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Karen Trespasses Onto Animal Sanctuary! | Reddit Stories

Karen Trespasses Onto Animal Sanctuary! | Reddit Stories

Karen demanded I move from my table at the restaurant so she could sit there with her son. She then complained to the manager to the point where he had to call the cops on her. Once they arrived she still refused to cooperate, which resulted in Karen getting arrested! Subscribe for more reddit podcast stories.
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Stories in this episode of r/entitledparents: 
00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
04:07 AITA for leaving Thanksgiving Dinner?
06:33 Maternity Wear
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Visit beneath the skin.com. - Hey there, Mr. Redder here. Welcome back to another episode of R/entitled People Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today. Karen trespasses in our animal sanctuary because her husband donates to us. After that, am I the jerk for my petty response to my boyfriend's purposeful incompetence about chores? And after that, help the boss hide evidence of his affair? Sure. Now for every thumbs up this video gets, one Karen doesn't get any turkey on Thanksgiving. Oh wow, we're already in November? So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day. Karen trespasses in our animal sanctuary because her husband donates to us. Me. What's going on here? Employee. That woman keeps trying to enter the Outback. She says her father said she could. The nickname for the part of the sanctuary with the more aggressive animals. Me. What? I walk over to the girl. Me. Miss, can I ask what you're doing here? Stacy. I came to see the wolf dogs. I saw them on your side. Me. I'm sorry, ma'am. But we do not allow people in there. Stacy. Oh, my dad said I could. Me. Who's your dad? Paul Ryan. Fake name for privacy. This guy is one of our benefactors. He donates a good amount of money to us. Me. Your father has no authority to give you permission to enter. Stacy. Yes, he does. He donates a lot of money. He pretty much owns this place. Me. No, he doesn't. That's not how donations work. Stacy. My father told me I could see them. To be clear, her father is an extremely nice guy and I didn't believe for a second he told her this. He is not the entitled parent here. Me. Miss, with all due respect, even if I believe you, I wouldn't let you in. The wolf dogs are aggressive animals and do not react well to strangers. B.S. You posted a video the other day of a guy playing with them. Me. Miss, that was the owner. He wasn't playing with them. He was trying to examine them. One of the wolf dogs was limping and Jacks was checking to see the issue. Poor thing had a sharp rock in its foot. He's all better now. Stacy. I came all this way to see the wolf dogs. Me. I'm sorry, but that is not going to happen. Fine. We'll just see what my dad says about this. Stacy leaves and I figure it's all over. But no, she comes back with her mother, Karen. My daughter says you wouldn't allow her to see the dogs. Me. Ma'am, these are wolf dogs and we do not allow people in there. Karen, my husband donates a lot of money here. You should treat my daughter with more respect. Ma'am, I'm sorry, but your daughter is not allowed in. Either you let my daughter in or my husband will no longer donate to your sanctuary. Me. I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am. We will be sad to see your husband leave us. Again, didn't believe this one bit. So, you're just going to give up donations over something like this? All you need to do is let her in. Me. We do not give in to threats, ma'am. And while we are sad to see your husband go, our animals are the most important thing. Karen huffs and walks out dragging her daughter who is still screaming about seeing the wolf dog. The daughter was not a kid. She was at least in her early 20s. We get a call the next day from the father. He apologized for his ex-wife's behavior. Yeah, she's not even married to him anymore. They've been divorced for over a year. They also made it clear he has no intention to stop donating. As I said, he's a good guy and I never doubted that. Am I the jerk for my petty response to my boyfriend's purposeful incompetence about chores? My boyfriend has started pretending to be bad at basic life crap, like dishes and laundry, like he can't do it. So I do it. I felt pretty frustrated with that and told him straight up that I knew he didn't forget how to clean since he moved in with me. He was always very competent living alone and I didn't appreciate him forgetting how to do chores. I said that when I asked him to do the dishes and he refused and refused until he finally did them wrong that I was not that stupid. He said that he was trying his best and I was wrong for saying he was trying to manipulate me and that from his perspective, I asked him to do something and he did it the best he could and I kept at him because it wasn't up to my impossibly high standards and he couldn't win and he wanted me to believe him when he says he's trying. Anyway, this might be petty, but I decided to give believing him a try. So he had bleach stained my favorite little black dress instead of getting mad. Next time he had a family event, I put it on. He asked me if I was really going to wear that. It looked messy. I said that I loved that dress and understand accidents happened so I wasn't mad or upset. It had bleach spots actually. I