Entitled Brat Threw Trash in Front of Elderly Garbage Lady, Saying ‘Pick It Up, It’s Your Job’ – Karma Instantly Hits Back

Entitled Brat Threw Trash in Front of Elderly Garbage Lady, Saying ‘Pick It Up, It’s Your Job’ – Karma Instantly Hits Back

Colin here, ready to serve up a story so satisfying, it’ll make you believe in instant justice. Picture this: a young punk with an attitude messes with our neighborhood’s garbage guardian. Let’s just say, his trash talk went straight to the landfill. This tale has a pungent beginning, a hilarious middle, and a sweet, sweet ending you won’t want to miss.

A young man standing next to his car in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man standing next to his car in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I’m a 35-year-old guy living in a quiet, friendly neighborhood. We’ve got this amazing elderly lady, Mrs. Johnson, who’s been our garbage woman for years. She’s in her 70s, sweet as pie, and always goes the extra mile to keep our streets clean. Everyone respects her… well, almost everyone.

Enter Jake. This entitled brat just moved into the area. He’s in his 20s, living off his parents’ money, and acts like he owns the place. You know the type. He’s blasting loud music at all hours, leaving his stuff everywhere, and just being a general nuisance.

A man walking his dog in the neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A man walking his dog in the neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

So, last week, I was out walking my dog, Max, when I saw something that made my blood boil. Mrs. Johnson was doing her rounds, picking up trash when Jake strutted out of his house with this big bag of garbage.

Instead of walking the few extra steps to the garbage truck, he threw the bag right in front of Mrs. Johnson. He sneered, “Pick it up. It’s your job.”

An elderly lady picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

An elderly lady picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I could see Mrs. Johnson was hurt and a bit shaken, but she didn’t say anything. She just bent down to pick up the bag. That was it for me. I couldn’t let this slide. But just as I was about to step in, karma beat me to it in the most spectacular way.

Jake, feeling all high and mighty, turned to walk back to his house. But in his arrogance, he didn’t see a patch of wet leaves, and he went down hard, landing right in a puddle of mud. His fancy clothes were drenched and filthy in an instant.

A young man falls into a puddle of muddy water | Source: Midjourney

A young man falls into a puddle of muddy water | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but the real revenge was yet to come.

Seeing the opportunity, I grabbed my phone and quickly called a couple of neighbors who were part of our community watch. They arrived within minutes, and we all surrounded the guy, who was covered in mud and trying to clean himself off.

“Hey buddy,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “looks like you had a little accident. Need a hand?”

An elderly man scolding a young man with muddied clothes | Source: Midjourney

An elderly man scolding a young man with muddied clothes | Source: Midjourney

He glared at me but didn’t say anything. One of the neighbors, Mr. Parker, who happened to be a retired police officer, stepped forward.

“You know,” he said, “Mrs. Johnson here is a respected member of our community. We don’t take kindly to people disrespecting her.”

The young guy’s face turned pale. He realized he was outnumbered and out of his league. Mrs. Johnson, bless her heart, walked over to him, still holding the trash bag he had thrown.

Garbage bags lying outside a house in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Garbage bags lying outside a house in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

“I believe this is yours,” she said, handing it back to him with a sweet smile.

Humiliated, he took the bag and mumbled an apology. But we weren’t done yet.

Our retired officer neighbor, Mr. Daniels, suggested, “How about you spend the next hour helping Mrs. Johnson with her rounds as a way of making amends?”

Jake’s eyes widened in horror, but he knew he had no choice. He nodded reluctantly.

A young man in muddied clothes picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man in muddied clothes picking up trash in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

“Great,” Mr. Daniels said. “Grab a pair of gloves from Mrs. Johnson’s truck. You’re on duty now.”

​​So, for the next hour, we all watched as this entitled brat followed Mrs. Johnson around, picking up trash and doing the job he had mocked her for. At first, Jake tried to keep his distance, barely touching the trash, but Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t have any of that.

