I watched a man one night stand in a doorway of a store downtown, take a cigarette out of the package and drop the empty package on the ground. There are garbage cans everywhere downtown, and even if there weren’t, what makes him so special that he can’t hold onto an empty cigarette pack until he sees one? Dirtbag.
I sold a large aquarium, stand & filter to a guy once and idiot me accepted a personal cheque for it. Of course he called me a few days later to say that he didn’t have enough in the bank and the cheque was going to bounce, but could he take me out for dinner to make up for it? I said sure, but as friends because I had a boyfriend at the time. Never heard from him again. Also never saw the $75 for my stuff.
I’m also amazed at how trusting (read: fucking stupid) I was in my younger years…
…also the time when I worked in a small retail store and a lady asked me if her two teenage kids could use our bathroom while she went next door for a few minutes. The kids (a boy and a girl) proceeded to horse around in the bathroom together, laughing and going “Ewww!!” and when their mother came back they stood right by her and looked guilty. I looked in the bathroom and they had managed to pee EVERYWHERE - seat, walls, floor, back of the toilet, everywhere. Fucking disgusting neanderthals.
I knew a similar character who broke his hand punching a bar wall in a drunken fit of anger. He waited until Monday and went to work (beer truck driver) went into a walk-in fridge, knocked over a keg and “screamed”. Milked the company for workman’s comp.
A co-worker once bragged to me that she had gotten mad at her 13 yr old son and told him, “I should have swallowed you!”
She also told me that the son had one of those vibrating head toothbrushes with the rubber nubby back and that she had used it to masturbate. When I expressed shock and disgust, she said, “Well, I washed it.” :eek:
This thread reminded me of an email we got recently, after donating some money for a worthy cause: “You guys are great. Your generosity never seizes to amaze me.”
I was moving some boxes from one building to another at work and had to go outside to do so. The boxes were stacked on a hand truck and I was trying to get them out the heavy metal door on the front of the building.
It was a pain trying to hold the door open with one arm, balance the two wheel dolly with the other, and push it over the raised threshold.
I happened to make eye contact with an attractive young female employee approaching the entrance. When she saw me she urgently picked up her pace towards the door.
I waited thinking she would hold the door for me since it was obvious I was struggling.
Nope. She squeezes past me stepping over the boxes in the process and then thanks me for holding the door open for her.
That was over a year ago and I still think “bitch” whenever I see her around the building.
“Always do the right thing…it will gratify some folks, and amaze the rest”-Mark Twain. Yes, some people do amazingly stupid things. Like those clothing donation boxes-some people use them as trash dumping stations. Go figure.:mad:
My Uncle married a woman who had 2 kids from her first marriage. My uncle had 2 kids by his first marriage. Together they had another 2 kids. When we were dealing with my Grandmothers estate after my uncle had died, my stepaunt attended, and took home a uhaul of family heirloom furniture and assorted other stuff. Which she promptly handed out to her kids from her first marriage, and a few things to her kids from the marriage to my Uncle. His kids from his first marriage got nothing. [OK, they ended up getting money. Which promptly pissed off my stepaunt who tried to claim that her kids needed money also, but luckily my Grandfather had written them into the will for money. All 6 of us ‘original cousins’ for lack of a better term got written in for money because we were born before my Grandfather died.]
When my grandfather died, all of his children gathered at his house one day to browse through his things and take them. Except my dad, whom they neglected to tell. So everything worth something (financially or emotionally) was gone.
This is the same grandfather to whom my dad sent home money regularly from his Navy pay, to save. When he got discharged, there was no money, but a honking big blue Cadillac in the driveway, which my dad didn’t inherit. And he’d given my dad’s stuff away to all his siblings.
When my grandmother on the other side died: see first paragraph. Both damn sides of the family.
Dog related: Yes, it’s great that your dog is so properly trained that he needs no leash. It doesn’t stop him from heading up into peoples’ yards to poop while you walk on by, ignoring it. And other neighbor, I really enjoyed throwing your dog’s poop, which you walked him every day on a leash into our yard to do, back over into your yard. (Yes, I caught him doing it.) I would have loved to have seen your face the next day. I don’t want your poop garden in my yard.
OMG this reminds of this incredibly cheap thing my parents did: dump trash. They for some reason categorically refused to pay for trash pickup, something I do on a much lower income than they had. Anyway when I got my license one of the things I had to do was dump trash, too.
Well, I was a dumb teen, and a cop showed up at the door because there was stuff in the bag with my name and address on it. It was the one and only time I got hauled into the station. I didn’t get arrested or even fined but heavily, heavily warned. I was very apologetic and I never did it again…I knew it was wrong, but I guess I just didn’t have the guts to stand up to my parents.
Now it’s twenty years later and I still remember it every time I pay my garbage pickup bill.
When my mom died, I was there because we knew a few days ahead she was dying. My dad made an appointment to see a funeral director to make arrangements. My evil sister, who lived maybe 3 hours drive away, didn’t make it down during that last week. But somehow she learned Dad was making the funeral arrangements the next day, and she called all of us trying to stop the meeting. She was convinced Dad would somehow arrange a “tacky” funeral. She called Dad, but he wouldn’t delay things because my sister couldn’t say just when she could come. It might be tomorrow, it might be next week. Then she called my sister and then she called me, asking us to stop Dad. We all had the same answer – if she couldn’t even commit to an arrival day, we weren’t going intervene. I ended up hanging up on her because she just wouldn’t stop.
Another time a couple of friends and I were going to a music fest not terribly far away from this same sister’s house. For some crazy reason I sent her an email suggesting we could get together for lunch if I stopped by on the way to the festival. Her reply was that she didn’t know if she’d be home, but I could stop by and if she was home, we’d have lunch. I reminded her I would have friends with me, and I wasn’t going to inconvenience them by detouring off the an hour or more off the highway for a family meeting that might not even happen. It made no difference – she didn’t say yes, she didn’t say no, she just kept telling me that she didn’t know if she’d be home but I should stop by. I ended up telling her to forget it.
Finally, she has ruined several family holiday meal that included reservations to eat out at restaurants by showing up anytime from two hours late to not at all, never once having even the courtesy to call ahead and let us know that she would be late or not coming.
