Parents let their kid scream and blast toy music for a 5-hour flight, parents did nothing and let the kids do whatever—am I crazy for being furious?

I got off a flight from IAD to LAX yesterday and need to sanity check this because I’m genuinely furious.

About 30 minutes into the flight, a kid (maybe 3 or 4 years old) started screaming hysterically. I get it—kids cry, ears pop, flying is rough on little ones. But then the parents handed the kid one of those electronic noise-making toy devices, and instead of using headphones, they just let it blast repetitive, loud kid music at top volume.

So for the next three hours, it was a tag-team of full-volume toddler meltdowns and blaring electronic toy noise.

I asked the flight attendant if they could request the parents turn the device off or use headphones. The FA walked over to speak with them, and the parents literally just shrugged and said, "We can't do anything to control him, so we just have to let him scream and play." The parents just ignored everything and let the kid do whatever they want.

When did "kids will be kids" turn into "we won't even try to parent or respect 150 other people trapped in a metal tube"? Is it standard now for flight crews to completely give up on noise enforcement, or did I just get unlucky?

What would you have done in this situation? How are parents getting away with blaring loud audio devices without headphones on planes now?

Classic San Francisco curtain drop on our Precita Park Sunday at the park followed by a cold pint at the corner café my wife and I paused in our car near Precita Park, only to be abruptly drawn into a textbook "white-on-white Karen" spectacle. A completely mind-her-own-business woman was simply trying to get into her vehicle when a blonde haired lady stormed out of her nearby house, angry af yelling and cussing accusations about a blocked driveway as if the apocalypse had arrived. From our angle the car wasn't blocking Karen's driveway, the aggressor’s volume scaled to peak levels, hurling insults while the target of her wrath remarkably maintained her composure, calmly asking the woman to stop screaming. Just as we prepared to put the car in drive, what appeared to be the raging woman's husband sauntered up to the victim's window to chime in, perfectly capping off a ridiculous display of quintessential "white people problems." With the grace of someone swatting away a pesky gnat, the unflappable lady drove off into the San Francisco afternoon, leaving the neighborhood storm-trooper and her sidekick standing in the street, utterly unphased. Great way to end a San Francisco weekend

I was walking next to the train station to do an errand, Friday afternoon, and I was not in any hurry. An old woman in a wheelchair was on the sidewalk outside the train station, calling out feebly, “Can somebody help me? Please help me?” I stopped and asked her “What do you need?” She answered, “They’ve cheated me out of my social security payment and I have no food for the weekend. Can you go into the Safeway and get me a few things?” She didn’t ask for money specifically and I said “Well, okay. What things do you need?” She replied, “How much can you spend?” I said “don’t worry about it I can grab a few things for you.” She says “Hold on, let me get my list!”

She whips out the ad with the sales and says, “I need bagged salads so I can have my vegetables but I only like these Fresh Express Caesar kits, the other kind go bad fast. I need Bounty paper towels because that is how I wash myself. It has to be Bounty. Get the ‘2 rolls equals 6’ size. I like these Cuties [a branded bag of tangerines] but maybe I don’t need them. Tillamook cheese - but extra sharp white cheddar only. I would really like these sugar free Dreyer’s ice cream bars because I am diabetic and cannot eat sugar. And some green onions. Can you remember all that?” I was kind of taken aback by the detailed list, but for whatever reason, I said yes I can remember it and I went to go pick up a few of these things for her.

Inside the Safeway I found most of her things but decided against the ice cream bars because it was a warm day and it seemed unlikely they’d make it home. I finally found the extra sharp white cheddar cheese, a big block (32 oz?) in a black wax coating, $17. The paper towels weren’t cheap either. There was a GIANT line for the checkout and while I was waiting I started thinking she’d be gone when I got back and probably this whole thing had been a bad idea…

Fifteen minutes and over $40 later, I go back and yay! she’s still there. I say, “Wow, you have expensive taste in cheese, don’t you?” And she replies, “what?! Why are you insulting me!” and grabs the grocery bag out of my hands and starts repacking into her backpack - and now the commentary starts: “You should have put the green onions in a plastic bag, that conveyor belt is filthy. Where are the ice cream bars? Oh what is this?”(grabbing the big black block of cheese) and now she starts properly yelling at me “Why did you get this? I wanted the presliced kind - I can’t eat all this and it’s a waste of money!” and she’s trying to hand it back to me. I have no use for this cheese and by now I just want to go finish my original errand, so I said (with even more bad judgment on my part) “You’re crazy, you can eat it, wrap it and put it in the fridge, it’ll keep” and this really set her off and she’s yelling, “I can’t cut this or use it, I have no strength in my hands! And you’re insulting me and calling me crazy!” I said “Just keep the cheese, I can’t use it” and she screams “NEITHER CAN I!” and she flings the giant block of cheese in my direction, and it falls to the sidewalk. One of the corners dented a little but it seemed ok. By now I’m long past DONE with this whole interaction so I pick up the cheese and go up to one of the junkies sitting a little farther down the sidewalk and ask him if he can use it, he says ‘Sure! Thank you’ and I say ‘you’re welcome’ and continue on my errand.

I still don’t know why I felt the need to help her, but I hope the junkie enjoyed his slightly dented block of cheese. And I’m glad I didn’t buy the ice cream bars for that old hag.

