Rslash: “Time for some good ol’ fashioned Tree Law” Us: “WOOOOOOOOOO!!! YEAAAAAAH, BAAABYYYYYYYYY!!! That’s what we’ve been waiting for, that’s what it’s all about!”
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Can’t believe this needs to be constantly said: if us disableds need a disabled parking spot, have a disabled placard on the window, and are trying to get on with our lives, that doesn’t mean you have the right to harass us, scream at us, and in general be a nuisance. Leave us TF alone, stop saying stuff like “a handicapped person needs it”, we ARE the handicapped people who needs these spots!
It's envy with lazyness. Some people hate the idea of seeing someone who doesn't look disabled having independence. When people think disabled, they usually think they need to be moved with the assistance of someone and not be independent.
People assume that just cause a person doesn't look disabled then they must not be disabled. My mom has spina bifida and when we go places she drives. You should see some of the looks I get when I get out of the car first.
My mom was issued a handicap placard, and then a license plate, because of one accident she was in back in 2007 or 2008. A teenager (at the time) was driving a Mustang and T-boned my mom in her car. That car basically saved her life, but she ended up with having immense pain in her left hip for over a decade now. Which is why she has a handicap spot. My problem is with people who decide to park in those yellow lines whenever the hell they want! People with placards or not. It's frustratingly irritating.
You are right of course but isnt it good having the spot open because someone quizzed the spouse of a non handicapped person when they took illegal advantage of that placard that was for a spouse or family member. It is such people shaming the non handicapped by questioning those with no visible cues of a handicap that keeps the spots available for those who need them. Also true I admit there are busybodies who see themselves are the parking police.
Don't know where that took place, but it sounds fishy. Lenders don't care about your personal life; if his name was on the mortgage and it was in arrears, then his credit tanked too.
@@notconvincedgranny6573 He didn't say his credit was perfect; he said that he got his mortgage back on track and then was able to sell off the house. He also mentioned that he was debt free. We also don't know the amount of time it took when they put down a deposit on a new home. It may have taken more than a few years, which would be fine to get your credit back up again.
Yeah, with you on the truck thing. I once got in trouble at a job because while loading mulch and decorative stonework into a truck I scratched the bed liner. THAT'S WHAT THE BED LINER IS FOR!! Clarification: I wasn't being destructive or careless. But when you're placing heavy freaking rocks they gonna scratch things.
that last story really hits home for me, idk how many times i've been on vacation and had mostly german holiday makers planting their towels at six am and then complaining when they didn't use it until 3 pm and someone had removed their towel by then.
I’ve heard this happens at Florida resorts a lot. They finally stopped letting guests do it, as it wasn’t fair to other guests who were using the pool area, while the ‘towel reservers’ were off enjoining the theme parks and such.
There some of my favourites too, that and bridezilla/groomzilla stories are the best, also neighbour disputes over the correct lot size (often also part of tree law stories). I remember this one video I've listened to where an OP had a corner lot and there was a lot of shenanigans going on with people driving over the corner and moving the stones placed to prevent this to do so. Or stories about retaining walls. Oh and HOA stories! There's this one infamous one that has I don't know how many parts about a fake HOA that a realtor formed and she was brought down because she nagged OP's wife about moving some logs or something. I can't remember the reddit name she got, but that one is epic. She lost EVERYTHING because clearly that wasn't the only illegal stuff she had going on.
The mil: *intentionally excludes her son and daughter in law and sends them pictures of her other son and his girlfriend getting expensive gifts, then complains that her son and his wife don't visit enough* the son: *gets included by his wife's parents and decides to move near them instead* the mom: *shocked pikachu face*
Maybe she expected her son to realize his wife is just weighing him down and finally divorce her (audible eye roll) and come crawling back on hands and knees to his mommy, groveling for forgiveness, so she can feel like a god to him? She sounds like the type to have that kind of twisted narcissistic fantasy.
@@luvondarox Umm...word of advice: before you go read that review, go to the bathroom...so you don't pee yourself laughing. DO NOT, under any circumstances, attempt to eat or drink during the reading; there is a choking hazard~🤣🤣🤣
A tree's root system is easily twice the span of it's canopy, or even more depending on the species and this is If it hasn't been trimmed. So cutting down a tree on a property comes with it's own set of nightmares. Because the roots could easily go under a building's foundation and when they rot it will cause structural instability. A council near me had trees lining the street on both sides, of a estate that was built in the 1950's and they cut the trees down to allow busses to easily use the road. Well the tree roots decayed and the council was forced to underpin a couple of hundred properties as the roots were left there and rotted causing a void under everyone's houses. I believe it cost them several million £ that they didn't have to spare.
