I visited Las Vegas and decided to gamble for the first time in my life. I went to see what craps was because I’d seen it in movies. It’s… not actually as fun as it looks.

I played it safe the whole time and lowballed my bets, but this other guy was matching my bets with larger, outrageous amounts of money. By the time I walked away, I was about a hundred up, which I later wound up spending on fancy meals

The guy who had been matching my bets was something like a hundred thousand up.

Later that night, when I was crossing the same casino floor, the guy confronted me and accused me of spoiling his luck by leaving early. After I left he’d kept betting for a while, and he ended up losing his hundred thousand and then some.

He was pissed and shouted at me about this. Security showed up fairly quickly, and when the guy tried to step closer to me — whether to hit me, to scream in my face, or what, I’m not sure — they grabbed him and escorted him away.

I decided that I was done gambling for the rest of my trip and went on to enjoy the shows, scenery, snacks, and sex of Las Vegas instead.

I go to the bank one day, and the armored car guy has blocked all of the disabled parking spots! It’s winter, it’s icy, and I am on crutches after leg surgery. As I’m driving past, feeling annoyed, I see the driver actually getting out of the vehicle.

Me: “Excuse me. You’re parked diagonally over three disabled parking spots. Do you mind moving so that I—”

Before I can finish speaking, he flips me the one-fingered salute.

It takes me a while to process that he actually just did that, but then I take a picture of him and his truck, and from my phone, I email the armored car company — after I have parked, of course!

I get a call the next morning from an unknown number.

Caller: “Hi, this is [Armored Car Company]. Is this [My Name]?”

Me: “I am.”

Caller: “Hi. We’re calling to let you know that we fired the driver at the end of his shift yesterday. That was the third complaint about him specifically doing that!”

Me: “Oh, wow.”

Caller: “We didn’t want him representing our company or our vehicles like that. Thanks for making us aware!”

The next week, I was at the bank again, and the same car was there — this time parked properly!

My family owns a small cafe-style restaurant. We have a few employees from outside our family, but they mainly work as servers or dishwashers; they’re not in a position to operate the restaurant on their own without supervision.

Every summer, my entire family goes on a one-week vacation, so we close the restaurant for the week, with plenty of signs and notices on the door and windows explaining the closure.

On the second night of this year’s vacation, my father — the “main” owner and contact person for the restaurant — gets a phone call from our restaurant’s security company. The caller explains that the alarm went off, police were called in, and a man was arrested as a suspected burglar.

Turns out, the man was trying to eat at the restaurant, and when he discovered a locked door and no lights, he decided to throw a brick through the front window to let himself in and see “why nobody was doing their job and taking orders”.

We ended up cutting our vacation short and flying home the next day. We also pressed charges against the man, and we filed a civil case for the damages and the cost of cutting our vacation short. We won the civil suit, but the man was able to take a plea deal on the criminal charges and was only sentenced to community service.

Of course, his primary defense was that “there should have been a sign saying you were closed”. 

Related:
Not So Closed Minded, Part 35
Not So Closed Minded, Part 34
Not So Closed Minded, Part 33
Not So Closed Minded, Part 32
Not So Closed Minded, Part 31

After fighting with Disability for fifteen years, I FINALLY got my mobility scooter. It’s been a godsend, and the freedom is a wonder. But as I’m sure we’ve all learned from the Internet, these things are magnets for a certain kind of Entitled Complainer. And I learned it firsthand today, on only my fifth time out on it.

I live in British Columbia, and my local [Major Retail Chain] presently has precisely ZERO courtesy scooters for customers. They had four, but all have been either stolen or broken.

I was at [Major Retail Chain] today, just looking for a snack, when suddenly I was on the floor. It took me a moment to realize what had happened as I saw a woman in her late forties taking my bags off of my scooter.

Me: “What the h*** are you doing?!”

Woman: *Sneering* “I’m taking the store’s scooter because fat, lazy losers like you don’t need them.”

She was, of course, perfectly able-bodied as far as I could tell. Luckily, I’ve read enough stories like this by now to know that if she was stupid enough to mistake a brand-new mobility scooter WITH MY NAME ON IT for one of those cheap grey scooters with huge shopping baskets on them, there was no point in even trying to reason with her.

Me: *At the top of my lungs* “SECURITY!”

She went wide-eyed and tried to get on the scooter and drive away. Luckily, some staff were nearby, and this store had put up barriers so that the only way to exit the store was to pass through the registers, so the woman had no real way to escape the store. The staff that were helping me up called security, and of course, they caught her.

The woman kept insisting that it was the store scooter, that I didn’t need it, yadda yadda. I pointed out where my name and number were engraved on it, but she stuck to her guns.

The police were called, and after reviewing the security footage, it was clear that the woman had flat-out assaulted me to get me off the scooter, AND that I was on camera entering the store on the scooter.

The woman was, of course, arrested. And I got the customary gift card they always give victims of these kinds of people, and a quick story to tell.

Luckily, I think the worst I got from the fall was a bruised hip and a wrist sprain.

I spoke to an RCMP officer afterward, and because they had the store security footage, I could avoid having to go to court for her assault charges if I wrote out a victim impact statement. She’s being charged with assault along with a theft-over-$2,000 charge.

This is about ten years ago when I am in college. It is finals week, and due to a learning disability, I take my exams in this concourse between the two largest dorms on campus. I finish my exam, and as I’m walking to leave I notice a backpack behind what I assume to be a structural column.

It’s 8:00 in the morning, and there isn’t a reason for this being here. I am near the cafeteria, so it may be a worker’s bag, but that would be weird since they have secured cubbies. Normally, I’d ignore this, but in the previous few days, there have been bomb scares at several other colleges and universities. They were all pranks, and likely so is this. But that being said, if this isn’t a prank, I don’t want to be the guy on the news saying, “I wish I’d said something,” so I call the school’s public safety office to report it.

I tell them all of what I mentioned above, and the dispatcher sends some officers but asks me to stay on the line.

Dispatcher: “Huh. That’s for sure suspicious. Do you mind going over and looking through the bag?”

Me: “Um, no, I’m not doing that.”

Dispatcher: “Why?”

Me: “If it’s a bomb I don’t want to be anywhere near it, let alone go messing with it. If it’s not a bomb and a student left it, I don’t want to be accused of stealing. You said the officers were on their way; they can do it.”

Dispatcher: “I’m sure it’s fine. Just open the bag for us.”

Me: “I’m not going to do that, and if that’s all you need, I’m going back to my dorm.”

Dispatcher: “Why don’t you want to look in it? That’s suspicious!”

Me: “Maybe because I think it could be a bomb?! Why are you so insistent that I do this?”

Dispatcher: “Well, the officers aren’t trained to handle a bomb.”

Me: “Neither am I!”

I hung up. I later found out that the backpack was obviously nothing. Public safety did come to question me as a matter of procedure, and that was it, thankfully!