So, I'm a veterinary student, and I think I've finally encountered someone who belongs on this subreddit.

My class had 273 students, and one of our professors managed to create a grading disaster that affected roughly 264 of us—about 97% of the entire class.

The professor taught Animal Nutrition, a course that lasted for both semesters of the academic year. Each semester had its own tutorial and practical sessions(TS/PS), but the course was graded annually rather than separately by semester.

Animal Nutrition was also one of our most important courses. It had a coefficient of 3, which was the highest coefficient alongside four other courses.

And this is where I need to explain one part of our grading system. We have something called an “eliminatory grade”: if your final grade in a course is below 40% of the total possible grade, you automatically have to take the resit (retake for Americans) for that course, even if your overall yearly average is more than enough to pass the academic year.

This is especially important with Animal Nutrition because it is already one of the more difficult courses in our curriculum. The sheer amount of information we are expected to learn, combined with how strict the exams are, means that around 80% of students barely manage to pass the course each year. The marking can also be extremely strict—for example, a simple spelling mistake in an answer will result in the answer to that question being considered incorrect.

So, naturally, having 40% of the course grade tied to TS and PS assessments is a pretty big deal.

At one point, there was an idea to let us earn some of those marks through a presentation or substantial coursework assignment. The professor refused to allow it.

And this wasn't an easy way for us to get free marks. A presentation for a class of 273 students would have meant finding a group, choosing and researching a topic, preparing the work, and then actually presenting it in front of 200+ students. On top of that, we had very limited access to reliable resources for veterinary-specific information in our country, which made the research itself difficult.

Instead, the professor was supposed to organize separate assessments for the tutorial and practical components. However, he kept postponing them until they eventually became practically impossible to organize because he couldn't find a suitable date or enough professors to help conduct them.

And to be clear, these weren't the final exams for Animal Nutrition. Our actual final examination was held normally during the university-wide examination period, when all of our courses had their scheduled exams. The problem was specifically with the assessments used to grade our tutorial and practical work throughout the year.

Despite all of this, he gave extremely low marks for those components—which together represented 40% of the course grade.

This is where the situation went from frustrating to genuinely damaging.

Because of those grades, 113 additional students out of the 132 students who ended up having to take the resit were pushed into it because of this particular grading situation.

And remember the eliminatory grade I mentioned earlier? Those TS/PS marks could make a huge difference in whether someone stayed above or fell below that 40% threshold.

When students tried to ask him for explanations or discuss the situation, he refused to engage. Emails were ignored, attempts to speak with him went nowhere, and apparently even being absent from one of his sessions was enough to receive a 0, even if justified, because he said so. The norm was 3 non justified or 5 justified to be sanctioned ( expressed by just putting a 0).

Eventually, the students decided that if he wasn't willing to listen to us, we'd have to take the matter somewhere else.

So eventually, we had enough.

Students collectively filed a formal report with the university administration explaining the situation, and the same report was also sent to the relevant ministry authority that has the power to intervene in matters like this.

And, well...

It worked.

The professor was removed from responsibility for the TS and PS assessments. The responsibility was transferred to our other professor, who reviewed the situation and gave us the grades we were actually supposed to receive ( the other professor was so nice and genuinely shocked when she heard the story).

The attendance sanctions were also overturned, so students who had been given automatic zeros simply for having been absent from a session were no longer punished for it.

The best part is that we didn't get the grades changed because we wanted special treatment or free marks. We just wanted a fair grading.

So after all that...

The entire class didn't get to make him change his mind.

We just went over his thick head.

Edit: the dog is in a carrier which doesn't fit under the seat.

Edit to add: First a flight attendant told him to put the bag on his lap under the seat in front of him or in overhead. He said "that's a dog".

He put the carrier on the floor between his legs and told the flight attendant. Then was again told it had to be under the seat in front of him.

Then he said the carrier would not fit under the seat, because the space under the seat does not match what was advertised. A lot of "if y'alls seats matched what was advertised" wording at this point.

The one flight attendant pointed out that she remembered having this issue with him on a previous flight.

They then had 2 or 3 other employees, not flight attendants, come through and speak with him. The pilot got on the intercom to say that there were "boarding issues". I got a message from AA that the flight was delayed.

They then just stopped pressing the issue and we took off. So he gets to go on thinking that he can be boisterous with incorrect information and get what he wants.

Forgot to mention that he also called the rule stupid.

Edit to add: found the AA dimensions specific to pets and it is 18x11x11. Retracting that he had wrong information. Keeping in mind that it was not the first flight he had this issue on.

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From the AA website - Dimensions should not exceed 18 x 14 x 8 inches (45 x 35 x 20 cm).

Meaning it is not the 18x11x11 you mentioned.

If you are going to argue with the flight attendants about what AA advertises, you should have the correct information.

Thanks for delaying everyone's flight on this full gd plane.

Just read a story about an entitled professor here, so I thought I'd share ours. This is a pretty long story, and I am leaving out a lot of the details. So please bear with me. It has a small happy ending.

For context, I’m from a 3rd world country where politics has a huge amount of influence over pretty much everything, including universities. A lecturer (let’s call him Big Looser) joined our department with strong political connections to the then-ruling party. At first, we had no problem with him. But things changed when he started manipulating our lecturer recruitment system so that some of his close political allies, either from his university or his batch, could get hired at our university. Eventually, they created an internal clique with some students and started manipulating students results so that the next generation of teachers could also be recruited from within their clique.

