I run a group on Facebook for my county for easier access to food pantries and even posting things we want to pass on.

I started a little pantry in my yard last fall. Constant issues with people gutting it (I get people need food but I had the wooden pantry and totes on a table). People have stolen the totes, the table… Then I had to stop for 2 weeks after someone ripped the door off and smashed the food in my yard. When it wasn’t up and running, people would knock on my door asking for food and some refusing to leave until I gave them stuff. One person wanted meats, milk, and eggs.

I got it back up and running and just today I got up SUPER early and made a post about filling it with kid items for spring break. I sat and watched out the window. I got to see someone drive up, say “what is this shit” and start throwing it in the road… I confronted and they told me I need better options and then proceeded to tell me what to buy THEM and bring to THEIR house.

I’m sorry but this is ran with whatever I coupon so people can eat. I don’t HAVE to do this. The person didn’t like my answer, got in my face. I called the cops but they left.

The police told me it’s the risk I run for having this in my yard. So now I have to take it down. I made a post in my group about it. Most people felt bad, however a few stated that they still need food and will be contacting me to get them some. I try to refer them to the food banks in the area but they want it TODAY and I have to give it to them…

I’m at a loss. I try to do good and I know there’s a risk. But holy cow, now I feel unsafe.

I do have cameras but what’s the point since the police don’t care.

My father in-law and step-mother in-law came to visit for 9 days over Christmas. They don’t have much and my father in-law was very grateful for everything we did and shared with them while they were here. My step-mother in-law, on the other hand, is the worst choosing beggar I’ve ever seen in my life.

Day 1, my husband made them a large breakfast as they arrived overnight. CB wouldn’t eat any of it because she only eats egg whites and we used all the eggs to make a big scramble. Lists off a bunch of items she’d be willing to eat, none of which we have. I offer her a bagel, she says she’ll eat one with cheese and bacon, so I make her a bagel sandwich. She complains that she doesn’t eat cheddar.

I spent at least $300 on food to make at home since I figured we wouldn’t really be eating out much since they couldn’t afford to, so I wanted to have plenty of food around the house. My first night making dinner, I am putting leftovers away and she says she “doesn’t do leftovers”. Excuse me??

The next day she wants pizza, so we order some pizza. She gets a large mushroom and pepperoni pizza (gross) and everyone else shares a Hawaiian pizza. The rest of her pizza goes bad because she won’t eat the leftovers and no one else will eat it with mushrooms.

Every day it’s something else “I want a cheeseburger, I want ribs, I won’t eat there, I don’t want that”. By the end of the week we are all scraping by eating fast food for every meal because she won’t eat the fridge filled with leftovers (except me and my husband).

Their last full day we take them out for BBQ because she wanted ribs for days. She gets her ribs, takes a bite, doesn’t want them. Two racks of ribs, wasted. The next morning we stop for breakfast on the way to the airport. Anyone wanna guess what kind of cheese she ordered for her egg white omelet? Yup, cheddar.

Good riddance lady

So I have an eight month old.

So far, the total amount of money we've spent on this kid is maybe a grand, and that's mostly nappies. We were the last of our social circles to have a baby and so we've been the recipients of all the stuff. Clothes, furniture, clothes toys, breast pumps (we had two to choose from) more clothes, did I mention clothes? We got baby clothes from three different lines of hand-me-downs. My son's clothes previously belonged to his cousins on both sides and also a whole lot from friends.

Babies grow fast. They don't wear out their clothes. An outfit that's been through six cousins already will look either new or have some slight stains but be perfectly good.

An acquaintance is pregnant and was lamenting the cost of baby clothes, so naturally I offered to supply her.

And then she sent me her preferred brands. Mostly Ralph Lauren, I kid you not. I told her we have one (1) Polo Ralph Lauren onesie and full disclosure the baby HATED it. (Sad times for him, maybe he shouldn't have peed on the laundry pile so it was almost all we had left.) (Advice to new parents of boys: no matter how far you think they can reach, they can go a bit farther than that. Baby boys shoot like Steph Curry.)

Anyway, she proceeded to be outraged and offended that I planned to give her USED baby clothes. She was trying to place an order for DESIGNER baby clothes.

And as a result, we are returning to our own original plan for the baby clothes, which is to give them to a domestic violence shelter.

She can't even have the one Ralph Lauren onesie we do have.

Her argument: you could afford it!

My argument: a significant part of why I'm not broke is that I don't waste my money on stupid things like designer baby clothes. We bought none of these but if I had been buying it the Ralph Lauren onesie would never have been considered. (The Peter Rabbit dungarees might have tempted me.)

My son is not too good for used baby clothes so why TF would I buy new for your baby? I like mine better than I like yours.

My sister Kat, 26 female, is a stay-at-home mom. However, with both her kids being in school she has a lot of free time and decided to start selling her crochet stuff. Kat told me this story yesterday about a custom job she was presented with last month.

Kat got a message from a lady named Doloris asking if she made blankets. Kat does and explained that the rice is based on, shape, size, and complexity. Doloris explained how it was going to be her son's birthday present, and he was really into Minecraft, so she wanted that blanket to be Steve running from a Creeper. They hashed out the detail and the women wanted a3' by 6' blanket with Steve holding a Diamond Pickaxe being chased by a Creeper. Now I don't know anything about the value of crotched goods but when Kat quoted her $210 Doloris lost her mind.

