Episode 32
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Yapping!
Erika:Hello this is Erika
Edgar:and Edgar
Erika:and we are the Yapping Snowsers. We entertain you with the app worthy stories we find around the web. Today's theme is Family Drama Olympics.
Edgar:The first story is titled Am I the Asshole for Leaving My Friend's Birthday Party After She Didn't Let Me in Her House? I (female 20 was invited to my friend Sasha's (female 20 birthday party. It was for a Friday at 08:30PM. We would start at her house to pregame and then go to the bars. I had worked that day from 7AM to 07:30PM, but I really wanted to go so I rushed home, ate dinner, got ready, and drove to her place.
Edgar:We were texting the whole day about the plans and she seemed very excited for me to join her and her friends. I am acquainted with her friends but not besties. I arrived at her house at 08:30 on the dot. I hung up the phone with my boyfriend and texted her to let her know I was there. She said, Okay.
Edgar:So I walked up and knocked on the door. I heard music and people talking inside so I knew they were there. Nobody answered. I noticed he had a Ring camera so I waved in front of it knowing Ring notifies people's phones. Still, nobody let me in.
Edgar:I knocked louder and texted her that I was at the door, but I was neither let in nor texted back. I knocked even louder and started shouting, Hey Sasha, I'm here! I finally hear footsteps coming to the front door, but instead of letting me in, I heard a deadbolt lock click, locking me out. I walked away from the door and called my boyfriend to tell him what was going on. I told him my feelings were hurt and that I wanted to go home.
Edgar:He convinced me to stay and knock again, rationalizing that it was a miscommunication. I texted her again saying, Okay, I'm out front. Sasha immediately answered, Okay, sounds good. So I knocked again. No answer.
Edgar:I heard the music get turned down and Sasha says, Guys, I think she's here. So I knocked as loud as I could and said, Yes, I'm here, it's me! Footsteps came towards the door and again the dead wolf sounded and the door remained locked and the footsteps walked away. At this point I had been knocking for twelve minutes. I was so upset and so angry that I left in Texas, Asha.
Edgar:So I've been knocking for over ten minutes and no one let me in, so I'm going home. She immediately called me, but I didn't answer because I was afraid I would say something out of anger that I would have regretted. She texted me that she looked through the peephole and did not see me. I think that's BS because she literally had a ring camera. I told her that my feelings were her and I felt unwelcomed.
Edgar:I did not receive an answer. Anybody asked her for leaving? What could be the reasoning behind this? Wow. It's like pretty confusing, to be honest.
Erika:No, I would literally she was there too long. She was knocking for too long. I would have left within seconds, a minute. If somebody doesn't open the door after a minute, you're not welcomed. I mean sure, maybe they couldn't hear the music, but if she has her phone and she texted her back, she has a Ring camera, and she didn't open the door, it's just foolish for her to stay there.
Edgar:I've stayed waiting for a little bit. Sometimes people just are not very observant of their surroundings, but in this situation it seems like they heard her. They clearly were talking about her and then they walked away from the front of the house for some reason. So I don't get why they wanted to have her keep knocking the door and calling them for so long. I don't see the point of it.
Erika:No. And then the boyfriend saying it's a misunderstanding. It's complete bullshit.
Edgar:I think the boyfriend was just trying to have OP not be so upset over the situation because she clearly was very not okay with it.
Erika:Well, it's not a situation where anybody would be okay. I would be upset too.
Edgar:OP's boyfriend was just trying to console her I guess in this way.
Erika:But instead of consoling her he made it worse. Because if I would give advice and she'd tell me, I would say, Then if you want I can pick you up. It'll be okay. We can do something. Or just continue knocking, staying there.
Erika:So she was there for fifteen minutes or whatever or less, but over ten minutes.
Edgar:Lot less time, yeah.
Erika:Yeah. Because he said continue knocking. So it was just a waste of time.
Edgar:Exactly. I assume they're not friends anymore unless they had a really good talking I guess afterwards. But I don't know, it's just a confusing situation in general. From OP's perspective.
Erika:I definitely think that she's not a friend. The top comment is actually Sasha is not a friend of yours.
Edgar:Obviously.
Erika:100%. She deserves better, I think. And I understood when you were reading it maybe because you found it confusing, but no, think it's ridiculous that she would do that, invite her and then shut her out and lock the door.
Edgar:I mean, at that point if you heard the door lock very loudly and very aggressively and obviously, you just leave at that point. Clearly they just don't want you there.
Erika:I mean, guarantee you somebody heard her knock the door. I know the music is loud and everything, but still. You could hear a knock and then the music is down and say oh she's here, like okay. Yeah. That's, you're cute to go and never talk to that Sasha ever again.