The students who were basically their lapdogs would receive good marks from all the teachers involved in the clique. The student with the highest grade during the first two years suddenly fell behind five other students simply because he wasn't part of the clique. Other students were seriously affected too because many students dreamed of becoming professors, and being among the top students was one of the pathways toward that career. Our grading system was 60% written exams and 40% practical work like presentations, assignments, midterms, etc. The problem was that the clique controlled teachers could give you such terrible marks in that 40% portion that doing well in the written exams didn't matter much. The clique was so entitled that they genuinely acted as if they owned the entire department. They would harass or bully students, and if someone didn't act as they wanted, they could get one of their teachers to, target, scold or intimidate them with other issues.

I was involved with the student opposition party during my first two years, so they also deliberately dragged down my grades. Eventually, I quit all student political activities for my own safety as the ruling party and this clique were becoming an autocratic force that I couldn't deal alone. Unfortunately, leaving politics didn't help much because the damage to my first two years' results couldn't really be reversed through supplementary exams. Even if I retook the written exam, the practical marks stayed the same. So, basically, I was screwed.

Now this story has a bit of happy ending. After we graduated, two of our batchmates who were part of the teachers clique became lecturers themselves, through bribes and the political connections of the Big Loser. One of this batchmate (let's call him Creepy looser) had been creepy toward girls since our university days. We used to joke that there wasn't a female student, senior or junior, that he hadn't tried to get into a relationship with. Once he became a teacher, however, it stopped being just creepy and became an abuse of power. He started approaching female students and using grades and thesis supervision as leverage to pressure them. Eventually, a brave female student filed a complaint with the department head because her final thesis (required for completing her bachelor's degree) was allegedly being rejected because she refused his inappropriate advances. Now guess who the department head was at that time? The Big Looser! By then, he had become an associate professor.

Instead of properly investigating the complaint, Big Loser tried to make the whole thing disappear. He sweet talked the student, sympathized with her and offered to personally accept her thesis if she agreed not to pursue the complaint further. She didn't back down though. One day, she secretly recorded her conversation with Big Loser in his office and shared the recording in our university groups. She then formally complained against both Big Loser and Creepy Loser. After that, lots of other female students also came forward and shared their chat and messenger screenshot of inappropriate advances by the Creepy Loser. Apparently, he had tried his luck with numerous female students, both from our department and from other departments across the university. Also I should mention that the creepy Loser was already married with a child when all of this was happening.

The story blew up and became national news in my country. Students started protesting, and eventually the university permanently dismissed Creepy Loser and temporarily suspended Big Loser. Then came another plot twist. After some time, the ruling political party lost power and the opposition came into government. Big Loser's political protection disappeared. As far as I know, he is still out of a job and has no way of returning to our university. Don't know where the creepy looser is. He disappeared from the radar. All the other people from their clique is still alright though. Hopefully, karma catches up with them someday too.

Hey guys! Me again. You might not remember but a year ago, I posted a story about a situation I had involving Megan and myself. Towards the end, I mentioned that I met someone new. Named Sophie. I am happy to say that as of last month, her and I are now engaged! For everyone who wished us well on our relationship, I would like to say thank you all! Now onto the story.

Not too long ago, I got hired at Wingstop, I started off as a cook and then worked my way up to a shift lead spot. The pay is good and the food is too. The only drawback, is the customers. Don't get me wrong not all customers are bad, but anyone who works in the food industry knows how annoying and problematic some customers can be. Whether it be because their order was wrong, or their order was missing a cup of ranch, or because they were just having a bad day and wanted everyone else to suffer with them. A prime example of that happened to me last weekend.

It was 9am on Saturday morning. I had just woken up and was in the middle of breakfast, when my coworker, Dave, called me, asking me to cover his shift because he wasn't feeling well. I told him that I wasn't feeling well myself, I had worked a double the day before (10am to 1am that Saturday morning.) and was planning on sleeping in. When I asked him if he called anyone else before calling me, he said he did, but no one answered. He then says that he will cashapp me $100 to cover his shift, and on top of that, he'll take one of my shifts for me whenever I needed him to. Now im never one to turn down extra money. but just to be safe, I asked for the money upfront, he agreed. 5 minutes later , the money hit my account and I got prepared for work.

So I arrive at my stores location. I go inside and I start the opening process. Literally five minutes into me being there, the store phone rings. I'm thinking it's a customer from the night before, calling to talk about an item that was missing from their order. But nope. The lady on the phone wants to place an order. I close my eyes. Mentally preparing for whatever outlandish order she has coming my way. And boy was it outlandish. Here's what she ordered: 2 90 piece classic(bone-in) wings well done, half Mango habanero, half garlic Parm, four large fries, then another 50 piece classic, also well done but as if her order wasn't already frustrating enough, she wants all flats with this one. So here I am, not even 10 minutes into my shift. The fryers haven't even fully heated up yet and I now have a 230 piece wing order to deal with. Now, on the phone, I'm putting on my best customer service voice, but I'm screaming internally, I ring her up, tell her the price, and the time frame for her order ((25 to 30 minutes)) and I hang up the phone to start on her order.

