I’m fairly active on a particular pet-site and have been for a few years now. As such, I have a pretty decently sized collection that is very clearly organized using the site’s mechanics to show what is and what isn’t for trade. One day, I get a random trade with nothing but a common pet attached to it.

Random User: *In the trade message* “Can I have [rare pet clearly marked as not for trade] pleasssssssseeeeeeee”

I obviously decline the trade with curt “No” thinking that would be the end of it; however, they decide to take it to private messages.

Random User: “Why?”

Me: “Considering you sent a trade with just a [Common Pet] with no currency or items attached asking for a clearly not-for-trade late-game [pet], give me one good reason as to why should I?”

Surprisingly or not, they never responded to my message. This was far from the first person I had trying to get rarer items for basically free, but they were the first to have the gall to push after being initially declined! And it only got weirder once I realized that they weren’t a new user and that they had a half decent collection of their own. Admittedly, I could have been a bit nicer but I had just moved so I was exhausted and very much not in the mood to deal with anyone, much less online beggars.

One day two of my niblings are over playing with my two kids, and things are getting a little rowdy. Decide it is time to wrap things up, I ask all the kiddos to gather their things and head out to the car.

I only have time to grab my purse in the other room before my youngest, Mark, comes running to me crying and holding his eye. All I can make out between his sobs is that his five-year-old cousin, Jenna, has punched him in the face.
I spend the next few minutes trying to calm Mark down and get a good look at his eye to see if anything more than an icepack is needed.
My niece stands by, looking sullen, and refuses to say WHY she hit my son. Eventually, I’m able to piece together what happened.
Mark had been building a marble maze, and Jenna walked over and knocked the whole thing down. Upset, he angrily told his cousin- “You’re mean!”
Well, apparently, Jenna didn’t like Mark calling her mean, and she punched him.
Happily, order has since been restored though they still get loud when they are all together.

James is a friend friend a friend, I don’t like him much. He is out for himself, doesn’t care who he upsets or what repercussions there are for his actions.

A while ago we were sitting in a pub, James comes in looking flustered, I pretend i haven’t noticed him.

James: hey, er anyone want to buy my old psp?

Friend: old? They have just come out havn’t they?

Me: yeah, I’ve been looking to buy one. Why are you selling yours?

James: oh, err well, I just don’t want it. I bought it because I thought it looked cool, but I don’t play it

Me: hmm, let me have a look.

Me: yours huh? Play a lot of spiderman do you?

James: my cousin plays it, too so what.

(There are no games other than children games in here, it’s more than likely stolen.)

Me: you stole this, I don’t what any part of it.

James: your loss, no one cares where the stuff comes from

(James life eventually caught up to him, they charged him with several counts of theft and one of arson. Suddenly he cared about repercussion then.)

*My father was one of eight kids, each of those kids had between three to eight kids, and half of those ones have three to eight kids…needless to say, there are a ton of family members on my dad’s side. My dad wasn’t very close to them either, so I only know the names of a few of them and I wouldn’t recognize them if they stood in front of me. I do know that a cousin and an aunt and uncle come through my register line every once in a while. One day this man comes up and starts chatting with me. He’s very nice and just the way he’s speaking and acting makes me assume that we’re probably related…*
Man: “Well, it was nice seeing you. Tell your mother I said hi. Oh! And you know that Sal died, right?”

*I freeze and just stare at him. Because that name also happens to be the name of my boyfriend. Instead of worrying about my boyfriend, the first thing that popped in my head was ‘…How does he know my boyfriend?’. Turns out it was my great aunt who I had never met*

*We are getting ready for my sis-in-law’s birthday. I have finished everything I needed to do (which took 3 hours) so I make the excuse that I’m going to go to the bathroom and take the chance to go sit in my room and watch shows before the family gives me more to do. My Great Nephew, who is three, decides to follow me. Normally he wants to hang out with one of my nephews (his uncles). So we go to my room and I put on Rugrats, a cartoon from my youth that I still love. We’re sitting in computer chairs, but laying on my bed is my cat. Though this cat adores me, to everyone else she’s… unpleasant. And she hates children, but she’s on the other side of the room*
Great Nephew: *looks around the room in awe* “You have lots of stuff!”

Me: “Yeah, I guess I do.”
*We repeat the conversation about 4 times, because he’s, well, three. Then he spots my cat*
Great Nephew: “Kitty!”

Me: “Yup.”

Great Nephew: “Der’s a kitty der! On bed!”

Me: “Yup. She’s sleeping.”
*My nephew hops off of the chair and heads over to the cat. I’m not worried because my cat is so fat and skittish that I know she won’t hurt him. He slowly reaches over to pet her and my cat hisses. Instantly he pulls his hand back*

Me: “She’s kinda grumpy, huh? Come on, let’s watch the show.”

Great Nephew: “She’s ded.”
*I think he meant to say ‘mad’. He comes back, crawls onto the computer chair, heaves a big sigh and…*
Great Nephew: “I need a beer.”

*I start laughing*

Me: “A beer?! You need a beer?”

Great Nephew: “Yep.”

Me: “Well, how about some juice and a cookie instead?”

Great Nephew: “Okie!”