It happened on Friday afternoon and the moment the kids came in I had a feeling these kids would be trouble, especially when the 1 chaperone probably the birthday boy's mom didn't step in to tell any of the boys to quiet down or attempt to control them, in total I think there was at less 20 boys who were running around and being very loud. Twice the managers had to tell them "NO out of the bar" cause we have a small bar in the left hand corner of the lobby, before their movie started 3 of the 20 boys were standing by the outside of the bar and says "this place is boring."

Me to myself "well this is a theater, not your personal playground" not long after I went on break they went to watch their movie, which was Wild Robot and I'm 100% sure they only watch 5% of the movie maybe less, cause our assistant manager had to tell them repeatedly not to scream and yell or go into other auditoriums. They were just as loud after the movie was done too and it took 3 of us, the usher, concession stand coworker, myself and the assistant manager to sweep up the ice cube and popcorn mess they made throughout the entire room. They had raised up nearly all the footrest on all the rows, left a sock behind and managed to unplug 4 of the seats in the back rows, it took up till the trailers started playing for us to clean up the large majority of the mess, at less whatever we could sweep up the rest would have to be vacuumed by night shift.

I told my coworkers that they should be blacklisted or banned, but since their kids they might not be and I said "ok get a better chaperone next time," because if it was me and my parents found out I made a mess in the theater I'd be banned from going to a theater without my parents. Or worst my parents would hold my hand throughout the movie and make sure I stayed in my seat for the entire movie, unless I had to use the bathroom and back into my seat I returned or I'd get an earful once they find me and another after we got home that'll last 4 hours of how naughty I was.

Tl;dr kids birthday party becomes messy nightmare for us

this happened back when i was in elementary school but i still remember it.

when i was in second grade, we were having recess. i was doing my thing when i saw some other students gathered around the tube that led to the sewer. i went over to see what was up and they seemed to be talking to someone in the sewer.

the voice was that of another little kid and the other students were trying to get information from him. i joined them and was trying to find out what was happening. during this time, the whistle for the end of recess was apparently blown and all the students went to line up, except the kids at the tube obviously. eventually, a teacher went over to see what was up. we explained the situation to her, with me hysterically saying "please! you gotta believe us"! she told us to go to our respective lines.

apparently, a little kid went to the other end of the tube and was speaking into it, making us think that he had fallen into the sewer. what a little shit! he made us think that he was in actual danger when, in reality, he was perfectly alright.

the very next day, the teachers made him personally apologize to me. i can still remember the teachers barely restraining disappointment that he had toyed with my emotions like that(this was towards the end of the school year and that was the most upset these teachers had ever seen me).

as for us who were at the sewer talking to the boy, we were not punished. my teacher even told my parents how proud she was of me for being such a caring person.

i sincerely hope that apologizing to the kids wasn't the end of that boy's punishment.

A few years ago, I got conscripted into babysitting what can only be described as the spawn of Satan himself. This little gremlin pushed me to my breaking point. So, I decided, why not share my suffering with the lovely folks of Reddit? Obligatory warning that I’m on mobile and formatting is a bitch, so I have to use a double paragraph separation (Pressing the Enter/Return key, in case I’m being too obtuse) where I would normally use one.

First, the TLDR: Entitled 5-year-old deliberately misgenders me and makes my life hell, then has excuses made for him.

The cast:

Me- Who else?

S- My badass younger sister

Mom- Do you really need me to explain this one?

GC- 5-year-old gremlin child

OK, with introductions all over, let the story begin! So, my mom is a musician, and signed up for a music festival. Unfortunately, she didn’t check my dad’s schedule, who happened to have a conference in Buffalo that same week. So, my sister and I got dragged along, and wound up babysitting.

Enter GC.

We both brought activities and games, thinking we were going to be “The fun babysitters”. That little fantasy quickly ended.

So, it seemed normal at first. GC had a stuffed penguin who he would throw and we played catch with it for a while. Then, things started to get out of hand. I was sitting on the steps, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt a weight on top of me and two little hands grabbing around my neck. GC had decided to help himself to a piggyback ride. I gently set him down and said not to do that. Did he listen?

Of course he didn’t.

Soon, he was climbing on me again, and this time I set him down less gently and spoke more sharply.

Me: Ok, GC, do not do that again. You could get hurt, and neither of us wants that.

GC: Blah.

Me:….What?

GC: Blah blah blah.

And this continued.

FOR OVER 45 MINUTES.

He was just refusing to speak English (Yes, he could speak English) and instead opting to say only “blah”.

Soon, we went further up the stairs so GC could play with some of his Hot Wheels. Did he play with them? Yep. By “driving” them all up and down me and S. Then, he tried to dash upstairs. I blocked him and pushed him gently away. He took this as a challenge, and charged at me. I stopped him, and pushed him back, a little more forcefully this time.

Big mistake.

He fell backwards and just lay on the ground, motionless. Now, here’s what was going on in my head at that time: HOLY SHIT OH FUCK I KILLED HIM WHAT DO I DO IS HE HURT SHOULD I GET AN AMBULANCE WILL HE BE OK I SHOULD NEVER BE IN CHARGE OF CHILDREN I’M A MENACE TO SOCIETY OH FUCK MOM’S GONNA KILL ME AAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Here’s what I actually did:

Me: GC, are you ok?