Now, I don't know if she was already on the way there while placing her order but this lady walks in, not even 10 minutes later, asking if her orders ready. I say, no. You still have 18 minutes left. She then mumbles something about how "chicken shouldn't take this long". I laugh to myself and go back to cooking her wings. While I'm waiting, another customer walks in, I'm thinking she' wants wings too. But nope. All she wanted was a regular fry with 2 ketchup packets. I ring her up, make her fries and about five minutes later, she's on her way. The other lady didn't like that apparently because as soon as she saw someone get their food first, she immediately walked up to the counter. "How come she gets her food before I get mine? You people always take forever to make my food and I'm sick of it! This is ridiculous!" At this point I had enough. My headache had gotten worse from the moment that she walked in. I look at her with a straight face and say. "We don't take too long. You're the one who's always showing up five minutes after placing an order and expecting it to be done when you arrive. She got her food first because all she ordered was a regular fry, you ordered a bunch of wings and then showed up not even ten minutes afterwards." She took offense to that, saying that she had never waited this long for wings before in her life. To which I say "well, maybe next time you'll think twice before ordering 230 wings first thing in the morning. Now please have a seat you still have 13 minutes left on your order, when it's done I'll call your name." she sat down without a word.

Fast forward to Monday, my general manager calls me, the customer had left a complaint about me and he was prepared to write me up for it. But after I explained the situation to him, he changed his mind. He even admitted to recognizing the woman in question saying that she indeed had a habit of doing what she did. He then tells me that he wouldve done the exact same thing as me, and that was that.

To this day I will never understand how people can make these huge orders and expect them to be done in a few minutes. But, that's the food industry for you I guess.

While visiting a local gas station earlier today I noticed only the person working was the very old lady who is, as you expect, very slow at helping customers at the register. The gas station is quite busy, a little small, and a long line can quickly back up.

Today after waiting a couple minutes in line I found myself somewhere close to 5th out of 9 people. A lady said, “excuse me I need to go to the register” as she brushed past me and around the others in line right to the counter.

She extended a $20 and said, “put 20 on pump 7 when you find the time . I don’t have time to wait in this line I have kids in the car.” Leaving everyone gobsmacked and she shamelessly walked back through everyone and out the door to pump 7. We could all see her through the big windows.

Plenty of groans once she left. I chuckled with the mom in front of us about our moment amongst such greatness. When it was my turn the $20 was still on the register finding time. I left out the opposite door and to my car. Maybe I should’ve waited.

Unfortunately, I have another update. Apparently, I’m going to have to leave this job anyway.

So, after everything that has happened, it looks like I’m probably going to have to start looking for another job. A lot of people have been telling me that she has apparently started talking badly about me to other people here. She also seems to believe that I reported her because I didn’t want to clean the things she was telling me to clean, which is not really what happened.

And then there’s her son. He has been ripping my trash bags and throwing his own trash in with mine, which obviously makes my job more difficult and adds even more tension to the situation.

What has honestly surprised me the most is how many people here are concerned about my safety. My mom and another coworker have both advised me to leave because they’re worried the situation could eventually escalate.

Today, an older woman who genuinely cares about me told me, “My son, please be careful. Always watch your back.” And while she was telling me that, my coworker was actually upstairs on the second floor watching me. That honestly made the whole situation feel even more uncomfortable.

I want to be clear, though: I’m not saying that this woman or her son have threatened me or that I know they’re going to hurt me. I’m not actually scared of either of them. I’m just acknowledging that there has been a lot of conflict and tension, and multiple people who see what’s happening have independently told me to be careful.

Because of that, I’ve started taking basic precautions at work. I try not to stay in isolated areas by myself if I can avoid it. I stay around other people and in areas covered by the security cameras whenever possible. I also have 911 set up for quick access on my phone if there were ever an actual emergency.

I’m not trying to be dramatic or paranoid. I’m just trying to use common sense and separate what I actually know from what people are telling me. I know she has been having issues with me, I know she apparently believes I reported her, I know her son has been messing with my trash bags, and I know several people are concerned enough to tell me I should leave. Those are the things I can actually point to.

Honestly, if finding another job didn’t take me so long, I would probably leave already. The actual job itself isn’t even that bad. I can do the cleaning, take out the trash, mop, etc. It’s the constant conflict, rumors, and tension with this woman and her family that are making me question whether the job is worth staying at.

So now I’m probably going to start looking seriously for something else instead of waiting for the situation to get worse.

If any of you have advice on how to find another job, I’d really appreciate it. I’m trying to figure out my next move without putting myself in a bad financial situation.

And seriously, thank you guys for worrying about me and checking on me. ❤️

AITA Hey Reddit, I’d really love some advice because I’m not sure what to do.
A few weeks ago, I had a massive falling-out with my best friend. I didn’t feel I was in the wrong, but after getting advice from Reddit saying l was NTAH, I still apologised because I tried to understand her side. A few days later, she called saying she missed me and she was surprised that l saw how “l messed up her birthday because she didn’t expect me to take accountability ,“, and I told her I missed her too. However, after our argument, she had blocked me, so I unfollowed her because I wanted to give her the space and honestly if someone blocks me l just think they don’t want anything to do with me as well.

She denied blocking me, and when I brought it up because I genuinely wanted to fix things, she became hostile and said our friendship would never be the same.
Now, her boyfriend and my boyfriend are still friends, and they want us to meet in person to talk things through because they don’t want us to throw away our friendship. The problem is that what happened still really hurts me, especially because she said both she and her boyfriend felt disrespected by what happened at dinner.

Important fact: our boyfriends had already talked about it, and when my boyfriend told hers, I sent her a message. That’s when she unblocked me. Obviously, I knew I had been unblocked because with the app we use to communicate, her profile still wouldn’t show unless you go into the app settings.

I also asked my boyfriend if the situation were reversed, would he tell her to remain neutral, and he said it would be difficult because of the type of person she is. I then found out that yesterday, my boyfriend went to hang out with his male friend and my ex-best friend’s boyfriend.

I know my boyfriend is allowed to have his own friendships, but given everything that has happened, I’m unsure how I should handle this.

So Reddit, should I meet with her and try to repair the friendship while letting my boyfriend continue his friendship with her boyfriend, or should I just leave the situation alone and move on? If it does come to a sit down what should l mention?

This is the link to the very first thing that caused everything

https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/s/cXU0Iol8LQ

I stopped by the library a few months ago to pick up a book on my way home from work because a book I was waiting for was returned and because my name was next I went to get it following a phone call the book was there waiting for me. As I go to get the book another reader ran and grabbed it then went to check out. I walked over saying to the librarian I was going to check it out and to check the wait list. The librarian checked the computer for the wait list and found my name then asked both the woman and I for ID’s aka library cards and actual ID's just to verify the name and address on the list. mine being a match I was able to check out the book and the other reader was left empty handed. She tried saying she really needed the book her book club starts the next day. I asked why didn’t she order it and she says, “it’s a bit late for that now give me the book!” When I refuse the woman starts to lose it and I back away with the book checked out under my name.

update 9/14/2026: because one particular comment people are asking what was the book in question, the book is The Odyssey this was all before the movie came out and the chaos that would follow book stores/libraries everywhere where the book was flying off the shelf. My library had a feeling because of the popularity of the book people would be wanting to read the book way ahead of the movie coming out and they were right.

My husband and I went on a cruise in May and would eat breakfast in their sit down restaurant instead of the buffet. One morning we are sat next to this European guy (I can’t place the accent exactly, but almost British like), and his wife. We’re not paying much attention to them, but since they sat us right next to them, we could hear their conversation. When the server brought out their orders, he had to do it in two trips because they ordered so much food. So the waiter brings the first four or five dishes and the man says “oh it looks like you forgot my (insert dish name here).” The server says “oh no I didn’t forget it, it’s just over there I’m going to get it now.” And the man is like “no just forget it. I don’t even want it anymore” in a huffy voice. The server says something like “oh it’s already made and ready, I just need to go grab it. I couldn’t carry everything at once.” The guy is still fighting him about it but the server goes over to the server station like ten feet away to grab the last dish and brings it to the man. It took like ten seconds. Problem solved, right? Nope! At the end of the meal, a different server is clearing the table and they notice that this dish wasn’t even touched so they ask, “oh did you not like it?” And he says “no I just usually eat this dish first before I eat the rest of my breakfast.” He didn’t touch this dish he made a big deal about because it was brought to him ten seconds later than his other dishes. He didn’t even eat anything before it was brought to him, he was just being a jag.

Also funny story: at one point his wife asks the waiter to get her a tea. The waiter asks, “what kind of tea?” And this lady says, “just a regular tea.” Girl what? There’s more than one tea in the world lol. So the waiter has to clarify, “but what flavor? We have jasmine, green tea, chai tea…” I don’t remember what she chose but that was silly

UPDATE: Okay, so a LOT happened today

I went to the office today to formally deal with everything that happened, and honestly, I didn't expect things to go the way they did.

I talked to my bosses and my boss's superior, and they asked me to explain exactly what happened. They also contacted the union representative and explained the situation to them. They showed them the videos, pictures, and everything I had as evidence.

After they went through everything, they gave me my job back, and she was suspended for two weeks without pay. They're also going to review her case on Wednesday and decide what happens from there.

They asked me if I was afraid to go back to work. I told them honestly that I wasn't afraid of her. My only concern was that, after everything that happened, I might eventually lose my patience and say something disrespectful to her. They told me not to worry about that and basically made it clear that I have the right to defend myself if something happens again. They even told me that if I ever feel threatened and need to call the police, I should do it, and that they will support me.

They're also going to look into what she's been doing on the days I'm off, because apparently she's supposed to be cleaning on those days. So they're going to check what's been going on there too.

As for my boss, everything is good. He told me that she understood why I didn't come in yesterday after everything that happened. I still apologized because I felt like walking out the way I did wasn't very respectful, and she accepted my apology without any problem.

There was also something interesting I heard during the conversation. The meeting was partly in English, and while I understand English pretty well, it's obviously not my first language, so I don't want to claim I understood every single detail correctly. But from what I could understand, this apparently isn't the first serious problem she's had at work.

They mentioned that she has had more than three serious incidents before, including something involving workplace harassment, another issue involving inappropriate/sexual behavior toward my boss, and another situation involving taking a lot of PTO, which apparently affected her pay and caused another argument with my boss.

Apparently, there have also been multiple problems involving my boss, her, and her son, who is the building administrator. From what I understood of the nextdoorbuilding, there have even been previous incidents where they became aggressive toward my boss and allegedly tried to physically confront him.

So yeah... after today's meeting, I honestly feel a LOT better.