thought it looked kind of cool. He said he really thought it looked bad and I said if he wants, he could sharpie on the white spots real quick in the Uber. It ended up looking even worse. Another time we were having dinner and he had done the dishes but put some of the cups and bowls in the dishwasher upside down so they filled with dirty dishwater. I took those cups and bowls, dumped them out in the sink but didn't wash them further and served his food in them. He said that it was dirty and it was like they just came out of the dishwasher. It's just water, it's fine. And I was like, they just came out of the dishwasher. It's just water, it's fine. He said that no, it was disgusting and I said it was really no biggie. I was getting over my impossibly high cleanliness standards and I really didn't think it was that gross. The last time I had cooked for a work party of his. After cooking, the dish needed to cool for about 30 minutes then be refrigerated. I had plans with my friends that night and I asked him to put the dish away after it cooled. He forgot. The next morning he noticed the dish was never refrigerated. I said it was fine, it was just a mistake and it would probably be fine to eat. There wasn't a lot of meat in it. He got frustrated and said that you can't serve meat left out overnight, even if it is only a little. And I said, oh, I think it should be okay. Stuff happens. He stopped being so lazy about chores after he realized I seemed totally okay with leaving stuff badly done and that he'll be living with it. But I feel a little petty for having been dishonest about it. I actually hate how my bleach dress looks and my stomach turned at dirty dish soup and unrefrigerated meat. Am I the jerk for being petty? Help the boss hide the evidence of his affair? Sure. Years ago, I lived in a small town with less than 10,000 people. Everyone knew everyone and since they all went to the same kindergarten, elementary school and high school, most of them ended up marrying each other too. Yep, it's that small. I moved there for the adventure, something about the wilderness, I suppose. I was a single guy and I also didn't know any better. It would be fun, right? Little does one know, a small town with only one industry that attracts mostly transient population of working men, 10 on, four off and living in camp must be the definition of fun. I still don't know why I did it or why I stayed for so long. Small towns are like black holes. Once you are sucked in, it's hard to leave. There's a story I heard about this town. There are three women to every one guy in this town, so you're a lucky guy. If you've spent every Friday night at the only pub, you will eventually realize it's the same three for every man. Like I said, because everyone knows everyone, it's inevitable some of them are hooking up, regardless of their marital statuses. My boss owns a business and he flies out of the town often to the next biggest city because that's where his family lives and where the kids go to school. There's no way in heck his kids would grow about here, he says. The wife can't stand the town, but would come and stay the week or even weekends every now and then. This summer, saddle up with the only sports book where you can bet on horse racing, FanDuel. Right now, new customers can get a no sweat first bet up to $500. Just download the app or go to fanduel.com/horses to score your no sweat bet up to $500. 21 plus in present in Colorado, offer valid on first real money wager of $5 or more, verified FD Racing account required. Bonus issued in non-withdrawable racing site credit that expire seven days after issuance. Max refund $500, restrictions apply. See terms at racing.fanduel.com. Gambling problem, call 1-800-Gambler. - How dangerous is it to unwrap a burger at 40 miles per hour? More so than you think. In a little over two seconds, your car can travel slightly more than 117 feet, which is the same length as 20 bicycles. Anything that distracts you while driving is dangerous. That's why driving while texting can be deadly too. So put it down, it can wait. Don't drive distracted, shifting to safe. A message from the Colorado Department of Transportation. - On some weekends though, she would be in town, but he would have to go away on business. One weekend, on my days off, I get an urgent call from my boss, who says he was out of town, but he needed me to quickly go into his home to help him retrieve something. He says, "Go through the basement door. It should be unlocked. Grab my laptop and all the receipts on the desk. If anyone approaches you, just be cool and pretend you belong there. Be quick and quiet. Want me to break into your house and grab property that doesn't belong to me? Anything for you, boss. As you can see, I really needed the job. I pulled up near the house, but parked further away. I surveyed the surroundings, took a deep breath, and walked quickly to the side of the house where the basement door was. Lo and behold, the basement door is unlocked. The muscle dog is in the backyard and could see me, but didn't bark. How useful to have a guard dog that doesn't bark. I entered the basement, and sure enough, there was a laptop that was plugged in and unlocked, and a zip lock bag with receipts. At this point, I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but they are fancy restaurant receipts, concert receipts, and receipts for hotel stays. Before I closed the laptop lid, I saw the thumbnails of the picture