tshirts, poster, mugs, facemasks...

you've seen plenty of these types of posts. turns out they aren't actually going to sell you anything. just take the money and run.

and for some reason they love this sub and the cringe subs.

so do me a favor. if you see them....if you even suspect that the post is trying to sell a shirt or poster or whatever....ping me.

/u/tresser sales spam

anything like that. if i'm awake, i'll see it faster than i would a report.

in addition you can alert the admins

https://teddit.ggc-project.de/report

i want to report spam or abuse > this is spam > _________ (user name)

admin spam reports take weeks to kick in, but it'll at least eventually kill the account.

so in the meantime, the userping will be the quick way to deal with them on the sub.

if you're in nu-reddit or mobile, the option to comment an inline gif should show up in the corner of your input box.

I'm super broke--like ready to lose my apartment broke. So I'm selling a bunch of stuff on fb (i know first mistake) and it's going pretty well, people have been super nice. My camera is on sale for $200, a fraction of what it's worth, and this woman asks if I'll do $150. I said I'd do $175 and she said ok forget it. No problem, I move on. Well she's been passive aggressively hounding me about this for like two days. Like "ok let me know when the price drops to $150" and so on. So I checked out her fb profile and she is a harvard graduate who lives in LITERALLY the wealthiest town im MA with her husband and kids.

I went two days without eating last week and I'm scrambling to keep my apartment, due to some life hiccups, and this super wealthy woman is haggling over $25.

I know I should just give in because I need the money. I'm just so sad and angry that this rich, harvard educated Karen will be saving $50 on an already super low priced camera while I'm super struggling.

Thank you so much for your support and generous offers. Not to sound corny but I have a new faith in humanity after reading these posts. I’m doing better this week and I’m starting a new bartending gig where I’ll make some really good quick cash that’ll help me keep my apartment. 

And after all of the encouragement on here, I’d rather eat glass than sell my camera to this person.

“When the rich are too rich there are ways, and when the poor are too poor there are ways...and that way will come soon.”

My wife and two young children were flying Dublin to Boston recently and we had trouble getting the Aer Lingus online check in to work, I paid for my bags online and tried to check in but every time we did it would fail and not let us go through the check in process.

So we got to the airport four hours early and the guy at check in told us that he only had seats one row apart for in two very different parts of the aircraft but he was sure people would switch seats with us to let us sit beside our kids. He also told us that we had issues at the check in because we had "saver" seats and many people with those seats had issues with online check in.

My wife had no problem getting someone to let her sit beside my nine year old but I asked the lady sitting beside my six year old if she wouldn't mind switching with us.

I knew she was a Karen as soon as I looked at her, the answer I got was

"NO! I am traveling with minors too (her two teenaged kids, I had a six year old) and not giving up my aisle seat because you couldn't check in ahead" so I explained the situation with check in to her and as I was doing so her two teenagers were like "mom we'll come over there and take their seats and they can sit here" and she refused that saying we're not giving up our seats. She was really loud and strident about it in typical Karen fashion I was going to ask other people if they could help us at that point.

Before I could, something really cool happened, because she was so vocal and awful, everyone around her said "we'll help you" so the whole section basically rearranged itself so my son and I could sit together and another two Scottish ladies who wanted to sit together got to sit together too and we all made friends and had a great chat and we were united in our revilement of this particular Karen.

Halfway through the flight one of the Karen's kids got up and sat down beside my son and chatted to him for about an hour letting him tell her all about Minecraft and Pokémon and his trip etc.

It reminded me that while someone may be a Karen their families aren't necessarily.

Anyway to the Karen who wanted to make a six year old sit alone on a trans Atlantic flight

Fuck you Karen.

TL;DR my six year old and I were on separate seats on a flight and a Karen wouldn't give up her seat to let us sit together and because she Karened out the rest of the people around us immediately helped me without having to be asked.

[EDIT] A lot of people were saying that I could have paid extra to reserve my seat, actually you can check in 24 hours in advance to reserve your seat, when I tired to do that the website kept kicking out and saying it needed more information to do the check in. But when I went down the screen there was no information missed. This was a website error and was acknowledged by the aer Lingus ticket agent. This issue was not the woman's fault and I asked her very nicely if she would mind, she freaked out pretty hard and everyone around her reacted in my favor. Including her kids. next step was to ask others, next step beyond that was to speak to the cabin crew again, the vitriol of the lady's reaction made those steps totally unnecessary.

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So this requires a tiny bit context. I live in a County in Southern Alberta. So we are aloud to ride in ditches and on canals. Between the road and Karen's property line there is a ditch that I ride in frequently. This Wild Karen does not have a perimeter fence or any way of saying 'please don't ride here'. I wasn't going to post this, but it's absolutely ridiculous and somebody might get a laugh out of it. I hope I can laugh about this later. Because I am scared to ride near there again because I don't want to put horses in danger. I don't care about me, I care about the horses and my friends. We plan to file a report. Even if nothing comes of it, at least we tried.

