Karen Daughter Won't Let Me Meet her BF... So I CANCELLED her Date!

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People's Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Won't let me meet your boyfriend? Consider
your date canceled. After that, if you don't agree with me,
leave right now and after that? Am I the jerk
for telling my sister nobody was interested in her PhD research. Now,

(00:20):
for every thumbs up this video gets one, Karen gets
her date canceled. I'd consider that a win if it
was supposed to be a date with you, Reddit boy,
So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
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Won't let me meet your boyfriend? Consider your date canceled.
I'm a single dad and I have been for about

(00:42):
nine years now. My daughter is thirteen, and she's the
single greatest thing to ever happen to me. About a
week ago, she said that this boy in her class
wanted to know if she would be up to grab
a pizza on that Saturday. We don't really do anything
for Thanksgiving, so logistically it worked out well. She agreed
to it. When she told me about this, I said
that I wanted to meet this guy. She immediately got

(01:05):
annoyed and asked why. I said that if a guy
is asking my daughter out, I just want to be
able to put a face to a name. I promised
her it was not going to be some goofy dad
interrogate's boyfriend and acts all scary tactic. I told her
to tell him I wanted to meet him and to
just say hi. She tells me that she told him.
Saturday comes and I see her heading towards the door.

(01:26):
I tell her to hold up, and I ask where
her date is. She says that he's outside and that
they're going to bike ride to the pizza place. I
ask why he's not coming to the door. She first
tells me he's nervous and doesn't know what he'd say
to me. I told her that nice to meet you
is a good start. Her story changes and she tells
me that he just doesn't see why I have to
meet him. I reiterated my why tour and ask her

(01:50):
to go get him. She breaks down and tells me
that she lied to me. She never told him I
wanted to meet him because she thought it was stupid
that I wanted to meet him. I told her to
tech him that the date was off. She said I
wasn't allowed to do that. I asked her again to
tell him. She started getting teary eyed, texted him, told
me I was mean and that she hated me, and
went to her room. When I told my sister what happened,

(02:13):
she thought I was in the wrong and said I
should have just let my daughter go on the date.
Am I the jerk? You're the jerk. I know your
intentions were good, but no daughter wants a dad to
be up in their business when dating. I understand, truly
you are trying to be a protective parent, but the
way you went about it was terrible. Turning Pizza into
a guy dating my daughter was mistake number one. You

(02:35):
turned a very casual hangout into something more serious than
even they were ready to attach to it. Then telling
your daughter to tell the guy you wanted to meet
him was mistake number two. That doesn't mean you couldn't
have met him any more than you could meet any
other of her friends before they hang out, but making
it this formal put too much pressure on the situation. Finally,
when your daughter broke down and was honest with you,

(02:57):
you punished her by canceling the date. Why would she
never be honest with you again? Need I remind you
all of this could have been avoided if you had
simply walked outside with her, said hi to the date,
and then left them alone. I know you were trying
to be a good parent, but trust me, next time
your daughter gets a date, she won't even tell you
because she's learned that it's better not to edit to

(03:17):
ad OPI for the future, maybe consider how you would
have approached this if it was just your daughter hanging
out with a new friend. That should show you that
there are ways to have safety measures and meet who
she's hanging out with without doing the whole what are
your intentions with my daughter thing? I completely understand where
you're coming from. I just want to share a different perspective.

(03:38):
I was thirteen and a freshman in high school. If
I ever wanted to hang out with friends, even if
my mom had met them before, she would need their
number and meet their parents and get their numbers as well.
I was honestly shocked that I was ever even invited
to just hang out with people. I have anxiety and
I get nervous a lot, so when my mom told
me I would have to get all of the information.

(03:58):
I just never asked to hang out. I never went
out or did anything. I was always too nervous task
or what rules my mom would put in place. I
also had great grades and never got in trouble. I
still have a hard time making friends, and yes, it's
due to me and how nervous I get meeting new people.
I would have liked to have actually done things and
had fun while in school. Your daughter and her safety

(04:19):
comes first, which I completely understand, but you could have
opened the door yourself and met the boy. Kids get
nervous over things like this. I would have been terrified
and thought that you would have said no, no matter
the circumstances, even if it was a good kid outside
the door. You're the jerk. My dad did the same
thing when I was growing up, and guess what happened.
I stopped telling him anything and everything. Like it or not.

