r/IDontWorkHereLady - Mega Karen LIES to Get ME FIRED! I Destroy Her Career!
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- r/idontworkherelady OP is at Walmart when an entitled Karen decides to harass, him thinking he's an employee! When OP tells her that he isn't an employee, she loses it and goes berserk saying she'll have him fired! Little does the entitled Karen know, that OP's her coworker, and it ends up destroying her career! Subscribe for future stories.
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Stories in this episode of Reddit I Don't Work Here Lady:
0:00 - Intro
0:22 - Story 1 (u/[deleted])
2:50 - Story 2 (u/jackdsanchez)
5:52 - Story 3 (u/shiro15619)
17:05 - Story 4 (u/ukilliheal)
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So apparently I don't know what a party line is 😅 Thank you all who are correcting me!
Should I try to confidently explain what dial-up Internet is? 😂😂😂😂
Totally Fluff 😂
Explain the noise it makes while connecting, too! 😂 😂 😂
While I'm certain many of us remember dial up internet (America Online anyone?), none of us really want to.
Or how about computers that where programmed by punch cards or acoustic coupler modems?
Yeah, dial up can be phone to explain. Just like explaining a rotary dial telephone, or as I saw in a TikTok video, a mother trying to explain to her daughter what a cassette was (she had found one in the garage that they were cleaning).
Story 2: we don't need more people like, Brian, we need to BE Brian
Be the Brian you wish to see in the world.
Yes I do agree with that.
Agreed
Yep, the last time I had a flat I was literally bouncing on 1 arm of the lug wrench. I had forgotten to request the lugs be hand tightened. I was so grateful when someone offered to help.
Yes!!!
I really, really hate women who make fake assault/rape claims just to get their own way or intimidate people like that. It makes women who actually have been assaulted less likely to come forward, and less likely to be believed when they are.
And the guys life is also destroyed. Even if proven innocent, they usually end getting screwed over for many many years. No one usually cares about it and almost always gets dismissed.
I am one such woman, my experiences and adjustments as a survivor is often overshadowed by the loud mouth braggarts who treat such trauma as a get out of jail free card. As for the men whose lives are ruined over false accusations? It's disgusting. My abuser never faced consequences because the courts didn't believe child me, and he's out there still. How is it fair that he's gotten to live life as he's wanted while these genuinely good men have their entire future destroyed by liars?
It’s so disgusting how it flows out of their mouths so easily, while everyone that is around knows the truth!!!! I just can’t believe they still try this with there being cameras everywhere.
@@alexanderjones8679 and no repercussions for the false accuser
Quite simple. Make the penalty for false reports, the same as the actual crime they are accusing someone of. If someone falsely accuses someone of rape, they should be punished the same as an actual rapist.
I got a flat tire one day when I was about 19. As I started to pull out my spare, I group of motorcycle club members-scary biker types rode up. Freaked me out a little, wondering what these guys were going to do to me. Buy they just walked up, introduced themselves, and started changing my tire. NEVER assume that big scary guys on Harleys are there to hurt you not help you. Thanks guys!
Rokers IRL are not what they are in the movies. They don't use their bikes as roadkill devices and certainly don't act karen like.
yeah most big burly bikers are actually really down to earth and chill from my experiences
It's always best to be on gaurd, cautious, and prepared.
That happened to my Mum and I and it was delightful. It totally changed my Mum's view of Biker Groups.
Sometimes the scariest guys are the biggest sweethearts.
Brian legit saw someone in trouble, swooped in, fixed their problem, said "Be good," and practically flew away. That is some straight-up superhero shit.
"stop picking up the damn phone, I'm trying to call..." clearly IQ is in the single digit
Brian story: OP can call just their insurance provider and tell them "A good Samaritan saw me on the side of the road and helped me, so I never needed the RSA."
Story 3: Karen; I want you fired!!!
OP; You activated my Trap Card; Uno Reverse
"No, I'm Brian!"
I don't know why I thought that was so funny, but I almost inhaled a bite of salad.
As a middle aged woman I have one correction for you, the definition of a party line. I remember them in the 60s. It just meant that your phone line was shared with another household. You each had your own phone number so your phone only rang when someone was calling you. But while you are on the phone, if the other party line person picked up their phone to make a call they couldn't because you were using the line. And yes, they could listen in or butt in but that was considered rude and no one violated it. The only time you might talk to your party line is if you both picked up the phone at the same time and then negotiated who got to use the line first.
Isn't there a Doris-Day-Movie about a partyline
I remember this, too. We always picked up the phone before making a call to be sure no one else was using the line. You could hear when someone picked up or replaced the handset when you were talking. There was more than 2 households sharing our line but I can’t remember how many. We suspected someone of listening to our conversations sometimes, but may have been wrong.
@@andreabartels3176 yep!