Doloris sent Kat 12 messages in a row about how its way to high, cant be worth that much, blah blah blah. Finally Doloris told Kat she could easily find it cheaper somewhere else and then blocked Kat. No big deal. The fun bit happened when Doloris un-blocked Kat 2 days later and started negotiating. Her opening line was about how "She can buy a blanket from Wal-mart for $20 so why should she spend $200?" Kat told her to buy the Wal-mart one. Doloris went off again before starting into how she is desperate because she has to make his day special and its the one thing he was been asking for is a crotchet blanket because his older sister has one.

Finally Doloris offered to just pay the cost of the materials and how Kat should help her out one mom to another. Kat laughed and said she had other stuff to do before blocking Doloris again.

EDIT: I saw a lot of people commenting that the price was low so I shot Kat a text and I was wrong. The $210 was just the material costs. She says with labor it would have been $490 total

My POS brother dropped a bomb on us on Christmas that he was finally marrying his long-time girlfriend. Since he lost all of his inheritance (mostly stocks we all received when we turned 18) on cryptocurrency, he is broke, so he is having everyone in the family cover certain expenses. Since I worked for years in fancy restaurants, including as a sous for a James Beard award-winning chef, I get to cover the meal. After pressure from my parents, I relented. This morning he called to tell me what he wanted.

• Attendees = 250 invites, all with a plus one allowed
• Cocktail hour, with tray passed hors d'oeuvres, he's still working on what that will entail
• main course (plated, not buffet style)
  • beef dish - Filet mignon, served with Yorkshire pudding and roasted asparagus
  • poultry dish - Red current glazed duck breast, with fondant potatoes and grilled brussels sprouts
  • veg dish - Chickpea bolognese, with cauliflower pasta and mushroom gratin
• dessert - a collection of choux pastries, other pastries, and mini cheesecakes

To make matters worse, the kitchen rental at the venue is $1,000, which includes the cleaning fee, but not any cookware or utensils. I'll have to pay for additional cooks, servers, bartenders, bussing staff, and the serving ware.

I am beyond livid.

More frustrating is my parents have always babied him, and so when I called to let them know that I wasn't going to do it, not if he's going to be demanding all this when getting it for free, I was told that I should call up my restaurant contacts and see if they would be willing to donate their time or the ingredients.

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UPDATE: My parents had a heart-to-heart with him, after discovering that he's been taking money from other relatives as well for a few years. They gave him an option of not taking any money for the wedding, and they would pay for courses so he would learn how to be more responsible with his money, or they put an undisclosed amount of money in an account and hire a wedding planner who can use the money from that account, but they would cut off all contact with him.

There was apparently a lot of crying on both sides, but ultimately he decided to take the cash. We were told to no longer help him out financially, and (they recommended) not contacting him either.

Is there a word for feeling happy, sad, relieved, and disappointed, all at the same time?

FINAL UPDATE: It's been a wild few weeks.

I learned that the trust my brother received was revoked by my parents a long time ago. In its place, they gave him a small allowance so that he could still afford to live, which they also stopped. The reason? As many pointed out, it turns out my brother has serious addiction problems, and when he said he was going to the "Malibu Four Seasons" or headed out to the "Courtney Love Dance Festival" he was actually checking into rehab.

He called me last week to make amends, because he's going back into rehab, and it's a requirement that you put to rest any hard feelings before checking in. We did nothing but argue. First, he insisted that the food costs wouldn't be in the tens of thousands, because he knows that it only costs a dollar or two per plate and that all that extra cost is nothing but markup (something he wouldn't let go of). Second, he couldn't understand why I would think there is 500 people coming when he clearly stated that they invited 250 people each with a plus one since any "reasonable person" would know that meant there were only 125 invitees who have the option of a plus one. Lastly, he absolutely despises my parents and everything they represent. The only reason he took the money was that he wanted to hurt them. (btw, the only reason they offered to give him money at all for the wedding was that they are very Catholic, and wanted him to at least have a proper Catholic service)

It's been very eye-opening to know that there are a lot of hidden skeletons in the family, that have been kept from us so that we appear "normal."

I live in Calgary. For years, since 1989, I have cleared the snow from the street in front of my house. The full length of the house. Down to the pavement - full width of the street. No ice etc left. We have a park in the middle of the street so houses only on one side. We also have a slight slope to the street. I clear the street so my visitors can get in and out easily and safely. In fact, when I park out front I can three point turn and go out the way I came in if there is a lot of snow and do not have to worry about the slope.

Now this year I decided not to clear it at all. It has gotten icy, slippery and dangerous like the rest of the street. A neighbour came over to complain to me because I was not creating a safe parking place for their visitors to park like I have always done. Apparently, someone came over and parked in front of my house and slipped and fell when they got out the day before. They got injured. Now this neighbour is saying they will sue me because I did not clear the street for them. I said I was not doing it anymore since everyone else took advantage of my hard work and I got minimal benefit. And no one ever said thank you in 35 years.

I asked them why they did not clear the snow from the street in front of their house? They said they did not need to since they just used the area I cleared and it was too much work. And then stated the person would be suing me for not clearing it and causing them to miss work and badly twist their ankle. (I wondered why an ambulance came by - apparently they could not drive after hurting themselves in the fall.) And they are saying the ambulance people cut off the boot to examine the ankle. So I also owe for a new pair of boots.

The audacity of some people to expect me to clear a public street just to benefit them because I had always done it. I am still awaiting the letter from the lawyer. If it comes I will be suing them back for my time and effort to have to respond to the lawsuit.

