Does anyone else get the feeling that every 2nd person that we encounter has an entitlement complex? As in, “I’m entitled to X, Y or Z because I just AM”? I’ve been feeling more and more disgusted with this society that we’re living in lately because it seems that everywhere I go, I encounter someone with an attitude. I don’t get it. If you, dear reader, suffer from entitlement disorder, I want to know about it. Speak up and enlighten the rest us – tell us why you think you’re entitled to receiving the whole world on a gold fucking platter while the rest of us should just step aside. I genuinely want to know.
By a stroke of good fortune, my parents have temporarily inherited a treadmill for the winter thanks to the generosity of their neighbors. This means that my mom needs a decent pair of runners – so we hit up Nike this afternoon. We were in there for quite a while because mom is pretty picky when it comes to shoes. She’s got fussy feet – what can you do? While the clerk was assisting her, I sat down on a bench. You know – the ones you find at the end of shoe aisles, where you can sit and try on shoes? I was perched on the edge of said bench when this bitch came up to me and rudely asked me if I was trying on shoes. I looked up at her and said no. This is when she ordered me to move. Ah bien Tabarnac (for you Anglos out there, that’s French cursing)! First I informed her that there was no need to be so damn rude. As I stood up, the clerk looked at me and rolled his eyes, and my mother asked what was wrong. I informed her that the bitch had an entitlement complex (and no, I didn’t lower my voice). This is when my mother looked over and asked the bitch what her problem was, informing her that there was room on the bench for two people. Bitch didn’t say one more word, though she seemed agitated by the fact that PJ, our sales clerk, refused to give her the time of day. Personally, I got an enormous sense of satisfaction out of this, because I knew full well that he hadn’t appreciated her attitude and was ignoring her on purpose. Hope you’re happy with your bench bitch – ’cause it looks like you ain’t entitled to new shoes when you’re an ass!
While PJ was extremely helpful, mom didn’t find a pair of shoes that were comfortable enough so we decide to go to Reebok. On our way there, I noticed a big-ass SUV parked with two of its wheels on the sidewalk. Now, I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but in Montreal, if any part of your car is perched on a sidewalk, you get a ticket. I mean, I could understand it if say, the back wheel was slightly elevated on the sidewalk, but BOTH passenger-side wheels? Entitlement complex! Anyway, we went to Reebok, attended to our business and headed back out. As we were walking toward the entitlement mobile, my mom elbows me. I look up to see the bitch standing next to the truck. The door was wide open into oncoming traffic. That explained everything.
This is only one example of the entitled assholes I encounter every other day. Do you know someone with an entitlement complex? Share your story with the rest of us. Come on – do it! I am entitled to hear your stories!
And to all of you suffering from ED (Entitlement Disorder), this is for you: