Horribly Entitled People
Greedy family members. Customers with a chip on their shoulder. No-boundary neighbors. Unfortunately, entitled people lurk among us every day.
Most of the time, they’re easy to ignore—but some arrogant jerks are so bad that they’re impossible to forget.
These Redditors came together to share the stories of the worst entitled people they’ve ever encountered—and they’re utterly infuriating.
1. One At A Time, Please
My half-brother and my best friend, who've been dating for three years, decided to tie the knot. Needless to say, I was over the moon. I was selected as the maid of honor and my full-brother got the nod as the best man. We were tight as a unit. Well, almost all of us, except for one—my sibling's annoying best friend.
I've always found him obnoxious and he used to hit on me when my sibling was not around. My brother is quite protective, but I never let him know what was happening, mostly for the sake of avoiding conflict, and because I can handle it.
Luckily, the pestering stopped when this guy finally landed himself a girlfriend.
As the wedding planning rolled on, everything was pretty standard, just the regular wedding fuss. We invited nearly everyone we were close to and we all looked forward to what we assumed would be a superb day.
The occasion itself was gorgeous and everything was just right, right up until the reception.
The bridal party was front and center, with guests facing us at the head of the room. Speeches were given and the delicious food was enjoyed when suddenly, my sibling's best friend decides to cause a scene.
Having already finished his speech, we were all puzzled when he grabbed the mic again. He summoned his girlfriend to the front and started waxing lyrical about his love for her. It was clear she didn't expect this public display. Then, his knee hit the floor, a ring was produced, and he proposed. Amid the furore, the newlyweds my half-brother and best friend, looked shell-shocked.
The newly-betrothed couple started strutting around showing off the ring, leaving their celebration on the sidelines. In a hushed conversation, my brothers seemed unsettled.
My mom finally reminded everyone the purpose of the day was to celebrate her son's wedding, not an entirely different engagement.
The room fell silent. Suddenly, his girlfriend broke the calmness, screaming that my mom had marred her special moment. Then the so-called "best friend" decided to chime in as well. Conclusively, they got shown the door.
With his lousy stunt, he may have gained a fiancee, but he lost a best friend and a whole squad of pals.
2. Karens Gonna Karen
My spouse needed a few groceries, so I decided to help out and went shopping with our four-year-old stepson. It's always great to have some father-son bond...but the day turned out to be one we'll always remember.
We were progressing with our tasks and were finally at the supermarket. Ryan's youthful spirit had him dashing about and welcoming friends everywhere he turned. I keep an eye on the little guy, making sure he doesn't bump into anyone.
While I was hunting for canned corn, he wanders off to another aisle where an elderly lady is coming.
He cheerfully introduced himself, and she gently scolds him saying he should not be wandering about on his own.
I thought she hadn't noticed me nearby and beckoned Ryan to return, who duly did, spinning around with four-year-old cheer; entertaining even in a supermarket aisle.
As I tried to move on, I noticed the lady kept blocking my path. Annoyed, yet patient, I tried to manoeuvre around, which she recurrently blocked. She then upped the ante. She accused me of child abduction, saying that because I'm Mexican and Ryan is white, I must have been attempting to kidnap him.
While my son clung on to me, frightened by the commotion, the lady leapt, grabbed him, and started to bolt with him. Left shocked, I found my footing and sprinted after her. Alerted by my cries, store staff intervened, stopping her from escaping.
She then attempted to say Ryan was her grandchild, which he adamantly refused.
By this point, a manager arrived. It was a full-on scene now. The woman falsely accused me of kidnapping Ryan. I showed the manager photos on my phone as evidence of our relationship, which the lady questioned.
Two other women surprisingly joined in, cementing her lies against me. One even called the authorities. In light of the unfolding chaos, I hurriedly rang my wife, urgently requesting her presence to help
Upon arriving, the officers had already started questioning the women. As soon as my wife walked in, Ryan cried out for her, powering up her protective instincts. She demanded them to release Ryan, who they belatedly did while blaming me.
Riled up, she revealed I was her husband and produced her ID and family pictures as proof.
Despite the face-palm moment, the trio's reaction was infuriating. They firmly stuck to their fanciful narrative, claiming my wife and I were involved in a sinister plot. Finally, the manager offered to show the surveillance tape leading to stunned silence amongst the ladies.
Sure enough, the footage confirmed our account, leading to charges against the trio.
Remarkably, the woman wished to press charges, only to find that she ended up facing charges of attempted kidnapping, false imprisonment, filing a false report, child endangerment, and luckily enough, child abuse, as the rough handling had bruised Ryan.
So, a whirlwind day at the supermarket!
3. Should’ve Laid Off The Bottle(s)
So, last week I got home from work, and the first thing I saw was that my shed was wide open and my padlock was broken.
