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Tell about a time when you JUSTIFIABLY lost it and became a Karen.
Tell about a time when you JUSTIFIABLY lost it and became a Karen.
Friday OT #1 - Y’All Gonna Make Me Lose My Mind
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About once a month I have an absolute meltdown about my youngest two getting into our bed at night. It's usually after about the 4th time of getting kicked in the ribs I'll wake up, toss a blanket, give a hearty "there are 6 beds in this *** **** house and somehow 4 of us wind up in the same *** **** one every night" and make my way to the couch.
Bunch of birds flew out of one of my bushes super loudly this morning when I went around the corner of my house to water the back yard. I very vocally told them to go f*ck themselves.
To make matters worse my youngest was born with a limb deficiency and had her leg amputated when she was one (she's now 5). She'll sometimes come into bed with us but instead of getting kicked in the ribs her stump will literally dig in between ribs and it feels like I've been shivved.
I was checking out at HyVee a few years back and a high school aged girl was running the register. The guy in front of me (probably early 50's) was buying a couple bottles of wine and some beer and the girl asked to see his ID. This guy refused to show her his ID and was just being a complete prick about it and was arguing with the girl. After a couple minute I freakin lost it. I absolutely blew up on this guy and called him some pretty unforgiveable things but my god just flash your ID and move on.
And that isn’t a thing you can yell at ALL, I am sure, without traumatizing her - so how do you even approach it?!
I don't drive angry, but when I'm by myself, I'm really glad some of the **** I yell at inconsiderate drivers isn't recorded for the internet to hear.
Same here. I don't get road rage (no aggressive driving, gesturing at other drivers, getting out to fight people), but if you recorded me in heavy traffic sometimes and tried to censor, it would just be one solid beep. I sat in traffic on 95 south of DC one weekend ago and I think I was cussing for 30 minutes straight.
I think the older I get and now having kids, some things I used to not care much about can bother me now. I do remember a funny moment back in my 20's and still single, my friend that was living in my house at the time and I were watching TV in the living room one evening and it was pouring down rain and there were 2 random kids just playing in the street. We were like "where in the hell are their parents?" then laughed how we sounded like grumpy old men.
One thing that is going to be annoying for a few weeks here soon are random fireworks going off in the neighborhood at night. I am fine with people shooting off fireworks in general but gets annoying when it sounds like a warzone at times and your kids can't fall asleep because it sounded like a mortar just went off in your backyard. And the city I live in has some of the most fireworks friendly policies in the state where you can shoot them off from July 1-8th from 9am-10pm and until 11pm on the 4th. Already have people randomly shooting them off now but those 8 days it ramps way up.
One thing that is going to be annoying for a few weeks here soon are random fireworks going off in the neighborhood at night. I am fine with people shooting off fireworks in general but gets annoying when it sounds like a warzone at times and your kids can't fall asleep because it sounded like a mortar just went off in your backyard. And the city I live in has some of the most fireworks friendly policies in the state where you can shoot them off from July 1-8th from 9am-10pm and until 11pm on the 4th. Already have people randomly shooting them off now but those 8 days it ramps way up.
And then they'll go fly into @CoachHines3 house and die in his terlit.
2022. Nebraska Furniture Mart. We had a salesman (he had been hovering and eavesdropping) tell us we had to stop talking to the young saleswoman that was helping us. He turned and - in front of us - tells her she doesn't know enough about it to continue and she needed to go get suchandsuch to come out for us to talk to. He tried telling us it was because he had overheard us say we were building a new home and they had only 1 person that could help us with that since they work with home builders. We argued with him - we just wanted information only and we were actually building in a different state. He was argumentative with us, dismissive and rude toward the saleswoman we started out with. Eventually got the manager to come out, let him have it about how we had been treated, how horribly rude, dismissive and condescending his employee was toward the other. He just stood there smirking. I also sent a letter to Nebraska Furniture Mart headquarters. Received a response that they would contact us. Never heard another word from them.
