There's something about the power of anonymity that causes a person to act however they want. Maybe it's because they know they're in the presence of strangers, and are willing to do what they want since it's unlikely they'll ever see them again. Or, maybe that's just how they behave in general.
People on Quora share the most shockingly entitled thing they've ever seen. Content has been edited for clarity.
She Made The Right Choice
“My father had just passed away of Hodgkin’s disease. It was after the funeral, and our families went to the store to get a few things we needed. As I was down from another state, there were a few things I had needed for the extended stay, and my mother had told my sister’s family and mine to pick out what we needed and she would pay for them. I had several things in my cart, but by no means was I loading it up. My sister, on the other hand, had hers loaded quite full.
As we headed to the register to pay for the items, my sister’s face was twisted up into a disgusted grimace.
‘You need to put all those items back!’ She said, obviously angry.
I inquired as to why, pointing out her own cart was to the point of overflowing. At the time, I was only 28 and not a mother, a fact she pointed out by exclaiming, ‘You’re so selfish. I have four children and you have none. By you having Mom buy these things, you’re taking money away from me and my children.’
I was used to this type of behavior from my sister, having grown up with her, but this took the cake. It is one of two extreme examples of just how self-entitled she can be.
The other example was when my father was in the hospital, about to make his great journey to the other side. All of our family from all over the county had flown in to make their peace and say their goodbyes.
My sister had asked me to watch her children so she could get her hair cut and highlighted, so she would look beautiful at his funeral. I told her I could and would not. Our father was dying and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him before there was no time left at all. She went into hysterics.
When we met up later at her house, for the whole family to make our peace and say goodbye to him, she got out of her vehicle looking gorgeous, her hair was perfect. I told her this too, and she shot me a look full of hatred, malice, and disgust. She literally looked at me as if she wanted me to drop dead then and there. How dare I choose to spend the last moments of our fathers’ life with him instead of with her kids, so she could spend four hours doing her hair!
It wasn’t a hard choice to make. I’m still glad I spent that time with my father.”
She Was Creating A Toxic Environment
“I worked at a law office as a receptionist. My primary job was greeting people and answering phones with a little of this and that thrown in, like filing.
The three partners at the law firm all had ‘personal assistants,’ basically their own secretaries to do their letter writing, mail answering, filing, travel arrangements, etc.
One of the assistants to a partner in this firm was an ex-con. Another lady in the office filled me in after an incident in the office (she got in trouble with her boss and ran to the bathroom in tears). Her crime was stealing money. She had stolen money from a place where she worked and had gone through the entire court case, losing everything, jail/probation, etc. Working for this partner attorney was her second chance at life basically, and it was a good job for her, but she acted more entitled to the job/their trust than I believed she should.
One of the other attorneys (non-partner) who worked there was an older gentleman, reminded me of my grandpa. The ex-con lady hated him. I don’t know why, she was just always really rude to him. I always tried to step in and help him, much like I was his personal assistant, although I was not. The partners tried to explain to him he was not allowed to pull me away from my office duties to do his work because he was not personally paying my wages.
The ex-con lady was the one in charge of billing (I’m not sure why they thought it was a good idea to put an embezzler in charge of money again, but whatever). When she was reading over the grandpa’s attorney’s billings, she would get upset about not being able to read his handwriting.
One day, while processing billing, she yelled at him across the office (totally unprofessional and uncalled-for).
When he came into the room where all the ladies were, she walked up to him and waved his paperwork in his face, ‘What is this? No one can read this!’
He tried to explain to her in his normal calm tone, he would help her if she had any questions or trouble reading his handwriting. She just got really upset (for no reason I could tell) and literally threw all the papers in his face.
They fell at his feet as she shouted, ‘I am so done with your nonsense!’
Then she left, I presume to the bathroom again because she hid in there quite a bit.
I actually was really upset at the way she treated him because he was nothing but a nice guy to me. It was odd overall. I ended up quitting there about a week later. I just couldn’t work with that kind of attitude and disrespect, especially since it went unchecked by everyone else in that office. She was a major ‘drama queen’ and they allowed it. It just wasn’t a good working environment for me.”
Not A Very Nice Teacher
“So, when I was in second grade, we used to have these field days at my school. Those days were always a little awkward for me since because of my diabetes, a nurse had to be present so she was on-site in case my blood sugar dropped due to all the activity.
