Does anyone know why some people think the world should bend and cater to their every need? Newsflash: That's not the case, ever.
People on Reddit share the most entitled thing they've seen someone do. Content has been edited for clarity.
Standing Up For What’s Right
“I went to a state fair one time a few years ago and saw this young mom and her young son (looked to be around 4-6). He had a stuffed animal that looked pretty worn out, so you could tell that the son had it for a while now. Another mom and son walked up and were about to get on the same ride the first mom and son were getting on. The boy placed his stuffed animal on a bench so he could and grab something from one of the stands, and the other boy and took it. Both moms saw it, and the mother of the boy who the stuffed animal goes to try to take it back for her son.
The entitled mom yelled at her, saying stuff like ‘If he found it, he should keep it,’ and ‘Your son shouldn’t have been so careless.’
I’m disgusted at this point. The mom says to the entitled mother that her son had that stuffed animal his entire life, it belongs to him.
Entitled mom says ‘You can just get another from one of the stands, it’s not a big deal.’ The boy to who the stuffed animal belongs to saw the other boy misusing his stuffed animal (throwing it up in the air, letting it drop, etc) and started to burst out into tears. Not like an entitled child crying, but as if his heart was just completely broken, he wasn’t screaming crying, just a small sob. This was my breaking point.
While the entitled mom wasn’t looking, I told her child, ‘You should give this back.’ Then, I took the stuffed animal (not by force of course), and I dusted it off, then gave it back to its rightful owner. The entitled mom saw me give it back to him, and started screaming at me, saying I abused her child, and she would be pressing charges, I distracted her long enough for the other mom to realize this was her time to escape. After seeing that the family had gotten far enough away from sight, I just simply left my and the entitled mother’s conversation, while she was talking too.
I am the stuffed animal vigilante now.”
Courtney, That’s Not How Things Work
“Back when I was getting my Masters’s degree, my best friend and I decided to get coffee together as a break from the hectic schedule we had that week. There was another girl from our class who we were polite and friendly to, but not really friends with. Let’s call her ‘Courtney.’ She was pretty and expected people to do the work for her. She coasted through most of the year because this course had a lot of group assignments. It had become clear to almost everyone by the second day of the term she didn’t actually want to study and, instead, used to scope out places and insert herself into conversations where people used to talk about anything relating to money or wealth. It was weird, her eyes would practically light up when she heard someone used an expensive beauty brand, visited an expensive bar or if someone had a relatively famous last name or lineage.
Anyway, my best friend and I didn’t have much in common with her, but she insisted on joining us for coffee. We gave in and said okay and gave her the directions to meet us. Fast-forward to us sitting in the café, she entered one hour later, spotted us, and without even making eye contact or greeting the waiter, dropped her wet half-open umbrella on to/ near his hands.
We immediately directed her attention to what she had just done and the poor waiter, who was stunned, not knowing what to do.
She shrugged and said, ‘It’s fine.’
My friend and I were horrified, we emphatically said, ‘No, it’s not!’ before we profusely apologized to the waiter.
We didn’t stay much longer after that, but made sure to leave him a big tip.”
Hey Lynn, It’s Not All About You
“When I asked my friend, ‘Lynn’ to be my MOH, her very first concern was having a dress that separated her from the rest of the girls. Everyone was at different financial stages, so I didn’t want to pick one dress and have people struggling to pay for it. There were also many body types, I didn’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable about the dress. Usually, people know what you like and look good in, so the idea was they would all be able to pick their own dress that made them feel pretty. It also meant they could go whenever was convenient for them to look for said dress. I gave two color options and told everyone to get a dress in one of those two colors. Lynn did not like that, because someone else might have the same color dress as her. I gave her the choice of which color she wanted, and Lynn grudgingly chose one, so I gave her free rein of that color and told everyone else to go with the other.
