This happened a few years ago, and I was a random bystander.

A guy goes down outside a strip mall store. He has a medical alert bracelet on that says he has a heart condition. The paramedics get called, and they arrive QUICKLY. (Thanks, first responders!) They show up in a four-door pickup with a bed shell, all fire engine red, flashing lights and sirens, and fire department and paramedics all over the truck. They jump out and start hooking this guy up to a blood pressure cuff, sticking the heart monitor pads to him, etc.

A woman rolls up behind the paramedics’ truck and starts screaming at them.

Woman: “You cut me off at the intersection!”

You know, the truck with lights and sirens.

Woman: “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

She keeps demanding that the paramedic LOOK AT HER as she melts down while he is starting CPR on the victim! The paramedic is ignoring her entirely, but he has to get something from the truck. She blocks his way. He moves her out of his way, telling her:

Paramedic: “Ma’am, this man is having a heart attack!”

This is where the woman pulls out pepper spray and hoses the standing paramedic directly in the face! But she’s not done. She sprays the second paramedic who’s kneeling on the ground, and just for the trifecta, she hoses down the heart attack victim, screaming:

Woman: “You’re too young to have a heart attack!”

I took that as my cue to take her pepper spray from her and hold onto her — with the help of some other bystanders — until the police arrived.

Still other bystanders were trying to help with CPR while some tried to help the paramedics wash their eyes out.

The police arrived and immediately put the woman in handcuffs. She then attempted to bite and kick the officers, which resulted in her being hog-tied and having her shirt pulled over her face, at which time she started screaming that they were sexually assaulting her.

And the kicker was that when the police arrested her, she started with, “Do you know who I am?!”

The results were two counts of aggravated assault (with a weapon) on paramedics, two counts of assault on police, one count of aggravated assault (with a weapon) on the heart attack victim (who survived), and resisting arrest with violence.

She also ended up being sued by the heart attack victim for $10,000,000, which she apparently had.

Her husband is a bank vice president and refused to make her bail. It took her thirteen days to get her family to bail her out!

I never found out the full results of her criminal trial, but a firefighter/EMT friend told me that the woman blamed a combination of medications/drugs and alcohol she’d consumed, and she apparently made a large donation to the fire department, did rehab, and got off after successfully completing rehab with some kind of trial diversion program.

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This occurred when I was sixteen years old working my first job as a cashier at a popular chain convenience store. A customer was giving me a hard time, complaining things were too expensive, and starting to get angry because the register was being very slow and kept freezing up. 

Customer: “Hurry the f*** up! First, you overcharge me and now you won’t even let me pay!”

Me: “Sorry sir. This register just keeps freezing up and now it appears the cash drawer is stuck. Let me call for my manager.”

I call the manager and jiggle the register drawer a bit to see if I can get it to open. As I am shaking it, a large amount of folded money in a plastic money clip falls out from somewhere under the register. I pick it up, confused. The customer sees it too, and his eyes go wide and I can see the gears start to turn. Just then the manager arrives.

Customer: “This kid stole my money! She asked to see my clip and now she won’t give it back!”

Me: “What?! No, this thing just fell out from under the register. I have no idea where it came from.” 

My manager gave me a really suspicious look and asked me again:

Manager: “Where did the money come from?”

Me: “It fell out when I was jiggling the broken cash drawer.

He did not look convinced. I don’t really blame him because why would hundreds of dollars be stuck under a register in a money clip?

Customer: “I want her fired! Not only can she not do her job but she is a thief!”

At this point I am really upset thinking I am about to be fired for theft I didn’t commit. The customer is still screaming while the manager tries to calm him down, and I get an idea.

Me: “Wait, why don’t you just check the cameras!”

I point to the four security cameras behind the checkout counter.

Manager: “Absolutely, in all of the confusion I wasn’t thinking about that before.”

Customer: “Uh… no wait that’s okay. I have to go; it’s an emergency!”

He sprinted out the door without his purchases. My manager and I still went up to the office to see where the money came from, and it turns out a couple of my coworkers had been sneakily skimming small amounts of money off the register for weeks and hiding it. They ended up getting fired.

I worked there for a year and never saw the customer again.

I used to travel for work and spend one week a month in a city a few hundred miles away. I find a lovely little family-run bed-and-breakfast place close to work, and because I am a repeat customer, the owners let me have a good deal on their rate. As a result, I get to know them very well. There are only about six rooms in the place that are let out.

The bed-and-breakfast is in a city on the coast that’s the starting point for cruises, so most of the guests only stay the night before their cruise sails, and not a few days.

One morning, I am just finishing breakfast. The place offers the full English breakfast as standard; sausage, bacon, eggs, tomato, baked beans, mushroom, etc.), along with the usual toast, croissants, cereals, and juice. I usually just get toast, because a full-cooked breakfast will just make me want to go back to bed!

The owner does the breakfast cooking, and he pops in and out of the kitchen to check on the guests and take orders, but he disappears to the front as some new guests have arrived.

Check-in times for new guests are at 2 PM at the earliest. We can hear him explaining this, not to mention it’s all in their paperwork and on the website, and times are always clarified at booking.

The new arrivals kept arguing:

Guest: “Why can’t we just leave our luggage in our room?”

Owner: “I’m afraid the other guests are still using it.”

Guest: “Well then we’ll use your storage room.”

