la_chiclona

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You are Fat so I’M doing YOU a favor by taking YOUR dog.

I love hearing stories about entitled parents and don’t know if this fits? I decided to make a reddit since I have a lot of stories…First time writing also on mobile so sorry didn’t also for any spell errors ! M-me K-kid Ep-entitled parent

I’m a big curvy girl so I try to get out and walk my dogs so we both get benefits out of it. I don’t wanna call myself shy because I’m not but I just hate people looking at me out of fear of being judged, so that is the reason why I don’t walk my dogs on my street and walk them the street behind mine and some. So this happened about 2 months ago when it was some what cold. I had been walking my dogs regularly sometimes all 3 (pit bull Yorkie tiny shitzu) But lately it was too much and my 45 min walk turned to 1 hour walk and not even doing half of what I usually walked so I decided to take it easy and just take my moms small white and black shih tzu.

People usually would go crazy over her and tell us how cute she is and how she looked like a stuffed animal. So 30 minutes into and I see this little girl playing outside with shorts and no sweater and I thought how it wasn’t so cold but kind of irresponsible of the parents to let her be outside like that. As I’m getting close to the house I see the girl look at my dog and her face bright up and wait for us to pass by. “Perritoooo!!!!!” (Puppy.) This conversation was in Spanish but will just translate it here

Kid: OMG she’s sooo cute! What’s her name

Me: oh thank you her name is Luna

She then sat and Luna started getting on top of her and giving her love since she’s such a good girl. A few seconds into this I see the soon to be entitled parent walking up to us with a huge smile.

Entitled parent: oh don’t bother this girl

Me: no it’s fine Luna loves kids anyways

Kid: mom look she’s so cute I want one like this

EP :where are the other dogs?

(I guessed she had seen me walk all of the dogs the days before)

Me: oh it’s too stressful with all three so I just decided to take her to have a easy day

EP: she’s really cute

K: Mom, looks she really likes me

Luna just kept being the amazing dog she is with the kid in that second I saw EP get her leash and first thought she was going to hand it to me since I let it go when the little girl started interacting with her. I got confused after she didn’t give it back to me after a few seconds.

Me: ok well I think it’s time for us to go. It was nice meeting you guys

K: wwhhh ok bye lunaaa

EP: I thought you gave her to us?

K:yaaayyyyy Luna you are my dog now

Me: um no she is my dog actually my moms dog and I don’t remember telling you you could have her

EP: of course you did silly !!!

Me: no I didn’t

EP: then why would you tell me it’s too much stress with all of the dogs and anyways I don’t want all three I just want this one so you stay with 2 and I just stay with this one and we all go home happy

Me: No I never offered you her I would never give her away especially to a stranger

K is outside with shorts and no sweater I would hate to see how Luna would be treated

And this is when her soft voice and smile changed I expected her to slap me like all the other stories I hear but she didn’t

EP: did you just call me a bad parent? And don’t you see how happy k has been she needs this dog it’s hers now

Me: uh no I didn’t mean it like that

EP: you know what you are fat and shouldn’t even have her I’M doing YOU a favor so you don’t have to walk her anymore so she’s mine NOW

She had started walking away when I grabbed part of the leash and picked her up

Me: No I will be leaving with MY dog now If you don’t stop I will call the police

EP: do it what will they believe a fat girl walking her dog or a mom and a daughter playing outside with their dog

Me: my dad is a lawyer and my brother in law is a sheriff so let go of my dog before i make you regret it

(my dad isn’t a lawyer but everyone always thinks he is because he always has nice suits but my dad is friends with big time lawyers and judges that have helped my family member before but my boyfriend’s brother is a sheriff so I wasn’t lying there) In that second I saw her stop and I guess she got scared and believed me and let go of the leash

EP: you can’t prove anything

Picked up her daughter and went inside. On the way back home I kept on thinking cool things I could have said when she was walking away but in the moment I was just relieved she didn’t do anything to Luna. I decided not to tell my parents because I know they would want to make it a big deal and like I said before get his lawyer friends into this so I just stayed quiet and stopped walking that deep into the street.

Not a update but if rSlash, HE1T, voiceyhere, fresh and r/bumfris ends up seeing this I love u guys and listen to you everyday.

