Mine is pretty mild as things go. Several years ago a fairly good friend of mine were really into buying and selling clothes on eBay. She was very needy, very competitive and, as I later found out through experience, had a habit of borrowing money to buy designer clothes and refusing to pay it back.
Anyway, I had loaned her a couple hundred dollars to buy a pair of jeans and was having trouble getting her to repay me. Our friendship was very definitely strained and then she messaged me online saying that she had purchased some clothes from a US seller and they only took PayPal so she needed my credit card to pay her. I was a pussy so I went the non-confrontational route and lied about my credit card being maxed out. So she said, “well the seller is really annoyed that I haven’t paid her yet. Can you give me your dad’s credit card number?”
What?!
I told her that I was absolutely not comfortable with giving out my dad’s credit card number and that if she was so desperate for a credit card she should sign up for her own. “I couldn’t do that,” she said “I don’t trust myself with one.” So she didn’t trust herself with a credit card but still wanted my/my dad’s credit card details so she could go on an online shopping spree! She was annoyed that I wouldn’t budge, and to this day she probably doesn’t realise how unreasonable her request was.
So what’s the most unreasonable/entitled/inappropriate request that has been made of you, and what was your reaction?
Not made of myself but of an aunt’s friend. Mandy is a loving mother to her two children, six and four. Being a mother of two, it’s reasonable to believe she has her hands full. Not so, according to another friend, Allie. She also has two kids, eighteen months and five. She is always asking Mandy to babysit her two children, who are fine in their own respects but Mandy works from home!
My aunt couldn’t believe Allie always asks (and gets!) Mandy to babysit her kids when Mandy has two kids of her own and work to do.
A student came up to me on the last day of class and said “Um, I haven’t been to class in the past few weeks; could you tell me what I need to know for the final?”
Me: “So you want me to sum up five weeks’ worth of readings in five minutes?”
Her: “Um…yeah?”
Me: “Bwah ha ha!”
Several students waiting to ask real questions joined in on the laughter.
My friend was going through a divorce and had to sell her house and have a garage sale. She called me up the night before the weekly realtor tour, crying because she couldn’t get certain things done in the house in time. I went over because I felt sorry for her that her husband wouldn’t help.
I get there and her teenage son is playing on the computer and she won’t make him help her and I find out that she had been out late at the bar every night for the past week.
The night before her garage sale she calls me crying because she’s not ready. I go over to help her and find out she’s been at the bar every night for the past week. I would have gone either way, I’m always finding things she has borrowed from me at her garage sales and it’s my only chance to get them back.
Same friend calls me crying because she wants to borrow money to pay her rent. Well, I know that she has made some fairly large frivolous purchases over the past few weeks that more than add up to what she wants to borrow. I said no.
One weekend a long time ago I’m watching her dog at my house while she goes on a family vacation. She asks me to return a movie for her and I agree. I ask her if I am returning it to her usual place which is out of their way but I usually go by every day and she says no. It was borrowed from a place they are driving by on their way out of town. They just don’t want to stop.
Same friend. I babysat her kids for a week. She comes to pick them up Friday, the day I am to get paid, and tells me about $80.00 worth of illegal fireworks they just bought. She then asks if she can pay me the next week since they don’t have enough money to pay me right then.
Same friend. I’m helping her move and she has one small carload of things left to take. We are in the parking lot talking and I am about to go home. She whines “Aren’t you going to help me get the rest of the things?” This is on top of all the whining about how tired she is from moving. I have done more dragging around of stuff than her and I am tired of her moving too.
I realize I have many example all from the same friend. The only reason I am halfway good natured about it is that she would do all those things for me but I would never ask.
Some homeless woman wanted to store a bike and a bunch of other shit in my apartment for 6 months. I was speechless, just kind of raised my eyebrows at her. Then she asked me for money like every other degenerate around here inevitably does. Should have known better than to give her the time of day.
That sorta reminds me of this nutcase girl I used to know. She left a message on my machine one night sobbing uncontrollably, and mumbling something unintelligible. I seriously thought someone had died, or she had been in a terrible accident. I called her back to find out that the reason she was sobbing was because she had a law school exam coming up, and she couldn’t get the software she needed to study with to run properly on her laptop. But that’s not even the crazy part.
Despite the fact that I was actually about to go to bed, being the nice guy that I was, I offered to bring my laptop over to her apartment (I had to tredge through the ghetto late at night to get there) and see if I could help her get it running. When I finally get there, she is completely calm and composed as if nothing happened. She tells me not to worry about it, because she realized she can go to the computer lab tomorrow and run the software there. “But thanks for coming over”, she says as she turns me around. (no, there was nothing romantic going on between me and her, as a matter of fact she was paying me to be her “personal assistant”)
It’s about 10:30 on a Thursday night and I’m doing homework
My little sister comes up behind me with a bundle of shiny pink fabric and some pretty gold ropey stuff
“Izzy.”
