Karen Stops Ambulance and Gets TASED!

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Episode Transcript

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. Karen rips open the doors on my ambulance.
Huge mistake. After that, can't remove the charge, Well, I'll
just use it then. And after that, am I the
jerk for refusing to participate in my boyfriend's family's Thanksgiving tradition. Now,

(00:22):
for every thumbs up this video gets one, Karen does
not get to interfere with an ambulance. I'll find a way,
Redded boy, I always do, so, Please smash that like
button and subscribe and turn on notifications for news stories
from Reddit every single day. Karen rips open the doors
on my ambulance. Huge mistake. So this just happened last night,

(00:43):
and I still can't believe someone would actually do this.
I'm thirty mail and I'm a paramedic. I've been in
EMS for the past eight years, and I absolutely love
my job. Last night, we were dispatched to a seventy
five year old woman who had fallen at home. The
patient stated that she tripped over her carpet and she
hid her head when she fell. We arrived on the

(01:03):
scene and noticed that the home was a duplex, with
our patient's door on the right and her neighbor's door
on the left. We made our way into the home
and found her lying on the floor. The woman was
awake and breathing. We started asking her the standard questions,
are you okay, does anything hurt, do you remember the fall? Etc.
She stated that she has a pounding headache and that

(01:24):
she remembers walking to bed and then waking up on
the floor. In my field, that's a pretty big red flag.
We noticed that she's got a pretty good lump on
the side of her head and a big bruise starting
to form. Already noticing the bruise, I asked her if
she was on any blood thinners. She said that she
was on blood thinners for a previous stroke that she
had a few years ago. We urged her to let

(01:45):
us take her to the hospital because there was a
possibility that the fall could have caused a bleed in
her brain and she should go to the hospital to
get some scans done. She agrees and we begin to
package her up. We applied a sea collar around her
neck in case of any sea spine neck injuries. She
denied any neck or back pain, so we lifted her
up and placed her on our stairchair. A stairchair is

(02:07):
exactly what it sounds like. It's a chair with tracks
that we used to carry patients up and down the stairs.
As we were getting her out of the house, her
neighbor whipped the door open and started yelling about how
she couldn't sleep with all the lights and noises outside.
The sound of the stairchair apparently woke her up, and
she was not happy about that. My lieutenant walked over
to her and apologized and said that we were dealing

(02:29):
with a medical emergency and that we would be leaving
soon enough. The Karen neighbor then noticed that our patient
was her neighbor, and that's when she started yelling about
something totally different. The entitled neighbor started yelling, you can't
take her to the hospital. I have errands to run
tomorrow and she needs to watch my kids. My lieutenant
again reiterated that we were here for a medical emergency

(02:51):
and that her health is more important than her errands.
The entitled neighbor let out aloud and then slammed the
door in his face. We thought that was the end
of it, but we were wrong. After a few minutes
in the back of the ambulance, we told our lieutenant
that he could take the engine crew back to the
station and that we were going to be heading out
in a few minutes. After we checked her vitals, got

(03:13):
an IV going, and started giving her IV fluids. My
partner got out of the back and went up to
the driver's seat. About five seconds later, the back doors
of my ambulance flew open, and who did I see?
The entitled neighbor. Of course, apparently she needed a few
minutes to get dressed before coming outside. I yell at her,
what do you think you're doing? She yells back, I

(03:34):
told you that she can't go to the hospital because
she has to watch my kids tomorrow. She then starts
trying to pull the cod out of the ambulance with
our patient on it. Luckily, she didn't know how to
unlatch the cod and couldn't get her out. Our patient says,
I can't watch your kids tomorrow because I fell and
I might be having a stroke. The entitled neighbor yells

(03:55):
back at her and says, you're fine. You don't need
to go to the hospital because you're not having a stroke.
My partner then hears the commotion and goes to the
back of the ambulance. He pulls her off the cot
and I slam and lock the doors. You could hear
the entitled neighbor was about to become combative. It's important
to know that either the police department or the Sheriff's
department responds to our calls too when it's at night.

