rSlash - r/Entitledparents Karen Tries to Steal My Service Dog

Episode Date: April 26, 2025

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Enjoy the number one feeling, winning in an exciting live dealer studio, exclusively on Welcome to r slash Entitled Parents, where a Karen tries to steal someone's dog! Our next reddit post is from Anxious Doggo. So this just happened today, so I'm shaking up from it. I have a wonderful service dog named Frankie. She helps me with my anxiety and PTSD so that I can go into stores and shop. I have an ID for her that shows she belongs to me. So I'm shopping today looking for some clothes when I see this boy, the entitled kid, running under the clothing racks and through the aisle.

This gives me anxiety, and Frankie alerts me by jumping on my leg. I reward her and we move on. The entitled kid runs right in front of us and spots Frankie. Puppy! He goes to pet Frankie, and I step in between him putting my hand up to block him. I say, I'm sorry sir, you can't pet her, she's working, see? I mention to Frankie's vest that clearly states, service dog, do not pet. The entitled kid starts crying and runs under the clothing racks.

I try to calm myself down and I continue shopping. I then hear stomping feet coming into the aisle that I'm in and I turn around to see the entitled mom coming towards me with Entitled Kid in tow. How dare you tell my little angel that he can't pet your dog! Let my son pet your dog now! I'm sorry ma'am, my dog is working right now. Your son can't pet her. I don't care!

The Entitled Mother then comes up to me and grabs Frankie's leash from me. Frankie had been trained to follow a stranger in case of medical emergencies, so she just goes with the woman. I shout to Frankie my emergency call, which means, come to my side right now. Frankie slips her harness and runs to me, and I pick up Frankie crying now. How dare you! I'm going to call the police saying you stole that dog from me! The Entitled Mother then blocks me from leaving and calls the cops.

The police arrive and the Entitled Mother starts saying that Frankie is her service dog and I stole her. I start having a panic attack and Frankie alerts me and lays on my chest to calm me down. The officer comes over and helps me calm down. When I come out of my panic attack, I explain what happened and show the ID I have for Frankie and my ID to prove that it's me. Then the entitled mother throws Frankie's harness away and starts running away.

The officer grabs her and arrests her for pet theft, assault of an officer, and verbal harassment. Frankie's okay and I'm okay as well. I took my emergency medication and I'm doing better now. Our next Reddit post is from Monkey Mayhem. I'm a 47 year old man and my daughter is 17. We live in Canada. There are many outdoor skating rinks in our area and we have a favorite one because there

are team benches, sturdy boards and it's sambonied by the city every hour and it's just generally well kept. You can reserve an hour at a time on the sign up sheet for 15 bucks, but it's free to skate as long as nobody has booked up that time. My daughter plays a very high level of competitive ice hockey and she often reserves an hour or two and invites many of her teammates to this rink for fun so they can play casually. Around a week ago, my daughter, me, and four others from her team are about halfway through our reserved time. This group of 13-14 year old boys that nobody else knows gets out of

a vehicle and approaches the rink. They put their skates on and start skating while passing and shooting pucks and leaving their sticks lying around, all in the way of my daughter's game. I show them the clipboard with a sign up sheet, which proves that my daughter paid for these two hours, and calmly ask them to clean up their gear and wait 30 minutes until the schedule is clear again. One kid, an entitled kid, looks at me and rolls his eyes while turning his back to me, and his group doesn't stop getting in our way. I tell the girls to start picking up the stuff the boys keep leaving around the rink and to simply just toss it over the boards onto the mats along the ice. The entitled kid who rolled his eyes earlier starts complaining at this point, and his dad and mom got out of their

vehicle and ask what's wrong. The kid smirks at me and whines to his parents that he was trying to play hockey with his friends, but then a bunch of girls came and tried to bother them. I tried to show his parents the same clipboard, but the entitled father immediately took his kid's side and told me to leave and come back since he was here first, which is false, and that girls are too weak and fragile to play with boys. A few minutes later, a worker from the city comes by and shows the entitled father that we in fact, are entitled to the rink for the next half hour, regardless of who arrived first since we paid for that specific

time slot. The entitled mother suggested going to a different rink, but the entitled father said, no, I'll get these girls to leave. My daughter skates over and even offers the boys to join her games, so at least they're not in each other's ways. But the entitled father and his kid keep spewing rhetoric about how young girls can't be good at male-dominated sports and how they have it so easy since they don't allow contact in women's hockey and therefore the girl should just go home. But the entitled kid and his friends really wanted to play, so he begrudgingly agreed, talking about how easy this was going to be. I sat down on one of the benches, and the entitled parents sat on the other one. What the entitled parents failed to realize is

that A. These girls are all part of the same high competitive team, and B. Since women's hockey doesn't use contact, girls have to rely on agility and puck control skills, whereas a major skill for men's hockey involves hitting to make plays. I guess this makes me an instigator, but I nudged my daughter and her teammates to go extra hard on them. Me and the entitled parents watched for half an hour as my daughter's team absolutely destroyed these kids in every aspect of the game. The Entitled Kid started to get really angry and frustrated and he decided to do something

really stupid. The next time my daughter had the puck, the Entitled Kid charged as fast as he could go and attempted to ram her into the boards. Instead, the Entitled Kid ended up slamming knee first into the door. He got up and immediately started screaming and crying about how it's not fair and yelling to his dad about wanting to go home. The entitled mother said something about like, This is a public rank and we have a right to be here.

But the trio left in the car after swearing and yelling at me. But a few of his friends stayed behind. My daughter's team and the remaining guys ended up splitting equal amounts of each group into two teams and kept playing together fine until the next reservation. Apparently, this kid and his dad have a history of getting in the way and blaming and complaining about women. Of the guys who stayed, they all mention that they're only friends with the entitled kid because the father is their house league coach and they don't share the same views about women's hockey.

Our next reddit post is from NovelPatient. I bought a small starter home during the housing market crash, completely by myself. I lived there for a better part of a decade before buying a larger home with my now husband. My parents really wanted to live in my old house because it was small and easy to maintain. They've had their house foreclosed in the past so there is no way they'd be getting their own mortgage. Also, my dad is retired and my mom doesn't work. They wanted to rent from me for a discount using a six-figure inheritance that my parents got. So we wrote up a lease explaining that as tenants, they would pay the taxes, the insurance, and an extra 350 bucks a month.

Basically, their rent would only go up if the taxes or insurance went up. We signed the lease, had it notarized, and that's how it's been for a while now. So to be clear, I am NOT making a lot of money on this house. I recently told my parents that rent would increase by 3 effing dollars because of a slight increase in insurance. My mother lost her mind, claiming that I'm a money hungry b-word, that she was going to rip out everything she did, the garden and other cosmetic changes, that I owe her and I can't evict her because it's her house.

She says she's not responsible for the insurance, the lease says otherwise. And insurance hasn't been raised in over a decade. And that I'm trying to make her pay my personal homeowner's insurance. She thinks that if she takes me to court, the court will give her my house. My father demanded the bills to see if I'm ripping them off. This man has zero balls. By the way, this house is within commuting distance from Manhattan, so a studio apartment around here is like $1500 bucks a month.

This house, on the other hand, has a large yard for their dog. I could easily get $2000 a month for this house. So I sent them copies of my taxes and insurance proving that I wasn't actually scamming them. I told my mother to talk to a lawyer so they can slap them straight. I guess my father agreed with me because now she's divorcing my father. Our next reddit post is from someenglishguy. This literally just happened and I'm actually shaking with rage and adrenaline to the point that I'm having trouble typing but writing this stuff down gets it out of my system. When I was diagnosed with my chronic pain condition, my doctor put me in touch with

a couple of support groups based in my city. I became friends with a few members, and when one of them is having a flare-up, I, or someone else, will swing by and help out with chores and errands. Sometimes, when my condition flares up, the pain in the joints in my feet will cause the muscles to cramp. Which causes the muscles to cramp harder, which, look, you're all smart folk. I don't need to tell you that this is NOT the greatest wake-up call in the world. After a bad night of this, I finally got to sleep at around 5.30am. At 7.03am, there was a loud banging on my door. Thinking it was maybe a postman with a parcel starting her rounds early, I grabbed some sweatpants and hobbled

to the door. Upon opening the door, I find some estate rat-looking woman on my doorstep with three kids texting on her phone. She says, Finally, I need you to look after my kids for a bit and then take them to school. She said all that without even looking up from her smartphone. Then she just turns around and starts walking off. I said, wait! Ugh, what? Who are you?

And I'm not kidding, I have never seen this woman before in my life. For F's sake, I'm such and such a friend. Okay, but why are you trying to dump your kids on me at 7 in the morning? I don't know you or them. At this point, I'm genuinely starting to panic. Look, I know you do this for such and such all the time, so just look after my effing kids. No. She had already started to walk off again, but she spun back around.

