Spoiled kids cringe aka First World problems - from age 3 to 30

[Carmilla]

Wow...and here I thought I was a spoiled brat...man, some of these kids really make me wonder about the future.

 

[Tanti-Fanti]

I seen some minor cases of people being spoiled. Those being when a teenager got a new iphone and then bitched and complained for on-end about how it was the wrong color or brand. Now, if a normal person got a very expensive phone, they might be very happy (if they could maintain the service) and even if it was the wrong color, they'd still be happy they'd got one.

Not these people. They'd bitch and complain about how there life was over...because of a goddamn phone being the WRONG color.

In retail I also saw some crazy shit with kids being the absolute worst, destroying everything in their path and the parents not giving a fuck. Saw these two kids literally have google watches and 2 cellphones, not listening to the mother and crap. The mother threatened to I shit you not, "crack a phone in his ass" and he still didn't listen. Maybe it's because you caved in and gave him TWO PHONES and a google watch. By the way the kids couldn't have been older than 8 and 10.

Another case wasn't from me, but from my mother. During my freshman year, they had a move-in day/introduction-day. You know, seminars and shit. I was hanging out at one of my friends dorms, but since I was commuting and didn't have a car at the time she had to pick me up. She witnessed this spoiled kid, nice clothes and all, cursing out her mother who only was telling her goodbye. Now the mom could've been a jerk, but considering what she saw of the kid and how much she cursed out the parent, I doubt that.

 

[Monika H.]

Maybe it's because you caved in and gave him TWO PHONE and a google watch.

Jesus Christ. I never had a phone before I was 13, and it wasn't even a smartphone, much less an IPhone.
When I was 9 though, my mother gifted me a PSP, which I cherished and cared for that I still have it even now, and occasionally play GTA on.

 

[Discourteous Discourse]

This past December I was helping distribute presents at Toys for Tots when a morbidly obese hoodrat family (mom, dad, five kids, all looked younger than 10 years of age, shapes ranging from Chantal to Amberlynn Reid) waddled up and started demanding iPhones and iPads. I wasn't too surprised, that kind of crap is becoming more common each year. I politely stated that we didn't distribute such electronics, not I'd give a shiny new smart phone to a family decked out in stacks of gold chains and Michael Kors accessories.

Anyway, all the kids start screeching at the top of their lungs about how they never get anything they want. The crocodile tears and snot bubbles were in full force. Two of the brats were rolling around on the floor, one was slamming his previous gen iPhone against his forehead, another was trying trying to punch the front desk and was failing because he was so fat, and the last one was tugging on the mom's MK purse demanding that she call the police on us... the people managing donated toys for the holiday season.

One worker ducked behind some of the boxes to call the cops, and everyone else was too shocked to speak or move. I excused myself, claiming that I'd go find someone who could help them. I actually went to retrieve my purse to get some gelatin blood capsules. I hid two under my tongue, went back, and started to deliver an apology, then began dry heaving. It got the parents' attention, but the little shits were still screaming until I spit up the fake blood. After one big, "Oh HELL naw!" they collectively shut the hell up and decided to leave, but not before the police had arrived and were waiting for them outside.

Spoiler: About the capsules

I keep them in my purse out of habit and paranoia. A friend suggested them to me while I was working at a pharmacy and was dealing with a creep customer. The guy couldn't take NO for an answer began trying to follow me home. One night I stopped at a biker bar, and when he got out of his car and followed me inside I spit up the blood on his shoes, crying, and asking why he was trying to follow me home. That caught the attention of a handful of burly biker men, and that scared the fucker off completely. The police were contacted for good measure.

 

[DrJonesHat]

This past December I was helping distribute presents at Toys for Tots when a morbidly obese hoodrat family (mom, dad, five kids, all looked younger than 10 years of age, shapes ranging from Chantal to Amberlynn Reid) waddled up and started demanding iPhones and iPads. I wasn't too surprised, that kind of crap is becoming more common each year. I politely stated that we didn't distribute such electronics, not I'd give a shiny new smart phone to a family decked out in stacks of gold chains and Michael Kors accessories.