(04:18):
Because of where we were, it took just a few
minutes for the Sheriff's department to show up on the scene,
but he got there just in time. I couldn't hear
much through the door, but I saw the officer get
out of his cruiser with his taser drawn. My partner
runs back up to the driver's seat and starts heading
to the hospital. The last thing I saw through the
back windows was the entitled neighbor stomping towards the officer

(04:40):
and then her hitting the ground after being tased. Super
satisfying to watch. I was talking with my patient and
asked what that was all about, and she said that
the entitled neighbor will just drop her three kids off
at her house and leave for several hours at a
time with no notice. My patient had no idea that
she was supposed to watch the kids at all, because again,
be entire idle neighbor never even gives her a heads

(05:02):
up about these kinds of things. Can't remove the charge, well,
I'll just use it then. In the early two thousands,
when I first moved out on my own, I rented
from a complex that charged you for assigned parking. It
was an up charge of twenty five dollars a month.
If you didn't get assigned parking, you would have to
fight for a space on the street. My apartment was

(05:22):
in the back of the complex and I was getting
over a recent knee and ankle injury, so I opted
for paid parking that was relatively close to my front door.
My car was a junker three years older than I am,
but it ran semi okay and the heater worked. As
a newly minted adult, I was happy to have it.
About three months into my lease, my car went to
the Great scrap heap in the Sky. I had gotten

(05:45):
used to the local transit system and discovered a nearby
store would drop off groceries for me. This was long
before Walmart and other stores started doing it, so it
was cheaper than figuring a month supplies on the bus,
so I opted not to replace the car and utilize
the bus pass. My work reimbursed me for I went
to my leasing office and told them I no longer
needed the space and would you please remove the extra

(06:07):
charge from my bill. The manager at the desk was
new and had never been asked that before. She promised
to look into it and let me know. I was
a naive and figured it would be gone come next month. Nope,
it was still there. I paid all but the parking
space and called up the complex. Same girl. She said
she was a waiting word from higher ups and offered

(06:27):
me a credit for the charge as a one time courtesy.
I reminded her that I no longer owned a car.
I hadn't just changed my mind. I told her that
the space had been empty for close to a month
now and that I won't be using it. She said
she understood loud and clear and would get it sorted
by next month. Three days before rent was due, she
finally got back to me. Apparently it was in my

(06:49):
lease and couldn't be removed without breaking the lease and
signing a new one, even if I didn't move out
the lease. Braking and initiation fees would be charged to
me and my rent would go up to the new
current mank market value. This would be over one thousand dollars,
so not an option for someone freshly on their own.
I kept the parking space on the lease. Three weeks later,
I was reviewing my lease to get the phone number

(07:11):
for maintenance and notice the claws for the parking space. Essentially,
I could park a motorcycle, scooter, car, truck, suv or
trailer in the space. Gears were turning for me. To
be in compliance, I had to have wheels on anything
parked in my space. So I went to my local
version of Craigslist and found a wheeled container similar to

(07:32):
a shipping container. It wasn't cheap, but it was worth
every cent. The complex offered storage sheds at an up
charge too. Being fresh out of high school, I didn't
have much to store my neighbor, though, did. I threw
a lock on the unit and offered it to my
neighbor for half the cost of a shed thirty five
dollars a month. He was able to move his stuff

(07:53):
out of his storage unit where he was paying over
one hundred dollars a month, and the container was available
twenty four to seven three hundred sixty five days a year.
He was happy for the arrangement and paid several months
in advance. The complex put several toe stickers for out
of compliance on the trailer, but I called the tow
company and faxed them a copy of the lease where
it says trailers are allowed. The container was registered with

(08:16):
a county as a utility trailer, so there's nothing they
could do. They tried to find me for improper parking,
but again I had proof I was within my rights.
They even offered to remove the charge for parking on
my lease if I would relocate the container. With what
my neighbor was paying, I could cover my water bill
every month. So I declined. I stayed eighteen months and

(08:37):
sold the trailer to my neighbor. When I moved out.
He had to rent a car to relocate it to
his assigned space, but he said it was worth a
couple hundred he paid. He ended up saving over one
thousand dollars a year renting from me. Other neighbors even
started bringing in their own containers too, even if it
meant getting a second space. Sheds were being vacated at
such a large volume the complex tried to give them

(08:58):
away at six months three. Few took them up on it.
The complex amended the new leases to exclude trailers, but
could do nothing about those that had already had them
in the spot. Instead of moving out and giving notice,
renters would reassign their lease to new people so they
could be grandfathered into the trailer clause. I drove by
the facility two years or so after I moved out,

(09:20):
going to a friend's house for Thanksgiving. The complex had
been sold to a new owner and they changed their name,
But wouldn't you know, there were still about a dozen
wheeled shipping containers parked in the lot. Am I the
jerk for refusing to participate in my boyfriend's family's Thanksgiving tradition.
I went to Thanksgiving at my boyfriend's family's house last night.