“hmm… oh, that’s pretty…”
“Mom said you’d make me a costume for my prayer service.”
“oh she did, did she? when’s your prayer service?”
“tomorrow.”
grrrrrrrrrrr. So I roll my eyes because I’m a brat and that’s what I do and grab her fabric.
“what are you wearing underneath it? you want like a toga thing or what?”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath it. I want a dress.”
okay now first of all, nobody in my family sews and so I’m not one of those girls who sewed my dolls dresses at five. I’ve learned a few basics by helpig with costumes and sewing up my dance shoes and such. I cannot create a gown out of slippery material with no pattern in one night. I know some people are that magical, but the fact that I can stitch up a zipper backstage or sew the ribbons onto my toe shoes doesn’t mean I’m able to make my sister a dress from scratch just becuase it happens to be a costume. And it CERTAINLY doesn’t mean I’m willing. Particularly when I have my own homework to do.
… I ended up finding a little white nightie and draping and safety-pinning the pink fabric to it. She cried becuase I didn’t make her a brand new costume dress. oh well.
Well, at work I once had a patron blow all up at me on the phone because I wouldn’t do what she asked. She was sure that the article she was looking for was in the newspaper sometime in the 20’s or 30’s, and she could describe the picture to me. Why on earth couldn’t I just sit down and look for it in the microfilm?
She called my boss after to complain about how rude I was. She wasn’t even a county library card holder!
Recently, my wife and I seperated due to her thinking having another guy would be a great thing. So he borrows her car, drives to Colorado Springs, gets drunk, and totals it.
She asks me to co-sign for her to get a new car. She also wanted me to put her new car on my insurance.
<OneCentStamp drags a five gallon office water cooler full of “FUCK YOU” into the thread.>
Here, everybody, help yourselves. Here, have a cup, SP2263. You too, Fugazi. Everyone line up and get a cupful. OK, everyone got some? Now please distribute this to your friends.
I work for a State environmental agency. Once upon a time, I was dating a lawyer and he asked me to get him copies of a certain company’s files. “Umm, sure. But wouldn’t it just be easier for you to come down and go through the files and just copy what you need?” No, silly girl. He wanted copies of the “secret” file. The stuff that the public doesn’t see. “All documents go in the files. Nothing is kept separately. All files are public records. The public can see whatever they want.” Then he gets mad and says I’m being unreasonable, unfairly keeping him from the information he needs to win a lawsuit against the company.
:dubious: Sweetie, that’s just wishful thinking. This agency is poorly funded, barely able to keep up with governmental mandates, and all the smart employees get real jobs in the regulated community and leave us as quickly as possible. I’ve got an assistant who truly can’t understand alphabetical order. In what world would we be so organized to be able to keep up with both a “secret” and a public file?
And if I read this right, he never bothers to take a look at what’s in the real file to see if there’s something really damaging that the public CAN see?
Mine’s small, but it still makes me mad years later. My friend and I were planning a two-week trip together which then expanded to include her best friend, who I had never met, as well as some other folks. When we arrived at the island where we would be staying, we found that it was a long trek from the boat to the cabin and we all had bags. Best friend turns to me and says down her nose at me, “I need you to carry my bag.”
This girl is neither disabled nor injured in any way. She does not have more luggage or a significantly heavier bag than any of us. I had a bag of my own. And I had just met this girl! I didn’t want to make a scene, so I just mumbled something like, “Um, no, I’ve got to carry my own bag.” And she glares at me furiously and hisses, “Friends are *supposed *to help each other.” And she would barely speak to me the whole rest of the trip. I guess I should’ve helped my friend.
Here’s another: (from a student in a class that meets at 8am): “Professor, didn’t you get the email I sent you with my paper attached and my explanation about why it was late? I wanted you to check it over for me.”
me: “No. When did you send it?”
Student: “Two a.m. this morning.”
When my SIL was taking an online course, she would email her papers to me around 11pm and ask that I check them over because they were due at midnight.
Sigh.
A co-worker was packing up to move across the country. When he went to rent a trailer they told him his vehicle was too small for the trailer, and would not rent it to him.
So he asks if he can borrow my truck just long enough to rent the trailer and then he will go ahead and use his own vehicle to tow it.
I said “What? No way, because if anything happens it will be MY license plate number they have!”
His response: “We could swap license plates when I rent it.”
My friend came to visit fr the weekend. We were having our last meal in Chinatown on a lazy Sunday night and then she was going straight to the airport. As we finished dinner she realised she had forgotten her make-up bag. She asked me if I would run home, pick up the make up case and meet her at Heathrow. When I declined, she asked if I could ask my flatmate to bring it since she was already home and it would only take her round trip **3 or 4 hours. ** She almost had a nervous breakdown at the thought of going to work with no make up. I advised that she could pick up some basics for under a tenner and that I would post her the bag (at my own expense) by next day delivery so she would get it Tuesday. Never did receive a thank you!
:mad: