These Spoiled Brats Are Absolutely Infuriating

There’s nothing that makes our blood boil quite like a spoiled brat. Seeing someone so entitled get so angry over something so stupid will never not be infuriating—but at least sometimes, those selfish jerks get what’s coming to them, and when they do, it’s absolutely amazing. These have people shared their worst—and best—encounters with spoiled brats, and we can’t look away.


1. Happy Now?

One time, I was in line at McDonald’s and a little kid was making a list of demands to his mom, saying that he wants all the menu items. The mom says no, you are only getting a Happy Meal. The kid then whines and says he wants more items. Mom says “No, only a Happy Meal.” Eventually, the kid goes “I will get whatever I want and there is nothing you can do about it!”

Mom says nothing. Then the kid starts twisting around the bar that guides the line queue and the pathetic mother is like “Stop Timmy, stop, Tiiiiiimy” while the kid ignores her. Finally, it’s their turn to order. The kid says nothing, but the mother orders everything the kid demanded earlier PLUS a Happy Meal. I was so frustrated that I left the building and got into the drive-thru line.

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2. Where There’s a Will, There’s a Brat

He was 25 years old when I knew him. His father owned oilfields. He had a credit card that he used for anything and everything, which his parents paid the balance on every month. He never even kept track of what was charged on it, just bought whatever caught his fancy. He openly and shamelessly admitted that he had offered his college professor money to give him a passing grade.

One day, he was cranky about something and said something I will never forget for as long as I live. He genuinely meant it too. He said, “I wish my parents would just die, so I could have their money. Why should I have to wait?”

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3. I Know You Are, But What Am I?

Every time I end up stuck in a checkout line with whiny, crying little children where the parents of said whiny little brat aren’t doing a thing, I will calmly turn to the brat and repeat whatever they are crying about back at them, in the exact same tone, at full volume. “MOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYY, I WANT IT I WANT IT IWANTITIWANTITIWANTITIWANTIT!!!!!”

That coming from a fully-grown woman and directed at a squalling brat will shut the kid up so fast, you wouldn’t believe it. Of course, the entire checkout line then awkwardly avoids eye contact with me for the rest of the trip, but I have a smartphone so it’s all good. And, bonus: now I don’t have to listen to any crying children. I’ll call that a win.

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4. Stupidhead Is Not So Stupid

I witnessed some great creative punishment while was standing in line at a major supermarket. In front of me was a woman and a small girl (about 4), and in front of them was a young mother, with a small boy (about 3). The little boy asked his mother for a candy bar, and was told “No.” The little boy then asked for a candy bar again, and he was told “No” again. I was getting a headache so this was extra annoying.

So at this point, he decided to have a temper tantrum. He threw himself on the ground, cried, screamed, called his mother a “stupidhead,” amongst all of the classic tantrum behavior. So, his mother then whispered to the mother standing behind her and they smiled, all while this little boy was so upset about being denied a candy bar. I was confused—but then their devious plan was set into motion.

His mother then took a candy bar from the shelf and put it in her cart. The boy was happy upon witnessing this, and his tantrum stopped. The mother and son went through the checkout and paid. The mother then turned around and handed the candy bar to the little girl behind her in line. She looked directly at her son and said, “Children who behave are rewarded, and children who throw tantrums and embarrass their mothers get nothing.”

She turned around on her heel and walked away from the boy, who was left silent with his jaw gaping. A bunch of us broke out in applause. It was brilliant.

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5. Shop Till You Drop

While I was out shopping with a friend, there was this little brat running around in the store. His mom was nowhere to be found, and he was just running wild and knocking over stacks of shirts, screaming at the top of his lungs, just acting like a complete and total brat. This went on for at least 5 excruciating minutes, all during the time we’re in the line to pay for our items.

Then, we see him running full speed towards us. My friend has had it with this little jerk, so she came up with an ingenious plan. The moment he hit us, she turns around with her newly purchased items and whacks the bag straight into him. The kid immediately starts screaming and crying. We hightailed it out of there, but I have no remorse whatsoever. Honestly, it felt great.

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6. More Than They Bargained For

There was a kid in my fraternity whose parents were literally billionaires. We actually had a couple of them, but this kid was just dumb rich. For making the Dean’s List one semester, his parents let him get any car he wanted under $100,000. I am not making this up. Well, the kid’s response to this was incredibly disturbing.

He got enraged because the customized package he wanted on his Jaguar F Type made it over $100,000 and his parents wouldn’t let him have it. At first. After enough protest from this brat, his parents said “fine.” At least I got to drive it sometimes though; it was a sick car. For what it’s worth, the Dean’s List is NOT easy to get on at my school. Still, this kid still doesn’t realize how lucky he is.

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7. Free Childcare

My friend graduated college with an engineering degree and had a great job making tons of money, but then quit because a guy whistled at her. After that, she worked as a waitress for 20 hours a week and got pregnant. Her parents bought her a house with the expectation that she would pay to rent. This did not go to plan.

She stayed at this house (which is beautiful, by the way) for six months and never paid once. Meanwhile, her baby daddy lost his job and spent the rest of his days playing video games. She got into an argument with her parents and moved in with her boyfriend’s parents instead. She then got into an argument with them and tried to move back home.

Here’s the crazy part—her parents let her…rent-free, utilities paid for, and they now watch her baby too.

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8. A Mother’s Love

During one of my substitute teaching assignments, I had the pleasure of meeting the most spoiled teenager I had ever encountered before. Conrad was spoiled in the way only children of rich divorced parents can be. Conrad was spoiled because his parents thought that material goods and money would buy his affection.

On the first day of this particular sub-job, Conrad informed me he didn’t have to do his work since he would just get his father to pay the teacher “a buttload of money” and he would get an A. I stated I didn’t care what he did as long as he did not disturb his classmates, and then he wrote his comments in my sub notes.

He was placated for the day and dinked around on his cell phone until the period ended. The second day really showed Conrad’s true colors. He was “working” with a group of his friends, but he spent the entire time continuously talking about how much he hated his mom because she bought him a used 2013 Ford Focus for his 16th birthday instead of a brand-new BMW that he wanted.

I told him that I would love it if my parents gifted me any vehicle, to which he commented, “Of course you would. You’re a teacher and poor.” I told him to get back to work and if I caught him off-task again, he would need to work alone. He was fine after that. On the third and final day of my assignment, Conrad was in an absolute tizzy about something his mother had done.

Probably the BMW thing. I didn’t know or care…until I heard the horrific words coming out of his mouth. he kept commenting on how he was going to sabotage his mother’s plane so  that “the witch would fall out of the sky and die.” I told him to rein in those comments as they were not appropriate for school. I left him with his group to continue their work from the previous day.

Approximately five minutes later, I heard nervous laughter coming from Conrad’s group. He had his phone out and was showing the group something on it. I walked over and asked to see what was causing such a fuss. Conrad, the idiot, showed me his Snapchat story, which consisted of a picture he took of his mother with an emoji gun pointed at her head.

I sent him to the office to talk to the school social worker and the school resource officer. All because this kid didn’t get a BMW.

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9. Daddy’s Little Girl

This girl I dated was overly concerned with me becoming successful. It was very strange. She said I needed to make at least $75k a year if we were to get married. I laughed so hard when she said this, and we even had a huge argument about how most people actually don’t make that kind of money. But there was another reason I laughed, and it’s totally outrageous.

This girl had literally never worked a day in her entire life, and her parents paid for everything. She had a debit card that her parents put a few grand into every month. I’ll never forget the first time we went to the mall—as we walked by a jeweler, she said she forgot Mother’s Day was coming, so she randomly picked a set of earrings and spat out her card.

No haggling on price, no looking at it. Basically, her mother paid for her own Mother’s Day present. Also, when I wanted to go out to eat, I told her it was tough for me because I had just paid rent…yet, a day later, she asked me if I wanted to the mall again. She’s now in med school, mostly on loans, and she always complains about how hard it is.

I told her it’s going to be even harder for her to pay off $200k in debt when she has no idea how to even look at a financial statement. Oh and one last thing. She applied for a credit card, bought $2k worth of stuff…and hasn’t paid for four months now. And that one day of work she did? It was four hours, and her father overpaid her for it.

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10. Child Services

My ex’s niece. They got her a car—she wrecked it. So they got her another one. She wrecked that one. And so on. There were about four cars they got her, one right after the other, during the years I was with her uncle. Oh! And speaking of “one right after the other,” one guess what else that applied to? Her kids.

She had three little kids, back-to-back, whom she never took care of, and used to foist off onto her mother to take care of. Oh, and she never had a job, she’d just live there and sponge off the parents. “Well, why can’t you get a job, Donna?” “Because I have three kids I have to stay home and take care of.” But your mother does that because you ignore them.

As soon as the littlest one would be big enough to go to school, leaving her no excuse to not get a job, she’d pop out another one—and there you go! Can’t possibly get a job with an infant to take care of! Except her mother would take care of that kid, too. So she and her three little children had free room, board, and child care while this girl went out partying, and if she wrecked the car they gave her, they just bought her a new one.

This had been going on from the time she was 16, when I started dating her uncle, until she was 25 when I broke up with him. I don’t know if it’s still going on, but probably.

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11. Regan, Is That You?

I offered to help some friends out and watch their children for a short period. Their nanny had quit unexpectedly and they didn’t have a new one lined up. I found out why the nanny quit on day one. Dad was home, but worked nights, so I was in charge (5 am to 9 pm) and expected to keep the kids (3.5 and under 1) quiet, fed, clean, occupied, and perform some minor household chores: wash dishes, tidy up toys, fold laundry, dust, start dinner. etc.

This was for $100/wk because that was what they paid their previous live-in above her room and board and visa expenses. The one-year-old was the Easiest Baby Ever (TM). No fussing, no crying, happy all the time, easy to feed and get changed, loved baths. The 3.5-year-old, however, made me consider a tubal. And possibly an exorcism.

She had apparently never had the previous nannies tell her no, so she had been allowed to ride roughshod over them and the household pretty much since she was born. She told her mom I shut a cabinet door on her hand because I picked her up and removed her from the kitchen pantry where she was climbing shelves to get to the junk food.

She threatened to call “Dramma and Drampa” on me repeatedly until I handed her the phone to do it, then screamed and threw it at me because I wouldn’t dial it for her. Tried to kick me in the shins for serving nutritious meals and not just chips and cookies all day. Took a pair of scissors and threatened to cut the baby’s hair off and tell their parents I had done it.

When all the various intimidations didn’t work, she tried screaming to get her way. Twice, she woke her father up with an ear-piercing, bloodcurdling scream, then tearfully told him I was “beewing mean” and demanded I get fired. Dad pitched a fit, swatted her on the butt and went back to bed after telling me to do my freaking job and keep her quiet so he could sleep.

But it gets worse. All this was in the two weeks I covered them while the service got a new nanny. The new nanny quit after three days. According to what the little beast’s mom told me when she begged me to come back and nanny for them again, the girl had ruined their dining table the first day by fingerpainting on it with honey, chocolate syrup, pancake syrup, and Nesquik powder.

Day two, she dragged a bucket into the living room to “shampoo” the baby’s hair while the nanny was making lunch—and dumped the entire bucket, plus an entire bottle of baby shampoo, over the baby’s head. She nearly drowned the baby, ruined the living room carpet and shorted out the TV. Off to a great start her.

Day three, the nanny had put both kids down for their afternoon nap, and came in to find the elder girl standing over the baby’s crib with a pair of scissors, getting ready to stab the baby in the face. That was when she woke the father up, quit, packed her bags and walked out. Of course, they blamed all of this on the nanny’s lack of attentiveness and lax discipline.

In hindsight, I feel kind of bad for her…no boundaries, no attention, no mental stimulation. What do you expect?

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12. Mo Money, Less Problems (For Me)

I have a cousin who racked up $40K in student loan debt, and during this time thought it was a good idea to spend months following U2 around Europe for one of their tours. She asked my grandfather, a man who was raised during the Great Depression and worked his butt off just to become solidly middle class, to pay off those loans so she could buy a house.

The funny thing is, my grandfather would have helped her in any way he could if he felt she wasn’t just taking advantage of him. He helped me buy a car, helped some of my other cousins purchase a home, would gift you a new washer if yours broke, and was always there for our family in general. After he turned her down, she got revenge in the worst way possible.

She was so angry, she refused to let my grandparents see their great-grandchild for several years. Yeah, great move there.

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13. Laser Sharp Revenge

Once at a laser tag birthday party, there was a 12-13-year-old little jerk following people around and shooting them over and over. Every time the vest and gun would come back on, he’d go to town and shoot you multiple times. He’d follow the same players everywhere. He kept doing it to one of my friends and me, and even did it to my friend’s little brother despite multiple warnings.

After the second time telling him to stop, I checked him to the ground…and ripped a huge fart right on his head. It was perfectly timed—but it got even better. He cried and told his parents I had been mean to him, but I just told him he was following us around and then tripped and fell. They bought it and apologized for their child. Awesome.

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14. A Little Humble Pie

Back when I was a waitress, I worked at this BBQ joint that had really narrow, awkwardly arranged tables so I always had to lean a bit over to serve the food. Anyhow, there was this table with a really obnoxious 4-year-old who kept grabbing at everything: My hands, my clothes, the tray I was serving from. He even untied my apron and my pens and cash flew everywhere. This went all through the whole meal.

Meanwhile, the parents didn’t do a thing about it. In fact, the dad said it served me right for taking a job in food service. Total jerks, all of them, and I knew I wasn’t getting a decent tip. So towards the end of their meal, they order dessert—peanut butter silk pie, which is ooey-gooey sticky pie heaven. I knew just what to do.

I make sure to cover it in an extra mound of whipped cream and balance it precariously on the side of my tray, counter-balanced with a couple of soda refills for the parents. Sure enough, when I got to the table, the little jerk made a grab for the tray and everything conveniently capsized all over him and his parents.

They were covered in diet coke, whipped cream, and the stickiest peanut putter pie you can imagine. I looked appropriately shocked and then said “I am SO sorry. Guess that’s what happens when you have kids.” Even managed to make it back to the kitchen before I cracked up, along with most of our staff. Serves them right.

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15. Boys Will Be Boys

Our neighbor had 2 children, a boy (8) and a girl (6). Trust me when I say that the boy was the most spoiled brat I’ve ever seen in the entirety of the 17 years of my life. I used to hear about the stereotypes on how Indian mothers coddle their sons too much, but this boy’s mother is on an entirely different and utterly terrifying level.

He would throw tantrums all the time if his wishes weren’t fulfilled, thrashing on the floor, whining, threatening that he will hurt us. He locked our front door (old houses have locks outside, too) once, and my entire family was late to where they were going. If he was asked to do anything by his elders, he’d reply, “No, I am a boy. Boys don’t need to do housework. Girls need to do such things.”

Then he’d drag his sister over and make her do it. Everyone just laughed, uncomfortably or not, I will never know. His mother just used to say, “Well, he will grow up. After all, he is my darling son.” The mother always put her son’s wishes first. I pitied her daughter, she wore the hand-me-downs of the brother, they were faded and sometimes they were even torn. She was scolded a lot too.

We moved away later. I sometimes wonder how the daughter’s doing. I hope she is fine and has left the family for good. Though, I guess she will just be married off as the family is extremely conservative. Poor kid.

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16. Color Me Unimpressed

I got my brother a $300 drawing tablet when I was in college. It was the most money I’d ever spent on one thing, but I wanted him to have it. Cue my rich friend who’d just gotten a really nice Wacom for her birthday guilt-tripping me and saying hers isn’t good enough and she wants one like I got for him. That I’m a bad friend for not doing it.

It got to the point where I almost felt bad for not considering her—a soon-to-be-famous comic artist in her mind—over my brother, who just likes to draw sometimes. Then I grew a pair and asked if she thought I was going to buy her a tablet too, because I wasn’t. She was a brat who got whatever she so much as looked at because her parents were rich, while I was a full-time student and not poor by any means, but also not making any money.

That had been a HUGE expense for me. Sometime later, we were goofing around in a Discord call and, as part of a joke that really wasn’t all that funny to start with, she slammed her leg onto the table in front of her, knocking an open water bottle onto her Wacom and nearly ruining it. I almost wish it had done the trick.

Maybe that would’ve taught her to appreciate what she had, but more than likely she would’ve just replaced it within the week.

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17. Wax on, Screw off

I teach karate, and every once in a while there are super spoiled kids who come. One girl is spoiled because her mom is the greatest example of a Karen that I have ever seen. One night during our normal class time (40-minutes long from warm-up to bowing out, mind you), she asked to get a drink because she was thirsty. But she wasn’t coughing, sick, exhausted, or anything that would indicate she needed a drink right that second.

It’s also a well-known rule that once they’re on the mats, they can’t leave unless it’s an emergency. She asked my co-worker, and he said no because the class was going to end in 10 minutes anyway. She didn’t listen to him and left the mats anyway to get a drink. When she came back, he told her how she didn’t follow directions and left the mats without permission. He wasn’t yelling or anything, just being stern because she wasn’t listening.

She started crying and her mom threw a fit too to our boss to get him fired for disrespecting and humiliating her daughter in front of the whole class. No one noticed the situation and even if they did, it wasn’t that serious. I’m still amazed to this day this was all because she didn’t follow the rules and got in trouble for it.

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18. Cruising for a Bruising

I had an old co-worker I was supervisor over at a concert venue (parking). This freaking kid, he was like maybe 19 or 20. For his 18th birthday, his parents bought him a brand new, top of the line Lexus. He wrecked it within a month. Then his parents bought him a Jeep Wrangler, which they also had outfitted with all the spotlights, rock lights, etc.

Then, like a year ago, his parents bought him another new Lexus. The spoiled child part is when he posts stuff on social like, “Have to drive the Lexus today, wish I could be in my Jeep” or “I miss my Lexus but I took the Jeep today” sort of stuff. It’s so weird and humble braggy but also super spoiled. Makes my blood boil.

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19. Flying Too Close to the Sun

While teaching in Japan, one kid was just a little devil. He had no respect for me or the other students. I spoke with my office about this several times, because I felt he was a danger to the other students, but I was told it’s Japanese culture to let their kids go wild during childhood because they would soon be under enormous stress once they hit junior high.

Well, this little brat was being particularly annoying one day, and actually shoves a little girl, who just falls face first to the floor and smashes her forehead against the ground. These students are only about four to five years old. When I saw what he’d done, I checked on the girl and saw she had a massive welt, at least the size of a golf ball, if not bigger, swelling up on her forehead.

I call my office to report the incident, while restraining the kid, who proceeds to dig his nails into my arm, which actually draws blood. All they say is try your best for the rest of the lesson and we can try to let the mom of the girl know what’s happened. I knew I had to do something. Long story short, we end up drawing pictures at the end of class, and he decides to make a paper air plane instead.

He started to throw it around and was laughing and having a great time. This is when I ruined his day in the best way possible. I snatched it from him and crumpled the paper right there as he looked at me, then I threw it in the trash. The kid loses his mind and just cries uncontrollably for the last few minutes of class. No regrets.

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20. What Are Friends For?

Let me tell you about a fellow I’ve known for almost 30 years, who has yet to grow up. We’ll call him “Brad.” Brad is from a very wealthy family, courtesy of his dad’s government work. For some reason, his parents fell in love with the small town I’m from and moved the family from the big city to our flyspeck, nowhere town.

When they first moved, they had Brad and his brother in a private school, but they eventually moved them to a public school. A mutual friend introduced me to him and he ended up in a lot of my classes. We bonded together over comic books and RPGs. Brad’s parents were incredibly free with their money toward their sons.

There were literally entire rooms of their house devoted to everything the kids bought. In high school, I worked out that Brad was getting around $500 a month to buy comics and video games with. After high school, his parents paid for the entirety of his college education. During his four years of college, he had a job for one day, which his father got him.

After college, he moved back to the area, his boyfriend in tow. His family supported both of them in an apartment for several months before he finally landed a job. I don’t know whether his father helped him get the job, but the fact that he bragged about sleeping at his desk regularly makes me suspect he helped him find employment. Then things changed for the worse.

His brother, who was always the favored son, got spoiled even further. They gave him a house, among other things, and the gravy train Brad once had begun to dry up. As a result, Brad turned very bad. You see, in Brad’s mind, since his parents are no longer subsidizing his life, it’s up to the rest of the world to bend over backward for him.

You’re out to eat with him and you have leftovers? You should give them all to him. You’ve got a new computer game or e-format book he wants? You should make him a copy. You’re playing an RPG? You should memorize exactly how his character works and tell him what he can do each round so he can beat the game without really trying.

You have a family emergency and can’t make it to an event he’s at? You should ignore your flesh and blood and come out with him anyway. For more years than I can remember, anytime anyone refused one of his self-serving demands, he would get enraged, sometimes to the point of throwing things or leaving in a huff.

Without fail, he would shout “SCREW YOU!” at the top of his lungs, at a decibel level you would never expect from a man his size. Eventually, we all got tired of his behavior, and one night, as he began a tantrum, everyone present shouted: “SCREW YOU!” at him in perfect unison, even mimicking the gestures he made.

He mellowed after that. I cut him out of my life for several years, for reasons related to his boyfriend. He’s been reappearing in my circle of friends for the last year, though he frequently ghosts them. I understand he’s out with his parents whenever he does this, and I suspect he’s hoping to become the favorite son again.

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21. Spitting Distance

While I was at a zoo, I kept seeing this one group of people walking around. Their kid was wild with energy. He would throw things, like popcorn, at everything. Me included. Even though I asked his parents several times to get it under control, nothing changed. Then I took a left when they went right and thought that was the end of it, but a bit later we were next to each other again.

I was hoping the kid had settled down, but he was just as loud and obnoxious as ever. So we were in front of the camels and I said to him, “Hey kid, come here and look at this.” For those who don’t know, camels spit. And this kid started throwing popcorn at the camel and yelling at it. Suddenly the camel had enough and let out a huge loogie.

It covered the side of the kid’s face and was running down onto his shirt. It was glorious. He started crying and yelling, ran over to his parents, and told them I made the camel spit on him. His dad started yelling at him and said, “Are you bothering that man again?” He then got a swat on the seat of the pants and they left the zoo.

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22. Don’t Meet Your Heroes

I worked at a Toys R Us twice doing seasonal work around the big holidays, like Christmas and such. Anyway, you have to find ways to amuse yourself and keep from going totally insane with all the bratty kids and exasperated parents. So I did one pretty awful thing that I nonetheless have absolutely no remorse for.

I was scheduled to work the first shift on Black Friday, and they made me wear the Geoffrey the Giraffe costume. First rule is, don’t talk. Dance, pose for photos, and keep your mouth shut. Basically, don’t ruin it for the kids. But this particularly bratty kid kept punching me “down there” while I was posing with him for the photo. I was in the suit, but it still hurt. Wouldn’t cut it out, so after the photo was taken, I got my revenge.

I knelt down, got my giraffe head at his eye level, and whispered, “Your parents told me not to say anything, but you were adopted.” That little punk started wailing so loud, crying his eyes out. Best part was, the parents complained, but since I was in costume and they had just hired a bunch of new people, they had no idea who had done it.

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23. Justice Is Just Around the Corner

I used to lifeguard while in high school at a community pool with a big twisty water slide. There was always a guard at the slide for safety and what not, and one of the things we had to watch for were those kid’s bathing suits with the built-in lifejacket. Due to the life jacket, inevitably the kids would end up hitting their heads pretty hard against the walls of the slide around the twists. Like, every time.

So one day, a boy wearing a lifejacket suit wants to go down the slide while I’m on duty. I told him that he wasn’t allowed due to the risk of injury. Five minutes later, the boy’s mom comes up to me and starts yelling about how I wouldn’t let her kid on the slide. So I calmly explain our policy due to past incidents, but she’s having none of it.

The whole time, the kid was standing behind his mom with this smug look, like he knew he was going to get what he wants. So after a few minutes of this, I gave up and just said, “Fine go down the slide. Prove me wrong.” Sure enough, as he’s about halfway down, I hear two loud bangs as he gets thrown around in the slide.

As soon as he exits the slide, he starts crying. I, of course, would have administered first aid (give him an ice pack) because it’s my job, but the mom just grabbed him, still crying, and left without making eye contact with anyone. I know it was probably more of the mom’s fault than the kid’s, but wiping that look off his face was incredibly gratifying.

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24. Served

A couple of years ago I had a study group going for a college course. We were usually together for a good three or four hours, so it was pretty common for someone to volunteer to go get food for everyone. Since they were the person getting us food, we would all kick in a little extra so that the person getting the food didn’t have to pay for theirs. Colloquially, “If you fly, I’ll buy.”

