Interacting with strangers is a curious thing: Two people with a lifetime of experiences… thoughts, ideals, goals, and passions; colliding together for a single moment (or mere moments), resulting in each person forming the static two-dimensional projection that is their impression of the other person.
How was that person in that moment? There are so many ways to define or categorize this: Were they amiable or antagonistic? If antagonistic, was that born from a lack of understanding — or a conflicting opinion or target goal? Who is to say what stresses or thoughts were affecting them at that moment that caused them to act in the way they did? I think it's pretty safe to say — if we're being completely honest with ourselves — that each of us has probably acted, at one point or another, in ways that were (otherwise) uncharacteristic of ourselves or didn't give the impression we would have liked to have given. Is there a chance that we've been the "Karen" or "Entitled Person" in someone else's life? Are we doomed to live forever in that moment in their mind?
Perhaps the people in this post don't deserve such consideration, but then again — maybe they do. Who am I to say? I'm just the guy dropping some philosophical thoughts that you didn't sign up for at the start of a list of images on the internet.
Keep reading for this collection of Entitled People, Karens, and Choosing Beggars. For more, check out this earlier collection.
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(As a side note, if this is something that is actually going away, then I consider it to be an absolute tragedy. I have fond memories of eating obscene amounts of breadsticks as a teenager.)
via u/EthereumChad2point0
The other day, I was waiting in line at a pharmacy at about 21:00 and a middle-aged male Karen was bitching and whining to the pharmacist about his doctor mistakenly prescribing the wrong meds for his ill child. He demanded that the pharmacist sell him a medication he didn’t have a prescription for anyway.
The pharmacist told him he can’t sell him any prescription meds without a prescription (shocker). He suggested he contact the doctor. The Karen started yelling “I can’t reach any doctor right now at night, you need to do your job give me the damn medication! My child is sick! Are you not ashamed of yourself? My son is sick!” The pharmacist repeated, “sorry, I cannot give you the medication without a prescription. There is nothing I can do.” I’m pretty sure selling him the medication absent a prescription is punishable by imprisonment.
The male Karen yelled “who the f**k do you think you are? Do you know who I am? Do you know who you’re f**king with?! You people need to learn how to use your brains and improvise, that’s your f**king job!” Yes, it’s totally a pharmacists job to prescribe medications. Bear in mind that there are no in-pharmacy clinics in my country like those of CVS, so there was truly no one there who could prescribe it. The pharmacist stood his ground and the male Karen concluded by asking for his first and last name so that he could “get him fired.”
Bud, if you’re that worried about your child, go to the ER or urgent care instead of pressuring a f**king pharmacist to commit a crime that could ruin his life lol.
"She keeps blocking everyone commenting telling her she's paying poverty wages. On her own page, she charges $40 a night for childcare while turning around and asking for just $25 a day for her own child."
via u/bonsaitreehugger
I was flying last week and got up to use the bathroom, and the girl behind me is giving me a death glare. I didn't think anything of it and used the bathroom. I get back, and this girl angrily explains to me that she is trying to sleep on the tray, which is connected to my seat, and that I'm shaking the seat.
I assured her that I was not shaking the seat, that I was merely using it, and that sometimes the seat will move, such as when I get up to use the bathroom, lean down to get something, or adjust my posture. She was not having it, insistent that I was being so rude, using my chair which she was apparently claiming was now her pillow.
She called for a flight attendant and angrily explained the situation. The flight attendant responded, "Ma'am, what do you want me to do? Ask him not to use his chair? He's allowed to use his chair."
Unbelievable! I wasn't even reclining!
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