I don’t know if I could take this seriously if I saw it at someone’s house.

Reposting a personal favorite, since old content got scrubbed.

I truly hope someone is joking. Straight from a spouses page.

Do you know who my husband is?

This is a cross post from my originally posting to r/entitledpeople and it was recommended I out it here, too.

Enjoy.

This is actually something that happened to me over 20 years ago, but for some reason it just popped into my head and since it fits here, well... Here we are.

When my (now) ex-husband was stationed at an Air Force base along the Gulf Coast I worked in the Lay Away/Customer Service/Catalog order/gift wrapping department at the back of the Base Exchange (BX) there and had already been there for over a year. I was very well liked by both my co-workers and supervisors.

Usually, in this department, it's just kind of walk in and get what you need as it's usually not a super busy department. However, beginning not long after Halloween and on into the New Year it gets HORRIBLY busy and at that point it was required everyone pull a number from the ticket dispenser at the entry way to the department. Once the holiday season began, this was absolutely a hard, fast rule, no matter what.

One weekend day, we were wall-to-wall people and from the moment we opened the registers we were busy. It got so bad we had to call a couple people over from other departments for the sole purpose of ringing thru layaways so a couple people in our department could do nothing but gift wrap and grab layaways from the back that were being paid in full.

I was at the register that was doing payments only on layaways. Not even PIFs, just payments. I'm waiting on a customer when I happen to glance up and see a woman walk thru the entryway and come straight to my register. No number grabbed, nothing. Just walked up straight to me and interrupted me with the customer I was currently assisting.

Her: You need to help me immediately. I'm in a rush and can't wait very long.

Me: Ma'am, while I can appreciate that, everyone here has somewhere else they'd like to be. If you'd just grab a numbered ticket there---

Her (interrupting me): I don't have time for that. You need to just assist me now.

At this point, I'd finished up with the customer I was helping and turned to click on the "Now being served" which was the number I called out, "Number 75? Next customer, #75 please?"

Her (Now turning purple she's so mad): SCUSE ME! YOU NEED TO HELP ME NOW! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY HUSBAND IS?????"

Me: Unless he's number 75 it really doesn't matter.

As if this isn't enough of a mic drop, this is where it gets really good.

She's now apoplectic and demands to speak with my manager. Fair enough. Let's go get her from the back where she's pulling PIF layaways and counting cash to be deposited in the main safe because our registers are getting full.

Me to Supervisor (I'm paraphrasing because it's been so long ago): Mary, this customer walked in, didn't take a number, came right to my register, and demanded I take care of her ahead of a couple dozen customers who patiently waited. I asked her to pull a number but she refused and then asked me if I knew who her husband was. I should tell you I told her unless he was #75 it didn't really matter.

Mary comes out to the registers and walks up to the woman and says, "Ma'am, I'm this employee's supervisor and she tells me you'd like to talk to me?

Entitled Customer: Yes, this...

My supervisor held her hand up and cut off the woman and says, "Ma'am, I'd love to help you right this second but as you can see, we're really busy. If you could just pull a number, I'll speak with you when it's your turn."

At that, Mary turned around and walked back to the back and pulled PIF Layaways.

I wish I could describe the range of emotions that this customer experienced before she finally turned on her heel and left in a huge huff.

Then... to add insult to injury, just as the woman was departing, another customer, I have no idea who, said loud enough for the room to hear, "Get back to us when your husband is more than a Lieutenant."

Best customer service day ever.

ETA: Forgot to mention her husband, who was indeed a Lieutenant, came in the next day and apologized for her behavior.

We've seen the complaints about certain posts. I would like to hear directly from the community what they want/don't want want to see on the subreddit.

Edit: and yes, I know we want to see dependas get dragged. This is more to see what you want to see get moderated. Do you want us to be super strict and delete posts that are even the least bit not dependa content? Or do you want us mods to only step in when absolutely needed? How about things like AI generated content?

Didn’t this sub used to be making fun of military wives who act all narcissistic and “holier than thou”? I remember when there were memes about military wives demanding veteran discounts and having toddler tantrums when they weren’t “respected”.

Sure, some of that is still around. But now I’ve been inundated with content that makes fun of military wives for giving advice to newcomers, having navy/army/air force decor, and just… being supportive wives??? Why are we jumping down the throats of women who have “navy wife” on their license plate? Sure it’s tacky, but it’s not hurting anyone. Why can’t they be proud of their spouse? How is it different than a mom having a university sticker on the back of their van?

It’s been a while since I’ve looked in here I’ll be honest and it looks like it was hacked kinda recently. So is this just what this sub is now or not?

Saw this in a MilSpo group. Post was about a spouse joining NG only because their husband was in. A new spouse called it cringey and this wild Dependa pounced on the fresh prey. Gretchen Weiner is that you?