So, one day one of the girls in the group announces she’s going to Dunkin’ Donuts about an hour into the study session. I look up and say, “Ooh, I’ll buy if you fly,” and she looks at me like I’ve grown an extra appendage. Then she scoffs the most disgusting response I’ve ever heard. She says in this really disgusted tone, “I don’t bring food to other people. Servants do that.”

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25. Feeling: Insulted

My friend sticks her neck out to get her sister a job at a plant making $19.00 an hour to start. This is a woman with no education, no skills, and three kids. She had been beamed up from minimum wage nightmares for her one big break in life. She was one of those people who was always selling a $5 item on Facebook. You’d think she’d be thrilled, right? Wrong.

This piece of work quit in two hours and then IMMEDIATELY took to Facebook to justify it. She claimed she had “too much education” for this job when she spent five years trying to get an associate’s and never did. She called the job AN INSULT TO HER INTELLIGENCE! For God’s sake. I know people whose families are thriving working at this same place.

She doesn’t have two nickels to rub together, and she’s insulted by the job. I just found it so disgustingly condescending considering I have a lot of blue-collar friends who are smarter and more successful than she’ll ever be.

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26. Say My Title

Back in the day when I first began to do fieldwork, I met someone who just got his PhD. While we were out there, an old friend who he hasn’t seen in years came up to him and greeted him using his first name. His insane response blew my mind. He actually stopped the person in the middle of their sentence and said, “Excuse me, my name is Dr… ___,” and he was absolutely serious.

This was about ten years ago and I now have a PhD but I wouldn’t imagine doing that to anyone. Really, the only people that refer to me as Dr. are my students or if I am at a conference or something and that is absolutely fine by me.

suchascenicworld

27. Making Waves in Thailand

Someone I know had booked a post-Christmas vacation in southern Thailand in 2004. If that doesn’t already ring a bell, let me remind you that this was probably one of the worst times in the history of mankind to go there. She arrived the day after the tsunami…and got super mad about the hotel being destroyed and her tour operator not being able to offer a proper replacement. Then she took it to the next level.

She also tried suing the hotel and operator, but to no avail. Like, what the heck is wrong with you?  What part of human decency don’t you understand? Over 200k people have had their lives ended and all you freaking spoiled brats care about is that you won’t be able to stay in your five-star hotel? Worst of all, she told me all this herself, probably looking for confirmation or something.

CeterumCenseo85

28. Yes Man

My half-brother is ridiculous. His mother was so proud that she raised him, birth to teens, without ever chastising him or punishing him. His adoptive father was meek enough to go along with his wife’s “parenting.” My half-brother never had time-outs or talks about the wrongs he committed. Not once in his household. Oh, he was a jerk.

I was made to play with him because we were kind of the same age, though I tried to get out of it constantly. He was a terror at school from day one. Even in high school, he didn’t have any discipline. He did stuff like shoot sharp pencils and bits of glass at other students. Funny story: Once, he missed so badly that he shot himself in the eyeball.

I laughed more than I should have at that. I think his teacher did too.

Mec26

29. Kiss My Rich Butt

Let me tell you about Rebecca. She’s now a single mom who works as a lawyer for a big phone company. Rebecca is the youngest child with a large gap between her siblings, so she’s basically an only child. Here are a few things that happened in the year we were friends: Her mom would always buy her Cadillacs and she would wreck them within six to eight months.

She worked at two different locations of the chain restaurant we worked at together. She has been fired from one of the locations twice and the other (where we met) four times. Why? She always showed up to work three hours late and was never in uniform. This meant she would spend another hour in the restroom getting ready once she got to work.

The only reason she even worked there, to begin with, was that her mom wouldn’t pay for her breast implantations. She eventually did earn enough to get them, but they are not very good. Typically, after she gets fired, she’ll wait until there are new managers at the store, apply, and get hired again.

Let’s fast forward a bit to college: Rebecca is on track to get her undergrad. She’s currently 24, but she cannot pass most of her undergrad classes. She has stated multiple times that she expects the university to pay for her DOCTORATE degree that she will complete by the time she is 26. A doctorate degree in two years without being able to pass undergrad classes? Okay. Oh, but it gets better.

She mailed the same university requesting them to buy a multi-million dollar mansion for her so that she can start an orphanage. She sent links to the mansion in the email. When she didn’t get any response from the university, she emailed Harvard instead. She posted the email on Snapchat and the first line read something like, “I know I don’t have the best grades, but I would be a great addition to the community!”

Harvard has not responded. Her mom eventually bought her a very large house in a nice neighborhood so she could get away from her “controlling” boyfriend. All he did was ask her to get a job and pay her part of the bills, so she begged her mom to buy her a house. The last I heard, she ran her car into the boyfriend’s house and then texted him saying, “Hope you like the new decor, kiss my rich butt.”

poppycolovegod

30. Double the Displeasure

An old friend of mine and his family are loaded. They constantly get the newest car, most massive house, multiple out-of-country vacations a year first-class, and he’ll get the most expensive tickets possible for concerts. Plus, mommy and daddy would never say no. So when the iPhones/ and iPod touches were blowing up, he asked for a very specific color and GB for the iPod touch.

It was near Christmas and they were sold out EVERYWHERE. His mom was so disappointed that she went overboard with a ridiculous gesture. She paid a lady at the mall DOUBLE the price of the newest iPhone max GB while she was walking out so he could get something similar since she couldn’t find the exact make and model that he really wanted for Christmas.

Fast forward to Christmas Day, he opened the box and was so peeved it wasn’t what he wanted that he slammed it onto the floor, saying that it wasn’t what he asked for. It was DESTROYED. Then he called her a witch (but worse) and left to go to his room without opening the rest of his presents. Truly unbelievable.

The mom then had a breakdown and went to the mall again to ask for what he wanted for the next few weeks until yet again, someone had just bought one and she paid double to gift it for him again. That was the last time we ever spoke, and from what I hear, he has no job, still lives with mom and dad, no high school diploma, upgrades his Mercedes every year, and decided that he’s going to be a rapper or nothing at all.

LegacyWRX

31. Be Careful What You Wish for

I threw a fit when I was ten. My parents decided they’d get my brothers and I snowboards for Christmas. My brothers were super into it, but I showed little interest. Christmas Day, I got a Walmart “fake” (my word) snowboard while my brothers both got really nice “real” ones. I got angry, started crying, and my brothers rightfully called me an ungrateful jerk.

The next week, my parents relented and got me a “real snowboard” that I was too heavy and uncoordinated to effectively use. I strapped what amounted to $275 worth of snowboard to my feet no more than three times. I kept the snowboard, mostly as a reminder that you don’t need to be rich to be spoiled.

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32. Strapped for Cash

Spoiled child syndrome that bled into adulthood. I work at a collection agency, and this one guy racked up a 200k debt. Thing is, anything of that size we had to go over the person’s financials. That’s when I learned the infuriating truth. It turns out that dude got 60k A MONTH from his father. A month. He got more in a month than I do in a year. But, I still followed procedures.

He claimed huge amounts for expenses. Didn’t add up to the 60k though, only 20k a month. Dude could pay off his debt in half a year. He then informs me that he can’t afford the 40k monthly payment, as he is renovating his house. And spending all of that 40k each month on said renovations. Just so, so ridiculously spoiled and actively stupid too.

Fireblast1337

33. Nice Try There, Cupcake

Hosted and gave a lecture to a cooking group (+ kids), and as a thank you for this free event, the organizers gave me some cupcakes they had baked during the workshop. One of the kids started screaming at me that she wanted the cupcakes and almost pulled the plate from my hands. The mother very softly said that those were meant for me.

The kid shouted while stamping her foot, “But I want them, she [meaning me] doesn’t want them.” The mother just looked ashamed and did not say anything further while the kid ran off angry. It’s not about the worth of the cupcakes, more about the sheer confidence in the kid’s eyes that I would hand the thank-you gift I had just gotten over to her, just because she wanted them.

Danifilthfreak

34. A Good Life If You Can Get It

I had a friend in high school who turned out to be a total witch. Luckily for her, her boyfriend was constantly waiting on her hand and foot. It was absolutely ridiculous. She convinced him to join the navy (so she could travel the world with him) and to buy her a cell phone then pay the monthly bill. He’d also buy her clothes every time he came to visit from boot camp and they’d go out to eat at fancy restaurants.

When she graduated high school, he proposed to her, but she only said yes if he adhered to certain conditions. First, he had to buy her a brand new car, a puppy, a giant ring, and a trip to Spain. She also refused to live at the free housing the Navy provided because she thought it was ugly. So she forced him to pay for an apartment that was greatly out of their budget. Oh, she also refuses to work for more than 20 hours a week.

PerfectChaos33

35. The Wrong Woman

Growing up, I was called a spoiled brat constantly. If I didn’t get a toy I wanted, I would throw a tantrum, but my mom would always stand firm. I don’t remember throwing a tantrum beyond four or five years old for something like that; not that my relatives knew I did in the first place.

I also didn’t have too much as a kid—any big toys I had were gifted as Christmas presents. When I did get new toys, they were always cheap toys like Matchbox cars. My mom didn’t have a job since she was a mature student and my dad had passed a few months before I was born, so we were pretty darn poor.

I remember I would have no snacks once a week because there were only six packs of chips in the big bags, so I would get incredibly hungry on those days. I used to complain about this because my grandparents were constantly buying my cousins big, expensive toys. I asked them why I couldn’t have the same things since they were my grandparents, too. Then I realized the heartbreaking truth.

I didn’t understand back then that they didn’t want me—the way they treated me was all I knew. It sucked. My cousins got big new toys weekly and would destroy them. Meanwhile, I would be told I had too many toys when, in reality, I just kept the stuff I got since I was a baby in good condition.

As my cousins got older, they started getting big, expensive things. I was lucky to just get a card at Christmas. My birthday didn’t even exist. I ended up not even getting a cake. Their excuse for skipping my birthday was that it was too close to Christmas. The kicker? My cousins’ birthday was actually closer to Christmas, but it didn’t count because it came after the holiday.

When I got older, my mom got a job, and by the age of eight or nine, I was getting myself to and from school. I also didn’t need a babysitter, so my mom was able to give me pocket money. I would do chores, like wash the car, clean the windows, vacuum the house, keep my room tidy, etc., to get this pocket money.

When my cousins found out I was earning an allowance, they told me that I was a spoiled brat. It was a completely fair system, but not to my relatives. As if they weren’t getting brand new games for their consoles all the time… one each for both of them, which cost $30 or more. I got $20 a month, max. At this point, we were still not making much money.

My mom was still paying off the house and I wore her friend’s son’s hand-me-downs because clothes were expensive. I think I owned one or two things beyond underwear. No real girls’ clothes, though. At 11, my cousin and I went to the same school. I saw him once and he started yelling that I was a spoiled brat to his friends.

Someone asked him why, and he answered that I got $5 a week for doing chores. His friend’s reaction was priceless. He said he got the same money as me and actually stood up for me. As we got older, I had nothing to do with my relatives. I rarely ever saw them. My cousin said he didn’t want us—particularly me—at their house anymore, so I was essentially kicked out of the family along with my mom.

My mom was angry at me over it and blamed me for the falling out, but it wasn’t my fault. When I was 17, I got myself a job. I needed money. My mom stopped paying for everything: food, clothes, training, etc. Anything I wanted, I had to buy myself; although she failed to tell me she was getting $160 a month from my dad’s pension that should have been mine.

She kept it hidden from me…until I found the letters. After I found them, I bought myself a computer and got Internet at home. This only made it worse. Now, my cousins and some jerks from my school decided it was fun to attack me online. I didn’t get any peace at school, and mom had gone completely nuts on me at home, so I had no peace anywhere.

The few minutes a day that got to spend online was my escape until they invaded. I saw they were harassing me in a forum I went on, posting stuff about me. One comment stuck with me. They said I wasn’t the spoiled brat anymore; I was the poor kid who couldn’t even afford internet service. That hurt. I always thought it must be nice to have parents who buy anything you ask them to buy.

Food, clothes, cars, motorbikes, computers, phones, Internet, insurance—their parents bought them pretty much everything. They had changed their tune because they had more than me and they finally knew it. I remember warning my grandparents that they were being manipulated before I was shut out, but they wouldn’t listen. I was the bad kid; the one they never wanted.

When my granddad was getting too old, he couldn’t look after the house. He claimed my cousins were looking after his house, buying him food, etc., but the real story was devastating.  He lived in squalor because they weren’t taking care of him, and my mom and her brothers had to go in and clean the house up.

Meanwhile, when he got really sick, my cousins vanished. They didn’t go visit him, didn’t help clean the house, etc. When he passed, they found out just how much they were taking from him. It was an insane amount of possessions and money that they were pilfering. Oh, and my aunt and cousins also screamed at me at the funeral because I stood too close to them with my mom and they didn’t like it.

This happened right when my granddad was being lowered into the ground. I just walked away, because now everyone finally saw who they really were and that I wasn’t the bad guy. Although I earned everyone’s respect, unfortunately, it was too late. I was 21 and they weren’t my family; none of them were. I was just there because I wanted to support my mom. But karma was coming for them.

Now my cousins are both unemployed. They still live with their mother and don’t have any qualifications beyond bad high school grades. They still blame me for their lives being so awful, even though I haven’t seen them since the funeral. Their mother and our grandparents screwed up their lives, and it sucks. The one my age wanted to go into the Navy but he was told he wasn’t allowed, so he gave up and did nothing after school.

The younger one dropped out of college, worked for a year or two, but hasn’t done anything since. My aunt has to work full time now for the first time in her life and she complains about it constantly. There was also the drama of them trying to take everything of value from my grandparents’ house, but everything had been cleared out already.

They didn’t want anything sentimental though—just the expensive stuff—and they threw a tantrum over the TV. Mom was saying they were probably going to try selling it until I said I would take it. I had just moved into my own place, and the big old TV I had literally just fried itself so I had to get a new one. For a year after, my aunt complained about that TV.

It’s been six years since my granddad passed. I’ve still got the TV and love it. It must be well over 10 years old now as well. It’s the only thing I got from his things beyond some old books they were going to throw away, some 60-year-old jigsaws, and this really cool antique wooden jewelry box. I didn’t ask for anything, I got what was leftover and was happy with it.

Zanki

36. Shopping Spree

I used to work at a big chain grocery store, and there would be screaming kids and such, but they’re peanuts compared to this horror story. So this mom and her two sons (6 and probably 13) came in one summer day and the boys just started acting out. They rode in the carts and were crashing into walls or displays. Mom does nothing to quiet them.

They continue to run around the store, causing chaos and irritating customers. When they got to the soda aisle, all heck broke loose. The kids grabbed soda bottles and started shaking them and then opening them. Soda sprayed everywhere and their mom did NOTHING. My manager just had enough and confronted the mom. She called the kids “little brats” and said that she was going to make the mom pay for the sodas that were opened.

The mom refused and said, “I’m not paying for something I’m not going to buy.” People then pointed out the sodas that were opened and the mess her kids made. “They were just having fun!” She yelled, but no one took her side. A uniformed officer happened to be in the store and confronted the mom with the threat of writing a ticket for unpaid merchandise. She then finally paid up, but she left her cart of food behind. My manager then banned her and her brats from the store.

SisterofAussie

37. Happy Endings

I’ll volunteer someone I know, but I think she deserves to be spoiled after everything she went through. She was a teen mom, married at 17, and her husband cheated on her. Without question, she divorced him and he took off. A month after her divorce, she met a man—he seemed nice, but she was not that into him. She tried to ditch this guy after a couple of unsuccessful forced dates.

But he would show up at her house and cry to her mom. During the holiday season, her mom invited the creepy guy over and he proceeded to scream at my friend. Apparently, he had told everyone that she would be attending his family’s Christmas party. As she was not being able to make decisions on her own, she just decided to go with him. She started drinking that night because her mother locked her out of the house and she had to stay at his.

He forced her into intimacy. She got pregnant. She told her mom that couldn’t keep this child, thinking she’d understand that she was just not prepared for one. She tried everything, including seeing doctors in secret. She was even going to move out of her mother’s place.

The creepy guy told her mom her plan, and she ended up being forced to have the baby. The man was allowed to spend nights at their place, no matter if she begged her mother not to let him stay. Eventually, she had enough—at some point down the road, she was able to get her old job back and move out. But he followed her and would park in front of her house. He just would not leave her alone.

Her mother threatened her with everything under the sun to marry the guy. She told her that no man would ever look at her and that she would be alone raising two kids as trash. Her mother eventually broke her down, and she agreed to marry the guy after she lost her job. On her wedding night, he backhanded her for not wanting to sleep with him.

The day after she married him, something snapped in her. Her mother tried to exercise her power, but it didn’t work. She told both of them it wasn’t going to happen. She gained the strength to leave him and her mother. She knew a lawyer who was able to get child support. She then met another man who was good to her and helped her move out.

She left everything she owned with her ex-husband. She also attended counseling and realized all the damage the creep and her mother had done. She kept the other man around and he was great—he didn’t get involved with the kids and he kept his distance for three years.

After dating for a while, they realized it just wasn’t working for them. He was a bit selfish and she knew she had to let him go. It’s just that he didn’t fully respect her at times. The man went away to work for months at a time and she left him when he was about to return back. But he came back with a vengeance.

He sent 10 bouquets of flowers, a diamond bracelet, and several cards. He even showed up crying on her doorstep, begging for a chance to be the man she deserved, and admitting his wrongs. They talked it out and it worked in his favor. He eventually proved that he was dedicated, loyal, and caring. He gave so much attention to her and her kids. He also ended up proposing to her in a castle in the mountains with a diamond ring.

She said yes and a few months later, they found out she was pregnant. So they bought a house, moved in together, and planned their wedding. He bought her a brand new car, gave her a credit card, and just treats her like a queen overall. Expensive purses, beautiful jewelry—he buys her everything.

She doesn’t ever want any of it, but he always wants to spoil her when he comes home from work overseas. She doesn’t have to work ever again or even get a college education. Last I heard, she is pregnant with his second child. This is her fourth child and they’re both ecstatic. She is spoiled rotten. They’re looking into getting a live-in nanny…however, she deserves it.

Pregnantwhale

38. Crazy Rich Asians

I tutored for my college’s writing center, so we dealt with a lot of ESL students. I never witnessed this, but our supervising professor told us about how he had run an intensive English-language training course over the summer. Our school hosted a number of wealthy Chinese students for the months leading up to orientation so they could brush up on their English.

Apparently, one of these kids was sent over to the US with a duffle-bag filled with over $100,000 cash for, you know, walking around money. The school eventually had to confiscate her giant bag of money when she brought it with her downtown and began just throwing money out of the window of her brand-new Mercedes.

They were apparently worried she was going to be kidnapped.

deviousdumplin

39. Money Can’t Buy Sense

The last girl I dated was spoiled, but at the same time that lead to her being naive as well. She knows all about designer stuff and how to decorate a house, but it was only 10 months or so ago that she learned about the space station and that people are in space year-round. Or that we have rovers on Mars, and have for a while.

She also just learned that our solar system is in a galaxy, and that the galaxy is in the universe—She thought the solar system was the universe. You may say “so what?” but she is a teacher in the local school system who has no basic understanding of science whatsoever. She thought that Einstein was the guy who either built or designed the Eiffel tower.

That aside, she has no basic living skills. She can’t cook and often wonders why her cup/glass/bowl is on the table or counter where she left it. She called me asking for directions the first time she had to do laundry, one call for the washer and 30 minutes later another call for the dryer. She has no money management skills due to her family’s wealth and always being supplied with cash.

Now that she is not at home, she can’t understand why her account gets to zero. I have been there when she goes to buy something and has insufficient funds. She will say “how is that possible, where did the money go…can you help me find where the money went?” like it’s just sitting in another account or something. She moved out from her parents’ house at 33 and she’s 36 now with no idea how to support herself.

She feels entitled when things are not exactly how she expects them. Oh, and mom and dad still pay for her cell phone, internet, Netflix, car insurance…all she pays is rent, food, clothing, and beauty products. I remember when she got this blank stare because I said I couldn’t afford to drop almost $5,000 on a trip with no warning. It turned into “Why don’t you want to go with ME?”

She couldn’t understand when I said it wasn’t about her, it was about going on a trip that cost $5,000 and leaving in 2 weeks, no warning for work just drop everything and go. Not to mention if we booked the trip months in advance, we could have done it for half the cost. I can’t imagine how she will make it when her parents are gone.

BodhiBill

40. Sink Your Teeth Into This One

When I was a teenager, my mom ran an in-home daycare. There were these two sisters, about 3 and 5, who were spoiled rotten (literally). They weren’t necessarily wealthy, but they were definitely never told no. We had lunches set up two ways: The parents could pay a little less and send lunch with their kids every day, or pay a little more and we would provide lunch for them.

These two girls would bring their “lunch,” which their mother let them pick out and usually consisted of mostly fruit snacks, super sugary juice, and other non-nutritional foods. They simply refused to eat anything else. Of course, this meant they were always in a bad mood because sugar can only get you so far, and if another kid had a snack they wanted, the girls would gang up on the kid and try to take it.

They had to be closely monitored during lunch and snack time. They ate so much sugar that their front teeth were nothing but little brown nubs…

SkeletonJane

41. Parental Advisory Warning

My boyfriend used to teach at a special needs school. The school had two different “tracks” for students on the spectrum. The academic track was to get the students prepared to enter public school and eventually go to college. The life skills track was to teach students how to sustain themselves somewhat independently (how to cook, basic skills for entry-level jobs, etc.).

One of his students was struggling REALLY hard in the academic track. This student was a pre-teen and could barely write out a full sentence. For example, they had to write a short essay during winter break. The student didn’t do it and his parents insisted that he do the work in class for a partial grade. It took them WEEKS to get him to write just a single paragraph at the cost of slowing down the lessons for everyone else.

It was recommended that he get moved to the life skills track for everyone’s benefit. But his parents absolutely refused and, because they paid top-dollar for his tuition, the school allowed him to stay on the academic track. To make things worse, the student and his family were of an extremely conservative religious faith that dictated the mother did all the child-raising, and as the eldest son, the student was catered to without question.

So when the student’s mom was out of town, the dad didn’t do anything. Those days were especially bad because the dad wouldn’t even give the student his medication. I am not sure what the student was taking, but when he was off his meds, he was a monster. He would inappropriately touch the staff and students, punch and kick staff, say the most offensive things just to press people’s buttons.

And then the next day, he’d show up to school with a new game for his 3DS. Any kind of progress they made at school was undone at home because no one at home told him “No.” As awful as his behavior was, I still feel pretty bad for him.

Spidergweb

42. Oh, Brother

My husband’s brother has gotten everything he ever wanted and seems to have an outrageous sense of entitlement. His first car wasn’t fancy enough, so he got a Mustang, which he was constantly being pulled over in for drag racing. If he started a fight with a classmate, Daddy would take care of it with the authorities so that the guy who was just defending himself got in trouble instead of his son.

But the worst “spoiled brat” moment came later. Shortly before my husband’s grandpa passed on, he sold his car so he could split the money between all four grandkids in his will. He noticed that his cousin was driving a brand new Jeep. He got peeved because he wanted to know where his share of the cash was. Freaking unbelievable.

69schrutebucks

43. Don’t Put off Today What You Can’t Do Tomorrow

I know a kid who constantly screams and throws tantrums. All day, every day. It blows my mind how a person doesn’t even try to discipline (not to be confused with punishing) that kind of behavior out of their child. Throwing constant screaming tantrums can be discouraged very early in life. It’s time-consuming, but it’s entirely possible.

Doesn’t mean that any given child will entirely stop throwing tantrums, that would be an unrealistic claim. However, they can be reduced, especially as children learn to communicate by gestures and simple words rather than just crying.

UnluckyResponse

44. Growing to Love You

I am embarrassed to say it was me. I really wanted a bike when I was 10 years old. I had one, but I wanted one like my friend’s. This was earlier in the 90s and the mountain bike tires had just come out. They were the “new” thing in 10-speed bikes. I didn’t get that memo and I wanted a 10-speed bike like my friend had, with the skinny tires.

So when my parents surprised me with a mountain bike on my 10th birthday, I was so mean about not wanting that bike. Whenever I think about it now, I am so embarrassed. I got over it and LOVED the bike! I liked it so much, I kept it and rode it until I moved out-of-state for marriage when I was 33. It was kind of beat up by then.

Edubbs1125

45. It’s Fine

Back when I was getting my master’s degree, my best friend and I decided to get coffee together as a break from the hectic schedule we had that week. There was another girl from our class who we were polite and friendly to, but not really friends with, who said she wanted come along. Let’s call her Courtney. She was pretty.