GC:

Me: Are you hurt?

GC:

S: What happened?

Me: I was trying to stop him from getting upstairs and then I pushed him too hard.

GC: stifled laugh

Me: Wait. GC, have you been faking this whole time?

GC: Devilish cackling Then, GC got up and ran up the stairs. I ran after him and grabbed his arm.

Me: GC, stop.

GC: I do this to all my babysitters. Innocent yet sinister grin

Then, somehow, GC wound up on top of me.

S: GC, get off him, please.

GC: It’s a her!

Now, I have long hair for a boy. People misgender me. It happens. However, what doesn’t usually happen is someone being so convinced that they’re right, they think the person they’re talking about is wrong (To anyone who had an encounter with a transphobic Karen, I hope you got your revenge) and needs to be “taught”. I don’t think this is what GC was trying to do, but I digress. Now, soon after I managed to get up (Surprisingly harder than you might think), I decided to keep GC in one place. By laying on top of him. Now, before we go any further, I would like to make a few things clear.

1: I made sure to not put too much pressure on him.

2: If it felt like he was having trouble breathing, I lifted myself up.

3: I am at my limit now and am willing to do anything to get him to STFU and make things easy for both of us. Now, back to the story.

GC: Get off, I can’t breathe!

Me: Gets off It sure felt like you could. I could feel your chest moving, and if it felt too tight, I lifted myself up.

S: Whatever,[My name], just don’t do it again.

GC: Gets up and walks toward me

Me: Um, what are you doing, GC?

And it was at this point he started punching my gut. Now, I’m a purple belt in karate. I blocked all his hits after that, trying my best to look like an anime protagonist as I did.

Now, soon after, we moved upstairs so that GC could have more room to go berserk. I started working on a puzzle I’d brought. I should also probably mention, GC was told earlier not to insist that I’m “A her”.

GC: Kicks my pile of puzzle pieces

Me: Hey! Don’t do that!

GC: (To S) Look, I kicked its puzzle.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, theydies and gentlethems. This little shit was dehumanizing me.

Later, GC decides to cause even more chaos. He stands on our feet while we’re sitting on the floor. And, we were sitting cross-legged, so our feet were sideways.

It hurt like hell.

At this point, I want to commit acts that would land me in a military court faster than you can say “Geneva Conventions”.

When it was finally over, I let out a sigh of relief that could’ve blown out the sun. As we were packing up our stuff and preparing to drop GC off to his mom, he mentioned that his babysitters always bring him candy and that we should bring him a bag of candy tomorrow. He expected us to buy him a full bag of candy with our own money after what he just did. S promised to do so, and then didn’t. I like to think it was intentional.

Later, when M and S talked to GC’s mom about this, she made excuses for him claiming that “He’s too young to understand gender” and “He’s usually a really sweet kid”

Welp, that’s the story. I wrote all this multiple years ago when it was happening, so telling me to punt GC into the orbit of Mercury will fail for reasons other than my crippling lack of athleticism.

Hi Everyone,

I had a therapy session today and she suggested I post this story due to it occurring this time last year. Additionally, this is one of the few times I stood up for myself around my crazy family.

So I have a lot of cousins, the sweet ones Rebecca (F12) and Lily (F7) as well as the entitled ones Anya (F9), Frigga (F6) and Ian (M4).

They all have their birthdays in June to July so during our annual family reunion presents are exchanged and opened as it makes it easier than shipping presents abroad and risking damaging them.

I plan all presents in the family as I love giving gifts. However, for the first (and last time) I was in charge of it with no interference from my mum who was overseeing.

So I asked all the children what they wanted, making sure they were age appropriate, worked with the budget given and in the end each of the cousins had a collection of small presents following their interests as well as a home made card. I was very proud of myself because I had been working on this since January.

So the day came around.

I hand the cousins their gifts and sit down with cocktail in hand. No one but me and my mum know what the presents are so I’m excited hoping I did a good job.

Well, the response from my cousins was mixed…

My sweet cousins where ecstatic. Rebecca happily stimming (she has autism) as she showed me each of her gifts as if I didn’t get them for her. Lilly ran around showing me, her mother and mine her gifts. But best of all they said thank you which although normal for them still makes me happy.

For my entitled cousins the reaction was slightly different. Although they were happy (wide smiles, laughter, ect) , playing with their toys, eating the chocolate, ect.

They said nothing to me and ignored me.

Acting as if I didn’t exist.

My mum was pissed off! But before she said anything my Favourite Aunt spoke up saying loudly “Remember to say thank you” while staring at the entitled cousins.

My sweet cousins run up to me and my mum giving us lots of hugs, kisses and thank yous. But nothing from the Entitled Kids.

My Favourite Aunt Repeats herself “Remember to say thank you” her voice more tense. My Entitled Cousins look up before this conversation occurs, paraphrasing as this was a year ago.

EC - Entitled Cousins (Where I can’t remember which one said what so general as one of them said it and I don’t fucking know which one said what) OP - Me FA - Favourite Aunt EU - Entitled Uncle

EC: Why?

FA: Because you got a present…

EC: That’s stupid

OP: I actually put a lot of effort and thought into those presents so it’s common decency to say thank you.

EU: They don’t have to if they don’t want to after all you put so much effort in and that’s your problem not mine.

OP: So I won’t do it again in the future as it won’t be appreciated.

EU: You can’t do that… Screaming starts

I walk off before I slap a bitch and in the background I hear many a temper tantrum including my Entitled Uncle stomping his foot like a toddler.

I did NOT do presents this year for the Entitled Cousins this year and will not next year either. I put a lot of effort into presents and plan everything upwards of 3 months in advance so not getting a thank you pissed me.

This was the final straw on that bullshit holiday.

I’m skipping the family reunion this year because I don’t want to deal with any of them.

This story is from about a year ago, so if there is some inconsistencies I am very sorry.

Cast: EK (Entitled Kid) EKF (Entitled Kids friend) MF (My friends)

So this story goes back to April 2023, when me and my friends were hanging out. EK and EKF wanted to go with us for some reason, while me and MF were 14, they were around 11/12. EKF was not the entitled one. He had to call his dad due to having a dead phone and I let him. Then, EK takes my phone and runs with it into the storm drain. He was dangling it over the drain and reminding you, it was an iPhone 13 which was still pretty new at the time. So me, MF, and EKF all start screaming at him and he eventually takes my phone out and give it back, when we pull him out. We kick him out and continue on the day.

Alright some Setup: so there is a museum in my city that has a car ramp where you can build wooden cars out of pieces they give you. now to the story: my mom told me to babysit my sister as they go to get us some snacks at the cafeteria. So my sister wanted to go to said car ramp so we did. When we got there there was a kid playing there (Entitled kid or EK) and her mom (Entitled Parent or EP). So EK who looked to be about 8 or so was already at the ramp when me and my sister had just finished making our super limo of a car. When we got to the ramp EK was about to turn the wheel to make the cars go when I turned the wheel (I didn't see EK) The cars went flying and surprisingly me and my sister’s super limo survived the hill and got to the bottom. So I turned and saw EK disappointed so I told her that I’m sorry and I didn’t see her. EK had none of it and punched me in the nuts (I’m a 14yo Male) so I fell to the ground in agony. I was in shock a 8 year old had such a strong punch. I yelled ”OWWWW!”. Then EK started crying and yelled at EP that I had been too loud and had punched her. The EP was furious and kicked me on the ground. I said “What the heck lady!?” As now I had recovered from that deadly punch. Then EP started screaming at me about how I’m disrespectful and I should rot in Heck. Then my sister comes up and punches her in the side. She KICKES her off and she hits her head and starts crying too! Then my parents and a security guard pulled up to save the day and the Guard escorted EP and EK out as she called me racial slurs (I’m not of color and this is a museum for children). Our parents then gave us Oreos. And that calmed my sister down and we enjoyed the rest of our museum trip.

yesterday, i was working a night shift at my job. like most retail stores, we have electric carts that are meant for use for people who either have difficulty walking or can't walk at all.

i was entering the store an hour from closing when i witnessed an appalling sight. two kids were playing on the electric carts. like, they were full on riding them with smiles on their faces.

now, no one likes a good time more then i do. however, those carts are meant for use for handicapped people. they are not toys!

i sternly told the two boys to get off the carts and that they are meant for use by handicapped people. with the biggest smile on his face, one of the boys said that he had just walked 60 miles. in what universe is that comparable to being handicapped?

i got my manager who promptly dealt with them.

generally, the kids who come into my store are very well behaved for the most part. but this is unacceptable.

by the way, these two boys were middle school aged, definitely old enough to know better.

Hi, I'm fairly new to this subreddit. So, I have a little story to tell:

Cast: OP (me, 22 FtM); EK (entitled kid), LB (little brother), LS (little sister), mg (My grandmother) ekg (entitled kid's guardian—I have no idea if the woman as his grandmother or his father's gf). EK and LB are around nine, and LS is five. Due to certain circumstances, I'm living with my dad and grandmother with my younger siblings (my mom passed a few months back).

I'm unaware of the first part, as I was told this by MG. It's important to note we—OP, LB, and LS have separate copies of FNaF Security Breach for the Switch, as I got SB as a birthday gift by a family member, and LB and LS got their own copies after they would steal mine without me okaying it—and EK took LS's copy of SB. MG did not okay EK taking it, after she told him not to take it.

I was called downstairs, where LB was screaming about a stolen video game that EK has. I go off to MG to find our what's going on. I get told EK stole LS video game, and because MG's bad legs, I was assigned to go with LB to walk to EK's house, a few houses down, to see if we can't get the game back. I'm someone who's so non confrontal that I the thought of going to another person's house over a stolen $35-60 game was unnerving.

We go to EK's house. It took EK five minutes to answer the door. Immediately, EK says LB said he can have the game for the rest of the day, and LB says he didn't. I added that I was told EK stole the game from LS. This is where EKG comes in; no, she's not entitled—once she understood why we were there, she told EK to get the game. EK starts with "Can I get the game now?" over and over, he's asking EKG to buy him the game . . . right now.

EKG tells him to get the game. EK takes his Switch and half-tosses, half-drops it at out feet, saying, "Here, have my Switch." EKG takes the Switch, telling him not to do that. Two minutes later, he hands me the game, still demanding the game he stole.

