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Karen Completely Ruins My Anniversary Dinner! | Reddit Stories

Karen Completely Ruins My Anniversary Dinner! | 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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Hey there, Mr. Reddit here! Welcome back to another episode of r/entitledpeoplestories. Our first story will be reading today. Karen gets jealous of my anniversary dinner and throws a tantrum. After that, Entitled Mom is upset at me because I'm apparently cooler than her son. And after that, don't fix the servers? Uh, sure. Can I have that in writing, please? Now for every thumbs up this video gets, one Karen does not get an anniversary dinner. You never do anything nice for me, Reddit boy. So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day. Karen gets jealous of my anniversary dinner and throws a tantrum. A week ago, I, 30 female and my boyfriend, 31 male, had decided to go on an extravagant date because our relationship recently turned six years old. Both of us work at the same company and we're well paid, as in we can afford the occasional luxury item. We decided to go shopping at a luxury mall and then grab dinner at a nice fine dining restaurant. Clarification, it added dress code and everything. Both of us were really excited to spend the day that way and couldn't wait. We finished spending the day and then the very next day I'm getting texts from my dad and sister saying that I'm a selfish and considerate jerk because I had decided to not spend the important occasion with my family, especially my older sister. And if I had fun rubbing my wealth in my sister's face, I called my parents to tell them that it was my anniversary. And of course I'd spend the day with my boyfriend only. My mother says that this could have been their shot to go to that restaurant and enjoy such a nice meal and bond with us. I tell her that we could all go out some other day, but my mother told me that the festive mood won't be there. My boyfriend and I think it's very bizarre because sister and brother-in-law received financial support from both sides of their family. Unlike me because I didn't go into the commerce stream like my parents wanted. Sister and brother-in-law also make enough money to get by. My boyfriend tells me to ignore it and not pay attention to them because this would have been a good opportunity for them to mooch off of us and ruin our night. I agreed with him. The messages haven't stopped yet and my mom's brought it up a couple of times in the past week. I'm confused. Reddit, am I the jerk? Edit one. We've never been favored over another. And actually have a nice bond between us, my sister and I. And they've never done anything like this before. So it's really surprising that they'd want to think I was excluding them. I mean, it was our date and I don't think the family should come along on dates, you know? Edit two. The date might have been just a mall or still a mall. And that's okay because the two of us like shopping and dining at luxury malls. The night we spent was amazing there. But according to some standards, this might be mediocre but still special for me nonetheless. Entitled Mom is upset at me because I'm apparently cooler than her son. Hello! Since a lot of people like the last thing I told on here, I figured I'd share some more. This one also takes place when I was around 16. This logic surrounding this one always was a mystery because quite frankly, I see myself as a regular dude. But meh, cast. We've got me. Cross. The lovely nickname that I use. We've got Zoe. Best friend from high school. Corey. Another best friend from high school. Mark. Entitled Kid. And Karen. The Entitled Mom. And we've got Corey's mom. So this occurred around my summer break. I was just chilling one day on the couch when Corey, a good pal of mine from high school, comes over. What we did that day wasn't important, but the main thing is that before he left, he asked me if I could sleep over at his place for a few days, along with Zoe. My stepdad, just dad, since you know, close his real father and son, said that that was perfectly fine, just as long as I don't cause any trouble. You know, just a parent watching out for his teenager. My mom was a little reluctant at first, as she didn't want her precious baby to be away from mommy. But my dad just told her that I'm not a kid, and that he trusts Corey's parents. My parents are good friends with Corey, since I've known the guy since I was like 10. My mom relented in the end. My mother is a different can of worms that might be open at a later time. The next morning, Corey's mom picked me up for my house along with Zoe. An unfamiliar face is Mark, whose Corey's cousin and the entitled kid of this story. We went to Corey's place and then did a bunch of regular teenager stuff. Now, I don't know if it was the oh-so-obvious signs poking out, but I got the distinct impression that Mark didn't like me. For example, we were at a