Now, you have to understand, me and my pals are soda aficionados, so I've been collecting cans for about a year—there were a lot of them. And there was a plan to take them to the recycling machine soon because I relish a hefty payout.
In my part of town, you get ten cents a can.
However, I quickly realized it wasn’t just my precious can collection that was missing.
Thieves also took my garden shears, steel rake, couple of shovels, a full gas tank, a power drill, an electric hedge trimmer, even a small electric chainsaw and a machete.
Not sure why, but they didn’t touch my lawnmower, weed whacker, extension cords or my old radio.
While I was puzzled about their choices, I decided to check my security tapes to find the culprits. And what I saw gave me a chill. There were my three teenage nephews, breaking into my shed with their dad's recognizable large hammer.
They were swift. They shattered the lock in no time, loaded their loot and came back for the rest with shopping carts. Not even bothering to close the door when they left.
My sister and brother-in-law refused to believe their sons stole anything from me, despite the evidence.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time those boys robbed me. It started with food and snacks, then moved on to DVDs and video games, and later, anything else they could sneak out. The worst came last year when they broke into my house using my spare key and looted the liquor cabinet...but it gets worse. They relieved themselves in my bathroom, without cleaning the mess.
When I'd confront them and ask for my things back, I'd get fake apologies and was treated like the one in the wrong. The parents never punished them either and often dismissed their behavior with the age-old “boys will be boys” excuse.
So, I decided to install cameras secretly. The sly move paid off when I showed my sister and brother-in-law the footage of their sons stealing from me. However, they seemed angrier at them for skipping school than for robbing me.
Their day out wasn’t without rewards. Those boys managed to cash in nearly $200 at the bottle drop, which they later spent on video games and snacks. I demanded to be reimbursed for that along with the cost of the broken lock from my sister and her husband.
Their reactions varied from anger to making excuses for the boys and eventually being upset with me for wanting my money back when they are already struggling with financial responsibilities.
I told them they now owe me $200 or else I go to the authorities. They asked me to leave, and so, I did, but not before giving them a two-day deadline for compensation.
I recovered the other stolen items, except for the gas. The countless messages from my sister, her husband, and my nephews were a mixture of anger, threats, and more fake apologies.
Even my eldest nephew sent me a picture of himself with a soda can, flipping me off. They weren’t taking my threats of calling the authorities seriously and even blamed me for tempting the boys with the cans in my shed.
Fed up, I went to the station, handed them the stolen lock, footage of the robbery and all the text messages as evidence. I also voiced my concern about the stolen machete. The weekend came and the boys were detained.
They cried when confronted by the law, while their bravado evaporated.
Soon after, my sister and her husband bombarded me with calls again. The boys can't be bailed until Monday and are now facing charges of theft, vandalism, and harassment. Given their pattern, they might be accused of other thefts in the area too. My sister and her husband showed up at my door, but I didn’t open it and warned that I’d call the authorities if they didn’t leave. They kept sending me messages, which I decided to keep for my records.
I have already replaced the broken lock and don't need the money back. But both the parents and their kids need to understand there are consequences. My family supports me in this matter because my nephews have stolen from them too.
Some have even banned those boys from their houses.
4. All This Over A Parking Space
I work as a paramedic and often have to respond to calls from areas with HOAs and apartment buildings. We don't love going to apartment complexes since it's hard to find parking that isn't reserved or in a fire zone.
If we don't find a spot, we're forced to block the driveway. Our team uses emergency responder vehicles and ambulances. The first responder, usually me, tries to make sure we leave enough space for the ambulance.
One particular call had us heading to an apartment complex. As the first responder, I found a parking spot just two apartments away from the unit we were called to by pure luck. This meant I could save room for the ambulance.
But then a man comes out yelling that I can't park there, despite my vehicle's flashing lights. I explained it's a medical emergency but he wouldn't listen. So, I locked my vehicle and headed to answer the call.
While I was inside attending to the patient, an officer arrived. That's when the man had a full-blown hissy fit. The man was still yelling about my parking and even barged into the room where I was treating the patient. I turned to the officer to get this man out from the room. Upon the officer's inquiry, the patient asked for the man to be removed, accusing him of trespassing. This clearly upset the man who insisted he was part of the HOA board and had rights to be there. More officers were called in, providing security so we could safely escort the patient out.
While all this was happening, I was inside the ambulance. As I got off, an officer approached, apologizing for needing another ambulance since they had to taze the man.
Apparently, if someone gets tazed, they need to be taken to the hospital, because those taser prongs need to be surgically removed.
A few weeks later, I learned the man was charged with trespassing, assault on an officer, resisting arrest, and interfering with the scene of an emergency—all over a parking spot that I would've left within 20 minutes if he hadn't caused a scene.
I don't know the final outcome—maybe he made a plea deal, because I was never summoned to testify.