Kristin I’m not saying you’re wrong, because it may have worked that way in your area. But where I lived each house was assigned a certain ring. For example your ring may have been two short rings followed by a long ring. You were only supposed to answer if you heard your ring. We still had party lines in rural Manitoba into the early 90s.
@@wandamarsh5861 I had forgotten about being able to tell when a handset was picked up. I was pretty young still when we got a private line.
I love the line "Do you know who I am." Nope and don't care is my usual response.
“Why would I?”
"Yeah, you're a complete arsehole."
Another good answer is..."oh should I?"
Another good answer is "... Oh should I?"
"this is not a game of 'Who the F**k Are You'!"
LOL, 90. I'm 60 and we had a party line when I was a kid. Several houses shared the same line and you didn't hope someone was there to talk to, you hoped no one was on the line so you could make your call. Unless you were a kid like me and you wanted to eavesdrop on the neighbors private conversations. 😁
We had a party line too, the other people made a LOT of calls!
59 and we had a party line. You could make a call if no one else was using the line. Incoming calls caused a a different ring depending on the number called. You picked up if you heard your ring, not if it was the ring for someone else on the party line. (Unless you were an eavesdropping. 🤣
I was a Brian in my younger years. Not literally of course, but I would stop and help people all of the time, sometimes to my detriment. Like the time I crawled under and older couple's car in the snow and slush and coat hangered their exhaust up, so they could get home. I also put a girl's space saver spare on her car and led her to a junk yard, because she still had 200 miles to go and I didn't think the spare should be used that far a distance. I knew the junkyard owner and he found a fairly decent tire on a rim exactly like hers and only charged her $10 for the set up and had one of his guys put it on her car. It's the simple things.
I've helped people as well. Even chased one person in a motorhome down because he was dragging his toy hauler. It had come off the hitch. I wasn't even in a vehicle when I heard and saw it.
We need more of this kinda action in the world
I like the stories of when people insist they dialed correctly, and demand an appointment, they are given an appointment.
I love how they forget how they have witnesses or something recording these incidents, when they go to report them or call the police. And then they are surprised or sheepish to discover that in fact they were recorded making their statements, or attaching someone before that.
Story 2: This story had me tearing up and said "Lord, I pray that you bless this person whoever he was to help out the OP with the flat tire." In my honest opinion this was a guardian angel in human form helping OP out. And it had me thinking that we ALL need to be like this person despite all the dangers and craziness going in the world.
My car broke down on an isolated stretch of highway; had my 9 year old daughter with me. Guy pulls over and asks if he can help. He had a quick look under the bonnet but issue was out of his league; I told him I'd called roadside assist, so he went back to his car, leant on it and said "I'll stay until they turn up". That's chivalry. It does exist. I'm very thankful for all the strangers who have been there for me in times of need. They've been far better than friends.
I had a flat years ago. This was before the days of cell phones. I was in a town and had several "normal" looking people walk past and ignore me.
I was returning from a camping trip where I had been a chaperone. My car was a hatchback, and in order to get to the spare, I had to take everything out. I could not get the lug nuts off. I was literally JUMPING on the lug wrench to no avail.
Had 2 guys pull up. They looked like they could have been in a motorcycle gang. I will admit to being nervous. But they changed the tire for me. I was extremely grateful.
@@dizzysdoings Listened to a girl on talk back radio tell her story to listeners and the DJ (on my way to work, the exact same route she'd taken earlier in the week). She said "I broke down in the middle lane on the bridge. Started to panic, because it was very foggy and thought someone behind me was going to crash into me. Suddenly, out of the fog came three well built guys in overalls. They quickly pushed my car into the breakdown lane (told them I'd called for road service), waved cheerily and disappeared into the fog again. I think their names were Mario, Mario and Mario but can't remember". She was more impressed with how heroically handsome they all were and couldn't recall if she'd even thanked them, so was going on the radio to say thank you. (Also probably hoping one of the Marios would get her number from the radio station ha ha ha). Her astonishment at three rescuers just appearing out of the fog was memorable.
I ended up getting a flat some two years ago in my small town and pulled in front of a store to deal with it. The people inside came and offered helping slapping the spare on.
We need more people like that.
"Stop picking up the damn phone!!"
I'll stop picking up the phone, JUST AS SOON AS YOU STOP EFFING CALLING MY DAMN PHONE KAREN!!
Story 3: I work HR at a large state prison and we have strict rules for what employees do while in uniform or displaying Correctional ID badges. Prison guards are actually forbidden from purchasing alcohol while wearing their Corrections uniform jacket and even displaying your photo ID lanyard off-grounds is frowned upon. We had one officer get arrested for a DUI and speeding while wearing his uniform and he was immediately fired the next day.