folder. Everything now makes sense. Then I heard a lady's voice from upstairs, so I shoved everything on the desk into a bag and booked it. Now I was trying to be ninja sneaky on my exit, but the darn dog barked. I must have looked extra flustered when I looked back at the house and saw my boss's wife staring at me from behind the window. Oh no. I drove straight home and took a long shower. My heart was pounding so fast, I probably forgot I couldn't remove fingerprints from my boss's home this way. Hopefully, she didn't recognize me. My phone must have been going off the whole time because it was ringing when I got out of the shower. My boss asked, did you get it? I did, but your wife saw me. Did she say anything? She only saw me as I was leaving from a distance. Okay, this is what I want you to do. Drop this off at my office, put it into the drawer. I will deal with this next Monday. Sir, I think I know what this is about, and I won't say anything, but are you sure this is a good idea? Just do as I say. Okay. At this point, I think it's been at least half an hour since I was at the basement. I drove to the office and there were cars parked outside. It's a 24/7 operation after all. As I entered the office, I saw one of the operations supervisors who asked if I was working weekends again and I said yes. I moved quickly down the hallway and made it turn into my boss's office. The boss's wife was there in his office and his chair, arms crossed and looked upset. She said that she could call the police or I could tell her what I was doing at her house. In the end, she will get the answer. She saw the grocery store bag I was holding onto and asked me what it was. At this point, I told her that I was told to bring this here and I need to put this into the drawer next to where she's sitting. I placed the package and left, then texted my boss that the deed is done. Great job. Next Monday, crap hit the fan. I guess the boss's wife must have guessed the password to the laptop. I never got fired for what I did. After all, I did everything to a T. It was a tough next few months though, as the boss and his wife worked through their divorce. The company ended up going into receivership and everyone got laid off, including me. After years at this small town, I finally found a way and motivation to finally leave. Karen landed me a potential future job. When I was younger, around 14, I always wore colored T-shirts, often used as uniforms at most electronics stores. I had just started a simple job elsewhere and was going to use my savings and first payment to buy my first self-built gaming computer. So I was in a computer electronics store, trying to learn and make a few plans. Doing this as efficiently as possible, I like to get hands on and it helps me think and plan better. As I was crouching over components, like golem, trying to select my own components for the very first time, this lady came up to me and tried to get my attention. Me, hunching over, knee deep in my own thoughts. She asked me if I work here. As I was as focused as I was, it slightly startled me and I jumped up and only managed to come up with a short, uh-huh. As I was going to ask her what she wanted, not being able to actually make out the question she just asked. She continued to ask me if I could help her and I don't blame her considering my appearance. Me, just having entered the job market, I had received some service experience and figured I might as well. The question probably couldn't be that hard, right? The following interaction ensued. We've got me, we've got the lady and we've got the worker. Me, uh, yeah, sure, what do you need? Lady, I'm trying to find a laptop for my son, but I am completely lost. Seems fair enough and a reasonable question to ask anyone with my appearance, regardless of me working there or not. Me, oh, okay, were you thinking school laptop or a general use? Well, it's more of a gaming laptop, really. Me, oh, okay. Do you have a budget or any other information that might be useful making a decision? Yeah, I have a budget of insert mid-tier budget here and I know he plays Team Fortress 2 and Roblox. Having just spent a few weeks learning and recently acquiring the knowledge of what parts are important for what, I could confidently answer. Me, oh great, that doesn't necessarily require the most expensive computer on the market. Have you looked at any options? Karen, getting a slightly frustrated tone. No, that's what I came here to ask about. Me, well, have you looked at any of the laptops displayed at the section over there? Pointing to the two rows of demo laptops closer to the registers. Karen, getting even more frustrated. Oh, I have no idea what I would be looking for. That's why I came to ask. Me, okay, I'm sorry. Well, anything between a lower amount than budget and your budget would probably be what you need. Just look for a relevant specs at the time and it would be more than enough for him. Can you join me, so I'm sure? Me, figuring at this point, it shouldn't be a considerably longer interaction and I could get back to my thing. Just point out three options at three different prices and I could leave. So I accompany her over to the laptop section. Okay, so which ones would be an option? I point to three different laptops, make an effort to explain the differences in a short but precise manner after concluding. I consider myself done. Beyond that, you could really just pick based on your budget. As I'm about to leave, she