Entitled parents get on everyone's nerves. Luckily, there are people who put them in place. This is a collection of the absolute worst entitled parents who got exactly what they deserved. Content has been edited for clarity.
This Fellow Mom Put Her In Her Place
“I’m a 26-year-old mom with three kids, but I never let someone’s expectations of me stop me from doing what I want to do. So this year I decided to do something I always wanted to do and learn to long board. After a super bruised hip, face, scraped hands, and knees, I finally had gotten the hang of it and I went out and bought two different boards within a month.
I took both with me to my usual skate spot, a nearby battleground (the south is full of them) which has really well up kept roads and trails. I start off by putting my longer board off to the side but where I can still see it; there are usually not many people out there, so I’m not too worried about it. This was my big mistake.
I’m skating on my dinghy, loving how it turns on a dime and pass by a mom (EM) and her young daughter (EK) she seems to be about 5 or 6. I kindly wave as I pass because I’m southern. As I’m coming back I notice them over where I put my board and get a little nervous because these boards aren’t cheap and I don’t like people touching them because I want to keep the graphics nice. I speed up hoping to intercept them but the mom looks over at me as I do and grabs the board before I get there.
Me: Hey, stop! That’s my board.
EM turns to me with the board under her arm and sneers at me.
Em: No, this is my baby’s skateboard.
First off it’s a long board, secondly, step off lady!
Me: No it’s not it’s mine, I put it there, so I could practice on my other one.
EM: Well if you have two you obviously don’t need this one, especially since you just laid it here and left it. I should call the rangers on you for littering!
Her kid is getting upset and does the whole ‘Mommy I want the thing’ bit and the mom pats her on the shoulder and hands it to her. The board is almost as big as the kid herself, and she fumbles with it, almost dropping it.
Me: You need to give that back right now before I call the police.
The kid finally puts the board on the ground as I’m saying this and for a second I think she’s going to relent until she steps on the board and awkwardly pushes off, immediately falling on her butt, screaming as she does.
The mom starts screaming that I pushed her baby, and she would call the cops on me and I would be thrown in jail, and she would have both my boards. This is where I get mad.
Me: SHUT UP YOU DISGUSTING COW!
She finally stops, her mouth gaping open-and-shut like a fish which I’ve actually never seen a person do before it was quite funny.
Me: You should be so embarrassed right now. I have three kids and not even my two year old would steal someone else’s stuff and throw a fit about it. People like you shouldn’t even breed!
Now I was raised in the south so while I am polite I’m also mean as spit fire. So I lean down and grab my board where it’s rolled off to and stop in front of the snot goblin still on her butt in the road and smile at her with all my teeth.
Me: You know little girl now that the demons that live in these woods know you can’t skateboard to get away from them they will follow you home from here and eat your feet off while you sleep so you can never get away from them again.
The kid lets out a scream of terror and I cackle, knowing her mom won’t be getting any sleep soon. I jump on my board with the other under my arm and peace out of there.
Fat cow shouldn’t have grabbed my board.”
A Lifeguard’s Job Is Never Easy
“So, during summer holidays, I work as a life guard in a swimming pool. I worked in the only pool of a small town, but as this was the only big pool for around 30 kilometers, we had lots of people.
There was four different basins in the pool: the regular 25 meters swimming lanes, a smaller one (15 meters), a more shallow basin for kids to play, and a really shallow one for toddlers. We also had a separate area with a jacuzzi, a sauna, and a spa, where children were not permitted entry.
As I was on my chair, I was scanning the area, when I saw this young woman with her child (no more than 3 years old). She had the typical ‘I dropped out of college to care for my son, and I am more important than you’ look. I did not really care at the time, for me she was just a regular client amongst the nameless mass. But a few moments later, she walked past me to the spa area… alone.
I start to look around and saw the kid, wandering aimlessly just next to the water, starting to run around, looking for his mother (I think it was a little boy, although I don’t 100% remember that).
‘That cannot be good,’ I thought. I went to talk to the kid, when, after running around, the kid fell in the deep pool. I instantly grabbed the life guard tube we used to get people out of the water, and carried him safely on a chair, so he could get dried. Mind you, quite a lot of people were massing around us, including one of my colleagues, whom I asked to go bring the lady.
