As a foreman, I’ve seen a lot in 20 years of construction, but never anyone quite like the mom who rolled into our no-parking zone like rules were for other people. When I politely asked her to move, she asked me to “deal with it.” I just smiled and karma handled the rest minutes later.
Have you ever had one of those days when someone else’s entitled attitude becomes your unexpected entertainment? Let me tell you about my morning. I’ve never seen karma work so fast… or hit so hard.
I’m Bob and I’m 40 years old. I’m a foreman for a construction crew bustin’ our backs building a house halfway up Mount Hellscape. Okay, not a real mountain, but 250 feet up a narrow footpath sure feels like one when you’re hauling plywood on your shoulder in the July heat.
A construction foreman at work | Source: Midjourney
A construction foreman at work | Source: Midjourney
We’ve been working this gig for weeks now. There’s no road to the build site. Just a footpath. That means every damn board, beam, pipe, and nail has to be lugged uphill by hand.
The only break we get? Two sacred parking spots at the bottom of the hill, marked clear as day: No Parking. Tow Away Zone.
Those two spots are our only shot at keeping deliveries running halfway smooth.
A ‘No Parking’ sign | Source: Pexels
A ‘No Parking’ sign | Source: Pexels
“Bob!” my buddy Mike called from the scaffolding. “Jerry’s on the phone. Says the lumber delivery’s coming early.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow and grabbed my cell. “Jerry? How far out are you, pal?”
“Three minutes tops, man. Got your roof trusses and everything else on the manifest.”
“I’ll clear the loading zone. See you in three.”
A construction foreman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
A construction foreman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
I pocketed my phone and started down the narrow dirt path that connected our hilltop site to civilization.
As the path curved, I caught sight of a gleaming white SUV parked squarely in one of our spots. Through the windshield, I could make out a woman texting on her phone, engine idling.
I felt the familiar twitch in my jaw. The elementary school half a block away meant we dealt with this at least twice daily. Usually, a polite request was enough. Usually. But not always.
Kids in an elementary school | Source: Pexels
Kids in an elementary school | Source: Pexels
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I called, approaching her driver’s side window with what I hoped was a friendly expression. “You’re parked in our construction loading zone. We’ve got a lumber delivery arriving any minute.”
She glanced up from her phone, window descending halfway.
“I’ll just be a few minutes,” she said, barely looking at me. “Your truck isn’t even here. Take a chill pill, dude.”
The window hummed back up and the conversation was over.
A furious woman sitting in her car | Source: Midjourney
A furious woman sitting in her car | Source: Midjourney
“Ma’am, please—” I started, but the rumble of a heavy engine cut me off.
Jerry’s massive delivery truck appeared around the corner, loaded with enough lumber to frame our entire roof. I waved him forward, pointing to our predicament seated in the car.
I knocked on the lady’s window again. After several taps, it lowered halfway.
“WHAT?” she snapped.
“The delivery truck is here,” I explained, keeping my voice calm, “You’re parked in a clearly marked no-parking zone. We really need you to move now.”
A lumber truck on the street | Source: Midjourney
A lumber truck on the street | Source: Midjourney
She looked past me at Jerry’s idling truck, then back to me with narrowed eyes.
“Can’t you guys just unload around me? Like, what’s the big deal? It’s not that hard.”
The window went up again and my customer service smile froze on my face.
“Fine,” I muttered, walking away. “We’ll work around you.”
“What’s the plan, Bob?” Jerry asked, leaning out his window, watching me approach.
A slow smile spread across my face. “She wants us to work around her. Let’s do exactly that.”
Jerry’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Say no more!”
A smiling truck driver | Source: Midjourney
A smiling truck driver | Source: Midjourney
“Pull in as close to her driver’s side as you legally can,” I instructed. “Let’s see how she likes being boxed in between you and the porta-potty.”
Jerry nodded, expertly maneuvering his truck to block the SUV’s driver’s side door with barely an inch to spare. With the porta-potty on one end and a legally parked car on the other, our entitled mom was now completely boxed in.
“Perfect,” I said, unable to suppress my grin.