Edgar:And the entire friend group.
Erika:Yeah, they're not your friends. You deserve better OP.
Edgar:So, final verdict?
Erika:I would say that she is not the asshole. She should've left a long time ago and now waited twelve minutes.
Edgar:Agreed.
Erika:Alright, so the next story is, Am I the Asshole for Poking Fun on My Cousin's Divorce After She Insulted My Wedding? I, 29 female, got married at 20. My husband and I were young, desperately in love, and super broke. I was never once to want a big wedding anyway, so we kept it small. I will admit, my cousin, 36 female, helped a ton with the decorations.
Erika:I'm not one to be super into that stuff. I was fine with it, just looking a little plain, but she wanted to make a day special for me, and I appreciated it. I sang her praises the entire day, paid her for helping me after the fact, and literally made a speech the day of the wedding how grateful I was for her. I should also note that she got married a few months before me in an extremely lavish, extremely expensive wedding. Her wedding day was actually perfect and everyone still talks about it however, she got divorced about four years ago.
Erika:I'm unsure what has caused this, but now, any time we are together, she makes fun of my wedding. She mocks how small it was. She mocks how corny the menu was. She insults my bridesmaids and my husband's family how useless they were that day off. I normally don't react because honestly I don't care about her opinion.
Erika:However, today we are at a large Father's Day gathering with all my family. From the second she saw me she started raging on my wedding and her new boyfriend. And not sure, but something in my brain just flipped and I said back to her, Well, at least I'm still married. Well, everyone in the family is upset with me. They said I went below the belt with that comment.
Erika:But absolutely no one ever checks her for insulting me over and over and over. Am I the asshole?
Edgar:I would not say so. I mean, she basically had it coming for her, basically poking the bear the entire time that she knew her with the wedding. And then also just to have a divorce on top of that, I would be very low key afterwards. Like yeah, know it's going to bite me in the ass soon.
Erika:Exactly. I mean, did she help her just so she could have something up her sleeve? Like you know there's people like that that literally do good, well, do something good for you but then later on hold it against you or say oh but I did this for you and then have you ever had people like that in your life?
Edgar:No. I'm pretty good at screening people out.
Erika:I wouldn't say I had people like that, but I've heard of people always using it against them or you say, Oh, well I did this for you now. You have to put up with me for this. It's just one of those things where you have to really be careful who you surround yourself with. Eventually, as a young person, I think you deal with that more because you're still figuring out who's good and bad and you're not good at judgment. But as you get older, the more you realize that having less friends is better because that's your true friends.
Erika:They actually care about you. Not having a bunch of, like a group, thousands of people that could care less if you're okay or not.
Edgar:Definitely it's a younger person problem to have that kind of thing affect you so strongly, but as you get older you just realize that when people use shaming language on you it's just like,
Erika:it's It's insecurities.
Edgar:Not insecurities only, but it's just to manipulate you and it's not really coming from any genuine place.
Erika:Yeah, well, if they're insecurities, it's because they have insecurities so they want to make everybody feel like they're not worthy because they don't feel it. So the top comment is not the asshole. You can only be pushed so far until you react. She clearly is jealous of the success of your marriage and she resorted insulting your body to cope with her feelings pathetic. Stick to your guns.
Erika:Yeah, exactly. But it was frustrating because the family literally would hear her and insult her this whole time and did not say anything. But when she said something back then she's the bad person. That's very frustrating.
Edgar:Yeah, I can imagine.
Erika:Yeah, I would not be okay with that. I mean, I don't know, think I'm very patient in certain parts but I feel like if somebody keeps saying the same thing and hitting the nail in the same way I'm just gonna say something. Or am I just gonna stay quiet? Would you, baby, would you stay quiet? Or are you trying to deal, how would you deal with this?
Edgar:Like what part?
Erika:Like how, would you just keep with her saying stuff like that about the wedding or your significant other?
Edgar:It just probably wouldn't be in the same vicinity as them.
Erika:So you stay away?
Edgar:Yeah.
Erika:Yeah, that's another way to deal with it. Alright, so what's the final verdict?
Edgar:I say that Ophie is not the asshole for making fun of her cousin's divorce because it's like an easy target and the cousin definitely kind of deserved it.
Erika:Yeah, I mean, you would have other people be like, oh you should be the bigger person and should just ignore because she's
Edgar:in would never be the bigger person.
Erika:Well, I'm just saying what other people would say, you I
Edgar:don't get that though. Like, being the bigger person is being walked all over. Like it just doesn't make sense.
