get away with it. Stopbooking a room you cannot pay for and
stop saying you've stayed here before fora cheaper price. I was checking in
a lady who booked the room witha third party, and the first thing
she asks was how much is therate on my reservation? So, you
know, I ask for her name, so she gave it to me,
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and I checked, all right,your rate for our biggest room is one
twenty before taxes. And she looksme dead in the eyes and asks,
well, how much is the totalwith taxes? So I go into my
system again, and while I'm lookingfor the total, I asked for her
ID in card she's using. Inthe meantime, she kept asking me if
she needs a credit card that shewould rather pay with debit. Sure thing,
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credit debit, it doesn't matter.So while she's looking for her ID,
she asks, well, how muchis it? I was irritated with
the way she presents herself at checkin and how she's raising her tone,
so I tell her I'll check onceI get your ID. In form of
payment. Absolutely lie coming up.I can't check for the total without both,
so she finds her ID in cardsshe used to make the reservation.
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In total, the room came upto one sixty five thirteen with taxes and
the authorization. Upon check in,this woman pulls the let me try this
card first and it failed. Triedthe second card and it also failed.
She then asked me again, doesit have to be credit yet? After
I told her it can be debitor credit. Her debit card didn't work
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and none of her other cards did. Her husband had to pay for it
and he was absolutely mad. Iasked her if she needed our biggest room,
well, what does it have?Oh well nothing, it's just bigger
in size and bedrooms separated with amini living room and kitchen. She then
tells me, oh, we don'tneed it, but it sounds nice.
Well, you could barely afford it. Another lady comes in as a walk
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in. She needs a room withtwo beds, and I tell her that
our two beds are sold out.So she asked for our single rooms and
how much the price was? It'sone O nine ninety nine before tax?
Is that okay? She already hadthat face that you just know would tell
you. Let me talk to thehusband. Yet, before she could leave,
she said, oh, wow,it was much cheaper the last time
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I stayed. I wonder why theprice went up and left, didn't care.
Someone is going to get that roomanyways. But she comes back and
asks for the room for a muchcheaper price, kept mentioning the whole state
here before thing. All right,you've been here. Well, let me
go ahead and ask for your ID, and we'll see what your last rate
was so we can honor that ratefor you. She gives me her ID
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and I started searching for a profileto pop up, and nothing. No
profile came out with her name.Sorry, ma'am, you don't seem to
have stayed with us before. Maybeit was the same hotel, different location.
No, it was this exact location. It was way cheaper than you're
one o nine. I don't understandwhy you can't lower it. Whatever,
I guess we'll head to a muchfancier hotel. Fine by me. She
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came back ten minutes later and paidone oh nine ninety nine. Glad to
make business with you, close allthe deals we can to meet quota.
Okay, this happened back in twentyten. I had started working for a
cemetery slash funeral home combination a coupleof years before this all took place.
We had around ten salespeople on ourteam and worked for a major corporation.
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At first, we had an amazingsales manager, Jim. He had actually
worked at that location as a salesrep years prior and understood what we dealt
with each day. He was extremelysupportive and brought a great work culture to
the team. Jim encouraged us tohelp families to the best of our abilities,
and sales were simply a byproduct ofthat process, so everyone involved benefited,
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including the families we served. Wewere so successful that Jim received a
promotion in twenty ten to a regionalmarket manager position in a different area,
leaving us without a sales manager atour location. The rest of the sales
team and I speculated that the companywould bring in another manager from a smaller
location to help continue our success.Instead, they decided to hire from outside
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the company. The guy they choseto replace Jim with was a sales manager
from a major insurance company. We'llcall him Jerk. While Jerke had a
background in sales management, He knewclose to nothing about what it was like
in the funeral industry, and hehad a style of management completely unlike that
of Jim. At first, someof us tried to make him aware of
the team culture we had in placeand how things would virtually run themselves if
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he would simply maintain what Jim hadaccomplished. Jerk became very dismissive and went
as far is putting a label onthe bottom of his coffee mug that read
the Boss. Anytime someone would tryto speak with him about the mistakes we
believed he was making, he wouldtake a sip of his coffee, thus
showing the label. It was basicallya forget you. While this succeeded in
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shutting down complaints, it also alienatedhim from the sales team. He would
also often brag about his past achievementsand failed to acknowledge current success of our
team members. It didn't take longbefore morale started to decline and sales performance
began to slow. This was whenwe found out why Jerk changed industries.