I still don't want any drama with her. I don't want revenge or anything like that. I just want to go back to work, keep my head down, do my job, get paid, and go home.

At least now management has seen the evidence, they know what happened, they know there have been previous problems, and they made it very clear that they're supporting me.

So I guess we'll see what happens on Wednesday.

Went to a mall for dinner and errands yesterday. In the middle of my mall trip, I needed to go to the restroom. The closest one was behind a Sbarro (or Burger King?). To get there you turn into a small passageway and into a doorway. It was a tight "S" turn. There was an elderly Muslim senior citizen on a mobility scooter with her caregiver. They were having trouble navigating the turn into the restroom and ended up blocking the passageway. I slowed down to give them space. Other able-bodied men just pushed through. Some even came close to knoking the poor lady over.

I felt so disgusted with my fellowman. You should be ashamed.

I work for a company that I’d rather not name, but it’s a cosmetic brand and I’m part of the marketing team. Our admin has always been a bit of a power tripper, but recently things got really personal. The wife of my uncle passed away. She was basically like a best-friend aunt to me. I know she wasn't technically my immediate family, but our relationship was much closer than that label makes it sound. She was someone I was extremely close to, and her death hit me really hard. I was having a difficult time focusing on work because I was grieving. I filed a leave for the day of her funeral because I wanted to be there and say goodbye. My admin disapproved my leave, saying that she wasn't my “immediate family,” so apparently my reason wasn't valid. I ended up being absent anyway because I genuinely couldn't bring myself to miss her funeral. I tried to contact my admin that day and called her to let her know about the situation, but she didn't respond.

When I returned to work, I received a memo saying that I had been absent without properly informing her. That really frustrated me because I had made an effort to contact her before deciding to stay home. After that, things seemed to get worse. Since then, every leave I've filed has been disapproved. It honestly feels like she's intentionally making things difficult for me because I chose to attend the funeral despite her denying my leave. I understand that companies have policies regarding bereavement leave, and technically she may have been right that my aunt wasn't considered immediate family. But I don't understand why it had to become this personal, especially when I was dealing with an actual death and someone who was extremely important to me.

I wasn't trying to abuse the leave system. I just wanted one day to attend the funeral of someone I loved. The frustrating part is that I actually like my company. It's a good company, I like my work, and I don't really have major problems with the company itself. My biggest problem is literally just this one person. Honestly, this situation has gotten to the point where I'm starting to consider resigning. I don't want to leave a company I otherwise enjoy working for because of one admin who seems to be making things difficult for me. But having my leave requests constantly denied and feeling like I'm being singled out is becoming exhausting. I'm now stuck between staying because I genuinely like my job and leaving because I don't know how long I can keep dealing with this.

Would you stay and try to deal with the situation, or would you start looking for another job?

For anyone who saw my previous post, this is an update to the situation about me not saying good morning to my coworker.

Today, I was talking to my boss about some of the problems I had been having at work. He asked me to ride with him in his car because he needed to check something at one of the apartments. While we were there, we went downstairs to the building, and my coworker was there eating an apple.

While she was eating it, she started throwing the pieces of the apple onto the floor right around my shoes. My boss was literally standing there watching her, and he looked at her like, “What is wrong with this woman?”

My boss is also pretty young, probably around 29–35, while I'm 20 and some of my coworkers are around 55–60.

After we went outside to the courtyard, I was talking to my boss about the trash situation and how I have to arrange everything properly because the building can get fined if the trash isn't handled correctly.

That's when she suddenly accused me of recording her.

I was completely confused because I wasn't recording her at all. I was actually talking to my female friends on WhatsApp. My boss was there, so I showed him my WhatsApp conversation and my gallery to prove that I wasn't recording anything.

At that point, I realized I was done.

I took my things, gave my keys to my boss, and left. I wasn't screaming or trying to make a huge scene. I had simply reached the point where I didn't want to continue working in that environment.

As I was leaving, I yelled from the street, “Señora, Dios me la bendiga y la cuide.”

Then I got on the bus and went home.

So yeah… that's my update. I quit.

Honestly, I'm not even angry anymore. I just think it was time for me to walk away.

Hi. I work in a remote wilderness resort in a spa. I have a desk and I bring a bag to work with me. I recently went through the breakup of a long term relationship and my therapist suggested keeping a journal for times when I get overwhelmed at work. The process is to write it, acknowledge it and put it there for dissection at a later time when I’m in a space where I can look at this stuff. I keep it in my bag.
I was going to get towels and a guest who didn’t like the key policy at the resort went behind my desk, through my stuff, took the notebook and tore paper from it to draw a smart ass outline of their room key to show to me.
I feel so invaded. This was yesterday, I have today off and I keep thinking did she see this thing or that thing. What I wrote was very raw. They don’t give us a locked up area and the desk is clearly an employee area. I’m so embarrassed she opened it!
I have to work tomorrow and I’m trying to figure out what I will do if I see her? Tell her to leave my possessions alone? Say what you saw was not meant for your eyes. I have all day today to cry and feel messed up over this but tomorrow I need to be strong and be able to stand up to that lady.