I have several and can not figure out to just let it go or do what I think is right, like it's not my business, but someone else not following expectations can lead to ruining things for others whether it be an ecosystem or public space.
--I have a tendency to remind people that dogs are supposed to be leashed on trails, etc. It's generally after they've displayed a good reason why they should be on leash.
--A few months ago I 'told on' some parents that were letting their kids run around an area with some weights and such (which was posted to not do) at the fitness center while I ran on the track. I didn't want to get the kids/parents in trouble; I'd just rather their idiocy didn't lead to the kids hurting themselves, which leads to the parents blaming the fitness club, which gets it shut down or something.
--Several years ago at a fishing area I saw a guy keeping a fish that wasn't in season to be kept. I just reminded him that the season doesn't start for another week or two and he just kind of nodded.
Well as I'm sitting at the end of the pier (with nowhere to go but the water) he comes over and throws the fish in the water, but then, from a pretty good distance still, berates me about minding my own business, etc. He was super angry and probably more upset that someone noticed...I was just trying to help him out so he didn't get ticketed since the DNR office was right there. I really just need to get the 'Poaching' number in my phone.
--I have a tendency to remind people that dogs are supposed to be leashed on trails, etc. It's generally after they've displayed a good reason why they should be on leash.
--A few months ago I 'told on' some parents that were letting their kids run around an area with some weights and such (which was posted to not do) at the fitness center while I ran on the track. I didn't want to get the kids/parents in trouble; I'd just rather their idiocy didn't lead to the kids hurting themselves, which leads to the parents blaming the fitness club, which gets it shut down or something.
--Several years ago at a fishing area I saw a guy keeping a fish that wasn't in season to be kept. I just reminded him that the season doesn't start for another week or two and he just kind of nodded.
Well as I'm sitting at the end of the pier (with nowhere to go but the water) he comes over and throws the fish in the water, but then, from a pretty good distance still, berates me about minding my own business, etc. He was super angry and probably more upset that someone noticed...I was just trying to help him out so he didn't get ticketed since the DNR office was right there. I really just need to get the 'Poaching' number in my phone.
Some dude almost ran over my dog.
"Whoa! Hold up! My dog is back there!"
"You should move your dog"
"You ******* **** sucker! Get out of your ******* car and I will ******* kill you in the street! Right here you dumb ****"
He smartly drove away. I 100% lost it.
You can **** with me, but if you **** with my dog....
My wife and I were on a cruise 7-8 years ago and went to go play volleyball.
The game turned into a complete train wreck because a middle-aged gym bro decided this pickup volleyball game his Game 7 of the NBA Finals. We all know the type -- the former high school or college star who takes pickup games at the YMCA way too seriously and is competitive to an antisocial degree. He was running his mouth the whole time, trying to call penalties, and excessively combative about points.
Just imagine the most obnoxious version of that archetype possible and you have it.
It wasn't like the guy sucked. In fact, he was great. He had the size and athleticism you would expect out of somebody who played a sport in college or even professionally. But the worst part was he brought his college-aged daughter along for the ride. She was nice enough at first, but she was about 6'3" and a scholarship player for the University of California's volleyball team. That is, a college volleyball player playing alongside the schlubby, uncoordinated tourists who are a few drinks in already you expect on a cruise.
If she would have taken it easy on us and recognized the level of competition -- this is just a pickup game for fun between strangers -- then it would have been fine. But nope. She had the same excessively competitive attitude the father had. At least they could have been on opposite teams to balance things a little but nope, they insisted on being on the same side of the court. She was absolutely whaling on things.
Two of my cousins were all-state volleyball players in high school. One set every record in the books for a Division II school and the other walked on at a Big 12 school. So, I'd been under such "live fire" from such a volleyball player before and know how good they are and how hard they can hit. And this girl was really good and hit really hard and right at people, like you would against peers in a college game, even if something like that is frankly dangerous when you're playing the Royal Caribbean All-Stars and not UCLA.