It became clear that Jerk had adrinking problem. He started disappearing around noon
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and would return a couple of hourslater, smelling of alcohol and appeared red
faced and very relaxed. Jerk alsohired on a new sales rep to join
the team. She was far differentfrom the rest of us. She was
young, good looking, and veryvery smug. We shall call her Karen.
Karen had a background in business tobusiness sales and did not mention to
the family culture we had developed overthe years. Her arrogance made it clear
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that Jerk had big plans for herto be promoted quickly through the ranks.
It was about that same time whenwe also heard of an incident involving Jerk.
During his two weeks of training atcorporate headquarters. Jerk allegedly fell asleep
while watching the Super Bowl and leftthe bathtub fasted on in his hotel bathroom.
It was running long enough to overflowthe tub and flooded two rooms below
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his, one of which was thehotel's IT room, causing around twenty thousand
dollars in damages. This knowledge,combined with Jerk's apparent drinking habits, told
us a lot about how he handledstress. As morale continued to decline along
with our sales revenue, Jerk becamemore and more irritated. We had daily
sales meetings, and his desperation beganto show. It was clear that the
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corporation was pressuring Jerk to improve salesand that his job was in jeopardy.
It's important to note that sales managerhad the ability to give team incentives in
order to motivate a team when necessary. While Jim had occasionally offered incentives,
it was never anything like what Jerkoffered our sales team at that time.
We tried to explain to Jerk thatit was a slow time of year for
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sales and that pushing customers too hardoften ended up with less than nine deal
outcomes. In the end, Jerkwas having none of it. He promised
that he would take the entire teamout to celebrate if we hit our sales
quota for the month. His incentivewas a riverboat cruise for each salesperson plus
one guest each if we simply hitour quota for the month. He said
that if we had any customers thatwere on the fence, that we should
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do whatever we had in order toclose the deal. We all agreed to
do just that. For the nextweek and a half, we called every
contact we could and pushed every dealtowards a contract until we hit quota.
We never sold anyone anything they didn'tactually want, but we simply pushed to
get it done sooner. The endresult was we barely made our quota for
the month. Jerk quickly took pridethat he had pulled it off and made
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his quota for the next month andbooked the riverboat cruise as he had promised.
He even arranged for a limo rideto and from the My wife and
I, however, decided to driveourselves. We are not big drinkers and
normally wouldn't even go on something suchas a riverboat cruise, but there was
no way I was going to missout on what was about to unfold.
You see, what I also heardwas that the regional manager for our area,
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the person that hired Jerk, wasalso going to be present on the
cruise. I also knew that Jerkwould make sure there was a full bar
available on the company dime. Iwas right. My wife and I agreed
in advance to have one drink eachand to do a little dancing together,
as we rightly deserved. However,what we really came to do was sit
and watch. As expected, Jerkshowed his true Colors by drinking up a
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storm and running up a huge billfor the company. Better yet was that
Karen and her date celebrated to anextreme. At the end of the cruise,
my wife and I walked back toour car, Karen and her date
were passed out and sprawled on apark bench on the dock. Jerk was
trying to round everyone up to thelimo. The following Monday brought the new
month and our new sales tank.We had burned through every lead we had
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the month prior and were left sittingat our desks with no leads. During
each sales meeting that followed, Jerkbecame more and more desperate, until he
finally flipped out in the middle ofa meeting. This alarmed one staff member,
not me. Jerk was called intoan HR meeting that resulted in his
termination. Karen disappeared around the sametime. Things at that location continued to
take on a more corporate vibe,so I left that job a few years
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after that. About five years later, I saw Jerk living out of his
car with two small dogs at thelocal bus station. We locked eyes for
a moment and I just smiled.I really do wish him the best,
but I also hope he learned somethingabout humility. My first experience with this
kind of Karen first, a descriptionof what I look like. I'm short,
thin, and look like I'm inmy teens. I'm not. I'm
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twenty four, wearing a big graycoat with a green shirt underneath and blue
jeans, also using my red wirelessheadphones, and wearing a mask with skulls
printed on it. I met mylocal g grocery store, where the uniform
is dark red with orange highlights,so I look nothing like them. I'm
looking at one of the shelves,seeing what snacks and drinks they have,
when out of nowhere, my headphonesare ripped off my head and the Karen
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is there and I get ready fora flight. Karen, excuse me,
I've been trying to get you attentionfor five minutes. She could have,
but like I said, headphones me. Is there a problem? Miss?