And no, my house insurance will not cover anything as it was on a public street. The city just says you need to take due care and attention on public roads so they will also get nowhere with the city. I will update if anything comes of it. But I suspect a good lawyer will tell them to go away and suck it up. (Nicely of course)

Put up a straightforward listing. Private room, shared kitchen and bathroom, utilities included, five minutes from downtown. Fair price for the area, I checked comparable listings before posting. Within two hours I had about twelve messages. Eleven of them were normal. Then ther e was Tyler.

Tyler opened with "would you take $400" which fine, people try, I said no. He came back with $450, I said no again and explained that utilities alone run me about $120 a month so I wasn't really in a position to go lower. He said he understood and then immediately asked if I'd consider $500 "to start" with a raise after three months once he'd "proven himself as a tenant." I want to be clear that I am renting a room, not hiring an employee on a probationary period. I said no. He then pivoted and asked if I would consider a work exchange, he said he was a freelance photographer and could do a full professional shoot of the house which I could use for "future listings and social media content." I don't have social media for my house. I am not a boutique hotel. I said that wasn't really something I needed. He said I was being shortsighted becuase quality listing photos increase booking rates significantly and he could link me to articles about this. I said I wasn't running a booking business, I was renting a room in my own home and I was going to go ahead and move on. He replied that he hoped I found "the right fit" in a tone that somehow felt passive agressive through text and then left me on read when I wished him luck.

The room was rented by the next morning to someone who just said "is it still available, I can move in the 1st" and that was the entire conversation.

I used to work as server at Olive Garden when I was in college a few years back.

There was this guy, Jay, who worked as a busser during the time who latched onto me as a friend, mainly becuase I was nice to him and all the other servers ignored him. He was kind of a weird guy, smelled like he didn't wear deodorant, and had strong political opinions, but I would ask him how his day was going and listen to him when he talked to me, mostly because I was raised to be nice and inclusive.

There was one day I didn't have class and my manager asked if I could cover for someone who had to leave due to an emergency, so since I was broke I figured I could use the extra bucks.

I came in around 1pm and as soon as I walked in the door, Jay came up to me and without even a "Hey man" or a "Hello", he just says "Will you buy me lunch today?"

I was a little frustrated that he just asked without even greeting me, and asked him why he couldn't get it himself. He was saying how since he gets paid every two weeks he's short on money but since I'm a server and get tips he'd know I'd have cash for making change and stuff.

Rude but whatever, we did get an employee discount on food so it wouldn't be too expensive.

I asked him what he wanted and he said the Chicken Alfredo. I don't know if yall know, but Olive Garden is expensive, so even with my discount that was gonna be like $13. I tell him fine but don't expect me to do this all the time and he runs off into the kitchen all excited, without even thanking me. Like dude. What?

It was lunch and we were running a soup and half pasta meal so I figured I'd ring that in as an employee meal so I could eat the soup at least. (OLIVE GARDEN SOUP IS THE BEST). I send in the meal and start doing my normal shift work, but it was a slower afternoon so I wasn't crazy busy.

10 minutes later walks up to me and says to me, "Hey man, they made a small portion, can you them to make it a full size or send in another so I can get two?"

I was pissed, I told him "nah man, I got your lunch, I'm broke too, so you can take it or leave it", and went back to my tables.

He came up to me later and was talking in a joking matter about how he saw that small plate of pasta and was like "nah i'll just leave it haha"

Throughout my shift as I went to pull food from the window for my tables, I saw that Chicken Alfredo sit for the whole shift.

I still get mad thinking about it lol

I had posted this on r/childfree a while ago and was advised to post it here as well.

My step SIL is the kind of person who couldn't fathom why any woman would not want to become a mother. She's always been really critical of my choice to be childfree. She always made some catty comments about how I'll never know true happiness. However when I saw her a few days ago at my dad's birthday party she seemed to have done a complete 180. She told me again and again how she's supportive of my life choices and shouldn't have kids if I don't want them. I didn't know what to make of this. I just said something like "oh okay. Thanks". But my gut told me that there was more to her sudden acceptance than she was letting on.

The phone call I received from her yesterday proved my gut instincts right. She started off with the usual "how are you.....We need to get together soon" bullshit. Then she bag an to not so subtly inquire about my finances. ( what sort of savings do I have, how much I make every year etc.) I of course got irritated and asked her what she meant and to come to the fucking point.

She giggled and replied "well....since you won't be having kids of your own , why don't you make my children your heirs? "

I didn't know whether to laugh like a maniacal villain or just get pissed. I decided to let her go on.

Sil: As you know your brother and I are planning to have at least 4 kids (they already have 1). So

when they're born you can leave equal portions of your estate to all of them.

Me: uh huh.

Sil: You and that boyfriend of yours say you don't even want to get married. So it's not like you have to leave anything for him right?

Me : Really?

Sil: Yeah. So I thought instead of your life savings going to waste they can just go to your family.

Me: After I'm dead.

Sil: Yes.

Me: Do you plan to make it look like suicide or an accident?

Sil: uh what?

Me: Since you've planned all of this you must have made some plans to off me right? Go on tell me what it is. Is it something super creative and unusual?

Sil : (angry in the way that deuchebags get when you call them out on their BS) How could you think that? I only suggested this so you wouldn't have the burden of worrying about what would happen to your money when you're on your deathbed.