Erika:Yeah. But it's just, you know, like I said, that's why some people would say be the bigger person and an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, blah blah blah blah. But I feel like she took up for herself and regardless of what other people said, it is what it is. I think it should, you know, she should've talked to her maybe more calmly and tried to have a conversation with her, you know, saying what you're saying every single time you see me is uncomfortable and isn't fair for you to tell me that. But, you know, it could have been avoided.
Edgar:Okay. So the next story is titled Am I the asshole for enforcing basic boundaries on my daughter's sleepover? I, 42 male, have two kids living with me. My daughter Anya, 17 female, and my stepson Noah, 14 male. Noah's mom passed away a few years ago and I've had full custody since.
Edgar:He had a rough go all of it, but he's a good kid with his quirks. He's not anti social or shy, but he does not appreciate having his face invaded and when very upset he can kind of shut down. Anya is much more outgoing and has a lot of friends. She asked to have a sleepover this weekend with four of them. I said yes, of course, but given that the friends who were coming were pretty loud and have a tendency to crowd Noah, I told her to make sure they don't go into her brother's room.
Edgar:Also to keep things down after eleven so that the house can sleep. In my opinion, these are not strict rules. To my surprise, I came upstairs to check up on them at around ten. They are seventeen, I didn't think I needed to check on them every hour or something. And they were in Noah's room and they looked like they'd been there for a while.
Edgar:Two were literally sitting on his bed with him there. One of them was flipping through his sketchbook, another was messing with his other stuff, and they were all kind of giggling in this weird way. Noah was clearly upset. He didn't say anything or move, but there were tears in his eyes and he didn't respond when I tried to talk to him. I told the girls to get out there and that I was calling every single one of their parents.
Edgar:Anya was very upset with me, but I told her that I gave them two rules and they failed spectacularly. I did actually call all of their parents and sent them home as soon as possible. Anya blew up saying I embarrassed her. I told her to go to her room and that we would speak on this in the morning. I spent about twenty minutes with Noah before he decided he wanted to cool down on his own.
Edgar:And I went back to my daughter, who chose not to speak to me. It's late, both of my kids are hopefully asleep and I'm left not knowing if I handled things right. Am I the asshole? I think it's kind of weird. He just yelled at everyone in the house and now he's just posting on Reddit immediately after.
Erika:I'm always trying to vent.
Edgar:I guess so, yeah. I want to go to Reddit as my first place to vent. But yeah, what do you think?
Erika:I would say not the asshole.
Edgar:Mm-mm.
Erika:So is this the father or the mother?
Edgar:Father.
Erika:So I wouldn't say he's not the asshole. I think he put some strict, I mean not even strict ground rules. Literally said don't go into your brother's room, sleep at eleven.
Edgar:I know. I mean there's no reason for them to even be in the brother's room because they're like all 17 years old and like their brother is like 14. So basically like seniors in high school messing with a freshman in high school. It just doesn't make sense to me. You can literally do anything else for fun.
Erika:Exactly.
Edgar:And then they just chose to torment some kid instead.
Erika:Yeah. Yeah. Weird. They deserved it. They deserved it.
Erika:Think he did not overreact. I think what he did was right and for him to even allow a sleepover is gracious of him. Because having strangers' kids come into your house and have to be taking care of them is not always easy. And we don't even know how many girls are in there. Did they say?
Edgar:Four, yeah.
Erika:Four of them? Okay, well including the daughter, so it's five.
Edgar:Yeah, it's a lot. I feel like for sleepovers, I wouldn't ever want my child to sleep over someone else's house, but I think I'd be okay with anyone sleeping over our house. But I like witness my parents, like how they feel about having people sleep over their house, like with my friends or my sister's friends. I always felt like they were kind of uncomfortable and they always just kind of locked himself in their own room. I feel like I'd probably do something similar.
Erika:Yeah, same.
Edgar:So, I don't know, it'd be nice and it'd be safer, but then I feel awkward in my own house.
Erika:Yeah, so maybe that's how her brother felt. And you know, he's still in teenage years. So, having five girls, including his sister, would bully him or look around his stuff and blade his face is so not okay. Yeah, and I agree with you without having another sleepover because you never know around this age, you know, it's important to have your child's safety.
Edgar:Yeah.
Erika:But yeah, so I don't think he overstepped at all and he needs to have a conversation with Anya. Anya, right? So, she shouldn't be doing this. She should've followed the rules if she wanted to have fun with her friends.
Edgar:And like Anya's like 17 years old, she's
Erika:grown enough
Edgar:to know not to be like a dick about it.
