rSlash - r/Ohnoconsequences My Parents Adopted My Bully

Episode Date: July 28, 2025

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No Frills delivers. Get groceries delivered to your door from No Frills with PC Express. Shop online and get $15 in PC Optimum Points on your first five orders. Shop now at nofrills.ca. Welcome to r slash oh no consequences where an entitled sister lands herself in jail. Our next Reddit post is from fantastic Amy. I'm a 24 year old woman and my sister is 26. She called me and asked me if she could stay the week as she missed me and we're both free. I said yes because I did miss her. We're both college students.

She's in her final year and I'm in my second. We live in different states. My sister came down and slept on my couch as I have a one bedroom apartment. Monday and Tuesday were great. We went out together, did some shopping, and had some sisterly time. Wednesday came and I had to go to work. I asked her if she was alright staying in the apartment by herself and she said yes. While on my lunch break, I was searching for my credit card. My backpack has a specific section that's hidden away where I put my valuables, such as my cell phone, wallet, keys, etc.

I searched and my wallet wasn't there. I texted my sister and asked if she'd seen my wallet. She said no and said she'd look for it. I have Apple Pay so I could still purchase some lunch. I got home and she said that she found it on top of my sock drawer. I was suspicious as I went inside there yesterday morning and I knew that it wasn't in there. When I got home, I logged into online banking and saw a total of $1,545 had been withdrawn across two accounts. I had strong suspicions that it was my sister

and told her I'm calling the cops as someone had withdrawn money from my accounts. It didn't take long for her to confess that she took my wallet and used the money. My sister is the golden child who never got in trouble. I was sick and tired of her getting away with everything. Not only that, it's money that I can't afford to lose. I told her I'm calling the cops and I went to press charges. My sister kept crying, screaming, and begging to not call the police as she would have my money back to me in 24 hours. As I was speaking to the dispatcher on the phone, my sister was trying to grab the phone

from my hand. After she failed, she ran to the room, called our parents, and while on the phone to 911, my parents were constantly trying to call me. As soon as I hung up, within one second, they called back. The dispatcher said they were sending a police officer out to my address. As I hung up and waited for the dispatcher to arrive, I saw 30 missed calls from my parents. I turned my phone off until the officer got there because my parents kept calling. The officer arrived and detained my sister. They took down my statement and I showed them my evidence. They said that because she stole $1500, it's a felony and they will be charging her.

I called my parents after to explain the situation. They shouted at me down the phone telling me that I shouldn't have called the cops as they would have paid it back within an hour and that I've ruined her life. Sounds like the parents ruined the sister's life by raising her to be a spoiled entitled rat. Our next reddit post is from Plushie. So I regularly go to a hair salon to get my extensions done. The staff is super friendly and are always doing a great job. They have a 5-star Google rating and have been regularly awarded as Top Salon in a city of 3.6 million.

You get the idea. They objectively provide great service. A couple of weeks ago, I was at the salon again getting my extensions fixed. My hairdresser, a super lovely woman, told me that she's in a bit of a bad mood since a customer didn't show up for her appointment earlier that day without canceling. Doing extensions can take quite some time, and that's a lot of money lost for the salon. She also told me that the customer is a bit difficult at times. I understood how much of an understatement that was when said customer actually showed up, apparently four hours late and demanded to be served. The owner of the salon told her that

they don't really have the capacity to do her hair since the slots for the rest of the day are booked. Karen then started aggressively rambling about bad customer service and how they should show some flexibility. I was just sitting in my chair, rolling my eyes so hard that they nearly fell out of my head. After 15 minutes of discussion, the owner of the salon agreed to do the hair himself. Karen seemed to be satisfied by the VIP treatment. She sat down in the chair next to me and proceeded to start complaining about the last time they did her hair wrong, how the quality of the hair was awful, the color was off, it wasn't,

and so on. She went on and on and on for a full hour. It was exhausting to say the least. The salon owner just kept smiling and doing the work while taking the verbal abuse. I was thinking, why? Why do you let her treat you this way? After a while, Karen decided that she needed to take a smoking break and went outside for a bit.

So I asked the salon owner, whom I've known for three years by now. I was like, dude, why the hell do you not throw her out? He just keeps grinning at me and says, oh, it's fine. I regularly charge her two times the actual rate for the hair and service. I call it the bitch tax. We had a good laugh and I was just happy that Karen suffers consequences for her Karen-ness without even realizing it. That was very satisfying.