Edit: ok thank you everyone complementing my pooches they very much appreciate it. Thank you for the people who have pm on Twitter and said I wasn’t fat and complemented me honestly made my year but thing is yeah I’m fat this girl got rolls and yes I wanna get in shape not just to look good but to feel good. And the reason I didn’t do anything was not because I was scared of the woman but because I was shocked no one has actually ever called me fat like that. Like I said before I don’t really like conflict she didn’t hurt Luna so I didn’t go after her like I should have I just wanted to get my dog and leave. I know I should have told my parents but I was just scared what my dad would do to the lady ……even if she deserved it. And for the people being mad I just took Luna out… I took all 3 dogs just separate time. I felt to stressed and overwhelmed with all three and felt like Luna was uncomfortable the whole time getting pulled by razzle and my dog (she weighs no more than 8 pounds) and she would pretty much get dragged when the other dogs sped up. If anything ever new happens with this crazy lady I’ll be sure to update you guys. Thank you if you made it this far!

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skyggekongen

EM wants me to give my bike to her “precious baby”

First post here yada yada yada mobile bla bla bla English not my first language all the usual

So this happened yesterday and I was quite shocked about it, because people here in Denmark (that’s where I live if haven’t figured that out) are always really nice.

The cast:
EM : Elon Musk NC: nice kid Me: a danish boi

So I was riding home on my bike and some lady just decides to step out in front of me. Luckily I managed to swerve around her.

I stopped my bike behind her.

Me: what the [heck]? Why did you step out in front of me!?

EM : give me your bike

Me: (now with a question mark on my face) what?

EM : you heard me. Your bike now!

NC : (she looked about 13 the age as me) mom stop! let’s just go!

EM : no baby we’re getting you that bike. (Now Toto me) come on give me the bike

Me: no. And why would I give it to you?

EM: because you [darn] teenagers need to learn to respect your elders and my precious baby has done well in school.

The kid starts trying to drag her off and I pedal all I can to just get away.

EM shouted something at me and tried to run after me, but I got away.

So that’s it no epic showdown or cops called just plain entitlement.

Deevys

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Entitled to my dinner, for my kids?

So, I’m sure many of you have heard of the story of the pregnant woman who politely knocked on the door of the man making Indian curry. In the story, the woman was sweet as can be and had her cravings, and the man kindly gave her some food and she went on her merry way. Not this time.

So, I live with my boyfriend in a small flat about 30 mins away from his ex girlfriend and his two kids. Every once in a while they come over, we cook dinner, eat, watch movies, and the boys play video games. I decided this time I would make a family dish passed down through generations called goulash. (It isn’t real goulash, it’s pasta, sausage, cheese, corn, peas, more cheese, all baked up. It’s delicious) and it smells GOOD. It also takes about an hour and a half to prepare and about an hour to cook.

The boys come over, they’re all excited for goulash, and we have a nice chat about school while we finish Friday homework. After that, they run off to go play smash on my switch, and I’m adding the finishing touches. Then I hear a knock on the door and my boyfriend’s neighbor is there.

“Hello,” she says, almost condescendingly. “I heard your… husband’s? Little boys are over here.” I smiled and replied “Oh, yes! They’re here. They’re my boys too!” I cheerfully replied, because I do really treat them like that. “Yeah… ok. Well, whatever you’re cooking smells great. Do you think we could have some? I didn’t want to make dinner tonight but it looks like you’re on top of it.”

Now, my boyfriend is hyperthyroid and he eats about 3x the normal serving size. It’s not hard to work around, a normal pot of goulash can feed four people for two or three days, so we have leftovers. But with the boys here, I didn’t know if we’d have enough, especially since I send some dinner home with them tomorrow. I told her this and she huffed.

“Well, can you at least feed my boys?” She snarked, rolling her eyes. This lady had three boys aged about 4, 9, and 12. No way I could feed all of them if I wanted to send some home as I planned. “I’m sorry, I really can’t do that. The next time I make it I’ll double the batch and I’ll give you a Tupperware full.” She rolled her eyes again and said “I don’t care. You don’t really need to eat anyway. Just give me your portion. And do you REALLY need to send some home to their parents? We all know you just eat it yourself.”

At that point my boyfriend had come up and heard her speaking. He’s about a foot taller than me, and well muscled and bearded. “Uh, my missus isn’t fat. But you and your husband most definitely are.” And he closed the door in her face. She began ringing the doorbell and banging on the door, saying that because we were so rude she deserved our dinner. She even sent her kids up to ask, and they got a cup of cocoa, but nothing more.

Sorry neighbor lady, I’m not going to feed your kids if you call me fat…

Here is the goulash recipe! https://i.imgur.com/2iP0osN.jpg

Now I use Italian sausage instead of hamburger meat but it is up to you. Also, I just buy the packaged “Mexican style” shredded cheese and it tastes just fine. Cook away!

Flacker111

I finally met one at the amusement park…

So, on the rare off chance you’ve even seen any of my other posts, you’d know I work at an amusement park, and I have never had the misfortune of encountering a Karen in her natural habitat….

…UNTIL TODAY! (or, actually, it was a week or so ago…)

Now, I was working at a water rapids ride on that day, it was having problems with the return belt, and I was stationed at the ride’s entrance to redirect guests. Now I was doing my job, telling guests it was closed for technical difficulties, when she appeared, the EM of this story, “may-I-speak-to-the-manager” haircut and all, with three small kids in tow. (They won’t be mentioned since they never said anything.) As soon as she approached me, she groaned, and the conversation followed:

EM: Uuuugh, are you closed, too?

Me: Sorry, Ma’am, but we are currently closed for-

EM: cutting me off Seriously? That’s the third time today! How long?

Me: I am sorry, but we have no estimated wait time.

EM: Well, can I get a refund? I feel ripped off!

Now, this park doesn’t have one-day tickets, except complimentary tickets for employees to bring in extra people. Otherwise, you had to get a pass, which cost $80 for the cheapest one, to have access for the whole year. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t think of it at the time, but in hindsight, I think it would’ve escalated the situation.

Me: Well, if you want to talk about that, I’d suggest going to the guest relations office, whic-

EM: cutting me off again and where would that be?

Me: ……-which is all the way at the front if the park, right next to the entrance.

EM: Really? That’s too far! Do you know if there are any other rides open?

Me: Sorry Ma’am, I only know the status of my own ride. sees a roller coaster that I knew the kids would probably be big enough for run in the distance Ooh, that ride’s open! Why don’t you ride that?

EM: (probably knowing which ride I was referring to) No, my kids are too scared of that ride. Any others?

Me: I don’t know what I can say, Ma’am. Try name of a gentler minecart themed roller coaster not too far from my location?

EM: Okay, I’ll try that, but if that’s closed, too, I’m going to guest relations! leaves

So, yeah, that was my one and only encounter with an EM. Sorry if it was anticlimactic, but with how off the rails most of these stories go, it’s refreshing, to me.

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Have you ever woke up in the middle of a dream and the dream was so interesting that you wanted to go back to sleep to see the end of it? If so, what was the dream?

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NotPoodiepie

A long time ago, I had a dream that there were ghosts living in my family’s garage. Nowhere else, just the garage. I somehow became friends with one, but she was unable to speak to me, leave the property that the house was on, and wasn’t able to show any facial expressions that wouldn’t be considered terrifying. Me and my ghost friend were playing on the house porch and two guys were trying to break into the house. She tried to stop them by scaring the living heck out of them by making a terrifying face and screaming the most blood curdling scream ever right in their faces. I wasn’t able to see the face she made, but I somehow knew it was there, and all I could hear was the scream. The people trying to rob the house ran off, but instead of celebrating, I curled up and started crying because of how terrifying the scream was.

I absolutely loved that ghost, and I forgot that her whole purpose was to scare people, but she did it to protect me and the house. I still cried though, and she tried to cheer me up the best way she could. Then I woke up. I knew that was a dream, but I didn’t want to leave my ghost friend alone knowing the last time she saw me was when she scared me to tears by accident. I tried to go back to sleep, and I did, and I somehow successfully reentered the dream, only it was several years in the future. The garage still had a couple of ghosts in it, but not nearly as much, and the rest seemed to be oblivious to humans. I was going into the attic and found some pictures in there of me around the age I was friends with the ghost, and on a picture I saw a very faint image of her face standing next me. I went down the attic and woke up.

I didn’t get to tell the ghost that I forgive her or anything, and I still feel some sort of emotional attachment to her. It was probably the best nightmare I’ve ever had, and one of the dreams I’ve wanted to go back to the most, just so I can tell her that there are no hard feelings.

Edit: Thanks for comments everyone. I was just procrastinating and scrolling through Reddit and saw this post and thought, “oh ya, that happened to me once”. I was seriously not thinking much of it and wasn’t expecting this many people to be interested in it. This has made my day how many people have interest in this. Thanks.

Another edit for good reasons: For y’all out there, this is about my dream where ghosts exist and one of them I became friends with. I appreciate the support in the comments, but please stop wishing/hoping that we meet in real life. A ghost is a ghost. I would feel physically ill if I saw a ghost, wholesome or not. Thank you for your time.

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Joider

My situation was a bit different. I was once having a pretty vivid nightmare about a zombie apocalypse. In the dream, I was running from a horde and I ducked into a random house. Time then passed, in the dream, and I put my head down to rest while I listened to growls coming from outside. At that exact second I woke up. I was relieved that it was just a dream because it seemed so real. However, about 10 minutes later I fell back to sleep and the dream actually resumed. I remember think “oh my God this isn’t a dream” within the dream. The rest was even more vivid and terrifying because I was convinced it was real.

That was a pretty tough night but it was interesting how my dream managed to resume itself, and it did it in such a way that I was convinced the incident was actually happening. My small 10-minute wake-up period seemed like the dream.

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NotJoshRomney

I had a dream a few years back that I was at this party and met a girl. We hit it off, really connected on a lot of things…but then it hit me: I was dreaming.

I told her that I was bummed because I just realized it was a dream. She didn’t believe me, so I asked her what her last name was. She just stared at me blankly. I told her she didn’t know cuz my brain hadn’t given her a last name, but that we should just enjoy the time we have together.

Then I woke up and fell back to sleep.

I was at another house party. I remember walking around sort of aimlessly until I saw her. She remembered me and we spent the rest of the dream hanging out and holding hands and whatnot.

Afterwards, it kinda effed me up for a few days.

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migisi123

When I was a child, I had this reoccurring vivid dream of my mom buying a new can opener. It legit felt like just a normal day, my dad was making fun of how it looked, my older brother was teasing her for needing an electric can opener now, my mom insisted it was all the rage, and I laughed. It was all fun. Then when she used it the entire thing started to release a thick smoke that covered every surface as it flowed out. The smoke filled the entire room, and as it touched people they turned to stone. My brain even created the sounds of my dad and brother being turned to stone as I ran away. I was able to make it under the corner computer desk and watch the fog creep up around me. My mom falls to the ground reaching for me, and I watch her eyes as she turns to stone. Being about 8 years old at the time this was absolutely horrifying. As I sat there sobbing, the clique grey alien with the big head and big eyes slowly puts his fingers around the desk and leans over the edge to look at me.

Every. Single. Time. This is where I woke up. Those cold dark eyes. For a week. Being an introvert child, with an insomniac dad who had sleep apnea, running to my parents room was not an option cause in my head I’d be in trouble if I woke him up. So I’d just sit in my room and cry to myself as I tried to process watching all my family die in front of me.

After several days without sleep, I just got pissed off? I put myself to bed that night. Sat there in the dark for a good 10 minutes. Told myself over and over, “they aren’t getting you this time” “aliens aren’t real” “you’re going to stop them”. When I finally fall asleep, everything happens the same, and as I’m sitting under the desk crying, I gained some lucidity “Aliens aren’t real”. The fingers start to wrap around the desk, and out jumps my older brother for a “gotcha!” Moment. I scream, we fight, and the day goes on. Never had the dream since. Also leveled up my sleep skill and can have lucid dreams now.

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dcphoto78

I used to have lucid dreams in my early to mid-20s. As soon as I’d realize I was asleep, I’d start flying or just rising to the ceiling because it was a cool way to test it. Then my immediate thought would be “WHO SHOULD I PRETEND SLEEP WITH?” and the excitement over that possibility woke me up every damn time.

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wo0zyy

Not one single dream but often I’ll dream that I’ve met a girl that I’m madly in love with and when I wake up I feel like I’ve lost a soulmate – really strange and sort of depressing.