Now, Courtney expected people to do the work for her and coasted through most of the year because this course had a lot of group assignments. It had become clear to almost everyone by the second day of the term that she didn’t actually want to study, and instead used to scope out places and insert herself into conversations where people talked about anything relating to money or wealth.

It was weird; her eyes would practically light up when she heard someone uses an expensive beauty brand, visits an expensive bar, or if someone had a relatively famous last name or lineage. So anyway, my best friend and I didn’t have much in common with her, but she insisted on joining us for coffee that day. We ended up regretting it so much.

We gave in and said okay and gave her the directions to meet us. Fast forward to us sitting in the café. She enters one hour late, spots us, and without even making eye contact or greeting the waiter, drops her wet half-open umbrella on his hands. We were mortified, and immediately called her out on it. Her response? She just shrugged and said, “It’s fine.”

KindHearted_IceQueen

46. Toilet Money

When I was 17, I worked as a teller in a garage selling fuel. The local chip shop owner (fast food outlet) had a son who didn’t work, but would turn up in his awesome white Lotus Esprit, the exact same car from Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. He would come in, put $20.00 of fuel in, then open his wallet, finger through a massive wedge of 50s, say, “Oh I have nothing smaller.”

He’d take the one $20 bill he had out and fling it to the floor with his fingertips like it was a bit of dirty toilet paper that disgusted him. It was just such an awful display. And no wonder: His father literally spat at me once for suggesting his son get a job. But then there was a twist ending. Bumped into the son years later: Karma played out, and he became an addict.

poopzbrix

47. Queen of the Cinemas

I work at a movie theatre, and my company has a paid loyalty program that allows special benefits at box office and concessions, like being able to skip the line using a special gold line. Because of the special “perks,” some people like to think they’re royalty when it comes to buying items. On busy days we normally take two loyalty guests for every regular guest.

They were usually OK—but I’ll never forget that one, horrible woman. One day, I happened to be taking a guest and a woman in the loyalty line came up to the box office glass and started just slamming her hands against it. She felt as if the service was taking too long and she wanted to be served right then and there.

Mind you, I’m still taking a guest so I’m trying to focus on the people in front of me, while this idiot is literally trying to break the glass next to my face. Every other sentence out of her mouth is, “I pay for this, I shouldn’t be treated like this.” It’s $15 a year lady, calm yourself. I seriously cannot believe some people in this world.

Kayisforkiss

48. My Money, My Spot

Stuck-up jerk in some giant land yacht of an SUV parks in a handicapped spot, does her shopping, then pushes her cart into the other handicapped spot. Went out to confront her, since she didn’t have a handicapped tag or a permit, and she stares me down and then launches into a speech about how she is so important and busy. It got so, so bad, I was speechless.

Then she says “the cripples” can walk an extra few feet because SHE contributes so much to THEIR welfare checks. She rolled up her window and managed to spin her tires backing out of the space. I just stood there, stunned.

smokehidesstars

49. Double Standards

An ex-friend of mine was a narcissist. She ended up marrying my husband’s former co-worker (they were in the same shop on base in the military). They weren’t best friends, but they were in the same platoon from their schoolhouse days all the way to their stationing at the same base in California.

Anyway, that’s how we all know each other. When my ex-friend started dating him, they a friends-with-benefits situation. She eventually got pregnant and decided not to keep the baby without telling him. She told him this after she went through with it and he kind of just shrugged it off…Like, it was big news, but they were both only 19 and stupid, so he let it be. Then it got really frustrating.

Then, not long after this, she decided she wanted a baby after all. This made her super possessive over him. They start trying immediately to get pregnant soon after, even though he thought it was a bad idea. Somehow, she convinced him they should try. He let her move into his barracks room because he had no roommate. This isn’t allowed, mind you, and he could have gotten into big trouble for this.

She watched him like a hawk, forbidding him to eat things and limiting him to a can of soda a day…yet she was eating pie for breakfast, Taco Bell for dinner, and large slushies for dessert. Her excuse was that his job required him to be in shape, while she didn’t need to watch herself. He would buy her literally anything she wanted and basically let her walk all over him.

If she wanted to go on a trip to Disney World, he would take her. If she wanted to buy a new wardrobe even though there wasn’t a budget for it, he would still give her his money. There were times when he would give her a limit of only 50 dollars, but she’d go ahead and spend 150 dollars on clothes and makeup. He’d just kind of laugh about it and compliment her clothes.

He claimed that he was the man, so he didn’t think his wife should have to work. He also didn’t mind that she was basically an unhealthy spoiled brat. Somehow, that girl has got that man wrapped around her finger.

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50. Sibling Rivalry

My brother. After our parents paid for his college, he moved to Chicago to get a master’s degree. My parents paid for that entire year, as in full tuition, plus room and board. In the next five years, my brother decided to live in Lincoln Park because the rest of Chicago was too dangerous. He was only able to find a part-time job, so my parents still paid his rent. But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

My brother then went to law school, and my parents paid his tuition for the next three years. A year after that, he was unable to find a job. He still lives in Lincoln Park,  mind you, and my parents cover all of his expenses. Seven years after that, he still didn’t make enough money to support himself, so my parents continued to cover his expenses.

He is now 37 and is still supported by my folks, even though he has a wife and kids. He still treats my parents and the rest of the family like garbage when we visit.

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51. The Girl Can’t Help It

My adopted sister. She was taken from her birth mother as a baby and has no memory of her. There was no mistreatment or anything like that involved; it was just undiagnosed fetal alcohol syndrome that made her small and cute. Underneath that facade, however, she had an animal cunning. She knew exactly how to get an emotional response from people, bad or good. Social services and foster parents have given her everything she has ever asked for.

She looked like an angel. A blonde, blue-eyed doll. She dressed like a doll, too. She never got in trouble, and her foster parents blamed their own children for “not being understanding “ if there were arguments. Meanwhile, social services would take her out for days on end, then dump her back on the foster parents’ doorstep if she acted up.

She didn’t hear the word “no,” and no one ever challenged her…until she met my family. That’s when it all changed. When she moved in with us at the age of six, she became a demon in a little girl’s body. She made our lives horrific. She would hurt herself and tell my parents I had done it. She would say the things she knew would make you feel horrible, then laugh when you cried.

If you said no to her, she would become a screaming, punching, kicking, and biting ball of hate. She told social services we were abusive, and she even called a childline to report us. Once, in a public place, she screamed: “You’re not my real mother, leave me alone! Where’s my mom!” as my mom was trying to stop her from running off on her own.

People stared at my mother like she was a monster, and one woman shouted that she was calling the authorities. Eventually, my mom gave up trying to hold her and just sat on the ground and cried. We started to care less and less about what happened to her because we didn’t know what else we could do to help.

I stopped feeling anything but detached pity for her.  As a parallel, we also adopted her brother. He had a history of mistreatment from his natural mother and her various partners. He worked with us to deal with his anger and pain, and he is a wonderful human being. I’m proud to call him family.

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52. Whatever Lola Wants

My cousin’s daughter is the worst spoiled brat I’ve ever encountered. My boyfriend only refers to her as Lucifer. She and her mom live in my aunt and uncle’s house. Her father was nice enough—a hard-working guy who owned a business and got along well with the family. For whatever reason, however, there was some blowout fight that ended their marriage and he lost custody. That was already sad enough, but it got even worst from there.

To make up for everything that my little second cousin went through, my first cousin gave her EVERYTHING she asked for. They had a “don’t say no” policy with her, which has turned her into a selfish little witch. If the little one wants to eat chips for dinner, she gets to eat a whole family-size bag of Lays, with a bowl of ice cream on the side.

If the kid wants a new kitten, screw the old cat…they’re going to get a kitten. Oh, and if she screams that her friend has a pool and she wants one too, then you best believe they’ll be digging up the backyard and installing a pool. The most recent thing that she said she wanted was to hold a sleepover on a school night with all her friends. She made my poor uncle drive all over town to pick these girls up at their houses and take them out for pizza.

My cousin makes very little money, so everything is coming out of my aunt and uncle’s pockets. They both should have retired by now, but they can’t.

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53. Not Book Smart

I did this unintentionally, but when I saw the payoff, I had no regret whatsoever. I used to live with my two younger cousins. They were seven and four at the time. They always came into my room and messed it up, awful stuff like peeing on my shirt and tearing up my books. I couldn’t lock my room, because my aunt had an open-door policy in her home.

So I had to put my school bags and projects on the top of the shelf, which is about seven-feet high. Well, one day those brats come in, try to climb the bookshelf, and it ends up tipping and they fall off. They both had to get stitches.

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54. Skate on by

I was working at a surf/skate shop when I was 18 in the late 1990s. A mom comes in, complains that her kid’s skate shoes are showing wear on the toe…because the kid is actually using them. She yelled at her kid in front of us, and then demanded a full refund. I told her that the shoes are not indestructible, they just tend to last longer than most shoes.

She freaks and demands to see a manager. I turn around to walk to the back, and then turn around to face her, and say, “Yes, I am a manager. Can I help you?” The lady freaked the heck out, yelled at everyone, and stormed out. The best part was that I wasn’t a manager, and my manager was watching the entire thing go down. He loved it.

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55. Ice Cold

This happened about eight years ago, and I was 22 at the time. The ice cream truck guy in my neighborhood made an announcement that he had one Choco Taco left. I wasn’t really wanting one, but upon hearing that announcement and being a sucker for the frozen confection, I decided to make a mad dash for the bright green truck.

The neighborhood brat obviously also heard the last call and was hustling to the truck. Haha little jerk, I’m older and faster than you. I passed him, laughing loudly as I could hear him pleading with me to let him get there first. Too darned bad. This is called Natural Selection, and I made it to the truck about half a block ahead of the kid. The ice cream truck gave me a funny look as I proudly pulled out my $2 and got my Choco Taco.

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56. If the Shoe Fits

I have spent most of my life being very frugal due to living well below the poverty line since I’ve been on my own. Coupled with really low self worth, I struggle to ever let myself buy nice things, even when I really want or need them. After completely wearing out a pair of five-year-old flip-flops, I “splurged” and bought myself a new pair…cute, simple, foam platform ones from Target. They were $12.

I felt guilty for days, and almost even returned them. After I got over the guilt, I loved these shoes. Fast forward a few weeks, my good friend’s nine-year-old daughter realized that our feet were almost the same size, and started wearing my flip-flops around. I asked her several times to take them off, first nicely, and then firmly and with more force.

My friend yelled at her several times to take them off. The girl’s step-father even stepped in and yelled at her several times to leave them alone and take them off. She didn’t, and proceeded to trip, ripping the strap clean off of the shoe. I just got up, looked her straight in the eyes, and said, “I can’t believe you did that. Thanks a lot.”

I didn’t talk to her for the rest of evening. I know it sounds so dumb, but I’m still upset about it. I was even all worked up to go buy a new pair, but because stores are dumb and for some reason start phasing out summer items before summer is even half over, the store was all sold out of those flip-flops by mid-June, with no intentions of restocking them. I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look that little girl in the eyes again without thinking “Screw you, you bratty little flip-flop wrecker.”

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57. Tying The Knot, Cutting The Cord

My college roommate (and former best friend) grew up spoiled as an only child. She lived in this huge five-bedroom house for just the three of them, had a fancy car to play with that had all the bells and whistles, as well as daddy’s credit card. When I got engaged, I asked her to be my maid of honor. She told me no—and her reason chilled me to the bone.

She said couldn’t approve of my marriage because my fiancé didn’t have a bachelor’s degree, so she was just certain that we couldn’t be happy. Eight years and two kids later…I’m still not rich, but very happy. I still have my hot karate instructor husband who turned out to be a much better deal than a sugar daddy.

Obviously, I had plenty of other issues that came up over the years with her, but this was just icing on the cake.

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58. Any Way You Want It

This is a girl I have known for most of my life. Her parents treat her like she is the Queen of England or something. Growing up, if there was a new toy out that she wanted, her parents would buy her five (in each color, if possible) because she would often break her toys. She also had three bedrooms; one of which was big enough to be a studio apartment alone. But hold onto your hats.

Where did she sleep? Her parents’ bedroom. If she wanted to go somewhere, like Disney World, her parents dropped everything they were doing to start planning that vacation. When she started driving, she had three new cars in eight months. Not because she crashed them or they broke down, but because she just had to have the newest model.

She has never had a job. Her parents pay for everything. In school, she had a “tutor.” I say that in quotes because the tutor basically just did her homework for her. I’m surprised she can even read and write, honestly. Though, reading her Facebook statuses, it looks like she can’t write much better than my nine-year-old. It gets darker than this, too.