I got yelled at once several years ago for parking in a handicap spot despite having the placard clearly visible. At the time, my late-grandma needed assistance whenever she wanted to go places. My family had the placard explicitly for her. I took her to Walmart one time, got out of the card, and immediately got scolded by some random lady I didn't know. I ignored her and proceeded to help my grandma out with the walker. The lady wouldn't stop yelling, so my grandma just cursed her out with every swear word in her vocabulary. Swears like a sailor was an understatement, and my grandma had an incredibly short temper.
I have sold willow trees and both places I have lived they grow slowly and are a costly tree when they are small. I really hope the landlord in the first story got a bunch of money.
First Story: So basically OP's ex did something stupid that resulted in him and OP almost getting sued? Oh I see now, he cut down the tree that held a special moment between him and OP and he was about to get sued for cutting down the tree and was forced to plant a new tree AND had to mess up his car Second Story: I always find it really weird for a mother to be jealous of their son's partners (in this case gf). Like whats there to be jealous about, that ur son isn’t romantically involved with u, the attention isn’t on u, or that he isn’t having sex with u or something? Why be envious of someone dating ur child? Third Story: It always feels great to watch ur abusive ex's downfall in life, especially in this case Fourth Story: This is why u should always mind ur business. Obviously if someone is parked in the handicap spot with a placard means they are handicapped in some way. Fifth Story: Don’t docs get paid a lot? Why is this guy acting like that? Lol, this man thought that flexing his title was going to do something. All he did was embarass himself Sixth Story: This neighbor sounds like a miserable old man/woman who wants to complain about any and everything. Love that karma Seventh Story: This man is a prick and a hypocrite. No one complained when he was doing renovations at 6am but this dick would call the cops on every little thing Eighth Story: This dude radiates small dick energy, especially with his choice of car and attitude. Ninth Storty: Lmao wow. OP's pettiness caused a rule to be added
Fourth story: You'd think once OP pulled a walking frame out of his car... the idiot would realize he had the placard for a reason! Though sounds like the guy was drunk so... maybe not.
Honestly, not always. There are aholes out there that will take advantage of having a relative's placard to park there even without said relative with them
The last story about the resort was so relatable. Had the same exact problem. People would go out at 6:00 a.m. leave their towels and then not come back until way later in the day.
**After months without a single story with tree law** Rslash: Welcome to r/Pettyrevenge, were we have some good old fashioned Tree Law! Me: A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one!
That's why you simply be a decent person in your day to day, because you never know if the person you are verbally abusing is the same person doing your interview or Check-in.
2:17 Yes! It does defeat the purpose of having a Mantime Pickup!! Sounds like a goodboy pants child is driving the truck. When I was a little boy in the '90s, me and my brothers were dirty. One time when my dad's truck ran down, I took a look at what it was like from behind the wheel, without messing with the knobs. To this day, it makes me want one of my own.
I once stayed at an hotel that had a sign saying "Unattended towels will be thrown in to the pool". It was not an empty threat. I saw them do it to some poor schmuck who clearly didn't read the sign.
For the truck culture thing, there are 3 main types of pickup truck owners, shinies who keep it as clean as possible and the heaviest thing ever put in the bed is a cooler, workers which care mostly about the capabilities of the truck but still keep it clean looking, and lastly off roaders they keep as much mud and dirt on as possible without effecting preformance
Fun little memory I have. Me and my family had a house. With this house we had a fence. But one part of the fence was staked down chicken wire. We also had a line of small trees that grew where the chicken wire was. So of course the wire merged with the trees. After years of having little to no contact with our neighbor he came down and talked to my grandpa about the trees. Thing is we weren't exactly sure which property the trees were on. He also wanted to trim back a limb from our bigger trees that was having close to his home. Grandpa agreed that the neighbor could cut the small trees and trim the bigger one. Only thing this gut had to do was give us a day or two notice ahead of time so we can put up a temporary fence to keep the dogs in and take down the chicken wire. Months passed with nothing to say. Then suddenly the tree cutters popped up and me and my grandma ran out to cut the fence and put up a temporary. This smug man said as we were scrambling "Maybe now you can put up a proper fence.". I was mad. Here's something you should know. My grandpa is a cheapskate and when I told him what the neighbor said he looked at me like I grew another head. So what does he do? After the trees are cut I join him outside and precede to put up ANOTHER chicken wire fence. The neighbor was complaining about not having privacy and passively said he might plant some trees there. Never happened. But the fact HE didn't put up a fancy privacy fence speaks volumes to me. I still smile at how petty we were.