“Come on now, you need to do it properly,” she said, pointing to a pile of leaves and litter. “Get in there and make sure it’s clean.”

A pile of fallen leaves and litter on the side of the road in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A pile of fallen leaves and litter on the side of the road in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Jake sighed but bent down to pick up the trash. As time went on, he got sweatier and dirtier, his fancy clothes ruined. He was clearly out of his comfort zone, but he had no choice but to keep going.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him struggle. Karma was working its magic.

At one point, Mrs. Johnson stopped to take a sip of water. “Are you doing alright, Jake?” she asked kindly.

An elderly garbage lady standing next to a garbage truck in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

An elderly garbage lady standing next to a garbage truck in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

Jake, panting and red-faced, just nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, clearly anything but.

The neighbors, including Mr. Parker and Mr. Daniels, watched with satisfaction. We all knew this was a lesson Jake needed to learn.

By the end of the hour, Jake was a mess. Sweaty, dirty, and thoroughly humbled, he trudged back to Mrs. Johnson’s truck to return the gloves. As he handed them over, he muttered another apology. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson.”

A young man in muddied clothes is talking to an elderly garbage lady in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A young man in muddied clothes is talking to an elderly garbage lady in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

She nodded graciously. “Remember, young man, respect is earned through actions, not words.”

He gave a small nod and walked back to his car, looking defeated. As he drove off, I had a feeling he’d think twice before disrespecting anyone again, especially someone as hardworking and kind as Mrs. Johnson.

We haven’t seen Jake since that day. Maybe he moved out, or maybe he’s just laying low. Either way, the neighborhood feels a bit more peaceful now.

A man smiling while standing in a quiet neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A man smiling while standing in a quiet neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

There you have it, folks. Proof that karma can be swift and satisfying. Remember, what goes around truly does come around. Thanks for reading, and perhaps take a moment to reflect on the power of karma in your own life.

Much like Colin witnessing Jake’s entitled behavior toward the respectable Mrs. Johnson, the woman in our next story observed something similar in a slightly different setting.

My Entitled Daughter Stole My Wedding, but I Didn’t Let It Slide

On the day of Mabel and Adam’s wedding, they’re stuck in a limousine as they crawl along the freeway, thanks to traffic. Instead of keeping her mother’s guests entertained, Mabel’s daughter, Amanda, takes over the wedding, stealing the limelight. Will Mabel retaliate at the wedding or just let Amanda learn her lesson another way?

Weddings are supposed to be magical, right? An entire day dedicated to the culmination of love, months of planning, and a chance to stand with your person, promising to be with them forever…

That was the dream, at least, until my daughter Amanda turned it into an absolute nightmare.

A beautiful wedding setting | Source: Midjourney

A beautiful wedding setting | Source: Midjourney

Sigh.

It started with traffic, of course. My fiancé Adam and I were stuck on the freeway in our limousine, trapped in a sea of brake lights thanks to an overturned truck miles ahead. We weren’t too worried about the traditions. We were both married before, so seeing each other before the ceremony was the least of our concerns.

“Time, please, Ben?” I called through the intercom for our driver.

A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney

A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney

“It’s difficult to say, Mabel,” he said. “But I’m trying to gap in whenever I can! I will get you and Adam down the aisle!”

We were definitely going to be late.

“Love, call Amanda,” Adam said, his jaw tight as he tapped on the seat. “Tell her to sort out the guests, just get the band going and keep people entertained.”

A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

I dialed my daughter, already feeling the pressure. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, sweetie,” I said the moment she answered. “We’re stuck in traffic. There has been an accident, so everything is at a standstill. Can you make sure everything’s running smoothly at the venue? We’ll be about 30 minutes or so. Adam said to get the band playing.”

“Of course, Mommy!” Amanda chirped, her voice syrupy sweet. “Don’t you worry about a thing other than getting here. I’ve got everything else handled. Be safe!”