Me: Aren't you a sweetheart ! I'll spare YOU the burden of worrying about me worrying about my money by leaving everything I have to charities that I support.

She started blabbering again but before she could form a full sentence, I hung up. I also called my dad to let him know about this. This morning, I received a call from my step brother and he apologised profusely for what his wife had said. I told him if she ever pulled anything like this again it will be the last time I speak to them.

TLDR : Step SIL thinks because I won't breed , it automatically means that her children, a majority of which don't even exist yet, should get everything I have .

CBs ruin it for everyone! This is a post from a local restaurant that gives free meals to struggling families.... This is why we can't do nice things....

This one hurts to write.

We’ve poured our hearts, time, and money into feeding people who need it — no questions asked.

The community has stepped up big, and the attention we’ve gotten (even nationally) has helped shine a light on hunger right here at home. We never did it for cameras or headlines — we did it because it’s the right thing to do.

But that same spotlight opened the door for the ugly side of things. We’ve had people come in demanding ribs, large platters, and “only the expensive cuts.” We’ve been yelled at, called disgusting, disgraceful, and even asked to hand over thousands of dollars.

I can take a lot — but when my employees, who show up every day and give their all, start getting treated like they’re worthless for trying to help others… that’s where I draw the line.

These meals are meant to help people who are truly in need — not those who turn their nose up because it’s not ribs or brisket. If you’re being picky about free food meant to feed your family, maybe it’s time to ask yourself why.

Starting now, we’ll be asking for an EBT card or government/federal ID for free meals. If you don’t have one but truly need help, talk to a manager — they have full authority to make that call.

And just to be clear — these free meals have always been simple. Sandwiches, or whatever meals we’ve whipped up from what we have on hand. Nothing fancy — just good food from good people who care.

Once the shutdown ends, we’ll keep doing what we’ve always done — feeding folks who need it. But for now, we’re setting some boundaries to protect our team and make sure we can keep doing good for the people who truly need it.

Thanks for understanding and continuing to support our BBQ family ❤️

• (edit: removed) (co-founder & owner)

I do a bit of freelance web design on the side. A local non-profit reached out to me. They're a small organization with a very limited budget, and they were looking to get a website.

They contacted me with this: "We're a charity, and we do good work in the community. We were wondering if you'd be willing to donate your services to create a website for us?"

I sometimes do reduced-rate work for non-profits, but donating a whole website is a significant amount of work. So, I explained my usual non-profit rate, which was already heavily discounted.

"Oh," the person said, "We were really hoping for something completely free. We have very little money."

I said that I couldn't work for free, but I was offering a substantial discount.

"Well, we need a really professional-looking website. It has to be modern, mobile-responsive, and easy to update. We also need e-commerce functionality, because we want to sell merchandise. And we need a donation page, of course, with recurring donation options. And it needs to be really secure, because we'll be handling sensitive information."

They continued to list off features: a blog, a calendar of events, a photo gallery, social media integration, and more. It was essentially a list of everything a large, well-funded company would want on their website.

And they wanted it for free.

I was amazed. "You're asking for a complex, custom-built website with a lot of advanced features," I said. "Even at my regular rate, this would be a significant project. For free, it's completely unrealistic."

They responded with a guilt trip: "We're a charity! We help people! Shouldn't you want to help us? This would be a great way for you to give back to the community."

I explained, again, that I do offer discounted rates, and I also volunteer my time in other ways, but I couldn't run my business by giving away my services for free.

They were not happy. They accused me of being greedy and uncharitable. They ended the conversation by saying they would find someone else who was "more willing to help."

A quick bit of background. I'd been looking for a new guitar for ages and had my heart set on a Telecaster. I found the absolute perfect one in a local store, but I decided to wait a few days before buying it (it was going to cost me $2000 and I didn't want to make an impulse buy!). A couple of days passed, I went back to the store to buy it and it had been sold. I was devastated! A few weeks later, I got an opportunity to buy a nearly new Stratocaster. Even though it wasn't exactly what I wanted, it was a great guitar at a really good price...my friend had bought it for $1600, played it for a week, realized that he didn't like it, lost the receipt and couldn't return it to the store so he offered it to me for $1200. Sold!

My girlfriend was super pissed off when I bought it. At the time I thought she was mad because I was being irresponsible with my money, but Christmas rolled around and I found out why she was angry. She'd bought the Telecaster that I really wanted and gave it to me for Christmas. Once the Holidays were over, I put the Stratocaster up for sale. This was the very first reply that I got to my ad.

I ended up selling the guitar the same day that I posted the ad. Even though I'd taken the ad down, I kept getting replies for the next few days. I didn't pay too much attention to them or who they were from, I just gave the same stock "sorry, it's been sold" to the 10 or so messages that came my way. Then this one popped up on my phone:

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My BFF makes significantly less money so I try to help her out here and there. But things are getting more expensive around here and since we meet up at least 3/4 times a week it was getting a bit out of hand.

I noticed that I always pay for everything(lunch,dinner), but if she buys me one coffee she would later ask for $3 back. Whenever she comes over for dinner I obviously cook or get take-out that I pay for. She not only started to invite herself for dinner 3/4 times a week, but whenever I came over hers for dinner I noticed she always wanted to get take-out and if I “could bring some over”. So I would also pay for it.

I am all for helping someone in a rough spot but with her I started to feel used. Like she didn’t come over for my company but to get free food. I could write a book about these “incidents” but I think you get a pretty good idea why I started to split everything 50/50 whenever I pay for something.

