Please share your stories of pushy, arrogant, or abusive RICH FUCKS!

[Yollam]

I have a couple. Once, when I was working as a cashier at a bookstore, I was helping a line of customers, and this big new Mercedes pulls up- not into a parking spot, but literally in the front door, so close that a wheelchair couldn't have gotten to the door. Anyway, this well-coiffed lady in a very expensive-looking business dress walks to the FRONT OF THE LINE and starts to ask me for directions. When I told her that I'd try to help her after helping the 3 or 4 people in line, she got all livid and asked if I knew who she was, then started naming her business or whatever, like I was supposed to know, and then stormed out when I said I had to help the people ahead of her in line first. There were several other customers who would pull the same thing if I didn't give them a discount or an exchange or a refund - it was always "Do you know who I am?" or "I could buy you" or "I can get you fired.". They always had the most amazingly inflated egos and sense of entitlement.

There was one other time when I was working at a dog groomer's and kennel, and I asked a customer to wait, and he was like "do you know who I am?" and I looked at his license and read it "Jonathan Silverman". I was like..."okay." So he says "Jonathan Silverman, of 'Gimme a Break', the sitcom?!" Of course, I have no Idea who he is, and since it was about 1995, I could barely remember that old-ass sitcom. I doubt he was all that rich, but he seemed very perturbed at having to wait, and it struck me as funny that some obscure ex-sitcom star would expect special treatment.

[Runcible Spoon]

1. lol Silverman of Weekend at Bernie's "fame"?

if he had said that instead, I think it would have been grounds for ass-kicking!

[Yollam]

2. I guess. I haven't seen that movie.

I guess I'm watching the wrong stuff. I have co-workers that mention people to me all the time like they are huge stars and I have no idea who they are. Like "Stiffler". I had no idea who that was, so I was told it was someone from "American Pie".

What am I, 14? I have to see American Pie now?

[Runcible Spoon]

3. LOL count yourself lucky you missed Weekend at Bernie's

and it's ill-begotten sequel as well. Hey I used to date a frat boy as an undergrad so i did some penance with lowbrow pop culture dreck. As far as my brushed with fame, they've been few and far between but I did see Stevie Wonder at the Baltimore airport a few months ago and he was really outgoing and sweet to his fans.

[Yollam]

5. Well, I saw Porky's and Porky's 2...

But by the time Weekend at Bernie's came out, I had pretty much outgrown one-joke gimmick movies and teen sex romps. Not that I have anything against them, but - you've seen one, you've seen 'em all.

[Rambis]

34. Rich co-op woman experience

This woman is standing at the Deli counter yelling that she wants the turkey cut from the side with no fat. I don't know my poultry well but I don't think turkey has fat does it?
My friend who is working behind the counter says...
"Excuse me mame what have I done to you that would make you be such a bitch to me?"
The woman paused and realized she was a screaming lunatic and apologized.

[LynneSin]

4. Believe it or not - I've seen the same mentality in POOR FUCKS too

acting like an asshole knows no finanicial boundaries

[SteppingRazor]

7. I was just gonna write something similar...

if you've ever been accosted by a pushy, abusive panhandler, you know that rich people do not have a monopoly on this behavior.

[smirkymonkey]

6. It's always the B-Listers who act like that

[Skittles]

8. I went on a date with a weathly guy

we were at a nice restaurant - he kiept needling the waiter, really treating him badly....finally I said WHY ARE YOU TREATING THE WAITER LIKE SH** and the guy responds HE'S JUST A F****ING WAITER. So I said YOU'RE JUST A F***ING ASHSOLE and left, after giving the waiter a nice tip and asking him to call me a cab.

[smirkymonkey]

18. Touche!

I would have loved to have seen that! :rofl:

[greatauntoftriplets]

20. Please tell me that you....

KICKED HIS ASS!!!