I checked in with the group every week or so to see how things were progressing (they weren’t) and to occasionally send a picture of a dress I thought one of them might like. Lynn picked out a dress early on from suggestions I had sent, and I figured that was that. It was an Alfred Angelo dress, which is available in every bridal boutique in the country. It was perfect because Lynn lived two hours away and didn’t drive, so she could go to any bridal store in her town and order it, be properly fitted, and know that she was getting exactly what she wanted. A few months later, there was still no movement on the dresses from the bridesmaid front, and we were quickly approaching the cutoff of having to pay extra money for a rush order. So one Saturday, I gathered all the girls together to go and find dresses, Lynn included. We ended up at a stand-alone bridal store and I found a dress I thought was perfect, everyone agreed and was fine with the price. There were a few reasons I liked this dress.
Everyone liked it, Lynn absolutely love it, which I figured she would. All the girls got fitted and paid their deposits except Lynn. I figured it was a money thing so I offered to pay the deposit for her so she could get all of the initial stuff out of the way. It would be a trek for her to come back and do it later, but she said no, she was still undecided. Now that everyone else had ordered their dresses, she wasn’t as excited about it. She was still asserting she should have her own color, and I told her that was fine. Later, she told me again how she thought she should have her own different dress, again I said fine, but you need to make a decision soon because if not you’ll end up paying more. She went back home that night, and a few days later she called and said she was going with the Alfred Angelo after all (great!).
But, she said she would send me her measurements (no) that would be taken by her husband (NO!!!) and I would be responsible for ordering her dress before the cutoff because this was now my problem. I told her she would be much better off going to an actual store near her to be measured properly and order because her dress would arrive there, and she’d have ample time to be fitted and have any alterations done without having to go back and forth from there to here. She was so mad, so she decided, ‘Forget the Alfred Angelo, then I’ll get the other dress instead.’ She then made her husband drive her down here through rush hour traffic to be measured and pay her deposit before the cutoff. At that point, I didn’t even know what to say anymore. From that point forward, she complained to anyone who would listen I was forcing her to get this hideous dress she absolutely hated.
The wedding day came and we all looked fantastic, she and I managed to have fun even though she was still in a bit of a grump about being in the same dress and color as everyone else. Every time someone would compliment her ,she’d say thank you, then have something to say about how she wouldn’t have picked a dress like that if she’d had a choice.
A year passed and Lynn and her husband decided they were going to move back to town. My husband was over helping them move one day while I was at work and came across the dress in the moving truck. She rolled her eyes and tossed it aside, telling him how mad she still was at me for forcing her through all that stressful nonsense and making her buy that horrible, ugly dress.
I haven’t spoken to Lynn in over ten years, but I am positive that if I were to run into her, the first thing out of her mouth would be about that darn dress. I’m certain it’s still hanging in her closet so that whenever someone comes over and the subject of weddings comes up, she can take them to her closet and show them the life-altering injustice forced upon her by her former best friend.
It was a really awesome design, the bodice was a sweetheart neckline, tight horizontal pleats with a line of sparkly beads going down the center and either side of the torso. It looked like a black-tie event-inspired rib cage, with a very plain A-line skirt.
The fabric was dyeable, so again, it could be changed and used again.
With a few minor alterations, it could be turned into something that would be wearable to other occasions.”
“I had a friend who made good money in the corporate world. I’m a broke student, but I always made sure to save up and have spending money for local events when we would go out.
Her 30th birthday was coming up, and she wanted to go to Tomorrowland in Belgium for her birthday. As a treat, my boyfriend was going to pay for the trip, and so he saved up his money and worked extra shifts to have enough money for me to go.
When it came time to decide on accommodations, she was very adamant I stay in the same hotel as her and her cousin. Even though I would have to pay $100 more for a single room to be in the same hotel as her. She and her cousin each paid $100 less since they were splitting a room. I told her I would stay in a hostel, which would save me $200. Not only that, but the hostel location was more ideal for groceries and transportation. I knew she wouldn’t want to stay in a hostel, so I told her to go ahead and book her room with her cousin, and I’ll meet her at the event.
Well, she kept making a big deal about it. And trash-talking my decision to stay at the hostel. I told her it was unfair that I had to pay $100 more to stay in the same hotel as her.
She threw a huge fit about it, and her exact words were, ‘Yeah. That’s how Tomorrowland has it priced, I didn’t make the prices.’
I was in complete shock. After putting up with her tantrums on the accommodations and how getting a single room was better than a hostel for only ‘a couple more bucks,’ I bowed out of the trip.