Down in the comments we had this story from Dehydrated Rain. My favorite was the nail salon behind my house. A customer complained about how the nail tech did her nails, which were flawless by the way. She complained that the art wasn't like her picture, complained that the manager had to redo it. Finally, she complained that she thought that it should be free. The manager agreed, then picked up the polish remover, swiped it across the complainer's nails, and told her that she has no problem not charging. But the woman wasn't walking out with free

artwork. Then she told the woman that she was welcome to find another salon, but to not come back to that one. When people ask for the reaction, OP says, She started screaming that she needed her nails done for that night, and when the manager didn't budge, she stormed out with a whole bunch of ranting. Our next reddit post is from Deleted. I'm a 19 year old woman. My parents started fostering when I was 6. My younger brother was 3 at the time. I never had a problem with it. It was normal, and I got along with a lot of the foster siblings who came to live with us.

This then changed with Amy. I met Amy in second grade. She was new to my class and we just did not get along. I remember other kids saying she was mad at me and I had no idea why. We'd only known each other for a few days at that point. I remember thinking that if she was mad at me for nothing, then I was mad at her. We clashed a lot. Then in third grade, she started bullying me.

She'd throw my lunch on the floor and step on it. She'd make up lies about me farting to get other kids to make fun of me. She told the teacher that she wouldn't sit or work with freaky eye is what she called me because I have a scar across my left eye. She'd also say that I was evil like Scar from The Lion King. The scar gave her plenty of ammunition and eventually I became very self-conscious of this. My parents knew about the bullying and they were called in to speak to teachers and the principal over the bullying. Turns out, Amy was a foster kid. Guess who decided to take her in? My

parents. We were 10. My parents decided to adopt her. My parents were asked how I felt about it by a lot of people. They lied and said that I was good with it and I was excited to help Amy and get along with her better. That was a lie. I screamed the house down when I found out and I begged my parents not to. My brother didn't like Amy either. Amy had used him against me so many times at school and he knew about it.

My parents blamed me for my brother and Amy not getting closer. When I was 15, we had this really big fight. My parents told me that Amy was as much my sibling as my brother was, and they weren't happy that I didn't acknowledge her as such. I told them I never would. That they could adopt her a hundred times, and I still wouldn't call her my sister. I told them that they chose helping her over protecting me. I told them I wish she had stayed in foster care forever

and that nobody had ever loved her because she was a bully and I was tired of being her target. I told them she'd won though. She had them and I would never see them the same way. A year later Amy and I got into a fight and I would never see them the same way. A year later, Amy and I got into a fight and I was allowed to go live with my grandparents. My parents tried to keep in touch with me, but I made no effort. And eventually, I started telling people that my parents had lied about me wanting them

to foster and adopt Amy. People treat my parents differently as a result, and they confronted me about this three weeks ago. They showed up at my grandparents and said we needed to talk. They mentioned me calling them liars, and I said they were, and they became liars the second they started fostering Amy. My parents told me I had such a selfish outlook on the situation. I told them they chose Amy, so I didn't owe them or her a selfless outlook. Disgusting behavior from the parents here. Obviously this is terrible abuse for both OP and the younger brother, but even if you

look at it from the perspective of Amy, it's still bad because she probably didn't want to live with OP either. So the parents are just ruining lives left and right in this post. Our next reddit post is from Delacruz. I am part of a group of friends who have met nearly every Thursday afternoon to play tabletop games at a local gaming store for about 4-6 years. Generally, everyone is between 30-60 and since most of us are very limited on when and where we can meet, this has been sort

of a relaxation ritual to just get out of life for about 4 hours a week. In 2022, one of us had a workplace accident that severely limited his mobility. And for the first time, we realized how the building that we met at is an absolute nightmare when it comes to accessing it with a wheelchair or something similar. If you just go there for shopping, it's fine. The front entrance is at ground level. But the actual gaming rooms are 2-4 flights of stairs apart.

We may do by helping our buddy get upstairs, but as you can imagine, he felt awkward and self-conscious about it. There was little chance of this changing since the actual game store owner didn't own the building. And since it's a hobby space, you couldn't legally argue an urgent need to get an elevator or other solution. Eventually, we found our own solution. There was an old office in the very back of the place that's technically part of the store rooms the gaming store had rented, but still on the ground level. The owner just used it as storage for unimportant stuff since it was in disrepair.

We spent roughly a month on and off getting the room renovated, new carpet, replacing furniture, even replacing the AC. The owner was happy to have another game room that was usable and to accommodate a person in need, so he reserved it for us when it went online on the website every Thursday afternoon. There was a slight bit of awkwardness when one of our group asked for a written agreement that the furniture inside was legally ours, which turned out to be a wise move in hindsight. But we got his signature and easy access, so what's to complain? The local group of D&D players, most of them younger than us, dubbed the new room the Boomer

Basement. This used to work fine for about a year, until December 2022, when the previous owner announced that he had sold the store off to focus on his family. His replacement gave us the side eye when the third gaming room came up, but didn't raise a fuss until he was officially in charge. Suddenly, our reservation was cancelled and new policies were put in place. You couldn't reserve the same room two weeks in a row unless you paid a surcharge. You weren't allowed to close the doors while playing, which meant the double combo of tremendous noise and random

people walking in, especially kids who have a tendency to grab figures without asking. And finally, there was preferential treatment for reservations, both based on whether the owner liked you and how much stuff you bought. Just to make it clear, we did purchase things every time we were there to support the store, just not in constant bulk. Any attempt to talk about this like adults were futile. The new owner would just shrug and unironically say that somebody being mobility repaired

wasn't really his problem. And the whole room reservation thing was for fairness. We dealt with it, until about February of last year, which marked the first month our friend showed up to the meet without crutches, And he announced that he was done with all this BS. We scouted for an alternative place to meet up, found a store more out of the way but with a good reputation, and then we completely emptied out the renovated room. Yes, this included the carpet and the AC unit. All amid the owner protesting and genuinely being surprised this was happening. In addition to us leaving, basically the entire

Friday Night Magic group also bounced shortly after us since they had used our room on the regular and they were about equally tired of the owner haunting them with sales offers like the ghosts of the world's most obnoxious Salesman. An assorted number of other people followed in the weeks afterwards, since the amount of available players for a LOT of tabletop games had dropped so sharply. The owner didn't understand that we left for other reasons than just access. "'Your friend can walk again, so what's the effing problem? Was the general tone. We had blindsided him, he claimed later, and he still tells anyone who goes to the store that we stole all the furniture and that's why even a year later the room downstairs is

empty and unusable. I have no idea how well or bad he's doing these days, but frankly speaking, I'd probably get a kick out of it if the place closes down in the future. Well, in D&D terms, this new store owner rolled a natural one. Our next reddit post is from Inherent Insignia. I live in a small apartment building a few blocks north of Wrigley Field where the Cubs play, and the season has unfortunately just begun. Our building has a small, private, unfenced parking lot for private resident parking. And due to our proximity to the ballpark, we are frequent

targets for out-of-towners looking to park close to Wrigley for free. Most of us know better than to leave our spots during a ballgame. But tonight, one of my neighbors had left his spot, only to find some douchebag from out of town had parked in his spot. Well, unfortunately, the spot stealer was nowhere to be found when my neighbor returned, and so, in a particularly inspired stroke of genius, my neighbor simply parked him in. Our lot is an odd diagonal block, which means my neighbor was able to pull up behind the spot stealer without his own SUV hanging out into the alley. It was tight, but it worked.

Cut to several hours later. The Cubs game is over, and throngs of people are spilling out into the streets, and I'm at home getting some work done when I hear some particularly aggrieved honking. My office looks out onto the back lot, and I annoyedly ignored the first few honking. My office looks out onto the back lot and I annoyedly ignored the first few honks. But after 15 minutes or so of this I went over to the window, opened it, and shouted at the car to quit honking. The spot-stealer rolls down his window and gestures to the SUV blocking him in. Do you know whose car this is? He asked. I said, no, but dude, you gotta knock it off.

There's kids sleeping. And then I shut my window. Sure enough, no more honking. But I kept peeking out every few minutes. After about half an hour, I heard the car door slam, and I looked out to see the spot stealer and his girlfriend frustratedly leaving the car, look around in desperation, and eventually leave. Enjoy taking public transportation back to Naperville and coming back in a $150 Uber for your car tomorrow, moron. Hopefully, he's now learned what happens when you park

in a spot that isn't yours. That's assuming that the guy who blocked the car in doesn't have the car towed the next day. That was r slash oh no consequences, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.