Anyway, all the kids start screeching at the top of their lungs about how they never get anything they want. The crocodile tears and snot bubbles were in full force. Two of the brats were rolling around on the floor, one was slamming his previous gen iPhone against his forehead, another was trying trying to punch the front desk and was failing because he was so fat, and the last one was tugging on the mom's MK purse demanding that she call the police on us... the people managing donated toys for the holiday season.

One worker ducked behind some of the boxes to call the cops, and everyone else was too shocked to speak or move. I excused myself, claiming that I'd go find someone who could help them. I actually went to retrieve my purse to get some gelatin blood capsules. I hid two under my tongue, went back, and started to deliver an apology, then began dry heaving. It got the parents' attention, but the little shits were still screaming until I spit up the fake blood. After one big, "Oh HELL naw!" they collectively shut the hell up and decided to leave, but not before the police had arrived and were waiting for them outside.

Spoiler: About the capsules

I keep them in my purse out of habit and paranoia. A friend suggested them to me while I was working at a pharmacy and was dealing with a creep customer. The guy couldn't take NO for an answer began trying to follow me home. One night I stopped at a biker bar, and when he got out of his car and followed me inside I spit up the blood on his shoes, crying, and asking why he was trying to follow me home. That caught the attention of a handful of burly biker men, and that scared the fucker off completely. The police were contacted for good measure.

Did anything come of the cops showing up on creepy dude? Did you at least get a restraining order? What happened to the family? You can't leave us hanging like that!

EDIT: I just recalled the tale of Darren. Years ago, when I worked at GameStop (I know, I know), we'd always get a rash of kids (16 and up) applying for summer jobs. Most were normal. Some thought they were going to get paid to play video games. I was a shift manager, not the store manager, but the SM gave me the authority to hire as I saw fit, and all managers could send problem employees home with a recommendation to fire, but SM had the final say on that. He rarely disagreed with any of the shift manager's recommendations to fire.
Anyway, I get a bunch of applications. I discarded the ones that weren't filled out correctly at once. If you can't follow directions on a form, I don't want you. After narrowing it down to five, I made calls. One was to a young man named Darren, who had not indicated any previous work experience on his application. But he was also 17, so I figured it was his first rodeo. Fortunately, the SM had trained us on asking good screener questions. I was grateful for that, you'll see why shortly.

Darren comes in for his interview, and constantly asked when he could start. I kept trying to steer him back to answering my questions. Finally, I asked "are you able to take direction?" and he gave me a look usually reserved for livestock standing on railroad crossings. He said and I quote "I won't be taking direction. I'll be giving it. I'm going to be store manager." I managed to choke back a laugh and politely informed him this was for a sales associate job, under the direction of a store manager or shift manager, and if he wanted to be store manager, he'd have to stay with the company and work his way up.

His response was akin to if I'd just told he was going to be working in the coal mines for 16 hours a day at 2 bucks an hour. He raised his voice and said "I am not some common person, I go to Perfecto Prep (that's not what's it called, obviously, but it's my city's most exclusive private school, and they don't offer scholarships. It's expensive as fuck, so only rich kids can go there) and I will be store manager! I told him I didn't appreciate his tone, and the interview was over, and he'd have to reapply in six months. He stormed out, insisting I'd be hearing from his parent's lawyer.

Well, lo and behold, his lawyer didn't call, but his dad did. Dad was polite, and asked me to please hire his son, because they wanted him to learn to earn his own money and apparently he was too much of a fuckup and spoiled brat to get a job via the rich people network (he didn't put it like that, but that's what I picked up on). I told him if I did, he'd have to understand he was at the bottom of the pecking order, and I'd fire him if he didn't follow directions. I told him to speak to his son, and have him (not dad) call me back to set up another interview. The only reason I did this is because I was morbidly curious if he'd be able to dial down his ego enough to work with the peasants. Apparently, that conversation didn't go well, because he never called back. Never saw him again after that.

 

[Discourteous Discourse]

Did anything come of the cops showing up on creepy dude? Did you at least get a restraining order? What happened to the family? You can't leave us hanging like that!

Creep was arrested, and I moved out of the state not long after that happened for unrelated reasons. Last I heard he was locked up for trying to sell meth to teenagers.