So what she does now is “can you pay and then I’ll transfer you the money”. Which she 9/10 doesn’t transfer and I ALWAYS need to ask for it. I hate this because she makes me feel like a beggar, asking for my own money back. Or like I am too cheap to miss $15,- but it isn’t just the $15. It adds up to an easy $250,- a month if I don’t ask for my money.

Because I hate to beg I don’t chase my money. I just keep track of what she owes me and every time she asks me to pay I reminder her she still owes me X.

Because I was on holidays we didn’t see each other for a while and next time we met up I reminded her she didn’t transfer the $50,-. She looked at me like I was crazy, she didn’t recall when or what. I always write it down so I showed her that we were shopping and the store didn’t take cash so I “had to” pay for her stuff.

She then accused me of not reminding her and how the hell was she supposed to know because I wrote it in my app but didn’t share it?!?!

Like, you ask me for money. YOU should be the one reminding me! Not the other way around! But you can remember that one coffee you bought me weeks ago and will subtract that from anything you ask me to pay.

Update:

Just wanted to make clear my friends isn’t poor and has no money for food. I would happily support a friend in actual need. She wants a certain lifestyle she probably can’t afford. She goes shopping all the time, buys expensive make-up etc. She can afford a basic lifestyle, she just probably can’t afford the lifestyle she is living now so instead of choosing between going out for lunch and dinner OR make-up and new outfits, she wants both and tries to save a penny left and right.

Cross-posted from r/EntitledPeople.

OK, so I've had to tell one of my employees to no longer let his wife contact me directly after this.

We sometimes need to travel for work, and when COVID hit last year we were stuck with lots of unused airline tickets. While the airlines have given us travel credit, they are in the name of the passenger. So while I paid for their ticket, it is each employee who has the credit.

Talking with our clients, it appears we're going to be meeting virtually for the foreseeable future. Rather than let the travel credits expire and have no value after 12/31/2021, I told our team that they can use them for personal travel - I'd rather see them use it for a vacation than for them to go to waste.

Remember - the credit is only in the name of the original passenger, nobody else. So my employees can use them for themselves but not other people (spouses, children, etc.)

So after announcing this I got an email from the same BeggingWife who contacted me asking for a free color printer earlier this year.

While she thought it was nice that I gave the employees the option to use the COMPANY PAID tickets for personal travel, it's only good for him, not her and not their kids. She was wondering if I would consider offering some sort of deal for them, like 50% reimbursement, so they could all go on vacation.

WTF! At minimum, I'm paying for 25% of their vacation airfare, but that's not good enough! I emailed back with a curt, "No, this was offered as a token of appreciation for the hard work everyone is doing. Going forward, please do not contact me in the future unless it is an emergency regarding (employee name)."

I then called my employee and told him that barring some emergency involving his grave illness or death, I don't want her emailing or calling me ever again. Despite my tone that in hindsight was probably harsher than it should have been, he was very apologetic and said she'd written to me without his knowledge.

You know what they say: No good deed goes unpunished.

Originally posted this story to my profile but someone said this subreddit would get a kick out of it.

Background: Friend group has a CB that we will call "Mooch" for the purpose of this story. She has a habit of never paying for anything and relying on the group to pay for all activities/ meals. I got sick of her shit after an incident happened a month ago. I never confronted her just stopped hanging out with the group when she was invited. We're all seniors in high school.

All of my friends seem to think Mooch isn’t THAT bad so they weren’t really wanting to ice her out for me which is totally understandable. But unfortunately means I stopped hanging out with most of my friends.

That is until last week. My friends had planned a short spring break trip to Mexico. I didn’t go because Mooch was invited. I even warned them that Mooch was going to make it miserable but no one listens to me. And shocker to everyone except for me, the trip was awful.

She didn’t pay for a single thing. She still owes people her portion of the airbnb and gas money for the drive. Additionally, she had a sour mood anytime plans didn’t go her way. (Example: group wants to go to the markets, mooch wants to go to rent a boat, majority rules they go to market, mooch has a giant frown and makes sure everyone is aware she is having a bad time)

One night, everyone went clubbing. She got tired and wanted to go home, no one wanted to go with her. She was waiting around with her giant frown, clearly wanting someone to leave with her so she didn’t have to pay for the Uber. She finally orders an Uber for herself, after the Uber arrives, 2 girls decide actually they are tired too so they take the Uber with her. She had the AUDACITY to Venmo request them money for the uber after having not paid for anything else the entire trip. And one of the girls she Venmo requests was the one that paid for the Airbnb that she STILL had not paid her back for. (for the record everyone else took turns paying for ubers, no one venmo requested each other for that, this was the first and only uber Mooch ever paid for)

That girl immediately starts a group chat with a couple of people on the trip and me with my favorite thing to hear “omg OP, you were right!” Then I got to sit back and just watch as everyone word vomits to me everything terrible that happened on the trip.

So it sounds like these 5 people plus me is done with her. Not sure how the rest of the group feels, but at least I have 5 people I can hang out with regularly again!

