I Don’t Think She Knows The Meaning Of “Homeless”
“I grew up with a rich girl who never had a realistic view of the world. Her wedding gift from her parents was a $500,000 house built to her specifications. The house took a year (maybe two) to build, and during that time, she and her husband lived at her parents’ mansion. They had an entire floor to themselves. It was about 2,000 square feet, and it consisted of a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a recreation area.
Did she realize how good she had it? Of course not. She spent the entire time lamenting on Facebook about how ‘hard’ it was to be ‘homeless.’
That was a few years ago. She still posts ‘as someone who used to be homeless’ comments while sitting in her fancy, custom-built house.
The only reason I haven’t unfollowed her yet is because she’s like a train wreck that’s impossible to look away from.”
This Parent’s Entitlement Was Hurting Their Child
“I was a special education teacher (in a very affluent neighborhood) at an individualized education program meeting for one of my students.
When we started talking about goals, his parents asked if our occupational therapist could teach the kid to wipe his butt. The kid was 9 years old and had no physical disabilities that would make wiping his butt difficult. He just didn’t like doing it, and his parents didn’t want to deal with it at home so they asked us to do it instead (he has autism).
Our occupational therapist told the parents that she wouldn’t do it because our goals all require data collection, and there was no way she was going to take data on proper wiping technique. Apparently, these parents had private, in-home therapists and consultants for the kid 4 times a week who were doing it for him.”
Hopefully She Ordered The Right Kind Of Pizza The Next Time
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“One time in elementary school, my friend had a party for all the kids in the class, and his mom ordered like 10 pizzas. When they arrived, they were square cut.
The kid threw a fit because he wanted triangles, so his mom threw the pizzas away and reordered new pizza.”
He’ll Think Twice Before He Complains In The Future
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“I had a friend ‘Don’ who had two kids a year apart in age. When his son turned 16, Don was ready to give him his PRISTINE Volkswagen. Don babied his cars, so this Jetta, though about seven years old, was truly in like-new condition, a car that most normal 16-year-olds would be thrilled to have. I would have been thrilled to have it myself!
So Don told his son the plan and his son said, ‘Dad, I’m not driving THAT car. It’s a seven-year-old Jetta. I need a new pickup truck.’ After taking a deep breath so he didn’t throttle his son, Don simply said, ‘Well, then, I’ll drive the Jetta for one more year and then give it to your sister when she’s 16. If you want a new pickup truck then you’ll either have to ask your mother or buy one yourself.’
Now Don and his kids’ mother had been divorced for years and, through a series of bad choices, his ex-wife had barely two dimes to rub together. Don had gotten remarried to a woman who was a successful and wealthy business owner. So his son (very mistakenly) thought that Don and his current wife would foot the bill for whatever the son wanted; how wrong he was…
Fast forward a year, his daughter is happily driving the Jetta. Don bought himself a brand new Mazda. His son has access to neither of them. In desperation, his son bought himself a crappy $800 beater just to get himself to and from work. Lesson learned, I hope.
I applaud Don for standing his ground and teaching his kid not to be an entitled jerk at an early age.”
Okay, I’ll Drop Everything Just For You
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“I worked in a decently large bookstore back in the day. One day, this foreign lady came in looking for a book. She had this unbelievably arrogant air about her like she was some kind of aristocrat or something.
The computer said we had one copy, but it wasn’t on the shelf where it should be. I explained to her that this happens; customers don’t always put books back in the right location after they’re finished browsing through them, and also that shoplifting unfortunately occurs. If the book was even still in the store, it could be anywhere.
I offered to order another copy (this was before everyone shopped at Amazon.) No. She wanted us all to stop what we were doing and search the entire store book by book for the book she wanted, and she was serious. It was obvious she was accustomed to people doing this sort of thing for her. I subtly laughed her out of the store.”
What’s More Important – Family Or Prom?
“My mom had cervical cancer a few years ago and had a full hysterectomy. She was out of work for a while, and my brother and I had to work more hours and help out with the majority of the bills and groceries.
My girlfriend at the time couldn’t seem to understand why I wasn’t willing to pay hundreds of dollars for a tux and other prom stuff. She proceeded to ask me every day if we were going until I finally yelled at her and told her sarcastically that I was sorry my mom had cancer and surgery to remove all of it and that I was sorry I had to help out with paying bills.
She finally shut up about it and cried to her friends, literally cried, at the school she went to but told them I just didn’t want to go. She totally left out the cancer part. I only learned that when one of the people she cried to got hired at my job and told me what she did.
We later broke up because she cheated on me and she told everyone I hit her. I’ve never been in a fight in my life and I’m afraid to hit anyone.
I guess prom overrules helping my mom who had cancer.”
Could Anyone Tell The Difference?
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“Growing up, my parents were never poor or even close to being considered poor by any standards.
I had a friend in middle school whose family was insanely rich, and her mom was convinced we were dirt poor. She would always make comments about how sorry she was for me, and how hungry I must be.
But I was never poor, she was just absurdly rich. One day, she called my friend and me to the kitchen. She had two bowls of tortilla chips. She told me to try one chip from both bowls. I did. I told her something like ‘Well, those are tortilla chips.’ And her mom turned to my friend/her daughter and said, ‘See, that’s why you don’t want to end up like her parents, she can’t taste the difference between brand name and generic!’
Imagine thinking you were too good for generic tortilla chips.”
Life Must Be Hard For This One
“I went to an expensive private school. Personally, I had a lot of scholarships going into it where I wouldn’t have to pay the $52,000 a year they were humorously asking for. At the time, they had very lax acceptance policy but was considered a great school, which had the interesting result of attracting very rich kids who weren’t interested in the school for its academics but more for its parties/nightlife of the town/city it was in. In my dorm freshman year, there was a girl who supposedly is a descendant of the Versace family of some sort. After seeing the money she’d blow nonchalantly, I was inclined to believe it.
Almost every weekend there’d be a knock on our door as she ran through the halls asking who was coming with her on her trip this weekend. She didn’t mean her trip to the grocery store or even a trip home. She meant whatever trip she was planning around the world that weekend. Sometimes it was Paris, other times it was Australia, Bali, wherever her little heart desired. She’d fly out to these exotic places for WEEKENDS, not three-day weekends, not holiday breaks, just your average Friday/Saturday/Sunday. And she would be gobsmacked and sometimes insulted when after a moment of stunned silence, you tell her that you couldn’t possibly go with her to Paris for three days let alone afford a last minute ticket to Paris. She couldn’t comprehend that normal people couldn’t afford those things.
She also ‘lived in the dorms’ because she was a freshman and you couldn’t live off campus as a freshman… but she really lived off campus in what I would later find out to be a $4,000 a month apartment by herself with a house cleaner who’d come every day.
She was the most detached-from-reality person I’ve ever met. And of course, she was drop dead gorgeous. She’ll probably never experience a ‘hard time’ in her entire life, or have to work a single day.”
No Right To Complain
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“I went to high school with a girl whose dad was one of the top 10 highest paid trial lawyers in the country. Every year, she would invite a handful of friends to go with her on a spring break trip to The Atlantis in the Bahamas. This was an all expenses paid trip, including flying to and from the resort on her family’s private jet. Still, she was always lowkey and surprisingly grounded given her wealth and privilege. Her friends? Not so much.
Our junior or senior year, two of the girls she invited on the trip came back afterward and immediately started complaining about how the trip was lame because the resort’s nicest suite was booked up that year so they had to slum it in one of their lesser, though still ridiculously luxurious private suites. That’s right, these basics had the obscene entitlement to complain about their accommodations after being taken on a free, week-long vacation where their friend’s family was shelling out upwards of a quarter of a million dollars per person on a Spring Break trip.”
It’s Expected For A Child To Act This Way… Not An Adult
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“I used to work at a relatively upscale theater. Two middle-aged couples came together a few minutes after the show in the main stage began. We told them to wait until a certain time in order to enter the theater. They obliged, waiting around for a bit, hit up the bar, and chatted with us. They seemed like relatively normal middle-aged people.
The house manager came out and informed them that, at the request of the production company, we actually couldn’t seat them in their normal seats because they were in like the second or third row. She offered them seats in the balcony. One of the men freaked out, got in a shouting match, swearing and threatening loudly that ‘they were going to go to their seats whether you like it or not!’ He had a temper tantrum, and it wasn’t even our fault; it was the production company.
The man threatened to enter the theater, but we prevented him, so instead, he declared that he was going to talk with the box office. We let him. They refused to give him a refund, which was our policy. The whole party left, with the man yelling at the top of his lungs, ‘This theater sucks’ before he stormed out of the building, his wife and friends in tow.
Never have I seen a grown adult suddenly resort to having a hissy fit and acting like a 5-year-old. It was like a transformation. I felt bad for his wife and the other couple – they seemed embarrassed. Funny thing is, they could’ve seen the show and only missed like 10 minutes of it if they had just taken the balcony seats. Instead, they didn’t see the show and ended up wasting four tickets that were about $60 a pop.”
Who Has A Personal “Tennis Court?”
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“Back in high school, this kid turned to me and said, ‘Do you even use your tennis court? We’ve never used ours, it’s a waste of space.’
I had to explain to him that I didn’t have a tennis court. Most people don’t have a tennis court. He only had one because he was rich.
He was surprised.
I’m straining my memory now, but I think when I told him I didn’t have a tennis court he said something like, ‘Oh, is your pool too big to fit a tennis court?’ I was like, ‘Oh, buddy, no.’
Our relationship after that was actually amusing. He was fascinated with what common people do. I was fascinated by how out of touch he was, so we got along well. As I said somewhere before, he wasn’t being a jerk, it was just obvious that he’d never spent any time with people that weren’t as rich as his family.”
Remind Me To Stay Away From That School
“In college, I knew a girl whose father was some big shot banker or something. He made enough that his wife didn’t have to work and three kids could go to expensive schools with little financial aid.
This girl didn’t have to work during college, had all her supplies and lodging paid for by their dad, and got to fly home every time there was a three-day weekend. All on her father’s dime.