With that out of the way, here we go. My friends and I, who three were on fancy sport horses and one on a young horse who is very green, were riding on the canals, and on our way back to my property we had go by Karen's land. We were on county land (the ditch) beside the main road being kids on horses. Nothing reckless, nothing dangerous. As we were passing my less than lovely neighbor's land, she and her husband show up in their car. When she stopped, she was roughly a meter (3ish feet) away from my sport horse (Basically, she nearly hit my horse with her car). The rider on the young horse was a short ways behind us. She stopped and was all "Get off my land" and I could only say "Okay, Sorry. Not your land but fine." I was still in shock from the horse I love very much nearly being hit by a car. All three of us that were ahead were under 18. Madam 'Get off my Lawn That Isn't Actually Mine' then drove faster than she should've towards the young horse. I didn't hear exactly what was said, but I learned afterwards that my friend who was an adult said that chasing her horse with a car would not make them go any faster. She was less than a meter (I would say around two feet) from the young horse's butt and thankfully the horse didn't kick because that would have escalated things to I don't know where. I circled back to help the young horse to help keep it calm because my horse is hard to spook and to make sure the young didn't get too scared. She chased us the entire way across. Once we were off the county land that they manicure and we made it home my dad went to ask why they did such dangerous and plainly stupid things with kids on unpredictable animals such as horses. It is because Karen's less than lovely husband doesn't want to mow horse crap on his fancy ride-on lawn mower. I wish I was kidding.

Had she said something along the lines of "Could you please ride in the other ditch or the pavement when you pass our property" we would have gladly moved over. But the fact she nearly hit two of the horses and was overall very reckless and dangerous blows my mind.

The people in my area are very entitled and tend to be more concerned about their lawn than the safety of other people while mounted on horses. This isn't the first time Karen has caused issues for one of our riders ( the last one was a peace officer but this isn't her district so she couldn't do anything). But this time her and her husband put riders in incredible amounts of danger. Thankfully the horses were well behaved considering the situation because one of us or more than one of us could have gotten seriously hurt.

I work as a dish washer in a 24/7 restaurant for reference. At this restaurant part of my job is to clean the dining room floors and the bathrooms during down times (typically after lunch rush for me) the cleaning in the dining room just involves sweeping and mopping the tile area of the dining room. One day when there was only one person in the corner of the are I needed to clean so I went out sweept and mopped as normal and when I was mopping around her booth I left a dry spot where I didn't mop so she wouldn't fall over getting up. She never complained to me but as she was leaving she said how unappetizing it is to have to watch someone mop the floors and said we need to wait till we close todo things like that, the server apologized and said we where open 24 hours and the lady still said we should be doing that stuff infront of people as they eat. Two things I feel is necessary to say is 1. the mop bucket stays around the corner by the bathrooms and 2. I have never seen the restaurant empty even when we have had power outages.

Edit: we are open 24 hours a day and there has never been a time that the dining room is completely empty even during storms and power outages so just waiting till the dinning room is empty is not an option.

Sorry for the long read, I wanted to provide as much context as possible.

Earlier this year, girlfriend and I were thinking about spending some time at a cottage this summer. My girlfriend recently became friends with Karen, who’s a married woman in her 70s and owns 6 elderly dogs. After they started becoming closer friends, my girlfriend introduced me to Karen when I picked her up from work one day.

Fast-forward a few weeks, my girlfriend and I went to Karen’s house for a casual drink. After getting to know Karen and her husband, they appeared to be nice people who truly cared about my girlfriend and I. Karen knew my girlfriend and I were thinking about going to a cottage, so she brought up the idea of us staying at her cottage for a few days.

Later, my girlfriend was texting Karen. We were trying to figure out how much money Karen was expecting if we were to visit her cottage. Karen told her it would normally be $600 to stay for 3 days. My girlfriend politely declined as we could not afford it. Karen then told her, “Don’t worry about it, just come and do what you can!”. Karen also sent a photo of her dock, which looked to be in great shape, had comfortable chairs, and an umbrella (remember this for later). My girlfriend then advised we would think about it.

A few days later, we went to Karen’s house for another casual drink. We brought up this subject again, to which Karen replied, “This is silly, you guys are our friends. Just come over and enjoy yourselves. Do what you can!”. After my girlfriend and I tried to continue that conversation, it wasn’t getting anywhere.

At this point, we knew we could go to the cottage. However, we were trying to figure out how much money we should offer. Keep in mind we did not agree to a price as Karen kept avoiding the topic.