(09:40):
I had met his parents and sister a couple of times,
but this was my first time meeting his more extended family.
He said they make a whole day of it, so
we would be heading over around ten am. When we arrived,
there were several men sitting in the living room watching football.
My boyfriend introduced me to his brother, brother in law, uncles,
and some cousins. His dad was also there. There's a

(10:01):
cooler in the middle of the room, and my boyfriend
grabs a beer and sits down to watch the game.
His mom and sister come in to say hi, and
his mom says, perfect timing. We are just getting going
in the kitchen. Come on, let's get you a drink.
I go into the kitchen and there are several women
in there. They have Christmas movies on the TV, and
most of them are doing some kind of food prep.

(10:22):
I grab my drink and go back and sit with
my boyfriend. I try to strike up some conversation, but
the guys were super into the game. After a while,
I take my boyfriend to the side and tell him
I feel awkward since I'm not into football and no
one is really talking to me. He told me, then
go hang out in the kitchen. The girls talk up
a storm. The family tradition is for the guys to

(10:43):
watch football and the ladies hang out in the kitchen
and make the meal. I told him I found that
extremely wrong, and I was not interested in going into
the kitchen while the men set around drinking and watching TV.
I ended up just sitting around awkwardly watching them. All
talk sports until basically was served, at which point they
got up, got a plate, and went back to watching TV.

(11:05):
I told my boyfriend after that I was upset, and
he said I was overreacting. I told him it was
awkward as I didn't like sports, but I didn't want
to be banished to the kitchen with the women. I
told him I didn't really feel like I got to
know next to nothing about his family except that they
have this messed up tradition. Am I the jerk? Remember

(11:25):
this experience very very well, because it's most definitely a
glimpse of what your future will look like if you
stay with your boyfriend. You told him how you felt.
He invalidated your feelings and told you to grin and
bear it is that what you want. Not only does
he accept this type of alienation, he expects you to
just cluck with the other chickens in the kitchen. Not

(11:45):
the jerk. Not the jerk. Your boyfriend is very much
the jerk, though his family are not. Though in this case,
they were enjoying a tradition that they're comfortable with. Despite
how ick it might be to myself and to others,
Your boyfriend invited you, and it was messed up that
he pretty much ditched you to get to know only
the women in the family. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't leave.

(12:08):
I would have noted out of there, not the jerk.
I would have cringed so much if I was there.
This is disgusting, and all those people trying to justify
it and call op the jerk need to learn a
bit of empathy. Imagine being a guest and expected to
relegate yourself to the kitchen while half the attendees just
hang out doing something the other half are excluded from. Also,

(12:30):
I'd love to see all those men who hang out
attempt to prepare a dinner and watch the kids while
the women sit around and watch their entertainment without lifting
a finger. Everyone sucks here, except all those nice women
you chose to ignore info. Is this the first time
you met these people? His mom and sister came in
and said hi, and his mom says, perfect timing. We're

(12:51):
just going into the kitchen. Come on, let's get you
a drink while you are correct. This is a wrong
tradition and you don't have to like it. Mom and
sister invited you to join them. They sounded happy to
meet you. They were trying to include you. You chose
not to interact with the women of his family. You're
complaining that you didn't get to learn about anybody in
the family, But had you gone with mom and sister

(13:13):
and met all the other women, they'd have given you
the lowdown on everybody. I agree it's a crappy tradition,
but this might be deeply ingrained into your boyfriend. Talk
to him and make some decision on whether this is
something you can live with or if that's something he
can live without. Not the jerk. My family is the
complete opposite. All us ladies hang out in the living

(13:33):
room watching the parades while the men get the food ready.
The food would probably come out ten times better if
we were the ones making it, but at least we
finally get a day off from our hectic schedules. When
a tradition sucks, it's up to you to change it.
I tell your boyfriend that you won't be going to
another Thanksgiving with him next year unless they decide to
alternate who does the food prep. It's not fair at

(13:55):
all that they expected you to do it. Just a
bunch of entitled man babies. You're the jerk. You decided
not to be in the kitchen only because you thought
it was wrong, even though all the women there weren't
helping out with the cooking, but were watching Christmas movies,
chatting and drinking instead of watching football, because like you,
they don't want to. The men, in fact, didn't tell

(14:17):
you you couldn't sit down and watch football. They just
wanted to watch the game and not make small talk
with you. Wine, Wine, Wine. I'll be darned if I'm
gonna go in the kitchen because I'm not going to
be relegated to that role, gonna sit in the room
where sports is dominant, and then get on the internet
and whine about not liking sports and not having a
nice conversation. You had a couple of choices. You could

(14:38):
have gone into the kitchen and made an effort, or
you could have gone home. Nope, you get online and
whine about it. You're the jerk. Well, who do you
think is the jerk? Opie or her boyfriend? Please let
us know. I think we should have standardized questionnaires that
we fill out before dating someone. Lots of these types
of things could really be avoided that way. Am I
the jerk for crashing my wife's birthday party and taking

(15:01):
her home. My wife turned thirty this week. I'm twenty six.
Mail We've always had a strong relationship and I love
her so much. My wife has a best friend from childhood, Jimmy,
who's twenty eight. I didn't know him that well, but
this year we've gotten to know each other and have
gotten close. He's my best bud and like an older
brother to me in a lot of ways. My wife

(15:21):
goes all out for my birthday parties and I love them.
She's more of a stoic introvert, so I thought it
would be nice to throw her a surprise thirtieth birthday
with just her and me and make it a special event.
I wanted to make her a gift she would love.
Jimmy's an incredible artist, and for the past two months
I've been taking lessons from him. My wife was curious

(15:42):
why I was spending so much time away from home
with Jimmy, but I made vague excuses because I couldn't
tell her I was making a gift for her. She's
made a couple of comments, but never seemed upset. I
told her a week before her birthday that I had
made plans with Jimmy. I have a job with flexible hours,
so it's not uncommon for me to do it. She
wasn't upset or anything. When her birthday came. It was

(16:03):
all I could do not to say anything. When she
left for work, I put my plan in action. I
decorated the place. I brought out the cake I learned
from YouTube and stored it at our friend's house. I
got a dozen bouquets of flowers. I got her a
few other gifts too. She was supposed to come home
at five point thirty, but she didn't. I waited hours
for her, but she didn't come home. I called Jimmy

(16:25):
and he said he hadn't seen her either. I called
her and she didn't pick up. I checked her location
and she was at a restaurant. I went to the
restaurant and she was there with her friends. They were
eating a birthday cake and she had prisons. I never
met these friends of hers before. I think they're from
her work. She seemed sad. She wasn't smiling or energetic.
I wanted to take her home and show her my

(16:46):
gift so that she would be happy. I came over
to her and told her she had to come home,
We grabbed her things and left on the uber back.
She didn't say anything. At home, she started crying. She
has been sleeping on the couch and she's avoiding me.
My wife hasn't talked to Jimmy either. I told my
mom and she called me a jerk. I don't know
why am I the jerk? You're the jerk. You didn't

(17:10):
use the critical piece of surprise party planning here, where
you have her at home at a certain time for
a good reason. You just made it look like you
were blowing her off and she made other plans. You
honestly just made it look like you remembered her birthday
at the last minute and went overboard to try to
make up for it, and instead of apologizing, you forced
her to appreciate your thoughtfulness, not to mention her work

(17:32):
friends who probably already thought Op was a jerk for
not making plans for her birthday, so they take her
out to cheer her up, and then Op tracks her location,
hunts her down in a restaurant, and demand she leave
with him in front of all of her friends. So
now they thinking that he's a controlling jerk. Red flag.
If I was her, I'd be ashamed and worried. My

(17:52):
friends were questioning if my husband was mistreating me. Not
the jerk, young man, You've learned a valuable lesson of
being a husband. Never go above and beyond. She's just
gonna find something to get mad about when you do.
Keep it simple. That's what they like, because the truth
is they're simple people themselves. Back in oh two, I
bought my wife a new car with all the upgrades.