Imma vote for any president that vows to ban all Karens as soon as they get into office 😂
Or put in a containment camp🤣😂
Put them and Trump on an island, the racists too and then drop a nuclear device on it. You can even pay for people to watch it online.
I'd vote for any politician on any platform, who included mandatory mental health incarcerations for Karens. Most of them sound insane.
That would be like vowing to ban cockroaches. Impossible.
@@parsnip2699 Lol, too true.
Story 4: K: "Is this what my tax dollars are paying for? Do your job!"
C1, C2, CO, or D: " Yes Ma'am, let me do my job right away. Turn around and put your hands behind your back, you are under arrest for harassing a minor."
I'm guessing that story either ended with Karen wisely seeing the Constable had a face like Armageddon and decided to leave or, as is typical, decided the Constable needed "disciplining" and got herself arrested as a result of it..
That first story reminds me of when I was a kid. This one woman kept calling my house, looking for her friend. We answered and explained that she had the wrong number, her response "But this is the number she gave me.". I don't even remember how many times in a row she called, I had answered it, my siblings had answered it and so had my mom. After a while my mom told us not to answer it. So we didn't, and she left a message. 10 minutes passed and she was still leaving a message I don't remember details but I think she was apologizing for something. After 25 minutes of hearing her leaving a voice-mail there was abrupt silence as she was mid-word. My mom came out with the phone in her hand and a grin on her face "I answered and hung up." Frankly we were all relieved. Oddly, she didn't call after that.
20:05 i was expecting “If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them....maybe you can hire The A-Team.”
Cue the badass theme song.
My mom once called Cox thinking she was calling a friend. The Representative who answered just talked with my mom for 15 minutes before dad came inside and realized what happened. Mom had what we erroneously thought was the beginning of dementia. I called that Cox representative back and thanked her profusely for calming my mom down and being an awesome human being. Funniest thing: my parents didn't have Cox as their provider. This happened during the Covid lockdown.
Provider of what? Vegetables?
The Walmart story. Good on OP for thinking of that and bad on Karen for not thinking at all.
As an educator we're held to the same standard as the lady in the Walmart. We have been warned to not have our work place on any social media because if we act ugly on there and people can connect you as a district employee your job could be snatched. Even the union can't protect you if it's bad enough.
I recall hearing a few stories about teachers that have been fired for what they posted on social media or how they acted in public when people knew they were a teacher.
Same thing with me.
I'm a Civil Instructor for the Royal Air Force Cadets and I'm told that, if I make so much as ONE slip up, I'm out the door on my arse!
When I worked at service desk of a big box store, I had a woman come in and was real rude and nasty as she couldn't get her way. She made the mistake of wearing her name badge from a local hospital. She shut up when I mentioned I worked for the same hospital, which I actually did. As long as you work, behave in public as you never know who is listening
Story #3 Why is it always some utter complete mess of a person who will blame everyone around them but not themselves. Lies and swear at work. Goes ballistic all the time. Then blames everyone around them.
Probably because it normally works.
The Brian story made me smile so hard my face broke😄
Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth.
Sooner or later, that debt is paid.
-Valery Alekseyevich Legasov.
Ironic.
Such a good quote and also a good series.
As an employee of the largest employer in the county where I lived prior to retirement and not being one of those "gray rocks" who can pass under the radar anywhere they go, I was always, always excruciatingly aware at how I presented myself to the public.
It stemmed from my mother's executive position in a large department store, where any poor conduct by me and my sister would directly result in negative results for our mom.
As she told us: "Be careful what you do or say, as you just never know who knows me (we had an unusual last name" or your dad, or who might end up being your future employer".
This has stood me in good stead over the past 60 years.
Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised the last Karen was trying to make a falsework police report 🤦♂️😒
Man, if I was a Cop and some idiot yelled they'd "have my badge", I'd fling it at them and say "You want it? Have it. Your shift starts now and doesn't end until [END OF SHIFT]. You only get one break per shift and I already used it, so if the [SENIOR RANK] catches you skivving off, expect a write up for Neglect of Duty. Well, don't just stand there, my taxes don't pay for you to just stand around looking stupid!"
The Brian story is so wholesome ❤️
Bless that guy.
Edit: Kizik's testimony actually shows that deep inside, the majority of humans are decent people willing to help others. It's the few that are not evil that gets all the news... and/or cause others to suffer
Me: trying to sleep
Fluff: let me teach you the Karen gospel
The whole NHS has a clause for workers of 'bringing the profession into disrepute'. So if you can be identified and do something wrong, it can get you in trouble. Also any medical personnel have a duty to give aid if we're identifiable, this includes students. So it's always recommend to take your uniform off before going home, if you wouldn't be able to help in basically every type of medical emergencies.
My roadside assistance story has four of us on our way to a friends wedding, All of us wearing tuxedos. Changed the tire of a car with 3 old ladies in it. Unfortunately, this was well before cell phones so we didn't get any photos but it's still a good memory.