The worst part was that if she didn’t like someone, she had her parents do their best to ruin that person’s life. Honestly. She got her seventh-grade teacher fired, claiming he was being inappropriate with her. He wasn’t; he was never even in a room with her alone. He was a kind, old man, but he didn’t put up with her not doing her homework.

He failed her in a few subjects…that was it. He was never charged or got into real trouble from it, but the school did force him into retirement because they were scared.

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59. The Gravy Train Stops Here

My nephew. I feel so sorry for him. His parents are going through a horrible divorce and because of their debts, they are going to be hit very hard, financially. He’s eight and only knows about having a luxurious lifestyle. He has a room full of toys, most of which have never been opened, as well as every piece of new technology that comes out (iPad, laptops, consoles, you name it). He also goes abroad a few times every year.

But here’s the kicker—his parents aren’t wealthy in the slightest, mind you, but they love to spend and show off, especially his mom. She dresses in all designer gear and so does her son. She will not buy him normal kids’ clothes, and all of his stuff is super expensive. His dad is also not good with money, so as a couple they are an absolute disaster.

Because he’s so young, I don’t know how he’ll cope with the change. He’s already a little nightmare at times. We once took him to the zoo with his nieces and he had a right tantrum in the gift shop because we set a limit as to how much we would spend on him. Even his nieces, who are the same age as him, had a go at him for his behavior.

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60. The Root Of All Evil

My mom’s good friend is one of the worst spoiled brats I know. She grew up poor on a farm and she worked hard for many years to support herself. She eventually became the first one in her family to go to college. My mom said that she was the smartest girl and she had everything going for her. And then she met him—a man who was almost twice her age—and everything changed. They got married as soon as she turned 25.

He wasn’t rich but he had enough money to support her, so she quit school and became a stay-at-home mom. The husband passed on when she was 29 and so she became a single mom with a very large insurance policy. It was enough for her to travel around the world and buy a few mansions if she wanted. My mom said that money changed her, but I think it drew out her real personality to the surface.

She treated people like servants, only associated with the best brands, and would throw tantrums if things didn’t go her way. I met her and her two daughters a few times—she would comment on my clothes and lifestyle, saying that it was so sad my mom didn’t have enough money to use on me. She’d say it was so unfortunate my mom had to work and couldn’t give me a free house like the one she gave her kids.

I’m like, girl, you got your money from your husband…the same husband who was driving in the rain, the night he passed, to go visit his secret lover because he couldn’t stand your whiny self anymore. I don’t see her as much anymore, thank God. Last I heard, she lost most of her money due to careless spending and had to move out of state to get away from the debt collectors. Good riddance.

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61. Playing Favorites

My sister. She is 17,  has a one-year-old daughter, and is already pregnant with her second. She lives rent-free with my parents and has never had a job. My mother does all her high school work for her because she desperately wants her to graduate despite my sister not caring. She has no plans to work in the near future, even though she should be done high school in December.

My mom just bought a new car and gave my sister her “old” 2011 Kia Sorrento. Her 18th birthday is also coming up, and my mom told me she is planning on buying her a Macbook. Now, I am older, but when I was her age, I had a job. I also paid for my own car and laptop when I moved to university, so my sister has no excuse. She is headed nowhere fast because of how spoiled she is.

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62. Too Big To Fail

I worked at a private school in the UK this past year and I have a few examples of kids having no idea they were spoiled, which just made it worse. One day, this 16-year-old old came into school complaining about how unfair it was that his dad grounded him….for crashing their plane. But that’s not even the worst part.

I asked him how bad it was and he said, “It was only £40,000 worth of damage,” which apparently his dad could afford, so he didn’t know what the problem was. My jaw dropped.

Another 16-year-old once asked me what I was doing for summer break. I told him I was mainly going to be working. He COULD NOT wrap his head around why I wasn’t traveling, going on holiday, etc., then went on about how he’d spend his summer at his private lake. But nothing beats my third student.

On his birthday, one of the 18-year-old old students received a chain of hotels. A fully operating, five-star chain that would all be officially owned under his name. The nerve of this kid to complain that it wasn’t what he wanted…it made me really resent working there for a while.

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63. Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

Probably my ex. Her dorm room was absolutely covered in trash that was probably two-three inches deep. At no point would you ever actually walk barefoot on her floor. She was that way because she was used to her weekly maid cleaning up after her. She also lived off her mother’s credit card and apparently spent 800 dollars a month on fast food. Think that’s spoiled? It gets worse.

She had her college tuition paid for by her parents, but she ended up dropping out three years in. After we split up, she moved out of my place because we couldn’t stand each other anymore and she went to live with her mom. As far as I know, she’s still living in her mother’s basement rent-free seven years later. I think what irritates me the most about her is that she’s one of those “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” sort of people who nonetheless have never needed to lift a finger to do anything in their entire lives. At least she was very pretty.

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64. A Free Ride

My ex-girlfriend’s younger sister was spoiled as heck. This girl snuck out every night to party and then complained when her parents locked the windows and told her to stop. She then got knocked up and had the kid, and the parents now take care of the kid full time. You’d think that after having a kid she’d change, but she kept up with the partying, using her parent’s money to buy supplies.

Oh, but here’s the shocker—she was 14 when all of this was going down. Now she’s in college in LA and doesn’t even go to half of her classes. She didn’t even take her kid…just left him with her parents so she could go out and party all night. She constantly says how her life is so hard and unfair. Girl, you are going to school free and don’t even need to take care of your own darn child.

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65. The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree

When I was in college, I worked as a substitute teacher at the local elementary schools. Subbed a kindergarten class one day. Things went fine until after recess. I went to pick up the kids at the designated line-up spot, and one little girl was throwing a fit because “My mommy says I have to be in the front of the line.”

I got to the room and she threw another fit because “My mommy says I have to sit in a blue chair.” This was the same chair she sat in before recess. It was (light) blue. The rest of the day, this same thing continued. End of the day, found out her mom was a girl I’d gone to high school with—and she had been one of my bullies. The overwhelming urge to tape the child’s mouth shut suddenly made sense.

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66. Fair Is Where You…Learn to Drive

When my younger brother was in high school, one of his classmates was the daughter of a car dealership owner. As a perk for owning the dealership, her dad had demo cars that he would let her drive to school. Every few weeks, she’d crash one of these demo cars, but would just shrug it off because daddy would just give her a new one.

Don’t know exactly how many she went through before he gave her a used car. But the worst part was yet to come. She would whine about how unfair it was to anyone who listened.

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67. A Real Gold Nugget

My cousin is an only child. He would get so many presents for Christmases and birthdays, it took three days to open everything. When visiting our grandparents, he’d have to bring every toy he owned so he could play with that in the back bedroom instead of spending time with family. He also only ever ate fast food (his mother was quite proud of never cooking).

One visit, when he was maybe 9 or 10, my grandparents wanted burritos for dinner, so my mom spent all day making a massive pot of beef machaca and a second massive pot of chicken machaca because the kid was only eating chicken at that time. As soon as the whole family sat down, the brat immediately turned to his mother and asked where his chicken nuggets were.

Hadn’t tasted a bite, just expected to have chicken nuggets available at any time for him. On another visit, he had a complete breakdown because his peanut butter and jelly sandwich was folded the wrong way. I think the same visit, he also had a meltdown when his hot dog bun tore a bit and the hot dog started to fall out. Mom wrapped it up in a paper napkin, but he still refused to eat it because “now it’s ugly.”

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68. The Princess Diaries

This was an adult, but she’s still the most spoiled human being I’ve ever met. I had a roommate for a while. He wasn’t the spoiled one, but his girlfriend was the most entitled brat I’ve ever met in my life. She didn’t work because she claimed she had “health issues” and her parents paid for everything. Personally, I think her all-soda and fried food diet may have had something to do with her health issues.

I swear none of us ever saw her drink a glass of water. Anyways, she caused a car accident while texting, and her parents’ response was to buy her the same car. She then got in another accident (her fault again) and her parents bought her a slightly less nice (but still way nicer than anything I’ve owned) car.

She was a completely spoiled princess with no life skills, and my other roommates and I all hated her. The cherry on this sundae? She was 37 years old and acting like this. I just can’t imagine being that age and seeing nothing wrong with being completely dependent on my parents for everything. And crashing my car a million times.

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69. Now I’m the Baby

My mom. She was the youngest of her siblings, and because her mother passed on before she had a chance to know her, her older siblings coddled her. Now she’s a leech who expects everyone to hand things to her. I’ve been working since I got out of high school to keep the lights on because she refuses to keep a job and expects me (her daughter) to spend all my extra money, which there is barely any of, on her.

She throws mild temper tantrums when she doesn’t get her way and resorts to stealing to get what she wants. I love my mom and my childhood was great, but now I’m planning on moving away to escape her bratty behavior. Her siblings still reinforce her behavior and I’m tired of watching grown adults baby another grown adult.

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70. Daddy Issues

My stepfather’s third son, I’ll refer to him as JC. I’m getting angry just from thinking about this. My (step)father was a self-made rich man. He was an old-fashioned, hard-working man who left the care of the children to his wife. I say “was” because he lost more than half of his wealth after his divorce.

He was still wealthy enough to be considered upper class, then he married my mom, and they’ve been together for 22 years now. Life was pretty good until almost four years ago when he was forced to retire due to his health, hospital bills didn’t help at all, and today he relies heavily on the money my brothers (not from his previous marriage) and I give him every month.

Until he stopped working, he has always paid for JC’s apartment. JC also has a pretty stable job as an English teacher for executives at a big organization. This job was thanks to my father’s connections. He gets a really good salary, plus he has no kids nor wife to support. However, with all the drinking and parties, JC “doesn’t have enough” to make ends meet.

One day, my younger brother grabbed my dad’s phone to help him with some settings, and he saw some WhatsApp messages from JC. At first, it was asking him for money, until my father explained that he didn’t have money to give him, so JC went on to mock my father for not being wealthy anymore. Calling him a failure and so many other insults.

Then, my little brother did something that made me love him even more. He texted JC back saying that if he dares to text my father again, no matter the reason, he will first kick the heck out of him, and then he will call the authorities on him for his substance issues. JC is over 40 years old, my younger brother just turned 20.

My younger brother got himself a job in the Ministry of Defense, and he could easily do the things he threatened JC with. There haven’t been texts since. I know what many of you may think, that’s it’s my father’s fault for still giving money to that jerk, or why didn’t my brother send him straight to the clinker. Both questions have the same answer: Because it would hurt my father, because he still “loves” his son in a way and blames himself for not being more present when raising him.

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71. The Main Attraction

In a popular mall, a grown woman rolled on the ground kicking and screaming when the grown man she was with refused to buy her jewelry. She slammed her hand on the glass counter, then it turned into a shouting match. Then the guy started telling her off about how she needs to be a “traditional woman” or something.

He then proceeded to (childishly) mock her about how childish she was behaving. Like full-on making fake crying sounds. She cried. Then stopped. Like cold, hard stop on the crying. This was the glorious moment when she jumped onto the ground and rolled around kicking and screaming. I loved to see it.

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72. You’re Ruining My Spray Tan

A girl I knew in college was the spoiled brat of divorced parents. Her stepmother couldn’t have kids and married the girl’s father when the girl was a toddler, so stepmom spoiled “her baby” rotten. There was the typical paying for her school expenses including college tuition and whatnot, but the summer before her junior year she decides she wants a car.

Her dad says no. She throws a tantrum. Her stepmom buys her a Lexus. This girl gets home from one of her regular spray tans and discovers the new Lexus in the driveway of the house she’s subletting for the summer is now hers. End of the story right? Not by a long shot. You see, the Lexus isn’t the one that she wants.

She throws a freaking monstrous tantrum on the front lawn because that’s not the car she wanted; she wanted a red car in some other model. Her parents are trying to calm her down and she’s cried so many tears, she’s ruined her spray tan. Her dad and stepmom take the car back. She continues to whine about not having a car, how she needs a car, that she’s a freaking adult who needs to drive to do anything fun.

Initially, we thought they took it away for her ungratefulness. A week later her dad calls; he just happened to be driving around and saw a car for sale in the make and model she wanted…only it was white. This garbage human has another meltdown, ruining her second spray tan she got to fix the first one. Why now? Because she felt left out of the finding and purchasing of her car because they were doing everything without her.