A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled, letting her assurance calm my nerves. But not ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was my sister, Jess.

Her voice was frantic.

“Sis, you have to come here now! It’s Amanda, she…” her voice trailed off before the call cut off.

“She’s what?” I muttered, immediately redialing, but it went straight to voicemail. A heavy pit settled in my stomach, but there was nothing we could do except crawl forward in the traffic.

A woman using a phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman using a phone | Source: Midjourney

“What do you think Jess meant? What do you think is going on?” I asked Adam after filling him in.

“Oh, honey,” he said. “Honestly, I’m sure Amanda picked up a mic and is trying to sing with the band.”

When we finally pulled up to the venue half an hour later, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Amanda stood on the steps, her face glowing as she held a bouquet of ivory roses. She was in a wedding dress. It was white and simple, but it was definitely a wedding dress.

A smiling young couple | Source: Midjourney

A smiling young couple | Source: Midjourney

Our photographers swarmed around her, cameras clicking as she posed with a dazzling smile. And next to her stood Kyle, her boyfriend of barely a year, looking dazed and uncomfortable in a suit.

I felt my heart stop.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, storming up the stairs.

Amanda turned to me, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, Mommy!” she gushed. “I’m so sad you missed the ceremony! It was lovely!”

My jaw dropped.

“My ceremony? You had my ceremony? You stole my ceremony? Amanda, are you out of your damn mind?”

“Well,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her dress. “I thought since you were late, we couldn’t let the time go to waste. Everything was already set up, and the officiant needed to get going. You know how much I hate delays. So… I married Kyle!”

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

The audacity of it left me speechless. My beautiful ceremony, the one Adam and I had dreamed of and planned for months… it was all gone. It had been hijacked by my own daughter.

“You’ll get married another day!” she chirped, as if she hadn’t just crushed my heart. “Now, Kyle and I are going to do the final walk down to the reception hall. The guests are going to throw the rice and confetti. Do you want to join?”

I shook my head.

Confetti being thrown on a couple | Source: Midjourney

Confetti being thrown on a couple | Source: Midjourney

Adam came up behind me, his face a mix of fury and heartbreak. He had spent so much time trying to bond and build a relationship with Amanda that I knew her behavior had broken his heart, too.

“Say the word, love,” he said. “Say the word, Mabel, and I’ll shut this down right now.”

I looked at Amanda, the girl I raised, who was now staring at me with infuriating smugness. My fists clenched. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight her, to take back what she had stolen.

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

But I exhaled slowly.

“She’s still my daughter,” I muttered to Adam. “Don’t. I’ll teach her a lesson another way.”

The reception was a surreal experience. Amanda flounced through the room, acting like the star of a fairy tale, completely oblivious to the devastation she’d caused.

My family and friends came around between courses, asking what had really happened.

A crowd of people at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

A crowd of people at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

“Mabel, we thought it was your wedding, dear,” my aunt said. “You were supposed to get your happy ending. What is this about Amanda getting married? We didn’t know that she was even seeing someone!”

“I don’t know, Aunt Joy,” I said. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

When dessert rolled around, Amanda even had the nerve to cut into the cake we’d ordered, complete with the beautiful sugar flowers.

A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

Jess pulled me aside at one point, her eyes blazing.

“That daughter of yours pulled my phone away while I was talking to you. And then she locked me in the bathroom during the ceremony! I couldn’t do anything else about it! Why didn’t you stop her when you got here?”

“Because,” I said, a smile curling my lips. “Revenge is best served cold.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

The real kicker came later that evening. Amanda knocked on our hotel room door, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Adam and I were sitting on the bed, eating our way through the room service dessert menu.

“So,” she said, leaning against the cupboard in the room. “Kyle and I need your tickets to Chile for the honeymoon. I mean, there’s no point in you guys using them after all.”

A couple sitting in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A couple sitting in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Adam froze. I swear, I saw his hand twitch toward the night light like he was ready to throw it.