3rd story, the Karen argued, put up a fight with security, cried and tried to lie her way out. Then probably started being rude to everyone when her act wasn't working. That's probably what happened, she knew she was screwed when she saw op, but I think she only dig her grave deeper after what she said and then did
She already had one foot out the door. OP just gave her a shove on her way out.
Story 3: as for the badge thing yes that’s very true. I won’t go into details where I work but the only place my badge is technically acceptable to show is at work and the airport. Because it’s a certain badge it can get me in a lot of trouble to wear elsewhere. With Karen being someone who works with military contracts this sounds like something federal probably military. You are never supposed to wear these badges in public and thinking they get you an out of jail free card is the dumbest idea.
I think part of the problem is that because they have that badge, it gives them some kind of 'entitled' authority. I have met a few people like that.
@@stoopingfalcon891 True. I was just giving clarification on the post about "official" looking badges. But people "forgetting" to take of the badge in public is just stupid
@@WTCheatShaming Agreed. But it's not just about removing the badge, it's also about removing the mindset imo.
I came here just to say that. My wife worked for DOE and she explained to me early on that walking around with her DOE security clearance badge out was a huge no-no when I asked about it one lunch date.
And when she passed away and I had to return it and clear out her desk, I had one higher up and two security guards escort me in and watch me like a hawk. Fun times.....
@@thatjeff7550 Yeah they make sure you return it and arent going to copy anything since its Federal level. Also Sorry for your loss.
Before I got married, I had a pretty bad last name that was constantly and purposefully mispronounced. My parents used to order a lot of things from Sears and they would call to let us know that the order had arrived. Without fail, they would constantly ridicule the last name. It upset me for a while until I figured something out. They would call and say is this so and so's residence? I would say, no wrong number or something like this and hang up. They would call a bunch of times until I finally said no, it is not the "Vkrviestn" residence, it is the "Wtnuubc" residence. They always fake apologized, and I would always ask do you have it right yet? Until the day the catalog business quit, we got the same types of calls.
I was about to correct you on the party line, I had one when I was little, but looks like others beat me to it.
Story 4: I haven't heard of a police explorer either, but even then, I would know that "Police Explorer *≠* Police Officer". Even then, nobody should help you if you're gonna rudely treat (insults especially) everyone.
Police Explorers are aimed at young men and women who are interested in getting into Law Enforcement, & they have uniforms for that & they also ride along with a uniformed police officer, but the Police Explorer usually remains in the Patrol Car
At least I would ask what a Police Explorer IS first.
I worked at DCF and we were told NOT to wear our badges visible in public for our own safety.
No, a party line wasn't where you picked up and hoped there was someone to talk to! It was just a single phone line shared by several households. it was the same as having multiple land lines in the same house, except it was multiple houses in the neighborhood. If you wanted to make a call and picked up the phone and there was someone having a conversation you had to hang up and wait until they were done. Or put your hand over the mouthpiece and listen!
Last story: When she said "You shouldn't be on your phone on the job", he should have replied "Well, when I get a job one day I should try to remember that". :) But of course, it's always difficult to be so quick-witted in the moment. :)
The last one should've been arrested for harassing a "police officer". And maybe explain to younger viewers what a mimeograph is!😆😆😆
I remember them
My car blew a tire about a month ago and while waiting for a tow from my roadside assistance a couple random stranger came up and helped. Jacked up the car and everything. Unfortunately my tire explosion caused more damage than a change would help so I got it towed anyway but damn seeing two random strangers stop and help me restored a lot of my faith in humanity.
I'm going to assume Karen was at the police station in the first place to demand the officers go arrest the guy at Walmart wearing a Burger King uniform who refused to go get her toilet paper from the back room.
The first story is in some places as mine. Many years ago a karen called asking for some guy but in a way far than pleasant. Probably she was her boss or something. She was very very rude and demanding, even to the fact of saying she will retaliate if we don't do what she wants. She called multiple times and every time some family member had to tell her she was calling to the wrong number. My Mom was very p***ed off with her and started a game. Karen asked for James, and Mom said James wasn't available, then James was out of town, lately, James was with her wife, etc. Karen quickly reacted, but in a very bad way. Our beloved aunt Lucy said she was James' secretary and asked for a number to call back. Then the revenge. Mom faked a voice and asked for James calling at that number. We discovered karen was James' misstress and the guy who answered the phone was her cheated husband !!!
Story 2 is exactly why I always have a 4 way, my impact kit, and a set of wrenches in my trunk. People helped my family when I was a kid with flats and snapped belts. Been passing it on since I started driving.
We need more people like that in this world
The Walmart staff member abusing Karen in Story 3?