Her stepmom came up again and took her shopping for a car. It took the girl the entire weekend. Then, after her stepmom left, she had the gall to complain that they clearly didn’t love her because they just didn’t know what she wanted right off the bat. She was also 19 and dating a married doctor from the local hospital. I just blatantly avoided her after that summer.

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73. Employee for a Day

I used to live near a very affluent area, and many of the most convenient grocery stores were just inside said area. A friend of mine was staying with us for a few weeks and would occasionally stop by said stores on her way home from work. One day, while she was at the self-checkout, a woman came up to her telling her to bag her groceries.

My friend politely told her she didn’t work there. The lady then insisted that my friend did indeed work there, and demanded she bag her groceries, citing the way she was dressed. For reference, at the time she was working as an intern at a local engineering firm so her outfit was professional, and not at all resembling the uniform of the store.

Eventually, this lady’s tantrum caught the attention of an actual employee, who then had to tell the woman SEVERAL times that my friend was not, in fact, an employee of the store. Then the woman said the most ridiculous thing of all time. “Well, she should have just bagged my groceries anyway.” And that is the story of how my best friend came the closest she’s ever been to literally choking someone.

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74. Ubers Are for Losers

I grew up dirt poor in a really terrible household. Many years later, I went to Stanford. The stuff I saw there was enough to write a freaking book. Absolute insanity every single day of the week. I’m talking people talking smack about how trashy Tiffany’s jewelry is. My buddy Kyle had a guest over to his apartment and his guest commented on how nice the furniture was.

As a gesture, Kyle gave his guest all of the furniture because “That’s what rich people do.” It was his roommate’s furniture. He refused to have it replaced. A girl I know purchased a $5k dress in Beverly Hills. Brought it back to her hotel room. Didn’t like the way it fit, left it in the hotel room for the maid. But this is the really good story: Same girl fell head over heels for a guy at a party, ogling him all night.

He was WAY out of her league. He starts chatting with her and a few minutes later it turns out that he’s actually just friends with someone at the party and was invited, he doesn’t go to Stanford, he goes to Berkeley. When she found out, her response made my blood run cold. She smacked him across the face like four times because how freaking dare he talk to her knowing that he goes to a state school.

75. I Miss my Butler

I work at a high-end buffet in Vegas. You get sat, are told to wait, I come up and greet you, explain our offerings, go over the drink menu, take a drink order, and then inform you to help yourself while I get the drinks. As I step away one time, I hear a kid about eight or so say, “So I have to get my own food?” Mom said yes.

Kid said, “I told you we should have brought Michael with us.” I didn’t understand who Michael was at first. When I realized the truth, I almost burst out laughing. Mom said, “NO, I told you before, we’re not bringing our butler on vacation.” I was five feet away and this was clear as day. I was stunned—that kid was 100% not joking one bit.

He really wanted his family butler to be on vacation so he wouldn’t have to walk to a buffet and get his own food. I’m not insulting the little dude for having one baller lifestyle, but holy balls that was an insane conversation to hear.

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76. Jimmy Two-Twos

My cousin has two kids, seven and nine years old. Both boys. Spoils the life out of them and lets them get away with terrible, bratty behavior. Whenever one of them is having a birthday party, she tells attending family members, “Make sure you get both of them a present, or else there will be a case of EXTREME jealousy.”

Telling your guests to bring a gift is a pretty gross thing to do. Telling your guests to bring an extra gift for someone other than the birthday boy is just obnoxious. And what’s more is that they are by no means rich enough to spoil their kids the way they do. And neither of the parents grew up rich and spoiled themselves, so I have no idea where they got this from.

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77. Learning Is for Kids

Whoa boy, here we go. Girl I knew had a cool dad, I heard he was building her a car from scratch for her birthday at one point. Then it turned into him getting her a sports car; I think the girl’s mom convinced him to do it. But the story about her that sticks with me and bothers me is the dog. She had an older dog and two guinea pigs.

One day I’m at her place and she tells me she’s looking for a new home for the guinea pigs because she doesn’t really take proper care of them much, her dad does all the work and everything. I think that’s reasonable, best to give them to a loving home instead of neglecting them. But then her dad chimes in, saying she can’t just dump off her pets on someone else.

He says that she needs to learn responsibility, which I consider to also be a valid and reasonable point. Girl then yells, “I don’t need to learn anything, I’m an adult!” She was maybe 19 or 20 at the time, for reference. At that point, I immediately stop considering her argument as reasonable, and I start getting really suspicious of the conversation.

It turns out the whole reason she wanted to get rid of the guinea pigs was that she wanted a puppy. She got the puppy because her mom said so. Still had the guinea pigs and the older dog too. Fast forward a couple weeks, I’m getting married in about a month and this girl calls me up asking me if I can keep the puppy at my place because her family’s going on a weeklong cruise.

Yep. You idiots caved and got a very young puppy who couldn’t be left unsupervised with your other pets weeks before a cruise you’d had planned for months, and your plan is to drop the thing off on me while I’m doing last-minute setup for my wedding? Also, I have a cat that would eat the poor thing. No way. I don’t talk to that girl anymore, I just hope she’s treating all her pets alright.

MaiTerra

78. Making Room

I’ve been sitting on this story for a while. So, I am on a “completely full” Southwest flight. Luckily, I am in the A boarding group and got a seat near the front of the plane. I am chilling, low-key watching people board. Time passes and the plane is getting pretty full. At this point, there’s virtually no overhead-compartment space left.

This young woman walks on, spots an empty seat in the row ahead of mine, and asks the people in the row to move so she can get in. Completely normal, right? The issue: She has a very large carry-on bag that she cannot fit under the seat in front of her. And, as I said, there’s no overhead compartment space left. Here’s where it gets crazy.

She proceeds to remove a bag from the overhead-compartment that belonged to a man who was one of the first on the plane, places it in the middle of the aisle, puts her bag in its place, and then sits down as if what she did was totally acceptable social behavior. This drew some major attention from those sitting around her, including the man who owned the bag and the remaining passengers behind her in line who now had to navigate their way around a bag in the middle of the aisle.

Several people are about to let her have it when, luckily, a flight attendant who witnessed all of this arrives. She gives her a short lecture and then proceeds to play a game of Tetris with the bags overhead and, thankfully, is able to squeeze hers and the man’s bag in. She deplaned before me and I wasn’t able to track her down in the airport, but I really wanted to talk to her to see what her thought process was.

SayNoToHypocrisy

79. True Hatred

My friend’s ex-girlfriend was so entitled. Basically, this girl had been toxic for such a long time and she would throw a hissy fit whenever he tried to break up with her. The final time that he tried to break up, she tried to end her own life by throwing herself out of a moving car at 70+ mph. She fought a ton of the officers who showed up to the scene—yet somehow, she managed to get even worse.

After all that, she had the audacity to continue hitting him up. A month later, she suddenly shows up to his place, despite her living two states away, without telling anyone. When I asked her why, she said that she didn’t want to handle the rejection from him if she called him up and he were to tell her not to come. I was speechless.

Nowadays, she’s still been on him over text and social media. Honestly, I think it’s pretty entitled to continue trying and trying, especially after the person’s made it clear that they don’t want to talk. She literally only knows how to think about herself and talk smack about others/set people against others, hence why she was so toxic in the first place.

Because her parents are rich, she’s never been told “no” once in her dang life. I’ve never truly hated someone as much as I hate her.

NootFlix

80. Do You Even Know Who My Friends Are?

My uncle has this thing for crazy materialistic women. When I worked at a cigar bar owned by him and some other members of the family, his soon-to-be wife came in and suggested we (the employees) go to the store to get some lanterns to light at the tables and some holiday lights because her other rich friends were coming to see the place.

I openly laughed, since we were very busy and generally understaffed. She got mad and called my uncle, he called me and told me he didn’t want me to send anyone to get that stuff and that he didn’t care. Jokes on you, lady. Something about her emphasizing her materially exclusive connection to these other people really rubbed me the wrong way and had affected my perception of her to this day.

LennonMarat1

81. (S)weeping

While I was on school, we were cleaning up the classroom before class started. We followed duty rosters so everyone got their own job to do. That day, Josh was in charge of sweeping so we reminded him that he should do his job. He threw a fit, cried, and threatened to tell his mother about it. We were like, “Dude, it’s just once a week, the classroom isn’t even that big,” but he threw a bigger fit and cried in the corner.

We forgot about it…until the next week. I still can’t believe what he did. When his day came around again, he brought his mother along into the classroom. We explained everything, but the mother didn’t seem to care if her son is on duty or not. She insisted that her son should not be doing chores and blabbered on how wimpy it is for boys to do chores.

Josh added some more oil to the fire and lied to his mother that we were teasing him. The whole class got scolded. From then on, every time his duty day came up, someone else did the chores for him while he sat there watching us with a smug face. I also remember that one day his mother actually came in, swept the floor for him, and left after scolding us for being so useless.

Joeyyyyy0_0

82. Swimming in Excuses

A few years ago, I worked at a large bank in the foreclosure department. I had been trying to reach a customer who was a doctor. Every time she got on the phone with me she would tell me to quit calling about her pool. She had taken a second mortgage to install an in-ground pool, apparently. She was very rude and dismissive any time I tried to explain the situation to her.

Well, the last conversation with her, I informed her again that I was calling to tell her that the foreclosure was going forward at this point, since she had not made a payment in almost a year. She still did not grasp the seriousness of the situation, and again told me that she was tired of us calling about the pool. Just refused to see reality.

Finally, I got fed up—so I took it up a notch. I explained to her again that it was not the pool we were going to foreclose upon, but her home. Then I offered her a phone number. When she asked what it was for, I told her U-Haul, because she will be needing to move unless her account was brought current within the next 10 days. She wired the past due amount the next day.

MaggieMoo2you

83. You Just Got Served

When we were younger, my sister had two friends over at our house. This was not the first time they’d been over, and our sister’s friend is super cruel to animals. Last time she was over, she shoved our cat’s face down a glass of chocolate milk, tugged its tail, and was just horrible. So later, my brother and I are outside under our balcony, which is about 5 meters above ground level.

Our sister and the two friends are standing on the balcony. My brother is just bouncing this tennis ball, and the evil friend tells us to throw it up to them and they’ll catch it. So my brother aims for the friend’s face and throws it hard. The ball flies and hits her right in the face. She stands there for about two seconds, trying to understand what just happened, and then her face shrivels up and she just starts crying her eyes out. Me and my brother just got this “heck yeah” feeling.

gigin15

84. A Brat Only a Mother Could Love

While shopping with my wife, there was this little bratty kid. He was running around, screaming his lungs out, pushing people’s carts and being an unbelievable nuisance. His mother was apparently not interested in his shenanigans, since she did nothing about it and didn’t even look at him while he was tearing around ruining the store.

Then suddenly, he lost sight of her. He stands there in the middle of the shop, looking around, and starts screaming in an angry voice at the top of his lungs: “MOM?! MOOOOOOM! MOOOOOOOOOOM!” I can’t see her either, so I bend down to him and tell him, in the sweetest sing-song voice I can muster, “Your mom is never coming back.” The shocked look on his face was totally worth destroying a child’s soul.

Ozymandias-X

85. Revenge of the Nerds

When I was 16, I was repeatedly teased by a pack of 10-year-olds. They were really annoying, they’d call me names and had absolutely no fear of me as a much older and physically stronger kid. So anyway, a month or two later, I had been suffering from near constant phone calls and harassment whenever I walked by them. At a certain point, I just snapped.

I walked up to the ugliest one, slapped him in the face harder than I ever have before, and grabbed his cell phone. Then I threw it at a wall and punched the ice cream out of his hand for good measure.

Eeazt

86. Wrong Place, Wrong Time

I was in grade school, and we were reading silently to ourselves in a giant lobby. All of a sudden, I felt a rumble in my 10-year-old tummy. The pressure was building and fighting for immediate release. I knew it was coming, the gases were brewing. Ominously, my stomach rumbled in final warning. Foolishly, I decided to ignore the signs and let one out, thinking it would be silent.

Much to my chagrin, it shot out and echoed throughout the hallways. I broke out into a cold sweat. I tried not look guilty but that only made me sweatier. I looked down at my book, pretending to read, as I heard laughter across the room. I looked up, only to see a tubby kid laughing and pointing in my direction. I was so embarrassed. But I didn’t know the truth.