I'm uncomfortable, as I feel like an entitled Karen for retrieving stolen property (am I Karen?). I'm mortified, and apologize somewhere in the middle of EK's rant about demanding the game regarding the whole situation, and EKG's chill and understanding about it. We leave and return home.

I come into the house, telling MG my side of the story. MG explains she heard LB and LS telling EK to not leave with the game, and that's how she knew he stole it. As of now, EK's not allowed to be inside the house if he ever comes back here. And MG was shocked when I explained EK was demanding EKG for a copy of the game right that second, upon being caught stealing.

I know people get so sick of entitled kids and think the parents must be the same but I’m here to tell you we’re not.

I worked in retail for a little over two years. In that time, I saw some stuff. Especially back when I worked at Claire’s. As you can probably guess, I witnessed many kids acting out because their parents wouldn’t let them get something or otherwise being entitled. I basically saw it on a weekly basis and some of these got quite intense. I watched a girl shove her mom out the door because she wouldn’t buy her something. I saw two different instances of girls making their parents/grandparents buy them $100+ worth of stuff and throwing new things on the counter while I was scanning. I saw a kid asking his dad again and again if they could go to a different store and buy a toy again and again and again for the entire three minutes they were at my register(that was actually at the job I had after Claire’s). Out of all of them, this was the funniest.

One day I’m at work and this mom with a girl, probably around 7, and a boy, probably 4 or 5, came in. This was around Christmas. On a side note, I saw a ton of kids come in and beg their parents for stuff in the days leading up to Christmas. Did not get it. Like kid, you’re getting a ton of new stuff in a few days. Calm down. If I’m remembering correctly, the family was there buying something specific for the girl, but the boy saw an Among Us plushie and started begging his mom for it.

The mom said no and when the kid continued to beg for it, she said she wasn’t going to get him anything because he opened one of his Christmas presents early. The kid responded with, “If you buy me it, I won’t open another one”. The mom would not give in and the kid got more and more upset. Then he said, “You’re being mean. When we get home, you should have to go to your room”. Yes, this kindergartener just told his mom that she had to go to timeout. It took so much willpower to not start laughing my ass off.

The mom was not having it and was not engaging. They eventually left when they were done. I’ve seen kids argue with their parents, but never seen one with the same guts as that kid.

I worked at Claire’s for eight months. It was a pretty miserable job for many reasons, one of them being that I had to deal with children raising hell because Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t buy them the eyeshadow pallet shaped like a star. What often made it worse was kids and parents would often get into full blown screaming matches and there really is nothing less fun and more awkward than witnessing that. And here is the worst case of that I was ever involved in. Thinking about this makes me cringe.

One day, I’m at work and this family comes in. There’s a mom, a grandma, a girl who couldn’t be more than six, and a boy who couldn’t be more than five. The mom came in to ask about a problem they had after getting the girl’s ears pierced. They had been a little swollen after they had taken the piercing earrings out and I told them it’d be a good idea to maybe clean them a little more and have her wear the precious metal earrings, the earrings made from the less crappy metal. They go to look at the earrings and I let them know about our Buy Three, Get Three deal on jewelry and hair accessories. Now our precious metal earrings are expensive, $12 for a pair and $36 for a pack of three. I usually felt bad telling people they need to get the expensive ones so I usually also pointed the clearance ones. I walked over the clearance and grabbed the three precious metal earrings I saw there. I brought them over to the girl and showed them to her and she literally recoiled because she thought they were ugly. I have never seen a kid that age look that judgmental in my life.

The family lingers into the regular earrings and the girl starts begging for a pair of flamingo earrings. She said she needed them because she was dressing as a flamingo for Halloween. Get ready for these kids to say the word “need” a lot. The mom wants to get enough things to get the discount. She ended up getting enough things to get it more than once. The girl then gravitated to a tiara and said she needed it because, and I quote here, “I need it, I can’t be a princess without a tiara”.

This family ended up being in there for about twenty minutes. It felt longer. The entire time, both kids were hopping around the store, pointing at practically everything, and saying “I need this”. Some of it was kind of weird. We had these Harry Potter mini figure blind bags that quite a few kids wanted, even kids who were a few years too young to read Harry Potter, just because one of the options was a cute orange tabby cat they wanted. That was one of the things these kids “needed”. They spent the better part of the most uncomfortable twenty minutes of my life yelling at their mom and grandma and wailing every single time they said no to anything. The mom was getting more pissed off by the minute, but she was still really determined to stay in the store long enough to get enough things to get that discount.

Eventually, the mom is yelling at the kids, the kids are still yelling, and the grandma is the only one not yelling but she still looks stressed out. Can’t emphasize this enough, it is really awkward to watch parents angrily scolding or arguing with their kids, especially when you’re at work and you have to keep on the happy, polite retail worker face and basically act like you’re not seeing anything. The mom even started telling the grandma to pick out something for herself because she didn’t want to buy the kids anything else.

I have never been so happy to see a customer check out. As the mom is checking out, she sees that the total is really high and asks me to remove a few things. I’m so glad the kids didn’t witness that.

Claire’s brings out the worst in children and the Buy 3, Get 3 brings out the worst in parents.