The parents were arrested and had to be driven away in an ambulance due to their size. The brats went to stay with an unfortunate relative for the night. One of the cops said that was the third time in a week that the family had been harassing local charities for new iPhones.

 

[DrJonesHat]

Creep was arrested, and I moved out of the state not long after that happened for unrelated reasons. Last I heard he was locked up for trying to sell meth to teenagers.

The parents were arrested and had to be driven away in an ambulance due to their size. The brats went to stay with an unfortunate relative for the night. One of the cops said that was the third time in a week that the family had been harassing local charities for new iPhones.

I'm going to stock blood capsules in my backpack for work. Next time Impossible Client #3 comes in, he's got a surprise coming! Do you know how to fake a gunshot wound? Asking for a friend.

 

[Discourteous Discourse]

I'm going to stock blood capsules in my backpack for work. Next time Impossible Client #3 comes in, he's got a surprise coming! Do you know how to fake a gunshot wound? Asking for a friend.

I don't, sorry! I haven't had to resort to that, at least not yet.

Here's another story:

Spoiler: Mom won't control her kids? Tell her you have diarrhea!

One of my mother's friends owns a gorgeous antique shop where she allows local vendors to sell their goods. All was going well until double wide stroller momma showed up. Both of her kids were probably about 5 or 6 years old, so they didn't need a stroller. They were also able bodied. I know this because they were tearing down the aisles screeching so loudly that you'd think someone had been murdered.

I was there moving in some of my own things to sell, and tried to be quiet and keep to myself in the hopes of not being noticed. Mom was on her phone ignoring everything that Antique Lady was saying to her, not giving a damn if her kids broke anything unless it was their own bones. I started moving a wooden chest to my little section of the store. Brat #1 runs up to me and yells, "THAT LOOKS HEAVY THAT LOOKS HEAVY THAT LOOKS HEAVY YOU'RE WEAK YOU'RE WEAK!" I set down the chest, keeping quiet, and stayed in the area to rearrange some things. Brat #2 comes over and loudly declares, "THERE'S NO TOYS HEEEEEERRRRRE!" Seeing an opportunity to get them out, I mentioned that there's a toy store down the road (there's not) and that they should tell their mom about it. They bolted off to find her.

A few seconds later I heard more screeching, "THE STROLLERS STUCK THE STROLLERS STUCK THE STROLLERS STUCK MOMMY DO SOMETHING NOOOOOOOW!" She some how got the fat hunk of plastic stuck between two tables. Easy fix if the little shit drips would move. But they were jumping up and down yelling, "MOMMY I WANT TO SIT NOW" and "I WANT ICE CREAM ICE CREAM NOW ICE CREAM ICE CREAM!" I'm not religious, but I started talking to Jesus at that point.

Antique Lady couldn't raise her voice loud enough to be heard, and mom was glued to her phone. I started walking over to the area to request that mom move her stroller and noticed that Brat #1 had vanished. I turned around to see him climbing on my polished wooden chest and jumping like it was a trampoline. My patience dropped from 0 to -9999.

I faced the mother and raised my voice, "MA'AM! I have chronic diarrhea!" She finally looked up from her phone and said, "Don't say such disgusting things around my ki—" "Lady, I need to shit right now. Move." She backed away as if I just told her I had a knife. I collapsed her brat wagon for her, and she declared that she would be leaving a negative review on Yelp. She grabbed Brat #2 by the wrist as she wailed about ice cream, and swiped Brat #2 off of my furniture. She loaded them up in the car and came back into angrily ask the name of the toy store I mentioned. A disturbing huge grin creeped across my face and I replied, "Pepe's Good Toy Joint."

There's probably a seat with my name on it in Hell.

 

[Muttnik]

The really sad thing is that, with the right parenting, kids are fine in public places. Have a second cousin that's the smartest and kindest damn kid on the planet because her dad lived a shitty life and did not want to repeat it with his kids. The more time you put in to raising them and sculpting them as a person, the better put together they are. Parenting is all about a careful balance of when to say yes and when to say no. Don't deprive kids of simple joys but also don't give into them every second.
Have another second cousin that's pretty much a borderline sociopath because her mother couldn't be bothered to raise her and my aunt gave her everything she desired. And now she's in jail because all she did was take and take without ever learning how to give. Kids are complicated puzzles but they're not impossible to solve. The only thing truly responsible for breeding a little shit is yourself. Sure, kids have their own personal quirks but bad behavior is more than often learned and replicated.