“She looks mad,” Jerry chuckled, glancing in his side mirror.
A white car trapped between a truck and a porta-potty | Source: Midjourney
A white car trapped between a truck and a porta-potty | Source: Midjourney
“Let’s start unloading. I’ll make a call.”
“Who ya calling?” Jerry asked, already lowering the truck gate.
“Parking enforcement. Just to cover our bases.”
“Bob!” someone shouted from up the hill. I turned to see my crew arriving to help with the unloading.
“Let’s move, guys! We’ve got a roof to build!”
As my crew began the backbreaking process of hauling the lumber up the hill, I noticed movement in the SUV. Our entitled mom just realized her predicament. I could see her gesturing wildly on her phone, occasionally shooting daggers at me with her eyes.
An annoyed woman talking on the phone while seated in her car | Source: Midjourney
An annoyed woman talking on the phone while seated in her car | Source: Midjourney
“The parking officer said she’ll be here in about 30 minutes,” I told Jerry as we supervised the unloading.
“That long?” Jerry sighed, then brightened. “Well, we’ll still be here. This is at least an hour’s job.”
Twenty minutes into our unloading, a small boy in a blue backpack approached the SUV, tapping on the passenger window.
Entitled mom had finally realized she couldn’t exit through her driver’s side door. We watched as she awkwardly climbed across the center console, tumbling out the passenger side in a less-than-graceful heap.
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A boy with a backpack | Source: Pexels
“Mommy, why are you coming out that way?” the boy asked loudly enough for us to hear.
“Because these IDIOTS blocked me in,” she hissed, straightening her designer blouse while glaring in our direction. She ushered her son into the back seat, then stormed over to where Jerry and I stood checking off inventory items.
“I need to leave NOW!” she demanded, arms crossed tightly. “Move. Your. Truck.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Jerry beat me to it.
“Ma’am, in order to unload the lumber, we had to unstrap it,” he explained with exaggerated patience. “Company policy strictly prohibits moving the truck with an unsecured load. Safety regulations. I’m sure you understand.”
Her face flushed crimson. “Trash your policy! I have somewhere to be!”
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A furious woman yelling | Source: Midjourney
“We asked you nicely to move earlier,” I reminded her. “You told us to work around you. That’s exactly what we’re doing.”
“This is ridiculous! I’m going to report both of you!”
At that moment, a parking enforcement vehicle pulled up behind Jerry’s truck. Officer Martinez stepped out, clipboard in hand.
The entitled mom hadn’t noticed the new arrival yet. She was too busy jabbing her finger in my direction.
A female police officer | Source: Pexels
A female police officer | Source: Pexels
“I swear to God, if you don’t move this truck right now—”
I couldn’t resist. “Can’t you just pull out around it? It’s not that hard.”
Her eyes widened as she recognized her own words thrown back at her. The look on her face was worth every second of this confrontation.
“Screw you!” she spat, spinning on her heel and marching back to her SUV.
Officer Martinez approached us, eyebrows raised. “Morning, Bob. Got your call about the parking situation.”
Before I could explain further, the roar of an engine drew our attention. The entitled mom had climbed back into her SUV through the passenger door and thrown it into reverse.
“Oh no!” Jerry murmured.
An angry woman sitting in her car | Source: Midjourney
An angry woman sitting in her car | Source: Midjourney
The SUV jumped backward like a spooked goat on roller skates and plowed straight into our poor porta-potty.The thing tumbled, farted out a splash of blue goo, and lay there like it needed a minute.
“Holy cow!” I breathed.
The entitled mom shifted to drive and accelerated toward the curb, apparently attempting to mount the sidewalk to escape. The SUV made it halfway up before getting stuck, wheels spinning uselessly and the engine screaming.
Officer Martinez was already running toward the vehicle. “TURN OFF YOUR ENGINE! NOW!”
The woman froze, finally noticing the uniformed officer. The color drained from her face as she realized what she’d done… and who had witnessed it.
A lady cop talking to someone | Source: Pexels
A lady cop talking to someone | Source: Pexels
“Step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” Officer Martinez ordered, hand on her radio.
“I… these men trapped me,” she stammered, reluctantly emerging from the passenger side.
