Handing a homeless person some spare change, giving a stranger a ride home, pulling over to help someone change a tire–sometimes we do good deeds for other people, and usually, the recipient is grateful. But other times our acts of kindness are met with anger and rudeness. Read on for some shocking responses to kind gestures.
42. The Snake Friend
I had a friend of 22 years whose husband beat her. I helped move her out of her house, placed her in a spare bedroom in my house, bought her clothes, got her a job and money to buy things she needed, and took her to doctor appointments.
I then found out four months before my wedding to my fiancee, whom I shared a house with, that they were making sweet love to each other while I was at work. So I lost my house (it was in his name until after the marriage), the $10,000 I put into remodeling it, my Jeep, and all the money already spent on the wedding. They now live there together and my “friend” does not even work. Hmm, I got the short end of that good deed.
41. Sometimes Doing The Wrong Thing Is The Better Option
I was a dirt-poor college student, struggling to find the money to pay the rent and buy food and textbooks. It was getting late in the day and I was rushing to catch my bus when I noticed a handbag sitting in a grassy area where we would hang out during lunchtime. I opened it and rifled through the purse and found about $500 in cash. I was so tempted to just keep walking, and I kept thinking how much that money would help me out, but then my conscience kicked in and I thought that the woman who had lost her bag might need it just as much as me. I sat down with the bag next to me and waited. I figured she would panic when she realized what had happened and be back soon.
Twenty minutes passed. I missed my bus and was wondering what to do next when I spotted someone hurrying in my direction. She was dressed in designer clothes. Real fancy stuff. All my clothes were bought from a thrift shop. She let out a tirade of abuse. Calling me a thief and that she was going to call the police. I was trying to explain that I had been waiting for her to come back and I was keeping it safe, but she kept abusing me, snatched up her handbag and walked off still swearing at me. I kind of regretted not taking the money.
40. This Is So Heartbreaking
When I was 10, my mother absolutely hated me, but being a child, I still cared about her and would do anything to make her happy. One day when I was at school (4th grade), it was Mother’s Day week and we got to either make a poem on these little thin square cement things (blocks) or make origami flowers. We had the choice to do both but we had to stay inside from recess. Since I wanted to convince my mother that I love her at that time, I decided to stay in and make both things for her. Fast forward, I missed a couple of recesses (I hope I didn’t spell the chocolate) it was Mother’s Day and so I woke up at around 7 AM went to the kitchen made her breakfast and put my gifts on the side of the breakfast tray. About 10 minutes later, I hear my mom’s alarm go off and I take the breakfast and gifts towards her room and I tell her to stay in bed and that I made her breakfast. She was still dazed but stayed in bed and I gave her the breakfast tray. As I stood by the door waiting for her to say something, she was eating the banana and strawberry crepes and drink her mango smoothie. When she was done she said, “Well the breakfast was not too good, I prefer something more elegant and classy.”
After a bit when she opened the little box, I put my poem in. She read it and threw it into the little trash can by the side of her bed and she said, “That was the worst poem I have ever read; it was crap.” (At that moment, my heart broke). After about 30 seconds, I said “What about the flowers; do you like them? I worked hard to get them into that shape.” She gave me an annoyed, victorious, look in her nasty smile and said, “They look dreadful, now get out of my room.” Usually, at this moment I would’ve gone straight to my dad but he went to work early so I went to my room and cried and stayed there for the whole day until my dad came home. I told him what happened and he got into a fight with my mom. The next day, I tried to tell her sorry for her Mother’s Day gift but before I could, she started yelling insults at me chasing me with a metal rod that we used for barbecuing. Before my dad came home, she told me that if I told him anything, she would beat me with the same rod and make me spend the day in the backyard naked without food. As nice as I was to her, the more she pushed me away, insulted me, and beat me.
39. What A Brat!
When my family and I were on vacation for the Fourth of July, we were hanging out on a beach. My dad saw a girl splashing and screaming for help out in the water. Apparently, these two girls, who were probably somewhere around 12, and had got caught swimming too far out. One girl got ahold of a buoy and the other was starting to panic. He ran into the water and swam over to her. He grabbed her and started to swim her toward shore but she was panicking and struggling and trying to push him under to keep herself up.
The girl’s family was in a boat not far away and came rushing over when they saw the commotion. They thanked my dad and asked if he wanted a ride back to shore. When they get into the boat, the girl’s dad asked if she’s okay and the girl said, “He was trying to look down my swimsuit!” It was a very quiet ride back. My father was a Vietnam Navy vet on vacation with his wife and kids, building sandcastles, not checking out young girls. He recently told me the story and said, “What was I trying to peek at? A flat-chested 11-year-old in a bathing suit?”
38. Maybe She Wants Starbucks?
There is a homeless woman who stays in my neighborhood often. One day, I saw her sitting on a bench on a freezing cold day sometime after Christmas (as a teacher, this is a time I often get 20 Dunkin Donuts gift cards). I never go to Dunkin and I had a $25 gift card, so I pulled over in the snow and walked over to her and wanted to give her the gift card because it was freezing and Dunkin was up the block. I figured as a customer, she could get a hot drink and stay warm inside for a while.
I briefly introduced myself and asked for her name and then I handed her the card with a smile and said I have an extra one of these, Dunkin is up the road you should go warm up it’s a cold day. She looked at me, took the card, threw it on the ground, stomped it in the snow, and told me to get lost. I love New York.
37. The Wheel Guy
When I was 16, I gave some money to a disabled guy in a wheelchair that was asking for help door to door in my neighborhood. He thanked me and started to make small talk. I felt kind of bad for him, so I tried to be nice and make conversation. First, he asked for my name, then what grade I was in, and if I liked school. Two minutes later, he started to get super creepy and started asking about my family, if I liked ice cream, and if I ever wear short shorts and tank tops (I developed early and by that age, I was already wearing large bras). Then he started to harass me, saying how he’d like to take me out and see me in skimpy clothes to show off my curves.
When I started to panic, instead of telling him off, I sort of froze and he took it as “she likes it.” Then he reached out to take my hand and I snapped back to fight or flight mode, I ran away and close the door. You’d think that’d be the end of it, but the guy kept coming back to my house and calling my name over the intercom whenever I answered the door. One day, my mom saw the fear in my face and asked what was going on. I told her and she told the guy to stop coming or she’d call the police and then proceeded to scold me for opening the door to strangers.
36. I’m Not Sorry, Momma
I moved my mom, her boyfriend, and her three kids (my half-siblings) into my home because they’d been homeless for six months. My mom was in a different state and refused to come out here until I finally drove out there and got her. I welcomed them into my home freely with no stipulations, no strings, believing they’d do SOMETHING to get back on their feet. They had it made.
Instead they got jobs, paid me nothing, saved nothing, blew it all on the casino/smokes/drinks, broke a lot of stuff in my house, ruined my carpets and furniture, borrowed money, and left me for a week with seven kids (mine and hers) a week after I gave birth to a child of my own. I will never do anything like that again. I did my duty as a daughter, but now I will never bail her out ever again. EVER. If my minor siblings wanted to come to live with me, I’d take them. But never her.
35. So Was It A Good News Or Bad News?
I gave a girl I was dating my spare phone when she lost hers and she couldn’t afford another one for a few weeks. When she gave me the phone back, she forgot to delete Tinder (she had it hidden in a “News” folder), and I saw everything she was doing on there. She was flirting with everyone, exchanging numbers and Snapchat usernames and messages implying she was sending out naked photos to them and wanted to hook up. I gave her my phone to use to make sure she could communicate with her family or just in case she needed to contact anyone or use it for anything like emails, directions, Uber, and also so I’d be able to talk to her throughout the day. Instead, she cheated on me — on my phone. Essentially, I gave her a phone so she could cheat on me. I mean, I know she was probably doing it anyway but come on, on my phone?
I’m glad I found out but it still felt played thinking that she’d be using the phone to be talking to me or just having it in case of emergency but she was using it to be a sleaze bag. My kindness here wasn’t all selfless either. I slyly thought she’d be into me more and appreciate me more because I gave her the phone too which clearly she wasn’t. I took screenshots of everything and sent it to her basically telling her to get lost. She responded a few days later with an essay apology which I half-read but wasn’t really bothered enough to hear her out. She wanted attention elsewhere, what more is there to know? I wasn’t that into her to argue about it or work through or anything like that and I got over pretty much instantly.