Erika:Exactly. She could've done better and she should've said no, we could just watch a movie, we could watch scary movies, we could do whatever.
Edgar:Yeah, we could FaceTime calls with other friends who came
Erika:Yeah, you could do so much without bothering or breaking a rule that you had, just two. So the top comment is you handled things perfectly okay. You set very reasonable rules and your daughter decided to not care and upset Noah. I'll ground her. She doesn't care to have embarrassed Noah, but she in short cares that she couldn't get her way.
Erika:What was she expecting after she broke the rules?
Edgar:So, there is a reply to the top comment that also had a lot of upvotes. So, it goes, And there is precedent to be set if there were no consequences, not only for breaking the rules, but for continuing to violate someone's boundaries while they were visibly uncomfortable. She will encounter all sorts of people with different issues, trauma, and she needs to recognize when she's crossing a line.
Erika:Exactly. She needs to learn boundaries.
Edgar:Yeah, so I feel like a lot of parents, especially these days, when they recommend their children or just like discipline them as they should, they feel like bad, but it helps them in the long run because then they know like more important lessons to apply later on and especially having those lessons taught by your parents is a lot more easier than having to learn it outside by yourself.
Erika:Yeah, 100%. I think boundaries, setting boundaries is so important and I feel like not a lot of people learn that in an early age. But it's important for your parents to teach that.
Edgar:Yeah. And then like the worst part is like you can tell which people in real life haven't gotten like disappointed by their parents.
Erika:Oh my god, yes.
Edgar:It's like so obvious.
Erika:Yeah, it really is. You can tell when people are older.
Edgar:Remember we went to a graduation today and right behind us, was people honking their horns. Yeah, there was a guy and his wife, and the guy was like, oh I'm Dottie, yeah yeah. And then the guy was honking his horn like really loudly in the graduation and the wife's like, no stop it, it's like too disruptive or whatever. And the guy's like, what? This is a graduation, I can do whatever I want.
Edgar:People honked their horns and they honked it like, Do do do do.
Erika:And
Edgar:then like everyone around was visibly like
Erika:Annoyed.
Edgar:Annoyed. And then the wife was feeling a little bit I can imagine she was very humiliated.
Erika:Yeah, because she felt the stares and the daggers that everybody was giving them and he could care less. He was like a child, honestly. He was like an adult child that could not handle or be mature.
Edgar:Yeah, he didn't get beat by his wife. He didn't get beat by his mom or dad growing
Erika:up? Definitely. And he was like, oh, is a memo. The fact that it really upset me was like, this is a memo event, everybody's gonna remember this, this is okay. You're literally Yeah,
Edgar:I'm gonna remember how annoying you were.
Erika:Exactly, you're disrupting it because people were trying to sing or people were trying to say names and you couldn't even hear anything because all you could hear is the honking. Oh my god, it was so frustrating.
Edgar:If I ever become president or someone with a lot of power, I make sure that honks all over the world are banned. Especially in graduations. Especially in anything where I am gonna be attending.
Erika:Oh my god. Yeah, no, I mean, I've kept covering my ears because it was just so bad. My mom was like, I have such a big headache. Because she was more closer to the guy too.
Edgar:But yeah, so anyways, back to the main thread. The final verdict on OP?
Erika:I would say not the asshole. He did a good job, he did good parenting here.
Edgar:Definitely. She
Erika:deserved to be embarrassed.
Edgar:Alright,
Erika:so the next story is he broke my daughter's heart so I canceled his wedding. And I mean, he really hurt her deeply. She supported him financially so he could concentrate on college, working her ass off at a garden center while I was going to college full time, paying the rent, groceries, utilities. As soon as graduation was over, he not only broke up with her, but left her with everything in their apartment to deal with while he went to Europe's summer trip with a female friend. Vio had to clean up his literal messes so she could get her deposit back.
Erika:They've been dating for four years and she was crushed. For some bizarre reason, a few months ago we received an invite to his wedding, four years after graduating, almost to the day, and so did my daughter. What a stringy turd. So I called up the wedding venue last Monday, six days before the wedding, told them I was the mother of the bride and canceled the venue. I told them the entire wedding party had COVID and would need to reschedule after a later date.
Erika:So just apply our deposit forward if possible. They were quite kind and said just give us a call when you're ready to reschedule. The wedding was supposed to be this past Saturday, so I drove by and there was no one there. I haven't told anyone else I did this. That'll just be our little secret.
Edgar:I mean, dick move, but it's understandable. Considering how much of a dick OP's daughter's ex was regarding the entire situation. So definitely Klomar on his end.