I see why she didn’t have anyone willing to go with her now.”
Good Thing She Lives Fair Away
“I’m the only one of my siblings who live far away from our parents, which means I don’t see them too often. One time, my parents and I had made an arrangement for them to come and visit me in my new home. We planned on us spending the day exploring the city and countryside in my area. When they showed up, my borderline sister was with them. My sister and I are not friends. At all. I had not invited her, and no one had told me she was coming. She was like, ‘Surprise!!
At least my parents had the decency to look ashamed for having not told me. I know they pretty much didn’t have a choice, and none of them had the backbone to stand up to her. She probably heard they were going to travel across country to meet me and decided she was going to come with.
Everything I had planned for the day was canceled and it turned into my sister’s personal shopping spree while we all tagged along. When we got back to my apartment, I started making ready for tea and a cake I had bought, but suddenly my sister switched moods and wanted to go home. She practically snapped her fingers at my parents and demanded they take her home. They had only been here for two or three hours, and I had not even remotely gotten the chance to talk to either of my parents, whom I hadn’t seen in almost a year. They went from sitting at the table ready for tea and cake to standing at the door with their coats on and hugging me goodbye within five minutes, while my sister got progressively more and more impatient and angry. My parents looked so sad, and right after they left I burst into tears and cried the rest of the day. This is just one of many entitled things my sister has done over the years. My boyfriend likes and accepts and tolerates every person he meets, but he has been very open to me about how much he hates my sister and he cannot stand being in the same room with her.
She’s a very troubled person and she does have a lot of good aspects about her, but she’s so insufferable to be around. She’s not the reason I decided to move far away, but I see it as a bonus we don’t live close to each other.”
That Friendship Ended Quickly
“I went to undergrad at what was then the most expensive college in the country, although I received gift aid and scholarships that made it as cheap as a state school. Most of the students were from very wealthy families. I made friends with a few students who brought me into their friend group, so we would sit together in the cafeteria, for instance (virtually all students lived on campus and participated in the food plan, even the rich kids because there really weren’t any other convenient options). I noticed one member of the group was distinctly cool towards me and seemed condescending, but it was hard to tell if it was personal because that was pretty much her personality. One day, the other students got up and went to class, and I was left alone with her for the first time.
She immediately asked me one question: ‘What is your real name?’
Confused, I replied with my name, which she already knew: ‘Larry.’
Her: ‘Not Lawrence? Or Lorenzo?’
Me: ‘No, it’s really just Larry.’
She stood up and literally looked down her nose at me and said, ‘I can’t be friends with someone whose parents gave them a nickname instead of a real name,’ and turned and walked away.
She did not speak another word to me during the remaining years at college.”
The Pilot Handled That Well
“I’m an ex-flight attendant, and one day, we were flying non-stop from JFK to LAX (basically NY to CA) working for 1st class with my best friend/roommate. There was a very famous movie star in 1st class. Anyway, this was back in the day when we served very fancy meals, dessert, expensive drinks, the works. Because meal service was many courses, extra fancy, we each took a side of first class to work; so we were each responsible for 18 passengers. She’s working the left side and I’m working the right.
The first course was soup. She served it to a famous movie star, who promptly throws it at her! Literally picked up the bowl of hot soup and threw it at her! I run over and asked what the heck was going on, since I’m also the senior flight attendant and responsible for anything that happens in the cabin of the plane. My friend was hurt, I’m helping wipe the hot soup off her while trying to not yell at the movie star who has the audacity to say, ‘I don’t want that idiot serving me!’
Okay, now I’m seeing red and my friend/roommate, who has more class in her pinky finger than that bully of a movie star, walked away and heads into the galley/kitchen. Me? I was having none of it. I headed right into the cockpit, and told the captain what just went down, and bless that man. He made an announcement apologizing to the plane, saying we were going to make a stop at Chicago O’Hare to deal with a safety issue. Meal service stops, everyone was back to their seats, and we waited. We land, taxi up to the gate, and everyone was wondering what the heck was going on.
The pilot comes out of the cockpit, and asked me to open the overhead bin where her luggage was. I pointed to which one(s) is hers, and calmly takes it out of the bin, opened the plane door, and put her luggage outside on the walkway. All while she’s screaming and demanding to know what the heck he was doing. He walked back to her seat, unbuckled her seatbelt, and asked her to please stand up as he’s got her by the elbow.