[jadedconformist]

27. Wow.

What a douche. You have to give him credit for showing his true colors right away and not wasting your time though. :) hahah

[Skittles]

28. it wasn't outrageous behavior per se

just, I don't know, nitpicking with the waiter, making his job more difficult - I could see the stress in the waiter's face and I thought he was doing a fine job - it was the response that really did it for me - I mean, really - he didn't see that waiter as a person, not at all

on edit - I believe I said to my date WHY DO YOU KEEP PICKING ON THE WAITER - yes, that's what it was

[radwriter0555]

33. he was a douche? what's a douche?

Douche is to bathe in french.

[jadedconformist]

36. Yes.

The way I used it is really considered a slang pejorative.

It derives from "Douche bag."

I googled it for you:

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=douche+bag

The second result may give you some insight.

[radwriter0555]

37. Is the washing of one's vagina -- in an archaic fashion no less -- an

appropriate insult?

Perhaps fukcing asshole is more accurate. There's no need to sexualize and demean women's genitalia as a form of insult. Think about what you're saying.

[jadedconformist]

39. :)

First and foremost, I didn't coin it. One would assume that this implies that you are the "douche bag" after use. I get what you're saying and why you're confused. After all, I would understand why you'd think it's strange if I called you a loofah sponge. But, if there were some sort of sponge designed specifically for ones anus, I would expect you to not get offended if I referred to you as one.

Now that I'm finished with this "nothing fight", carry on, you loofah sponge.

[jadedconformist]

42. Oh, and I find it ironic

that you say demeaning women's genitalia is innapropriate (although I never called him a vagina, or any synonym of the word) but going by your logic it would be perfectly acceptable to use the genitalia of BOTH a man and a woman by calling him an ASS-HOLE.

Think about what you're saying, and then think before you type it.

[Vidar]

52. Well done.

[Karenina]

9. Standing in front of the 5 star hotel

waiting for a cab, Bro X (in his Armani suit) had keys thrust into his hand with a loud caveat that he better not dent the car. He promptly HEAVED the keys over the hotel's garden median strip into the HEAVY traffic on the Boulevard and got into his cab as he was next in line. :rofl::rofl::rofl:

[mitchum]

24. LMAO!!!!

That is a great story

[Burma Jones]

29. AAAHHHHHHHH

I like that

[Mad_Dem_X]

46. OMG! Awesome! n/t

[skygazer]

10. Had one just the other day

I work the wine department in a wealthy town so I see a lot of them. I was up on a step-stool straightening out my top shelf when a woman walks up and says, "Where is the Chateau St. Jean you have on sale?" Not "Excuse me" or "Hello" or "Could you tell me..."

So I climb down and show her politely where it is, noticing that there is only one bottle on the shelf. I tell her, "There's more in the cold box." She's a regular - she knows where the damn cold box is (just around the corner) but she says, "See how many are in the cold box." Once again, not a request but an order.

Irritated now, I go and look, come back and inform her there are six. She's not done yet. "Bring me five of them."

At this point, I was about ready to tell her that I'm not there to do her fucking shopping for her but bite my tongue and get it. I hope she chokes on it.

[Yollam]

13. YES! The ones who feel they don't owe "the help" a please or a thank you!

I've had a couple of them.

:mad:

[SmokingJacket]

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I've never had an run-ins like that -- guess I've been lucky...

[kiraboo]

12. I live in a neighborhood where I am surrounded by these people.

I am not well-tolerated by several of them, one a very wealthy woman whose house is on the corner where I wait for my son after school. She's about sixty years old, stout, well dressed and well coiffed at all times. Anyway, one afternoon I'm waiting for my son when her front door opens and out run her two little dogs... yorkshire terriers I believe. They trot down the walk and in my general direction. Out of the house follows the elegant Mrs. X, in her at-home silk robe and high-heeled slippers, also trotting. The dogs approach me and then begin to circle my legs. So does Mrs. X, calling her little pooches and periodically crouching down to encourage them ALL THE WHILE making no acknowledgement whatsoever that I was standing not six inches from her. She literally circled around me two times without meeting my eye or giving any sign she knew I was there. Finally she got the both little buggers under her arms and trotted back into the house, pulling the door sharply shut behind her. I was flabbergasted because it was so juvenile. BTW, our house if for sale if anybody wants to be her new neighbor...