As soon as EM saw her kid sitting on a chair, she rushed to him, and slapped him dead hard across the face. Needless to say, everyone was shocked. I grabbed her and pushed her away, and tried to talk to her. The conversation went approximately like this:
Me: What are you doing? Why are you slapping him, are you crazy?
EM: HE’S A LITTLE DISOBEDIENT TURD! I TOLD HIM NOT TO!
Me: (I was completely puzzled) Not to do what?
EM: GET IN THE WATER! HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO SWIM, WHY WOULD HE GO IN THE WATER? I TOLD HIM TO WAIT FOR ME!
At this moment, I started to get angry. I basically told her that her what she did was completely stupid and irrational, and that one must be an idiot to expect a 3-year-old to obey like that. She then proceeded to turn the fault to me:
EM: ALSO, WHY DIDN’T YOU PREVENT HIM FROM GETTING IN THE WATER? ARE YOU EVEN A REAL LIFE GUARD? YOU SHOULD BE WATCHING OVER HIM!
I pointed at the pool, and told her, ‘See all the people here? I can watch over him, just like I can watch over the hundreds of children I see each day. No more, no less.’
After that, she got out of the pool, screaming and shouting insults at me and my colleagues. I told my boss about it, and she’s now banned from coming back to the pool.”
At Least Their Friend Stood Up For Them
“My metabolism is super high, I was extremely underweight at the time and I’d pass out if I didn’t eat very often. Because of this, I talked with my Band Director about bringing snacks to tournaments. The particular tournament we were traveling to was about an hour away, so by the end of the ride I could eat my snack, to which many kids complained I could eat but it was mostly just jokes. We changed, got off the bus, and I gathered with the guard (my section) all while eating my trail mix. I didn’t expect the BD to tell the parents, so I wasn’t surprised when I had a mom on me.
EP: You aren’t supposed to be eating, especially in costume!
Me: Oh, I know ma’am, but Mr. BD gave me permission because of my health.
EP: Do you have a note on you?
Me: No, but yo-
EP: Then you can’t eat that.
She snatched the trail mix out of my hands and I’m a HUGE crybaby, so I teared up because I’m the goody-two-shoes kid who doesn’t like to get in trouble. But I got over it since I had extra snacks anyway.
However, I noticed something fishy about 20 minutes into our warm-up. See, Ms. EP here is a guard mom, and her kid happened to be my good friend. So after we finish stretching we get a water break and EP went to talk to my friend, and noticed she gave her my trail mix. I was mad, because I could at least understand her taking the food away, but giving it to her kid? It was hypocritical. Now my friend knew about my health issue and knew that I loved that particular kind of trail mix. So the conversation went as follows.
Friend: Are these yours? My mom said she found it and figured she’d give it to me.
Me: Yeah, no- she took them away. But it’s fine, I had extra-
Friend: What?! No, it’s not fine, you could have gotten hurt.
Me: I mean, she was pretty rude, she took them right out my hand before I could explain.
Friend: Don’t you worry about it, I’ll tell her.
Long story short, my friend confronted her mom, but she didn’t apologize and was still generally rude. The next semester, she got mad at our instructor because he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend when he wasn’t responsible for us. That year was actually the last year she ended up volunteering because of what she pulled with my instructor and his boyfriend.”
It’s Always The Crazy Cat Lady
“I was in hospital a few years ago and my daughter let our miniature Chinchilla Persian cat get out of the house. We live in the countryside with only two houses nearby, one of them being family and the other a cottage that’s leased for short periods of time.
Because I was in hospital for a few months, our cat was a little fluffier than normal. When he didn’t come straight back as usual, my daughter went looking for him and couldn’t find him. She rang me in tears and I got her dad to go looking. A few hours passed and no avail. Then this crazy cat lady arrived at our door with the cat SHAVED and NEUTERED. She said she thought by shaving him he’d be easier to manage and by neutering him he wouldn’t ramble.