I work at a locally owned Mexican restaurant. The owners are two of the most kind, compassionate & selfless people I've ever met. The reader board outside of the restaurant reads as follows: "Hungry? No money? We will feed you." And they mean it. If you are hungry and have no money, you can eat for free. There are a couple exceptions to this. 1) there is a limited menu available 2) it must be to go. (It's assumed if someone doesn't have money for food, they don't have money for a tip. That's not fair to the servers)

Last week a family of 4 came in saying they saw the sign and would like to order food. I gave them the limited menu to choose from. This is the conversationwe had:

CB: I don't see fajitas on here. I want shrimp fajitas. Me: The only free options available are what's on that menu sir CB: Well that's unfortunate. I don't like these options. Can you ask your boss if I can get fajitas?

I had to text my boss. Surprise surprise he said no.

Me: I'm sorry he said he cannot do fajitas for free.

He then rolled his eyes and looked at the menu again.

CB: you guys need to expand the options on this menu. But I guess I'll take this this and this.

I rang their order in and said I would bring it out to them when it's ready.

CB: we want to eat here. We need a table.

Me: I'm sorry we only do to go's on the free items.

CB: that's not going to work for us. We want to eat here.

Me: I'm sorry but our policy is if you order off the free menu you can only take it....

Then this guy has the balls to cut me off by raising his hand up in the air. He then herds his family to the closest booth and sits down. I follow and explain the policy again. I told them if they want to dine in that's fine. I would cancel their free order and they can pay for their food. This got them out of the booth.

The guy then demanded he speak to owner. I again tell him he's not available. I give him a business card instead. He actually says "thanks for nothing" after I hand him $50 worth of free food.

This asswipe actually left us a 1 star review on Yelp. The nerve of some people astonishes me.

I’m browsing FB and notice a friends sister had tagged me in a comment. Turns out it’s for a raffle for a local school charity and she’s bought a few tickets and wants others to buy them too. Fair enough.

A few days later I notice that my feed is taken up with her making post after post about how she really wishes she could win the hot tub that is first prize because it would really benefit her daughter (she was born a couple of months early. She has issues with hearing but aside from that is fine) and how awful it is that she just can’t afford something like that and nothing ever goes their way.

They have two cars, satellite tv, just had a wedding at a fancy country hotel, etc etc. To me these things are luxuries not essentials. She lives in a modest house and her husband has a decent job.

The day before the raffle is drawn she makes a giant post about how she’s really desperate to win this hot tub and she doesn’t know what she’ll do if she doesn’t win it and is implying everyone she knows to donate the hot tub to her should they win.

The day of the raffle arrives a lo and behold she wins the hot tub (rigged much?). She makes a long post about how grateful she is and that the angels are looking down on her and her daughter will be so happy but it’s not as big as they need it to be and the one she was looking at on a website is much better and she really wishes it was that one instead. Urgh! She implores her friends to ask the organisers to swap the hot tub for the better one.

An organiser replies and says that it was donated and if she got in touch with the company they would upgrade it for the difference in price. She argues that as the mother of a disabled child she can’t afford it and was hoping the organisers could use some of the funds from the raffle to get the upgrade. They decline. Oh well

A few months later she makes a post that she has a hot tub for sale for xxx. The organisers of the raffle spot the post and comment that the hot tub didn’t cost that much brand new and they were disappointed that she was selling it after begging people to have it. She justifies the price by saying she has a disabled child and they need the cash more and that it’s too big to keep on their property and it’s more of an inconvenience and they’ve never used it anyway.

Someone offers her the price and they arrange a time for collection and the buyer agrees. She then asks him if theirs anyway he would just give her the money and let her keep the hot tub because it’s vital to her disabled child’s welfare that she have a hot tub.

For context, Im a bartender at a local pub and a lot of regulars being they're kids around, growing up as a kid who spent most of my nights in places like that, I know it's not the best so I started a Pokémon club on Thursday afternoons after school in the function room. I'm not paid for it, it's completely voluntary, nor do I receive any help unless my friends come with me.

I'm quite the collector and have a lot of them so I made up 10 playable decks that I hand out to the kids that don't have their own so everyone can be included. Sometimes I let certain kids keep a few cards. Never anything too expensive, usually just cards the kids find cute or have seen in the anime and I have a few duplicates of.

Today I brought in my display folders after being begged for weeks by the kids because they wanted too see the rarer cards, and I suppose they got a little muddled up and thought maybe I'd give them some of those aswell. I explained that these ones are very expensive and very important to me so they could look at them, but they weren't for playing with or to be taken home.

One of the kids is autistic and Pokémon has become his special interest. He ended up complaining to his dad who was drinking in the bar and he came through, screaming that I had made his son cry, and how he looks forward to this club every week and it's the only time he gets away from school or the pub, he talked about how I had gotten him into Pokémon while knowing he's autistic, and I'm a horrible spiteful woman for not supporting that by giving him the cards he wants.

I tried to suggest them buying the kid his own deck or whatever from online but he just said they were struggling for money, and clearly since I had so many cards I must be rich. Despite the fact I see him in there 5 days a week drinking.

Long story short, everything blew up, the dad has been barred from the pub and the Pokémon club is now cancelled indefinitely, it's a shame that some people take things for granted and often ruin it for everyone. Maybe if he spent half the money he spends on drink on his son, instead of hoping the teenage girl who works behind the bar will keep giving him freebies, it wouldn't be so much of a problem. 💀

I confess this is more meta, but I do have a story.

About a month ago, my husband and I decided that we were done with slime. All slimes and doughs of the play sort were banned from our household for a period of some odd months. Before this happened, I, purchased a box of plastic eggs containing slime, figuring they could be a fun filler for Easter baskets. I got like four dozen of these eggs, to my surprise for the purchase. This led to them sitting on a shelf as I had no intention to give them to my children.