convenience store and buying a bunch of snacks and whatnot. I offered to pay for everything, it was like $15 total. Mark scoffed and said that he could easily pay for all of that, and that I didn't have to show off how rich I was, which earned him a shut up from Corey. He also tried showing off, like he tried to get us to call him "Iron Man", but you can cringe, because I have a cool nickname, and it's only fair that he has one too. The prime example is when we were coming home from the movies, it was nighttime, and we ran into a bit of traffic. It got a bit long, so Zoe ended up falling asleep on my shoulder, eventually. I didn't really care since she was tired, and it's not really something I considered a romantic gesture. I at one point noticed that Mark, however, who was sitting at the front, was glaring at me. He turned away the minute I saw him though. Fast forward to everyone preparing for bed. I went downstairs to get a glass of milk. Don't judge me, I like milk. As I was doing that, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Mark, hey, we need to talk. Me, oh sure, what's up? Mark, don't think I didn't notice what you're trying to do. Me, huh, Mark, don't play dumb. I know you're trying to show off in front of Zoe, so that she doesn't date me. Me, if I was drinking my milk, I probably would have sped it out. Come again? You heard me, stay away from her. I'm the only one she needs, and I'm not letting you have her. Me, okay? One, she's not an object, and two, she's not yours. I didn't say she was. Me, that was heavily implied. Mark, whatever, just stay away from her if you know what's good for you. Me, laughing, and then I patted him on the head. Sure pal, whatever you say. He huffed and then stomped upstairs. I just rolled my eyes and finished off my milk. When I went up to Corey's room, I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. He asked me this, Corey, hey, cross, I saw my cousin come up the stairs earlier. He seemed upset when he went in the guest room. Something happened? Me. Oh, nothing. Just regular teenage crushes, I guess. He looked at me confused, and I told him what happened downstairs. He rolled his eyes and said he'll talk to Mark about it. The next morning, we're having breakfast. Zoe's the last one to show up. Mark pulls up the chair next to him and offers for her to sit there. She does, and he gives me a smug look. I just ignored him and went about eating my breakfast. Now, you'd think the fact that I said nothing would give him some sense of satisfaction because you'd think the silence would make him go something like, "Ha, I beat you." But instead, he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, crying about asking why he can't be cooler than me, and that I'm always trying to make him look lame. I did not see that coming. Corey's mom took Mark to the living room to cool down while the rest of us were just amused by this entire situation. But eventually, we just decided we didn't care and went on with our breakfast. Today was the day that Mark's mom was supposed to pick him up. He was going home earlier. Suffice it to say that when she arrived, she did not go quietly. When she arrived and found Mark crying, the following occurred, entitled Mom. "What did Corey do this time?" According to Corey, he and his cousin never got along. Corey's mom. I don't know. He just started getting upset at Cross for no reason. "I want to speak to this little brat right now." Corey's mom called us into the living room. "You, are you that Cross brat?" "Me, that's me." "What did you do to my baby?" "Me, nothing." "Well, he wouldn't just cry for no reason." "Me, that's exactly what he's doing." "No, I want to know what you did right now." "Corey, I think I know what this is about." Corey reiterated everything I told him yesterday to his mom, and she just rolled her eyes. Entitled Mom was fuming. Mark tried to interject, but Corey told him to be quiet, and that this could have all been avoided, had Mark not been jealous of someone he's known for less than a week. Corey's mom. "Right, nothing happened. It's just your kid being a brat like normal." "No, this little crap made my baby cry." "He deserves to be told some respect." Turns to Zoey. "And you. Why won't you date my son? Is he not good enough for you?" Zoey looked perplexed. I was upset. Corey looked like he was about to take someone down. However, I think we should appreciate the true hero of this story. Corey's mom. "Okay, that's it. Take your brat and get out. Now, how could you? You'd side with this brat over your own nephew?" Corey's mom. "Shut up!" Entitled mom froze in place, like a deer in headlights. Corey's mom. "I am sick of you and your brat." I gave him another chance, another chance to stay here, hoping that you improved your miserable parenting, and taught him that the world doesn't revolve around him. But it seems nothing has changed, because you somehow think it's okay to shout and scream at a bunch of 16-year-olds just because your