Do good and good will come to you. We are taught to help others whenever and however we can. Random acts of kindness are part of being human. But what happens when we get burnt in the process? Do we continue to do good or do we throw in the towel? It largely depends on how much you can take, and how badly you got taken advantage of.
When someone asked, "What was your ‘F*** it, done helping others’ moment?" there was no shortage of answers. Netizens flocked to the comments to share their personal stories of being f-d over by the very people they had tried to help. From the despicable to the astonishing to the almost unbelievable, like someone lying about having cancer, these tales might have you questioning your faith in humanity.
Bored Panda has put together a list of the best for you to scroll through while you contemplate whether or not you want to help the next person in need. Let us know in the comments if you've ever been done a dirty by someone you set out to assist. To balance things out, we've also added some info on why it does pay to help others. You'll find that between the images.
#1
One day I found a puppy, dirty, hungry, and just scared and lost. I gave him a good meal, and some love, and went to drop him off at the address on his collar.
The dude thanked me, then proceeded to beat the c**p out of the dog (telling me to mind my own business when I tried to get him to stop), carried him by his collar to a 5 ft short chain in a muddy patch with a crappy broken 3-wall "doghouse" where im guessing the dog spent 100% of it's time.
I called the cops, but they did nothing (the dog technically had shelter, which qualifies bc 3 walls and a roof, even if it was filled with holes and it gets 20° at night here.)
ps. I stole the dog 3 weeks later.
The dude thanked me, then proceeded to beat the c**p out of the dog (telling me to mind my own business when I tried to get him to stop), carried him by his collar to a 5 ft short chain in a muddy patch with a crappy broken 3-wall "doghouse" where im guessing the dog spent 100% of it's time.
I called the cops, but they did nothing (the dog technically had shelter, which qualifies bc 3 walls and a roof, even if it was filled with holes and it gets 20° at night here.)
ps. I stole the dog 3 weeks later.
155points
Many of us have been there. We're going through our own sh*t but someone reaches out and asks us for help. We agree. Because that's what good people do.
It doesn't take long before we regret our decision. Maybe we were lied to, or the person did something unthinkable. We tell ourselves, "never again," but of course, we do help someone again.
Because that's what good people do...
#2
I was 17 and still in school. The corridors were empty as my teacher sent me out to go do her a job. So I was just walking down the corridor when this girl carrying a bunch of books bumped into me and she dropped the books (like you see in a movie) so I apologise because I wasn’t really paying attention and I bend down and get the books for her and hand them to her expecting at least a small thanks. But no. Instead this chick had to say “I have a boyfriend so never ever purposely bump into me just so I can talk to you. You should’ve walked away.” As she begins to turn away I grab her shoulder which makes her turn around and I knock the books out of her hand and say “now that was on purpose” and I walked away whilst she was stood there speechless. Some of you may think that was messed up but I don’t really regret a single bit of it as she got was she deserved.
98points
#3
My mother and her new husband had moved into a new place and invited all the "kids" over for Christmas.
In previous years we would buy a whole turkey dinner from somewhere so no one (me) had to cook, so imagine my surprise when my husband and I walk in, my mother walks out of the kitchen, hands me a spoon and says, "Good, you're finally here", and goes to sit down in the living room.
After a quick and awkward conversation, it was determined that my job was to make sure everything currently in progress (or not even started) got to the table on time, while everyone else socialized. Basically, I was the help and should have realized that, so any feelings I had about that were my fault. I was a good cook, and my mother taught me everything (not) so I owed her.
So I did, and not knowing the family dynamics, my new step siblings were very thankful and appreciative of all my efforts, which caused a meltdown from my mother about how we all should be thanking HER.
That was the first time I used a phrase that has come in handy for these situations, "I'm so sorry, it will never happen again."
And it never did. They weren't happy when they finally realized what that meant.
In previous years we would buy a whole turkey dinner from somewhere so no one (me) had to cook, so imagine my surprise when my husband and I walk in, my mother walks out of the kitchen, hands me a spoon and says, "Good, you're finally here", and goes to sit down in the living room.
After a quick and awkward conversation, it was determined that my job was to make sure everything currently in progress (or not even started) got to the table on time, while everyone else socialized. Basically, I was the help and should have realized that, so any feelings I had about that were my fault. I was a good cook, and my mother taught me everything (not) so I owed her.
So I did, and not knowing the family dynamics, my new step siblings were very thankful and appreciative of all my efforts, which caused a meltdown from my mother about how we all should be thanking HER.
That was the first time I used a phrase that has come in handy for these situations, "I'm so sorry, it will never happen again."
And it never did. They weren't happy when they finally realized what that meant.
86points
It might feel hard to trust anyone after being screwed over. But it is possible. Plus, there is scientific proof that helping others, and being kind, benefits us in more ways than we might realize.
Studies show that being kind can reduce stress, improve your mood, self-esteem and happiness. That's according to Mark Rowland, the CEO of the U.K.-based Mental Health Foundation.
#4
I often donate to causes I feel strongly about and still do to this day, now typically it may not be a ton of money ($20/month as an example) but my rule is, if they contact you for more money you're likely going to have to discontinue.
One group called me and basically belittled the amount of money I was giving saying they really need people who are contributing $100/month or more, or large one time donations. I immediately told them to stop any further payments from autopay and to stop contacting me. It makes me reconsider charitable giving all together.
One group called me and basically belittled the amount of money I was giving saying they really need people who are contributing $100/month or more, or large one time donations. I immediately told them to stop any further payments from autopay and to stop contacting me. It makes me reconsider charitable giving all together.
77points
#5
When a "good" friend of mine that I worked under had cancer and wasn't able to pay some bills I loaned her $200 just to help. I was only 18 at the time and felt bad because she had kids, it was right around the holidays and was I just wanted to help however I could and be a good person in life. She promised to pay me back when she could.
Turns out she lied about having cancer, was stealing from the company I worked at, scammed my other co workers, and would come in after calling out of work for her chemo to make fraudulent returns while I was overseeing the store by myself because of her calling out.
Got that b***h fired and got promoted to her position after.
Turns out she lied about having cancer, was stealing from the company I worked at, scammed my other co workers, and would come in after calling out of work for her chemo to make fraudulent returns while I was overseeing the store by myself because of her calling out.
Got that b***h fired and got promoted to her position after.
69points
#6
Had a friend years ago who was a bit self centered & prone to stretching the truth, but he was a nice enough guy with a rough backstory and my friend group liked him, so I cut him a lot of slack.
I like to host and I have friends staying over pretty regularly -- back then, I usually had one or two people spending the night on any given day.
Anyhow, over the span of a couple of years this guy starts abusing that -- staying over for days or even weeks at a time, eating my food and drinking my liquor without contributing, that sort of thing ... While constantly talking about his grand plans and day dreams as if they'd already happened. A little sad, but also pretty annoying after a while.
Anyhow, I sit him down one day and let him know he's gotta head home, and that he's free to come over and hang out but I'm not comfortable with him staying over for the time being. He leaves, I think it went remarkably well and head out to work...
...and it turns out that he broke in while I was away at work and stole a bunch of my sister's things because "his birthday was coming up and neither of us even thought to get him a gift."
It takes a special person to rationalize how *burglarizing someone is really their fault*.
Anyway, all slack and sympathy went out the window immediately ... Called the cops and he's dead to me.
I like to host and I have friends staying over pretty regularly -- back then, I usually had one or two people spending the night on any given day.
Anyhow, over the span of a couple of years this guy starts abusing that -- staying over for days or even weeks at a time, eating my food and drinking my liquor without contributing, that sort of thing ... While constantly talking about his grand plans and day dreams as if they'd already happened. A little sad, but also pretty annoying after a while.
Anyhow, I sit him down one day and let him know he's gotta head home, and that he's free to come over and hang out but I'm not comfortable with him staying over for the time being. He leaves, I think it went remarkably well and head out to work...
...and it turns out that he broke in while I was away at work and stole a bunch of my sister's things because "his birthday was coming up and neither of us even thought to get him a gift."
It takes a special person to rationalize how *burglarizing someone is really their fault*.
Anyway, all slack and sympathy went out the window immediately ... Called the cops and he's dead to me.
63points
Rowland defines kindness as choosing to do something that helps others or yourself, motivated by genuine warm feelings.
"Kindness, or doing good, often means putting other people’s needs before our own," writes Rowland. "It could be by giving up our seat on a bus to someone who might need it more, or offering to make a cup of tea for someone at work."
#7
I was working at a fast food place when I was a student. I usually did overtime to help everyone clean up and close the restaurant until about 1am because we were so understaffed.
I guess people got used to me staying late because one night when I was supposed to finish at 11, I overheard some of my colleagues (the stereotypical mean girls) say how bad the clients had cluttered everything tonight and how it was going to be a mess to clean up. Then they say 'but hey, [me] is gonna stay late tonight again, let's leave it to her, she always does the cleaning anyways', followed by laughing and some b******g about me.
That night I clocked out at 11 after doing all of my tasks at the counter and left. The girls stared at me in shock and when I was outside I saw one of them standing in the middle of the restaurant with her hand on her forehead, looking at the mess she would have to clean before going home.
Weirdly, after that day, they started cleaning earlier without waiting for me to do everything!
I guess people got used to me staying late because one night when I was supposed to finish at 11, I overheard some of my colleagues (the stereotypical mean girls) say how bad the clients had cluttered everything tonight and how it was going to be a mess to clean up. Then they say 'but hey, [me] is gonna stay late tonight again, let's leave it to her, she always does the cleaning anyways', followed by laughing and some b******g about me.
That night I clocked out at 11 after doing all of my tasks at the counter and left. The girls stared at me in shock and when I was outside I saw one of them standing in the middle of the restaurant with her hand on her forehead, looking at the mess she would have to clean before going home.
Weirdly, after that day, they started cleaning earlier without waiting for me to do everything!
62points
#8
Was donating baby/toddler clothes to a mom in need through one of those Facebook donating pages. She didn't have a car, I did so I drove 30 minutes away to deliver the stuff all for free. Got in a bad accident less than 5 blocks from her house. So I texted her to see if she could come get what she was able to because my car was totaled. She wouldn't walk the 4 blocks then reported me to the group and got me kicked out for "not following through". I ended up with a fractured sternum, yeah F**k that s**t, never again.
61points
#9
This is more specific to the teeny-tiny town I used to live in. Used to believe I was valued by the community. Used to actually believe in that community spirit, that soul, if you will. I had seen it and participated in it.
When I left my marriage of almost 13 years, there had been about ten years of domestic violence. I well and truly thought the community would help me out if I needed it and reached out, as I had seen so many other times in the 15 years I had lived there. Nope, got quite the opposite. Nobody believed me. People who I thought were friends disappeared. People who I thought were friends played the, ‘It wasn’t really *that* bad was it?’ card. People that I thought I could trust to help keep me safe by not tell anyone where I was living went straight to my a****r with that info. Hardly anyone would even speak to me, even just to say hi, when I needed acknowledgement most.
F**k all of those f***s.
When I left my marriage of almost 13 years, there had been about ten years of domestic violence. I well and truly thought the community would help me out if I needed it and reached out, as I had seen so many other times in the 15 years I had lived there. Nope, got quite the opposite. Nobody believed me. People who I thought were friends disappeared. People who I thought were friends played the, ‘It wasn’t really *that* bad was it?’ card. People that I thought I could trust to help keep me safe by not tell anyone where I was living went straight to my a****r with that info. Hardly anyone would even speak to me, even just to say hi, when I needed acknowledgement most.
F**k all of those f***s.