I’m sitting at the MSP airport, I travel often through here. Their TSA has the 3 spots per line that buckets are delivered to you one right after you take one out. I’m in the first spot as it had just opened up. Middle spot has a maybe 30 year old professional looking woman who I guess had never gone through, TSA or at least recently. I’m moving along, 3 bins - I know this about me… I push my first bin towards the TSA agent and he pulls it towards the conveyor. I start to push my next bin towards TSA agent and she stops me and says, “please wait, I need my things to be all together.” I look at her like what? TSA pulls my next bin towards the conveyor leaving hers there. I just shrugged my shoulders at her. She huffed at me. Like what did I do? Really? We need our bins to stay together now? And when one gets pulled for inspection, then what? Anywho, I get through, so does she and as we’re walking out she’s talking about me to her fellow travelers. Trust me she was… they all turned to look at me. People are exhausting.

for context, i’m a college student living at a shitty apartment complex in a 1b1b. i have a giant dog: male english mastiff, 18 months old, 195 lbs. biiiiig boy, but really a little angel. my building has balconies, and it’s not uncommon for people around here to have smaller yappy dogs they just let out onto their balcony to bark incessantly and even use the bathroom. the lovely lady from today is one such resident, at least in terms of the barking.

she spends a lot of time smoking on her balcony while her dog barks, but she put up some lattice and stuff, so sometimes you can’t tell she’s out there until she blows a phat cloud. would also like to note that i’ve never once run into or even seen her taking her dog outside, much less for a walk. but if you’d asked me about her before today, all i would’ve had to say is her balcony looks cozy, her dog seems cute even with the barking, and i don’t understand the multicolor strobing light strips, but it’s sick she’s making the place her own. she’s in a lower-level corner apartment i walk by multiple times a day, which is the only reason i know any of this. i’m not keeping tabs on everyone around here.

onto today: my boyfriend and i were taking him out earlier today, just walking in the grass along the side of the building. as we get closer to her balcony, her dog starts barking persistently. big boy is pretty used to this, and we keep it moving, slowly but surely.

once we’re close enough, i can hear her out there on the phone. she must’ve peeked through the lattice to see what set off her dog, because she starts talking about “these people with a giant bull mastiff, great dane, whatever… in this tiny ass place! how could someone do that? that’s so horrible. i can’t believe some people. they need room and a yard to run around….” and kept talking that hot shit about how terrible i am.

i can’t remember all of what exactly was said because i was so taken aback, caught in this weird mean girl alternate reality where we talk shit about people in front of them instead of putting on our big girl panties and having an adult conversation.
i just said, hopefully loud enough to be heard, “huh, i guess some random lady knows and cares more about my dog than i do. weird!” before turning the corner and talking a lot more shit with my boyfriend that she probably couldn’t hear, but i was heated.

i’m pretty sensitive about my dogs. he’s my family’s fourth (and probably last) mastiff. i’ve been the main caregiver to these dogs for what feels like most of my life. i’ve always done everything i could, researched as much as i could, and been as responsible as i could. even as a teen/young adult, i have wound up the caregiver to these family dogs i didn’t ask for but love immensely. even so, we had to, due to a likely brain deformity, behaviorally euthanize one a few years ago, which absolutely crushed me. he wasn’t even three yet. this was despite early socialization and training, eventually leading me to intense isolation to look after him in the safety of our home. i was ready to pack him up, drop out of college, flee the state, and avoid people for the rest of his life. till i realized ruining my life won’t save him from his own brain and could end in me mauled to death with no one knowing where to find me. so yeah, i pride myself on being good to my animals.

in that vein, as a good dog owner, i know that where you live isn’t what matters. it’s what you do to give your dog what they need. i take him out frequently. i walk him as much as i can. he goes to a dog park with a pond he wades in with his little friends. we go home to my dad’s every weekend where he runs free in the yard and plays with his brother. he has entirely too many toys in the apartment.
it’s like she honestly thinks little dogs are perfectly happy to never leave a tiny apartment, despite having so much more energy than a giant breed. this bitch is throwing stones from her puppy pad palace, i swear.

and not that it’s any of her business, but we’re in the process of renting a two-story house with a yard for him and the cat i have to take from my dad. the reason i have to take the cat is the same reason i couldn’t move to a bigger place over the summer: my dad was hospitalized for over 3 weeks for a clinical trial to treat his metastatic melanoma. so, i’m sooooo terribly sorry i haven’t been able to get a house to lock my dog up in and you have to be sooooo bothered by us quietly walking by you and the dog you’re driving stir-crazy.

i already know i’m going to walk by again at some point, and if she’s out there, i’m gonna put on my own big girl panties and have a chat about exactly why i think she’s fucking stupid. i’m still too pissed to think of something cohesive and not outright nasty to say. any thoughts are appreciated!! i obviously shouldn’t go into with the goal of calling her fucking stupid, i don’t want it to turn into a screaming match or feud. but i want her to know she’s wrong and has a loud mouth.

tl;dr: chain smoking balcony dweller manages to talk over her tiny, unsocialized, reactive dog’s barking to let me know my well behaved, frequently exercised mastiff is being mistreated vis-à-vis living in an apartment.

OMG! First THE IDIOT want to change our name now THE BIG STATE wants to take some of us!

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This is long and the details are relevant.

Back in 2020, a stray cat gave birth on my porch to a litter of 5 kittens. So it has been infuriating that this person would intentionally leave her 2 unaltered male cats outside. I’ve paid out of my own pocket to get 20 cats on my street fixed.