Now this cat was over €700 to buy, and we certainly didn’t want him neutered. She said that if it were her cat that’s what she would have wanted so of course it never entered her entitled mind that’s not what someone else would want. I mean everyone must think like her right? Because if she thought it was a good idea it must have been the right thing to do! The sense of entitlement that this woman showed was insane. Plus the fact that she then asked for the money that she paid for the cost of the procedure.
I wish I could say that she didn’t get away with it and that we went to the police or something but even though I’m mad with myself now we did leave her get away with it apart from my partner throwing her off the property with a few choice words and a warning never to come near any of us including our animals again. We had enough to deal with at the time with my health but I still regret doing nothing.”
The Entire Beach Wasn’t Big Enough
“I recently traveled to a beach town to visit relatives. I’m there so often quite a few people think I’m a local. Both locals and tourists are pretty good at respecting personal space and won’t sit right next to for in front/behind you. In my 20+ years of making multiple visits per year I have never had a problem with tourists…until my most recent visit.
I get to the beach early, like at 8:30 am, and I set up my chair and umbrella. There are maybe five other families already set up for the day, so there’s no one within a 100-foot radius of me. For the next hour and a half I’m blissfully enjoying an audiobook, and a handful of other people show up. The entire beach is still empty. All of a sudden I feel a tap on my shoulder, thinking it was my relatives deciding to join me. Nope.
It was an incredibly obese, trashy-looking woman, in her late 30s/early 40s, standing over me. Behind her was about 12 other people who appeared to have packed up their entire house and were lugging in through the sand. She’s EP.
EP: Excuse me but you’re in our spot.
Me: What spot?
EP: This is our spot. My family is staying at the hotel right over there, and we’ve been sitting in this spot for the last four days. You need to move.
Me: No I don’t. I was here first.
EP: I SAID THIS IS OUR SPOT! THIS WHOLE STRETCH OF BEACH IS RESERVED FOR HOTEL GUESTS ONLY!
Me, knowing that not a single hotel reserves spots or parts of the beach for guests: Ok, well go get someone from the hotel to move me. If you can find someone I’ll gladly move.
EP: WELL THERE’S NO ONE WORKING RIGHT NOW YOU’RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!
Me: There are literally miles of open beach. Pick a spot and enjoy your vacation.
EP, both yelling at me and her family: THIS LADY HAS JUST RUINED OUR VACATION, WE NEED TO FIND A DIFFERENT SPOT!
So she and the rest of the family plop their stuff down literally 10 feet to the left of me, despite the entire beach still being open. For the next hour I pretend to be asleep listening to my audio book but instead I’m listening to EP. Every word out of her mouth is how much rude I am, how it was so inconvenient that she had to carry her stuff an extra 10 feet, etc. I was overjoyed when the lifeguard kicked her and rest of the equally trashy adults in her group off the beach for refusing to put out their smokes.”
This Woman Is Just Crazy
“Middle of the night I felt my stomach start to hurt very badly. I didn’t really think anything of it because I thought it was just a stomach ache, but later on my bowels area started to hurt when I would take breaths in, so I started to panic. I couldn’t sleep it off and I’ve never felt this before, so I knew something was wrong. I woke up my mother and told her what was going she knew right away what was going on because apparently this happened to my grandfather too, and we shared the same symptoms. She rushed me to the ER as fast as she could. When we arrived we were told I was first on the treatment list to see what was going on but I would have to wait for an hour since there was another patient being examined.
He comes EM and her son which we’ll call SS for sick son. She enters the waiting room and right away put me in a state of shock.
EM: WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY SON HAS TO WAIT IN A LINE? THERE’S NO OTHER SICK PEOPLE HERE!
Receptionist: Sorry, ma’am. This young man over there is first for the queue so you’ll have to wait for him.
EM: UGH! He doesn’t even look sick! Look at my poor baby boy (the ‘baby boy’ looked like he was minimum 14) he’s so pale why isn’t he priority I’m sure that boy over there is faking his sicknesses he looks fine!
I look at her dumbfounded, I couldn’t believe that a woman like her exists. I look over to her son and I can tell that he wishes someone else took him to the ER instead of his mom.