says. So what can you do on pricing here? Me, a little confused, quickly realizing the mistake that has just happened. Oh, I'm sorry. I think there's a misunderstanding. I don't, oh, come on. I know you guys have some leeway on the prices. What's the best you can do? Me, no, no, you see. Oh, don't you dare be more condescending than you were earlier. That should account in the price too. Probably referring back to when she was getting flustered in the first place. Me, a bit taken aback about what just happened. I don't, oh, but I know you do. I know I can get a better one. If you just work out whatever you have to, what about that one? Could we do 20% here? That seems reasonable. Me, you have to talk to, fine. Direct me to your supervisor, but you're coming with me. I don't work here. What do you mean? Why else would you be helping me? Now come on, let's bring this to the register and get something done. As we proceed to the checkout, which is rather close, she's literally dragging my tiny little self along as I make an effort to explain the mishap. When we get there to the register and a worker sees this lady literally trying to push me behind the counter, they ask what's going on. Karen, well, this young man is going to honor his word and sell me this laptop at a 20% discount worker. Oh, he doesn't work here. Well, why has he been helping me? And promised me a 20% discount then. Your company is now responsible to keep that. Me, I try to tell you I don't work here and whatever the case is, I will have this laptop for this price worker. I don't know what happened over there, but worker continued to explain what is about to happen next. I managed to slide away as I see a manager approach. From what I could make out as I'm lingering in the area, trying to get back to my things, a lady got upset and left in a bit of a hurry. As I was getting back to my things, the manager approached me and me thinking I was in trouble, I was about to apologize for making a lady think I worked there. He assured me I had nothing to worry about and he had in fact watched me deal with this situation and told me some customers are like that with the real employees too. He apparently admired the way I explained things to her and asked if I ever needed a place to work, I would be welcome back. I appreciated it, finished my planning and left. She wants an employee discount because she is a customer ordering food. So I work at a Wendy's. I'm assuming you guys are seeing where I'm headed. The position that I got is the more laid back position, which is the back cashier. What I do is basically do the drive through orders. So order their food at the machine and make them pay in the first window while they go to the second window to get food in the receipt. When I got time, I'm supposed to wash the dishes and equipment. Also at the time of writing this, I'm officially been working here for three weeks. Still pretty new, but I know the major parts such as where the orders are. Also, training is the first two weeks, so I was still a trainee. So a woman pulls up from the window and greets me and I greet her back. Karen, hello, me. Hello there, welcome to Wendy's. How may I help you? Yes, I would like to order a Southwest avocado salad full size. Me, sure thing. I would like to do the pairing. For those who don't know, pairing in Wendy's is usually when you get something like a half salad with fries or potatoes or a drink. Now, since I was pretty new, I didn't know how to pair. So I asked fellow employee to help me out. He's such a great guy and he took over for me. Now, I didn't mean to be rude one bit. It's just that they were still teaching me. Fellow employee, yes, hi. I'm sorry, this is a new person speaking. The other person is doing something else. How may I take your order? Entitled mom and fellow employee keep talking until she's done and is now headed to the second window. Now, fellow employee says, okay, she's all good. Just take the payment from her. Me, hello there, repeat the order. Yup, correct. Me, how would you like to pay today? Before I pay, I want to know, who was the first person speaking? Me, oh yes, that was me. Sorry, I'm still a trainee and I didn't know how to do your order. So I asked my fellow employee to help me out. I'm super sorry about that. That was very rude of you. A customer shouldn't repeat their orders. By the way, she ordered a half salad with a diet Coke. Two things, so it wasn't very long. Me, I'm super sorry. Like I said, I just started working here and I don't know how to do many things. I think that you should give me a discount. Me, ma'am, I haven't even received my uniform. Therefore, I don't have an employee discount. Until you finish training, you can't use all your perks like discounts and stuff. Entitled mom, well, you'll go into have to give me some sort of discount. Me, let me bring my manager to help, okay? I better get my discount. Hey, I know it's a jerk thing I did to bring others to help me, but hey, the tutorials they had online didn't teach me how to do discounts and stuff. That's like going to school and then going to the real world trying to do taxes. Not sure what happened after, because she told me to do the fry station so that she can deal with the entitled mom. Apparently, my manager said we couldn't do that and we gave her better service by giving entitled mom the more experienced employee and entitled mom freaked out and tried to jump through the window. My manager thanked me for telling her anything before I did anything. She said I was in the right and that I didn't do anything bad. She told me the best thing to do when a customer is rude or angry is just to ask for a manager. That is my story for today. Am I the jerk for telling my sister-in-law the truth about my brother? My brother, Joe and sister-in-law, Jill, have been together for 10 years and they have four kids together. Joe works full-time at a factory and Jill has a very inconsistent work history due to her attitude. To be frank, Jill has a nasty entitled attitude because she believes that Jill makes a lot of money and she doesn't really have to work. The reality, Joe constantly asks our parents and his younger siblings for loans that he never pays back. He also has everyone pitch in to buy their kids school clothes and shoes each year. Oh, and not to mention, he's always asking to use our cars instead of using his non-working wife's car. Our family has always fallen for Joe's sob stories because one, we love the kids and two, his wife will not work to help support their family. Well, recently, my siblings and I found out that Joe is a huge liar. He's severely in loan and credit card debt and he's a gambling addict. Turns out, he actually does make enough to take care of his family but is so far in debt that he can't. We also found out from her family that he told Jill that she doesn't have to work. At a family holiday gathering, Jill approached my sisters and I, stating that their oldest daughter, Jill's 15-year-old daughter before marriage, needs to get a job. Jill then went on to say that she and Joe had jobs at 15 and they purchased their own first vehicles. My parents are wealthy, so Joe didn't get his summer job until he was 19 and my parents bought him not one, but two cars by the age of 20. I was so taken back by the revelation that Joe has been lying to Jill about being able to afford their lifestyle. Without thinking, I told Jill that what Joe said was untrue and that our parents and in the last five years, his siblings have always taken care of him, even now at the tender age of 40. Jill called us liars like we didn't know our brother, so I showed proof of how he's borrowed thousands of dollars from just me, not including our parents and other siblings over the years. Soon, other siblings joined in telling Jill the truth about Joe. Jill was furious when she finally realized that Joe was not as financially stable as he claimed. Am I the jerk for telling her the truth? Additional info. One, Jill knew about him gambling, but not the loans and credit card debt. Two, we just found out a couple months ago about his gambling. Three, I know everyone's irritated about Jill's nasty entitled attitude, but she likes to keep up with the Jones, but has always hated to work. She's had many paid opportunities to go to college to start a career. She was accepted into nursing and physical therapy assistant programs, but refused to enroll. Four, Joe and Jill are both toxic and dysfunctional. Five, we haven't given him an unlimited supply of money. Sometimes it's just clothes, shoes, snack money for the kids. They're both neglectful of their needs. Am I the jerk for serving an Intella cake? I have a daughter, Emma, who's seven, and she has a best friend, Kat, who's seven. They knew each other since prep school and are inseparable sins. However, they're not allowed to stay overnight at each other's places as Emma is allergic to strawberries, which Kat loves, and Kat is allergic to nuts, which Emma loves Hazelnut and Intella specifically. Four months ago, Emma received an invitation from Kat to her birthday party, which has been accepted. I have asked Kat's mother before if I need to bring something for Emma, but she assured me everything is fine. When we arrived, the entire party was strawberry-themed, and all the food, they only served sweet stuff, had strawberries in it. Due to this, Emma gave the present she made to Kat and we left shortly after, as I don't want to expose my child to allergies. Kat was told that Emma wasn't feeling well and we didn't want to risk anything if she was sick. Yesterday was Emma's birthday. She wanted an Intella cake. Someone was ordered. I have warned Kat's mom that the cake will contain Nutella, but cupcakes and other desserts are not free. She knew about that and everything went fine until Kat had to be rushed to the hospital due to an allergic reaction. Kat's mom forgot that Nutella contains nuts and let Kat have a slice while me and my husband were not watching. She called me a jerk as she felt I was getting back at her for throwing a strawberry party and now her kid is hurt. She also said it in front of Emma, so now she's feeling guilty and she won't eat anything. Am I the jerk for ordering an Intella cake for my daughter's birthday? Edit, I just want to add, in my country, not English speaking, Nutella is advertised as a chocolate spread, not a hazelnut one. So a lot of people don't realize it contains nuts hence why I had to warn Kat's mom about them. Civilian wife demands salute because of her husband's military rank. There are a handful of rules to saluting in the American military. The win, why, and how is drilled into you from bootcamp until the day you leave? Even the order in which the salutes are rendered have meaning. When it comes to vehicles, there are helpful insignia and stickers to indicate if it's an officer such as a colored sticker located on the front windshield. My base was small