This year, they decided, as a treat, to hand out Dairy Queen Dilly Bars to the entire school. I was so excited. My parents rarely even bought ice cream, let alone took us to DQ for a treat. Being the obedient little eight-year-old I was, I asked the nurse to take me to the office so I could call my mother to ask permission. To my utter joy, she said yes.
I was bouncing for joy as I rushed back to the assembly hall, where they were handing out the delicious treat. I was so excited, the nurse had to put a hand on my shoulder and told me to calm down with a chuckle.
Finally, I had it. My very own Dilly Bar. One I didn’t have to share with anyone. One I got for free, I had permission to eat. Just as I unwrapped it and dug in, my homeroom teacher speed-walked up to me and took the bar out of my hands.
‘I’m sorry, sweetie, but you can’t have this. It’s not healthy, especially for you,’ she told me.
She then shot a pointed look at the nurse, saying ‘Diabetics can’t have sugar, you know.’
She said this with an air of arrogance, like she understood the disease. Be noted, diabetics CAN eat sugar, we just need to take a corresponding injection so we don’t have high blood sugar. I knew this because I’ve had the disease since I was sixteen months old. The nurse knew this because she was a trained nurse. But no. This woman thought she knew better.
The nurse began to frantically explain yes, I could have sugar, and I actually needed that right away because I already took my medicine, but this teacher wouldn’t hear it. And, to make sure I couldn’t have that Dilly Bar, she took a huge freaking bite out of it.
‘There,’ she said, smacking her lips. ‘Now you can’t have it.’
She said this as she had just saved my life. Like she did me a favor.
Promptly, I burst into tears and the nurse was completely shell shocked. She began to hustle me away back to the nurse’s office to have juice and peanut butter crackers because, hello, injections are taken when diabetics eat. I had nothing to eat and was at risk for going low.
I later found out, by overhearing a conversation with the nurse and the principal, the teachers were rushing in there to grab dilly bars before the students could get one. This woman was late for whatever reason and decided to take mine so she could eat it herself. No consideration of my disease (which she knew about because my mother clearly outlined it in my IEP), no compassion towards my feelings.
This woman pretty much mugged me of my Dilly Bar when she could have easily gone out and gotten her own once school hours were over.”
Now The Honeymoon Would Be Perfect
“I was a jeweler and Gemologist at my family’s jewelry store for 44 years, and one time an older man about 60 came in and brought his 30-year-old Prima Donna wife to be.
He was an old-time customer, and my father knew and remembered his late wife of many years before she passed away. He was on the rebound.
Both my father and I waited on them and she pumped me for the most expensive metal, Platinum, and big side diamond wedding set.
We found a suitable one and it happened to be our most expensive set. She declared a three-carat diamond was the very least she could accept, as her first marriage the Diamond was that size and she should be getting a larger diamond to upgrade her. She thought a four-carat was the way to go!
My father pointed out her dainty hands would look too small and not a conforming match for a huge rock, and the ring needed to compliment the hand, and she said a three-carat was the minimum she would accept.
We brought out many Diamonds and the Gemscope was magnified from 10x to 60x and we found a D color, the best color and a VVS#2 which meant it had small inclusion near the edge and not visible to the normal eye and the internally flawless was 60k instead of 20k. It was 3.21 carats.
We showed her the inclusion under 30x power and she was aghast as she could not sleep at night knowing such an inclusion and flaw was in her Diamond!
The man was taken back and said it is only visible under high magnification and it is not feasible to get a flawless Diamond, as no one would know to appreciate it.
She dropped the mounting down on the counter and started crying and turned around and left through the door, proclaiming she didn’t want to get married if she couldn’t have what she wanted.
The man was upset and told my dad to try to find a flawless diamond in the three-carat range, and left to console the angry young gold digger.
My Dad called him that afternoon and told him his idea. Pop said if we mount the same diamond and use a six-prong Platinum head, the inclusion would be covered and not visible even under the scope and she would never know the difference!
He agreed and gave us his credit card number and we had it mounted, and the ring sized for her, and called him. They came in immediately and she was very excited and insisted she look under the microscope with the high magnification.