I’m the type of person that doesn’t like to be talk bad about, so I stand up and start to walk over to her.
Me: Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting here for over an hour; just breathing hurts me. What makes you think that your son is more important than me? My appendix is infected and I might die. I don’t like waiting here ether lady but that’s just the reality of it.
EM: How dare you talk to me like that. You standing up just proves that you’re perfectly fine! If it hurts to breathe how can you talk to me like that?
She starts to come up close to me she keeps rambling on about how I’m faking it saying I’m doing it just to get high off of painkillers and morphine while saying all this she’s pushing me into a corner of the room. I’m starting to panic because I don’t have the strength to really resist because I’m lacking a bunch of sleep, and she’s pushing me on my stomach because of her height she’s pushing on the part that hurts the most, so I can’t really fight back. Then security comes into the waiting room and stops the lady from attacking me.
Officer: What is going on in here?
EM: THIS BRAT IS FAKING A SICKNESS AND IS STOPPING MY SON FROM GETTING TREATMENT.
Me crying a bit: This lady attacked me because she’s crazy and thinks I’m faking my appendix infection.
Officer: Alright, I’ve heard enough. Lady, you and your son will have to wait outside this room to get treatment for your son.
EM: But he’s-
Officer: NO BUTS! YOU ASSAULTED A PATIENT. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO WAIT OUTSIDE THE ROOM, I’LL KICK YOU OUTSIDE AND YOU’LL NEED TO GET TREATMENT FROM ANOTHER HOSPITAL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
The lady says nothing and walks out the room.
I thank the security guard, and he walks off. I get called for my check up and it was confirmed I had an infection in my appendix and needed surgery ASAP. I got hooked up to an IV and went back to the waiting room where the lady’s sick son came up to apologize for things. I just told him I felt worse for him having a mom like that.”
She Even Knew It Was A Misunderstanding
“I was at the supermarket, I had finished my shopping and at my car ready to put away my groceries. I had the trunk open and started putting things away when an obviously pregnant woman (7-9 months) came up to me and started yelling at me that she had to walk far because all the parking spaces were taken. At first, I didn’t realize she was talking to me and carried on, which I guess ticked her off even more.
She started shaking her head and walking in the direction of the entrance. I was confused until realized I was parked in the spot NEXT to the Expecting Mothers spaces. I could’ve ignored her and left it at that, but instead I decided to say something as politely as possible and point out the misunderstanding. So I said, ‘Noooo, sorry, you misunderstood, I’m not in the Expecting Mothers space!’ And I made a weird cringe face as if to tell her ‘it’s fine, no hard feelings!’ But then she hits me with a face and says, ‘Yeah, I know but you could’ve left it open for someone who needs it more!’ And she walked away in disgust.
What? I had nothing. No comeback, no expression, my will to live on this planet with these people was sucked right out of me. I could almost hear the ‘Curb Your Enthusiasm’ song playing as I held my pathetic shopping bags. I’ll never forget that exchange.”
Just Part Of Her Uniform
“I used to be part of the band dance squad. I was about 17 at the time. Homecoming was that day and of course everyone was to be on the field by 4 pm. So, being the teenagers we were, my friends and I in the band went to a popular burrito place. Because we had about an hour before the game, I was in most of my uniform already. Blue/gold leotard with a blue and gold skirt over it and glitter in my hair. The only thing that wasn’t on me was heavy makeup and a petticoat.
As I’m standing in line with my friends, them laughing because I was messing around in my uniform and what not, I hear this woman clear her throat. She whipped her sunglasses off in order to glare at me, which confused me. But maybe she had seen me dance around like a fool, so I fixed myself back up and continued to talk like normal. As I’m deciding what to order, I hear the clearing of a throat again.
EP: Excuse me, young lady!
Me: Yes ma’am?
EP: I’m sorry but how old are you?
Me: Uh, I’m 17. Why do you ask?
EP: OH NOOOOOO THAT OUTFIT IS MUCH TOO INAPPROPRIATE FOR SUCH A YOUNG CHILD. YOU NEED TO GO HOME AND CHANGE, NOW.