57points
Even if you're disappointed by those you've helped in the past, it still pays to be kind in the future. Many people don’t realise the impact a different perspective can have on their outlook on life, says Rowland.
"There is some evidence that being aware of our own acts of kindness, as well as the things we are grateful for, can increase feelings of happiness, optimism and satisfaction," he explains. "Doing good may help you to have a more positive outlook about your own circumstances."
#10
Alright, my time to shine.
Had a friend, call him Mark, who was going through a breakup and needed a place to stay for a couple weeks while he landed a new apartment. I just bought a place with enough room so sure, what the h**l. Honestly just happy to see him getting out of the toxic relationship, so whatever I can do. The lease is running out for them, he just wants to spend the last weeks searching up a new spot instead of fighting. I sympathize, crash here.
Well... They worked it out, or "decided to keep trying." The lease is still running out though, so can they both stay here those two weeks while they search? They'll keep to my spare room, they say. Only bring the minimum of things they need, they say. Won't even know they're there, they say. Hoo boy! These are now red flag phrases for me forevermore.
Of course I'm also going to help them move. Mark works long hours and the girlfriend, "Laura", can't drive, so I'll head to their old place after work on moving day, help load up the truck and then drive it to storage - you know, all those non-essentials they won't be bringing to my place. Mark will get home by the time I'm back, movers will show up for the heaviest stuff, we'll get them into my place and it's a done deal. Holy s**t I was so naive.
I get there on time. Laura is just getting out of a long bath, because she really wanted to soak up the apartment on her last day there. Nothing is packed. She's puttering around in a robe, lazily and haphazardly tossing things into boxes at random. The clock is ticking on the movers, the truck rental, and the hours at the storage place. So what can I do but help get s**t into boxes? Laura directs me on generally where said s**t goes.
It's not until Mark gets home that I realize how badly this is going; remember all the stuff that's supposed to be going into storage and not my home? It's boxed up with the essentials, the stuff going to my home. So now 90% of their stuff has to come with and they'll sort it out into storage "ASAP." Just like "two weeks" this is a phrase that actually stands for "whenever."
Hours of moving later, I got them started getting things inside my place and left to meet an out of town friend -- had anything been done according to plan, we would have been done by that time anyway, and this was already an abuse of my generous nature, so I wasn't going to skip this social occasion. I found out later they were moving in until 3am.
Fast forward. My friend staying for 2 weeks has turned into my friend, his a*****e girlfriend, and their dog staying for 3 weeks... Then 4... With no apparent end in sight, because they're applying for certain kinds of housing and the approvals keep falling through. Fed up, I finally said as politely as possible, "here is your move out date. If you're not approved the week before this, figure out plan B because I need my house."
Well the week of reckoning finally arrives, and Laura tells me they're waiting on final approval (and that she could finally get in the last of the paperwork, now that I had brought her some envelopes from my office to send in the forms with...) and that it should be resolved in two more weeks.
Two. *More*. Weeks.
So I said "bummer, where you going to live for the week in between?"
She did not take this well. Pouted, waited to get Mark alone to tell him how offended she was, and instruct him to tell me to apologize to her... Which I laughed at and refused. She then started a text-based tirade against me for throwing them out, being a s****y friend, "sorry we needed help" woe is me, etc etc. This spun up into a full narcissist meltdown over a few hours and crossed more lines than I care to remember as she accused me of being every kind of s****y character you can name.
They moved out the next day and I changed the locks that night. Moved in with her dad for the interim, which it turns out was an option all along, just not as cushy for Laura's ego as squatting at mine.
Sometime in week 5 we all agreed that with this dragging on as long as it did, I needed some rent from them for the second month. Never saw a dime. When they broke up for good a couple months after, Mark had the b***s to call me up, try to insist on a face-to-face meeting to "brainstorm places for him to stay." F**k no, Mark. You're hundreds of dollars and at least one apology in the hole already, and I can't trust you not to wedge into my house long-term anyway.
Last time I'll ever have roommates. Last time I'll ignore my gut feeling to be generous to a fault, too.
Had a friend, call him Mark, who was going through a breakup and needed a place to stay for a couple weeks while he landed a new apartment. I just bought a place with enough room so sure, what the h**l. Honestly just happy to see him getting out of the toxic relationship, so whatever I can do. The lease is running out for them, he just wants to spend the last weeks searching up a new spot instead of fighting. I sympathize, crash here.
Well... They worked it out, or "decided to keep trying." The lease is still running out though, so can they both stay here those two weeks while they search? They'll keep to my spare room, they say. Only bring the minimum of things they need, they say. Won't even know they're there, they say. Hoo boy! These are now red flag phrases for me forevermore.
Of course I'm also going to help them move. Mark works long hours and the girlfriend, "Laura", can't drive, so I'll head to their old place after work on moving day, help load up the truck and then drive it to storage - you know, all those non-essentials they won't be bringing to my place. Mark will get home by the time I'm back, movers will show up for the heaviest stuff, we'll get them into my place and it's a done deal. Holy s**t I was so naive.
I get there on time. Laura is just getting out of a long bath, because she really wanted to soak up the apartment on her last day there. Nothing is packed. She's puttering around in a robe, lazily and haphazardly tossing things into boxes at random. The clock is ticking on the movers, the truck rental, and the hours at the storage place. So what can I do but help get s**t into boxes? Laura directs me on generally where said s**t goes.
It's not until Mark gets home that I realize how badly this is going; remember all the stuff that's supposed to be going into storage and not my home? It's boxed up with the essentials, the stuff going to my home. So now 90% of their stuff has to come with and they'll sort it out into storage "ASAP." Just like "two weeks" this is a phrase that actually stands for "whenever."
Hours of moving later, I got them started getting things inside my place and left to meet an out of town friend -- had anything been done according to plan, we would have been done by that time anyway, and this was already an abuse of my generous nature, so I wasn't going to skip this social occasion. I found out later they were moving in until 3am.
Fast forward. My friend staying for 2 weeks has turned into my friend, his a*****e girlfriend, and their dog staying for 3 weeks... Then 4... With no apparent end in sight, because they're applying for certain kinds of housing and the approvals keep falling through. Fed up, I finally said as politely as possible, "here is your move out date. If you're not approved the week before this, figure out plan B because I need my house."
Well the week of reckoning finally arrives, and Laura tells me they're waiting on final approval (and that she could finally get in the last of the paperwork, now that I had brought her some envelopes from my office to send in the forms with...) and that it should be resolved in two more weeks.
Two. *More*. Weeks.
So I said "bummer, where you going to live for the week in between?"
She did not take this well. Pouted, waited to get Mark alone to tell him how offended she was, and instruct him to tell me to apologize to her... Which I laughed at and refused. She then started a text-based tirade against me for throwing them out, being a s****y friend, "sorry we needed help" woe is me, etc etc. This spun up into a full narcissist meltdown over a few hours and crossed more lines than I care to remember as she accused me of being every kind of s****y character you can name.
They moved out the next day and I changed the locks that night. Moved in with her dad for the interim, which it turns out was an option all along, just not as cushy for Laura's ego as squatting at mine.
Sometime in week 5 we all agreed that with this dragging on as long as it did, I needed some rent from them for the second month. Never saw a dime. When they broke up for good a couple months after, Mark had the b***s to call me up, try to insist on a face-to-face meeting to "brainstorm places for him to stay." F**k no, Mark. You're hundreds of dollars and at least one apology in the hole already, and I can't trust you not to wedge into my house long-term anyway.
Last time I'll ever have roommates. Last time I'll ignore my gut feeling to be generous to a fault, too.
53points
#11
The day I realized that no one wanted to help me in return.
Look it's not about doing something for someone to get something back and I will ALWAYS help whoever I can that needs it. But when the same people **consistently** ask for help or money or what have you, without actually wanting to help you when you need it, or just hang out or be friendly in general, it's a huge red flag.
Look it's not about doing something for someone to get something back and I will ALWAYS help whoever I can that needs it. But when the same people **consistently** ask for help or money or what have you, without actually wanting to help you when you need it, or just hang out or be friendly in general, it's a huge red flag.
49points
#12
I'm a teacher. A parent of a former student contacted me in an emergency situation, couldn't afford to pay bills, and needed help. She was super helpful to me in my first year teaching, so I asked friends and family to help out and raised her about $2,000. Never again. She has contacted me every few weeks since then, always with a new reason why she needs more money (and when I offer food and clothing resources, she refuses it). It has placed me in such an awkward situation and I regret ever trying to help her out in the first place.
46points
#13
I had a pickup truck, and anyone with a truck knows that means all of a sudden everyone and their cousin that is moving wants help.
I'm fine with that. I had ground rules, and I didn't stray from them. You pack the s**t, I just put it in the truck and move it to the new place. You tell me where the box goes, and once its down thats the end. Got a lot of pizza and beer, and cash back in the day.
But no no, thats not the direction of this story. I had an old acquaintance from school. We weren't close, in fact he was a bit of a bully, but he seemed chill enough almost 15 years later. He asked me if I still had a truck, and if I could tow his car someplace. I said sure, throw me a couple bucks and rent a trailer and I'm your guy. Have the rental arranged, and I'll show up with a hitch and we're off to the races. I told him here that I work midnight's, and I'm gonna be tired, so the faster its over the better for me.
Well, I showed up, and he didn't have the trailer. OK, fine. We go get the trailer, and head over to his place. We get the car in, its all dandy. I ask where we're going. We're going 2 hours away. OK, that sucks. Just gonna race the car at the drag strip 2 hours away, do a couple runs and we'll head back.
My phone died, and my truck didn't have a clock. F**k. Hes off racing his shitbox, and I can't find him anywhere. I finally manage to find him, had to be 4 hours later, and tell him its time to go. He says sure, just one more rip up the track. Fine. He disappears again, can't find him. I've got the truck running at this point, ready to tell him getting the trailer and the car back is his problem unless we leave right now.
I'm exhausted. I barely slept, and I'm cranky. I see him flashing a big huge wad of cash. I think, well, at least I'm gonna get paid a decent chunk for my efforts. We get the car loaded up, and head back the 2 hours to our city. Drop the car off, drop the trailer off, and drop him off. He says thanks, and gives me 10 bucks.
I'm astounded. I tell him "dude, this doesn't even cover gas. It was supposed to be a half hour, and it was pretty much all day." He goes "well, its all I've got on me, sorry man"
And that was the last time I ever hauled a car. F**k that guy, god just typing this out made me pissed off.
I'm fine with that. I had ground rules, and I didn't stray from them. You pack the s**t, I just put it in the truck and move it to the new place. You tell me where the box goes, and once its down thats the end. Got a lot of pizza and beer, and cash back in the day.
But no no, thats not the direction of this story. I had an old acquaintance from school. We weren't close, in fact he was a bit of a bully, but he seemed chill enough almost 15 years later. He asked me if I still had a truck, and if I could tow his car someplace. I said sure, throw me a couple bucks and rent a trailer and I'm your guy. Have the rental arranged, and I'll show up with a hitch and we're off to the races. I told him here that I work midnight's, and I'm gonna be tired, so the faster its over the better for me.
Well, I showed up, and he didn't have the trailer. OK, fine. We go get the trailer, and head over to his place. We get the car in, its all dandy. I ask where we're going. We're going 2 hours away. OK, that sucks. Just gonna race the car at the drag strip 2 hours away, do a couple runs and we'll head back.
My phone died, and my truck didn't have a clock. F**k. Hes off racing his shitbox, and I can't find him anywhere. I finally manage to find him, had to be 4 hours later, and tell him its time to go. He says sure, just one more rip up the track. Fine. He disappears again, can't find him. I've got the truck running at this point, ready to tell him getting the trailer and the car back is his problem unless we leave right now.
I'm exhausted. I barely slept, and I'm cranky. I see him flashing a big huge wad of cash. I think, well, at least I'm gonna get paid a decent chunk for my efforts. We get the car loaded up, and head back the 2 hours to our city. Drop the car off, drop the trailer off, and drop him off. He says thanks, and gives me 10 bucks.
I'm astounded. I tell him "dude, this doesn't even cover gas. It was supposed to be a half hour, and it was pretty much all day." He goes "well, its all I've got on me, sorry man"
And that was the last time I ever hauled a car. F**k that guy, god just typing this out made me pissed off.
45points
#14
Had a newish neighbor ask if he could borrow our lawn mower....sure. Well more or less every week he would come and get it out of our garage, use it to cut his grass, put it away without cleaning it or adding gas. In the fall we "mentioned" it was a good time to get deals on a new mower. He never talked to us again.
39points
#15
I used to frequently stay late at work for clients who showed up to the veterinary clinic last-minute with a non-emergency problem and no appointment. Then three times in a row, three different people were told up front about the after hours fee, agreed to pay it instead of scheduling an appointment for the next day, and all of them called back the next day fussing that they shouldn’t have been charged extra for keeping us 30-60 minutes past our scheduled hours and that we were terrible and trying to scam them by charging for our time (even though we told them up front and they had another option). It was exhausting and demoralizing- we did more than we had to for them after already working a full day because a desire to help is why we’re all here in the first place, and they responded by saying our time was worth nothing and we suck. The entire staff said “f**k that.”
Now - unless it’s a literal life and death situation - if we can’t fit someone in before closing and they didn’t have an appointment it’s a firm no. I’m in this profession to help others and I still work late for real emergencies when they happen or if an appointment runs longer than expected, but I’m done sacrificing my personal time for entitled people who don’t actually need it.
Edited to clarify: The people did pay, but they were calling later to complain about it and demand a refund or say they were cancelling the transaction on their card. Instead of dealing with the headache anymore we stopped giving non-emergency walk-ins the option of being seen after hours. No animals were harmed and the staff (and their families) are all much happier.
Now - unless it’s a literal life and death situation - if we can’t fit someone in before closing and they didn’t have an appointment it’s a firm no. I’m in this profession to help others and I still work late for real emergencies when they happen or if an appointment runs longer than expected, but I’m done sacrificing my personal time for entitled people who don’t actually need it.
Edited to clarify: The people did pay, but they were calling later to complain about it and demand a refund or say they were cancelling the transaction on their card. Instead of dealing with the headache anymore we stopped giving non-emergency walk-ins the option of being seen after hours. No animals were harmed and the staff (and their families) are all much happier.
38points
#16
We were asleep one night with window open. We wake up bc there is a couple walking down the road arguing. The girl is closer than the guy. Next thing we know the girl is banging on door begging to come in. We call police. They get there and couple gone.
They tell us that’s a common ruse being used in area to get you to open door so they can rob you.
They tell us that’s a common ruse being used in area to get you to open door so they can rob you.
37points
#17
In freshman year of college, my friend of about two years got kicked out of his parents house. He said he needed somewhere to stay "for the night" till his parents cooled off.
I said you can stay a week if you want but more than that and you'll need to pay me rent (he made pretty good money, more than me even). I was kind of hoping to find someone to split the bills with anyway.
A week rolls by and he hasn't even looked for another place. His parents aren't letting him come back.
I ask him if he's going to stay, he says "if it's alright with you" I say sure, just pay me half the cost of the apt every month. He said he can't (I know d**n well he can). I say "well then you gotta go"
He asked if he could stay another week. I said no. He got pissed at me for that. I then got pissed at him for getting pissed at me. I gave you a place to stay and you are mad at me??? Totally ended the friendship.
Never let anyone into your place unless you have a signed contract.
I said you can stay a week if you want but more than that and you'll need to pay me rent (he made pretty good money, more than me even). I was kind of hoping to find someone to split the bills with anyway.
A week rolls by and he hasn't even looked for another place. His parents aren't letting him come back.
I ask him if he's going to stay, he says "if it's alright with you" I say sure, just pay me half the cost of the apt every month. He said he can't (I know d**n well he can). I say "well then you gotta go"
He asked if he could stay another week. I said no. He got pissed at me for that. I then got pissed at him for getting pissed at me. I gave you a place to stay and you are mad at me??? Totally ended the friendship.
Never let anyone into your place unless you have a signed contract.
37points
#18
We have helped out my sister n law a few times with money/bills. Never a lot, $50 here, $100 there. Usually for some bill to avoid services being cut off. I’m usually the more heartfelt one in my marriage, but I ended up being the one to put my foot down.
Went over to her apartment once. She had two big flat screen TVs, new couch, new fridge, kids on PlayStation or whatever console she got them. It was all Rent-a-Center stuff, but that was the end for me. I didn’t have any of those things myself, not to mention the incredibly bad financial decision those things were with the h**h interest rate. Part of me felt like I was taking food out of her kids mouths, but realized that no, her poor decisions was doing that.
Edit: Wow! Thanks for all the support (and awards)! The situation, on both sides, is way more complicated than I can put into just a couple paragraphs as you can imagine. I want to help others and still do, but it is hard to keep supporting those that refuse to make any attempts to help themselves. I mentioned below she has started to do things differently. We’ve since lent her money again and she has always paid us back when she said she would. She still has a long way to go and a lot of challenges ahead of her, but we love her and will support her efforts as best we can.
Went over to her apartment once. She had two big flat screen TVs, new couch, new fridge, kids on PlayStation or whatever console she got them. It was all Rent-a-Center stuff, but that was the end for me. I didn’t have any of those things myself, not to mention the incredibly bad financial decision those things were with the h**h interest rate. Part of me felt like I was taking food out of her kids mouths, but realized that no, her poor decisions was doing that.
Edit: Wow! Thanks for all the support (and awards)! The situation, on both sides, is way more complicated than I can put into just a couple paragraphs as you can imagine. I want to help others and still do, but it is hard to keep supporting those that refuse to make any attempts to help themselves. I mentioned below she has started to do things differently. We’ve since lent her money again and she has always paid us back when she said she would. She still has a long way to go and a lot of challenges ahead of her, but we love her and will support her efforts as best we can.
32points
#19
Not me but my parents.
My cousin moved in with us for two years when I was a kid, she's 18 years older than me. She ended up being a d**g a****t that smoked in the house, stole money, couldn't hold down a job, and mercilessly picked on my sister and I until the day she got kicked out.
That was almost 30 years ago. To this day my parents refuse to let anyone move in because they "just need a place to stay until they're back on their feet.".
My cousin moved in with us for two years when I was a kid, she's 18 years older than me. She ended up being a d**g a****t that smoked in the house, stole money, couldn't hold down a job, and mercilessly picked on my sister and I until the day she got kicked out.
That was almost 30 years ago. To this day my parents refuse to let anyone move in because they "just need a place to stay until they're back on their feet.".
29points
#20
I once had to make an HTML website for a school project in highschool. Since I sucked with computers and our teacher didn't actually teach us anything I asked a friend who was good with computers to make the webpage for me. My friend did an awesome job so I thought I'd be a sport and help the rest of the class who were as clueless as I was, and share 'my project' with them so they can copy the structure and just change the topic and pictures or whatever... only to find out a week later that one guy submitted the exact thing I shared without changing anything, and say I was the one that copied him. I was called into a very serious meeting about stealing his project, I told the teachers to ask the rest of the class about who the webpage really belongs to and they backed me up, but I never helped anyone else all throughout highschool.
29points