[EstimatedProphet]

14. Abusive fucks I can do

they may or may not be rich...

1) Our secretary where I used to work was literally the embodiment of Cruella DeVille - even looked and dressed like her, and had a voice much lower and more gravelly than mine. And she used that voice to continually spout that a) she was the most attractive woman in the city, and all men wanted her (I know I didn't), b) she was so much smarter and more educated than everyone else (so why was she a receptionist?), c) racist comments whenever possible, and d) excuses as to why she shouldn't have to do her job, and everyone else should do it for her. The division got sick of her in about 3 weeks. The boss wouldn't do a damn thing about it for 7-8 more months. It was so bad people would walk around the building to avoid walking in front of her desk. The straw on the camel's back for me was when she wanted to throw a party for one of our colleague's wedding. She was organizing it, and wanted to get a cake from the most expensive bakery in town. I suggested that the grocery store has a good bakery section, and she was livid. She went on and on about how it just couldn't possibly be good enough. Later she collected money from the office. I gave her $5. Now, get this one: she went out without consulting anyone about this, got the most expensive cake she could get, and then billed everyone for the difference. when I told her that that was unacceptable, she threw a very loud and very public tantrum, then went and emailed my boss telling him how unreasonable I was in an attempt to get me in trouble.
I missed seeing her get escorted out of the building by the police when she was let go. I really regret it.

2) This just really tops the list to me for complete uncaring arrogance about other people. the Prophetess and I were in a Target in Georgia, pushing a cart up to the check-out. It was pretty crowded, and there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver. In front of us is a young (mid-20's) woman and her husband, and a 3 year old girl (I would guess) playing on the floor. The woman is talking to a friend. So, we get close, and they see us, and make no attempt to move, and there is no way around them. We stop, and she continues with her conversation. After a little while, she looks down at the shild, says to us "she's going to be a little while", and then continues on with her conversation as if there was nothing else going on. No attempt to move the child, no asking the child to move at all, no concept in the least that maybe it was important she was blocking the way for other people. It apparenty just didn't occur to her that it mattered that she was blocking us, because what she and her daughter were doing was far more important than anything we could be doing.
We did eventually manage to push our way around her. We're still stunned by the self-centeredness.

[MrScorpio]

15. Okay, okay, okay, I got one

One night at the hotel, some guy wanted to check into the room. It was pretty obvious to me by looking at him that he was married and he had some money. His expensive looking wedding ring, his fat Benzo, his home address and his PERSONAL platinum American Express credit card. Most platinum AMEX cards I see are corporate cards. Anyways, I figured out that was cheating on his old lady. He just wasn't being too discreet about it. He was a jerk from the moment he walked in the door and I could tell that he was nervous and had a few. He asked if information about his stay would be accessible to anyone, I told him that that information was confidential. Then the girl who he was with walked in the door. She was about half his age, black (He was white BTW, that that matters for anything just to give you a picture) and she had some tight jeans covering her substantial ass. Now as I putting the package together, he started groping and hugging on her, right there at the front counter. At that point, I knew for a fact that they were not married. But my motto is live and let live, baby.

Anyways, they got their keys and went up to the room. Have fun!

Later they came back down, to go the restaurant and were dressed to go out. The girl, however, didn't have her ass as well covered before, because the short skirt that she was wearing barely covered it. Now at this point, a hugh billboard sign started flashing over her head; Escort-In-use. Homie's got himself a working girl. Now my spies in the restaurant told me that that between his boorish behavior and her flashing asscheeks, it was quite a show in the old eatery that night. Now, I thinking... This guy is rich, he's married and he's in a public venue with a hooker who is not his wife... We do not live in the biggest of towns and all of the motherfuckers around here just love to talk about each other. He either has huge brass balls the size of a mountain range or he's a drunken, horny idiot. I went with the latter, of course.