(04:42):
You're a controlling parent, and don't be surprised when your
daughter goes no contact with you. You'll feel bad when
she ends up like me because of the controlling parents
I had. I'm now almost thirty, but homeless throughout most
of my twenties and have had four babies, all of
which I had to give up because I didn't have
adequate housing according to the state. The struggles that I've
gone through are not my fault, but all go back

(05:04):
to my failed parents and how they always had to
stick their nose in my business. To be honest, I
hope your daughter ends up worse than I have, just
so you can see what happens when you're a bad parent.
Dang well, what do you think is OP the jerk
for wanting to meet him or not? Please let us know.
I can't think of many places that are worse to

(05:24):
seek parenting advice from than read it. If you don't
agree with me, leave right now. In June of twenty
twenty one, I joined a tech startup, Last Mile grocery
and food delivery app, as financial controller. I was told
my task was to bring the gross profits into black
within a year and before next round of investment and fundraising.
The senior team comprised of me, group CFO, COO, and

(05:47):
head of grocery. The CEO was stationed outside in another country.
The CEO comes to the country within a month of
my joining, but does not bother to meet me. I say, okay,
no problem, keep your head down and do what you're
tasked with. Within two months, I have the grips on
operations and financials, and I've laid down my plan with
Group CFO and he agrees to it. I make some

(06:09):
changes in my team and I get to working on
fixing things. During October, one of our competitors raises eighty
five million in investments, and our CEO is irked. He
comes again and starts an impromptu investment round. The conditions
are better than before, so we get an offer of
fifty million because our overall plan was a lot smaller
and more realistic than our competitor. The CEO rejects the offer.

(06:32):
He needs an offer of at least one hundred million
to beat the competitor. Luckily, we get offered two hundred million,
but the CEO refuses, citing this is greater than what
I need, and goes back without accepting anything. Come February,
Group CFO suddenly quits, but I knew he quits since
our funds were depleting rapidly and the economic conditions in
the country and globally were getting worse. I have an

(06:54):
emergency meeting with COO and grocery head and tell them
that we need to rationalize our expense is further and
this is the plan according to which we will be
profitable by June twenty twenty two. They agreed to it
and I get to work with my team. The CEO
again does not talk to me, and the CFO post
remains vacant, despite me being next in line ineligible for it.

(07:16):
Come March twenty twenty two, my plan is on track
and we are expecting profitability a month earlier. In May
of twenty twenty two, I plan to take a week
long vacation and travel abroad with my spouse. In the
third day of vacation, I get a text from COO
that I need to come back as something has happened.
I tell him I'll come back as planned and not
to worry. I come back and find out that the

(07:38):
supply chain team made an error and bought inventory thirty
million dollars more than planned for the festive season coming
up in May. In my absence. The grocery head gave
the go ahead without consulting me, and the air was
only identified once the vendors started fulfilling the order. This
has shook our overall plan and our cash funds are
at bottom. Mister CEO comes to now about this. I

(08:01):
was the one to inform him, and he immediately comes
down and started literally going off on me in the
other members of the team verbally. This is the first
ever face to face meeting with me. I was quite
taken aback by his rudeness and hurt as he put
all the blame on me, saying I am the CFO
when I was never appointed as such, so no payments
or purchases were approved by me. They were being approved

(08:23):
by COO and head of grocery. This verbal mistreatment goes
on for about a week, during which I had broken
down twice in front of my wife, as I had
never faced such bs before in my career and I
had worked really hard to bring the company to where
it was. At that point, the CEO warns us that
whoever is found guilty of negligence will be fired on
this spot. This is where the malicious compliance begins. I

(08:46):
prepare detailed documents pointing out my plan and who approved
the extra purchase and how I was consulted only after
the error had occurred. I even prepared a plan to
sell off the excess inventory and bring the money back
into the fold. I try to reach him to explain,
but he brushes me off every time, saying you cannot
be right. After seven days, the CEO calls us in

(09:08):
the office on a weekend. I arrive and head of
grocery is there. They are arguing and it's getting heated up.
It gets so heated that the head of grocery shouts
back and leaves, citing that he quits. As soon as
he leaves, the CEO pounded his fist on the table
and shouted, if you don't agree with me, leave right now.
Only I know how to run this company, and if

(09:29):
you think I cannot work without you, think again. The
moment I heard these words spewing out of his mouth,
I switched to autopilot. I type in my resignation email
to him right then and there, get up and say
to him, please check your email. My notice starts now.
I leave the building before he could respond. Immediately, I
call up one of my ex bosses, Slash Mentor, and

(09:51):
tell him that I need to meet him. We meet
and within a week we plan to start our own
consultancy firm. And six months from then our firm has
started to grow. We're working on our start up, setting
up another business and managing top tier clients. Then I
get a message from that CEO through the COO after
a few months of my leaving, Hey, we need your

(10:11):
help managing the books and finances. Our position is really bad.
I simply say, the CEO won't agree with what I
have to do to fix the company, and I don't
work with clients who don't agree with me. Am I
the jerk for telling my sister nobody was interested in
her pH d research. My sister, who's thirty four, and I,

(10:32):
thirty one female, come from a working class family. Nobody
in our family has higher than a high school education
save for us. I have a bachelor's and my sister
is currently working on her pH d. Obviously we're both
proud of this, but my sister often brags to an
extent that many in our family find uncomfortable or discouraging,
and she talks down to the people around her. When

(10:54):
she began her program, she explained it in very technical
terms that confused our aunt. When she was asked to clarify,
my sister made a fuss about how it was so
easy for her to understand, and she forgets that not
everyone can wrap their heads around it. It's been an
issue since she started her master's and I've admittedly been
at my wits end with her for quite a while.

(11:14):
I hosted Thanksgiving this year. When we were eating, my
sister was asked about her research, and she went on
a long, complicated spiel about her work. She was missing context,
pulling out every ten cent word, getting super technical and
under explaining every concept. She talked for about ten minutes straight,
barely pausing for questions or comments. It dominated conversation. Eventually,

(11:37):
I interrupted her and tried asking our dad about his work.
My sister interrupted him and said she wasn't finished, then
continued talking. I told her I was finished listening to
her and that she could talk all she wanted, but
she had need to do it in another room. She
made some comments about my hosting and continued on. I
stopped her again and told her that nobody was interested

(11:58):
and she needed to be quiet, which she did. It
was admittedly extremely awkward and quiet, and my husband decided
to just blow on and make conversation with an aunt
of mine. After that, conversation carried on as usual, with
my sister being very very quiet. Afterwards, our parents scolded
me for being rude, but said my sister was being

(12:18):
over the top, but I should have just let her talk.
A few of our other relatives thanked me for cutting
her off. Her fiance called me yesterday morning and said
I embarrassed my sister and I made her feel ashamed.
He implied I was jealous of her success and asked
me to formally apologize to her. I said I'd apologize
to her, but I wouldn't mean it, and he hung
up on me. I've thought it over, and I can

(12:40):
see how my approach was wrong, but I genuinely did
not see any other option at the time. Always willing
to learn though and seeking a new perspective? Am I
the jerk for telling my sister nobody was interested in
her PhD research? Everyone sucks here. Your sister needs to
know how to explain her doctoral work to a lay
audience if she has any hope of passing her dissertation committee.

(13:02):
She also needs to learn how to craft an elevate
her sentence. She also needs to learn how to take
a hint gracefully. You need to stop being jealous of
her success, conscious of it or not. Jealousy and resentment
oozes out of this entire post, regardless of how long
she droned on, and how rude it was of her
to stop you from talking with your dad. The general
core of this post isn't really centered on that, but

(13:23):
your overall worldview on her academic career. I don't think
op sounds jealous. I think she just doesn't want to
hear about all that crab. Well, who do you think
is the jerk, OPI or her sister? Please let us know.
Sometimes it takes drastic measures to get certain people to
just shut up a very expensive check. This malicious compliance

(13:44):
is not my own. It was related to me by
my mother many decades ago, but it's also not hers.
She just got to play her part in this story.
But since she passed decades before read it existed for
her to share it with you wonderful people, I'll pass
it on for her. This is a case of an
intended malicious compliance being countered by an even more malicious compliance.