Me: I’m sorry miss, but this is my uniform. And I have something important to do tonight-
EP YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE SELLING YOUR BODY LIKE THIS! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?! DO I HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE?!
She then grabs my arm and tries to pull me away from my friends and out of the door. My friends drop their stuff and pull me back.
Friend 1: Sorry miss, but you really can’t do that. Please leave her be.
EP: BUT SHE’S DRESSED PROVOCATIVELY. AND SHE’S SO YOUNG. YOU NEED TO GO HOME AND CHANGE. NOW.
Me: I understand that the uniform looks really tight and all, but it’s my schools uniform and it’s really no biggie.
By that time it was my turn, so I quickly made my order and booked it back to the band room, so I could eat in peace.
So I bet you’re wondering how this made her entitled, huh?
As we were doing warm-ups and the bleachers were slowly being filled, I saw the woman walk into the bleachers. I almost laughed knowing this would really get under her skin. The game would start soon, and it was time for our first set. The band started playing, and I saw the woman look around… until she saw little old me. And 13 other girls in the same outfit. The look on her face was priceless. My guess is that her team didn’t have a dance portion of the band. Because she was definitely confused when she saw the rest of us.”
At Least The Daughter Has A Sense Of Humor
“The other day I took my kids to a free splash park by the river.
It was, of course, crowded with families and children of all ages, but for the most part, all the kids were getting along and watching out for the littler ones.
I was focusing on my kids, but heard a mom from the table next to me loudly complain to her friend about how the big kids were playing.
‘You know what I hate? When the big kids put their foot over the water and make it spray all over everyone. Like, why do that? I don’t get it. There are BABIES here.’
I thought, geez, lady. It’s a splash park. Everyone here wants to get wet, and there are literally sprinklers everywhere doing that very thing.
(There were tables outside the fence for parents who didn’t want to play in the water with their kids.)
Just then, her cute little girl toddled up to a big kid who was currently doing this. She giggled, looked at the sprinkler next to him, and SAT ON IT. Water sprayed horizontally in every direction and soaked her mother who was JUST complaining about the big kids doing much less.
She gave a huge gasp and rushed to pick up her giggling baby who was obviously not the one worried about getting sprayed at a splash park.
Baby had learned a new game and did it three more times while her mom tried to laugh it off, but soon couldn’t pretend to enjoy it anymore, and she packed up all their things and left.
Oh well. At least her daughter has a sense of humor.”
They Weren’t Even In Line!
“So, I work at a small indoor/outdoor amusement park, which means that nobody takes our rules as seriously as they would at a bigger park. Thi, of course, enables a lot of entitled parents to ruin our day any given shift.
Usually its just stuff about the height restrictions or expired wristbands.
I think my favorite entitled parent story comes from a shift when I was working the bungee trampolines. We have four trampolines in an area closed off with a fence, with a small gate at the front where the kids are supposed to line up. I was getting ready to let the next kid in when this mom comes up to me and asks me when I’m going to let her kids in. I asked if they were in line, she said they were waiting by the fence and didn’t know where the line was. I told her, pointing towards the gate, I’d be happy to let them on if they get in line. She looked at me like I was a complete moron. ‘You didn’t see my daughters standing there? They’ve been waiting forever, you can’t let them in now?’ I saw the two kids she was talking about, but they weren’t really waiting by the fence or trying to get my attention. They were just kind of aimlessly walking around, sitting on a bench here and there. My attention’s going to be focused on either 1) the kid currently on the trampoline or 2) letting the next kid in to get them on the trampoline. I tried explaining that I can’t let them skip ahead of other people who were actually in line, but I was still just getting this condescending look as if I were just this utter fool for not magically seeing her kids and knowing they wanted to go on.
Luckily the line wasn’t super long so her kids went on the trampolines shortly after getting in line. I have a feeling if there was a long line, she’d have gone to get a manager to complain.
Stuff like this happens all the time. We had to get police involved once because some mom threw a tempter tantrum about us running out of strawberry ice cream, and she left without paying the bill for her private party.”