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Imagine getting a wrong-number phone call from a company that wants to do work on your house. If you kept getting lots of these phone calls, how would you get them to stop?

In this story, one man is in this situation, and he tries to talk the wrong-number callers into not calling him anymore, but when they won’t listen, he decides to mess with them.

Keep reading to see how the story plays out.

Contractors wouldn’t stop calling my phone asking for someone else at a different address than me

For the past year or so, since I switched to Verizon and got a new number I’ve been getting calls from contractors asking to talk to John and they say his last name.

I say that’s not me you have the wrong number.

They ask me if I live at his address and would I like to get some work done on my property.

I tell them I don’t live there and don’t own any property.

He really gets a lot of these calls.

They call almost every day of the week and sometimes even on the weekend.

I must have told them 100 times to put me on the do not call list but as soon as I say that they just hang up the phone.

Sometimes they say sure.

A few times the caller has been rude and said things like no matter what I do they will keep calling and that getting unwanted calls is just something that comes with having a phone.

OP decided to start humoring the contractors.

Well this week I started doing something different.

When they call and ask me if I am John I say “yep that’s me” and when they ask if I want some work done I answer “I sure do”… then they ask what I’m interested in having done so I told them “solar”.

They asked me what would be a good time to come out and I told them around 5 would be good (that’s when the traffic is worst) and they asked if my wife would be there and I told them she sure would.

The contractors don’t realize he’s messing with them.

5 o’clock rolls around and I get a call from the contractor who says he has been there for 10 minutes and no one is home.

I told him I had to go to the store real quick but I’ll be back in 10 minutes and he says okay.

Never heard back from him.

But the calls didn’t stop.

The next day comes and no one calls so I’m thinking hey that worked well… but then the next day here they go calling my phone again.

So this time I told them I wanted the bathrooms done, both of them.

They asked when is a good time to come by and I told them 5:00 is good.

They asked me to confirm the address, which I already had from the previous times they called so I tell them what they want to hear and they tell me great they will see me later.

Let’s see how this situation plays out.

A couple hours go by and they call to confirm the appointment and that my wife will be there and I said she sure will.

They asked me what exactly I wanted done and I told them I was open to suggestions.

Then they asked when I wanted to get started and I told them pretty soon.

5 o’clock comes and my phone rings and some guy tells me he is the general manager. He asks when the owners will be home.

OP keeps the lies coming.

And I tell him I’m home now.

He says but I have you at a different address.

And I tell him yea that’s cuz I have two homes.

He starts reading off the other address and I said yep that’s me.

This guy is suspicious.

Then he says “so you don’t know who Sandra Hayder is?”

And I’m like nope.

Then he says “are you sure you didn’t get too many calls from us and maybe didn’t really want an estimate?”

I told him that’s exactly what happened and I told them over 50 times I’m not John and that’s not my address and I don’t have any property to work on.

Maybe the revenge was actually effective.

Then I hear what sounds like music to my ears he says “well that’s why I got you in my office on my desk because I’m going to make sure we take you off the call list”

And I tell him that’s great because I asked them to do that plenty of times.

Well we shall see what tomorrow brings. I’ll send them to my other much bigger house that needs more work if they call again.

It’s great if that actually worked, but will it? Only time will tell.

Let’s see how Reddit responded.

This person shares a story about wasting a caller’s time.

Another person shares a story about messing with a caller.

This person also had to deal with a lot of sales calls.

Everyone loved OP’s revenge.

Timing the appointments for rush hour was the icing on the cake.

Sales calls really can be annoying, but I just let them go to voicemail. If your number isn’t saved in my phone, chances are, I’m not going to answer it.

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HOAs can have lots of really stupid rules, and it’s not even good enough if the homeowners follow all of the rules. Their guests need to follow the rules too.

In this story, one teenage boy was visiting his friend when he realized he was accidentally responsible for his friend’s mom getting fined by the HOA. The fine was really ridiculous, and he had an idea about how to get revenge on the HOA and get the fines to go away.

Keep reading for all the details. It’s really pretty funny!

Screw your HOA and its ridiculous rules!

Back in high school, I was all about my car.

Don’t get me wrong it was a rolling POS, but it was my car.

It had a trade-in value of maybe $5, but it was my car.

I was learning how to take care of it, by which I mean I found where the dip stick was and how to pull it. (I hadn’t yet moved on to tire inflation. One step at a time!)

OP accidentally violated an HOA rule.

One day after school I drove over to my friend’s place. We jump out, pop the hood, pull the dip stick, check the oil and it was fine so put the hood back down.

I had no idea what an HOA was nor what it meant, I was just a happy ignorant teenager eager to demonstrate how responsible I was with my wheels.

A few days go by and we’re hanging out at my friend’s place when his mom comes home. She starts giving us the business in that “I’m annoyed but trying not to be” voice about a warning she received from the HOA regarding repairing cars in your driveway, complete with a photo of my POS with the hood up.

Really she was being pretty good, though clearly annoyed.

OP’s mom seems to realize the HOA is the actual problem.

We explain that we weren’t repairing anything, that I was just checking the oil level, and didn’t even need any tools. (Picture just had the hood up.)

She softened quite a bit, and the focus of her annoyance shifted from us to the HOA since it’s entirely reasonable for anyone to check the level of oil in a car.

She finds her copy of the HOA rules and we all read them together. Sure enough there’s a bylaw that says you can’t repair a car in the driveway.

I protest that I wasn’t repairing anything, I was just checking the oil!

OP had an idea.

Reading the exact rules on exactly what was forbidden sparked an idea.

I look at my friend, raise an eyebrow, and say “Fight the power?”

