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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Redded podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading today.
Karen stole fifty thousand dollars from my bank account. After that,
my friend is wrongfully suing my dentist. And after that,
am I the jerk for making my girlfriend cheapleasagna. Now,
for every thumbs up, this video gets one, Karen does
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not get to steal fifty thousand dollars with the way
our economy is head that wouldn't even buy me a
loaf of bread. So please smash that like button and
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every single day. Karen stole fifty thousand dollars for my
bank account in full. I've been with my girlfriend, who's
twenty seven, for five years. She loves her sister, a ton,
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which is a good thing, as I believe supporting and
helping your siblings as long as it doesn't ruin your
own life. You will understand why I say this later on.
We just put down a mortgage on a house in
the suburbs of a large city. I twenty eight mail
work in tech as a software developer with a master's
degree any computer science I make quite a lot of money.
Some money issues never arose. Girlfriend doesn't work and does
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chores and cooking in the house. Both of us agreed
on this. I was going to propose to my girlfriend
next year, but a problem arose about two years ago.
For the last two years, probably longer, girlfriend has been
sending money to her younger sister, let's call her Emily.
Emily got pregnant at twenty years old. Emily works as
a waitress. The father is bouncing from job the job.
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Emily says that he is very lazy. He'll disappear hours
at a time without telling Emily where he's going or
what he's doing. Emily has asked my girlfriend on several
occasions for money. My girlfriend, being the nice and sweet
person she is, says yes all the time. It started
off as paying for diapers, no problem, then baby clothes,
which also no problem, then daycare, which I just brushed off.
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I talked with my girlfriend, saying we can't always pay
for everything, and that helping out for a couple things
is okay, but not everything. Girlfriend reassured me and said
it would be stopping soon once they got their feet
picked up, which is fine. One day I hired a
financial planner. The next day, I get an email saying
my account has sent approximately fifty thousand US dollars for
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the last ten months. I have around twenty thousand dollars
sitting in my account. I talk with my girlfriend and
she apologizes and says she knew that I wouldn't want
her sending money to her sister, and how she just
cares about her sister. We've been paying for everything insurance, rent,
car payments, daycare, clothing for all three of them, dinners, dates,
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going out expenses. It is partly my fault because I
never checked my bank account. Girlfriend showed me text messages
between her and Emily saying she needs the money. I
then noticed the pattern where Emily would say, hey, can
you send me money? I don't have money for this,
and of course Girlfriend says yes. I brush it off
and girlfriend says she won't send any more. The next day,
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Girlfriend sends her one thousand dollars because they needed car repairs.
I talked with girlfriend and we got into an argument
where she says that she will always help her sister
no matter what I understand. To an extent, we argue
trying to understand each other's point of view. As stated before,
we had twenty thousand dollars, and now we're down to
nineteen thousand, and then how about the next time and
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the next time after that on top of our own expenses.
Girlfriend then decided that she needs some time alone and
that she will be at her mother's for the time being.
Now I'm all alone in this house, and I thought
I would live here with the girl of my dreams.
Am I the jerk for arguing with my girlfriend for
caring about her sister too much? Edit? Thank you everyone
for your support. I never thought that my situation would
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blow up to thousands of people. I'll try to answer
some questions the best I can. I make around one
hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year as a lead
software developer, as someone who has no kids, dogs, or
any major responsibility besides myself and a girlfriend. I never
checked my account. She comes from a cultural family where
family is everything and money is just paper. She texted
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me earlier saying how it should always be family first
and that money didn't mean anything without family, and how
we should help close family like siblings in their time
of need. At this point, I told her I needed
time to myself and told her not to come back
until I'm ready to talk. I apologize if my sentences
aren't making sense. As whiskey as my only friend right now.
I also forgot to mention we started dating before all
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this money came into play, so I trusted her. Another edit,
I'm more sad by the betrayal than the money. Money
will come back, but time will never come back. Five
whole years, my proposal plan, my life, plan, my future kids.
I dreamt of having with her one day, all gone,
all the things we've said to each other, all the
late night wine drunk times we spent, all the dates,
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all the flowers I gave her. I really tried with
all of my power to be the best man she
can have. I would have trusted her with my life.
And now what do I get back? Fifty thousand dollars gone.
This is a massive red flag. If she's taking liberties
with money and your joint account to fund the lives
of three people. Now, don't you think this will continue
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in the future. Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money.
She lied when she said she would stop, and then leaves.
When you call her out on it, please do yourself
a favor and change the locks, terminate access to your account,
and get yourself a new girlfriend. You are her cash
cow and she's using you, not the jerk. Separate your
bank accounts, do not let her use your money for
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her sister. That sister is gonna be a leach for
your entire life. So yeah, obviously Emily comes packaged with
your girlfriend. Better reconsider your entire relationship because I have
a feeling that Emily ain't gonna let the golden goose go.
I hope the house isn't under joint names and that
you can finance the mortgage on your own. My friend
is wrongfully suing my dentist. I fifty five female, have
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a friend gene of similar age. She's not what i'd
call a close friend, but I've known her for a
long time. She's the type of person who always thinks
she's right and won't back down easily from anything. A
few months ago, she had a toothache and asked me
which dentist I used. My dentist is amazing, so I
recommended him. She has a dental phobia and asked me
to go with her to her appointment. He was lovely
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to her, spent a long time talking to her, explaining
everything put her at ease. She had a big abscess
under one of her back teeth. He said it either
needed a root canal and a crown, or extracting the
root canal and crown would be around one thousand pounds total.
And he was really clear to her that it was
a big abscess and that there was no guarantee that
root canal would work. He actually said the odds were
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fifty to fifty and it might be better to extract
the tooth and put that money towards an implant or
bridge instead. He said he could offer no form of
guarantee or refund if problems happened. He was clear in
what he said, and I know she heard and understood
that the odds weren't great. She decided to go ahead
with the treatment. I went with her to one further appointment,
but not all of them. Fast forward a few months.
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Everything was okay initially after the root canal and crown,
but then she got another infection. She had antibiotics, but
the problem persisted and she ended up having the tooth out.
She is livid. You'd think he was the worst person
in the world from what she says about him. She
wants to sue him and has been to a lawyer
to get advice. She's claiming that she wasn't properly warned
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that the treatment may not work. Apparently, the lawyer is
confident she'll get a payout. He's told her that it'll
be hard for him to prove he properly warned her,
and dentists are insured for this kind of stuff. They
think his insurance will pay out because it won't be
worth their time to try and defend it. I'm really
annoyed at her for this, because I know she's lying
about not being warned. I really like the dentist and
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feel awful for him that he's facing legal action over this,
and that I was the one who introduced her to him.
I worry that it will reflect badly on me and
his eyes when I see him in the future. I've
argued with her about it because I witnessed him warning her,
but she says it's none of my business. Her view
is it doesn't hurt him because he'll have insurance. Like
I said, she doesn't back down from things. I feel
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so strongly about this that I want to send a
written statement to the dentist that he can use back
against her. I would state that I witnessed the appointment
when he warned her, and that she clearly heard and
understood what he said. I know that in doing so
I would probably lose her as a friend, but to
be honest, I don't care about that. At this point.
My husband thinks I should do it. He's never liked Jane.
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He describes her as a nightmare and thinks I'm best
off without her as a friend. So would I be
the jerk if I did this? Not the jerk. Not
only is she scamming, but it will put a mark
on his record professionally and more than likely result in
him having to pay higher insurance rates. You would not
be the jerk. Back up the dentist. You know he
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warned her, You heard him. You are a good witness
for him, not the jerk. If you do, I'd flat
out tell this friend to knock it off, or you
will help the dentist because you and I both know
you were told the odds. What a crappy friend. If
she's so soo happy, she should have picked a random
out of the Yellow pages? Am I the jerk for
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making my girlfriend cheap? Lasagna. I twenty four female make
a delicious lasagna from scratch that takes hours and lots
of money to make. It's so good that friends and
family asked me to make it for them for birthdays
instead of getting them a gift. Last month, I decided
to make it for my girlfriend, who's twenty three. I
spent a lot of money on the ingredients and then
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more than half of the day making the herb infused
fresh pastado, the ragou et cetera. When she came over,
she took a couple of bites and said that she
didn't understand why I spent so much time and money
on it because it tasted exactly like the lasagna that
she would make with stuff she bought from the store.
She said, it tasted exactly like it. My feelings were
a little hurt. Not gonna lie, but I understand that
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everyone has their own tastes, and I just told her
I'm sorry she didn't like it that much, and then
kept pushing and suggested that we watch a movie. Flash
forward to yesterday. She was coming over for dinner and
I asked her what she wanted to eat, and she
said lasagna. So I popped over to the store and
got panzani, sauce and pasta sheets to make it, because hey,
she said, my lasagna and the quick made one tasted
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the exact same, so no need to spend a lot
on ingredients and b because even if I had wanted
to make my recipe, I wouldn't have had the time
since it takes me an entire afternoon, which is why
it's a special occasion thing. So she showed up at
my house, took one bite of the lasagna and then
spit it out and said that it tasted different. When
I told her how I made it, she got really
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upset at me and said that I wasn't putting in
effort and that she was expecting to have a real
meal and not something cheap. I pointed out the comments
she made the last time, and she rolled her eyes
and said she was clearly exaggerating. So then I got
upset because what the situation got brought up to our
mutual friends. Most have stayed out of it, but two
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of them think I'm the jerk because my girlfriend clearly
meant that she wanted my special lasagna, which is why
she asked for it is dinner, and that I should
have let her know beforehand that I was going to
make one using pre made sauce, et cetera. I think
it was clear that that's what I was gonna do,
because she literally asked for lasagna two hours before coming over,
which is not enough time to make the special one,
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even if I wanted to. Am I the jerk. To clarify,
the cheap lasagna tasted just fine, pretty tasty, even just
not all that comparable to the original one. In my opinion,
your lasagna just saved your life. It revealed your girlfriend
for the petty, ungrateful person she really is. Now you
can safely escape before you signed a lease, bought a car,
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got married, or had kids, not the jerk, and praise
be lasagna, not the jerk. Boy. You really can't win
with her. Can you? You make good lasagna, she complains,
You make simple lasagna, She complains, that must be exhausting
to figure out what she actually wants. You don't move
cars in the wrong spaces, well, I'll park here. Then
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this happened to me back in early twenty fifteen. We
just recently made the move to purchase a new electric vehicle.
At the time, the batteries and electric vehicles were small
compared to today, and only had around a sixty to
eighty mile range. Well. One of our first larger journeys
was to a shopping center about sixty miles away. We
chose to go to this shopping center as it was
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also one of the first places to have electric vehicle
charging compared to other shops, and at the time the
charging was still free, so we hoped to go there,
get a free charge while shopping, and then head home
with a full battery. Before we set off, we checked
the charger was working through its app, and once we
were happy, we made the journey. When we arrived, we
found where the charges were placed and ran into our issue.
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They were working fine, but they were fully blocked by
non electric vehicle cars. The bays were marked, but for
whatever reason, people had parked in them. No worries, I thought,
and I went into the center to find the information
desk task if they would announce for whoever had parked
there to come move their car. They said they didn't
do that and that they wouldn't. I explained I needed
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to charge to get home and could they please make
an exception. They would not, and so I angrily dropped
a hint about them clamping the car or leaving a
ticket on it. They said they don't do that either.
In fact, the car park was not monitored at all.
It was free to park there for the day, so
no cameras were needed to monitor the car park, and
there were no car park attendants. So you don't do
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anything about incorrectly parked cars, I asked. The answer I
got was a firm no from the information desk person
and they really didn't want to be bothered again. As
I got back to the car, I saw there was
a pavement to the edge of the chargers. The chargers
were situated close to the building, but the pavement wasn't
a place that wouldn't be used much when walking around
the car park. It also didn't lead anywhere and more
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importantly didn't lead to any disableder parent parking spots. It
was also very wide, which gave me an idea. I
then drove to the end of the car park, mounted
the wide pavement, made sure there was no one around,
and slowly drive to the chargers. My cable then reached.
I started the charge, locked the car and went shopping.
I got back to the car at the end of
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the day with some form of employee, possibly security, but
wasn't sure. In front of the center, looking perplexed at
our car parked on the pavement, I just unlocked the car,
pulled the cable away, and drove off with a full charge.
Safe to say. The next time I went a year later,
there were signs on the electric vehicle base stating parking restrictions.
There was a fine for non electric vehicles and they
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were marked with more pain to make them extra obvious.
Oh and a couple of ballards at the end of
the pavement where I mounted the curve. Am I the
jerk for refusing to go to a child free wedding
if my son can't go. There's a lot of stories
on here regarding weddings and child free weddings and overall entitlement.
But I want to know if I'm right by saying
this situation differs to the rest or if I'm just
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being a jerk. My younger brother and sister in law
are getting married next year, twenty twenty four, and sent
out the RSVP earlier this February, which is when this
whole fight started. The invitations include tickets to the wedding,
along with the dress code and a semi letter letting
the attendees know that this is a child free wedding,
along with a few other formalities and rules whatever they
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want to call them, not my wedding, not my rules
to make. Plus, I don't have kids. My only kid
is sixteen, and I'm a single mom, so the whole
idea of going to the wedding to enjoy a fun
night to myself without kids is not something new, nor
is it something I've had to worry about for a while.
The issue isn't with the rule. The issue is that
the invitation originally came with two tickets and we didn't
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think much of it because he's not a kid, so
why wouldn't he be invited. Turns out the no kid's
rule involves anyone under the age of eighteen, and we
found out when my son brought up the wedding during
a family dinner and both my sister in law and
brother seemed taken aback, which then led to questions and
them finding out that they had accidentally sent out two tickets,
which then led to an awkward conversation and my son
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getting uninvited in front of the people present. I'm genuinely
trying really hard to understand their side and the fact
that it's their wedding, not mine, but I can't get
past the idea of the way they did so and
how they made my son feel. Also the fact that
I had my son at a really young age and
his dad was never present, so my brother was like
a big brother to my son. So I think my
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son and me are quite hurt at the idea of
my son not attending. I would say me choosing to
not attend is nothing personal, but I'd be lying if
I did so. I've been getting called immature, petty, and
a jerk, but I think the situation would have been
different had it been made clear my son wasn't going
to be invited from the start and not to get
his invitation revoked randomly. Edit. Am I confused and a
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little upset my son isn't invited to the wedding? Yes? Sure?
Is that the reason I'm debating on not going. No,
My decision to not go is based entirely on their
attitude through what's been going on this month, and it's
all that's been based on my son's current feelings. If
in a year the situation has bypassed, regardless of my
son going or not, then my decision might change, But
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for now I'll stand behind my son and his decision
and his feelings. They've been calling you immature, petty, and
a jerk. Who called you those names. It's pretty blatant
that if someone invites you to something with stipulations you
can't comfortably meet, declining is the obvious and acceptable answer,
not the jerk. If the couple called you names, no
jerks here if someone else did. Since it's not their conflict,
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Am I the jerk for refusing to stop cooking with
meats and spices at my dad and stepmom's house. I
like cooking when I'm with my mom and stepdad. I
cook a lot with my stepdad's mom my step grandma.
But when I'm at my dad's and stepmom's house one
week and a month plus some holidays and summers, things
are different. My step mom is not a good cook.
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I'm sorry, but she's not. She has sensory issues, she
doesn't cook meat, barely uses any spices, and a bunch
of other things. She also just undercooks, overcooks, undersults all
of that. In the past, I've kind of tried to
help her and cook with her and been like what
if we add lemon, But first of all, she doesn't
like my input. She wants to do things her way,
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and second of all, their sensory issues, so she doesn't
want to cook differently than she does. If she ate
what I made, she would not like it. At their house,
my stepmom only cooks foods that she's comfortable with, which
since my dad never cooks, means any home cooked meal
is something she eats. She doesn't care what any of
us eat when she's not around, like a friend's house
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or takeout. Officially, if we're like at a restaurant, or
if I make my own food for dinner, she also
doesn't care, Like if we all go to a restaurant,
they wouldn't stop me from ordering a burger, but she
would be kind of uncomfortable, not mad, just uncomfortable for her.
It's the smell mostly, but it's also kind of a
mental thing. I don't know how to explain it. She
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is in therapy, That's why I think she's able to
pretend like it's okay, but because it bothers her. What
would happen is that my dad would order vegetarian. Their
kids three and four would get something like a kid's
size grilled cheese, and I would maybe order like a
chicken burrito instead of a steak, or like if my
dad got takeout, he would throw away the bag in
the downstairs trash or leave it in his car so
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she didn't have to smell it. I've been cooking more
and more. I like cooking and do it a lot
at home. But like I said, her food is so bad.
That's also a motivator. I eat meat and also cook
with spices and strong flavors. But my dad came into
my room last night and said, out of curiosity, could
I stop cooking so much and try to eat what
I was served more. I said to my dad that
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her food was both bad and boring. I wouldn't say
this to her face, obviously. My dad said I needed
to go with the flow and couldn't always have my
own way, And to be fair, I can't act like
I haven't noticed her not being anywhere in the kitchen,
like going to the bedroom if I'm making myself dinner,
to be honest, but I said basically that this was
her problem, not mine. Why should I have to cater
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to what someone else who isn't even eating the food?
He said I was being rude and disrespectful to her
by pushing her limits, and said it was her home too,
And yeah, I could make blander food that's more safe,
But what's the point. The food is for me, not
the jerk. You cook and eat what you want. She
cooks and eats what she wants. If your cooking produces
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strong smells, you should make a basic effort to keep
the smell contained. That's just good sense operating in a
shared kitchen space. Beyond that, as stepmom has a problem
looking at your food or thinking about your food, then
that's her problem. Am I the jerk for not washing
my hands? At three am last night? My significant other
twenty eight female, woke me up twenty nine male, at
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around three am to tell me that I had thrown
our dog off the bed while sleeping. I was a
bit annoyed that she woke me up, so I went
to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and
use the restroom. I try to stay as sleepy as
possible to fall back asleep quickly. When I returned to bed,
my significant other told me to wash my hands, as
she had apparently heard me in the restroom and noticed
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that I forgot to wash them in my half asleep state.
I told her that I just wanted to go back
to sleep and didn't want to argue since I had
sprained my ankle a bit earlier in the evening. However,
she continued to ask me to wash my hands repeatedly.
After some back and forth, I decided to sleep in
the guest room instead of our bed. I am aware
that I should wash my hands after using the restroom,
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but I was annoyed that my significant other wouldn't drop
the issue and I couldn't fall back asleep until about
five thirty a m. The next morning. I woke up
in a bad mood and she asked me jokingly why
I had slept in the guest room. I told her
that I had slept there because she woke me up
for the dog and wouldn't drop the hand washing issue.
I expected an apology from her, since I thought waking
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me up for the dog was inappropriate. However, she told
me that it was my fault for not washing my
hands and that I should have tried harder to fall
back asleep. She said I was being dramatic and needed
to get over it. I got frustrated because I had
asked her to drop the issue several times during the night,
but she had ignored me. I got angry and told
her that I should have washed my hands, but that
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waking me up for the dog's comfort was ridiculous, and
that she should have dropped it when I asked her to.
I then told her not to talk to me unless
she had something else to say, besides, you're overreacting. She
left for work, and I'm now typing this in my
home office feeling upset. We're at a standstill where I
feel like I need an apology and she feels like
I'm being dramatic. I tend to get angry quickly when
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I'm sleep deprived, so I know that I may be
in the wrong here. I need some outside perspective, so
read it. Am I the jerk, not the jerk? If
the woman was truly concerned about germs, she wouldn't be
letting the dogs sleep on the bed. Does she clean
his paws before he enters the house with the same
vehemence that she expects you to wash your hands. I
can guarantee a dog has walked through many unsavory things
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prior to bringing it back into your floors. Inside your
house that you may then track around yourself on the
soles of your own feet. Not the dog's fault, just facts. Also,
waking you up at that time of the morning unfair.
I suggest the next time something like dog evicted from
bed happens, wake her up at bum o'clock in the
morning and see how she likes it. Literally my exact thought.