(14:04):
My mother is at this time a manager in the
central processing office of a now defunct major regional bank,
easily the largest bank in our region. Back in the day,
she receives a rather odd check for processing and refuses
to run it until she has the full story on
what's happening. So here's what she learns. A rancher has
been in a land dispute with one of his neighbors

(14:25):
and it has not gone amicably. We are not privy
to the exact nature of the issue, and it seems
to have something to do with water rights. Either way,
it ends up in court, and after a long, hard
fought battle of legal wills, the rancher loses and is
ordered to pay a certain amount of damages to his
neighbor by a certain date. Well that's not a happy
thing for the rancher, so he decides that while he

(14:47):
must pay, there's absolutely nothing in the court order that
says he has to make it easy on his adversary.
Malicious compliance engaged, he shaves a spot on the rump
of one of his cows and carefully writes out a
check for the full amount of the court ordered damages
on the skin of the bovine. He then has one
of his trucks deliver the cow to his neighbor to
settle the account a live cow. After checking with the bank,

(15:11):
the neighbor concludes that it's perfectly legal for the rancher
to write a check on anything, and the rancher makes
it perfectly clear that this is the only way he
intends to settle the dead. But just like folks who
decide to settle an annoying bill with thousands of coins
sometimes find themselves victims of their own malicious intent, the
neighbor's malicious compliance trumps the ranchers. The neighbor loads the

(15:33):
cow onto one of his trucks and takes it to
the rancher's bank the bank of issuance, and cashes it
against a cashier's check made out to him for the
same amount. This he then deposits at his own bank
with no difficulty or challenge. Meanwhile, the rancher's bank has
to order a truck and a driver to deliver the
cow check to its central processing office several hours drive away.

(15:54):
This is where my mother comes into the story. She
has to cancel the check and process it. She uses
a paper substitute to run through the computer system for it,
just like they do for any checks that come in
that are too badly wrinkled or damaged to run safely
through the system. After the cowcheck has been properly processed
and the money deducted from the rancher's account, She then
opts to not store the check with his other canceled

(16:16):
checks to return with his monthly statement, but instead orders
it returned immediately to the rancher, and then, after the
dust settles, the real fallout of the neighbor's malicious compliance
is felt. Since the cowcheck involves a great deal of
special handling at the bank's expense, the bank assesses appropriate
fees that more than cover the expenses in processing it.

(16:37):
If the neighbor cashes it at his own bank, he
gets to pay those fees, But since he cashes it
at the ranchers bank, the rancher now gets to pay
what amounts to an additional twenty five percent fee on
top of the court ordered settlement. The only cost to
the rancher was ten miles of gas for the round
trip to the bank, a trip he routinely makes anyway,
and the time spent getting the bank to verify that

(16:59):
the cowcheck is a legitimate instrument that can be cashed.
When telling this story, my mother tells me it's the
most expensive check she ever processed. Am I the jerk
for refusing to rearrange my work schedule to take my
nephew to school? So I twenty eight female don't have
kids or want them. Frankly, I have a job that
I like, work a shift that I like. I'm early mornings,

(17:21):
five or six in the morning to one or two pm.
It took me a while to adjust to it, but
now that I am, I have a whole routine. I
have a sister, Em who's thirty one, and she has
a seven year old son, Timmy. I've never been that
aunt that borrows my nephew for the day to go
do whatever. I mean. If he's around, I'll talk to
him and play with him, and I buy him gifts

(17:41):
for special occasions. I have friends that'll take their nieces
or nephews a few times a month and go to movies,
different events, take them shopping, and spoil them. That's never
been me. Well. Em called me Sunday and asked if
I could take Timmy to school in the mornings for
a while. I said, what, No, I work early in
the morning. She said, but didn't you say you could

(18:03):
go to second shift if you wanted to. I can,
but I don't want to. Apparently Timmy's dad, Ryan, has
to work third shift for a while, and Em doesn't
want him driving Timmy to school after working because he'll
be tired. Our parents can't because they work. EM used
to work second shift and would take him to school.
Then EM would pick him up. EM work six to