No we don’t
Karen who was harassing the cops did ask if they knew who she was ------ probably the mayor's wife, and felt they all worked for her directly
A party line was NOTHING like an internet chat room! :-)
Story 2: I love how good sanitation went out of his way to help OP with the tire and encouraged to do the same for others. Good message. :) ❤
That first story reminds me of when I was in the military, the phone number me and my wife had was very similar to a local bank branch. Most of the time people accepted "Sorry, you have the wrong number, this is base housing.". One male Karen however did NOT accept that. He kept calling back, getting madder each time, until he cussed out my pregnant wife. The moment I saw her tears I went into Sergeant mode. The next time he called I answered and proceeded exactly as I had been trained. I was polite, I was courteous, and I had a plan to eliminate this moron who made my pregnant wife cry. I asked for all his info, account numbers, social security number, name, address, you name it. Then laid into him how this wasn't a bank and his dumb ass just gave a complete stranger ALL his personal information. At the time I was a military instructor, not a boot camp instructor, but a base instructor. And I HATE letting someone go ignorant, if they're stupid that's their problem, but ignorance can be fixed and I like to not only do so, but I'm ok with having my own ignorance fixed (that's how you learn). On a side note, my favorite class was "Self Aid and Buddy Care", because they gave me an anatomically correct dummy that would also squirt fake blood when I pushed the button for the area I wanted the blood. I made a LOT of new troops scream.
I actually had an experience at my workplace, about a year maybe a little bit over a year ago, with a male karen. He got upset because we didn't sell something he wanted anymore, I tried to explain that we no longer sold the item he insisted that he got the information online that we still did. I actually explain to him that the location that I work at no longer did sell the item he wanted and he actually started cussing at me. The thing that I still think it's awesome is that I actually got to turn the Karen's catchphrase on this guy. When he stops talking for a little bit I cheerfully asked him if he wanted to speak to a manager. Funny enough he didn't seem to want to as he went really quiet and quickly left my workplace.
Party lines were a thing, but it wasn't "pick up the phone and just hope somebody's on there..." It was like four or five houses sharing the same phone line. You could pick up the phone to make a call and find somebody else already on there talking. They started phasing them out in 1988, but some still exist in remote locations.
Story 1 reminds me of friends of ours whose telephone number ended one digit away from that of the local cinema. It ended with 9, theirs was an 8, so on the rotary dial, only too easy to fluff.
Most people were quite good about having mis-dialled, as soon as an obvious private number was announced, but yes, they had their own share of Karens who flat out did not believe that THEY had dialled the wrong number, and for whatever reason, YOU, the local cinema, was jerking their chain, and "I'll have your job for this!"
Our friends used to say "That's fine, my name is xxxx, good luck getting me fired," and hang up.
It was bad enough that they kept an up-to-date copy of the cinema timetable, listings, and seat prices by the phone.
For the persistent idiots, they would "cave in", take their ticket reservations, then ring the cinema and make the bookings 'on behalf of' the PI. For the REALLY persistent idiots, they wouldn't.
Im so glad that our landline phone has a feature to help with nuisance calls
(If we had the feature enabled, and you called us, the automated system would answer (the phone would not even ring at this point), and it would say something along the lines of “The person you are calling is using a call blocking phone, please say your name after the tone, then press hash, and wait to be connected”
And just incase anyone is wondering what the hash key on the phone is, it is #
Where i live, pound has a COMPLETELY different meaning (£)
A few years ago, a young (sounding) woman called and asked for Bruce. I said she has the wrong number. She hangs up. A minute later she calls again and asked for Bruce. I said, Still the wrong number. She hung up. But then she calls again and asked for Bruce. This time I said “Still the wrong number and if you keep dialing speed dial, you’ll never get him”. She didn’t call back.
When I was small, the rural areas had party lines. I remember my babysitter had one. A few years later, my family moved out of town and were excited about having the option of a private line.
*Story 2:* something happened to our car and we were stranded at a gas station forever because, for some reason, gasoline wouldn’t stay in our tank.
A dude we *never met before,* stayed with us the whole time trying to help us fix it!!!
It took *a few hours,* but we were _finally_ able to get things under control, so we could get home!
When my hubby asked him what we could do to say thank you, he said a pack of cigarettes would be fine, *AND* to make sure _we_ do something like this for another person. 😊
*I’ll never forget that guy!!!*
Cops have to deal with more Karens than any other profession by far.
Story 2: It happened to me but I didn't call roadside assistance. I had just driven over a pothole that appeared after a lot of heavy rain. My tyre blew and I got tools out to change it. A guy with in a 4wd with a trailer stopped, helped me change the tyre then went on his way when I thanked him profusely.
This is not the first time it has happened either. My old car used to stop working sometimes. I have had people help me push it to the side of the road and one guy who towed me with a rope conncected to be the back of his car!
