I drive a tanker truck. My rig may not be much to look at, but she’ll get the job done. There’s nothing I hate more than when some impatient car driver cuts in too close in front of me after overtaking. So one day decided to teach this guy a lesson. I admit I may have taken it a bit too far. AITA?
P.S. I’m writing this from the hospital after I drove my truck off a cliff while chasing the guy.
You did help out that school bus. NTA.
So I guess IATA because I don’t treat my quirky older brother like a fragile Fabergé egg. Cool. He’s a human calculator with the emotional range of a toaster. But instead of getting props for being the only family member who didn’t abandon him, I get crucified for occasionally using his skills in a way that benefits me!
Yeah, sure, I’ve taken him to Vegas. Sorry, I thought “don’t leave family behind” was a virtue. Apparently, it only counts if you martyr yourself while Big Bro screams about missing Jeopardy. What was I supposed to do when the guy instantly multiplies six-digit numbers in his head and never forgets a number—applaud politely, say “Wow, neat trick, bro,” then go back to my miserable nine-to-five job while he sits there re-arranging his toothpick shrine?!? What exactly is the moral high ground here? Hang it on the wall, and call it “neurodivergent chic”?
My family acts like I’ve chained him in the basement with flashcards. No—I’m driving him everywhere, listening to endless monologues about Judge Wapner, and making sure he doesn’t implode because Walgreens is out of underwear. But, the second I make a buck off his savant brain, suddenly I’m the Antichrist. AITA here?
You are the asshole, but the good news is, you will be reformed.
I’m a nerdy high school student. Girls won’t give me a chance because I have a bit of a weight problem. But my mom arranged for a foreign exchange student to stay with us. She’s very pretty, but for some reason she doesn’t speak a word of English. You think that would be required.
I have a neighbor that should be my friend because we’re both nerds, but he never gives me any respect. Now he’s trying to steal my girl, getting her to fix his car, taking her out to eat. I don’t even know how since he doesn’t know French, either.
One day we go skiing, and the guy wins some race and then comes up to take my girl. I try to fight him off, but he knocks me down, then picks the girl up and throws her over his shoulder and runs off. AITA for trying to save her from him?
I’m a high school student. A while back I started dating this guy. He was a bit of a nerd when we started dating, but he seemed like a good guy, at least at first. But he has this old car that he restored, and I’m beginning to feel like he cares more about his car than me. He even gave it a name, and refers to it as “she/her”. Also, the kids who had been bullying my BF were recently murdered, and witness claim they saw his car there. But he swears he can prove he wasn’t driving it at the time. AITA for being jealous of a car, and for not trusting my BF?
Shot in the dark. Better Off Dead?
“I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!”
And a sentence.
NTA. That kid, though…
I really thought I wanted to join this religious order, but they rejected me, so my mentor decided to teach me on his own. My religion and my mentor say I’m supposed to be celibate, but AITA if I marry this girl I’ve been seeing in secret? I think they’re full of it, because they tell me being with her will turn me evil. Also, I’ve been crushing on her since I was like 8, and she finally is willing to be with me.
Me and my buds used to help this older guy with his job but one day he went and died on us. I figured if I could dress up like him and do his job then we could keep up our lifestyle and no one would be the wiser. Who was it gonna hurt? I was even pretty good at it after a while.
We met a man who was really good at PR and he helped me fake up a good resumé. (So I exaggerated a little. Who doesn’t?) I got a good job and started making decent pay. Then this one guy (there’s always one) found out I lied on my application and got me fired and thrown in jail!
I just want to prove that I can do the job, even if I did lie about my qualifications. I also want to make it with this really hot chick who seems to have a crush on me. AITA?
I work as a paperboy. One day I went to one of my customers to collect my fee from him, he stiffed me. So every time I see him, I demand he pay me. It’s only two dollars, but it’s the principle, darn it. I think he should pay me what he owes. AITA?
I work as a middle manager at a software company. One of my employees has been really flaky lately – showing up late, blowing off mandatory weekend overtime, destroying company property, and I swear his cubicle smells like fish. Just not a team player, you know? I think we should let him go, but these consultants we hired say I’m just not motivating him properly. AITA?
Um, yeah, I’m going to have to say YTA
YATA. Stop trying to put your testicles all over her.
AITA for burning my marriage to the ground in front of a pair of unsuspecting dinner guests?
I (F, eternal, preserved by gin and spite) am married to a limp dishrag of a man who’s somehow both a failure AND unbearably smug about it. He’s withered in my presence for decades, and I’ve made an art form out of ripping him apart piece by piece. You call it cruelty; I call it sport.
And when our sweet young guests arrived at our house (WHAT a DUMP!), I sharpened my teeth on them too. They expected cocktails and small talk. What they got was front-row seats to the bloodbath. You thought you could enter my home and not get flayed alive? Welcome to the jungle, darlings.
They say I “went too far” when I dragged out our imaginary child. But what better weapon than a fantasy my husband and I birthed together? He weaponizes fantasy like foreplay. I get branded cruel because I didn’t clap along to his sad little nursery rhyme. He crafts illusions. I crush them. That’s balance, baby.
So AITA for refusing to pretend and hurling gin-soaked truths like Molotovs into their shocked little faces? Or am I the only one brave enough to laugh while the house burns down—standing with another gin in hand, asking who’s next?
It’s Western Union with the message that you’re both TA
Wow, I have no idea but I’m intrigued.
The “WHAT a DUMP!” is a big hint…provided you’ve seen the film. If you didn’t see the film, you should—it’s powerful.
I’m schtupping a shiksa goddess. Well, “goddess” might be an oversell: she ate a banana in bed, so I nicknamed her after a lower primate, but good G*d she’ll do anything in bed even if she whines about it later, how I “made” her do a threesome with a hooker or whatever. My family and larger community have a long held hostility towards gentiles. But it’s the swinging 60s and I think I should put this behind me! AITA for dumping her ass anyway? Need to know fast…