(18:24):
two but has a thirty to forty five minute commute.
She wants me to go to second shift and she'll
drop him off by me, or I can come by
them in the mornings, give him breakfast, get him ready,
and take him to school. I asked for how long.
She said she didn't know, but Ryan was going to
try to move back to second shift when they have
an opening, So it could be a month, could be
a year. I'm not going to switch to second and

(18:47):
have Ryan go back to second in a month, and
then I'm stuck on a shift that I hate. I
can't just bounce back and forth. Either. I get an
hour lunch break. It's usually nine or ten, but I'm
sure if I explain the situation, my boss would allow
me to take it at seven thirty. Then I could
take Timmy to school and come back. I offered this
too entitled mom, but she rejected it, said that she's

(19:08):
not leaving her seven year old home alone for two hours.
I said, but Ryan will be there. She claims since
he might be asleep, Timmy would be on his own
and that she doesn't want that. I said, well that's
all I can offer you. I'm not changing shifts. This
is part of why I don't have kids, to avoid
stuff like this, which he's seven, not two, but whatever.

(19:29):
Entitled mom went running to our mom, and my mom says,
I should be more willing to help my sister and
it'll give me the opportunity to spend time with Timmy
family sacrifices for each other, and entitled mom might have
to find a different job because I'm being stubborn. Am
I the jerk for refusing to switch shifts? Wow, your
sister sounds incredibly entitled. Oh p don't cave to her demands.

(19:52):
Stand your ground one hundred percent, not the jerk. Old
man parks his car in the middle of the road.
Somehow I'm at fault. Something bizarre happened to me yesterday.
I was pulling into a parking lot when the car
in front of me suddenly came to a complete stop
in the middle of the lane. Its owner, an older guy,
turned it off, got out and started walking into the

(20:13):
nearest store in the strip mall. He just parked his
car in the middle of the lane. I could have
gotten around it if I really tried, but it would
be dangerously close to either his car or other parked cars.
I lightly tapped on my horn twice at him, seeing
as how I was essentially stuck. Now. He turned around
and I rolled my window down and said to him,
that's not a parking space. He dramatically pointed at my

(20:36):
car and then did this right this way motion with
both hands, aiming at the very narrow path that I
guess he thought I should be able to get through.
I repeated myself again, sir, that's not a parking space.
I can't get around you. Him. Why issued at one
of you people every time? Just go around? So he's

(20:57):
done this before me. Sir, what are you doing. That's
not a parking space. I need you to move him.
I need you to mind your own businessh me. Come on,
you can't park there, Please just move your car. At
this point, his lips were doing that weird shake that
old people do when they hang their mouths open. I

(21:18):
guess he thought he was being intimidating. He stepped up
to my window and yelled, if you want to make
me okay, so he's done this before and he's being
an aggressive jerk. Now, I've read on here where other
people have interacted with older Karen's and there's apparently a
card that you can play that bypasses this sort of attitude. Me, sir,
are you okay? Do you know where you are? Him? What? Me?

(21:42):
Are you with someone? Is there someone who's supposed to
be helping you today? What are you? Do you need help?
It sounds like you don't know where you are and
I'm worried for you. Is there anyone I can call
for you to help you? I think he caught on
to me at this point, because he switched back from
confused to being angry again. Him, I don't know. Is
there anyone I can call for you? Is that somehow

(22:06):
a threat? I don't know? Me sir, it's okay, don't worry.
You Just stay right there and I'll call someone who
can come help you. Don't worry, It'll be okay. Just
don't move and I'll call for an ambulance. At this point,
I backed into a parking space that had opened behind
me and pulled out my phone. I really was going
to call nine one one, but only because he was

(22:27):
too confrontational to be left unattended in public. Of course,
as with most bullies, the moment they realized they don't
have power over you, he gave up, muttered something, got
back in his car, and left. On my way out
of the lot, I saw that he had miraculously found
his way into a parking spot on the other side
of the lot. Am I the jerk for refusing to

(22:47):
order a plane cheese pizza for my girlfriend? So? In short,
my girlfriend gets off of work a few hours before
I do, and she typically cooks for me, which I
genuinely appreciate. Today, she was feeling lazy and didn't really
have any ideas for dinner. No big deal, so I
told her I had been craving pizza and wouldn't mind
ordering that for dinner, and she agreed. I told her