What is bad is when these Karens falsely accuse someone I have see police officers arrest someone without asking any questions. Haul them off to jail and refuse to even listen to anything the arrested person says. This happened to me and it was my son who had beaten me black and blue. When the police picked him up he told them I had beaten him up. I was arrested , taken to the police station and then to jail. They automatically assumed I was guilty. At this time my face was swelling up because he had broken a piece of my cheek bone. I begged for some ice but was ignored. At jail there was a strip search (oh joy ). I had to empty my savings to get a lawyer who had the charges dropped.
Needing more people like Brian around, yes I do agree.
Story 2: I have done this more times than I can count. Most recently, I was on the Interstate and came across a couple of guys on Harleys. I pulled over to see if there was anything I could do. One of their bikes took a shit and they were trying to figure out what happened. All three of us had ideas and eventually we determined that the primary 50A fuse was blown. No one had a spare, so one of the guys hopped on the working Harley to go into town and procure one. I waited with biker number two in my car. I had snacks and drinks and satellite radio, so we had a pleasant wait. Guy number one returned with the fuse, we got the bike started, and pretty quickly saw that there was an electrical problem in the charging circuit and we weren't going to get the bike running long enough to get it into town, about 15 miles. So the guys called a buddy with a trailer and when he arrived, I went home to eat dinner. I get a great warm fuzzy feeling from doing stuff like this for people.
Actually, back in the day, the party line phone lines were not to talk to each other, but rather everyone had to take turns using the phone line. If it was an emergency you could request using it and people were fine with that. You could hear if anyone picks up, like you can on extension landline phones, like some can relate to. But it wasn't like a chat room or line, and rarely did besties have the same line. It was usually the closest neighbors. It was rude to just be on there for nothing or seeing if someone would pick up. Haha. You'd have to dial a certain way to be able to call anyone on your same line. I'm 65, and I remember it well, and we have a party line for a long time, too long. Haha
Back around 1990, a medical clinic opened in a neighboring town. Their new number was just 1 digit removed from our number. Theirs was 386 instead of 387. But in a sort of nightmare of errors, they published OUR private residential number in an ad somewhere. So for about a month we must have gotten a hundred calls. And even though they eventiually corrected the error, in the years that followed, we still got at least 1 or 2 mis-dialed calls per month.
NEVER wear work branded items outside work. Wear a jacket, secure your ID, heck turn your shirt inside out if you have no other options. A guy I worked with was terminated because he wore his work shirt when on a school campus, IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF OUR COMPANY POLICY. Why would you want people to know where you work anyway, especially a "Karen" or "Chad" ?
Woooohoooo I love IDWHL videos
Me too.🤣 Fluff is right, we need less Karens in the world. 😛😛
Back when I used to four wheel, I carried tire plugs, tools and my Jeep had an on board air compressor. I had to be self sufficient in the woods.
I can’t tell you how many tires I plugged for people, yanked them out of snow drifts etc.
Be nice to each other folks…..it’s easy
We had shared the party line with 3 or 4 other households. The old gossips would always rubberneck, listening in on other conversations.
Me being the polite young man I was, while ending a conversation someone, not only said goodbye to whom I was speaking and also said, goodbye Mable. ( I believe the name is correct , may have been a different gossip ). I heard a bit of a snort before hanging up. I then turned to see my dad at the table with a grin on his face, almost laughing. Well, turns out word spread and everyone would end their calls with a " goodbye Mable " !
Thanks to those who sparked my memories of my youth!
My wife's name is Karen. I've been watching too many of these videos because everytime I watch one, I ask her what in the hell was she thinking when she left the house today?
If you are still married, she obviously has the patience of a saint.
Fluff's definition of a party line does sound like it would be infinitely more fun than reality.
Years ago I got many phone calls late at night asking for women by name. A different name every time. This went on for months. One day a man called and asked for a woman. Even though I explained he had the wrong number, he went on asking for a number of different names. Finally I asked who he was. He answered that he was the manager! I told him that I don't have a manager for my home that I own. Who did he think he was calling. Turns out it was the local "ladies of the evening" club.
I hate how the officers were catering to Karen instead of getting blunt with her in the first place with one simple question: *Are you dumb?*
My Grandmother (born in the 20s) describe their first phone line as a party line where it did ring in at every party's phone but there were different rings for each party. So you knew who was getting called and once it stopped ringing you could pick up and eavesdrop.
I don't know why, but this video reminded me of when my mom used to own a yarn shop. I would always help her out with it and learn some skills like the register and whatnot. This lady started claiming I stole her card even though I never touched it. I didn't even see the thing. My mom came over to deal with the situation, and the daughter of the woman pointed out to her mother that she never took out her card in the first place. Thanks for the trip on memory lane lmao 🤣
It’s amazing how many Karen’s always saids they were assaulted but they have no bruises or marks on them. They always just want someone arrested or their not happy.