Most entitled sister ever

My sister is 28 this year and still lives at home as she’s somehow still in undergrad. Some unbelievable demands she’s made while completely failing at life:

• demand that my parents pay for a nice apartment so she can move out at their expense (my parents said no thank god)
• give her a $1500 monthly allowance (my parents said no thank god)
• researched the most expensive healthcare plan as my parents offered to pay for it
• insist that only branded bottled waters are acceptable for her to drink (all that plastic waste!)
• eats out because she finds my moms cooking “not good enough for her”
• spends all her $13/hour wage on $3000 worth of work clothes
• only wears full priced Lululemon items
• only wears $100+ shoes
• saves nothing from her part time job despite having $0 living expenses
• straight up asked my parents to gift her their $1.5m primary residence (glad my mom laughed it off because she can never afford the tax and upkeep)
• tried to get her bf to move in before even asking my parents (he said no anyways)
• drives around my parents car like it’s hers and gets mad if anyone else uses it

Now that my parents took away her credit card and replaced it with a $200/month allowance:

• had the audacity to ask for $200-300 extra for a 3 day vacation in a nearby city w her bf after my dad already stupidly paid for her hotel with his points
• harassing her bf to get a better paying job so she can live in a $2000 apartment (local average is like $1000)

Just can’t believe the audacity and ungratefulness. The level of disgusting entitlement made me completely child free and scared some of my friends into becoming child free also.

This happened yesterday

I'm a huge fan of multiple franchises and I have a huge collection of action figures (I own action figures from Power Rangers, Marvel Comics, TMNT, Terminator, Naruto, horror stuff, etc). I have over 300 of them, and I have been collecting them since I was a kid.

I save up my money to buy them and I search the local stores to see if they have any new ones and go on websites like Ebay to seek out hard to find ones

My room is full of them as I have multiple shelves and display cases just filled with action figure, and I keep the duplicates and ones I don't have room for in boxes in my closet

Well earlier yesterday my brother's friend came over for a visit, and he brought his 6 year old bro. His little bro was behaving rather rude, as he kept demanding for candy and stuff like that.

Well he got bored downstairs (he my bro and his friend were watching basketball) so he decided to come upstairs to find something to do

Well I left my door open to my room (I was just chilling in my room chatting with friends on Discord), and well he saw my collection as my room is full of them

He immediately was in shock and wanted to play with them

Thing is, a lot of my figures aren't meant to be played with by kids as they are the expensive ones meant to be posed like once and kept on a shelf (including a few I had to order from Japan as they were only sold there)

I got up and told him no and that he can't play with them as they are expensive and well he threw a tantrum and kept begging and begging to play with them

I kept telling him that he couldn't and he just kept crying more and more and kept on whining about him wanting to play with my figures

This went on for a while

Eventually my bro and his friend came upstairs to see what was going on, I told them why he was acting like that, and they understood (I told them before that my figures are expensive and not meant to be played with).

My bro's friend told him that he would let him play some games on his phone and have a lollipop if he stopped crying and not play with my action figures, and well he stopped crying and played on the phone had the lollipop and forgot all about the action figures.

He never asked me about the action figures again thankfully

The other day while I (32f) was working on leash training our new puppy, I made the decision to go past a playground to practice ignoring children. There were two girls at the play ground (look 12-14ish) and as we walked by I heard one of them scream "PUPPY"!

I was of coursed focused on my puppy who was doing an amazing job of staying focused on me and the whole point was to ignore the kids at the park, but apparently the girls decided to come over to us. I noticed them approaching and just kept walking without saying anything. I hear one of them go "Awe, I wanna pet the puppy." And I yell over my shoulder "not today sorry." And assume the interaction was over. Getting myself to the enclosed area where I work on pups offleash recall and entirely forgetting about the girls.

About an hour later a truck pulls up to where I'm working with the puppy and out hops a woman I've never seen before. She waves me over and then says "did you tell my daughter to fuck off when she asked to pet your dog?" I just started laughing. I told the mother what happened from my perspective, pointing out that they never actually asked me if they could pet the dog, just said they wanted to. She also laughed and told me what the girls said happened. Apparently I was VERY rude to these children. Like, No one swears at random children that much for no reason. Causing mom to ask where this happened, was I still there and deciding to try to come talk to me.

She felt even more certain they were fibbing in some way when she saw that I was clearly training a puppy.

I still wonder what those girls were thinking when the mom left to find me. Other than probably hoping I had gone home by then. I would have paid money to see their faces when she got home with my side of the story..

A short one, but I think it deserves to be here. I was waiting at the bus station after a date a couple nights back, headphones in listening to tunes and smoking a ciggy, when the screaming began.

The kid, we'll call him EK for entitled kid, probably around ten (looks younger than my little brother, so rough guess), starts kicking off to his guardian, I'd assume mother but safer to say guardian. Starts screaming about some school drama so I decide to pull an ear out and listen.

It's nothing exciting, but I leave my earphones out on one side cause the brats hilarious. Keep in mind it's 4 degrees C out (39.2F), so I'm expecting some complaints about the cold, I mean we are British, it's in our blood. Instead, EK starts screaming about the bus, pointing at one further down wondering why it ain't circling around the station to pick him up (it was a bus that just completed its route and was stopping for a driver change).