34. Pregnancy “Perks”
One time after work, I pulled up to a gas station in a pretty bad neighborhood. It must have been about 10 pm. This pregnant woman and her baby daddy pull up next to me in a beaten-up car with the interior all ripped to shreds. She told me that they just had their car stolen and that they just got it back but the carjackers tore up the inside. She asked if I could give her money to get some food to eat for the night. I told her I didn’t have any cash but I’ll buy her something to eat if she really needed it. So we went inside and she started grabbing a bunch of stuff as I went to pull some cash from the ATM. What I thought was going to be a few dollars in food almost added up to $20 by the time she was done. I’m not a confrontational person by any means so I didn’t have the guts to tell her no. So she brought up the food to the register and asked about the price of ANOTHER item that she was looking to grab.
At this point, the girl at the register knew what was up and started to ask questions, but with a hostile tone. The two women then got into a LOUD argument right in front of me. Internally, I started to flip out because I was too stupid to just say no to the lady, and now this had gone way too far. The manager came and walked the pregnant woman out, and I started to walk to my car. She looked at me and asked about the cash that I pulled out. I told her I was sorry and that I couldn’t help her anymore. She started screaming at me telling me I was a horrible person because I let someone convince me to not help a pregnant woman. Her baby daddy then started asking me over and over, “Why can’t you help her out? She’s pregnant, man, you’re not going to help us out?” I just kept saying sorry and rushed to my car. I was so freaked out by the whole thing that I just drove home in silence.
33. Not A “Friend” Material
In middle school, the new kid was being openly bullied by our psychopathic study hall monitor. He was almost in tears by the end of it. I passed him a note saying she does that to everyone and just don’t take it personally.
He immediately stood up, walked up to her desk, and handed her the note. He then turned around and pointed right at me. Okay, idiot, don’t be my friend.
32. The Ungrateful Neighbors
I saved a neighbor’s life when she overdosed. We made her kids dinner while she was in the hospital getting her stomach pumped, which gave them a good look inside our house. Her kids later robbed our house. My neighbor went on to attack my parents who eventually sold up and moved away.
The paramedics who responded to my emergency call told me I had saved her life by calling them in time and administering first aid. Given what she put my parents through and the way her children are career criminals now, I sort of regret being so neighborly.
31. No Fries, No Nice
When I was studying in New Mexico, my afternoon routine was to go out and eat lunch by myself. On one such day, I went out with $10 cash and my phone—no wallet. A homeless guy approached me and asked if I could buy him a burger and fries. I said okay.
After buying my food, I only had enough money for a burger and not enough for the fries. So I got a burrito and a burger then came out and handed him the burger. He looked into his brown bag, looked straight at me and said, “Where are the fries?” That reaction left me a little stunned. Since then, every time we saw each other in the area, he would silently stare at me as the woman who denied him fries.
30. From Socially Awkward To Full-Time Stalker
There was a really weird kid at my high school who didn’t have much of a social life. About halfway through school, he latched onto my group of friends because he wanted to try psychedelics and saw us as his best bet to get ahold of some. People weren’t very nice to him in general and I felt bad for him, so I was careful to talk to him like a person. My friends would often want to secretly ditch him, but I was not cool with that. He eventually asked me out, I said no, and it escalated to the point where he would show up uninvited where I was and wrote all kinds of disturbing journal entries with fantasies about me which he PASSED AROUND school to anyone who was interested in reading them. My friends were pretty good at closing ranks around me, but then he ended up going to the same university. He eventually confessed his undying love, at which point I told him I wanted no contact with him. He stalked me relentlessly for years. He threatened to tell the police I was an addict if I didn’t go out with him (I was not). He threatened to kill himself if I didn’t run away with him and he sent this email to a huge list of people which included university administration, which got him kicked out of school.
He continued to stalk and threaten me and all sorts of people in my life. He contacted my old high school English teacher about me. I was constantly getting hit up by random people from my past who were like, “Hey, are you safe? Because this dude sent me some really disturbing stuff mentioning you.” I went to the police so many times and got nowhere — no protection, no privacy, no respect. He once sent me a link to a page to purchase a specific Glock with a message that said something like, “This is the weapon I recommend you buying to shoot me with when I come for you,” and the police said it’s not a threat because it only talked about me shooting him, not him shooting me. Finally, 12 years after this whole thing started, I got in touch with the right family law practice that was able to get me a restraining order, which is so much harder than the internet makes it sound. I had to go to court, but that was fine with me. He hasn’t completely upheld the agreements of the order but I feel pretty safe in general now due to taking so many precautions. My boyfriend was the one who served him with the temporary restraining order and the summons to appear at court, and for that I will be forever grateful.
29. Never Again!
I was working at a gas station. The buses only ran during the day on the weekend and a woman was crying in the parking lot because she had gotten stranded after buying supplies for her relative’s baby shower. I was running into the city anyway so I offered her a ride. This is back in the day of car GPS — mine was a little out of date and couldn’t find the address she gave me. It took over an hour, two trips through a very expensive toll and getting lost in one of the less fantastic parts of Richmond before I got her back to what turned out to be an extended stay motel. I got home bone-tired but feeling good that I at least tried to help someone. I was off the next day but my manager called me to tell me that a guy showed up saying he needed my contact information that his girlfriend had left her purse in my car — nope, she didn’t. My manager declined, and the guy pitched a fit and left.
The next day, I get a phone call at work saying someone wants to report my name and I was smoking illegal substances in the parking lot and had taken his girlfriend to a bunch of ATMs trying to force her to get cash out. The next call insisted that I was actually the lesbian lover of his girlfriend and had beaten her up and taken her purse to get money for my “addiction” and that he had seen this happen in the parking lot and had photo proof. He never showed up with the nonexistent proof. I never gave another stranger a ride home.
28. Abusing The Advantages Of Being “Disabled”
I was at Magic Mountain with friends and noticed an obese man pushing his wife in a wheelchair. We passed them at the bottom of a very tall hill and in between gasps of air, he asked how much farther to the top. He looked like he could use some help so I offered to push her in the wheelchair to the top for them and what happened next took me a while to figure out. She LEPT out of the wheelchair and the obese guy hopped in and said: “Let’s go!”
One of my friends was confused and asked if either of them actually required a wheelchair? The woman then started shouting about how they didn’t need the wheelchair, but it helped them get around the park and people let them skip lines. We refused to lug either of them up this hill if they didn’t need it, so they started calling me a bad person for going back on my word. Then they BOTH started walking away from us just pushing an empty wheelchair. It was a strange encounter that left us with questions.
27. Not Gonna Leave Note Again
I was 18 and driving a small ’89 Nissan Pulsar in 2002. I was backing out of a friend’s driveway and noticed a garbage truck coming. I decided to get out of the way kinda quickly and backed into the front corner of a newer Ford F-150, maybe fast enough to scuff the bumper. Maybe. I left a note because I always heard that’s what you are supposed to do.
The guy contacted me and I heard back from his insurance quote that I was now responsible for repairs to the truck to include: A new bumper, fixed alignment, a new radio antenna, a full transmission rebuild, passenger side wheel well replacement, and passenger side front fender replacement. All of the repairs totaled up to around $4,500. I don’t think I’ll leave a note next time.
26. Ended Up Being Accused
As I drove into my neighborhood one afternoon and slowly navigated my way through a group of kids playing in the street, I noticed one of my neighbors’ kids was holding what looked like a real pistol. I stopped and called him over, and in the mode of admiring the weapon, I asked him to show it to me. It was a BB shooting weapon, but very sophisticated: it had no red on the barrel which would differentiate it from a real shooting weapon, and even had an ejectable clip. I pulled up in my driveway and walked across to my neighbor’s house, and the boy’s grandmother answered the door. I explained my concern to her: “I didn’t think that the young man would hurt somebody, but that somebody (namely the police) would hurt him. He’s a teenager and tall for his age. Some people might think that he’s a dangerous guy with a shooting weapon, and they might call the cops. If the police rolled up on him while he’s carrying that, there’s a danger that he’d be shot and killed.”
The grandma went off on me. She accused me of being a racist (the boy is American-African), that I thought all black kids were criminals, that I was going to call the police on the boy and that “it was none of my business if he was playing with his shooting weapon because it was his, and he could do what he wanted with it.” After yelling at me to get off her porch, she slammed the door on me.
25. Plus, They Stole My Wallet
I flagged someone down on the highway who was driving with a flat tire. We both pulled over and they explained they didn’t have a spare. I offered to drive them to the closest convenience store and back for a can of fix-a-flat.
Not only did they ride in my car silently, offering no thanks, but they also stole my wallet out of my console when I wasn’t looking.
24. The Not-So-Nice Lady At The Waffle House
I was at Waffle House. No one was there but me, my two friends, the waitress, and the cook. My bill came out to around $7, one friend’s bill was around $8, and the other’s was around $10. The $8 tab friend tipped $1 while the $10 didn’t tip at all. Being a server myself, I especially felt bad and tried to pick up the slack on my tab, plus I was making a bit more money than I needed to at that point, so I tipped $12. The waitress scoffed and sarcastically made a big deal about it, “Ohh, thank you so much!” I said, “Uh, you’re welcome.” “Do you see this Michael?” she said, looking back at the cook and waving the receipt. “This little girl took it upon herself to bless this poor Waffle House waitress with some extra cash since she’s over there makin’ the big money on the beach.”
I hadn’t said anything about my financial situation, but apparently, me coming in wearing my work shirt was enough to provoke her anger. I awkwardly nodded, she rolled her eyes then my friends and I proceeded to leave. As we were walking out to my car, the waitress and the cook came outside for a smoke break. She was still carrying on very loudly. I think I caught her on a bad night? Otherwise, I just don’t understand the reaction. I’d be stoked if someone tipped me $20, especially if another guest didn’t tip at all and the other left under 20%.
23. Mother Like Daughter
I dated a woman who had a 19-year-old daughter. The daughter was living with a guy who was beating her. I confronted the guy and told him not to hurt her again.
Well, the prick broke up with her over it. Then the mother broke up with me. She said I had no right to interfere. I don’t think I was wrong and no one is going to change my mind.
22. This Would’ve Made The Best “How Did You Guys Meet?” Story
In college during the winter, we had a heavy snowstorm. Everyone was walking to class and I was heading down the outdoor steps to the basement where class was. A girl was walking in front of me. She slipped and began to fall. Without thinking, I reached my arms under hers to try and prevent her from falling.
In doing so, I slipped and my legs went forward under hers. She landed on top of me and literally rode me like a sled down the stairs. She stood up and walked away. She never helped me up, never said thank you, never asked if I was OK. That hurt too.
21. He Threw It!
My friend loves going and handing out sandwiches to the homeless. Usually, it’s a little bag with a water bottle, sandwich, and chips.
One time, he gave one to a gentleman by a convenience store and as he was driving away, he saw the guy straight up just throw it in the trash can. It really broke his heart. He told me he even contemplated going back out and pulling out the bag, but he didn’t. He still does his runs but not as often anymore.
20. The “I Don’t Need Your Charity” Type
My younger sister, Holly, had died of cancer days before this incident. I drove to a spot where Holly and I frequently took our chairs and sandwiches to enjoy the view. There was a car parked nearby that I had noticed on several occasions previously. There were belongings packed into every inch of the car except the driver’s seat. It was a brisk day so I assumed the car was running to generate heat. Intending to give the woman in the driver’s seat some cash, I tapped on the window. She turned and scowled at me while I offered her some money “perhaps to help cover gas.”
She then yelled at me that I was offering money because I was a “nosy brat!” and a few other choices insults. She screamed that she had a big, nice house (??) and was “here to be left alone!” She looked as though she hadn’t bathed in a long time. I was already so emotionally raw that this harsh response was a kick in the gut. So, stifling a sob, I said sorry and with my tail between my legs, skulked to my car. What a drag.
19. Some People Really Don’t Deserve To Have Kids
It makes me sad to think of this — I was on a charity project in Ghana and gave a kid I had become fond of a toy which she prized. I saw her very bruised back the next day at the school but she wouldn’t tell me why.
Her mom brought the toy back that afternoon and apologized for her daughter “stealing” it; she promised that the little girl would think again before stealing in the future. I tried to explain but the mother didn’t believe me and thought I was covering for the little girl; she was about six.
18. F… Fake Friends
In high school, I was likely the only one who was supportive of my friends speaking out about the abuses (inappropriate touching, emotional abuse, etc.) they experienced from adult faculty. I was there for them 100%, if they needed just someone to listen or confide in or if they needed help finding resources or even being present while they went to the authorities. The school didn’t want that staff to be exposed so they covered it up by telling the girls to eff off in exchange for great references to universities. Which these girls happily took in addition to throwing me under the bus as the one to blame for encouraging them to seek proper help.