Crying victim is a surprisingly common act in the USA, for a country in which the belief of personal responsibility is so strong.
#1 When you dial the wrong number, it don't mater if someone at that number answer or not, it'll never magically transfer to the correct one. What was that Karen «thinking» ?
#2 Just a nice story of someone helping someone else just because they can.
#4 I can bet that Karen got a room in the station for the night. A room with steel bars for a wall, a hard bench along one of the three other concrete walls, NO TV, and that she did not have the key for the door.
My roadside assistance story doesn't involve Karens or ungrateful so-and-sos, but I think it's amusing nonetheless. My first year in college I was still feeling around figuring out what profession I wanted to go into, so I took a variety of classes, one of them being auto mechanics. Even though I decided that wasn't for me, I learned enough to equip all the family vehicles with the means to do basic roadside emergency maintenance. That came in handy almost immediately, when the following summer my family (mom, dad, younger brother, and me) were heading out of town on vacation and saw a couple of young women on the shoulder with engine trouble. My brother pulled over to help them, but could only stand around and watch as big sis (aka me) not only determined that the problem was a broken fan belt, but replaced it with a sort of universal belt that could be trimmed down and fastened together to fit practically any vehicle as a temporary get-to-the-service-station fix, He enrolled in college the following year and the first class he signed up for? Yep. Auto mechanics.
This is how I explained it to my 5 yr. old nephew. 4 people live in a house Mrs. Roberts walks up to the door and knocks once. Jan knows that one knock means the person outside the door wants to talk to her, so she answers. Now if Mrs. Roberts had knocked 3 times Billy would have answered the door Since more then 1 person was on that line, you had to pick up the phone and listen to see if any one was talking BEFORE you dialed the number you wanted to call. You also had to remember NOT TO SAY ANYTHING you didn't want everybody to know. Anyone that was on that line could pick it up and listen in on your conversation! YEP I'm that OLD. ERRRR YOUNG, I mean young 63 YEARS YOUNG!! SH^&^t LOL I'm not THAT vain!!!! I'm OLD, Over the Hill, One Foot in the Grave, Backside of Young. Mom always said you are only as old as you think you are. SHE LEARNED TO RIDE A MOTORCYCLE AT 66 years old!!
Story 2: I have a brother named Brian. This is totally something he would do. He likes helping people. I also have a sister named Karen, who dedicated her life to helping adults with developmental disabilities. She’s named Karen, but isn’t a Karen.
A party line was, several different homes were on the same line. You had to count rings to know if it was for your home, like 3 fast rings, pause, 3 fast rings. Another problem was that anyone on that same line could pick up at any time and listen in to your convo. And of course there was always one home that hogged the line.
Story 2 reminds me of when my truck broke down at like 1 AM when I was trying to get home after working my Hawaiian food and drink trailer at a local fair. This lovely man saw me trying to get my spare off the rusted dohicky thing, and pulls over. He got it off, and put on my tire for me. I was so grateful, and offered to pay him. He declined and made a joke about how he can't accept money from a woman, as he is already gonna have to explain to his wife why he was hanging out with a lady at 1 AM. So, I asked him to please at least pick out a pineapple for his wife then, as I pointed into the bed of my truck, where there were about 100 pineapples and several bushel baskets of oranges, and bananas. This guy starts laughing to the point of tears, asking why on earth I was broke down at 1 AM with a fruit basket for a truck. He then said it was weirder now, gonna have to tell his wife he was hanging out with another woman on the side of the road, and she gave him this; and he happily accepted a pineapple for his lovely bride. We parted ways, and I have never seen him again, but I hope his wife liked the pineapple.
That first story reminded me of an issue I had with a pizza place a few years back. A new pizza place opened up down the street from us and their phone number was one number off from ours. Subsequently, we got a lot of wrong numbers from their customers, some of them got quite rude, when told we weren't the pizza place. I went to the pizza place and talked to the owner and found out that the new flyers he was giving out, had our number on them. They came in with the wrong number, so I asked him to either correct them before handing them out, or throw them out and get new ones. He said no and that we'd have to deal with it, until he ran out of them. I asked him if he was sure and he told me to leave. So, I dealt with it by taking orders and offering items they didn't have on their menu and discounts, as well as ridiculous special prices. I did that for 2 weeks before he called and asked me to stop. He was screaming about lawsuits and beatings. I told him I'd stop, when his customers quit calling. His doors closed a month later.
That's not what a party line was. A party line was when multiple houses shared the same physical phone line. It saved money, but you had the chance of the line being in use. People didn't really use it for anything. It was more of a PITA than anything.
I always love the "Do you know who I am?"
Kid in the last story, called into the CO's office, all concerned. Me, thinking of the legendary "Have a biscuit, Potter" moment from the Harry Potter series. Then CO offered him a cookie, and I'm just like 😂.
