To ask for your best examples of brass-neckedness to entertain us all on this dull day?

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I've got one from decades ago.

My older brother was about 18 and going out with a girl of about 16.

It was pretty short lived as she seemed to be a bit spoiled etc. and they were only teens after all.

My brother was the one who ended it but girl seemed to think Mum was behind it.

Mum wasn't but she had asked to girl to help bring in washing during the rain when she stayed over at our house one weekend as mum was in the middle of something when rain started.

This was apparently a criminal act to ask someone for a bit of help so girlfriend moaned to brother (who I think had got rather exasperated by her anyway by this point) and he ended it.

Apparently this did not go down well.

Next thing, her little sister phoned my Mum and castigated her for being the cause of all this! Little sister would have been about 14 and mum would have been about 45!

That didn't go down well either.

lomega I once caught a bloke in my back yard encouraging his dog to mount my 9 month old, first season, labrador bitch!

Bloody hell! :/ I bet he'd have pestered you for a puppy as well, or three

Friend came on my hen night and brought a random other girl with her for some reason without asking or anything, and this random girl didn't even say hello to me once. I'd booked an Indian meal in town and a 'party menu' type thing, so we were all ordering chicken or lamb based meals. We'd all agreed in advance just to split the bill equally as everything was similar cost, but everyone said they wanted to pay for mine and my wine to treat me. Came to bill paying, everything kept on coming up short, so I put in for my own meal and wine, plus about another £30 extra as it was so embarassing. A few days after I was chatting to someone about the hen and they told me that the random stranger (who was at the other end of the table to me so therefore got away with it) had ordered a seabass main and a seafood starter, put in less money than everyone else, and not included anything for the expensive cocktails she'd ordered herself but my friend hadn't said anything as she'd assumed I was mates with this girl and wouldn't want a scene. At the end of the night the 2 of them just disappeared without even saying goodbye to us.

3 days before my wedding, my grown up cousin (who had been invited along with his sisters and parents as they all still lived at home and none had OHs we knew about) rang me to ask could his girlfriend, who I didn't know existed, come too, and because she lived so far away could they both have one of the only 6 rooms at our venue on the night? If not, then he might have to decline our invite... I just said no, hoped to see him there and hung up. People!

Love some of these.

Though the one about the screen loan. After 2 years I'd think it's a bit mean to go and try to take it back off them.

Is there a statute of limitations on getting loaned items back then?

I think not

(A bit of notice would have given them more time to get a bloody job I suppose; but he didn't get notice of his screen dying, & giving them the computer was generous enough, surely?)

Wow Cordy - overreaction on their behalf I think!

She sounds like a right cow :(

I didn't say there was Did I? No, I think not.

But come on, going back to claim it after two years!

And I wonder he gave it to them in the first place, given the comments made about them and lifestyle.

talking of screens... I once bought a skint mate a screen coz he was desperate, needed to apply for jobs on-line etc. I found out he sold it within weeks of me buying it for him. got some other sap to fork out for a better one apparently

Quite a few years ago I worked in a shop that was open 12 hours per day.
There were a handful of staff and if someone phoned in sick then another member off staff had to cover their shift.
My best friend at the time worked there too.
When she was at work I would sometimes look after her three children.

I was living with my boyfriend,he beat me up and I had to leave him, find somewhere to live etc.
I asked for a week off work because I was in such a state.

My friend was offered my shifts which she agreed to do....she expected me to look after her kids while she was at work and was furious with me when I said no.

My friend and her DP moved out of their rented home and had a couple of weeks until getting the keys to their first bought house, so we said they could stay with us. It ended up being a few months as the completion date kept getting put back (not their fault). However, in all that time they never once did any house work, and they were filthy pigs. We very often opened our kitchen cupboards to find no plates etc left and had to go into their room to find crusty and mouldy crockery to wash up before we could cook and eat. Every single morning there would be soggy teabags, buttery knives, all sorts all over the place as they left for work first. Ashtrays everywhere, balls of hair in the bath/shower, skidders in the loo etc. They did contribute to the bills, but quibbled over every phone call on the itemised bill etc and only paid for the calls they absolutely knew that had made. We usually couldn't fit much of our own food in the fridge or freezer as it was crammed full of their own Tesco Finest stuff. Even when I allocated us two shelves each, they still moved our stuff to fit all their own in. The best/worst bit was one night they had a Chinese takeaway and had put all the empty containers/leftovers in the bin, which was just a carrier bag hanging on the kitchen door. In the morning I came down to find a massive puddle of brown slop on the lino, where it had all drained out of the little holes at the bottom of the bag. The ironing board had then been dragged through it, so there were long tracks of gloop all over the floor. At this point I refused to clear it up and left it to see how long it would be there....days....despite us all having to jump over it to enter the kitchen! In the end I had a massive screaming fit about it all to my DP in our bedroom, just couldn't believe they hadn't cleaned it up, then I stomped out and very loudly banged and clanged and cleaned the congealed mess up. The next day she asked me if things were ok between me and DP? as she'd heard that we'd had a bit of a row. Sigh. I didn't say anything at the time as I didn't want to ruin a friendship and cause tension and knew they'd be leaving soon, so just bit my tongue every day. I'm a different person now though, there's no way I'd let that happen now!

WingDefence, it's insane because she's so vile but none of her DH's family ever dare say anything in case he turns against them, which he is quite likely to do.

Right.

I have just signed back in.

Have to catch up.

Oh, just remembered that a sort of friend/work collaborator once asked/told me he needed to shower in my hotel room because his own accommodation was further away from the meeting we had had all day and the dinner that followed. For some reason he couldn't live without going straight for dinner without a shower (or whatever it was).
I allowed it, after I had freshened up and had left the room.

This was also someone who pestered the waiters during another dinner because he had to have vegetarian food, but then chose to have creme brulee for dessert. I asked him if he was allowed to eat eggs. Apparently not. But when I pointed out that his chosen dessert had eggs, he shrugged it off and ate it all.

Lweji, many vegetarians DO eat eggs. Some don't. But the definition of vegetarian does generally include eggs unless the particular individual vegetarian decides they would rather not.

Vegans, on the other hand, do not eat either eggs or dairy. Some not even honey.

I know some do, that's why I asked him if he was allowed and he said he wasn't.

well he was very odd then. Fair enough.

ds 'doesn't like eggs' but will eat them quite happily if they are, for instance, in cakes.

Lweji vegans don't eat eggs. Many vegetarians do....there's no "allowed" but what someone feels like in many cases. I think it's rather rude to quiz someone on their food choices!

Lweji has already pointed out that she asked him whether he ate eggs, he said "No". He then proceeded to eat a creme brulée despite having been told it contained eggs.
It's not rude to warn someone that eggs are in a dessert if they may not know it - and there's no point in warning someone if they eat eggs, so it makes sense to ask first whether or not eggs are part of that particular vegetarian's diet.

Yes, some of us vegetarians do eat eggs even though we're not quite vegan Cringe at how my friends and I used to call ourselves ovo lacto vegetarians (every time) to make known that we did indeed partake of those food products

I wasn't rude. He had spent his entire dinner going on about his diet. And questioning the details about the dishes on the menu.
I didn't criticise him directly. Only asked him if he ate eggs ("allowed" is just an expression and I used it here because he was following some ioga guidelines - so it was an appropriate expression in this case). And then reminded him that what he chose had eggs in it.
I did not comment on his choice.
But I personally find that his whole attitude stank because after all that hassle and importance he was supposedly giving to his diet choices he chose to ignore the item that suited him.

Personally, I couldn't care less what people chose to eat (or not).

Disgrace, that should be in a Danny de Vito movie, seriously.

I thought of another one.

I used to be a professional chorister at a huge C of E church near Hyde Park (that's given it away). That means you are supposed to be paid for weddings, recordings and so on. It's not a lot of money, but you usually have a few churches etc on the go to cobble together some sort of income.

Anyway, I was told that there would be a regular salary from the church for some of the people who routinely did quite a bit of the work, and that I should apply. I was then told if I showed a bit more willing than usual this would help my chances.

I then was instructed to turn up to sing at the Golden Wedding service of some people who were apparently big donors of the church, so basically loaded. I spent about 3 or 4 hours at rehearsals and about 2 hours there on the day, plus I had to buy an all-zones Travelcard to get there and back, and get DD looked after for four hours on the day.

For that I received no thank you from either member of said couple, or indeed choirmaster, and I was paid the princely sum of £5. Yes, £5. Incidentally I also had to miss lunch because of the timings and I was not invited to the reception either (which you usually are in such circumstances). Then I found out the regular salary thing was being aid to some friend of a friend of his, so it had been a big wheeze on his part. She never turned up for rehearsals, services or performances, as she had 'throat infections' all the time - she was pretty crap as well, btw - and he STILL expected me to turn up for free or nearly free at short notice to cover for her. I told him where to stick his gigs.

I got pretty pissed off with being treated like this in the music industry. It's an unspoken truth in classical music that many women, especially those with kids, are treated appallingly by a male gay mafia, while the hetero blokes think they are minor gods and expect women performers to shag them on demand. It's really sordid. Well, my end of it was, anyway.

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I was recently in a cliffside cafe in cornwall which is about 15 minutes walk from the nearest village. There is a road and car park but most people walk there
I missed the first part of the conversation between the customer and the waitress, but arrived when the waitress was giving the customer a local taxi firms phone number. Apparently this wasnt good enough for the customer, who then asked the waitress if any of the waiting staff could give them a lift back to the village! The waittess replied that wouldnt be possible, based on the fact that they were at work in a quite busy cafe.

I used to run a church youth group twice a week, unpaid. As DH worked away a lot this meant getting childcare for our 1yo DS or sometimes I'd have to take him too. I was also suffering from PND and then was mis-diagnosed with cancer which would have been terminal if the diagnosis had been correct. I was really struggling to cope but didn't want to let anyone down so kept going with the group. The parents of two of the girls who attended criticized me to all and sundry, telling everyone that I was failing their daughters, who deserved better. They were also 'very disappointed' that I hadn't organized an activity for the week I was in hospital - in ICU - and that I didn't take their daughter to a youth conference weekend 50 miles away, even though I wasn't allowed to drive at the time and would have had to sleep on the floor while recovering from very major surgery.

A couple we know, who are notoriously tight, decided they would have a garden party for charity. Guests were to bring their own drinks - a bottle of something was suggested - and food and bake a cake each, to be sold to the other guests. It was also suggested that we might like to bake a few extra items to "sell".

Of course, the inevitable happened - a garden party they didn't have to pay a penny for, and a nice full larder full of cakes that hadn't sold during the "sale". Fair bit of food and drink left over, too...