But I smiled, keeping my voice calm.

“Of course, sweetie. You can have the tickets. You and Kyle deserve some fun.”

A smiling bride in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A smiling bride in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Amanda squealed, hugged me, stole a strawberry from one of the plates, and let herself out.

“What the hell, Mabel?” Adam asked. “Really? She’s taking our honeymoon too? We worked so hard for all of this. Our wedding, our honeymoon, all of it. And for what? For Amanda to behave like a brat?”

“I know you’re upset,” I said. “But honey, trust me. She’s going to learn a lesson. Two days from now, you’ll see.”

An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

And just like clockwork, Amanda phoned two mornings later, her voice anything but cheerful.

“How could you do this to me, Mom?!” she screamed.

I smirked, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Amanda, darling, is something wrong?”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Wrong?” she shouted. “You gave me tickets to the Arctic! We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and there’s nothing to do!”

I bit back a laugh. The tickets had been for Chile, technically. But they were only a layover on the way to our real destination: an Arctic expedition. Glacier hikes, frigid waters, and polar bear sightings.

It was our dream trip. But Amanda? She hated the cold. Luxury resorts and tropical beaches were more her style.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Classic Amanda. She had never bothered to check the full itinerary.

“You asked for the tickets, Amanda,” I said.

“But what must I do?” she whined.

“You’re a married woman now. Figure it out.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She hung up on me, already muttering a series of curses. And I couldn’t stop grinning.

Meanwhile, Adam and I made new plans. My sister and our closest friends rallied together to throw us the most beautiful wedding celebration at Jess’s house a week later.

They handled everything, from catering to decorations, and it was even more perfect than I could have imagined.

Beautiful wedding decor | Source: Midjourney

Beautiful wedding decor | Source: Midjourney

This time, Amanda wasn’t invited. And do you know what made everything so special? The gifts.

Since Amanda had hijacked my original wedding, all the presents went to us. A brand-new espresso machine, luxury linens, and an all-expenses-paid spa weekend from Adam’s older brother.

It was like karma had gift-wrapped itself for us.

A coffee machine in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A coffee machine in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

When Amanda found out, she had another meltdown.

“Mom, you stole my wedding gifts?” she shouted over the phone. “Everything was supposed to be left at the wedding venue until we got back from our honeymoon.”

“I think you should stop talking,” I said.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, you ruined everything for me!” she cried. “I can’t believe you stole my damn gifts.”

“Amanda,” I began, laughing. “Your gifts? You stole my wedding. Consider this a fair trade.”

Adam, at the espresso machine, doubled over and laughed.

As for Amanda’s new marriage to Kyle?

A man laughing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A man laughing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

From what I hear, it’s already on the rocks. Jess told me later that Kyle looked downright miserable during the wedding ceremony. And I had seen that for myself during the reception. He had avoided Adam and me completely.

“That boy’s in for a rough ride with her,” Jess said when she came over for tea and cake a few days later.

Amanda might have stolen my fairy-tale wedding, but her happily-ever-after was already on thin ice.

Cake and tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

Cake and tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

As for Adam and me? We’re better than ever. We did go on our Arctic honeymoon, and it was breathtaking.

Some lessons, I guess, are best learned the hard way. Amanda might never admit it, but I like to think she’s realized that entitlement comes at a cost.

And if not? Well, let’s just say I’ll always have the satisfaction of knowing she outsmarted herself.

Karma, after all, has a way of evening the score.

A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

If you’ve enjoyed this story, here’s another for you:

My Cousin Intentionally Sewed My Wedding Dress 2 Sizes Smaller – She Was Shocked When She Saw What I Did with It

When Jess and Michael get engaged, her cousin Sarah decided to sew her wedding dress for her as a gift. But during the final fitting, Jess discovers that the wedding dress is two sizes too small. Will Sarah fix her error, or will Jess have to take things into her own hands?

My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.

When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.

During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.

A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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