My grandparents had a party line back in the early 1960s(or late ‘50s).I always wanted to answer when the phone rang. They would tell me it was not their ring. I still don’t know what the differences were between the rings.
Many years ago, I saw a guy struggling to change a tire in the rain. He had the crappy little jack that came with the car and the ground was just too wet for him to be able to use it.
I sometimes wonder what he thought about me, a white woman, stopping and helping him, a black man.
But the jack I had was much better. It didn't sink in the mud like his. And, unlike him, I wasn't wearing nice clothes. So it didn't bother me to get wet and muddy. I was going to get wet and muddy anyway since I was heading over to the farm where I have my horses. No matter the weather, I still need to feed them.
Aw, nooo! I'm actually late this time! Streak ruined :(
I used to get in trouble for listening to other peoples conversation on the party line. LOL
Had a "Brian" show up to change my tire. Surgeries prevented me from using wrenches. He crawled under my van to detaching the spare, and changed the tire. In the dark, on a side street, no one around, a wonderful gift
I have a story very similar to Story 2; me, my mom, and sister had gotten a completely flat tire in a parking lot of a McDonald’s and had called the Road Side Assistance and were waiting for someone to show, First 1 hour, then 2 hours, 3 , 4, and on the 5th hour of waiting for someone that they had sent I had seen a very bright light so I told my mom and sister, come to find out it was a Police Officer, him and his fellow officer changed our tire and we were able to go home. No thanks to Road Side Assistance.. who never showed.😒. 👮🏻♂️❤️
I can understand Brian. A few years ago I was a field tech in I.T. and ran a call to a business. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I was approached by a guy in rags and given the location, I instantly assumed it was a bum wanting a handout. I honestly was in a hurry but I shrugged him off before he even had a chance to say much. Looking back, he must have thought I was a seriously rude SOB or he understood what it looked like.
I fixed the problem in the business pretty quickly, and was leaving about 30 minutes later and as I was driving across the parking lot, I saw the guy looking very frustrated looking under the hood of an old car and I decided to stop and see if he needed help. I explained that I was in a rush earlier, and he was very friendly about that. But he said he'd been out there for several hours and just needed a wrench for his battery terminal. I had plenty of tools so I helped. Turned out that he thought he had a bad battery connection. So we tried cleaning both terminals and then he tried starting his car. It didn't start. But when he tried and I saw what it was doing, I realized what the problem was because, oddly enough, I had a car do exactly the same thing once. It was a location switch in his gear shift. The car wasn't starting because the car's computer thought it wasn't in park. The only problem was slack in the shifter. I showed him that, and all he had to do was push it harder into park and it started easily.
He was certainly not a bum. I was wrong about him. I don't know how much money he had, but even though he was dressed in rags and driving a rather old and worn car, he tried to pay me $40 for the help, but I refused. He was a super nice guy just trying to get his car started. I was glad I was able to help him, and felt bad for treating him like a bum at the start.
OMG the roadside tire help. Brian my brother did things like that all the time and that was his policy "pass it on"
Honestly it has become a habit to always watch your videos when I'm eating. Listening to a good story of people getting what they deserved while I'm enjoying a good meal is the highlight of my day.
in the third story, Karen's withdrawal from cigarette deprival is really bad... 😆
Karen-ism is a strange disease that is little known by modern science... It reduces the intelligence of the person greatly while inflating the ego to an equal degree. We must form a fund to help people who are suffering from this condition. They more they suffer the more they make those around them suffer. This cycle must end!
Please, think of the Karens!
"Party lines" has two senses: 1) phone lines one could call for a fee in the '80s, '90s, and early 2000s to talk with random strangers who also called the number, 2) a single phone line shared between multiple residences (for a discounted phone service rate), a service that was being phased out in the '70s and was discontinued in the '80s (it was already uncommon in the '70s and rare in the '80s). In the second sense of the term, only one household at a time could use the phone (to make or receive calls), but each household had its own phone number. When any of the households in question were called, the phones in all the homes rang. The way that the households with the shared phone line knew who was the intended recipient of the call was that the pattern of short and long rings varied depending on which number had been dialed, and one listened to the pattern to tell if it was a call intended for one's residence or one of the neighbors. If the caller in the story was old and thought that party lines still existed (the context of the story suggests that the story takes place in the '90s or early 2000s), she not only was out of touch, she didn't even realize that businesses - especially corporate-owned chains - would not have shared a phone line with a residence even in prior decades. The caller's implication when she said that she was calling Supercuts and to stop picking up the phone may well have been "Listen to the ring pattern," not realizing that ring pattern was not a factor. A small business may have shared a phone line with the business owner's home next door or above the business, but in that case the owner's family would know to listen to the ring pattern and not answer a call for the business, especially not several times in a row as in the story.