She looked and looked and then she said, ‘My goodness this is such a better diamond and so much more brilliant and shiny and flawless like me! I can live and be happy with this forever!’
She hugged and kissed him and he put it on her finger and she said now our honeymoon in Paris will be fun and exciting!”
She Showed Her True Colors
“I went to a fairly nice restaurant in a suburb of Chicago with a woman I was dating. The food was very good, and the server was doing an exceptional job, despite the fact the restaurant was crowded and she was very busy. When we finished and got the bill, I decided to leave more than I normally do (which is 20%) for the tip.
The bill was eighty-eight dollars and some change, and I left three ten dollars bills ($30) as a gratuity. My date (who I really didn’t know, but who up to that point seemed ‘normal’) asked if I had wanted to leave that much. When I replied, ‘Yes,’ she told me it was too much money. Since I was paying for dinner and it was my money, I gave her a strange look (she said later) and assured her it was fine. We were going to a blues club after dinner anyway, so we were in a bit of a hurry.
We rose from the table and we began to walk away. I had told the server her tip was on the table as we were leaving. I noticed that my date was sort of hanging back, so I turned around and she was hurriedly stuffing something in her purse. I asked what she was doing and she just looked at me. That’s when it occurred to me what she had done: She took part of the tip. I confirmed this by walking back to the table and opening the receipt folder.
I was stunned and more than a little annoyed. I asked for the money back, and she then lied to me and claimed she didn’t have it. I just stared at her and put out my hand (by this time the server had walked up to the table) indicating I didn’t believe. Reluctantly, she returned the portion of the tip she had purloined and I gave it and what was in the receipt folder to the server and thanked her.
Long story short: We didn’t go to the blues club. I just drove her back to her condo and I told her I was feeling tired and I’d call her later. I didn’t call; however, two days later she called me. She apologized for trying to cadge the tip; however, she got very defensive and angry when I pointed out she had lied to me about doing it. She then pointed out what she believed to be ‘inconsistencies’ in some things I told her. Seeing where this was going, I ended the phone call abruptly, stating I didn’t think we were a good fit.
Except for her sending two rambling emails and seeing her at a local food fair (she was, fortunately, with someone else) a few months later, I never heard from her again.”
Putting Her In Her Place
“I took my grandma to the Museum of Natural Science to go to the butterfly sanctuary. After walking around for about two hours, it was close to lunchtime. The museum had a McDonald’s’s inside (the only option for food without leaving the building), so we walked over and stood in line. We waited for close to 10 minutes and finally made our way up to where the partitions start guiding people to the registers. At this point, an elderly lady walked past the line straight up to me (again, I’m the one now in the mouth of barriers) and asked if she could get by me. I asked if she meeting up with her party further up the line, but she said no. I asked her why she needed to get past me, to which she said she just wanted to cut in line.
I apologized to her but told her I was not going to let her cut in front of us. She got upset and exclaimed she’s an old lady and she shouldn’t have to wait in line. I apologized again but explained to her my grandma was an old lady too and she was able to stand in line just fine to get to our current position. I also explained everyone else in this giant line has been patiently waiting their turn and if she wanted to get in line, then her best start would be to get in at the end before more people join the line.
As we were talking she tried slowly walking between me and the barriers to get ahead of us in line but I stood my ground and didn’t let her pass. She started muttering in disapproval, so I apologized again as she stomped her way to the back of the line. I am always in support of taking care of our elderly, but the fact she walked up to us with no problem and demanded we let her pass because she’s old was just lazy entitlement and it wouldn’t be fair to the other 20 people who were waiting in line behind us.”
That’s Why She Was Quiet About It
“I used to work at a gift and florist delivery company in an office. Had a manager who was very thick-skinned. Let’s call her ‘Dee.’
We had an accountant who came from Nepal. A very sweet girl by the name of ‘Sam.’ Sam went back to Nepal for a week-long holiday. Most of the office staff were 20 something girls. Dee was in her 40s. Sam came back and brought Nepalese snacks for the office. But for us girls, she brought us something extra, a string necklace with a bead in the middle. Something younger women would appreciate.
She gave it to us first thing in the morning. And I guess it was my mistake.
The office is very small by the way. My colleague’s desk was just outside Dee’s nook. I went to my colleague’s desk and we talked a little. Then I asked what colored necklace she got. She showed it to me. Dee saw it from her desk and asked where we got it from. My colleague said it was from Sam. What happened next was unexpected.