“FIGHT THE POWER!”

I propose my plan to his mom and ask for permission since she’s going to have to deal with the fallout.

She’s in!

She’s on board since she thinks this is supremely stupid, and we set in motion. Cue the MC!

Every day after school my friend and I drove our POS machines to his place, parked in their driveway, raised the hoods, and just looked at the engines. No tools, we weren’t even near them.

We didn’t check the oil, we didn’t so much as touch them nor wipe them down with a rag. All we did was expose them to the birds, the sky, and God above to just let them breathe.

They were really bored.

After a while I got bored so I started setting up an easel and drawing my engine ten minutes at a time.

My friend had to one-up me, so decided he needed some tasteful artistic photos with his engine.

He judged the best photos would be him laying over the engine shirtless, stroking and fake kissing it.

Just absurd over-the-top moronic high schooler stuff.

They waited for the HOA to complain.

Predictably the HOA was on us like stink on garbage.

The warnings quickly turned into fines, complete with pictures of both vehicles with their hoods up. Then more pictures with mine with its hood up and an easel in front. Then even more pictures with my friend’s with its hood up, him laying in the engine compartment and me taking pictures of him with a camera.

Soon enough his mom let us know it was time for the monthly HOA meeting.

Of course all three of us had to go in person to protest the fines!

They came prepared.

So the motley pair of us show up along with his mom, and his mom’s stack of fine notices.

I bring along my engine drawing, and we printed some of my friend’s boudoir engine photos larger than normal.

After a while it was new business time, and my friend’s mom steps up.

I’m pretty sure they expected her to play the “my son and his friend are morons, please make these fines go away since I didn’t know what they were doing” sympathy card.

That’s not what she did at all.

Nope, not a chance!

She politely but firmly attested that she was being sent fines for something that wasn’t in the bylaws, and asked the board to stop.

One of the board members spoke up saying that working on cars was against the bylaws, and clearly that’s what was going on since both hoods were up.

Oh you should have seen their faces when she corrected them that the bylaw said no repairs were allowed, that there were no repairs going on in any of the pictures since no tools were visible, and that we were just doing art projects for school.

Picturing this scene made me laugh!

Even longer faces were seen when she showed my (truthfully completely terrible) drawing of my engine, along with the date-stamped-a-couple-weeks-ago pictures (this was back when film cameras stamped a date directly on the picture!) of my friend trying to seduce his engine.

The HOA president called for a five minute recess, during which the board huddled in a corner of the room.

After the recess, the President succinctly said “M’am, we are going to dismiss all your fines. Have a nice evening.”

Success!

We damn near danced out of that meeting!

Being the obnoxious jerks that my friend and I were, we had to do the drawing/photo routine a few more times just to make sure they weren’t going to start sending more fines.

They wisely didn’t, and being victorious we soon found other ways to annoy them.

Wow! That’s funny! OP’s mom was a good sport to go along with it.

Let’s see how Reddit responded.

This is funny, but I’m guessing the HOA probably has another rule about not parking in the yard.

The friend’s mom really was awesome.

This person shares their experience with an HOA.

The HOA’s rule really is stupid.

The best part of this story is how the mom handled it. She didn’t get mad at the teens. She listened to their explanation and their ideas. Their idea was a little absurd too, so she’s pretty great for going along with it.

Scratch that.

Actually, the best part of this story is that the teens’ plan worked.

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Have you ever noticed a problem with something, but when you take it to someone who could fix it, they can’t find the problem and can’t recreate it? It can be so frustrating!

In this story, one man is in this situation when it comes to his new car. It makes a whistling sound on the freeway, but the car dealership where he bought it claims they don’t hear the sound.

Eventually, the man got so annoyed with being told they didn’t hear the sound that he got revenge.

My dads whistling Cadillac

My dad bought a brand new Cadillac in the late sixties, early seventies.

It had wind noise/whistling at freeway speeds with the windows up and the HVAC off.

He had it at the dealership three times with the techs saying they heard nothing.

The warranty was almost up and my dad went back again.

His dad was really frustrated with being told they didn’t hear anything.

Finally they have a tech drive while he rode shotgun.

The tech lit up a cigarette, turned on the radio, drove on the freeway and told my dad he heard nothing.

My dad suggested that he drives and to see if they hear it then.

Once the tech pulled over on the break down lane of the freeway, got out and closed the door, my dad hit the door locks, slid across the bench seat and took off with that jerk on the side of the road about 3 miles away from the dealership.

This is crazy!

A few months later he takes the car back to the same dealership and drops it off for an oil change.

The dealership calls him up and says they noticed a whistling noise and they can fix it for $300.00.

My dad says it’s been there for that same issue a few times already and the mechanics at the shop couldn’t find it.

They knew who he was.

The service writer says “oh, you’re the guy who left our guy on the side of the road. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you”.

When he picked up the car, they asked for his side of the story and he told them.

I have a feeling they had a talk with that guy.

At least someone finally found the problem and was able to fix it.

Let’s see how Reddit responded.

This person’s dad would’ve done the same thing.

Here’s another story about a dad at a car dealership.

I’m sure this is true.

I hope they take these surveys seriously.

The best part of this story is that they finally admitted to hearing the whistling and were able to fix it. After all that time! Finally!

I wonder how the guy at the car dealership made it back, though. Did he have to walk, or was he able to hitchhike or find a phone somewhere? This was the 60s or 70s, so there weren’t cell phones.

Don’t mess with a frustrated dad!

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There’s no point having empty registers if everyone has to wait in the same line.

In the following story, we’ll meet a woman who got tired of doing exactly that during her Sunday grocery trips.