spoiled brat can't accept that a girl who has no obligation to date him is not interested, and that he thinks that a kid who's just trying to enjoy his summer break is trying to be cooler than him. Now, get out of here, and if you ever come within a 5-mile radius of here again, the police will see you out. Entitled mom huffed, grabbed her little brat who was still crying and ran out. After that whole thing, we just continued our breakfast. I haven't seen that guy ever since, but if he ever saw me again, I think he'd be pretty upset. Anyhow, I hope you got some giggles out of this one. Peace. Don't fix the servers. Uh, sure. Can I have that in writing, please? I'm one of the three co-owners of a local teach company, which also provided tech support. Now, one of our big-time clients was an office for whom we had deployed three to four servers and provided special tech support, as they were one of our OG clients. Now, the storage servers that we deployed in the firm were old, and it started to wear down and become slow. So, we suggested they replace them with the new, more reliable and faster ones. And the owner, a very jerk of a dude, decided to wait until the weekend, as they had a very huge and crucial project going on. And he didn't want any time wasted, as they were near the deadline, a week or so left, and told us to get the new servers ready to go. Basically, put together the new servers, and install the software, etc. So that we would just go ahead and swap the servers and use the remaining time to check for errors, transport the necessary files for ongoing projects from the old servers to the new ones, and all such stuff. Now, the office had an employee who would look after and approve any and all repairs related with the servers. We too had to get his approval for any repairs related with the servers, unless we had the direct consent from the owner. Cast, we've got me, we've got the above employee, Elliot, and we've got the owner. So around four to five days before the new servers had to be deployed, we went and did our routine checkups on the servers. We do routine checkups on old servers if the owner or buyer asks us to do so, and found a major issue with the servers that could lead them to crash hard, like not being able to work again hard. So, like anyone would do, we wanted to resolve the issue. Luckily, it was nothing we hadn't seen. In fact, we predicted that it may occur and would take only an hour's worth of downtime. So, we sent an email to Elliot that contained all the details of the issue and asking approval for the resolve/repairs. Elliot flat out within seconds responded with a big no. We sent an email again, asking if he was sure and stuff, and gave more details about the issue and how all the servers may crash if the issue wasn't resolved. He again responded with a no. So, I called the owner and he said to do as Elliot said. When I told him that Elliot said no, he said, "Then don't do it." I asked for that in writing. He said okay, and around 10 minutes later we got an email stating the conversation I had with him. So, we left it at that. The next day we get a frantic call from the office saying that the servers had crashed, how they were behind schedule, and how they could not do any work, and how it was our job to make sure there were no issues in the servers, and how we were to pay for their losses. I then calmly tell them that we had in fact told them about the issue, and how serious it was, and that the servers may not work anymore, and that they had to wait till the weekend for the new servers to be deployed, as they were not yet completed. The owner got insane and said that we hadn't told them about the issue, but when I sent him the email chain between us and Elliot and his own email, he shut up and knew he couldn't do anything. He asked us to hurry the new servers and hung up. The next weekend we deployed their new servers. The best part is what would have cost them only an hour of downtime in repairs, cost them 4 days of downtime, and possibly a lot of money, as they were late to finish the project. And yeah, Elliot was probably canned, because I never again saw or heard from him ever again. As I came to a new, more awesome employee the next time we went for repairs again, make sure the salad is well-dressed, you got it. Many years ago, I worked for a very nice restaurant. We weren't high class or anything, but we were very nice, especially for the area. We had a few regulars that would come in for business meetings, or special dates, etc. And for the most part, everyone was courteous, etc. We did have an extensive wine collection, as the owner was a fan of wine and loved to share that with people. So it would occasionally bring in some serious snobs. I love wine, but something about those that are truly passionate make them either incredible human beings or absolutely insufferable. Mike, a business regular, was one of the insufferable ones. He liked to bring prospective clients in to impress them with the