What the eff? You look after such and such as kids all the time. So just effing look after mine, you effing twat. Still, no. I occasionally do favors for my friend such and such, but I don't even know you. At this point, she starts screaming at me. So I say, now take your kids and eff off,

or I'm calling the cops. I close the door and take a deep breath, thinking everything is over, but of course it isn't. I hear hammering on my door and screeching. My door is half glass, so I start to worry that she's going to break it. I grab my phone from the dining room and open the door. She said, listen you, but she saw me on the phone dialing. I said into the phone, hello? Police please. At this point, the entitled mother just grabbed her kids and scurried off.

So I made a cup of tea and came here to Vince, which has actually helped. Our next reddit post is from CouchPotatoSon. I'm a 19 year old woman and I'm a server at a restaurant with a bar in it. The bar side of the restaurant is, of course, 21 plus, and anyone who orders an alcoholic beverage is required to show the waiter their ID. The rest of the restaurant, however, is child friendly. We were serving breakfast and I was serving a table of two. A young girl who looked about 8 or 9 and her entitled mother. However, this mom is more than entitled as she'll be arrested by the end of the story. I go and take their drink orders after the hostess sits them down.

The young girl gets an orange juice while the mother gets a water and mimosa. I, of course, check the mom's ID and see that she was born in the early 80s, so she's good for her mimosa. I let the bartender know that I need a mimosa to serve and I work on the orange juice for the child and the mother's water. Once I have all three drinks, I serve the table and take their meal orders. Everything seems to be going smoothly until I bring back their meals. As I bring back the plates, the mother screams at me,

You served my child alcohol! I know for a fact that cannot be true, because I'm the one who made the juice and never even went behind the bar where the drinks are. Ma'am, you must be mistaken. I didn't put any alcohol in the juice and I had my eyes on it until it reached her table. Well then, smell it! She handed me her child's glass and it did smell like alcohol. I said, once again, I know that I did not put alcohol in your child's drink. Either someone did it while you weren't looking, or you did it yourself. But the juice didn't have any alcohol before it came to your table.

The mom looked at me angrily and demanded to see my manager. I'm going to sue you for giving my child alcohol. Bring me your manager. I get the manager and she gets both mine and the mom's side of the story. Security was even alerted because apparently the child had drunk a few sips of the alcohol. My manager, Security and I went and watched the security footage since both me and the mom swore that we didn't put alcohol in the juice. Not only did we discover that I was innocent, but we saw the mom, as soon as I placed the

glasses down and left, drank half the child's juice and filled it back up with her mimosa. Then she instructed her child to drink some of it. The mother was arrested for giving her child alcohol and was given a lifetime ban from the restaurant. If she appears again, she'll be immediately arrested again. Not how I planned my work morning, but at least it was amusing to watch an entitled mother get what she deserved. So I assume the objective of the mother here was to, I guess, get a free meal.

That seems like the most likely explanation. But the thing is, you don't actually have to poison your child to pull this scam. She could have just poured her drink into her kid's drink and then lie, but why add the unnecessary child alcohol poisoning into the mix? And if you think, what's the big deal? A couple of sips for an 8-year-old couldn't be that bad. Yes, it can.

A kid who drinks alcohol can have seizures, go into a coma and die. Our next reddit post is from my mom is entitled. I am a 20-year-old male and my cousin is a 19 year old woman. Spanish was my first language. I have a third cousin in the Dominican Republic. They're not well off in that country and my cousin's mom is a little neglectful. At this point, it feels like my mom cares more about my third cousin than she does about me, but whatever. My cousin does deserve some sympathy. She's a good kid who does well in school and wants to move to the US to go to nursing school. She can't, however, because she isn't a legal citizen.

My mom decided that it would be the best plan for me to go to the Dominican Republic in June or July and marry my third cousin to make her a legal citizen. She brought this up to me a few years ago, but I thought that she was joking. Apparently, she wasn't, because recently she brought this plan up again, but she actually talked about how she already booked flights for DR and stuff. What the hell? I'm in a relationship already, and my mom literally told me that she doesn't give an F about my personal life. All she cares about is going to DR and forcing me to marry my cousin. Thankfully, I talked about the plan with my significant other and they're

supportive. Basically, she wants me to marry her, stay married for a year, then we divorce amicably, and my mom pockets any money that's made from this, if any. When I tried to downright refuse this, I was met with screaming, physical anger and threats to kick me out. I'm afraid to go to any family members because I don't know what's going to happen. Well, OP, as someone who has married a non-citizen and has gone through that whole process, it's important to point out that this is a felony. It's like fraud or something. I forget what the actual crime is. But it's illegal and you could go to jail so don't do this.

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