The faculty turned on me and all of the sudden my grades dropped, I was denied activities and classes, I was graded more harshly on assignments, constantly told I’d never achieve my goals and emotionally undermined each day. I was treated like a prisoner in my own school. None of my “friends” gave a damn, because “we don’t wanna get in trouble.” They just turned their backs on me. I dropped out because of the hopeless battle every day (to be fair not all the teachers became jerks). And drifted for a while before finding my feet again. I will never stop being kind to others and will always try to help people when I can. Screw those who try to tarnish and take advantage of those basic morals. They won’t make me jaded towards others but they are certainly not welcome in my life anymore.
17. “It’s None Of Your Business! Leave!”
I was driving in the rain on the freeway one day and a car in front of me spun out of control and hit the railing on the side. I pulled over to the side of the road to help, got out of my car with my phone, and went to see if she was okay.
When I approached the car and asked if the driver was okay, the driver looked at me and yelled, “It’s none of your business! Leave!” So I called 911 on the way to my car to find out that I locked my keys in my car, on the side of a freeway. AAA took 3 hours to come that day.
16. The Hardest Punch Ever
I saw a kid sitting by himself, head down on a bench during recess in 5th grade. He looked so sad and lonely, I wanted to talk to him to see if that would make him feel better. So I sat down next to him, told him my name and asked for his.
He then looked up, looked me in the eye and then punched me square in the stomach before running away. To this day, that was the hardest I’ve EVER been hit.
15. “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”
About six years ago, I was on lunch break and went to grab a sub at Subway. There was a homeless guy outside the store asking for change, and I asked him if he wanted a sub. He said sure, and I invited him in to pick. We go inside and stand in line. At first, I thought everyone would stare at the homeless guy, but I was rather surprised when nobody did. We had two people ahead of us, and I was just chatting with the guy and learned that he lost everything between the bad stocks and a cheating wife. Found out his name was Danny. When we were next in line, two police officers walked in and stood behind us. Not very unusual for this Subway, but Danny got a little nervous. I started to place my order and told the other lady behind the counter to make him two of whatever he wanted. Right then, the cops just grab Danny and slam him into the ground and start to cuff him. No warning, no verbal commands, just whipped him around and face planted him on the tile. I turned and tried to talk to the second officer who pushed me away from him and into the drink cooler door, which then shattered. The other customers bolted outside while Danny was dragged outside by his cuffs. As I stood up from the push, the cop grabs me and rolls me over onto the broken glass and cuffs me. Now, I carry a concealed firearm, so I tell the officer as he is cuffing me. He freaks out and draws down on me—as I lay face down, hands cuffed—and yells “Don’t freaking move.” I calmly tell him where it is and he rips the holster from my belt loop and tosses it onto a table (where a few customers are still within reach).
Another officer walks in and helps me up then dusts the glass off of me. He asks me what happened and I relay the story to him. He uncuffs me, grabs my pistol and clears it, then hands it back to me and says don’t put it away until you get in your vehicle. I agree and walk out with them. There is Danny in the back of the patrol car, all bloodied up and obviously shaken. I ask the officer what the problem was, and unbeknownst to me, Danny was asked repeatedly to leave the property. When I brought him inside, it was considered criminal trespass and he was arrested. I told the officer that I invited him in for food and he said it didn’t matter. A few minutes later, the aggressive cop walks up to me and hands me a paper. I look down and its a notice of trespass for the same Subway and the entire shopping center. At first, I didn’t know how he got my name and info, but when I got slammed, I had my wallet in my hand and he must have picked it up. I took the no-trespass to court and got it overturned with ease, but found out Danny had to do jail time because of previous offenses and being a repeat offender. I even had a meeting with his judge about him, and the judge didn’t care at all.
14. Yeah Right…
I gave an emergency grocery loan to my cousin who has four kids. I drove to his work and delivered $500 into his hand. He said he was in a crunch and his paycheck would be a week late, but when he gets it, he’d be able to cover “things.” He thanked me profusely, saying he knows he can always count on me.