I once had to borrow $10 from her to pay for some food when we went out to eat. I promised I would pay her back once I got my check next week (at the time I worked for a cafe) and she seemed cool with it. Turns out she was not cool with it, and promptly bashed me on her blog and to all her other friends calling me a bad person and a thief….because I borrowed $10. Which I paid her back. I brought up the blog posts and she was very embarrassed.
Last I heard of her she’s living in a daddy-paid Manhattan apartment working part-time as a receptionist at a yoga studio. She started a new blog about ‘the struggle.'”
Don’t Feed Em After Midnight
“I didn’t see this but I heard about it happening where I work, to my brother who also works there:
Bit of background first, it’s a place of gambling. Not a full, proper casino but just poker machines and other games and such. It has a points rewards system for those who put the most money through the place, lining the pockets of the CEOs with their losses and different points tiers entitle people to different benefits.
One guy, in particular, had put so many hundreds of thousands of dollars through the place that he was off the charts and treated like royalty even though he was the bane of all of our existence. We were told to break our own rules and suck up to him because his business was too precious. Since I work in the bistro side of it, my story has to do with his treatment of staff on that end of things.
He was so used to getting any meal he wanted all on his points (never had to pay for it) at any time. Even after the kitchen was closed and cleaned if this guy showed up and demanded food they’d have to call a chef out and get them to make it. He worked off hours (truck driver), so this happened more than you’d think. After they finally made him subject to the operating hours of the kitchen just like everyone else, including their other high points members – he’d then hang around outside the kitchen for the last hour of service just waiting to order $200 worth of food to have prepared for him to ‘take home’ during the last couple of minutes of service. Yeah – no chef working on any day he was there ever got to go home on time, which was almost every day. This behavior eventually led to the place no longer allowing customers to take away food after numerous complaints from kitchen staff, so he ruined something for everyone there, now regular people who actually pay for their food can’t take home that remaining half-pizza they couldn’t finish for later.
The worst was one that he did to my brother. My brother worked the overnight shift one day and ordered his meal in advance before the kitchen closed and put it aside so he could heat it up later and have it during his midnight break a few hours after the kitchen was closed.
Guess who then comes storming in at some ungodly hour complaining about not getting a free meal? He would not accept the fact the kitchen closed like three hours ago and that the chefs are probably in bed by then and are not going to be called back to cook for him. So he demanded my brother’s meal which he saw.
My brother is quite passive and just doesn’t want to cause drama so he just let him have it to cause a bigger scene that all of the staff would have then had to deal with. He got it, complained that it was cold (no crap, it had been sitting around for a couple of hours) complained it wasn’t done right and then tossed it into the garbage. That was my brother’s dinner you jerk! He had to starve that night because his entitled self was too good to go to McDonald’s instead when looking for a place still serving food at midnight!”
She’s Blind To Her Entitlement
“I was on my high school’s newspaper staff, and we always did a section on cars in the parking lot, where we highlighted one ‘crappy’ car and one nice car and then interviewed both owners. Everyone loved it.
So we picked Snobette Snootyson because she had a nice, brand new Range Rover and I was forced to interview her.
‘What’s your favorite feature of the car?’
‘Well, one time I forgot to put it in park and it started rolling away, but it didn’t roll that fast so probably that. Or my G-Eazy bumper sticker.’
‘Got any funny stories about your car?’
‘Yeah! When my parents first got me it, I was making faces at my friend and turned left when it wasn’t an arrow and totaled it. So they got me the same one again!’
I managed to sneak into the article: ‘Snootyson has managed to keep her car undamaged since October’ (It was January).”
Entitlement Is The Least Of Her Troubles
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“My parents don’t make a ton of money, so when I was in school and they managed a $100 Walmart gift card for groceries I was grateful and conscious of where the card was.
After Christmas break, I noticed my card was gone from my desk. When I called Walmart, they told me it was spent over break in my roommate’s hometown. When I confronted her she said, ‘Why would I take it, my dad buys me everything I want.’
She later admitted to taking it. She also stole hundreds of dollars in clothes and stuff from my other roommate and I. That girl was an entitled clepto.”
I’m Surprised She Made It This Far With Manners Like That
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“I go to school in a fairly well off school district. I once heard one of my classmates complaining that their Mercedes that she got for her 16th birthday wasn’t the proper shade of red.
So, of course, her dad dropped like $5,000 on a new paint job for her, but then she apparently decided that she actually liked the old color better.
She basically had a screaming match about it with her dad, during my lunch period, in front of probably 500 kids.”
You Mean You Don’t Have A Personal Jet Or Someone To Do Your Homework?
“My university is full of wealthy international students, and I became acquainted with a very wealthy individual that told me she paid people to write her papers and personal profile to get enrolled.
Her personal profile was apparently written so well that she was offered and accepted a scholarship despite not needing it. She then asked me one day: ‘Why I spend so much time studying and not going out?’ Maybe because I have student loans, so I have to make the best out of my education and can’t afford to pay people to do my assignments.
The school is in Canada, and once she invited me to her party in Los Angeles. She got upset one Monday that I was unable to fly down to party with her. She didn’t even offer a ride on her family jet.”