Ahhhh that last one is so satisfying, I HATE when people leave their stuff there for hours if they aren't there, just so others can't "steal" "their" spot.
This was the type video that got me hooked on rSlash a few years ago, fun, interesting without the deep, dark, depressing stories of more recent times. Imagine, tree law combined with petty revenge.
Man, I didn't realize how common the reserved areas at a resort are, since I don't get to go often, but I've heard so many stories about this being a thing. I'm even more surprised how the stuff isn't stolen from being unattended.
Former pickup truck driver here (and yes, I miss driving my truck, electrical issues). The whole point of those trucks is doing doing the dirty work, i.e. off road, taking extra trash to the dump, camping (depending on the size), having extra room for luggage, etc.
Sorry for a second comment. I was a hospital chaplain for awhile. Part of my duties were to write in the patient charts. This was before the days of computer charts, so every patient had a paper binder chart. I would go down to my section and write my notes after the visit. My father and brother are pharmacists. This is important for my understanding of what was happening. The hospital pharmacist, who is the penultimate check on the physician, would often add a quick note taped to the outside of the chart which basically said, "Dr. X? Are you sure you want to prescribe medication A in that amount? Because if you do so, it will have massive consequences and interactions of medication P." Nothing would be written down in the chart. It was a not so friendly reminder to the physician that they can be wrong and they need to rethink things before proceeding. (The pharmacists always kept notes on the notes. Trust your pharmacist. They know drugs and drug interactions.)
To answer Rslash’s question in the first story about truck culture, let me quote my grandpa. “Something wrong here. There’s no dirt on that truck! Must be brand new.” Or sometimes he’d tell a truck owner simply, “You gotta get some dirt on that truck!” And they’d laugh together
As someone who works at an axe venue I can agree it feels good telling people no because of their stupidity and them realizing that the customer isn't always right
At an all inclusive resort I went to had a rule for reserved beds with towels. If you hadn’t returned to your reserved beds by 11am, the towels would be removed and you could collect them from the lifeguard. They posted signs everywhere about this. Surely the lifeguard has better things to do than to deal with entitled holidaymakers, like saving lives? It was still a good system.
First story.... I grew up thinking pickup trucks are work vehicles. Dings, dents and dirt happens. But when trucks started getting fancy and hellish expensive, yeah.... people got protective of them.
Pavement princess is the insult people who use trucks and jeeps for what they’re meant for give to people who are afraid to get a spec of dirty on their vehicle. A 4x4 is not supposed to be clean Also, I take my mom to a lot of her dr appointments and shopping sometimes. I can’t find the plaques he gave me and sometimes we’ll forget to grab the one out of her car. So yeah I’m waiting to get harassed over a handicap spot until my poor ole mother steps out.
So, I started paying close attention as I drive and took note of pickup trucks I believe will never be used as a pickup trucks and found about 50% of the pickup trucks that are on the road aren’t used as pickup trucks. They never haul anything and they make sure the truck is kept in as pristine condition as possible. To these people, this truck is more of an affectation than a truck. This truck is a part of their personality with a high intrinsic value that they directly associate to a fictional resale value. They think if they buy the truck for $40,000 then put $40,000 worth of accessories and lift-kits on it, then they’ll be able to sell it for $90,000 when they’re more likely to get $20,000 on a trade-in. Many people associate the vehicle size to the inverse size of the drivers genitals. Most of these trucks don’t haul any cargo bigger or heavier than their fragile masculinity. Honestly, I feel pickup trucks are horribly impractical. Where I work, I can drive an F-150 truck or an E-350 van. I take the van because I can fit about 3x more cargo in it and the contents are protected from the weather, and with a V8 engine, it’s just as powerful as these trucks.
Story 6: as someone who used to work graveyard shift, I learned vary quickly to adapt to midday noise with ear plugs, sound proofing, melatonin (a sleep aid pill) etc.
I was at a grocery store and a large raised chevy pulled into a handicapped spot. They had the endorsement on the plate, but some woman started yelling at the 20 something man that got out. When she finally shut up to hear what he gad to say for taking a spot from someone who needs it. He pulls both pant legs up showing a pair of artifical metal legs. She tried to apologize but he got his cane and ignored her. He was a marine vet. Not an uncommon sight as we are 25 miles from a huge marine base.