A week passed and I contacted him. The dude was stunned. I’m like, you said you were paying me back this week. He said with a straight face, “I never ever said I was going to pay you back!” As I thought about it, he was right.
13. Why Are You Asking For Money Again?
A lady was asking for money for food outside of a Chinese restaurant. I went in, got a meal for myself and a meal for her.
I gave her the meal as I walked out and she threw it at me covering me in freaking noodles yelling that she wanted the money, not the food.
12. You Know The “Can I Have Money For Gas” Scams?
One guy walks up to me while I’m pumping gas and says he’s stranded and needs money for the bus. I had some extra bucks so I gave him $2.
He then walks inside the gas station and buys some Mentos (candy). We make eye contact when he leaves. His smirk is ingrained in my memory.
11. Ya D0uche
I got my friend a temp job where I worked because he was living in his van and needed some cash. He proceeded to do little to no work, and would just socialize all day and hit on every woman in the place, including those who were obviously married.
Somehow, he was able to charm his way through a couple of weeks like this, but in the end, he wound up being let go, which reflected badly on me for being the one who recommended him. Oh, and the cherry on top was that the only time he would talk to me while on the job was to criticize me for being “glum.” Maybe it was because I was doing my work and yours, ya d0uche.
10. It Costs Him His Life
Not my story but it deserves to be shared. My high school’s soccer coach was a good guy, cared about his players and did his best at coaching them. One night after a game he and his players and a few of their parents went out to dinner to celebrate the win. As one of the moms went to leave the coach offered to walk her to her car and she accepted.
In the parking lot, the woman’s drunk ex-husband had been stalking her and when he saw the coach with her he became furious. Before the coach had a chance to explain, the ex gave him one good punch in the head. The coach hit his head on the ground and went into a coma; he died a few days later. The ex-husband was only given one year after being charged with assault.
9. $5 Isn’t Enough
I gave a guy $5 (not sure if he was homeless but he was definitely a very low-income person you typically see in my town in Australia).
The guy then proceeded to tell me it wasn’t enough and started calling me the freaking “B” word and all the other names under the sun. In honesty, that $5 was half my lunch money for the day and he had asked me so nicely to begin with…
8. Paying It Forward Gone Wrong
This just happened to me last night. I was getting Chick-fil-A for my wife and myself after a long day of work for both of us. I’m waiting in the endless line of cars at the drive-thru. I finally order the two meals and pull up to the window to pay. The employee states that my meal was already paid for by the car in front of me. I was kinda shocked but happy to receive the meal for free. The employee smiled at me and said, “It’s nice that there are still good people in this world. The last four cars have paid for the car behind them.”
Feeling guilty, I then proceeded to continue the streak and pay for the car behind. I watched as the cheerful employee’s smile disappear as she glanced down at the screen. “Oh my…that will be $53.74, sir,” I almost choked on my waffle fry as I handed the lady my credit card. My $15 dinner just turned into a charity donation for a family of seven. It felt good to pay for their meal but we will not be eating out for a few weeks.
7. Oh No!
I saw an old lady crossing the street with a vacuum cleaner. I ran up to her and offered to carry it for her. I took it before she could answer and, bless her socks, she fell down to her knees and yelped in pain. I was obviously clueless up to that moment that she was using it to help her walk. Her husband was waiting at the end of the street with her cane and saw the whole thing.
He then came up to me and told me to mind my own business next time. At that point, I just want to know where the vacuum came from.
6. This Is How My Trust Issues Started
I was in line at the local grocery store and there were three little kids ahead of me – maybe about seven and eight years old. The first two paid for their soda and chips and went merrily on; the last one was a couple of dollars short and was really sad about it. I noticed the cashier hesitate, and begin to try and reach into her pocket. I had a feeling the cashier was in high school and probably didn’t make a lot hourly like her older co-workers. Quickly, I gave the cashier money from my own wallet, the kid thanked me, and ran off.
So I’m next in line, and the cashier and I had a nice chat about the kids before her manager came up to both of us. He said he saw what happened from the office, and told me, “While that was nice of you, that kid comes in every day and does the same thing.” I felt bad and a little miffed! The manager apologized, but that wasn’t his fault. Sadly I’m so much more skeptical of helping people in that manner now.