wine and his snootiness. He was also one of the few people that would spend a lot of money in one sitting. Tax write-off purposes, I'm sure. Make a grand show of tipping 35% or higher, and then slipping it back into his pocket after the client left. Not all of it, but regularly only left about 2% or less. One evening, he calls and makes a reservation, for 12. This is very unusual, as usually it was only him and one or two other people. Mike pulled out all the stops, and actually ordered and paid ahead of time, as he wanted minimal interruptions. He picked four menu items of similar value that his guests could pick from. Pre-ordered appetizers, desserts, and nine bottles of wine. The total before tax was close to $2,000. We were supposed to keep interactions to a minimum, but he wanted us to fill waters and sodas the moment that they're half full. Clear plates the moment someone has finished bring fresh wine glasses every time someone has finished a glass and don't let him ever catch someone refueling their own glass or using the same one. We were to be seen, not heard, and were somehow supposed to magically anticipate what everyone needed. He left a $25 tip when he prepaid. This was before the mandatory tips for groups of this number are larger. So the day arrives, and I came over first, introduced myself, explained that their host had prepaid for a set menu. The wine and appetizers would be out shortly, and I was there to take orders for any other drinks that may be wanted. What dressing they would like for their salad, and which of the four menu items each person would like. I went around the table getting everyone's selections. I came to the head of the table and asked Mike what his preference for salad dressing would be. He was extremely snippy with me when he said, "Blue cheese, and make sure the salad is well dressed." In his usual flashy show of authority to impress the people around him. With a very perturbed look on his face, since I dared to even speak at the table. At this point, I had it with Mike. I had already been hired at a new job, and had already put in my two weeks notice, hence why I was selected for Mike duty. I get to the back, and I'm just so over all of it. I'm prepping the salads, and it happens, I get to Mike's salad. Well dressed, you say? You got it, buddy. I took the mini suit off the bottle of wine that the boss's wife had sewn as a gag. Put it around a pint glass from the bar, and placed Mike's salad inside the glass, and brought that out to him. In front of what was sure to be a life-changing business deal, I made sure to slip in silently, drop off salads in front of people deftly, then made a point to set his down in front of him last. When there was a natural pause in the sales pitch, and clearly state, "Your well-dressed salad, sir." Laughs were had by all but Mike. The rest of the night went off without a word spoken between the guests and I. When they left, several of the guests had left a few dollars here and there, tucked under plates. I finished off my last week there without incident. Don't engineer solutions. Back when compact made laptops with two and a half inch mechanical hard drives, they came out with a model where, if bumped even a little a certain way, would dislodge the hard drive from its connector, and the results would be a call to help desk that the hard drive had failed. Help desk would route the equipment to the depot repair section. I was help desk manager, also over depot repair at this time. One genius tech came up with the idea to wedge a bit of folded paper behind the drive to keep it in place, and so I had all the tech start doing this any time we touched that model. The IT director received somehow the COO's, his boss, laptop, on which the hard drive had failed, really failed as she had dropped it while the hard drive was spinning. Upon taking the cover off, no idea why, discovered the folded bit of paper. He made the trip down the elevator to my office with equipment in hand, thrust it on my desk in front of me and demanded to know what was going on with that. I explained, "No, that's unacceptable. If compact had this fatal flaw, they needed to fix it." No, that's unacceptable. If compact had this fatal flaw, they needed to fix it. My team needs not be engineering solutions, especially such a shade tree solution. Send any that failed back to the manufacturer. I explained several issues with that, primary of which was, at the time, a 2-3 week turnaround. But no, no more tinkering. Send them to compact to be fixed properly. Cue malicious compliance. I explained the issue to the depot techs, and they all got the hint. Every second computer that came in for anything started going to compact for repairs. Quicker than I thought, though probably 3-4 weeks, complaints were flowing into me, the IT director, and even the COO about slow turnaround and no equipment. I was summoned to her office and found myself under a bus made by the very angry IT director in the other chair. "What's