So, A few decades ago, I went from 70 to 0 too fast one night and ended up in the hospital with a pen in my teeth signing a form on a clipboard held over my head that they could cut off both of my hands and my right leg because they were all so mangled that there was a less than 50% chance of them being saved.

18 hours of surgery and I woke up with everything I went in there with (and a few extra metal parts to boot) but it took years and a couple of dedicated physical therapists (whom I lovingly refer to as "Helga and Ursula the Bitch-Goddesses") for me to be able to walk and use my reconstructed hands.

I've had 4 follow up surgeries since then and I can now walk without a limp but it's still difficult to walk very far without pain so I have a handicapped placard on my car. I found out real quick that there's an attitude among handicapped placard owners. They all seem to think that they're more deserving than you of the spot that you just parked in. That plus FedEx drivers use them indiscriminately.

My first experience with FedEx was when I went to get my name registered on the sewer and water utilities for the house we just moved to. There was only one handicapped spot and a FedEx delivery truck was parked in it. So I parked sideways and blocked him in then hobbled my way into the building with my cane. (I was still in physical therapy then)

About 5 minutes later, I see the FedEx guy come up:

FedEx Guy: Who owns the Silver Infinity outside?

Me: That would be me

FedEx guy: You're blocking me in

Me: You parked in the handicapped spot

FedEx guy: I was only going to be there a few minutes

Me: Well now you're going to be there until I finish my business here.

FedEx guy: You can't do that!

Me: We can call the sheriff and see which one of us gets a ticket.

But the Entitled Bitch portion of the story happened a few years later. By then, I was able to walk without my cane and I had encountered more than one of these so I knew what was about to happen and I had prepared my response ahead of time.

I had just parked and gotten out of my car and was walking into Wally World when I see the Cadillac moving slowly by with the window rolling down and the EB about to lay out her case on why she deserved my spot and I didn't.

EB: What's your problem?

Me: Excuse me?

EB: You don't look like you're handicapped.

Me: Thank you! I've worked really hard to be able to walk without a limp

EB: I don't think you're really handicapped.

Me: You could have stopped talking after the first three words of that last sentence and been entirely correct.

EB: So what's wrong with you?

Me: *sigh* If you must know, I lost my foot in an accident.

EB: Really? How did that happen?

Me: I broke it off in some nosey bitch's ass!

"Weird mother on my flight,
I was returning back to Istanbul, watching my predownloaded stuff on Netflix. There was a mother next to me with a probably 4-5 year old kid. At first everything was fine; she was distracting her kid with her phone, I was watching the season 4 of rick and morty, then her battery ran out.

She gave her kid some toy but after a while kid started crying. I had a powerbank with me and before my battery got to %20, I plugged mine in.

After a while she asked me for my powerbank, but I needed it for my phone. She said

"Im an adult and you MUST respect you adults, hand it to me"

She suddenly turned into a b****.

I kindly said I needed it for my phone and pointed a power outlet and said you can use this one.

I re opened Netflix and watched the season I downloaded before being onboard. She called a personnel and said that my flight mode wasnt on and I was using Cellular.

I showed the downloaded logo and my flight mode and this dumb mother gave up.

Then the personnel showed the same outlet I showed to the ****** sitting next to me and her face was priceless.

Good thing it wasnt a big problem, the flight went mostly peaceful and calm"

This happens way too often. We usually turn off the automatic doors around a minute or two before we close, but it doesn't get locked until exactly 8(or whenever we are closing), we have had numerous people push the doors open at 8 and look like a deer in the headlights when we say we are closed.

Imagine being so entitled that you force one of the doors open and are surprised when you are kicked out.

The story happened this week on an international flight. The layout of the plane was 3+3 seat rows, and sitting in front of me was a family of mom, dad and a 4-5 year old son on the middle. Our flight got delayed a good deal so the kid was probably already bored out of his mind. Right after boarding the boy takes out the seat table and starts bashing it repeatedly like he's tryna to smack the devil out of it. After 10+ hits the dad asks him to stop as the person in front of them was getting visibly frustrated.

Dad: Stop now, you'll break it and the angry man will come take you

Mom: I don't care what they say, it's a child and if they have a problem with this they should get up and relocate!

As soon as I've heard it I was furious and low key spent the rest of the flight hating on her. There were no vacant seats on the plane, the consistent seating is important due to covid rules, and, most importantly, what traits is she trying to bring up in her son?

I posted a story about my ex sister-in-law and felt like this spoke more to the type of person she is on the inside.

She and her cousin got two cats and brought them home, made sure they were fed, and that was the end of it. They never played with the cats and even changed their names after a couple months because they were just so fickle and indifferent about the pets they chose to adopt.

One day, they got sick of the cats that were super antisocial because they never received any type of attention but negative because SIL and her cuz were so fed up with the situation. So they took the cats to the pound. They were warned that the animals would be euthanized if they weren’t adopted after 30 days and to come back and get them if they didn’t want that to happen.

The date came and went, and these two grown adults (one in her 30’s) “forgot” and let their cats be put down. I learned of this after the fact because they were so ashamed they swore their family to secrecy, but the tea was spilled anyway. Pretty horrifying.