During the COVID pandemic, she’d gotten used to self-checkout, but when the store introduced a 25-item limit, she had to use the only open register even though no one was at self-checkout.

After that added half an hour to her trip, she asked for another cashier the following week. But when that got her nowhere, she asked the cashier to scan slowly enough for her to pack at her own pace.

Luckily, the people behind her understood what she was doing, and the next customer joined in as the line continued to grow.

Read on to see what happened on her next visit.

Use the cashier, not self checkout.

I shop at 7 a.m. on Sunday for groceries. I have for years. Very few people are in the grocery store.

When COVID hit, my local grocery store decided to close all the cashier lines first thing in the morning and force its customers to use self-checkout. I was miffed, but I conformed and found, to my delight, that I could bag my own groceries in an organized manner.

It cut down on my grocery bill, as I started to buy fewer items, and it was faster because I didn’t have to sort through the groceries to pack them as the cashier would overload my packing area. Win, win, win.

When COVID ended, they changed the rules.

Then COVID came to an end, and they opened up one cashier line in the morning. I continued to go to self-checkout. In and out by 7:30ish.

About a year after, 2022ish, signs went up: 25 items or less. I still went to self-checkout.

I had about 35 items (my usual amount). I was directed to the single cashier who had a lineup, and no one was in self-checkout.

I looked at the cashier who was monitoring the self-checkout and said, “Really? There’s no one here, and I don’t have a ton of groceries.”

Thanks to their changes, she was in the store thirty minutes longer than usual.

She apologized and said it was store policy. I asked them to put on another cashier. There wasn’t anyone due on shift for an hour, and I would have to use the cashier.

I went to the line. I was there till after 8. 30 minutes longer than normal. I was really peeved.

The following week, I shopped and was directed to the cashier. I once again asked for another cashier to be put on. I was denied. Fine by me.

When I got up to the cashier, there were 5 people behind me with loaded carts. I turned to the people behind me and said, “I apologize for what I am about to do, and I suggest you do the same. They need more cashiers in the morning.”

At least she apologized in advance.

I turned to the cashier and apologized to her. “I apologize, but I have instructions for you. Please do not overload the belt. When I nod to you, you may continue scanning. If I ask you to stop, please do and wait until I ask you to resume.” I was sooooo slowwwww.

I was actually expecting blowback, but the cashier did as I asked, smiling all the way. The customers behind were patient as all get-out. Took 10 minutes to pack about 35 items. There were now 15 people waiting. The word had passed down the line. Smirking everywhere.

The guy in the line behind me asked the cashier for the same instructions. By the time I reached the front doors, I saw the manager hustling out.

The following week, I went to shop. 3 cashiers on and a sign that said 35 items or less at the self-checkout.

Oh my! Luckily everyone seemed to be very patient that day.

Let’s see what the people over at Reddit think  about what happened.

What a novel idea!

Here’s someone who would’ve ignored the instructions.

According to this reader, the story is made up.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about an employee who isn’t happy with the company’s new time tracking rules, so decides to find a way around them.

Yet another person who questions if the story is real or not.

She made everyone else’s wait longer because she didn’t like waiting.

Of course, the store could’ve used another cashier, but that wasn’t the cashier’s fault or anyone else’s in line.

And while the people behind her went along with it, deliberately holding them up was still a ridiculous way to make her point.

She should’ve taken the staffing complaint to management instead of turning checkout into a protest. Geez.

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Moving into a shared house for university can be an adventure, but getting along with your new flatmates is usually part of the deal.

But what happens when something completely out of the ordinary, even for a mental institution, happens?

While one of the flatmates seems relatively normal during the day, her nighttime behavior has included moving furniture in the early hours, violently slamming doors, and even screaming and wailing alone in her bedroom for hours.

Now, the other roommates are growing increasingly uncomfortable, and their landlord doesn’t seem particularly interested in intervening.

What would you do?

Read the full story below.

New flatmate is out of a horror movie

I just got two weeks ago my first rental room for uni, and i share a house with three other girls, all in our twenties.

This one girl, we’ll call her Cee, acts absolutely insane after sunset especially, and completely normal during the day, aside from being really avoidant of communication with us.

It all started when i just arrived, and after my first night in the house she complained with me about talking with my friends and singing late at night.

The fact is, i was sound asleep from 9pm.

But this is only one weird thing, right? WRONG.

Things got way worse, and more serious.

After a couple of days, Cee started to move furniture at 2 am, and violently slamming every door so much that the walls trembled.

The first time this happened, i was alone with her so i got up to kindly ask her to stop.

She looked at me for three seconds, and then slammed the door on my face. I got a glimpse of her room, and it is basically a dark dumpster.

Last night, it got from weird, to rude, to really creepy.

It really is like a horror movie.

At around 11pm, Cee started to loudly (EXTREMELY loudly) scream in her room.

She was speaking a language i don’t know, so i didn’t get what she was screaming about, but she kept going on non stop for two hours straight.

No one was in her room but her, and the monologue was so intense i don’t think someone could’ve replied to her if she was on the phone.

Then, she started to loudly cry, absolutely wailing.

Literally nightmare fuel.

For some nerd similarity, she sounded exactly like those wailing zombies in the videogame The Last of Us, alternating this loud lament with sudden screaming.

After she was done, she put on some audio of really weird noises, like cars being crashed mixed with random animal noises.

The other girls and I were terrified, texting about what to do but ultimately being too scared to confront Cee.

But then things also got weird.

This morning, the neighbours stopped me outside to complain, and then told me that after the first complaint about the singing, Cee was constantly giving false accusations about them making noise to the landlord.

Furthermore, they told me they can’t open the windows since she smokes weed at every hour on their shared terrace.

We’re absolutely terrified to confront her, and the landlord keeps making excuses to delay an intervention.

If anyone has advice or explanations of the behaviour, it would be much appreciated, but this is basically just a vent post.

Maybe she’s turning into a werewolf? Just kidding. Yeah, someone needs to help her. But what did Reddit think?

Yikes.

Certainly.

Something to consider.

I agree.

Another good idea.

She needs to act on it before someone gets hurt, as much as everyone likes to act like nothing is their personal problem nowadays. Better safe than sorry.

This is very seriously concerning and scary.

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It’s the battle of the moms…

And it’s about to get ugly, folks!

Because when you start comparing mothers with your spouse, things are bound to go down the tubes in a hurry.

No doubt about that!

Check out what this woman had to say about the dispute she’s currently having with her husband.

AITA for preferring my own mom to my mother-in-law?

“My (35F) husband (42M) and I are first time parents to a 4 month old baby and he works long hours so I’m with the baby alone most of the time.

I had a traumatic birth and emergency C-Section so I had my mom staying with me the first few weeks postpartum as I healed.

My MIL was coming 2-3 times a week to visit the baby as well during that time. I don’t mind my MIL, she’s nice enough but we’re not exactly close. We have a very formal, polite relationship. I went from seeing her once every 6-8 weeks before baby to now a couple of times a week so it’s been a big jump in visits already.

She’s not too thrilled about these visits…

While I don’t dread them, it still feels like an item to “check off” on my list. My husband felt it wasn’t fair that I was relying on my mom so much but I struggled to see his point of view as it seems natural to prefer your own mom and it’s not like I was excluding his mom. I doubt his first call in an emergency would be to my mom over his.

Fast forward to now, I’m about to have minor surgery to my eye that I’m a bit scared about. I’m getting my mom to take me and to come back to our house for the next couple of days to stay with me while I heal.

Jeez…

I’ve made sure we’re seeing my MIL two nights in a row before my surgery so it’s “even” but my husband is still complaining that I’m favoring my own mom by wanting her by my side and for her staying over.

I don’t see the problem, but his insistence on everything being “fair” (fair to WHO, by the way?) are wearing me down and making me want to include my MIL less. I don’t feel like I should need to sacrifice my own comfort here.

It’s not like my MIL made much of an effort to get to know me pre-baby, she only started coming over (literally for the first time to our house) once the baby was born, so I think it’s fair to assume she isn’t coming to see me.

Hence why I want my mom to take of ME after the procedure.

AITA?”

Reddit users shared their thoughts.

This person weighed in.

Another individual said she’s NTA.

This reader agreed.

Another Reddit user spoke up.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about two kids trying to earn money by mowing grass, and decide to solve their gas issue by stealing some of dad’s.

And this person weighed in.

Gee, I wonder how long this is gonna go on for.

But I bet it’s gonna get worse before it gets better…

Her husband sounds WAY off in this argument…

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It’s hard not to feel taken advantage of when a friend asks you to pay more than they’re paying themselves.

That’s where one renter found himself after his roommate raised his monthly payment from $700 to $850.

He’d trusted his friend enough to move in without a written agreement, but the increase made him question how they were splitting the rent.

After doing the math, he realized his friend had the master bedroom and garage storage while paying just $200 toward rent, plus utilities.

Then, he learned the whole house’s rent had only gone up by $200, leaving him wondering why he was covering most of the increase.

Read on to see what you think about their arrangement.

Roommate overcharging me for rent am I being unreasonably upset?

The house I currently live in, the rent is now $2,300. We are three roommates in total.

Recently, I experienced a $150 rent increase, which I thought was a large jump from $700.

Roommate 2 pays $1,250 per month but gets the garage for storage. Roommate 3, the one who is charging me, gets the master room and garage storage but pays utilities (mild coastal climate year-round). I get nothing but the room. I did the math. He is paying $200 plus utilities.

He knows the owner of the house, so he asked about the increase.

The roommate charging me had been a good friend of mine before I moved in 2 years ago, and we have maintained our friendship since. But recently, I suspected he was lying. We kept it as a verbal agreement. I’m not on a lease agreement.

Because the house is being rented from another one of my friends’ dads (who was giving us a reasonable deal, I felt, because he’s putting people he knows in the house), I was able to find out the rent increased on the whole house by $200, and I received a rent increase of $150.

Am I being unreasonably upset? My roommate has a good job, makes good money, is way better off than me, and is taking advantage of me, I feel like.

Yikes! That does seem really unfair for him.

Let’s check out what the folks over at Reddit feel about the whole thing.

This is how it would appear to the outside at least.

This person has a completely different opinion.

Yep. And it sounds like it’s already happening.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about a lifeguard who saves a child only to be confronted by parents angry about the paperwork.

According to this reader, he needs a lease.

Well, the good news is that he doesn’t have a lease tying him to this arrangement.

But before deciding to move, he should ask his friend to explain exactly how they’re splitting the rent and utilities.

No matter how you look at it, making him pay most of the increase is totally unfair.

And if his friend won’t agree to a better split, he’d be better off looking for another place than letting this ruin the friendship any further.

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I’m gonna say right off the bat that this family sounds like a BLAST.

Non-stop fun!

Okay, okay, I’m being mean…

But I will say that these folks sound like a real handful!

Take a look at what this young woman had to say about how a planned Sunday with family went down the tubes in a hurry.

Get started now!

AITA for telling my mom she should’ve told me?

“I (21F) already planned to go out last Sunday with my mom (54F) and my sister (24F).

The initial plan was we’ll go to church by 10:30, which is like 5 mins away from our house, so we just have to leave by 10:20.

Anyway, I told them I’m thinking of trying out new makeup routine so I might need one hour for that, and another hour for curling my hair so I need to wake up by 7:30 for extra other things as well.

Sunday came and my mom tried to wake me up, but I only got up around 8:30 thinking I’ll just do my usual routine so we wouldn’t be late.

I did some chores for my cats (fed them and cleaned their litter box) then I took a shower. I also washed my face and brushed my teeth in my parent’s bathroom so my mom saw me do all that.

I was thinking I’ll film a little TikTok video and decided to borrow my mom’s phone and comb since I can’t find mine and I asked her why she hasn’t started getting ready yet since it’s already 9:40. She takes a while too to prepare so we might be late.

Oh, really…?

Mom: Your sister said she was busy with work so since you didn’t wake up on time we decided not to go out anymore.

Me: The time I set was just for allowance and for a new routine but I could get ready on time and we won’t be late.

Mom: Well your sister didn’t prepare anymore because she also woke up late and we decided to cancel it altogether since she has work to do, it’s her hell week.

This wasn’t going well…

Me: Why aren’t we gonna go just because she can’t? I wanted to go out today because I wouldn’t be able to go out after this week since I’ll be busy with my thesis the whole month. And didn’t you see me getting ready? Why would you decide with my sister without thinking of letting me know about it?

Then I stormed off.

I chatted on our family group chat about how I was annoyed because both of them cancelled the plans and nobody thought to update me about it.

I wasn’t even mad that it was canceled. I was mad because I was excited getting ready while also rushing as well, and if i didn’t think of borrowing the comb, I would’ve gotten ready all by myself thinking we’re all still going, because nobody told me about the change of plans!

I said i was mad about the principle of it, not because it was cancelled.

Her mom wasn’t holding back.

But my mom keeps saying stuff about how if i didn’t want the plan to be canceled I should’ve woken up on time. But I kept explaining to her that it’s not even about that, it’s about just talking to my sister about it and they didn’t even tell me.

I sent her a message explaining my side, and how both my brother (23M) and sister see my point and understands where I’m coming from, so I tried explaining to her my side.

Now she’s not talking to me. And she’s currently acting how she usually acts when I’ve been disrespectful to her like taking off all my clothes in the laundry and doing the entire family’s but mine.

I genuinely don’t get why she’s being like this because it wasn’t even that big of a deal anyway and I didn’t even scream at her or anything I just explained my side.”

Reddit users shared their thoughts.

This reader had a lot to say.

Another person said they all SUCK.

This Reddit user weighed in.

And another person didn’t hold back.

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That’s a thought.

Yikes…

There’s a lot going on here, huh?

Everyone in this family sounds kind of unbearable…

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Group gifts only work when everyone agrees on who gets thanked.

An aunt wanted to help her nephew reach his used-guitar goal, so she put in $150 toward a shared card while her sister added $50. At the party, the card said only “Love, Mom,” and the aunt assumed her name had simply been left off by mistake.

She had no idea her sister had told the boy she’d saved the whole $200 on her own. So when her nephew shyly asked whether her present was still coming, she told him the truth: her money was in the card.

Her sister later accused her of ruining the moment, and their mom agreed she should have handled it differently. Yet the aunt was the one who’d been left out of a lie she never knew existed.

Now she’s torn between guilt and principle.

Keep reading for the full story.

AITA for telling my nephew about his birthday money?

My nephew turned 16 last week. He’s saving for a used guitar and asked everyone for money instead of presents.

My sister suggested we put ours together so he could open one card. I sent her $150, and she said she was adding $50.

So when the day came, there was a bit of a mix-up.

At his birthday dinner, he opened a card that said “Love, Mom” with $200 inside. I assumed she’d just forgotten to write my name.

Then he came over and quietly asked if my present was coming in the mail. He wasn’t being rude. Last year, I ordered him something that arrived late.

She decided to let her nephew know of her plans.

I said, “No, I put $150 in the card your mom gave you.”

He said oh, thanked me, and went back to opening his other cards.

That was the entire conversation. I didn’t announce it across the table or ask him to say anything to her.

That’s when her sister came completely undone.

My sister called me afterward and asked why I couldn’t let her have one nice thing. She’s had an expensive month because her car needed repairs.

Apparently, she’d told him she’d managed to put aside the whole $200 herself.

Of course, her sister hadn’t bothered to tell her this, so she was completely in the dark.

I knew about the car, but I had no idea she’d told him that until she called, so I had no reason to check with her before answering him.

She said I could have told him I was taking him out for lunch instead. I probably will take him out, but I wasn’t planning on pretending the money wasn’t from me.

Now the rest of the family decides to chime in too.

Our mom thinks I should have handled it differently, because now my nephew knows his mom didn’t put in as much as she said she did.

AITA?

People really need to learn how to communicate better.

What did Reddit have to say?

Her sister was in the wrong here. Plain and simple.

This commenter can’t believe she would do something like this.

The dishonesty is what bothers this commenter.

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It seems like her sister really stooped to a new low here.

This aunt answered a kid’s honest question with an honest answer, and she’s being treated like she somehow singlehandedly ruined the party.

Meanwhile the real villain was the sister took $150 of someone else’s generosity, signed a card with only her own name, and took 100% of the credit.

Money was tight, and the car repairs are real, but pride is a bad reason to betray your own family.

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Career opportunities can strain friendships when two people want the same promotion.

This assistant manager finally received the chance to lead her own store.

Her longtime friend wanted both locations.

Accepting the job felt like betrayal to her.

Let’s see how this one played out.

AITA for taking a promotion my friend wanted?

My friend has been the store manager of a retail company for 12 years.

I have been the assistant at the other location.

The store manager for my current location retired in the summer.

Which left me to take the promotion.

This woman affirmed to her boss that she’d accept his decision no matter what.

The store manager at the other location and I have been best friends for years.

I’ve known for a long time that she wanted to run both stores.

However, when the opportunity came about, I told my boss that I wanted him to do what was best for the business.

If that meant the other store manager running both of his locations, cool.

If that meant me running one and her running the other, also cool.

I was open to both, and I wanted him to be aware of that.

She got the promotion, but her friend accused her of backstabbing her.

Well, I got the promotion, and I accepted.

My friend told me I backstabbed her because I knew it was her goal to run both.

Truly, I had no intentions of it coming across that way.

I just wanted to be considered as well. Am I the jerk?

Let’s check out the comments of other people on this story.

This user shares their personal thoughts.

This person gives their honest assumption.

It’s not your fault, says this one.

This one advises moving away from her friend.

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Finally, short and simple.

This woman didn’t sabotage her friend and openly supported whichever choice was best for the business.

Her friend’s career goal didn’t give her automatic ownership of a promotion at another location.

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People get upset for the weirdest reasons, and sometimes they take it out on the wrong person.

What would you do if you bought a house from your landlord, but the neighbor wanted to buy it instead, so he started acting oddly toward you to the point where you felt unsafe?

That is what happened in this story, and he doesn’t know what he can do to protect himself. The neighbor seems to actually be a threat, but even after calling the police, nothing is changing.

Read through the full story and see what you think he should do.

Psychotic Neighbor

So, I have a major neighbor issue, and I’m unsure of which direction to take. It’s a loooooooong story.

Ok, things started off pretty well.

So, 2019 I moved to my current residence, rent was cheap, I had literally no where else to go. And for the time, it wasn’t a terrible spot.

I start working and doing what I can to move forward and make life better for myself. Landlord has a history in the area that isn’t all that bad but fits the description for most of the neighbors and residents. Heavy drug use, turned Christian / clean by either prescribed AA or profound life altering event.

Some people really hate that smell.

Later 2020, I meet the neighbor in question. I used marijuana a good bit at that point, other neighbors knew it. Didn’t really have to hide it, I smoked on the porch out of respect for the landlord not wanting anything smoked in the house.

The neighbor was asking around the neighborhood if anyone knew where to find weed, and they pointed in my direction. No big deal. Only I wasn’t dealing, just smoking him up on occasion.

They have something in common.

Those occasions began to increase. And I started to learn more about him. He has prior military service, was a police officer in California, and was not working at the time (big details).

I too, have 4 years under my belt of military service, though I was out for 4 years at that point, some middle ground.

Roll up to 2021, summer time. The landlord is going to sell the house. She held the door for me to buy it from her over her family. She understood the circumstances that brought me here to begin with, and felt that it would help me avoid reliving them again if I owned it.

It could be an honest mistake.

Come September, I had the money to purchase. And I did. Literally the day after the purchase was made final by the lawyers and the credit union, she came around to get the last of her belongings from the garage, to which I had no access to up until that point.

The neighbor calls the cops. I wasn’t awake when she came around and he felt compelled to call because he thought it was a home invasion. She’s 70.

I wake up, head outside, and tell him the cops aren’t needed and tell the operator that they’re not needed before they waste their time. He steams off back to his house. The landlord gets her stuff.

What a weird guy.

Same afternoon, he’s back, apologizing, very half convincing and displacing blame off himself. His reasoning “You bought the house, the stuff in the garage is yours now, even my family agrees, you should have told the landlord to go away and keep the stuff”.

I get mad, asked why it matters to keep anything I have mostly no use for. He admits that the landlord at one point in time said she would sell the house to him if it ever went up for sale, and it upset him that he wasn’t considered, and that the stuff in question could have been worth money (probably 100 bucks in all reality if I actually sold it, more on that later).

Kids make bad choices sometimes. It happens.

Already going to school with this dude. I was attending welding on the GI bill, he was going for machining. Carpooled most mornings. This is where I start picking up on more of his disturbing behaviors.

His daughter was busted smoking weed. No big deal, teenagers do that stuff, you tell them no, ground them, and keep them away from the source.

That is quite an elaborate plan.

She wasn’t admitting right away that she indeed used it. So, he came up with one of the most twisted ways to worm the information out of her. He had a thumb stick hard drive.

He told her a long convoluted story that he used bitcoin to go on the dark web, pay someone with it, to gather her information and every text she ever sent and put it on that thumb drive.

Because buying a urine test is too complicated for him. He was proud of his over the top bluff. Blatted about it for weeks. But the question raising in my conscience, what did he do to make her not trust telling him the truth?

Some people just love to show off.

Then begins the arms race. I get GI bill money, I made some purchases. One of them was a FN Herstral FN-15 military collectors edition rifle. It cost quite a bit of money. I got the expensive doodads to go with it that matched up to an almost verbatim copy of what I used while I was in the Marines.

Jealousy driver. He convinced his wife he needed an AR. She got him a budget brand AR pistol. Later got him another budget brand AR style, 7.62 x 39 rifle. The pistol started making itself present when it wasn’t called for at later times with other incidents when he was trying to convince me to sell him my house.

This is getting scary.

Which devolved to putting his name on my will so that he would get the house incase I died. I’m 30 at that point, he’s 40 something. He said it was because I “looked suicidal”. No idea how he came to that conclusion. I start getting the creeping suspicion that he’s setting himself up an alibi.