going on?" demanded the COO after methodically explaining that the company needs PCs to be working, you think? I explained that we are no longer allowed to engineer solutions to compact issues, so we have to send many of our machines to the manufacturer now. I went on to explain how I like to let the techs use initiative with oversight, but not anymore as it's not a proper fix if we do it ourselves, per the IT director. This is his direction, and we're just following orders. Stammering ensued from the other chair. I was thanked and excused by the COO. The IT director came to my office later and apologized for interference with my leadership. He was gone within the year, and that was my next promotion. Am I the jerk for telling my wife she can't get rid of the dog? 15 months ago, my new wife told me she wanted a dog. I had been told by my stepkids and her longtime friends that my wife has a long history of wanting a dog more than anything in the world. She has the worst case of ADHD I've ever seen in an adult, then finding a new home for the dog when she gets tired of it. After a long conversation, she assured me that wouldn't happen, so I explained how much I love dogs, and that she shouldn't make a dog part of my family and then take it away. She promised. Fast forward a few months, and the newness wore off for her as my affection grew for our very small dog. He's not perfect, even after more than a year, we can't get him to consistently do his business outside, but he's such a happy affectionate puppy. Without consulting me first, my wife spent $2,000 on a new dog, a whole other issue, last summer. As her interest in the new dog grew, her disdain for our first dog also grew. She wants to get rid of the first dog. I've told her she made him part of my family, and I'm now a package deal, which includes him, so he's going nowhere. She thinks I'm a jerk for not standing by her. Am I the jerk? Edit. Thank you for all the feedback, messages, and awards. Edit. My wife is clearly the jerk, and I'm putting pieces in place to make her my ex-wife. I work from home and create the dogs if I leave, since no one else in the house will lift a finger for them, so I'm not worried about one of them accidentally getting out, and I sincerely think she knows better than to actually hurt them. Her interest in the newer dog is starting to fade, so I'm sure when I leave, she owned the house before we met. I'll be taking both of them. Since she's impulse shop does close to poverty, it's going to be a slow process getting funds together before I walk out the door. She's in therapy and takes a casserole of daily meds, although I'm certain she's a covert narcissist who misidentifies as an empath. No therapist can help her because she's delusional, and no man is ever going to find prolonged happiness with her. This is all crap I wish I'd known before marrying her, but live and learn. Am I the jerk for not cleaning from my parents' Halloween party, even though they canceled mine? Side note. I'm a full-time college student and a part-time worker, so seeing my friends as a rare occurrence. We had to start planning this party weeks in advance, so we could make sure everyone could come. I, 18 female, and my friend, 18 male, were planning a Halloween party several weeks ago, and I suggested that we hold it at my place. It seemed like the ideal place since it had hard floors, single-story, friends were familiar with it, and it was overall the best place to have the party. He agreed, and I got the approval from my parents to host the party here. About two weeks ago, my parents told me, out of the blue, that I was no longer allowed to host the party. They said it was because the house was not clean to my mother's standards, even though I was not home all day, and my brothers made the message she was complaining about. I claimed that this was unfair, since I didn't make the mess, and they shouldn't expect me to clean the house, even if I'm not home, but they persisted. I then texted my friend, and he said he could host the party at his place, and that there was nothing to worry about. I was joined, and I told my family that the party was still on. Now my parents know that I'm not a bad kid. I've never done anything I wasn't supposed to, and I have a 4.0, but my friend is different, so they tried to change my plans. What if you held the party outside here? You could just put a projector outside and play outside. We don't want you at a party with drinkers. I deflected that, and said that we couldn't do anything outside, and that we already changed locations. So it's today, and my parents have their own party going on here, and they told me to clean the house today while they went out. Long story short, I only vacuumed and put my stuff away. When they got home, they were mad. They tried to take my phone away, and told me that I was awful for not preparing the house for their guests. I said that it was unfair that I had to clean a house for guests I didn't invite, and that I