5. It Wasn’t Cheesy At All
My then-boyfriend was on a work retreat at this lovely old mill/hotel. I had worked with this particular establishment earlier that year arranging a big multi-day event, so I knew the events coordinator. I decided to surprise him and called the coordinator to arrange for an elaborate cheese plate to be set up for him in his room on arrival – fruit, nuts, crackers the whole nine yards. She gave me a great discount and included a note I dictated that said something to the effect of, “Enjoy on your off time! I hope you have a great retreat. Love, Roxy.” The day came, he checked in, but I heard nothing. Okay, maybe he just got too busy, he was on a work retreat after all. By evening, I called the hotel back. He checked in and the plate was placed in his room upon his arrival. I called my boyfriend but got no answer. Not surprising, he had activities all day.
The next day, he checked out and I gave him a call. I asked how it went, he told me all about how nice the place was, but no mention of what was in the room. Finally, I just blurted out, “Was there a cheese plate in your room?” A brief pause. Then, “Oh, my god, that was you?” I said, “Of course, it was me!” He said, “I thought it was like a minibar like they’d charge me if I ate it!” I asked, “Did you read the note?” He answered, “I thought Roxy was the name of the housekeeper!” I said, “Even though it said LOVE?” He then said, “THEY’RE VERY FRIENDLY HERE!” So basically he thought that an unrefrigerated cheese plate, waiting for him as he entered his room, was just a thing this hotel provided. He studiously avoided it the whole time he was there and then had them throw it out, untouched when he left. He felt awful and I nearly cried. It was such delicious cheese.
4. You Don’t Deserve My Water
A man begging at an intersection holding a sign that said, “Homeless. Anything helps!” I thought anything helped right? I had a case of water in my back seat, so I gave him a bag with a few bottles in it.
He then rolls his eyes and said, “I don’t get why everyone thinks I want water.” I made him give that water back.
3. “Is That It?”
One time, I walking to Walgreens when a woman approached me and asked if I could spare any change. I had like 50 cents in my pocket and I was in a good mood, so I decided to give it to her. I put the change in her hand and she stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up at me and says, “Is that it?”
I could not believe she asked that, sure it wasn’t much, but I didn’t have to give her anything. I said, “Yeah, that’s all I have.” She scoffed and walked away. I saw her a few times after that and after the way she acted, I always turned her away.
2. From 1 to 11
I saw a kid selling lemonade on the side of the road, so I turned around to go get some. All I had was a $20 and the kid said he had change for it, so I hand it to him and he pours me half a cup of lemonade. Then he said he was going to go get change, he comes back and puts the entire $20 in his jar and acts like the transaction is done.
Now, I was definitely going to give him at least $5 even though he was selling a cup for $1. His mom ended up bringing me $9 in change, I said that was fine and started on my way, only to hear the mom reminds the boy that he now owes her $9 since she had to use her money for change and the kid starts freaking out about how it’s not fair and that it’s his money, blah blah blah. That was the day I paid $11 for a half cup of lemonade I didn’t even drink. Never again.
1. This Creepy Guy
When I was in college and working part-time, there was this guy that hung around my workplace that had some kind of neurological disability. He had trouble walking and couldn’t speak fluently. I think he was related to someone and being around made him feel good I guess? He was always well dressed and groomed and was friendly with everybody. Again, I didn’t want to be rude and sit on a corner with headphones on, so when he came to say hi, I’d try to be friendly. One day, I noticed he was staring at my chest and it made me uncomfortable (he was way older but due to his disability, I assumed he was more childlike). Then he started to leave presents on my desk, like cheap jewelry and other small trinkets. I always gave them back and tried to explain to him that he shouldn’t do that anymore. Then he started to try to hug me, which I tried to explain I didn’t like. He stopped trying to hug me but he would just stand and stare at me for long periods of time. By then, I was scared to bump into him, so whenever I saw him coming, I’d run and hide in the bathroom.
I told people about it but everyone just laughed it up and joked about it, but I was truly traumatized because he even tried to follow me home. One day, I asked a guy friend to hug me in front of him to show I wasn’t available and he got violent, threw a chair at my friend and started to throw punches. It took that incident for people to take it seriously and they stopped letting the guy into my office. He still roamed around the whole building so I was still afraid to bump into him for the whole three years I worked there.