The guest takes stock of the early arrivals: four adults and four children/teens.

Owner: “I’m afraid there isn’t space to leave your luggage other than in the dining room.”

Guest: “Fine.”

They march into the dining room and leave their luggage everywhere.

Guest: “Where should we sit for breakfast?”

Owner: “The breakfast is included after a night’s stay, not before. And according to my records, only two adults and two children were booked in, not four and four.”

At this point, some of the other guests are leaving so the adults begin moving tables together.

Owner: “Please stop moving the tables.”

Guest: “But we’re hungry, we were told breakfast was included, you owe us breakfast for making us wait for our rooms!”

Owner: “I can serve you some tea and coffee, but I have to insist the tables remain where they are.”

The children/teens started whining.

Kids: “We want breakfast! We were promised breakfast!”

With that, they start attacking the self-serve buffet area, where the cereals, pastries, and yoghurts are set out.

Owner: *To the guest.* “Sir, if they continue I will have to increase your room rate.”

The kids laugh, saying:

Kids: “We’re not staying here!”

Yup! It turns out that one family of two adults and two children were staying overnight before setting off on holiday the following day, and they’d met up with friends (the other two adults and two children) and told them to come and get free breakfasts at the bed & breakfast!

Guest: “Well, the room rate is already so expensive that we deserve to get unlimited food! Plus you’ve been so unwelcoming and so rude that we also deserve money off the bill!”

They then start threatening to leave bad reviews on some well-known travel websites, so he should make it up to them. All of this takes less than five minutes, from start to finish.

The owner then picks up some of their luggage up and puts it outside.

Owner: “Please check your terms and conditions, which includes a good-behaviour clause.”

One of the other guests asked if he should phone the police, one of the women burst into tears saying her holiday had been ruined and she was going to sue for the cost of the cruise that she wouldn’t enjoy, and one of the teenagers threw a yoghurt against the wall.

Another guest (not part of that group) gets his phone out and says to the owner:

Other Guest: “I would be happy to give the police a witness statement that this rabble is shouting and making threats and offensive noise!”

After all this, they end up getting locked out. At breakfast the next day, the owner tells me:

Owner: “They actually came back at 2 PM expecting to check in as normal! They weren’t happy that I’d cancelled their booking because of their behaviour. Guests like that are the type that would deliberately wreck the place and then demand money off because the place was wrecked.”

Who the h*** would be a small business owner and deal with the general public?

I am getting food at a traditional local food court that some people call a hawker centre. You grab food from one of a bunch of affordable food stalls and grab a table after to quickly eat your meal and move on with your day.

I have collected my bowl of noodles and look for a spare seat where I can eat. I spot an empty corner seat next to two women and sit down.

Woman #1: *In an American accent* “Excuse me. We’re sitting here!”

Me: “Oh, sorry! Are you saving this seat for someone?”

Woman #2: *Also in an American accent* “Uh… no! But we’re sitting here!”

Me: “But you’re not sitting in this seat, because I am sitting in it. If you’re not saving it for someone else, I’ll eat here, thanks.”

Woman #1: “Don’t you understand English? We’re sitting here!”

Two American women shouting about my English comprehension in an Asian country rubs me the wrong way.

Me: “No, you’re sitting in the seats you’re currently occupying. I am sitting in the seat I am currently occupying. It sounds like it’s you who doesn’t understand English.”

Woman #2: “This is our table!”

Me: “Wrong again; tables are shared. There are six seats at this table. You can’t claim it all just for you two. Now, be quiet and let me eat my food in peace.”

The two women glare at me, and one of them suddenly pushes my noodles off the table! The plate is plastic so doesn’t break, but it makes a loud noise as it hits the floor.

Me: “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

The raised voices have attracted the attention of a security guard, as well as many onlookers. The security guard can’t speak English too well, so he barks at the women in Cantonese.

Security Guard: *In Cantonese* “I saw that! You stay right there!”

Woman #2: “What are you shouting at us for?! He’s the one that took our table!”

Another guard is standing at the far end of the seating area, and I see him speaking into his radio. I know they’re calling the police.

Me: “Ladies, these guards are calling the police. Apologise to me and pay for the replacement for my meal, and I will tell them this was a simple misunderstanding. If not, I will be instructing them to arrest you.”

Woman #1: “We’re not scared of you or the police! You’re just a man who tried to attack two women!”

Me: “That might work where you come from, but you have about half of Mong Kok here as witnesses who saw what you did and understand how hawker centre etiquette works. This won’t go the way you think it will.”

They just stared at me smugly until the police arrived. Those smug smiles didn’t last very long when they realised that they were being “escorted” to the nearest police station and their passports were being collected for identification purposes.

I was asked to provide a statement, and I left no detail out. The vendor didn’t charge me for my replacement noodles and even gave me extra beef for giving him a good show!

When I worked in a restaurant, we had a regular who would always ask for recommendations, and no matter what we suggested, he would tell us he had that last week and it sucked. He would take up as much time as possible, no matter how busy the restaurant was.

He had a wife who would jokingly tell him to knock it off, but she would laugh, so it would just encourage him to be a jerk. Then, after I’d take the food to them, the regular would ask me to box it up so they could take it home.

They would only occasionally leave a tip.

Years later, I was a brand-new nurse, and my coworker had a tray of food thrown at her by a patient. Guess who the patient was?