We rent out an apartment on one side of our house. The tenant is a great guy; he’s easy-going and quiet, he pays his rent on time, etc. We have a pool on our side of the property. [Tenant]’s lease agreement states that he’s allowed to use the pool but his guests are not. The reasoning behind this is a liability issue; I don’t want my home liability insurance premiums to skyrocket if anything happens.

A few months ago, [Tenant] had a coworker pitch up who didn’t ask and just assumed that he could bring his young daughter with him to swim. Once the guy and his kid arrived, [Tenant] quickly came to ask for permission for the girl to swim.

Me: “Unfortunately, it’s a liability issue, so I can’t allow that — especially since that kid looks like she’s around six years old. She wouldn’t even be able to stand in the shallow end.”

The kid’s father insisted on speaking with me.

Father: “Come on! Please let her swim. I already promised that she could swim!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I really can’t do that.”

Father: “You b****!” *To his daughter* “This mean lady won’t let you swim. We have to go home.”

Kid: *Whining and starting to cry* “But you promised!”

Sorry, kid. I’m not required to keep to the promises your dad makes.

[Tenant] was very apologetic. He didn’t even know the guy all that well. The guy just pitched up and demanded that his kid be allowed to swim.

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.

My family and I walked into a lovely Greek taverna only to hear the Greek owner tell the two locals in front of us that she was fully booked and there were no tables available. If the locals can’t get in, then who can?

As we turned round to walk out, an American family was walking in. Being sociable, I told the father that the place was full. Without even looking at me, he just said:

Father: “Buddy… let’s see how busy this place is when I drop her a $100 sweetener.”

We walked out. Then, we ended up walking round the back of the taverna… which didn’t have the American family inside it. It turns out that if it’s full, it’s full, no matter how arrogant you are.

One day, while back in college, I had just left a school magazine photoshoot where we had to wear all black, so I was wearing black pants, shirt, and shoes.

I stopped at a discount retail chain on the way home. I was wandering the aisles looking for candles. I kept seeing this woman in heels with a very vexed vibe about her. She was walking quickly and had a prominent scowl. Her heels clicked loudly all throughout the store.

I eventually found the candles and took my sweet time smelling each one to decide what I wanted. The lady I saw before stomped into the aisle, and I looked up at her for a second.

I do not like talking to random strangers, especially seemingly angry ones, so I didn’t say anything and continued smelling candles. But after a minute or so of her sighing and making disgruntled noises, she said:

Woman: “I’m having such a s*** day!”

Me: *Sheepishly* “Oh. That sucks.”

Woman: “My boyfriend and I just bought a house together, and I found out he’s cheating! I found him with the b**** this morning! Ugh, I was dumb to make such a big decision with a snake. I’m gonna throw all his stuff out!”

And so on.

Me: “D***, I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Feeling awkward and thinking the conversation had ended after some silence, I tried to shimmy out of the aisle.

Woman: “This place has coupons, right?!”

Me: *Confused* “Umm, I don’t know.”

Woman: *Angrily* “Shouldn’t you know?! I mean, I saw it in the store’s newspaper!”

Me: *Still confused* “I don’t know anything about that.”

Woman: “I don’t understand why you can’t just help me!”

Me: *More sternly* “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She scoffed and walked off.

It dawned on me after she walked away that she probably thought I worked there. But the thing is, I was in all black while the employee uniform at the time was a red T-shirt with the store’s logo on it. Also, there’s always an employee at the cash register at the entrance of this store who greets every customer who walks in. She would have seen what the employees wore when she walked in, or at least when she was stomping around the store.

I’m sorry her boyfriend cheated, but she shouldn’t take it out on me.

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.