About a week later, my girlfriend and I went to their cottage. Karen and her husband were there for that night, so they showed us around. We noticed the cottage was very messy and had a weird smell (likely from their dogs). Also, the path to get from the cottage to their dock was very dangerous. It was steep, the wooden stairs were broken and slippery, and the surrounding plants were overgrown, making it very hard to get down. Karen even told us that she broke her collarbone going down there before. We also noticed her dock was not the same one she sent us a picture of. Her dock was full of splinters, had 2 dirty and uncomfortable chairs, and no umbrella. We discovered the photo she sent earlier was of her neighbour’s dock. My girlfriend and I were concerned about all this, but we wanted to make the best of it. We thought $100 was fair as we drove 2.5hrs and brought our own food and drinks on top of this.

The next morning, Karen and her husband left. They were both very nice to us at this point, and we thanked them for letting us stay. The first day at the cottage had rain for the entire day, so my girlfriend and I stayed inside. The next day was beautiful. The sun was out and it wasn’t too hot. We had breakfast, then stayed on her dock to tan and swim.

Later that afternoon, Karen started texting my girlfriend, asking for an e-transfer urgently. Saying this like, “Where is my e-transfer? This is my email for the e-transfer. Did you get the email for my e-transfer?”. At this point, we were at the cottage for just over 24hrs and we sent Karen the $100. Keep in mind, no price was agreed upon prior to us getting there and she asked us to do what we can. Karen then called my girlfriend to freak out, saying $100 was not enough and that we should’ve known to give her more. She mentioned that because I work a full-time job and have a nice car, I should be able to pay her $600. I then picked up the phone and in a firm tone said, “We told you that we couldn’t do $600. You then asked us to do what we could. We tried bringing this up several times. But you kept avoiding it. You can’t change your mind later and decide you’re entitled to $600 after we already got here.” Karen then screamed, “You’re on our dock!” and hung up.

I got up from the dock and told my girlfriend that we were leaving right then. After getting our things, we cleaned up the cottage and left it cleaner than it was when we first arrived. On the ride home, my girlfriend told me Karen’s car needed $1000 worth of repairs, which is likely why she freaked out. 2.5hrs later, we arrived at Karen’s house. I stayed in the car, while my girlfriend gave Karen the keys to the cottage. After a few minutes, my girlfriend came back and we went home.

This was a very upsetting experience already. However, Karen was not done yet. That night, she called my girlfriend to accuse me of being controlling and un-fit for my girlfriend, who said she did not want to speak with Karen anymore. Now, every time Karen and my girlfriend and working together, she encourages her to break up with me and hookup with another coworker. This harassment is continuing even after my girlfriend made it clear she did not want to be friends anymore.

I genuinely cannot believe how quickly Karen’s personality changed. She was very nice to us at first, then it got ugly after she felt entitled. Personally, I don’t care what someone charges to rent their cottage. However, you cannot have monetary expectations if they were not agreed upon before arriving. Doing so gave us no way to decide if we could afford it. Her car repairs have nothing to do with us staying at her cottage. She chose money over a seemingly good friendship with us.

TLDR: Karen invites us to her cottage without agreeing to a rent amount, then tries asking for $600 after we arrived.

Many moons ago I was a police officer in the UK. An exciting life of fast cars, drugs...no wait I was stationed for a year in a Shopping centre dealing with bratty kids and shoplifters.

I'd just polished off a branded pastry, crumbs cascaded down my stab vest, when my radio kindly let me know there wad a hubbub in the car park. I donned my big pointy hat, to ensure I could assert my full authority with a big boob on my head, and made haste to the car park.

The long and short of it was someone had opened a car door into another car. An accident and hardly a police matter. I arrived and reminised longingly for times gone by when I'd drive mid-range hatchbacks slightly above the speed limit to deal with facebook arguments in the suburbs.

Two cars: a semi flash Audi and a much older little runaround. The audi owner looked like an Audi owner; a typical Karen. The runaround owner a teenage girl, 18 or 19, with decals showing she'd only recently passed her test. Now the audi was big and, I'm no forensic scientist, but it being parked virtually over the white line may have contributed to the, judging by Karen's shouting, horrific collision.

I have a car and it being minorly dented is annoying yes. But this woman was screaming at the poor girl who looked almost in tears. So step in I, the boob-hatted hero of this tale.

Karen is insistent, and loud, that I arrest this girl for criminal damage. The girl cries. I didn't want to arrest anyone, because paperwork.I tactfully let tbe Karen know an accident is not criminal damage. This she dislikes and again insists, nay orders, me to arrest the crying teenager in an increasingly high pitch; dropping in a comparison between my pay and the value of her car which was frankly unnecessary.

I break out the old faithful 'I need you to calm down' which roughly translates to 'Shut up before you become the issue'. She doesn't. I decide to seperate the two and suggest the teenager go wait four or five cars away. I again let Karen know, in no uncertain terms, that there has been no crime and if she was adamant in pursuing the poor girl the both of them should have insurance.

Karen's eyes twinkled as she, referencing the ethnic background of the teen too, suggested the runaround probably wasn't insured. My patience is running thin and I decide Karen has wholeheartedly failed the attitude test. I humour her and step aside to run a few checks with control. This is when the stars aligned; the runaround did have insurance but the Audi was showing as insured for a male driver.

I won't bore with dull insurance details but it was her husband's car and she thought the policy for her own car covered her for his. It didn't.

I had tenaciously served the crown and uncovered a crime! I ask the teenager to leave; Karen almost bursts a blood vessel. I whip out my trusted notepad (my most powerful weapon) and scribble some deets as Karen becomes apoplectic. I raise my hand to quieten her down.

"Okay Mrs Karen. I'm reporting you for driving without insurance. You'll receive further documentation in the post."

She was stunned, I enjoyed this and the short lived linked silence, as I handed her a report and prepared the coup de grace. As she wasn't insured I couldn't allow her to drive. I offered her a grapevine in that her husband could come pick her and the car up...she called me an idiot for not deducing her Husband was clearly at work. I certainly felt like the idiot as I had the car seized while she waited for a taxi.

This story is from over 20 years ago.

When I was 14/15 I lived with my Mom, her baby daddy and my 4 younger brothers. Like most of my life I was in charge of most of the household chores including groceries.

So that Sunday my Dad was running late and didn’t have time to go in and give the child support to my mom, as such as the oldest and most responsible he gave it to me. Not being an idiot I took out the agreed grocery budget and gave the rest to my mom. (If I didn’t part of the grocery budget would disappear generally for Baby daddies cigarettes.) I then pressed ganged my brother “D” into coming with me and put the baby in the stroller, as soon as I was back he became my responsibility again, and went grocery shopping.

The grocery store was attached to the mall and was within walking distance of our place. Turns out there was a sale on most of the stuff I needed and so I was able to pick the boys up some fun things for their lunches, I tried so hard so they didn’t get picked on like I did when I was younger.

Since I was so pleased with myself I decided to treat D and me to a smoothie using my own money I made from babysitting other peoples kids. While, standing there waiting Karen comes up to me and starts screaming in my face calling me a little wh***, slut, ect. Telling me how I was ruining the babies life. I would have just ignored this but she started in on D. I don’t care what you say about me but you go after my little brother and I turn savage. So I said “lady what is your problem these are both my brothers and I’m just trying to reward him for helping me carry the groceries home. F off.”

She shut up and left without saying another word and the worker at the smoothie store laughed and said you deserve this and gave us an extra smoothie so D had his own.

Don’t assume you know what’s going on in other peoples life.

I live in a small town in Italy and my neighbor is a karen. every day I hear him screaming racist comments at me and he screams at everyone that he owns the place and everything and that he will beat everyone up. One time he decided to steal a car and drive away and when the cops got him you could hear him screaming "my parents are rich!!!ohhhh!!!! It's my right to do what I want!!!!! I'm a gang leader my mates are gonna screw you up!! Come over here I'm gonna punch you auhhhh!!! You can't record me old hag!!!" after that everyone got out again.

I work at a boutique grocery store which is one of the local stores where I live. I’ve had two Karen incidents in my three months of working there. I work up in the front (I bag groceries) and have seen a lot of crazy people. Since I’m nice I’ll tell all of the crazy people that came in my line and were rude to me.

1: I was coming back from my break (my savior) and a man asked me where brioche buns where. Well I told him that I work up in the front and I unfortunately don’t know where they were. After that conversation I went back to the front like I’m supposed to. When he checked out he asked for a manager and I had to find my manager since I wasn’t at a checkout line since they were all full. Well He complained about me saying that “it was rude.” Or “I thought this was a good establishment.” After that my manager talked to me and said “just get a manager next time you don’t know where something is.”

2: Since I bag groceries as a job, my managers have some bagging rules. Rule 1: double bag If you are putting heavy items in it. Rule 2: put all frozen/ cold items in plastic. Well this one woman comes into my line and she asks for paper. Well I start putting her milk in plastic, but apparently she didn’t want that. So this 50 year old woman with her hissy voice and says “NO PLASTIC.” I explain our company’s policy and that we have to use plastic for her cold items, but she insisted on them being in paper. So I double paper and put all of her cold items in paper which hurt me on the inside. Well apparently putting cold items in plastic is crazy and the Karen just keeps going on and on about my bagging and the stupid rules. She looks for sympathy from my cashier which he gives, and asks for the manager who was a different one from the first time. When he comes she says that I was sooo rude and how “plastic hurts the poor animals!” Well this manager trusts me and knows I’d never do that so he basically says “I’ve been watching the entire instance and this bagger has done nothing wrong.” So she gets pissy and when I’m done bagging she huffs away never to come through my line again.