Instead of going back to the room to do their business in private, like any other potential person who could end up being featured on CHEATERS, they decided to go out to a club at another hotel. To their credit, they took a cab, they had for than a few drinks.

Now by this time, my shift ended. But when I came back the next night, I found out the rest of the story.

Turns out the rich fuck got even drunker, louder and more obnoxious at the club, he was so out of control, he left his working girl companion stranded at the club and came back to hotel alone. Then he went up to his room and passed out naked on his bed. She got a ride back by herself and said that she left her shit up in his room and needed it back. Now remember, she's got her ass hanging out all over the place. The security woman was sent up to the room and she knocked on the door. Home boy finally answered the door buck nekkid and she got some of the girl's shit. When security gave it to her, she said that there was more of her shit up in the room, but instead of pressing the case, she stormed off.

Later a bag of her stuff was brought down to the front desk after the rich fuck checked out and she came back to the hotel to get it. My coworker told me that she looked inside the bag and said that it contained some nasty, skanky looking thongs and some other disgusting shit that I'm not going into and then I told her what I saw last night.

That was pretty wild. I hope that he got his money's worth and maybe even a little extra sumpin', sumpin' that he brought home to wifey. Money in your pocket is definitely no indicator that you have any good brains in your head.

[jmowreader]

16. We get them all the time

Like this one who came in to buy an $800 grill and wanted it loaded, which is no big problem--we do that all the time. Extremely rich woman and it showed.

She roared down to the loading dock after she was told Home Depot policy is to not allow associates to load vehicles in the parking lot--she wanted us to bring the grill to the back of the parking lot and put it in her car, and enough associates have been killed that way that we aren't allowed to do it any more--and stormed right up to me.

"Young man, load my $800 grill into my $65,000 Escalade right now, and don't damage my vehicle in any way or I'll have you fired."

Okay, most of the time I can handle the snotty little attitude this woman displayed, and yes she actually said everything I put down, including the price tag on her car--like that's germane to the situation at hand. (I'm 42 years old. I'm getting a little tired of being called "young man.") This time, I was sitting on a forklift loading enough lumber to frame and sheathe a 2200-square-foot home onto a guy's semi, and she yelled this loud enough to drown out the engine. Also, there were two lot guys--whose job is to load customers' vehicles--who she walked right past. I'm not sure why. I have customers who won't deal with anyone else, but she's not one of them.

"Yes, ma'am, I can load that grill right after I load the rest of this $25,000 worth of lumber onto this gentleman's $180,000 truck. But those two gentlemen (pointing at the two lot guys) are always careful with customers' cars, and they'll be happy to load you right now."

Oh, she didn't want to hear that shit. "Where is your manager? I want to talk to him about your attitude."

The store manager was right there helping me load this guy--single-ticket $25,000 sales tend to bring him to the front. He informed her that the associate on the forklift didn't have a bad attitude, that the two lot associates would take very good care of her vehicle (they did), and that the customer I was loading had been there for an hour and a half.

She asked for HIS manager so she could complain about both our bad attitudes. "Ma'am, his name is Bob Nardelli...he's in Atlanta, Georgia...would you like his number?"

After she roared off, the boss looked up..."somehow, I don't think I want any more of her money."

[Kajsa]

17. Kickin this one- be back, right after dinner.

:kick:

[mikebl]

19. do you know who I am

The next time some rich asshole says that to you, just answer

If you don't know who you are, how in the hell am i supposed to.


Gets 'em everytime

[Kajsa]

23. Yep, and here's another one that gets 'em.

Parts of Newport Beach are chock full of snooty people
who are just full of themselves.

When I encounter one walking down the street, you know the type- won't look at you much less speak to you.
The ones that practically trip over themselves because their noses are aimed too high?

Well- I say " Hello, how are you? Could you please tell me where to find------?

Yep, I friggin ask for directions! I don't always need them, either. I want to see what they will do.

After many attempts to avoid looking at me, they find it impossible not to.
I smile and look very pleasant. Their reaction to this is the equivalent of them
trying to swallow an avocado pit. They don't know what to do! Really- they're clueless how to proceed.

Sometimes I get directions, sometimes I get muttering,
but I get a response, an acknowledgment that yes, another
human being has made contact with you, Mr/Mrs. high and mighty.
Sometimes, I even get a genuine smile. :7

[Mad_Dem_X]

47. I f*cking hate that!

Whenever someone says that to me, I always say, "Excuse me?" :mad:

[shanti]

21. ok, i've got one

i went to reggae on the river one year and had a backstage pass (thanks jimbo!) anyway, i was sitting there just chilling and this guy who looked vaguely familiar sat down next to me. he introduced himself, "i'm leon". i was like, "are you famous or something"? he said, "i'm an ACTOR", very haughtily, like i'm supposed to be impressed.

oooooooookay. instant turnoff.

[grannylib]

22. Home Depot parking lot. Waiting in car for bro and mom to pull up and

meet hubby and me. Hubby already inside.
Rich Bitch pulls up in huge gas-guzzling SUV and parks two spots away from me and goes inside.
Comes back out about 10 minutes later with her cart full of light fixtures. Puts boxes in the HGGSUV and with the cart corral literally 5 steps away from her vehicle, she instead PUSHES THE CART in the direction of another vehicle and hops in her HGGSUV and drives off.
I hopped out fast enough to catch cart before it dinged the other car and put it in the corral. Wish I could've gotten out fast enough to key the Bitch's HGGSUV or SOMETHING... (but of course I would NOT have done that, that would have been...rePiglican) I was just shocked, for about .206 seconds, until I remembered that is just the way Rich Asshole RePiglicans Are (and YES, the Bitch had a great big W sticker in her back window, not like you needed one to tell you she was a rePiglican; actions spoke for themselves):mad:

[idgiehkt]

45. what is it with rich folks about this?

I have seen so many people in high dollar cars and they seem to delight in either setting the carts flying across the parking lot or just leaving them in a parking space without returning them to where they go...is it a class thing? Pathetic...if they were really that rich they wouldn't be doing their own grocery shopping anyway.

[Generic Brad]

25. Wet Tips

I know one wealthy a-hole who used to think it was humorous to tip waiters and waitresses by dropping their tip in a glass of water, covering the top of the glass with a napkin, and then quickly turning the glass upside down on the table. That leaves the wait staff no way to get their soaking wet tip without dumping water all over the table.

The reason I say "used to" is not because he stopped. It is because I refuse to be associated with someone who treats their fellow human beings with such disregard.

[deadparrot]

26. I've got a couple.

I work as an usher at a musical theatre, and I swear that the rudest people sit in the boxes. They snatch the programs out of my hands without even a glance, much less a smile or thank you. They scream like hell when you tell them they can't bring certain items into the theatre.

One time, this guy came up to me and demanded to be reseated because he was currently next to an overweight woman and "her fat is spilling into my seat." Yay for tact.

[Digit]

49. Words escape me...

Or rather, I would rather not say what comes to mind.

[driver8]

30. Steven Seagal and his entourage...

I work at Warner Bros. and a few years ago, Fleetwood Mac was rehearsing on one of our stages for a show that would be taped later. A few of us were standing there watching the rehearsal when some asshole pushes through the crowd -- no "excuse me", or "pardon me".

Well, it was Steven Seagal and his entourage of "hangers-on". Not only that, but they did the same thing when they left. Everyone in the crowd muttered, "what an effin' asshole."

[Southsideirish]

31. A friend told me (she lived in a "ritzy" area) - "They're driving Mercedes

but they're eating hotdogs every night."

[Crazy Dave]

32. I had a boss at a big company who was a decent man

One of those true-blue, worked out of a shed until he built a $2 million a year company. He'd sit down with you, talk your ears off, loan you money right out of his pocket, etc. But his wife, not his first but the one he had at the time was a true-blue, gold-digger bitch! She was the type who wouldn't say good morning back to you if you said it first, you (a mere peasant to her) didn't speak to her unless spoken to first and she used to make one of the secretaries take stuff back to the store where she made purchases and stand in line to return it for a different color, size or refund.

[seemunkee]

35. That sort of treatment lead me to close my business

I built custom furniture for 15 years and it finally got to me. I went to a design appointment and the woman I was meeting with had a friend over for brunch. She continued her conversation the whole time I was there as if it didn't matter that we were trying to conduct business. When her au pair came back from dropping the kids off at school she had to go find out how it went, despite the fact that the trip only took 5 minutes. She also had to stop everything and call her husband about their weekend plans in the middle of discussing the job. Then she has the nerve to tell me that she is an interior designer when she doesn't even understand the simplest thing about doing custom cabinetry. (This was a frequent wannabe occupation in the neighborhood. They help a neighbor pick out some upholstery and suddenly they're an interior designer.) I was referred to her by another client that ended up screwing with me. I was pissed when I left and decided I had enough of dealing with these low class nouveau riche bitches. I called her as soon as I got to the shop and told her I wasn't interested in working with her. I opened up the phone book, found a computer training school and made an appointment to sign up for classes.
The people who I worked with that grew up with money and lived in the well established neighborhoods in DC were much nicer to deal with. It's the ones who were new to their wealth that were the worst.

[electricmonk]

38. My experiences

I used to do irrigation system installation in Richmond Va. There are a lot of old money people there that were our customers. It seemed to me that the old money people like the owners of Ethel Corporation, founders of James River Corp., Douglas S. Freeman's son or maybe grandson who at the time was head of Signet Bank, the founder of the Martin Agency among others were the nicest people but the new money people and even worse were the upper middle class people. I would get sent to jobs in Richmond's West End which at the time was yuppie central and there were times that I had to walk away to keep from going off. I was at one lady's house, an interior decorator, just to give a quote on some repairs and she got really pissed that I wouldn't go ahead and do the work. I tried to tell her that I was just there to give a quote and the office manager would schedule a crew to come out and do the actual work. But no that wasn't good enough she wanted it done right then. I told her I didn't have the tools even if I wanted to do it so I left. As soon as I left she called the office and said a bunch of shit about me and how I wouldn't help her out. Luckily the office manager knew she was just trying to get work done for free and we ended up turning down that job.

[Blue_Tires]

40. ttt

[flamingyouth]

41. I could tell many stories

I just closed my store this past week, and wow, put stuff for sale on clearance and you really get some interesting customers...

Probably the worst is this woman whose husband is a corporate crook responsible for the biggest dot-com scam in Washington state. She lives in a 16,500 sf home in Medina, she treated us like sludge and haggled with us over prices on EVERY fucking thing she bought. God, what a horrid person.

[Bombero1956]

44. I too have many stories

but from a different perspective. I'm a public sector employee and I wish I had a nickle for every time I've had the "My taxes pay your salary" line thrown in my face. The worst offenders are real estate agents. My office handles the inspections that are legally required before the closing and many times we're booking appointments a week to ten days in advance. Hardly a day goes by that I don't have an irate agent screaming at me that I have to make an exception for them because "I'm holding up the sale". I've had some threaten to call the Chief or the Mayor because they can't get what they want. I have a proven way to shut them up, I ask for the seller's name and phone number and offer to explain to them why the closing is being held up, I usually don't get any crap from them after that. Because of a city policy we also don't take personal checks, just money orders, cashiers checks or cash, that's when I get the "do you know who I am" line and the "my checks never bounce" line. It's all I can do to keep from telling them look fuck-nuts, it isn't my policy and I'm under orders not to take your stinkin check, you want special treatment?, then call the Mayor and ask him to take your fucking check. I have to make nice because I make my living from the shit-head's taxes and I wouldn't want to bite the hand that feeds me.