 

[Tanti-Fanti]

The really sad thing is that, with the right parenting, kids are fine in public places. Have a second cousin that's the smartest and kindest damn kid on the planet because her dad lived a shitty life and did not want to repeat it with his kids. The more time you put in to raising them and sculpting them as a person, the better put together they are. Parenting is all about a careful balance of when to say yes and when to say no. Don't deprive kids of simple joys but also don't give into them every second.
Have another second cousin that's pretty much a borderline sociopath because her mother couldn't be bothered to raise her and my aunt gave her everything she desired. And now she's in jail because all she did was take and take without ever learning how to give. Kids are complicated puzzles but they're not impossible to solve. The only thing truly responsible for breeding a little shit is yourself. Sure, kids have their own personal quirks but bad behavior is more than often learned and replicated.

This is so true. I think the issue with many parents is that there are definitely those who don't give a fuck and end up with bad kids, but more often than not, you get well-meaning parents but they are absolutely garbage at their responsibilities as a parent. I've seen it happen before. A parent means well so they raise a kid giving them everything they could possibly want/need and they turn out like total garbage. And then they wonder why those kids completely disrespects or ignores them.

The reason why they turned out that way wasn't because you didn't give them what they wanted/needed, it's because you never taught them how to be functional adults. Giving a person everything they want and need and never telling them how to be responsible about it is a sure way to fuck up a kid's future. How can they appreciate anything if they're never given the chance to appreciate it?

What many these well-meaning parents seem to not understand is that their child is not growing up the same way they are. The child is not growing with little to nothing and having to scrape by to survive like the parents probably did. It's more or less a failure to understand the child is a completely different person with there own wants and needs.

 

[Jet Fuel Johnny]

I've worked at Wal-Mart and Circuit City (Back when it was around), and the people who came into Circuit City were worst by far.

It was back when the iPod Nano came out, and we'd get a little selection of them, put them behind the glass, but the pink ones? No, the pink ones have to go in the safe in the manager's office because the little shits will pry open the side of the case to get at them. Not to steal them, but because they WANT THEM NOW!

That shit practically gave me an ulcer.

 

[GnomeofDoc]

Edit. Long story and figured out how the spoiler tag works. I am boomer with tech sometimes.

Spoiler: Rich kids don’t get power tools

Was middle ish class kid. Got half off at a high end private high school (to fill up the token poor kid and slight educational developmental challenged). Everyone else there has families where one or both parents make 6-7 figure salary.
Love working with my hands. So I took sculptor class the whole way through school as an elective (It was a shop class called sculpture as it had to sound arty). While I wasn’t like my dad who did some pretty heavy construction as a 9th grader I knew how to use most power tools correctly and had taken weldling classes in the summer when I was in middle school.
I was basically the rich kid safety and instruction wrangler.

Don’t know how to put a battery in a cordless drill. Ok fine come ask me but I have seen kids put it in backwards and not understand how it works.

Trying to use a drill press to try and mill steel bar stock had to rip that dumb ass off that.

Stealing spray paint because you got to prove that you are truly black like the other poor blacks.

Having to help bandage a kid up because he forgot that applying a small bit of metal to the standing grinder might end up with you’re finger in the grinder bit and cut to the bone.

Try and fail at changing the blade on a band saw and it breaks when you turn it on almost cutting yourself.

Now I was never a dick to them it was all “Here let me show you how to do that safely” or “Hey it’s your first time using this watch me first then I watch you so you get how it works” unless it was the dumb ass trying to mill steel with a really underpowered drill press.

I have now idea how they got that class to run as we had on avarge 5-10 minor cuts (finger band-aid and neosporen) and 2-3 we got to butterfly band-aid that shit and get you to the school doctor. A trimester. No one died but I guess the parents liked it as it gave them first hand experience with the fix and build tools that they never had to use. And I was that wrangler keeping them from as much harm as possible.