wouldn't even see on Halloween. I'm currently in my bedroom contemplating, and now here I am. Am I the jerk? Edit, just to clarify, I have two brothers, both are older than me, and stay home most of the day. Am I the jerk for telling my sister that she has always had it easy? Me, 25 female, and my sister, 25 female, were very close when we were young, but things changed when our father passed, and our mother had to raise us alone. She, according to me, has always favored my sister over me. It wasn't blatant favoritism. She still cared for me and loved me, but my sister was allowed to go to school dances, dye her hair, wear expensive makeup, buy expensive dresses, things which I wasn't allowed to do. My sister changed, and during middle school she became the popular girl while I was the nerd. She often ridiculed me during school, and I complained to my mother about this. She comforted me, but never really did anything about this situation. All of this built up resentment for my sister inside me. Every day when I went to school, I had to face her bullying. However, I convinced myself that what she was doing right now didn't matter, that I would end up happier in life because I worked way harder than she did and would end up successful. I got into my dream college after school, and my mother was really happy for me, but at the same time, my sister had failed in some of her subjects and had to repeat the year, so my mom didn't want to go out for dinner to celebrate, since it would upset my sister. Fast forward a couple of years, and my sister is getting married to a very rich man. I was very happy for her and attended her wedding. I had a job and was doing pretty good for myself financially, but was under a lot of stress due to high working hours. While I was talking to my sister, she said to me and her friends how sad it must be for me to have worked so hard for all those years and still be so unhappy with my life while she was enjoying hers. She told me that I should have worked smart like her instead of working hard. I got very angry at her and told her that failing school and then deciding to drop out of college was not "working smart" and that not everyone was as lucky as her to be born with a pretty face and get married to a rich guy they met on Tinder, even though she herself was a loser. After that, I laughed. Later, I got a call from my mom telling me that my sister started crying after what I said to her and that I ruined my sister's special day due to my jealousy. She told me to not show my face to her before I was ready to apologize. What my mom said was definitely true. My mom's subtle favoritism towards her, her popularity in school, the fact that she has a husband and I am lonely, and the fact that I have had to work hard all my life and still work 12 hour days to earn money while she gets served everything on a silver platter while sitting at home has made me very jealous of her. Am I the jerk? Am I the jerk for chopping down the trees in my backyard, even though my neighbor liked them and asked me not to? So our new neighbors renovated their backyard around three months ago, not long after they moved in. They added a pool, a hammock, a built-in grill, and a bar. They basically made a resort in their own backyard. Our backyard has grass and a bunch of tall palm trees that are right behind their fins. So lately, a few of the dead leaves of our palm trees have been falling into their backyard, which wasn't an issue with the old neighbors. They rarely brought it up and we were always apologetic. The thing is, we've been considering getting red of our palm trees for a couple years because of the maintenance and also because we never spent time in our backyard. So when the neighbors started throwing the leaves back into our yard and yelling at us to be responsible, we decided it was time to cut them down. They didn't like this idea either. They said that when they were planting their backyard, they were considering our trees as part of their scenery and that without the trees, it would take away from their backyard. They also said that there isn't enough space for them to plant their own trees, so they offered to pay for someone to come to our house to maintain our trees. This would usually be really nice, but at this point, we were set on taking down the trees and we also didn't want to form a relationship with the neighbors because they were very rude and we would feel like we owed them if they paid for the maintenance. So two days ago, we cut down the trees and now they are furious, complaining to all the other neighbors, blasting us on the neighborhood forum and giving out our address. They told us that we are not being neighborly and that we are selfish. We told them that it's our property and we can do whatever we want with it and they should have been responsible when they decided not to put trees in their yard. So are we the jerks? Support the 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 but Karen doesn't that one.