(18:14):
The dealership offered, What did I get in return? This
share looks complicated? Do we really need all this extra stuff?
Few years later, I bought her a new washer and dryer.
What did I get in return? This share looks complicated?
What was wrong with the old ones? This is so
much harder to use than the old ones. Eventually I
learned to keep it simple, and ever since then, I've

(18:34):
never had to deal with her being ungrateful over something
I went above and beyond. On again, if you're lucky
enough to have a wife who actually appreciates the extra effort,
consider yourself lucky and let me know where you found her,
because I've been looking to trade mine in for a
long time. No, but seriously, let me know. God bless y'all,
and be safe out there. Hope y'all had a happy

(18:57):
and safe Thanksgiving and wishing you a merry Christ. He
is the reason for the season. Bill Well, who do
you think is the jerk O P or his wife?
Please let us know. When will people learn that real
life is never like the sitcoms? And again, half our
viewers probably don't even remember what sitcoms were. My table

(19:17):
caused me to have an emotional breakdown and try to
get me fired because of a genuine misunderstanding. On Thanksgiving Day,
the restaurant I work at was open for lunch. I
had a family of seven come in. At first, everything
was fine and I was making small talk getting everyone's drinks.
It was their four kids that were around my age,
the grandpa and the dad and the wife. When the

(19:38):
dad and the wife arrived, the dad immediately ordered two beers.
The dad's face was very red and scarred looking, and
he seemed upset and in pain. As I was walking away,
I heard a man say that he had fallen and
hurt himself. This is where I messed up. I assumed
it was the dad who was hurt and genuinely wanted
to help him. When I went back to the table

(19:58):
and went up to him. I asked if he needed
anything like water or iberprofen or anything else that I
could get him. He was immediately very angry and asked
what I was talking about. I was very surprised and
scared and stammered that I thought he was hurt or
not feeling well and I wanted to help him. He
then said, are you kidding me right now? Very angrily.

(20:19):
The entire family was staring at us in stunned silence.
His wife awkwardly made a joke that he had just
gotten out of surgery for a shark attack. I apologized
immediately and said I was not trying to offend him
and I was very sorry. After that, the family ordered
more drinks and talked. I made sure to take the
best care of them and try to smooth things over.

(20:40):
I got them multiple rounds of drinks. The dad had
about six or seven entrees to go food, kept their
water full, packed their food to go, and got them
all desserts. At some point, the dad went to the
bathroom and the grandpa asked why I offered his son iberprofen.
I explained I had heard someone had fallen and wanted
to help the grandpa told me that he was the

(21:00):
one who had fallen and the dad was going through
skin cancer treatment. His wife chimed in and told me
that he was very insecure about it. I of course
felt awful and tried to apologize and tell them I
never wanted to offend him. Unfortunately, they just stared at
me until I left the table. The kids who were
my age were being friendly, and I tried my best
to smile and do what I could. At the end,

(21:22):
the wife asked for the bill. It came out to
five hundred and ten dollars. They put five hundred forty
dollars in cash. I made the thirty dollars in change
and brought it back to the table. The last hour
of work, I was trying so hard to not cry.
They finally leave forty minutes after we closed, and they
had left the thirty dollars as a tip. As I'm
picking up their table, my boss comes over to me

(21:44):
and asks why they were calling him, saying that I
had offended them by offering the man pain medicine. Thank goodness,
my boss is a good guy and understood it was
a misunderstanding and they were being jerks about it. About
ten minutes later, when we were all about to leave
for the day, they called my boss again. They told
him to take the thirty dollars tip back from me,
and that they wanted my boss to donate it to

(22:05):
skin cancer research. I had already been crying at this point,
but was just so shocked and humiliated. I gave him
the thirty dollars and I left. I spent the next
hour in my car crying and disassociating. I felt so
stupid and awful and hurt. I skipped out on Thanksgiving
dinner with my boyfriend and his family because my eyes
and face were so swollen, and I felt very depressed

(22:27):
and worthless to that man and his family. I'm very
sorry you were dealing with cancer and that I ruined
your meal. Taking out that anger and pain on a
service worker trying their best on a holiday and ruining
their day as well was very wrong and uncalled for.
I hope you remember this day and realize you were
wrong for acting like that. I hope you can one
day feel thankfulness and forgiveness instead of hate and malice.