I've been looking for kitchen where everywhereand I can't find it. And Wade,
you think I work here? Yes, you teens always have jobs in
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these sorts of places. I sighheavily. Again. My shortness is a
burden me. I mean, you'renot wrong about teens working here. But
not only do I not work here, I'm not a teen. Now give
me my headphones back. I reachfor my headphones. No, you're going
to take me to get what Iwant, then you'll get your headphones me.
Lady, Look, I don't workhere. I work at home.
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You can't just take something that doesn'tbelong to you. If you want,
I suggest looking for someone wearing theuniform, though I doubt they'd help you
because of how rude you are,how dag you speak? How dare you
think it's okay to invade my personalspace? How dare you think it's okay
to take my property? And howdare you assume people will do as you
say? That might work for kids, but not a twenty four year old
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man who just came out for thefirst time in a week after dealing with
a family pet dying. That lastone wasn't necessary, but I was so
mad that my trip out was ruinedthat it slipped out all ip to my
cat eleven years of fun. Isnatched my headphones back, leaving her speechless.
Me go look for someone wearing redand orange. That's what the staff
wear here, And with that,I grabbed my things and left. As
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a staff member turned the corner,I told her to turn and run back
the way she came. There's aKaren back there, So this ends my
story. I started laughing on myway home about how ridiculous this whole thing
was. Woman assumes I was helpinga customer, but I was helping my
mom. I was making some homemadesheet candy, and before I started cooking,
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I noticed that I was out ofcooking spray. So my mom and
I had for the nearest grocery store. The employees at the store, which
I worked at for a short time, wear a blue apron with a store
name on the front. I waswearing a black apron covered in powdered sugar
from the last batch I had madea couple of weeks prior. I had
forgotten to take the apron off beforeheading out. While we were there,
we decided to pick up a fewextra things instead of just the cooking spray.
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My mom can't bend over due tohaving had a knee replacement surgery a
while back, so I was helpingher out by grabbing items off the lower
shelf. My mom shuffled forwards abit when I hear it ehem. I
turned around and faced a woman witha typical care and haircut. I couldn't
really see much of her face,but her mask definitely screamed to me.
I demand attention with how brightly coloredit was. But it was the eyes.
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She was glaring at me for somereason, and I couldn't figure out
quite why. Oh, sorry,am I in your way? This has
not been the first time I've beenconfronted by someone for being in the way
while looking for something or waiting formy mom to move forward. You should
be helping other customers. Uh oh. I knew what this was the second
she said that there was no wayshe could recognize me as a former employee
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since I wasn't wearing my work wigand was only wearing a black bandana.
I don't work here, ma'am.I stood up from my crouched position and
straightened my apron since it had gottenup on my back a bit. Yes
you do. You're wearing an apronand helping that jerk get her groceries.
That woman is my mother, andI don't work here. Maybe instead of
being what you called my mom,you should think before you speak. I
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went to turn and walk away fromher, when she screeched at me,
check me your manager? Do youwant me to get you my manager?
Okay, I have a bit ofa temper when people insult my family,
but insulting my mom directly had majorlyput me in a bad mood. What
you may not know is that I'mthe kind of person who becomes quite the
smarty when confronted angrily. So Iwent and got my manager, my mother,
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here's your manager. This woman ismanaged me for twenty four years.
Why don't you tell her what yourcomplaint is. My mom looked so confused,
but the Karen just touffed and stormedout of the aisle. I thought
that would be the end of it. We continued shopping when that same bright
beacon of a mask came wheeling aroundthe corner with a real employee in tow.
That's her, That's the employee thatrefused to help me. Me,
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Mom, you need my help inhere? Nope, I'm good. Meet
you back at the car. TheKaren stomped over to me, pointing and
screeching at me and the employee.She was demanding I'd be fired for refusing
to help her and instead favoring anothercustomer. I just stared at her,
scratched my nose through my mask,and waited for her to stop shrieking.
Before I'd pointed at my apron blacknot blue, Lady, I don't work
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here. I was shopping with mymom. Leave me alone. The employee
looked so confused, only managing outa week. She doesn't work here.
The second that Karen started yelling atthe employee, I just booked it out
of there. I feel bad forleaving the guy with that crazy lady,
but I wasn't about to deal withher crap or risk completely snapping and doing
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something crazy after she had insulted mymother. I must have a retail face
or something, or rather retail eyeswith all of us having to wear masks.
But really, lady, insulting acustomer and demanding a person wearing a
sugar covered apron to help you,I ain't no sugary sweet maid that bends
to your every will. Speaking ofsugary sweets, what's your favorite kind of
candy of all time? Please letus know. Take five for the wind
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