Through the corner of my eye, I looked at my poor neighbor, Colin. To my surprise, his face was redder and guiltier than mine. By some stroke of fate, he happened to have tooted at the same time! Everyone blamed him but not me, maybe because he had just won the school hot dog contest, or maybe because he was chubby. Regardless, I never felt bad about framing him, I was just glad I got away with it.

lemoncheese

87. I Am the Champion

This was back in the 5th grade. We were playing football in the soccer field during recess. I wasn’t really accepted as one of the athletic kids, but I was still in pretty good shape, so by some miracle someone passed me the ball. I did a wild spin to get around one person and then smacked another boy in the eye. Hard.

But guess what? The kid I accidentally hit was a guy who teased me mercilessly. The kid fell to the ground, then I caught the ball and I scored a touchdown. When I turned around, I saw the kid bawling on the ground. Honestly, I think that was the best day I’d had in years.

limits55555

88. Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself

When I worked at an indoor amusement park, we had one Friday a month called “Rock n Ride.” It was basically a bunch of pre-pubescent teens getting together to ride rides and grind on each other on the dance floor. I almost always worked the coat check. These kids coming in were spoiled rich brats 95% of the time, with huge allowances and iPods and stuff.

Coat check was $1, but we charged $2 and took the profit as a tip for us. Also, you aren’t allowed to leave anything in your pockets for liability reasons. I would tell kids this when their jackets were obviously weighed down with stuff. They’d always just say, “Nothing important is in there, I don’t care if it gets taken.” Well…I would take it, all their big bills and iPods.

Later when they came to get their coats, they would immediately stick their hands in the pockets and then get mad at us. Hey, I warned you. Everyone loathed working this event… I’m pretty sure they don’t have them anymore.

Brianne123

89. Too Hot to Handle

I had to go with my parents to their friends’ house. They had a son who was about four. He was usually well-behaved, but that one time we were there, he decided it was a good idea to walk around with his pants and underwear off, grab anything he could, and rub it on his junk down there. His and my parents said that it was just a phase and that it was TOTALLY harmless.

But then he had to go grab my chopsticks and my napkin and rub them all over and under his happy place. At that point, I got pretty annoyed with him and decided enough was enough. I hatched a brilliant revenge plan. It was simple: I got a bottle of hot sauce that was nearby and poured some on my napkin. Then I waited. As I predicted, he soon came toddling over, grabbed my napkin, and began rubbing it. And then the crying began.

gabofo

90. End of the Line

We were at Oktoberfest, and had consequently consumed a lot of beer. All we wanted to do was ride the Dodgem Cars. There was a fair-sized group of us, so we were letting people go in front of us, waiting for an opportunity for all of us to ride together. But there were these two kids. They just kept sitting there on the ride.

These were token-activated cars, so they just got a whole bunch of tokens and kept re-activating. So the round finishes again. Drunk, burly me ambles over to these kids and gruffly says: “Oi…leave.” They scrambled off as fast as their scrawny, unknowingly inconvenient legs could take them, and we all got to ride together. They got back on immediately after. No regrets.

Permalink

91. Stage Five Clinger

I decided to get some waffles to take a break from helping out at my grandfather’s funeral and happened to see my friend at the restaurant. I thought she was going to console me, but when she walked up to me, I could already see it in her face—she was about to blow. It turned out that she had been messaging me throughout the day and was annoyed I didn’t reply. All the while, I was really just busy entertaining my grandfather’s guests. She wailed loudly, accusing me of not needing her in my life.

This all happened in full view of the crowded cafe and my other friends. So much for taking a break from all the ongoing drama at the funeral…

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92. My Sister’s Keeper

My sister. She was loved and spoiled by my parents. They gave her any gift she wanted—shoes, a new phone, a car…even money when it was MY birthday. I, on the other hand, got the opposite. They told me I was selfish for asking for money. My mom rarely visited me or talked to me. When I had my tonsils and adenoids removed, there wasn’t a call, text, or visit from my mother.

Meanwhile, when my sister had hers removed, my mother drove her to and from the surgery. Heck, she even forgot my 14th birthday. When I saw her that Christmas, she laughed about it and said, “Oh, oops!” No money, no gifts. But when my sister’s 18th birthday rolled around, and she got $500. I never really ask for much. Not even the newest phones.

I’ve had the same $300 laptop for four years now; the same Android phone from that time, too. When I get money, I typically use it to buy clothes or the rare new pair of shoes. Sometimes, a new video game. Whenever my sister got money, on the other hand, she got everything she wanted. She once threw a fit when my grandmother didn’t buy her candy.

herpderp4473

93. You Can’t Choose Family

My sister-in-law hasn’t been spoiled with material things, but she does dominate all family decisions and events. She will throw a fit at perceived slights, so everyone walks on eggshells to keep her happy at all times. If the family holiday dinner falls on a time when she can’t make it—even though everyone else can—we better change it.

If she wants to use my father-in-law’s pool on Labor Day Weekend to host a birthday party for her son, even though he just had another birthday party the weekend before that we all had to go to—we’d better make sure we all attend. There are so many more examples of her paranoia that people are being mean to her, but it’s exhausting to even think about.

I wish someone in her family would tell her that the world doesn’t revolve around her.

1robotsnowman

94. I Get Hangry

This girl I used to be friends with got mad at me and my other friend for not getting her “steak or a salad” when we asked if she was hungry one day. Like, she EXPECTED us to get it for her after that. At first, we thought she was just talking about how she was craving it, but her follow-up response revealed the chilling truth: “If you guys are too lazy to get me the steak, just go get me a salad from McDonald’s.”

We informed her that we weren’t getting her any food because we were NOT her servants. She retaliated by throwing a tantrum. The funny part is, she expected us to pay for EVERYTHING when we used to hang out and if we didn’t, apparently we were just “stingy jerks who use her for her gas.” Thank goodness I don’t talk to her anymore.

KeiiKaRu

95. A True Man Child

I had an old friend call me in the middle of the night, begging for me to go pick him up. I thought he had gotten mugged or something along those lines. The actual reason was jaw-droppingly ridiculous. Turns out, he got into an argument with his parents because they bought him a storage space for him to put his childhood items into.

He was so upset that his parents decided to sell their home and move elsewhere to retire and that he would be forced to decide which of his items to keep and sell. I deleted his number right after that night and have avoided him at all costs since then. He is 29 years old and a total man-baby. Like seriously dude, work on your drama.

minusthelela

96. Victory Is Mine

My cousin who is eight years old is the most spoiled brat ever, but my aunt’s to blame. He cannot accept no for an answer. For example, every time he goes to the store with my aunt, he leaves with a toy or a game without fail. If he goes with me or my grandparents, on the other hand, we tell him, “No, you’re not getting a toy or game; we’re just here to pick some groceries.” That boy then throws the biggest tantrums, causing a scene in public.

He also always has to win whenever we play a game. It’s not that I try to win all the time, but when I play a video game or board game I usually play with his sister. She’s a bit of a drama queen, but at least she’s mellow compared to him. Anyway, we were all playing this Star Wars game and his sister had won. It went from zero to outrage in no time flat.

He screamed, “NO! I win!” and proceeded to knock over all the pieces. I scolded him, telling him that wasn’t nice. Since he had also upset his sister, I told him to apologize to her. I’ve heard from his sister that his friends at school don’t really like to play sports or games with him because of his attitude.

I feel bad for him, to be honest. My aunt kind of screwed him up by giving in to every demand he wanted his whole life. I’m worried about how badly it will affect him as he gets older.

SRGFernandez

97. Puppy Love

My wife’s friend. Her husband bought her a puppy, and spent probably $600 on the actual dog, training, food, toys, etc. He is the one who takes it outside to pee, feeds it, takes it on walks, etc. He pretty much did everything to take care of it. Yet, she keeps complaining that the puppy likes him more. That was unbearable behavior enough, but then she took things to the next level.

Not only did she stop wearing her wedding ring and change all her profile pictures to not include her husband, but she also threatened to get rid of the dog for good and even tried to harm it behind his back a couple of times. Luckily, her husband left her and he and the dog now live together in a different place. What a spoiled witch.

acondie13

98. Eat Your Words

A while ago I decided to treat myself to some Burger King. I was having a bad day and had a headache coming on. So I was waiting in line at the BK, when suddenly this woman comes in with a monster of a child. He was out of control, screaming, punching his mother, throwing things around. The mother didn’t pay any attention to him and he continued yelling, “I want a PIE.”

My headache turned into a full-blown migraine. I calmly turned and asked if she could please calm her child down. Immediately she got up in my face, telling me to mind my own business. I nodded and turned around, when the child cried out again how he wants a pie. I then decided to ruin their day in the most devious way I could think of.

When I got to the front of the line I asked the person at the register how many apple pies they have left. They told me and I bought all of them. I ate one and made sure the kid saw me throw the rest in the trash.

brizzenden

99. All In The Family

Long story short, my parents are fairly well-off. Like, really well-off. For example, my parents would often find out people in need, like a struggling family or whatever, and anonymously drop a new car or van off at their home, as a gift in their name. Or, they would pay off people’s mortgages if they were in a bind. They did it anonymously because, according to my father, “People will always feel like they owe you, or have an obligation to you, even if you insist otherwise.” Plus, they were sticklers about the whole religious principle of not doing charity to get seen by others, but for the right reasons.

Anyway, I know this is going to go a different direction than some of you expected—you probably assumed I was going to talk about some other rich spoiled kids I knew, which there were plenty…but I have to say, the most spoiled person I have ever known is my father’s brother, my uncle. Quick back story, my parents do not come from old money, and I did not either.

In fact, I remember being quite poor in my early childhood, guarding my father’s bucket of flowers on the street corners of Boston as he roller-skated and sold them to people at rush hour. Well, he eventually saved up enough money and opened his own flower shop, then that grew into a chain of flower shops, and so on. Things took off rather quickly and we went from being broke to rich.

This is when my father’s brother comes into the picture. My father did so much to help him and his family. He gave him a million dollars to start a business, which my uncle somehow blew in six months with nothing to show for it. He also paid for their home when times were tough…literally, he has always been there to bail them out.

I have never once heard my uncle say “thank you” for anything, nor his wife. My father has declined to talk about it and if I ever brought it up, he’d always say, “We got lucky. He’s just trying to help his family and he’s my brother, so stop complaining.” Here is something that REALLY bugged me, though.

When I was still in my early teens, I was still adapting to this concept of massive wealth in our family. My uncle and his family had this van—an old Dodge Caravan that was breaking down, in and out of the shop. We decided as a family to do something nice for them, so we went to the dealership, got the most loaded family van there was, and went to their home to drop it off. His reply made my blood boil.

Not only was my uncle disappointed that we didn’t buy them a Suburban, but he also showed no gratefulness at all. In fact, he even complained about it, saying that we should have just taken him to the lot with us so he could have picked what he wanted. A week later, he sold the van and bought a brand new sports car instead.

To this day, I have never seen any gratefulness from them. I don’t even like being around them. It sucks because my cousins became very much like my siblings because they were with us so much. My aunt and uncle were probably vacationing out of town once a month, so they’d always leave my cousins to hang out with us.

GeneticsGuy

100. Back off My Buns

There was an elementary school next to my high school, and some of the kids who went there were really messed up. They were like eight or 10, standing outside and being rude little jerks to everyone who walked past them. We were actually shocked with their vocabulary. Anyway, one day I was walking by, alone, eating some buns.

This one kid comes up to me with a smug look on his face and yells, “GIVE ME A BUN, YOU IDIOT!” The look on my face was must have been something like shock or disbelief as I replied, “No! Screw Off!” to him before I turned my back on the kid and started walking away to get to my next class on time. Big. Mistake.

I suddenly feel a slight push and weight added to my back. The kid was hanging on my back, pulling my hair and screaming “GIVE ME A BUN!” I felt like I had been attacked by an angry leper gnome. In my panic, the only thought I had in my head was “OH MY GOD! GET THIS OFF OF ME!” In some weird move worthy of WWE, I spun around quickly while straightening my back and loosened my backpack, which caused this little jerk to fly off me.

He spun around in the air and landed face-first on the concrete. He immediately started crying like the kid he was. I proceeded to walk over to him. His teary, fear-filled eyes stared up at me as I picked up my backpack. I turned my back on him again, picked up a new bun, and enjoyed the fading sound of that brat’s crying as I walked away, eating my sweet bun.

ThrowawayAtWork

101. With a Little Help From My Housekeeper

There was a kid at my high school. When he was 14, he had a learner’s permit, but his parents got him a Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Every day, he drove it to school and was determined to park it in the parking lot to show it off. So, he had his housekeeper drive to school with him and her son drove a car behind her to take her back home—which was only about 2 miles away from our school.

CollectandRun

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