(22:51):
I'm so sorry they were terrible, and your boss shouldn't
have even mentioned that. They called much less taken your
tit back. However, you should never offer any kind of
medicine to anyone, even if they ask for it. The
liability here is huge. I only say this so you
know for next time. Am I the jerk for confronting
my cousin in front of the whole family for stealing

(23:11):
from my house? I late thirties Mail hosted Thanksgiving at
my house. My husband fifties Mail, and I have a
nephew who's sixteen who stays with us part time. He
has a bedroom on the second floor and my bedroom
is on the third floor. It's a suite with a
sitting room, living room, two walk in closets in the bedroom.
When you walk up the stairs, you walk into the

(23:32):
sitting room, then there's a small living room, then the bedroom,
and then you go into either one of the closets
from the bedroom. I have a nephew who is five
and is exhibiting signs of autism. His mother, twenty seven female,
is my second cousin. She came along with her two
brothers and their mother. So everyone's taking turns entertaining my
five year old nephew because he requires a little bit

(23:53):
of extra attention. At one point I leave the living
room on the first floor, and I see him on
the stairs playing with a toy car and what looks
like a watch. I look closer and I see the
watch belongs to my husband, and it's a pretty expensive
watch to be smashing into a toy car. I asked
my nephew where he got it, and he said uncle's
twenty nine mail backpack. I asked him if he could

(24:15):
show me. He leads me to the piano room where
everyone put their jackets and whatnot, and my one cousin's backpack.
My nephew opens the front portion of the backpack and
I see some other jewelry in there. I was really upset,
so I grabbed his backpack and grabbed my nephew and
went into the living room. I dumped the backpack out
onto one of the coffee tables and asked my cousin

(24:36):
what the heck was going on with the fact that
two of my husband's watches and a necklace that belonged
to my mother were in his bag. I dumped out
the bag and the nephew who lives with me his
switch was in there. The cousin whose backpack it was
freaked out, saying clearly, my autistic nephew puts stuff in
there that he had taken from upstairs. I know that's
not the case, because he's not tall enough to get

(24:58):
to the dresser where the jewelry was, nor do I
think he would even wonder that far away from everyone else.
Am I the jerk for confronting him in front of everyone? Edit?
One cut some things out for the character limit, so
when I dumped the bag out, the cousin who stole
the stuff was white as a sheet. His sister later
asked me how on earth I would do that in
front of everyone. The man who stole from me. His

(25:20):
mother said that what he did was wrong, but I
don't need to point it out to everyone, because everyone's
going to be looking at him when he comes over
to their house. That's why I'm wondering if I'm the
jerk for those asking. I don't think he's an addict,
but in all fairness, I didn't think he was a
thief either. I don't think he's a career criminal because
he didn't take the expensive washes, just the mid grade ones.

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The necklace also was just gold plated, so probably only
worth one hundred or two hundred dollars. The point is
there were much more expensive things he could have taken
out of the drawers he was in. I'm second cousins
with the thief's mother. I'm just uncle O pee to
the little guy because it's a lot easier than second cousin.
Twice removed. Ope, am I the jerk for not getting

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McDonald's for my friend's kid. Yesterday, my friend Ryan had
to work. I was off work, so he asked if
I'd mind watching his kids for the day since they
have this week off school now. For the most part,
his kids, Andy who's ten, and Mary, who's seven, are
good kids and I've hung out with them all before,
so I said sure. I was told by Ryan that

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Andy will only eat chicken tenders, mac and cheese, hot dogs,
and peanut butter and jelly. This is gonna be good.
We watched some movies, played we and I took them
out to eat for lunch. Then to Andy, who's ten,
kept telling me we need to go to McDonald's to
get my tenders. I said that the restaurant we were
going to had really good chicken tenders. They do. Besides,

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I didn't want to be one of those people that
brings outside food to a restaurant. Well, we get to
the restaurant and Andy keeps saying that he doesn't want
to eat there. He wants McDonald's. Long story short, Mary
had a burger and ate it all. I ordered Andy
some tenders and he refused to try them, so I
took the leftovers with us to give to Ryan. When
Ryan picked them up later, Andy told him that he

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was hungry and hadn't eaten since before lunch. We had
some snacks. Ryan asked me why I didn't feed them lunch.
I said, I took them out to eat and Mary said, yep,
I had a burger. Andy told him that he didn't
like the tenders at that restaurant so didn't eat them,
and I wouldn't get him McDonald's, so he didn't eat lunch.
Ryan said, he told me, and he is a picky eater,