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Dogs are dirty. Don't get me wrong. I love dogs
and I have one of my own, so I know
for a fact that dogs can be a little stinky.
They run outside on the dirty ground and walk back
teria all through your house. So unless the girlfriend is
cleaning the dog's pause after every single time he goes outside,
then she doesn't have a leg to stand on. Not
the jerk? Am I the jerk for not agreeing to
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change our son back to public school? So I got
a job at a private high school. The school gives
free admission to the kids of faculty and staff, as
well as to their lower grade schools. These schools are
way better than the public schools in my area. I
want to send my son in the private elementary school. Unfortunately,
my son's mother was not really on board with this.
She thought it would make things difficult since she also
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has a daughter who will be starting school next year.
Our custody agreement has a part where we can't change
our son's education without both of us agreeing, so my
son couldn't go unless his mother said yes, since the
main issue she had was her daughter not being able
to attend next year. I told my ex about the
school's policy that siblings of current students have priority on
the admission list, so with our son enrolled, she will
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also be able to enroll her daughter. My son's mother
was happy with the idea after that, and they agreed.
The school has really early deadlines for things, so my
son's mother was trying to enroll her daughter for the
next school year. That's when she found out that while
her daughter would get priority admission, she would have to
pay tuition. The school does offer scholarships, but they're more
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for exceptional or diverse students, so her daughter is way
down on the list. My son's mother is now very
upset by this and thinks I tricked her, even though
it was obvious her kid wouldn't get in for free
since she's not my kid. Still, she is insisting it's
going to cre eight problems down the line. For example,
she thinks it will cause animosity between her daughter and
our son, as he will have more opportunities. She also
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said it would be hard to deal with the kids
being in different schools because they're far apart, about fifteen
to twenty minutes drive difference. She wants to change our
son back to public school, but she can't unless I
agree to it. I still don't see the point. She
hasn't made a convincing argument. On my side, the school
is way better than his old school, and he's happy
and settled, and he has friends at his new school.
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On her side, her daughter may get a little jealous
and she may have to drive a little more on
the days she has our son at it. Just so
everyone knows. I have since told my ex that I
can drive our son to and from school every day
if it makes things easier. Not the jerk. You're doing
what every parent should do and trying to give your
son the most opportunities possible. Dealing with the locker thief
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in high school. This was back in the early two thousands,
probably two thousand and three to two thousand and four
school year. Throughout the entire year there was a crime
wave of people having their things stolen out of their
locked lockers. Not everyone, but enough that everyone knew someone
who had happened to the school's only defense about this
was that it was our fault for sharing locker combos
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with our friends. They also charged us every time we
had to get the combination changed on a locker, like
after a theft, for instance, because it was assumed to
be our fault. Well, I had my graphing calculator taken
out of my locker. I also never gave out my
combination to anyone, mostly because my friends were jerks and
we pulled crap on each other all the time. So
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I was out one hundred fifty dollars for the calculator
and another one hundred fifty dollars to change the combination
getting a locksmith to change out the lock. This is
two thousand and three money, so it's a bit more
than now. To anyone who has ever had to buy
a TI eighty six in two thousand and three or
two thousand and four, you'll know how much the things cost. Well,
my dad was drinking buddies with one of the county
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detectives I'll call him Detective Buddy, and or Uncle Buddy.
He went in to talk to the school about these
thefts going on so he could get the security camera
for the day my calculator went missing and got completely
brushed off as it was a non existent problem and
he must have given out his locker combination. The principal
told him he would need a warrant to get the
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camera footage. Then when he got the warrant, the school
fought the warrant in court citing student privacy. Cue the
pro revenge. Detective Buddy shows up at our house with
a laptop and a laptop bag. He's like, throw this
in your locker and tell everyone you know about your
brand new laptop. Okay, sure, uncle Buddy. Three days later,
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I show up at my locker between classes and the
laptop is gone. The bag too, nowhere to be seen,
as is a twenty four ounce bottle of coke and
possibly some pins. I take my phone out and text
him that the laptop got taken stand by for the
crab show. Oh and you reported the theft to the police, FYI,
he replies back. Okay, I replied, confused. I got about
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the rest of my day and I don't hear anything back.