His guardian is still just listening and not saying a word, not even to quiet him down. So EK decides that if the bus (which keep in mind, isn't sentient and can't hear him), doesn't show up in the next 2 minutes, he's gonna kick off. The other people waiting start moving inside, either from the cold or the EK, but I've still got half a cig left, so I get to be blessed with a migraine from listening to this brat.

Unsurprisingly, the bus doesn't obey his commands and he starts flipping out, stomping and yelling and whining about the cold. The bus shows up a couple minutes after the tasmanian devil is unleashed and the kid stomps right up to the doors and glares at his guardian. "I'm getting on first! And I want pizza when we get home!"

What a surprise, his guardian doesn't bat an eye and just agrees, luckily sparing my ears more abuse. Still had to wait another 20 mins for my bus home.

TLDR: Got stuck listening to an entitled brat for nearly an hour waiting at the station for a bus home.

This is a story from when I was in 7th (maybe 8th) grade. I was reading another Reddit post and made me think of my story. This is extra long for no reason. My apologies.

I lived in a pretty diverse city growing up (still do). All through school we were all pretty friendly to each other. We never had major cliques or direct bulling, no racism. Everyone was typically pretty cool with each other. (My graduating class was about 300 people with the ethnicity makeup being somewhere along the lines of 45% Hispanic, 40% black, 10% white and 5% asian- not that it matters, but we were ALL different and no one was singled out for being different). This is about me and a fellow classmate, we will call her Autumn. Cause that was her name. This girl and I had a similar group of friends. Our group of friends had at least one (or more) people from each ethnic background. All females. Now autumn and I didn’t hate each other, but I think there was some girl on girl rivalry ever since we started middle school. Autumn liked the boy that liked me. That boy, Ry, (name changed) and I were great friends. Now I didn’t know it but Ry had a thing for white girls (me) while autumn was Asian. This is where it really started. I eventually stopped talking to Ry cause he never understood the friend zone no matter how many times I expressed to him it was only a friendship. By this time we are playing sports. Autumn and I and our mutual friend group all played the same sport. I grew up poor. Damn near everyone on my team had a phone. I did not. Each day I would ask someone different in the friend group to call home for a ride. Each day someone in the group would let me (I was thankful) except autumn. Idk if she didn’t actually have service on her phone or if she genuinely did not want me to use her phone or what, but she would always deny. So I stopped asking her. Until one day after practice, it was just her and I in the pouring rain. We were both waiting for our ride, though my parents typically forgot about me or made me walk two miles home. (For a 12-13 year old female, that’s kindve far). By no means was it autumns responsibility to make sure I was able to call home or make sure that I was getting home, but I needed to ensure I wasn’t forgotten about and she once again denied me of using her phone. So I waited and waited. She got picked up and then it was only me waiting and waiting and waiting some more. I walked home that day in the cold pouring rain. I actually caught a cold from it. I had to take time off from my sport. Once I was back on my feet again, I was back into my sports. And thriving. Sports are what got me through my childhood. Anyways I came back after a week and applied myself to the sport and my team again and showed out for us. (Meaning I beat autumn at our event in sports) afterwards it got really bad. I would see her whispering and looking at me but never talking directly to me. My other friends began to call me stupid and other mean names. I decided those were not the friends I wanted and removed myself from the group and made new friends. (With the exception of a few from the old group) I was fine with out them. But we all still had classes together. One day a friend from a completely separate group traded this really awesome blue glittery pen-looking mechanical pencil for a pack of gum (the currency of children). I loved this pencil. It was my pride and joy. It was my favorite color, nd no one else in the whole school had anything that even compared to it. I remember autumn asking me if I would trade it with her for something and I told her no. Then she proceeded to ask if she could buy it from me. Again, no. One) I loved this pencil. Two) this girl was so mean to me for no reason. Why would I do something nice for you? I won’t. This is the one thing in my life (at that moment in time) that made me feel not destitute. While everyone had their phones and nice shoes and the markers that smelled good that I couldn’t ever afford, I had this. This one pencil that made me feel like a million bucks. Everyone wanted it. Especially her. I made sure to carry this pencil with me always for this very reason. I knew she was sneaky. Eventually I couldn’t carry it with me to the bathroom due to issues with writing on the stalls and I did not want to be seen as a perpetrator. Well one day we were taking a test in algebra and I had to pee. So I waited until I finished the test and a few others as well before I asked. I did this so I could specifically ask another friend to watch my pencil while I was gone. (Algebra was my last class of the day, and I didn’t want to miss the bus when leaving school) friend said she would keep an eye on it. I came back to class with maybe ten minutes to spare before the release bell. The pencil was gone. I asked The friend about it and they said it was there but then when I looked all around my desk and in my bag and everything else, it was still not there. I decided to take it as an L. Even though I was so disappointed myself and my friend. But it was a pencil. Not the end of the world. Until about two weeks later when Autumn showed up to school with MY pencil. “Oh look what my mom bought me, I donno where she got it but isn’t it soooo cute” I was red angry. She was showing it off to everyone and it was as if everyone forgot I had that same exact pencil two weeks prior. Now yes, she could’ve gotten the same one from the store but I have a few reasons as to why that was debunked. 1) the friend I originally traded it with got it from a vacation spot with her family. 2) it had bite marks on the end from where I chewed it. 3) it had a line engraved down the side of it which I did with a razor blade. Now I didn’t have any proof she stole it but I knew it was mine. So I didn’t report her to a teacher or anything. Plus it was close to the end of the year and we were all getting ready to move onto bigger and better things- high school. I figured life would have a funny way of showing her who she is. Just wanted to share this story since it came back into my memory. If you’re autumn and you see this, fuck you bitch. I hope karma got your ass.

Funny enough there was this girl around the same time in my life at school who I did hate, and she hated me. We are good friends now.

I’m just gonna get right into this. This story is related to baths/showers.

To start the story I will admit I take a very long time in the bath/shower. But, I at least have common sense and ask people if they need to do anything before I even bother starting to fill the bath up. I will even go to lengths of waking my family members up who are sleeping and ask them if they need to do anything (I always apologise for waking them up after). The main reason I take so long is because I’m generally a slow person so most of the time I just blank out and forget that I have to be doing something like washing my hair, so on so fourth.

The only problem is my sister (12F), always does the same thing. After asking everyone, including her, if they need to do anything in the bathroom I will wait for when they’re finished and then get in the bath after filling it up. About 6 minutes into my bath my little sister will come banging on the door, telling me she needs toilet or something like that. Most of the time I speed up to get out of the bath as soon as possible. Then, when I get out she says, “never mind” or “it doesn’t matter” Like, did she p*** outside or something? So recently I’ve ignored her when she bangs on the door. By the way, my mum does tell her to leave me alone every single time, my little sister just never listens.

This has just been really annoying me recently, thanks to everyone for listening.

Edit: I’m sorry for not including this. I know it may seem like I’m bashing my sister verbally. However, I’m in a terrible place mentally, I’m constantly stressed because of exams and it in return caused me to have terrible hygiene. I hope this clears up some issues and I’m trying to better myself.

I'll be brief but this child is the most entitled and possibly racist kid I have ever encountered! She is the stepdaughter of my husband's uncle but because I am from a very family oriented family, I view everyone as family. She just turned 13 this year but I met her when she was 7 years old and her mother and my uncle were just dating at the time, it was Christmas time when it happened. She was a little standoffish towards everybody but it was highly understandable because she was meeting new people and meeting new people is hard.

I tried being nice to her but all she did was just give me this weird look and turn away. No problem. But the problem started when we were opening presents, She was so disrespectful and kept rushing to open theirs so she could have her turn. At first I put it off because she was just a kid but when she started opening the envelopes and getting angry when there was no money in the cards, I knew she was trouble.

Her mother is a nice woman and I have seen her constantly correct her but every time it happens she immediately runs to daddy dearest who spoiled her rotten. Daddy always tries to say that she's just a kid and she'll grow out of it etc etc.

Over the past few years she still had her little attitude but everyone says that she's calmed down but I am not believing a single word of it. Mostly because I have noticed that she gives me this very disgusted look as if I'm some sort of parasite who shouldn't be near the family. I noticed that she treats new members of the family with a mild sort of respect but here's the thing, they are white. I'm Mexican with a brown complexion and she only ever acts nasty towards me. I'm not the only one who's noticed, my husband and my in-laws have noticed that she always acts in different towards me and I'm starting to think that she is a little racist in the making.

This this Christmas was absolute nightmare with her. It was decided to open our Christmas presents on Christmas eve because the family is older and they want to celebrate with their own families. No problem because it's not a big deal and my husband and I wanted to do traditions of our own anyway. Well the brat became impatient because I was delayed due to work. The moment I walked through the main house, she started yelling at me to open presents now. When she noticed that there was one present that didn't have a game tag on it she started demanding it and began acting as if she was some sort of sassy highschooler. The men in the family got really funny t-shirts with funny prahses but they didn't even have time to read them she would snatch them from their hands and read it out loud. I was appalled because in my family, if we acted a hint like that we would have lost our Christmas and been sent to our rooms with tanned hides. And the brat didn't even stay long because she decided she was gonna go to her daddy's house for Christmas. Good riddance because I was SO close to losing my head with her.

The members of my husband's family tolerate her and sometimes I think they think her sassy attitude is cute but when you are snatching presents from other people's hands just so you can look at it, it makes me want to correct you the Mexican way.

I'm biding my time for when she finally slips up and gets what's coming to her but I know for a fact it won't be me because I actually have restraint when it comes to correcting bratty cousins.

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I remember once a kid came to my door, and his mom said he was allergic to peanuts. I have a cousin who is, so I can sympathize. It can't be fun to be left out of getting treats. I had taken that into account and gotten little bags of gummy bears. I gave one to the kid and he told me that gummy bears suck so he ended up with nothing after he got a telling off from his mom. She was like, "This young woman went out of her way to get something you can eat, and if that's the way you treat her, you get nothing."

i a 14M have a 13F sister my birthday is in February this will be important later. ill call my sister Jane for this story. to start me and my sister never really got along she was a liar since she was like 3 she would lie about almost anything even if it was obvious it was her like the time she broke a glass item i can't remember when i was gone and tried to blame me but got in trouble since i was with my mom. so fast forward like 9 years i'm 13 and she is 12 she hasn't really lied for like 1 year but in early February she did her biggest lie ever she made a false sexual assault accusation against my dad out of no ware she was removed from the house for a month. she returned in mid march a little over a month later. like 5 months later my mom confronted her and she claimed that it "might have been in a dream" the cops still have the case open and could arrest my dad at any point but cps has declared my dad innocent.