Then my car becomes non inspection compliant, frame and body rust. He insists he can fix it. Turned out he couldn’t. Drilling holes, using pop rivets and siding screws to put pieces of steel from a washing machine to cover the rot isn’t fixing anything. I know it.

He needs to mind his own business.

The mechanics saw the handy work. They knew it. He then says he wants to sell it for me, saying he can make $1000 dollars for it. “No dude, there’s screws coming up through the floor fabric, someone will get cut, and I’ll get sued, if the buyers hits a bump and all the shrapnel you added comes flying off into traffic, I’ll get extra sued.”

His response “nuh uh”. So the car sits, until I figure, scrap it. The scrapper comes by to haul it off, and he comes outside and starts yelling that I’m stupid for not letting him rip someone off with my name, because he wouldn’t buy the car and put it under his name and owe up to his own handy work.

Why would he ever let this guy work on his house?

The scrapper asks what his problem is, I have no answer, car hauled, not my problem.

He does some other overly jury rigged fixes around my house when he insisted he knew what he was doing. Over it at this point, paid professionals only.

This type of thing is very illegal.

His past begins to come to light.

As it turns out, he’s not supposed to have firearms any where near him, let alone his own house. Which is why his wife purchased his firearms for him. Huuuuge no-no in the state of PA.

Purchased firearms are to be registered to the person being back ground checked. 100% positive that himself or his wife have their address registered to his parents house 8 doors down the road, which is why it didn’t ping on the troopers radar as a reason to deny sale.

He has been trouble his whole life, it sounds like.

He’s not supposed to have them because in 2002, he wrote a disturbing essay in his senior year about his future. At that point, being 2002, history was still very much on paper.

He swore in and had his security background check done before the essay was written. So, the essay that put a major psychological mark against his record flew clean under the radar.

His service was mostly underwhelming, he was never promoted to a NCO rank because he in his own words “didn’t want the responsibility”.

He is just mooching off of everyone.

So, at the end of his first 4 years with the marines, he transferred to the army where he could be upgraded in pay to e-4, but not have the responsibility of a Marine Corporal. 2010 rolls around, he gets told along with everyone else, “get promoted, or get out”. So he gets out.

He was in California at time, so he decides he’s going to be a police officer. They were fast to hire with his military background. But would later discover his record beyond his service after he was already driving a cruiser. So they kick him off.

And he makes his way to his parents house. Now married with 2 daughters. His wife worked. He insisted on being a stay at home dad. But his parents were there, the house is already maintained. His own parents tell him to get a job, or get out.

Why hasn’t he cut this guy off completely?

The time line falls a little blurry afterward. He never got a job after the fact, but his wife made the money to purchase where he lives now.

Fast forward back to now. He’s still insisting I sell him the house for half the value I payed. I stupidly let him use the garage that he packed with so much of his stuff it’s hardly usable to myself.

Things just keep getting worse.

There are beavers in the swamp out back that he’s been trying kill, out of season, and is probably lying about contacting the game warden who supposedly gave him verbal permission to get rid of them.

He consistently calls me lazy and raises his voice and cuts me off when his family is around in some weird show of attempting to display dominance. He tells his family one thing, then me another, heavily relying on us not being on the same page.

He still doesn’t work himself. Myself and the neighbors noticed strange behavior out of his daughter for a while now.

Now he will never need to get a job.

He’s now getting disability from the VA, because I convinced him to go when we first met. Did not know that was only going to empower him to sit on his butt some more and continue to be a tyrant while his wife and daughters got jobs to keep the house going.

I could type specific incidents for a whole day and leave a book to read. I’ve had alot of other suspicious happenings that could be him manipulating the situation.

What would he want the state troopers to do?

The state troopers aren’t going to do anything unless the judge tells them to. I can’t afford a lawyer to get the judge to write off an investigation reason. I’m not moving because I literally cannot afford it and I’m not risking another long period of homelessness and gambling on someone else’s kindness to give me a break.

So what do I do? Where do I start? How do I get law enforcements attention without waiting for an emergency situation to happen to prime it?

He needs to take the situation very seriously.

Throwing his stuff out of my garage is only going to trigger him into getting his firearms out. He knows to look for a phone recording him when he’s up to his antics and gets him in a more aggressive tone.

I feel like his own family is being held hostage to his psychotic, manipulative behavior, and alot of the other neighbors accounts lean heavily towards that conclusion.

At the very least, he needs to put up cameras and start documenting every interaction. Having hard proof is always the right first step in these situations.

Let’s see what the people in the comments have to say about it.

He should have been reported long ago.

This seems like an obvious answer.

Security cameras are essential.

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He is in a very difficult place; that’s for sure.

This might be taking things too far.

You should be able to feel safe in your own home. This guy needs to take concrete steps to distance himself from the neighbor.

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When you go to work, you expect to do your job and come home to your loved ones, but sometimes you end up building a close relationship with certain customers.

That is what happened in this story when a young lady befriended an elderly customer who came through her checkout counter each week.

Sadly, her friend passed away, but she was touched to learn that she had instructed her family to let her know because she thought so highly of her.

This is a heartwarming story that everyone can relate to. Check it out for yourself.

My little friend Betty

I’ve worked in retail just shy of five years, pretty much straight out of University.

She clearly knows how to do this job very well.

It was one of those “I’ll get a job here and save my money until I can find something better,” but that never really worked out and I’m still there scanning groceries like my life depends on it.

In my store, we have a rule where we must ask if the customer needs a hand to pack their bags. Usually though, if there’s a couple together or a small family, I let them sort it themselves instead of holding up my line.

Or, if the customer is of the senior variety or juggling seven babies and half a toddler, sometimes I’ll just grab their bags and save them a job.

This woman sounds very sweet.