[wickerwoman]

43. When I was in grad school, I took a summer job as a cashier

in a grocery store in a neighborhood full of rich investment bankers and professors. My first week on the job, this skeletal woman pushing an overflowing cart of vegetables pulled into my stall. I didn't have all the produce codes memorized, but I was looking them up as fast as I could, while this woman talked on her cell phone. I was almost finished when the woman's friend came up in line behind her and asked how she was. She said, "I'll be fine as soon as this retard finishes ringing up my order." Loud. Right in front of me. I gave her a kind of snarl-smile and told her to have a nice day. Two weeks later, I was in her class (graduate level literary theory). I thought about dropping it, but I could see she recognized me and was too embarrased to make eye contact. I enjoyed the hell out of mopping the floor with all the students in that class. I never got an apology though. :shrug:

[Digit]

48. What I learned delivering pizzas....

Back about 20 years ago when I was going through a very contentious divorce, I was unable to hold a "real" job as my ex was using the courts to harass me at every opportunity.

Depositions, interrogatories, and psychological evaluations were commonplace.

My daughter was still at the infant/toddler stage, and I found that I could just show up at a job such as this and work.

Ya do what you need to do to survive, right?

Anyway....

This was in Northern Va, and the people in the apartments who were what you would call from the "working class" tipped me well. Not over-tipping, mind you, but 15% or better.

NOW...Falls Church, Va...an area called Sleepy Hollow which is very wooded and houses some people with plenty of money. Single family homes set back off the street and difficult to find. Those were the people who would turn off their lights so I could not find the address and say I was late when I was not. Even when on time, they would tip very little, if at all.

I recall one Christmas Eve when I was working in the pouring rain. There was a Super bowl being played, and one house in Sleepy Hollow had ordered two large pizzas and tipped me NADA. In fact, the whole day had been that way. I was soaking wet, and nobody was giving me any tips at all.

When I arrived home, I found my basement was flooded after going down to gather my daughters gifts to wrap them. That is when I quit.
The IRS figures you make a certain percentage as tips, and tax you accordingly, whether you actually make that or not. The money I spent in fuel for my car, plus my taxes, were no way to make a living.

The last couple I had were the ONLY ones who tipped me at all. They felt sorry for me, I guess. Two dollars in tips for 6 hours of working.
Oh, and yes, I quit the next day.

[scoey1953]

50. I won't say this guy was rich, he was certainly a jerk....

I went to the San Francisco Zoo today with my friend from Thailand. I always enjoyed the Zoo, and though I know many tourists go, there are also many residents who go as well. Today, while in the South American exhibit, I was holding the door open for these nice Chinese folks, two of which were grandmothers, when this Jerk came though nearly knocking them aside to get out with his family. Now I don't know if this guy was a racist, but later I heard him complaining in a loud voice near the food stand (Which was serving Asian food) That he had not come clear from Arkansas to eat, in his words "F'ning Asian Food". I felt embarrassed for my friend, and for the many Asians around me. Many of whom just ignored him and his stupid comments.

San Francisco needs people to come to this fine city for vacation, but I wish the Bigots would stay home where they belong. I also heard him mention how there just seemed to be too many, (and I won't use the term he used) Asians at the Zoo, and how it seemed like they have taken over "this city". As it turns out, the population breakdown is still Whites, than followed by Asians, followed by Blacks, Hispanics and so on. His comments were not only false but in bad taste as well. Its too bad one individual with a family in tow had to ruin my fun at the Zoo, as well as my friends.

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51. What is really scarry is these people have the right to vote

No matter how closeminded or misinformed, these people at least TRY to vote depending on your voting apparatus.
Scary, huh.