First story: The question around pickup truck culture is very valid. After retiring I moved to a rural community and bought an acreage, where I cleared some bottom land for a small farm. This (of course) involved learning about tractors, chainsaws and pickup trucks: mine is an incredibly durable Chevy. I have noticed a number of immaculately kept pickups, shiny and scratchless, in the nearest town. I asked one of the owners how he kept is so nice and he replied that he had a different one for work! I guess the bright red F 350 was his Sunday go to meeting truck, and he needs the other because you can't haul manure in the good one. Personal opinion: Fords are poorly engineered. The transmissions are a pain to work on, and need more frequent repair than my Chevy. I suspect you see so many F 150s because they have a larger fleet discount and the companies that run them sell before the transmissions become problematic. My old Chevy, on the other hand, was bought used fifteen years ago and has run beautifully ever since with just basic maintenance.
Rslash, the modern pickup truck is often treated by many as a luxury vehicle and often equipped just as nicely. Handicap parking story: Once again, not all handicaps are easily visible. But in this case, the walker SHOULD have given it away. Good grief! Not in an HOA story: Play stupid games... Bad neighbor story: You would think that while doing his renovations he would have at least sound-proofed his bedroom. Again, play stupid games...
Last story: my father once suggested collecting all the towels and selling them on the beach. He decided that he didn't come to earn money, so it stayed a daydream
8th story. reminds me of a d-bag neighbour we had back in the day. This guy lived behind our house and worked nights and slept days. When we put our dog out in the yard he would bark a few times when he was ready to come back in. Not constant minutes long barking just a few barks and we would let him in. This d-bag would start calling us in the middle of the night. This was waaayy before any type of mobile phone was invented. When the phone rang it was super loud since it was the only phone in the house you could heard from any room, even the basement. This d-bag would call in the middle of the night and hang up as soon as we answered. After this happened a few times my mom decided to teach this guy a lesson, Next time he called she took out an old school whistle, a loud one and blew into it hard as soon as she picked up the phone. Bet the guy blew out an eardrum over that shrilling noise. After that the calls stopped. He moved about 5 months later.
11:20 EHI EHI EHI, don't leave us like that, what happened next? Did the neighbours stop complaining, did they learn their lesson? Did they, I don't know, scream at OP for having their thing towed? I need to know!
Ugh back during peak covid, my grandpa, who has late stage MS and is in a power chair, finally got an adaptive van. The process for getting plates took about 4 months due to the closures, as well as a list of other road blocks, but during those four months, we had paperwork showing that he had disabled plates, and the delay was due to COVID shut downs. His van had numerous giant stickers on it showing it was an accessible van, i.e. "please do not park within 5 feet due to hydraulic ramp" etc. Anyway, I took my grandpa to an MRI that day and we had to stop for his prescriptions on the way home, so I parked in a handicap spot where he could deploy the ramp to come out, and half way through the process he said he was so exhausted and I offered to just run in for him. I buckled him back up, put away the ramp, turned the AC on, and headed into the store. Not even 10 steps away from the van, this big haired old lady says, "excuse me, you do not have the right to park there. I see no handicap placard." I rolled my eyes and said, "it's an accessible van, and I have every right to park there according to the department of motor vehicle, and I don't have to present my paperwork to you. Also, the wheel chair bound man is literally still in the vehicle." And she starts screaming incoherent words at me ending with, "I'm calling the police". So I go get his meds, and as I'm leaving I notice her standing at the van with my grandfather inside taking photos of it, dialing the police. She saw me coming out and quickly got in her car to block me in until the police got there. I explained everything, showed them my paperwork, and told them my grandfather was just too hot and so tired. They sent me on my way, and the last thing I saw/heard before leaving the parking lot was this big haired lady screaming at the police about how they let just anyone park in the accessible parking spots, and how they couldn't do their jobs, etc etc. 🙄 It was so so so stupid. Anyway, thanks for reading. Feels good to finally tell someone about that interaction lmao.
All my trucks work, However i do know people with $100,000 trucks that ask to borrow mine because they acttually see them as a luxury status symbol. P.s. my response is always "if you cant use yours, go rent one from home depot!"
I am from the South and can confirm pick-up trucks are meant to get dirty. Loving that phrase "pavement princess." Haven't heard that one before but there are few things I have less respect for than large trucks with brush guards and/or off road tires that have notably never touched gravel, let alone dirt lol.
Rslash for the truck thing for story 1: its a compensation thing, i work as a mechanic, the amount of old disabled people that have giant diesels and giant pickups because they can(NOT because they use it) is absurd, its also 95% men, i only know one older women with a giant truck, and she lets her kids borrow it