enough where it was everyone's job at some point to do sentry salute at the front gate which had housing for military families. Sentry duty was pretty basic. You'd stop every vehicle, check IDs, and then wave them through. If they were an officer, you'd see it coming with those colored stickers and after verifying the identity of the officer, you'd salute and send them on their way. One day while on duty, I approached a vehicle with an officer's sticker and there was only the officer's wife driving in the vehicle. I returned her ID, wished her a nice day and waved her through, pausing with a stern look. Where's my salute, petty officer's citizen alpha? Now, Karen here was wife to a higher ranking officer and has clearly fallen under the impression people are saluting her somehow along the way. Some of the junior enlisted might have even been saluting her as they're pretty easy to bully and pretty prone to mess ups. I politely replied. Ma'am, salutes are only rendered to commissioned officers, angrily pointing her jubby little fingers at the front of her windshield towards her husband's officer's sticker. I have a sticker and you need to salute the sticker. Currently I continued. I'm afraid that sticker is not an officer either. Frustrated, she pulled through and left my post. My cover guy, the guy keeping me safe with a big gun and I watched her drive down the street and pull right into the administrative building with the top brass and huffed into the building as quickly as her soft body would take her. We exchange a look between us with raw smiles, knowing exactly where this is probably going. Later that day, we get a new official base wide mandate. From here forward, all enlisted will salute vehicle stickers of officers regardless of who's in the vehicle. Roger that. This is where the malicious compliance comes in. It's worth noting that when you salute an officer as enlisted, you do it first and you hold the salute until you are saluted in return and they lower theirs. Only then do you lower your salute. It signals that you're saluting them and they're replying. Additionally, when saluting a group of officers, you generally direct your salute and greeting to the highest ranking individual. Now as far as I know, this stupid sticker salute order has no accommodation for how a 2004 Toyota Camry fits into the officer's pecking order. Additionally, if the car is unoccupied, it's not like that sticker is removed. After that order came through, we all began saluting stickers. Personally, I'd direct my salute to the sticker. I would also prioritize sticker salutes over officers. Let me tell you, walking through parking lots was a blast as I saluted empty cars on my way to wherever. More and more people saw me doing it and more and more people started doing it. Not long after, the order was publicly rescinded, which hilariously had the balancing effect of never rendering a salute to anyone, but a clearly known officer, cementing Karen never getting her unearned salutes. Am I the jerk for telling my coworkers that no, not everyone in the office can afford to buy a house? My coworkers are usually pretty good to work with. The average salary for them is around 100K plus. I'm their administrative assistant and I make about 32K. Anyway, some of the things they say are kind of weird. For example, this one woman was shocked that I'd never had any of my clothes tailored before. I think they're just really caught up in their own reality, you know? Like in their world, everyone is beautiful and skinny and rich with purebred dogs and perfect white teeth. I was helping organize and someone announced they finally bought their first house. The conversation continued onto them kind of being rude and saying things like, I don't get why people think no one can afford to buy a house. It's not that hard. And someone else was like, yeah, I can't imagine being in my 30s and still renting. I'd feel like such a failure. And they all agreed. I don't usually get upset about the things they're talking about, but I finally had it and was like, I'm 38 and rent. I don't think I'm a failure. One of them was like, oh, well, we weren't talking about you. It's just that all these people always go on and on about how it's impossible to say for down payment. I was just like, yeah, it is pretty hard. It was obvious the whole atmosphere in the room changed. So I was like, anyway, and got up and left to the main office to get back to work. Later on, one of the other women in the office came up and was like, hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to offend you. It got kind of awkward in there. I said, yeah, it was pretty awkward listening to them talk about how they'd feel like a failure if they were in my shoes. She said that's not what she meant. She actually meant that it felt like I was trying to call attention to the wage gap, like it was their fault. And that if I wanted to better myself, they could help me figure out how to apply to schools and work my way up just like they did. I said a kind of half-hearted, thanks. It's been weird in the office since then. I know money is one of those no-no topics, but it's not like it's a secret that I only make what I make. Am I the jerk? Forgot to add, we don't have HR, and this really isn't an HR thing. Support our channel by joining as a member today, and we'll give you a shout-out in our next video. Or come watch this video next. You won't believe what Karen does in that one. (gentle music)