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Dan-D-Lyons

My ex and I got back together and she told me she’s pregnant. I felt happy and fulfilled like never before. After I woke up the entire day was so ruined i didn’t even know how to deal with it. Just wanted to dream for the rest of my life.

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equalskills

This one is a bit long and I tried to keep it as short as I could but still get my point across.

I once had a dream where I was running through this empty wearhouse trying to get to the end to reach some sort of goal. I never understood what I was trying to reach or even what the goal was but all I knew was I had to reach the end.

I ended up slipping and falling to my death down some stairs.

When I woke up I was such in a panic that I wouldn’t be able to reach my goal unless I fell back asleep right away.

I did but this time I took the elevator. Still ended up dying, but I fell back asleep right away.

A few tries later I was trying to jump out of the elevator before it dropped and I ended up getting cut in half.

However, this time I fell back asleep, I was in the hallway I was trying to reach from the elevator.

Unfortunately, I was stopped by a person (I call this person my dream script supervisor) who wouldn’t let me past and kept asking me strange questions on how I managed to survive everything that was killing me. I would just tell them I was fine and just to let me finish this so I can get to the goal.

Then finally, after a while of this back and forth, I was asked about my legs, and how could I be standing if the elevator cut them off. Again, I was like, nope, I’m fine, just let me pass. They put their hands on me and told me I had to look down before I could pass.

So I did and I just see the floor — no legs, but I angrily tell them I’m fine, and I have my legs, and I want to pass, so I can reach my goal. I try to push past the person, and when I go to take a step, they just whisper ‘where are your legs?’ and perspective of my dream pulled out to show me just as a floating torso trying to push past this person and I instantly wake up.

I tried for hours to try and put myself back into that dream so I could reach my goal but I wasn’t.

It still annoys me to this day that my goal was never defined, why was I able to get back into that dream so many other time but not the last, and who was that person trying to stop me.

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Worlds_Best_Coffee

I had a dream with opening credits once.

It was a movie of the TV series “Home Improvement”, with Tim Allen – but the movie took the series in a radical new direction. The “Home Improvement” actors were there and all were playing the correct characters, but very early in the film things go in a wild new direction.

All of their home town is invaded by an inter-dimensional warlord, who using deep, dark magic, is taking the region and its resources back to his home dimension. Tim, Al, and Wilson are working to overthrow this army before they can complete a ritual to end up permanently in another world.

They kill a few invading soldiers as they break onto the “Tool Time” set and Tim uses more power and disposes of them. He and Al take their armor as disguises and weapons, as they are leaving the set, arguing over weather to go and get help or go to Tim’s home to check on his family – Wilson pulls up in an RV with the Taylor family in there.

It was all shot with theatrical lighting and camera angles, none of it looked like a sitcom.

I remember being completely riveted by the story I was watching, and in the closing moments of the third act – Dad woke me up to take the trash down to the curb. So very-very disappointed.

I had a dream a few years back that I was at this party and met a girl. We hit it off, really connected on a lot of things…but then it hit me: I was dreaming. I told her that I was bummed because I just realized it was a dream. She didn’t believe me, so I asked her what her last name was. She just stared at me blankly.

I told her she didn’t know cuz my brain hadn’t given her a last name, but that we should just enjoy the time we have together.

Then I woke up and fell back to sleep. I was at another house party. I remember walking around sort of aimlessly until I saw her.

She remembered me and we spent the rest of the dream hanging out and holding hands and whatnot. …Afterwards, it kinda effed me up for a few days.

A long time ago, I had a dream that there were ghosts living in my family’s garage. Nowhere else, just the garage. I somehow became friends with one, but she was unable to speak to me, leave the property that the house was on, and wasn’t able to show any facial expressions that wouldn’t be considered terrifying. Me and my ghost friend were playing on the house porch and two guys were trying to break into the house. She tried to stop them by scaring the living heck out of them by making a terrifying face and screaming the most blood curdling scream ever right in their faces. I wasn’t able to see the face she made, but I somehow knew it was there, and all I could hear was the scream. The people trying to rob the house ran off, but instead of celebrating, I curled up and started crying because of how terrifying the scream was.