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and I should have just gotten McDonald's for him instead
of forcing him to starve. I shouldn't be trying to
force his kid to eat stuff. On one hand, I
see Ryan's point, but at the same time, he can't
honestly expect people to drive all over getting different food
or have to eat McDonald's whenever they watch his kids.
Am I the jerk Eta? Since multiple people have said

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I should have made him a peep and J. I
couldn't make him a peep and J. Well, I technically could,
but earlier in the day I offered to make him
pep and J for a snack, but he only likes
grape jelly and I had strawberry. I don't have mac
and cheese because I'm lactose intolerant. You're the jur It
really sounds like this kid may have some sort of disability.

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All eight of my babies have struggled with disabilities, and
one thing I've learned over the years is that when
your child literally needs a certain specific food, you, as
a parent, need to get it for them as they
depend on you. There were times where I was literally
attacked for not having the right chicken nuggets for my babies,
but eventually I learned that it wasn't their fault. They

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weren't able to control themselves. It is true that four
of them have been taken from me, but I still
have my other four, and when they need certain specific foods,
Mama does whatever she needs to do to get it
for them. I'm not ashamed of the things I've had
to do to put Wendy's on the table. You try
being a single mom with eight kids and deadbeat fathers

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who refuse to support you because they think you're crazy
and the course won't do anything. Please don't take to
heart everyone here acting like they know it all about parenting.
Most of them probably don't even have kids themselves. I
know I'm a good mom and I always give it
my all. I will get my babies back, mark my words.
Am I the jerk for calling my mom to come

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pick me up early at a party? A few weeks ago?
I'm seventeen female, along with my friend Martiza, seventeen female,
went to a Halloween party. We both got the JAB,
so we were all good there. On the way there,
Martsa informed me that she had changed her mind about
leaving the party at our agreed time and was more
than likely going to spend the night and just skip

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class the next day. She told me this as we
were in her car. I was going to be the
designated driver on the way back. I would have been
fine with this if she hadn't waited to tell me
the unilateral change of plans five minutes before we pulled
up to the house, so I was already a little peeved.
When we went into the party, I knew I was
either going to have to pay one hundred and twenty

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one dollars Halloween rates to get home or call my
mom and have her come pick me up. I chose
my mom one because I knew she would be upset
if I paid over one hundred dollars for a forty
five minute car ride. And two, my parents have always
made it very clear to me that I can call
them whenever I need them, and they won't hold it
against me. Anyways. We got to the party around eight thirty,

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but around nine a lot more people started coming in.
Some I recognized because I do dual enrollment at my
community college. Unfortunately, one of the people that came in
was someone I had French with. I tried avoiding him,
but he saw me anyway and proceeded to follow me
around the party. Marteza had disappeared off the face of
the planet like two minutes after we stepped foot into

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the door, so I was all alone. Mark is twenty four.
I have no interest in him. He's twenty four, which
is pretty gross and old in my opinion. I don't
want to date someone seven years older than me. I'm
also only into other girls, so yeah, I've told him
this multiple times, but he doesn't care. I get away
from Mark, and around nine thirty I call my mom

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and ask her to come pick me up. I explain
to her what's going on. I leave out Mark on purpose.
I text Martiza and tell her that I'm leaving. She
doesn't respond, so I go looking for her. I spend
like forty minutes looking because I started on the top floor,
but she was in the kitchen doing shots and says
whatever when I tell her I'm heading out. I go

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wait outside and Mark manages to find me. While I'm waiting,
I keep trying to walk away from him, but he
continues to follow me. I see my mom's car pulling
up at this point. She must have recognized my costume
because she got from the end of the driveway out
the car and pulled Mark by his collar away from
me in like two seconds. Lo and behold, Martza's mom
is also there because Martiza had told her she was

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spending the night at my house. I did not know
she lied. Her. Mom goes inside and starts yelling her name,
looking for her. Martiza comes out with her mom, looking mortified.
I'm already in the car with my mom. They leave
in Martesa's car, So now Martesa's and had her phone
in car taken away. She can only talk to people
in school. She's mad at me and blames me for snitching.

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She's also upset that I didn't get punished and still
have my privileges. When she talks to me, she's really
passive aggressive. She ignores me a lot too. So am
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