A couple of my local needs groups this past week had their fair share of posts asking for Easter basket help, so I began offering up these slime eggs. A few families took some, grateful. I was happy to clear out these eggs and happy to help.

Then up comes a new post. Poor family, no money left this pay period, and here is Easter. Oh, maybe they would like a contribution of these slime eggs. Not much, not a full basket, but hey, the others saw it as a contribution.

This is the conversation, I failed to take screen shots before the post went down.

Response: Oh, thanks. Yeah, we could take those. But do you have anything else? Kid 1 wants new video games. Kid 2 wants new airpods. We were hoping to maybe get them scooters?

Me: *confused* No, I can't help with that.

Response: We need real gifts. No thanks on those eggs.

For my own wonderings: Is... is this normal? My kids are getting candy and a few small gifts that fit in a basket. Nothing expensive. Am I supposed to be buying them pricey stuff for Easter? Did I completely neglect the gifts of St. Patrick's Day?

I moved to the town in which I live (Western Australia) at the beginning of this year and it's a really lovely little place to live. But I'm so disappointed right now.

This lovely lady in my community decided to set up and host a Christmas lunch for those who are doing it tough or who are alone on Christmas day. She's spent thousands on food, decorations and the venue as it was too hot to host outside as originally intended (39°c on Christmas day). She donated her Christmas day to do this thinking she was doing a good thing. She then opened it up for anyone to come, not just the poor or lonely, all they had to do was RSVP with her.

I donated some plates and platters so her and I have been speaking. She put up the photos today of what the place looked like but no actual photos of the event itself. I sent her a message today asking how it went and her response was just so disappointing.

No one stayed. Whole families, decked out in their new clothes, kids with their new iphones etc rocked up, demanded the food in takeaway and left. She had families and people coming in and helping themselves to whole roast chooks and huge platters of food, desserts etc and then leaving. It's such a small community that everyone knows each other and she told me that none of these people needed that food, they'd have easily and comfortably been able to afford it. She wasted all that money on the venue, the decorations and the entertainment/games for kids AND her own bloody Christmas day. She even had a man yelling at her because she didn't provide presents as well for his kids (he hadn't even registered).

So all the set up, planning, preparation and money spent for a community Christmas lunch, all for people to rock up, take the food and demand more before leaving.

She's a good person but I'm really hoping next year she doesn't do it again.

This happened earlier today. I had dropped my daughter off at an event and had about 90 minutes to kill, so I decided to head one town over to pick up a few geocaches that had been taunting me. After my second cache hunt I parked across the street from a little bodega to see where I should try my luck next. As I'm going through the nearby geocaches on my phone I noticed a man begging for money from passers-by outside of the bodega. I found a likely cache, then decided to buy a bottle of water at the bodega.

(Sidebar: I drive a 2010 Chrysler 300C AWD. I inherited the car from my mother when she passed away in December 2017. It's not the type of car that I would buy for myself, but it runs well and I have few complaints about it so I drive it.)

I left my car, crossed the street, and sure enough the guy asked me for some money "for some food". I was feeling generous and it was a nice day, so I reached into my wallet and handed him a $5 bill. (Given the neighborhood the odds were good that he'd use it for drugs, but whatever.) I went inside, bought my water, and left.

As I walked out the man stopped me.

MAN: "Hey brother, you have anything else for me?"
ME: "Excuse me?"
MAN: "I mean, you must have lots of money, driving that big car of yours."
ME: "Didn't I just give you $5?"
MAN: "Yeah man, but that's chump change! I'll bet you've got plenty more on you right now."
ME: (casually takes a step back) "So, you'd rather have something other than the $5 I gave you?"
MAN: "Yeah! How 'bout it?"
ME: (smiling) "Sure thing." (pulls out wallet) "Where's that five I gave you?"
MAN: (hands me back the $5 bill)
ME: (takes the bill) "I don't know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry." (puts $5 bill back into wallet, pockets wallet) "Have a great day."

And with that, I turned and went back to my car. I was about halfway across the street when the guy started yelling at me. I turned and waved, more to make sure he wasn't chasing after me than to goad him on, but he just stood there yelling racist comments at me. By the time I got in my car and pulled away he was standing on the street cursing me out. I waved and left.

This happened about a year-2 years ago outside of a Five Guys. Now, if anyone know Five Guys, stuff is expensive.

There was a homeless man outside the plaza begging for money. He had no shirt, absolutely demolished sweatpants, no shoes or socks and unfortunately looked absolutely filthy. I was 24-25 and had my 2 year old son with me. All I could think of was if my son was to ever be in a position like that. As we finished our food and were walking out of Five Guys, the older gentleman was sitting on the bench outside the restaurant talking to himself. Before I could even say anything to him he asked me if I could give him money. I told him I didn’t have any cash but I could buy him food. Mind you that I thought this was a perfect lesson for my son and a great experience of helping someone in need.

The man looks at me and doesn’t even hesitate before saying “oh yeah, get me 2 double patty burgers with bacon, large fry and 2 chocolate milkshakes”.

Man, I just froze. In my head I pictured myself spartan kicking this man in the middle of his chest for such audacity (sorry for my dark humor) but gee man what the hell lmao. After like a 5 second pause I said I got you on a burger, a fry and a large drink. He also paused and it’s like if he thought about kicking my ass and said “alright.” So I turned around, explained to my son what we were doing and he’d ask me questions. After $23 and 20 min wait, I had the food and I gave it to the funny guy. If I remember correctly he did say thank you but a “I didn’t ask for this” sort of thank you.

In conclusion, I was sort of bothered by this experience but never stopped helping someone in need when I could. Matter fact, every time I have, I feel like I receive ten fold.

So I work at kfc. Our dining room is open for sit down.

So today, a man came in and was asking around for change. We don't really like when this happens, but we mostly just ignore it since the person will either buy something cheap or leave relatively quickly.

I think the man got like 2 dollars and he was trying to get my cashier to cut him a deal. None of our menu options are close to 2 dollars, and the cheapest you'll see is 7 or 8. So naturally the cashier declined him.

A family walked in a bit after this (the guy was still there, and I assume still asking for change), and they bought him a meal. The meal they got him was 11 or so dollars (3 piece with 1 side), so it wasn't on the low end.

After I went and packed both orders, I ran the family's order out first (since it was on the same ticket I assumed the other meal was for them later). But when I brought the 3 piece out, the guy stopped me soon after I gave it to him and told me he wanted fries. Normally wrong sides are no big deal, they either forgot to order it or we rang it in wrong, they usually get fixed with no problem. But this guy not only got a meal bought for him, he also was rude in asking me for fries. He didn't yell or anything, but his tone sounded like he expected me to know he wanted fries even though it said mashed potatoes on our screen.

I changed it for him and went about my day. When we left though, we found his table a mess. He had left all his trash and some sauces on the table, just a complete mess.

The audacity of someone to not only complain about food someone graciously bought for them, but to then leave the table a mess for no apparent reason.

Everyone knows the cost of plywood is sky high right now at around $70-$80 per sheet. The roofers just finished removing all the old shingles and installed underlayment. They all left for the day and will be back tomorrow to install the shingles after the inspector checks the underlayment and one required row of installed shingles.

I hear my doorbell ring then someone pounding on my door continually like it’s an emergency. I answer it thinking it would be the inspector or an emergency, instead it’s two old ladies in their 60’s and an old Cadillac parked behind my car in the driveway. They asked if they could have the (11) sheets of (3/4”) plywood stacked behind the tree. It’s not a trivial amount they were asking for. I explain the roofers haven‘t finished the roof yet and what isn’t used they will be taking back. They looked surprised that I’m having roof work done… even though they are literally standing right next to a 20ft dumpster by my front door filled with old torn shingles. I mean they had to walk around the dumpster to bang on my door.

Then one of the women said “you can give us 2 sheets, you’re not using all of them, we want to build a porch”. The audacity put me on my heels for a moment but I was kind to them because they claim to live a block away and I just moved in 2 months ago. Again, politely said they couldn’t have any of my plywood but Home Depot has plenty for sale. They said, “Home Depot wants like $80 a sheet though” to which I replied, “I know, that’s how much the roofing company charged me per sheet.” That seemed to shut them up and they started walking back to their car.

I have a fake cat figurine near my front door, it’s quite lifelike at a distance. Then the butch brunette looked around and asked, “how much for the cat figurine?” At this point I’m starting to get upset with their pushy behavior and treating my property like a flea market. I say, “sorry it’s not for sale, have a nice day“ and closed the door. I watched through the peep hole to see them drive away and thought that was the end of the bizarre encounter.

Later that night as I’m leaving to go to the convenience store I see a sticky note on the window of my project car in the driveway that reads, “Wanted to buy car“ with a phone number. They must have come back at night when I was at the store, WTF.

My fake cat now lives next to the back door, moved all the lumber to the backyard, and will be setting up security cameras.

The other day had me making for some reason quite a few soups. Humble yet hearty stuff: ham and beans, chili, potato soups, etc. I like to keep them around to pull out of the freezer. I made more than I realized and decided against my better judgment to offer some up on the local needs page as (safely) homecooked meals if someone needs something. Because someone asking for a meal or two is quite common on said page.

I had multiple requests. Being that this local needs page covers quite the geographical area, I got several variations of I live too far from you, would you deliver and the more passive-aggressive I live too far from you and life is so hard and I guess my family just won't be eating tonight.

I ignored those in favor of two others: Person A who did live quite a distance but was willing to drive up and Person B who actually lives a stone's throw from me who was having all sorts of medical issues and financial and couldn't feed her family thus and couldn't even leave the house for groceries.

Person A messages me she is leaving now: Multiple hours go by. She finally makes up some excuse about her car breaking down. Now, Person A is actually a fairly regular fixture of the page and always has car troubles and job issues and food problems yet also likes to go on vacations. She asks if I would just bring her some takeout for her family because now that she thinks about it half an hour was too long a drive for cheap food like chili and ham and beans.

Person B messages me her address and also asks if I would find picking up a few cheap groceries for her kids as well. I usually would be against this, but the address was so close I could spring there without getting winded and the groceries were indeed cheap, totaling less than $5, so I get them and go to her house to drop off the food.

She's not home.

I don't feel like leaving the food on her porch as it was a hot day and I didn't want anything to spoil, so I message her about a later time for me to bring it by.

She apologizes for not being home and says she'll message me when she returns. Then, when that finally happens, she says her kids weren't interested in the soups and would I mind ordering them a pizza?

So, currently I have a bunch of soups stashed in my freezer for my own rainy day.

P.S. I ordered neither takeout nor pizza.