the sad thing is is that after all that my dad treats her better than before all that happened likely because he wants to forget it happened. i hope this goes on r slash because listing to new stories every day is great

this isn't my story but a friends back in the fifth grade there was this principle who had a son who we will call Jake and Jake was spoiled as can be, he would demand that the teachers don’t give him homework and he would treat everyone like garbage even his friends who were basically on a leash for him like they would do everything he asked and eventually in the sixth grade he got absolutely decked by my friend who got pissed off by him then kid went to his dad (the principal) and demanded that my friend who punched him get punished the principal (the spoiled kids dad) decided to let my friend off the hook because there wasn’t any evidence of my friend doing it even though everyone in the hallway where this happened saw it (even some teachers but they were so fed up with him so they didn't say anything)

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Hoo boy, this one's interesting. I (14m) am out of school for the year, so I finally get to ignore these guys, which spurred me to account what has happened so far.

Earlier this year, I first "met" one of these 6th graders when they called my name in the hallway. I go over to them to ask what's up, and one of them asks "can I have your phone number?"

Keep in mind, I have no idea who these kids are, but since it's a small community and some of my classmates have siblings in that grade, it's not a big deal for random people to know each other's names.

I refused, since I didn't and still don't like sharing my number with people outside my very trusted circle, and left to go to my next class.

The next day, these same 6th graders show up at the lunch table me and my friends were sitting at, and asked for my phone number. I said no, again, because I didn't want to share my phone number with them, and my friends at that table wouldn't share either (the kids asked them as well for my number). From there, they began to pester me every lunchtime, and I'd spend about 15 minutes of the thirty minutes period trying to get rid of them.

Now, they're still asking for my phone number, but they took it up a few rather unpleasant notches. First, when the track season started, I discovered that these 6th graders were also doing track, and they used the fact that we were forced into small groups to learn certain disciplines to ask me annoying questions like "so, do you like me?"

From THERE, I discovered from one of the less bothersome 6th graders that one of them (one of the girls) had begun saying that she was dating me. She had all her friends try to guilt trip me into actually dating her as well (keep in mind, she's three years younger and I'm getting really pissed at them).

At this point, I'm just ignoring them and eating outside where they can't bother me, but that's when I discover from an acquaintance that they had been asking him and almost everyone except my inner circle for my phone number.

I wish this story had a happy ending, but since im in high school and they aren't, it's a lot harder to report them to administration. I have finals, so I don't have to deal with these jokers for the next week, and then I'm free for the summer, but I'm sure they'll try to bother me next year.

Tldr; A group of idiot 6th graders get progressively more insistent l when it comes to getting my phone number, and then start spreading lies to try and guilt trip me.

I(M15) have a 1995 Chevrolet C1500 Silverado extended cab.It is a good ride. Reliable,Vortec swapped,efi conversion, powerful with supercharger,and loud with a straight pipe and a 4 subwoofer setup. So while I was outside the restaurant I hang around after leaving school (I can take it to school because it is in name of my neighbor who will pass down registered ownership in school to me),I was chilling outside. Then, a 8-11 year old kid approaches my truck. He said he liked it and asked if he could go inside. I said why not let him in. It was a big mistake. He was moving around the things inside my glovebox and center console like he was the owner. I told him to stop but he got mad and poked a pencil he found into my $500+ subwoofer. A JL Audio w7 subwoofer ranges around $500 used to $1000 new.I got mad at him and got him out. I told his mom what he did and his mom said he could do what he wanted. He got mad and broke my side mirror with a rock. After damaging the side mirror, he went for my rear left window and broke it by pulling it put through the frame and shattering it to the asphalt. Afterwards, his dad came out of his truck after arriving because he went to pick up the kid's older sibling. His dad was a way kinder man and I told him what he did and they immediately left and he said he will cover the side mirror and window only because the speaker he can't buy due to its price. The damage the child caused was around 700-1200 in property damage but he probably got punished by his dad so I can't really argue.

My Mom is very close to another Mom of the same culture and location of birth. (My Mom moved to America in the late 90s) and her friend has a kid the same age of my brother. For privacy let’s call my brother Jack and the entitled kid James’s. A lot of times, James’s Mom comes over to talk or to hangout with my Mom and sometimes James comes with her. Whenever James comes over, he always cussed at me, throw stuff at me, and just be a nuisance the entire time. For example, one time my Mom invited a bunch of family friends including James and his Mom. After a while, James decides to start throwing books at me. A Diary of a Wimpy Kid book and a signed copy of the Odd1sout book. Both paperback. I ask him to stop throwing my books and he said that they were not my books and they were my parents. I told him no, they were my books and he said that since I didn’t pay for them, they weren’t mine. Eventually, the signed books cover came off and the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books cover ripped in half. I was extremely upset and I told my Mom. But my Mom told me not to tel James’s Mom.

If this gets good audience, and you guys want, I have a few more stories about this entitled piece of shit.