She was being guided up and out, and when he got her out into the jetway, he said, ‘Your checked bags will meet you in CA but you now have been banned from flying this airline going forward for abusing a member of my flight crew.’
Then he closed the door on the airplane as the ground crew was leading her back into the concourse as she’s screaming! Entitled, prejudice, and the whole world still thinks she was one of the best actresses ever. Not in my book.”
No One One Needs That Type Of Friend
“I have a friend I’ve known since middle school (not that close anymore). She always liked it when our friends would basically spoil her. For example, one friend used to take her to the mall once a week and buy her whatever she wanted and on top of that, she would pay for dinner as well. Then at one point, I lived with her, working a ton of hours so I had the cash to burn. We would go out to eat, go see a movie, get snacks that I would pay for the majority of the time. She always claimed she was broke. That was how we based out friendship on.
At one point, I moved out, and couldn’t afford going out all the time. She came over to my apartment a total of two times. When I kept asking her why she didn’t want to come over, she finally told me ‘there is nothing to do, that it’s boring!’ (I was poor, so I didn’t have cable or internet). We basically stopped hanging out and she found a replacement friend who was willing to do the same thing I had done. She moved in with another friend of ours, and I can only imagine what she spends on her. Also, she lives a few states away and is always telling the rest of us to come to see them. Like buying a plane ticket and getting time off from work is so easy!”
She Deserved To Be Put In Her Place
“My ex-girlfriend came from a well-off German family. They were all very nice when I met them and stayed the weekend. It was the first time meeting her parents, and hearing about how demanding and strict they were, young 21-year-old me, coming from a middle-class divorced family, was scared a lot. The first night went great, I met them all, had a great dinner, and sat through my first real-life slideshow. Her dad had come back from a safari recently and that was something. Well, the next morning we wpke up early because her older sister was coming home to visit as well. She was a grad student in law, very beautiful, and pretentious. She was fine mostly, you could just tell she was a little up her own but.
Everything went great till my then-girlfriend left to shower and get ready, the parents went out, and it was me and sis. We chatted, but it was mainly about if I wanted to go back to school, what I planned on doing with my life, and stuff like that. I could deal with people looking down on me for being a college dropout, working my way up in the minimum wage job, and overall being in that till I moved on to better things. Then she asked what my parents did. My mom worked for the state, that passed her standards. My dad was a chauffeur, that did not.
She stopped and said, ‘Oh, just a chauffeur,’ which snapped me.
Not yelling, but sternly said ‘Yes, he makes money off rich people not willing to drive themselves,’ then mentioned he ran his own business and was the chauffeur of the year a few years prior. Mentioned some stories of the people he’s met, been asked for by, and recommended too. Luckily, before I went on too much, my ex-girlfriend came out and we went to go about our day. I vented to my ex-girlfriend about it, she wasn’t surprised and was fine with the way I handled it.
In the end, you shouldn’t look down on anyone for their job title. People make themselves, how they get paid for it isn’t what matters. I’d take a good person at heart, who works hard, over a rich person who sees only equal or less than.”
She Choose One OvER
“My wife is from a family of 6six, so there are always scheduling conflicts around any holiday. Her sister, ‘M’ is particularly bad, since her husband’s family is large and has four separate events for every holiday.
We had to reschedule Father’s Day twice already last year – once due to M. A week before ‘our’ Father’s Day (which was already pushed to the week after) there were additional plans with M’s in-laws. She insisted to my wife and other siblings this is an all-day event she had to attend. Her parents don’t know about this development.
She couldn’t split the day, she needs to be there early to help set up, neede to be there late to socialize and clean up. Obviously, she didn’t want to push back Father’s Day again, because that would make her look like a bad daughter. So the master plan was she wanted us to say we need to reschedule so she could do both events guilt-free. We declined, obviously. A small rift ensued and she’s forced to split the day.
The event in question? An 8th-grade graduation party. What made it worse was she clearly valued the grad party more than Father’s Day for her own father, but she just wanted it to look like she didn’t, and we were the bullies that made her look bad.”