(23:08):
that I would order it before I left for work,
so by the time I got home it would be there.
She texted me back and said that's fine, but to
please order cheese pizza. I asked her why, and she
said she didn't really enjoy the toppings I usually get,
which are super normal things like pepperoni or bacon. Mind you,
this is the first time I'm hearing this, she's eating
pizza with these toppings before. So I'm like, okay, are

(23:31):
there any toppings you'd like to eat on your pizza
as opposed to just having it plain, because at that
point it's just not even worth getting pizza if you're
not going to have any toppings on it. She said no,
that she just wanted plain pizza. I told her, well,
if I'm buying it, I'm going to get what I
want on it, and suggested that she could just pick
off the toppings if it bothered her that much, or

(23:52):
that we could do a sort of half and half
deal where half was cheese. Then she said that she
could still usually tell or taste residual flavors or oil
from the toppings when she did that, and didn't even
want to do that, and said we could just order
an entire other pie for her. Neither of us are
going to eat an entire pie, so that just seems
frivolous to me. So I said, let's just forget the

(24:13):
pizza idea and scrap it as a whole. Then she
started telling me that I was being a jerk and
really inconsiderate, and I told her I sort of thought
that she was being selfish a little bit, and now
she's very upset with me and isn't speaking to me.
Am I the jerk? You're the jerk. Like, there's different
sizes of pizza. You could have gotten like two smalls
or a medium in a small. It also seemed like

(24:35):
you guys always order toppings and she kind of just
dealt with it or just didn't say anything to start something.
You could have just compromised and gotten this one is
just cheese, and then next time get one with toppings,
kind of like in every other situation, you're the jerk.
Just buy her a cheese pizza and yourself something else.
Pizza is easy to reheat, so it's not like the
leftovers are going to waste. Why are you making such

(24:57):
a big fuss over this, you're the jerk, dude. It's
a pizza. It's not like you're handcrafting a gourmet buffet.
Just order two small ones instead of one big one.
It's the least you can do. Considering she's the one
that's always cooking for you. I can't believe this was
even an issue for you, not the jerk. Imagine if
the boyfriend was the one complaining instead of her, Let's

(25:18):
imagine for a moment if a girl on Reddit posts
this same story from her perspective about how her boyfriend
is demanding she buy them just one cheese pizza because
he doesn't like toppings. He then refuses to just pick
off the toppings he doesn't like and gets an attitude
with her about it. All you morons would be calling
him a man child and telling her to leave him
another day. Another fine example of the hypocrisy of you

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diluted failures. Ouch entitled mom demands to swab shifts with
me because she has kids. Background, all persons here are nurses.
We have a system at our hospital. Big shift changes
multiple days must be done in the month before the
new month. Single days just need some days in advance. Also,

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we have a system for the holidays. One year you
work Christmas, the next year you work New Year's Eve
and New Year's As a young guy without kids, I
mostly try to cover other people's Christmas for getting New
Years off. I mean we celebrate with close family on
Christmas Eve. Anyways, this year I had to work Christmas
and asked around if anyone wanted to swab. One of

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my coworkers directly answered. She told me. She would gladly
work New Years for me and I work Christmas for her.
We talked to our charge nurse and gave green light
and changed the schedule. She was happy to see her
family after last year's Christmas was in lockdown, and I
was happy to get hammered on New Year's Eve with
my girlfriend and friends. But then today happened. Our entitled

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mom or Nurse Karen is one of my coworkers. She's
okay at her job, although she complains when she can't
leave on the dot. I never had any real problems
with her. We just coexist. This happened on my break today.
Nurse Karen, hey op me, oh hi, I wasn't really
paying attention. I ate my soup and browsed redd It

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on my phone. Karen, can I ask you something? Uh? Sure?
So I saw you and the other nurse swapped holidays. Me. Yeah,
well I thought you could cancel it and cover my
shift on Christmas. Me um no, what why it's the

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same for you. You have your New Year's Eve off anyways? Me? Well, yeah, maybe,
but the other nurse made plans with her family. Ugh maybe,
but I need Christmas off. I have kids, and she
doesn't me. Yeah, maybe, but she has plans too. That's
not fair. I had no chance to ask you first. Me. Yes,

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you had, I asked in our insert instant messenger name
work group. I then showed her the message in the
group and sorry, who comes fast paints first? A saying
in my langu not so good in English though, laugh.
That's so unfair. You both don't have kids, so Christmas
isn't that important to you? It's a family holiday. Me. Yeah.