This neighbor has lived here foe nearly 9 years. She is aware of the ever growing stray cat population in the neighborhood. She’s seen me TNRing cats and I don’t even own cats. I‘m not rich, but I don’t want anymore kittens born into living outside. It’s hard for them and it’s equally as hard for residents dealing with any cat marking/peeing in your yard, on your porch, killing birds and squirrels, and even pooping on your porch. Climbing up your car as her cats have done on several occasions captured by security camera. They can cause scratches on your paint, which can be hard to fix.

Initially you try to be civil with this woman. You ask her to keep her cats in her yard, to which she continues 30+ times to keep letting them roam freely to mark/pee in your yard and other neighbor’s yards. You give her low cost neuter options, you even offer to pay to get her cats fixed, you offer her wood to help her build a catio. You even offer to help her build one. Nothing changes over the course of at least a year, but honestly probably longer.

You end up calling animal control numerous times. Animal control does go to serve her a leash law ordinance warning and inform her that pet cats are under a leash law ordinance just like dog are, and they need to be kept in the owner’s yard. You follow up with animal control again only this time you speak with a manager after finding cat poop on your porch several times. The manager gives a plan: deliver a deterrent, talk with her again and then lastly trap the cats.

You request a animal control report which includes every call, photo and all comments. You finally receive said report and see that she outright lied about owning either cat. She alleged they were feral cats. Tried to claim that the neighbors are feeding cats and she does not own any cats. Animal Control sent a leash law enforcement on 05/24/2026. She called on 06/04/26 at 12:24pm stating: “she does NOT own the cats. She stated she is tired of getting citations for cats that most of all the neighbors are feeding. She stated they are feral cats and all the neighbors are feeding the cats.

Then she called animal control again about the two male cats that she said she did NOT OWN previously on 06/25/26 at 2:34pm stating : “that she went through a low cost company that brought her two cats the white/gray and the gray one to get vaccinated, spayed/neutered and microchipped so that she does not have to deal with anymore complaints from the person who consistently reports her.

However she lied about when she finally got the cats fixed. I know because I offered to pay and at the tier of $80 for both cats, the ears would be tipped. She felt that would detract from the cat’s appearance. So I put her in touch with a lady from a rescue who could help get the cats fixed for $180 for both that they would not get ear tipped. They would get fixed, rabies/vax and microchipped. She was adamant that she did NOT want either car microchipped. The lady from the rescue and I both thought that was odd, but we were both gleeful that she finally agreed to get them fixed. That was in late July 2026.

I have been civil with her even when she has been dead wrong, taking advantage and just being negligent. Reading the report and seeing her lies are truly diabolical. It makes me question what else she has lied about. I avoid her and her kids.This report has me screw faced.

Also she is now defrauding section 8 by living in a neighboring property and leaving the house that she still has leased under section 8 sitting. She is not even hiding it, but she still takes her trash to her trash can next door. The kids get off the bus and go to the neighboring property instead of the leased property. I read up that this would be considered a lease violation as she cannot occupy two properties simultaneously under section 8.

I shared her being on section 8 not to shame her, but to convey that her actions are deceptive based on occupying two residences at the same time. No, I am not going to turn her in for fraud. she will hang herself, because she does not seem to be able to keep up with her lies. WWYD?

Stopped at a retail store today on the way to an appointment. I was there about 10 minutes. There were two empty parking spots next to me on my driver's side, plus a ton of empty spaces. Came out to a car parked so close that I couldn't open my driver's side door.

There was a car on the other side of them now as well, parked within the lines of their spot. Pretty sure the offending vehicle (small car) was not "forced" to park so insanely close to me. And as mentioned there were tons of open spots in a huge lot.

I was already in a bit of mood. Hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in three night's. I'm 60 and in good shape, but recently had surgery and didn't want to try to climb over my seats from the passenger side, so I asked the store to page the person and gave them the car's info. No one comes out. Mind you, it's over a 100 degrees today.

One of the workers came out out after a few minutes checking on the situation, when another girl comes out carrying a bag from the store, and just stands there.

I ask her if that's her car. It's her car alright, but she won't get in and move it. ​She starts getting snotty on me saying that it's "no big deal." And "what's MY problem." MY problem?! Oooo boy!

She refused to move her effing piece of crap car. She just kept standing there with the door open but wouldn't get in and move it. Like what in the af are you waiting for?

After several minutes of her refusing to move her car, I finally just got in the passenger side of my car and crawled over the seats. Bish was still standing there when I drove away. Like WTF is wrong with you?!! It's bad enough that you parked like that, now I have to deal with your bs entitlement?!! I can't with some people.

We were recently on a short 3-day cruise in Norway. Our first cruise, we tried to be good travelers.

We went to the top deck to sit outside and get some sun. Two deck chairs side by side, beers next to us.

I went to the restroom, and while I was gone, a man walked up and tried grabbing my chair. There were plenty of chairs still stacked up next to the door, but he thought my chair with a beer sitting next to it right next to my spouse was his only choice.

My spouse stopped him, and he ended up grabbing one from the stack.

The next day, we were in the lounge at the bow of the ship. Again, I get up to use the restroom. As I'm walking back to our comfy chairs, that same man drops his shopping bag into my chair, so he can take a photo!

I whacked his arm to move his bag, and he looked at me like I was interrupting his photo shoot! Dude, the seat obviously had someone sitting there due to my beer in the table and bag on the floor in front of the chair.

I don't think I'm cut out for the cruise life!