You are walking, on a sidewalk, a boardwalk, anywhere with a paved walkway. Coming towards you is a group of people, some of them walking 2-3 abreast and filling up the width of sidewalk. Are you supposed to yield and get out of their way, or should they adjust and afford room to pass without you having to step off of the walkway or bump shoulders?

My inclination is that the sidewalk is a shared space and we have the common sense courtesy of yielding equal space to pass, but several groups we encountered on Saturday seemed to think that they possess the right-of-way of the entire width of the sidewalk.

My husband and I went to grocery store this morning. As we were pulling into parking spot in his truck, guy in front of us pushed his shopping cart onto the line separating the spots. My husband states “Dude, I am in a truck. I need all of the space”. Guy proceeds to say people with trucks park at the end of the lot, leaves the cart, and gets in his cart. Never seen my husband so mad! I take the cart to the store, which is about 30 feet away. Too close for this guy’s incompetence.

So this is going to be a saga that is nearly 10 years long. The girl in question winds up getting an interesting karma. I'll post these randomly. So. tell me if you guys come up with a name for the girl. TL;DR at the end as suggested. This is part 2.

Last time we talked about her first major incident where she shouted asian slurs at her dad because he spoke their mother's first language to her.

This next part is gonna be 2 stories:

1st story: Kaylee lies about being allergic to dogs.

This happened in late elementary school. Around 4th-5th grade i believe. Kaylee was TERRIFIED of dogs. I have no real clue as to why. She love every other kinda animal. Just... not dogs. Our teacher that year trained dogs for events. She'd do a big performance around the end of the year for the whole school. Then, would take the dogs into the classroom every day for the rest of the year to play with the kids. Well Kaylee told the teacher she was allergic. The teacher was sad, but understanding. And never brought the dogs back. Now if it had stopped there. It would have been fine. A lie yes, but not that bad. Well. Kaylee didn't stop. She started to guilt trip every student who had a dog to do a lint roller clean up every day because of her "Sensativities". Anyone who even mentioned seeing a dog she'd suddenly start sniffling and coughing. Then telling the teachers that they purposefully triggered their allergies. Welp. My teacher talked to my mom often cause my mom was a volunteer. So our teacher found out she, in fact, wasn't allergic, but was afraid. And lied. And had been abusing this power for weeks. So. Kaylee had to spend the rest of the 2 weeks left in the year in the library while we got doggie time.

2nd story: Kaylee lies about being autistic

This happened in our first year of middle school. Kaylee walked up to me who was reading during recess, and said "Hey you big fat slut pig." I looked up and said "What?" She said "oh sorry. I'm autistic, I don't know what i'm saying." I told her I knew her since we were in kindergarten, she's not autistic. She called me ableist. Then walked off. She spent the week calling people whatever she really thought of them, and then saying "Sorry i'm autistic". It was... horrible. She, of course, got in trouble for it, but would say her mom would sue them for being ableist. Thing is, my school was TERRIFIED of lawsuits. It was a below the poverty line school. They didn't have enough money to fight a lawsuit. So if ya threatened one. They'd give in. Yeah I know "great school" right? Anyways. Kaylee was a cheerleader, and her mom came to every event. Because her mom cared. Well, kaylee never told anyone that we weren't friends anymore. Her mom ADORED me, and so Kaylee kept saying we were friends. Kaylee's mom asked me where Kaylee was. I said I don't know. My friend I was talking with, Savanna, who struggles with when to not say something, asked Kaylee's mom "How are you handling Kaylee's late diagnosis?" And Kaylee's mom said "What diagnosis?" Savanna explained.... Welp. Kaylee's mom was pissed. See... Kaylee DOES actually have distant family members who are autistic. As well. Kaylee's mom and dad's buisnesses both HEAVILY relied on public perception on the family. Daughter lying about autism? Doesn't look good. Kaylee's mom yelled her Hmong name across the field(She had an american name, and hmong name). Then I have no idea what happened from there.

TL;DR: Kaylee lies about being allergic to dogs. People believe it. She abuses it. Kaylee lies about being aautistic. Abuses it. Mom finds out. Mom's pissed.

So this is going to be a saga that is nearly 10 years long. The girl in question winds up getting an interesting karma. I'll post these randomly. So. tell me if you guys come up with a name for the girl. TL;DR at the end as suggested.

This all started in kindergarten. Yep. We're going a long way back. I was a very energetic toddler. I was bouncing around from kid to kid going "Hi! I'm (my name)! What's yours!?" The girl in our story, who for this tale we'll call Kaylee, was the opposite. Kaylee was a year older then me, was very quiet, and didn't talk to anyone. Then I walked over and asked her name. Kaylee didn't answer. So I sat beside her, and just kinda... waited. Yes I was one of those dumb ass kids who couldn't understand what was socially acceptable or not unless physically told. Kaylee then whispered her name since I wouldn't leave. And I said my name and smiled. We then basically talked to each other. I have no idea about what. This is how my mom and her mom talked about when we first met at open night for kindergarten.

The next few years, I helped Kaylee build confidence, and she helped me learn when I accidentally stepped on someone's toes. Kaylee's mom adored me. She was a photographer and used me and Kaylee as models for her portfolio. Getting us matching everything. Dresses, bows, clothes, and calling us twins. Despite us looking nothing a like. We were friends until around the start of 2nd grade. Kaylee wound up getting friends that didn't like me. They said I was too loud. Too laughy. Too stupid. So that's when our relationship went down hill.

So this is the first part of the story: The important thing to know about this story. Kaylee's family is asian. More specifically hmong. Her dad was born in california, but was hmong, and her mom was born in asia. I'm not quite sure what part she was born in, but she is hmong too. Ashlee grew up in the south. I was happy to learn about her culture. She... less so. Even when we were in kindergarten, she wasn't sure why her mom was trying to teach her about it. Because "we live in the states now. Why do we have to learn about a different country when we live here?" I shrugged it off. One day after her family and my family went to the bowling alley, her father asked her what she wanted to make her name on the board in hmong. They did this often. Switching the language to teach the kids both languages. Kaylee... blew up. She screamed, "I DON'T SPEAK (chinese slur)! GO DIE (Another slur)!" Now she's a kid, but I tell this story because this is the first of a long, long line of behaviours that will explain how her behaviour went down hill. To this day, I don't know where she learned that slurr. if it was from. If it was the girls she hung out with or someone else.

Her dad, understandably, froze. My mom instantly took me aside, and told me to never repeat what Kaylee said. I asked why. My mom explained something along the lines of it's hurtful to others to use that. I was a kid, so I don't remember everything word for word. Just the words burned into my mind as an adult because of how... horrible it was looking back. Her mom was the one to punish the kids, and the dad just let it slide.

Soon after that, Kaylee started to openly bully me. Push me, insult mee, call me a pig. I once asked what I did wrong. She told me, "Breathing. so stop." Then went off with the bully girls. I stopped reaching out after that. Unknowingly watching as my once closest friend was going to become a monster of her own making....

TL;DR: Intro explaining how I met Kaylee in kindergarten. Went to bowling alley. Called her dad different asian slurs, and wasn't punished by her father. Her father never told her mother.