We finished one set and the whole thing was so unpleasant everybody just walked away after making some lame excuse for why they couldn't keep playing. Captain Gymbro then proceeded to whine that nobody wanted to play anymore and that he was too good/nobody was man enough to face him.
So, I had it. Went up to him. Got in his face. 5'10" 150-pound me being towered over. I don't even remember what I said, but my wife told me it was cutting and extremely profane. Then, I turned on my heel and walked away. He said something after me to the tune of, "You gonna say that and just walk away!??" as if I had any interest in talking to him further. I ignored it, went on with the vacation, and never saw him again. I'm sure he's somewhere out there ruining YMCA rec league/pickup games and family vacations to this day.
The game turned into a complete train wreck because a middle-aged gym bro decided this pickup volleyball game his Game 7 of the NBA Finals. We all know the type -- the former high school or college star who takes pickup games at the YMCA way too seriously and is competitive to an antisocial degree. He was running his mouth the whole time, trying to call penalties, and excessively combative about points.
Just imagine the most obnoxious version of that archetype possible and you have it.
It wasn't like the guy sucked. In fact, he was great. He had the size and athleticism you would expect out of somebody who played a sport in college or even professionally. But the worst part was he brought his college-aged daughter along for the ride. She was nice enough at first, but she was about 6'3" and a scholarship player for the University of California's volleyball team. That is, a college volleyball player playing alongside the schlubby, uncoordinated tourists who are a few drinks in already you expect on a cruise.
If she would have taken it easy on us and recognized the level of competition -- this is just a pickup game for fun between strangers -- then it would have been fine. But nope. She had the same excessively competitive attitude the father had. At least they could have been on opposite teams to balance things a little but nope, they insisted on being on the same side of the court. She was absolutely whaling on things.
Two of my cousins were all-state volleyball players in high school. One set every record in the books for a Division II school and the other walked on at a Big 12 school. So, I'd been under such "live fire" from such a volleyball player before and know how good they are and how hard they can hit. And this girl was really good and hit really hard and right at people, like you would against peers in a college game, even if something like that is frankly dangerous when you're playing the Royal Caribbean All-Stars and not UCLA.
We finished one set and the whole thing was so unpleasant everybody just walked away after making some lame excuse for why they couldn't keep playing. Captain Gymbro then proceeded to whine that nobody wanted to play anymore and that he was too good/nobody was man enough to face him.
So, I had it. Went up to him. Got in his face. 5'10" 150-pound me being towered over. I don't even remember what I said, but my wife told me it was cutting and extremely profane. Then, I turned on my heel and walked away. He said something after me to the tune of, "You gonna say that and just walk away!??" as if I had any interest in talking to him further. I ignored it, went on with the vacation, and never saw him again. I'm sure he's somewhere out there ruining YMCA rec league/pickup games and family vacations to this day.
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Generally on insurance. Once when they told me they were denying my claim for a breast pump (2nd kid, same insurance so I damn well knew how it had gone before) because it "wasn't strictly a medical device" and I said what the hell do you think I'm using it for?!
Then a few weeks ago on insurance. Again. Denying claim for preventative care. An hour on the phone with a person who pissed me off the more they told me. I could barely talk i was so mad. Good times.
Called back a week or so later and led with the fact that I've spoken to the (state commission) for two states, I'm not calling again and they may want to directly transfer to a manager.
I've never felt more a Karen than that call but it was my 10th on this issue. Guy I got seemed to have gotten it dealt with but it's been 4 more weeks so I guess time for getting a status and then filing complaints.
Then a few weeks ago on insurance. Again. Denying claim for preventative care. An hour on the phone with a person who pissed me off the more they told me. I could barely talk i was so mad. Good times.
Called back a week or so later and led with the fact that I've spoken to the (state commission) for two states, I'm not calling again and they may want to directly transfer to a manager.
I've never felt more a Karen than that call but it was my 10th on this issue. Guy I got seemed to have gotten it dealt with but it's been 4 more weeks so I guess time for getting a status and then filing complaints.
Don't even get me started on the fireworks. You must live in Grimes too.