Dee: ‘You got it from Sam? I didn’t get anything from her. She only gave me this packet of sweets. I’ll go ask her.’
And she proceeded to the accounting nook and asked Sam about the string necklace. She went back to her nook and said Sam forgot to bring one for her and she’ll bring it the next day. Truth was, Sam only bought enough for the girls. Knowing what Dee was like, one of the accountants gave up hers and told Sam to give it to Dee. Sam reluctantly gave it to Dee on the same day. She explained it actually dropped out of the bag, making it seems as if she had forgotten one. The next day, Sam gave her colleague something else without Dee’s knowledge.
Who does that? Asking for something that wasn’t intended for you when you already received something else. And Dee didn’t even wear that necklace. Not as an accessory or even as a keychain.
Now I realize why the accountant from my last job, where I was HR, silently went around giving souvenirs when she came back from holiday.”
Karma Caught Up To hiM
“One afternoon some years ago, I was walking along a sidewalk. Another man, around twenty or so, was walking in the same direction as me on the other side of the road which ran alongside. I was doing nothing in particular when I watched as, around two hundred feet in front of me, a car whipped around and crashed into a tree.
I ran up as fast as I could to see if there was anything I could do. The other pedestrian started running towards the accident but stopped partway through and just watched.
By the time I arrived, a man in another car had pulled up, parked, and exited the car with the key in the ignition and was helping the man in the crashed vehicle out. I tried to do something, but as I was but a wee fry both in the muscles and age departments, all I could do was assist the man in his efforts.
I looked back to see if the pedestrian was planning on coming to help, and I saw he was indeed running up. However, I realized too late he had no intention of helping the crashed driver. Instead, I watched helplessly as this jackal of a man hopped into the car of the good samaritan who had stopped to help, turned the key, and drove off, effectively leaving the man carless for his good deed. Indeed, quite a selfish man.
But there is a happy ending: The driver who crashed only broke his ankle, and when the police arrived the man provided the plate number, color, and make of his car while I provided a description of the thief. They caught him and he served at least three years in jail.
Still, certainly the most selfish act I’ve ever encountered.”
He Didn’t Know She Was Being Serious
“I knew a guy who’d been married three times. He was on his third when this happened. His car had air conditioner issues. Since they lived in Texas and summer with all of its heat was coming, that was a big problem. So, he got it fixed. It cost several hundred dollars. Within a couple of weeks, the blower went out. They couldn’t afford to get this one fixed, so he went into the summer months driving a vehicle with no AC.
His mother passed away unexpectedly at the end of May that year. His wife, who had a new vehicle, was going out of town to Mexico for about a month. Since his car’s AC wasn’t working and he had to make multiple trips back and forth from the DFW area to the Wichita Falls area, he assumed he would be able to use his wife’s car while she was gone. She said no. He thought she was kidding and kept on making plans.
Until he asked her one day what time she needed him to drive her to the airport and she informed him he didn’t need to do that as she had long-term parking already planned and paid for. That’s when he asked her about getting to use her car for the trips back and forth. She once again flat out said no. That’s when he realized she was serious.
Needless to say, that brand-new car with the working air conditioner sat in a parking lot for a solid month while he drove back and forth in the heat of the summer in a vehicle without AC. After that, he rarely ever got into her car again. Years later, when they sat down for a frank discussion about their marriage and why it went downhill, he mentioned that incident as being one of the things that, for him, caused him to not care as much as he had before about the marriage. They are now divorced. The marriage died pretty much from a mutual apathy.”
Work Must Have Been Awkward
“Our company, based in Pennsylvania, attended a conference in Rhode Island. Our secretary had brought her husband along. One evening, ten of us went to a local Italian restaurant for dinner. Shortly after being seated, the secretary and her husband arrived, moved chairs from other tables and made us all bunch together in order so they could sit at our table.
They both ordered rather expensive meals, together with several glasses of bubbles. Once the meal was over, the secretary and her husband both stood up to leave.
The husband said to his wife, in an elevated voice so we all could hear, ‘It’s okay, dear. They will pay for our dinner. After all, they’re on per diem!’
And so they left without paying, sticking all of us with their bill.”