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The other nurse meets her family on Christmas. That's why
I swapped with her. I give her my own copyrighted
forget you sweetie smile that I got from working in
that soul sucking snake pit aka my hospital. Ah. She
then stomped off. I just get back to Reddit and
continue to eat my onion soup. A mistake because onion
breath and masks aren't a good match. The nurse I

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swapped holidays with told me that Nurse Karen tried to
talk her out of it too, but she wouldn't budge either.
She then tried to talk to our charge nurse, but
that was in vain. Our momentary charge is a work
friend of me, and we are both male nurses, so
we both have a secret but sacred bond to have
each other's backs. Karen is upset because no one wants
to swap, but that's not my problem. Thanksgiving ruined and

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meal stolen entitled parent for context. You have my sister
who's thirty, my dad sixty two, my mom sixty five,
and myself thirty four. The neighbor who's thirty seven, and
her kids ranging in ages from seventeen the oldest son
to nine the only daughter. Thanksgiving this year, my mom,
a highly disabled and perfect mom in every sense of

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the word, spent fourteen hours getting all the food prepared
for everyone. She does this as a Christmas gift to
us all We buy everything, and she cooks most of
the smaller things. We buy a precooked ham to make
things easier on her. Around two PM, the neighbor and
her seven kids show up, asking if they could join
since her husband left her and they have nowhere to go.

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He found out all but one kid weren't his and
has fled the area. My mom tells them there isn't
enough food to go around for more than the five
of us. She keeps badgering my mom. All of this
taking place while my dad, sister, wife, and I are
grabbing last minute things and a huge thank you givet
for my mom. Eventually the kids push in and start

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making their own plates. My mom is in tears and
finally just moved away from the door and calls me immediately.
We rush home to find that nearly all the food
is gone via to go boxes they brought with them
while they have gone home to eat our meal. My
mom goes to lie down for a few and we
call the police. An hour goes by and we wake

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my mom up. When the police finally show up, we
explain the situation to them, show them the ring doorbell
footage of them coming and going in what was said,
and the police say it's her word against the entire
clan of trash since my mom moved aside to let
them through. They leave without even letting us file a report,
even having the nerve to tell us we shouldn't do

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anything since the woman is having a hard time and
we should just be thankful we have each other for
the holiday. On Saturday, all of us, Mom included, are
at the police station with pictures of the before and
after of the meal, video with audio from the ring doorbell,
and wish to file charges against them for theft and
elderly mistreatment and assault. The mom and her kids knocked

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my mom over on their way out. We also show
the officer video of the interaction of the police response
captured by my sister's phone. I'm just heartbroken as we
spent all of our Thanksgiving in tears, consoling my mom
and making the best of what was left. Reply, this
is terrible. I hope you pick a different day and
have a Thanksgiving dinner all over again so you can

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properly celebrate and give thanks for each other. In the meantime,
I'd put this story and the ring footage on next
door so all your neighbors can see who these pieces
of crap are. OPI. We had a small meal with
what was left, which wasn't much. We are planning on
having a Christmas dinner at my home the week before
Christmas Day, possibly if everything goes as planned. People in

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the neighborhood we know well. We're given a copy of
our written statement to the police department and a link
to see both videos, the ring footage, and what my
sister took when the authorities decided to show up. Three
of them provided the police with footage from their homes
as well as letting us have a copy. You can
clearly see what happened from the entire perspective of the
footage we've beast together. Due to legal advice, we can't

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show the footage online since it would show the identities
of the miners involved. From my neighbor across the streets camera,
you can see the entitled parent and her kids discussing
something right before they walk up to the door. See
all of the kids push past my mom as soon
as the door opens. My mother disappear from the doorway
in a single frame, and the entitled parent and kids
exit the threshold of the doorway with arms full and

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