The following morning, Detective Buddy comes to the school with
three uniformed officers and pulls a student, Dave, out of class,
as well as his mom, who works in the front office.
The principle is upset. I don't actually hear the cops,
but the principle is upset to no end that he
had the audacity to accuse them of theft and he
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couldn't just take them out of his school, et cetera,
et cetera. Well, turns out there was a tracker in
the laptop bag and Uncle Buddy got a warrant to
search a particular house. The laptop had a value of
over one thousand dollars, making it a felony. The next afternoon,
he set up a tent with a table just outside
of school grounds. He also had a banner across the
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top if you had something stolen from your locker, see me.
By the next morning, Dave and his mom made the paper. Apparently,
Dave allegedly used his mom's login information to get onto
the school network and get the locker combinations for basically everyone.
Then he just opened random lockers looking for valuables to steal.
If he didn't get info of a specific locker to steal,
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from when he set up the stand to get more
people reporting thefts. He racked up an astounding number of charges.
Each locker counted as a separate misdemeanor unless the stolen
object was worth more than one thousand dollars, in which
case it was a felony. In less than a week,
Uncle Buddy opened and broke an investigation, and they charged
Dave and his mom with nine felonies and thirty five
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misdemeanor charges. When I finally got the story from Buddy,
he explained what the situation was. He had me stash
a brand new laptop that had a GPS tracking unit
stuck in it in my locker, then get it stolen deliberately,
and then he got a warrant to search the property
it had been taken to. Now, the fun thing to
stress is that the laptop was over one thousand dollars value,
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pushing the theft from a misdemeanor into felony level. There
was also another eight felony charges stuff like jewelry that
was taken from other people's lockers and recovered, So any
of the locker break ins that amounted to over one
thousand dollars stolen was a felony charge and less than
one thousand dollars was a misdemeanor charge. Cool thing was
that because the calculator and the laptop were separate days,
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and the combination changed between the days, he caught a
felony and a misdemeanor charge off me alone, the nine
felony thefts ended up in twelve thousand dollars range total,
and the thirty five misdemeanor charges were somewhere in the
range of three thousand dollars total in value. Now, that's
an awful lot of stuff stolen, but I need to
stress that this is only what was proven stolen, Like
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this is what they caught him with in his possession
and that they could trace back to someone. They also
didn't let them plead to anything. It was Podunkville's highest
profile crime in years, and, without a doubt, one of
the worst crime sprees the county had seen in decades.
Next up on the revenge, everyone who had been charged
one hundred and fifty dollars to get their locker combinations
changed sued the school district in a class action lawsuit.
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The justification was that the school did nothing to investigate
the forty four proved and more than likely two hundred
plus cases of locker theft, and then charged money to
get the locker combinations changed. There were two hundred eighteen
people in the class, and in total everyone got eighty
five dollars after attorney's fees. The principal also lost his
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job for being a bonehead and not bothering to attempt
to deal with a massive problem that was reported to
him going on at the school. The fun thing I
need to point out is that the school brought in
a locksmith to change out the locks. That's why they
justified charging one hundred fifty dollars. Well, the school already
paid the one hundred fifty dollars a locker, but they
also had to return one hundred dollars per locker, meaning
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that they were out twenty one thousand, eight hundred dollars
plus their legal fees for that class action suit. Next
comes the criminal trial in the Fallout, the prosecutor's deal
was ten years in prison, five in juvie and five
in adult prison for Dave and fifteen for Dave's mom. Well,
they refused that deal and it went to trial. Dave
got one year in prison for each felony. The stateman
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and one month probation for each misdemeanor, so nine years
plus thirty five months of probation. His mom received eighteen
years of jail and six years probation. Having attended much
of the best parts of the trial, I will say this,
they had Dave on camera entering twenty plus lockers, and
they had them in possession of stolen goods for every
single charge they made against them. The judge was also
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not amused that there were likely other reported crimes that
they got away with because they couldn't prove it or
they weren't reported. Dave's mom got it worse. That was
a fun sentencing to show up for. But the most
important thing is that I got my graphing calculator back.
It had my name engraved inside the battery compartment. I
still have it, as well as a cool story to tell.
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