“Hands where I can see them.”
“My son is in the car.”
“I’m aware. That’s going to be an additional concern.” Officer Martinez spoke into her radio, requesting backup.
A startled woman in her car | Source: Midjourney
A startled woman in her car | Source: Midjourney
Within minutes, our entitled mom was sitting on the curb in handcuffs, her indignation replaced by panic. Her son watched wide-eyed from the back seat as a second police car arrived.
“She told us to work around her,” Jerry explained to the second officer, a tall man named Rodriguez. “So we did.”
“Then she decided to take matters into her own hands,” I added, gesturing to the destroyed porta-potty and the SUV still perched awkwardly on the curb.
“I never refused to move!” she shouted from her curb seat. “They never asked me!”
Officer Martinez shook her head. “Ma’am, they called parking enforcement when you first refused to move. That’s why I’m here.”
A police officer handing a violation ticket | Source: Pexels
A police officer handing a violation ticket | Source: Pexels
“This is all a misunderstanding. I was just picking up my son.”
“In a clearly marked no-parking zone,” Officer Rodriguez noted, writing in his notepad. “And then she operated that vehicle recklessly with a child inside.”
The woman’s shoulders slumped.
“Home telephone number?” Officer Rodriguez asked the boy. “We need to call someone to pick you up.”
As Jerry signed off on his delivery and prepared to leave, the tow truck arrived to remove the SUV from the curb. The entitled mom was being helped into the back of Officer Rodriguez’s patrol car, all fight gone from her posture.
An officer watching a person being escorted toward a cruiser | Source: Pexels
An officer watching a person being escorted toward a cruiser | Source: Pexels
“Driving on a suspended license too,” Officer Martinez informed me as she finished her report. “Plus child endangerment, destruction of property, and reckless driving. She’ll be spending more than a few minutes dealing with this.”
I watched as an older woman, presumably the boy’s Grandma, arrived to collect him, her face tight with worry and resignation, as if this wasn’t the first time she’d been called to clean up her daughter’s mess.
That evening, as the sun set over our hilltop construction site, I sat on a stack of newly delivered lumber, nursing a cold coke with my crew.
“You should’ve seen her face when you threw her own words back at her,” Jerry laughed, cracking open another can.
A man laughing while holding a can of beverage | Source: Midjourney
A man laughing while holding a can of beverage | Source: Midjourney
“I almost felt bad,” I admitted. “Almost.”
“Don’t, buddy. Some people need to learn the hard way.”
“What was the damage on the porta-potty?” someone asked.
“Company’s sending a replacement tomorrow,” I replied. “Thankfully it was due for service anyway.”
The crew laughed, and we raised our cans in a toast.
“To entitled parents everywhere,” Jerry proclaimed. “May the parking spots they steal always come with a side of instant karma.”
“And may they learn that in construction, as in life,” I added, “sometimes the harder you push, the more you get stuck.”
A chuckling foreman holding a beverage can | Source: Midjourney
A chuckling foreman holding a beverage can | Source: Midjourney
As twilight settled over our half-built house, I couldn’t help but smile. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, more materials to haul, and more problems to solve. But at least our parking spots would be clear.
And somewhere across the town, one mom learned a very expensive lesson about patience, respect, and the high cost of entitlement. Maybe next time she’d take the chill pill instead!
A no parking zone | Source: Pexels
A no parking zone | Source: Pexels
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Bride Doesn’t Want Her Dad in Wheelchair to Walk Her Down the Aisle until She Sees Him on TV — Story of the Day
A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.
When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.
Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.
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However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.
Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.
She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.
She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.
On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.
As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.
However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.
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When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.
On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…
A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”
“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”
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“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.
“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”
“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.
A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.
Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.
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“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.
“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”
Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.
“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”
Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.
So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…
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As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”
“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”
“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”
“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”
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Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.
“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”
Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents because they go above and beyond for you. Liza realized this when she heard her father’s story on TV and apologized to him for being rude.
- Everyone makes mistakes, and if they realize it, they should be forgiven. Edward forgave her daughter when he saw she felt guilty for what she’d done.
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