This was the case with a little old lady that I served every Saturday morning. For the sake of this story, we’ll call her Betty.

Betty would come to my checkout, I’d take her bags and we’d have a good chin-wag about her week. The lady and myself just seemed to connect, almost as if she was the grandma I never had.

For that brief ten minutes, my checkout lane became her living room where we sat on the couch sipping coffee. I even received a birthday card one time when she learned my birthday was that week.

How devastating.

Sadly, Betty was diagnosed with cancer about two years into me serving her. I was obviously upset, and made a point to give her a hug once I’d loaded her shopping into her kart.

Our chats became conversations on what her doctors had told her, her family and her bucket list. She loved her family dearly, and made of a point of telling them “I’ve fought it before and I’ll fight it again.” What a hero.

Heartbreaking.

Things changed when my shifts were altered and ended up with a Saturday off, something a normal humanoid probably wouldn’t complain about. I didn’t see much of my little friend anymore, and the times I did I was usually off a checkout running around being super busy since I’m now a service host as well as an operator.

Our weekly chats became unscheduled hugs and a speedy ‘I miss you but I’m super busy.’ This week, one of my supervisors sent me a message on my day off to tell me Betty’s family had came in store to see me and ask me to attend Betty’s funeral.

Betty thought very highly of her.

I was devastated to learn Betty had lost her fight and how the last time I saw her, I was just too busy to have a proper conversation like old times. I never knew that last hug would be the actual last hug.

I’m humbled that her family came and told me. After speaking to her daughter in person, I learned Betty had instructed them specifically to let me know she’d passed on and that she thought the world of me.

She just had to share her story.

I plan on attending the funeral to show my respects and give Betty the farewell she deserves. After all, I thought the world of Betty, too.

Every once in a while, we find customers that become beautiful friends. Here’s to Betty, my little friend.

Sometimes you are surprised to develop a real relationship with a customer, and they actually become a friend. Or even family.

Take a look at what the people in the comments had to say about this heartbreaking story.

It was very touching.

This commenter loves the story.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

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There is no reason to think Betty had a sad existence. But she was certainly a bright spot.

This commenter also has customers with whom he is close.

What a heartwarming story. She will never forget Betty.

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Moving home temporarily can make old parent-child boundaries return surprisingly fast.

This college student expected support while completing eight classes and protecting her mental health.

Instead, her parents track every movement.

Now she’s setting limits.

Read on for the full story.

AITA for refusing my parents’ curfew and 24/7 tracking while I’m just trying to study and maintain somewhat of a social life while away from college for a semester?

I (early 20s) moved back home temporarily after living 8 hours away at university for two years.

I’m still fully enrolled, currently taking eight college classes (online + at a community college).

I only came home because my mental health was declining, and I didn’t want to destroy my GPA.

This student isn’t lying to her parents about anything, but the parents still seem to have trust issues.

With that being said, I seek out quiet places outside of my residence to complete school work, and have continued to do so while I have come home.

And mind you, I genuinely go to the same 5 places.

I hang out with one friend, whom my family has known for a little over 10 years.

Still, my parents have become so confusingly obsessed with my location. They are tracking my location 24/7, and although they can see where I am, they still send me spam texts and calls, asking what I am doing, or why I am there for so long, or if I am with someone.

Here’s why the parents think she’s hiding something…

My phone battery is trash and Find My drains it, so when I’m in one spot for over an hour, I turn location off.

Sometimes it drops on its own because of bad service.

Every single time, I get accused of lying or “hiding something.”

Meanwhile I over communicate, I text where I am, when I leave, when I’ll be home, and if plans change. I don’t smoke, vape, do drugs, or drink unless socially, which I have not done at all for the 6 months I’ve been home.

The parents really don’t trust her.

I average around 1am, but have been coming back around 11:30-12:00am, if not earlier more often.

A few nights ago I got home around 1 a.m. from studying and walked into an “intervention.”

Because my location glitched, I was labeled dishonest and disrespectful.

We’ve had multiple boundary talks; it always resets to control.

The parents don’t even have a good argument.

While with my friend, they have called me and full on screamed at me, telling me all kinds of things like I’m reckless,or a “college drop out”… which is absolutely not the case.

I am still an enrolled student in my university. I am here for one semester. We’re in Week 8 of the semester and my grades are all in the high 90s.

And yet they keep patronizing me with, “You need to study.”

They think she’s seeing someone.

And when academics didn’t work to defend their point, they accused me of secretly seeing my friend’s coworker, a guy who picked me up once when the three of us hung out together.

My friend was literally in the car.

At that time, I had just left an abusive ex, which they knew about.

They said “You must have left your ex for this new guy.”

That didn’t go over well.

It completely invalidated the abuse I trusted them enough to tell them about.

Also.. I am 20. Personally, I do not think there should be that much involvement in my romantic life, unless my partner of choice puts me in genuine risk.

They say it’s all “for my safety,” but if I ever actually needed help, I wouldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t protect me, they’d keep me home indefinitely.

She set a boundary.

I told them I’ll share location only when I’m going somewhere new or far from home.

They hate that.

I’m done sharing 24/7.

AITA for refusing their curfew, and not keeping location on 24/7?

It sounds like it would’ve been better for this student’s mental health NOT to move back home for a semester.

Let’s see what Reddit suggests.

It’s not like she’s a rebel.

It would be better for her to live somewhere else.

They don’t realize they’re pushing her away.

Here’s a suggestion to enjoy college life.

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Here’s another good suggestion.

This student remains enrolled, earns excellent grades, and already gives her parents frequent updates.

Constant tracking, accusations, and screaming go beyond reasonable household rules and become controlling behavior.

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