Erika:Yeah, but thinking about it, I feel like it's not really that easy to cancel wedding. I feel like in order to reschedule or do anything with the venues, you need to have a certain code or need to have, it's a little bit more tight, like the security for that.
Edgar:In the GPS detector ranking right now.
Erika:Yeah. Yeah.
Edgar:I just feel like I mean, like a lot of these meta stories, they're like hit or miss. Either I generated or it's just someone like, oh, I wish I did this. But, yeah, mean, if this was true, that venue needs more security. But, yeah, I mean, I've never been married. I would keep going through a whole venue and all that stuff, so I don't know how all that thing goes.
Erika:I would say, I mean, anybody could cancel your wedding then, you know what I mean?
Edgar:I That just don't invite anyone that you've wronged. I'm not gonna be my mortal enemy because he's gonna come in with a carriage or an army and even swap my venue.
Erika:Yeah, I would say it might be fake, but then again, it would be nice if I mean, I wouldn't say, I think that's a little bit too much. I get that your daughter got hurt, but I mean.
Edgar:Does he feel like a badass?
Erika:I mean, he might, but I think, you know, it is what it is, what you're gonna do, let your daughter find somebody else better.
Edgar:So
Erika:the top comment is, I don't believe it would be this easy to cancel wedding, Which is my exact thought.
Edgar:Yeah, I mean some of the other comments have commented that it depends on the venue. Some are easier than others. But yeah, as we both suspect, it's probably a fake story. Yeah, final verdict if this did happen. I would say, the OP was definitely an asshole, but I mean, justified?
Erika:I would say he's definitely an asshole. I would say I don't think he's justified. I just think he could just let it go.
Edgar:I mean, yeah, yeah. Well, funny, he ruined financially that whole family.
Erika:That poor girl had no
Edgar:OP's daughter's ex family, they had nothing to do with the situation. They're down like a few, 20,000, $40,000.
Erika:Yeah, depending on how much you spend.
Edgar:R and P. So yeah, the next story is titled My Mom Said I Was Punishing the Family by Not Coming to Dinner After They Invited My Ex Without Telling Me. So, my mom invited me to a family dinner, said everyone would be there. I agreed until I found out she had also invited my ex. Strange.
Edgar:But yeah, we broke up a few months ago. It wasn't pretty and my family saw the whole thing. No one got to mention he'd be there. When I asked her why she said, I didn't get mad at anymore. And when I told her I wasn't coming, she hit me with the, So you're punishing the whole family because you're still upset?
Edgar:No, I'm just not showing up to be blindsided in my own space. Funny how peace looks like punishment to people who benefit from your discomfort. So, what are you thinking?
Erika:Yeah, she's not the asshole. I think she should have definitely not gone.
Edgar:I mean, what's the reason to invite an Invite an ex. Yeah, I think in any situation that'd be just uncomfortable.
Erika:It is. Like, you're the one dating him and you don't want date him anymore. Why you keep bringing him around?
Edgar:He must be a pretty chill guy.
Erika:But why should we go with him though?
Edgar:Because he wasn't sure of her.
Erika:Finally. Yeah, I mean, if they saw how messy it was and then this had to bite him, that's just messed up.
Edgar:They definitely like the X more than OP, which says a lot about OP.
Erika:What? What do you mean?
Edgar:I'm just saying.
Erika:Hear something else.
Edgar:No. It might be with OP's family side on this one.
Erika:No, absolutely not. The family is not being a family to her. Poor OP.
Edgar:Did they have to?
Erika:Yes. Own flesh and blood, man. All right, so the top comment for that one is, you broke up not in an amicable way and they're inviting them to dinner. Why? Oh, right.
Erika:I mean, they're trying to probably make them go back together.
Edgar:Yeah, that makes sense. He's either very chill or very rich Either way, yeah. It seems like they're just trying to set them back up together. I
Erika:just don't get it. I don't get why the family thinks that they know better. Like, if somebody doesn't want to be with somebody, that's it. Don't force anything.
Edgar:Wait, so final verdict.
Erika:I would say the family is being an asshole here.
Edgar:I am suspicious of OP, but I'll just take her aside for this time.
Erika:No, I mean come on, their breakup wasn't good, why you wanna keep him around, I don't get it. The next story is I got a random wrong number text at 1AM. I answered, A year later, I was at their wedding.
Edgar:Bro.
Erika:A little over a year ago, I got a text at 01:04AM. Is the green one better or the gold one? Please answer fast. No name, no context, just that. I was half asleep but something about it made me laugh.
Erika:I replied, green. Always go with the green one. And that's what you always say too, always go with green.
Edgar:Keep it green.
Erika:Exactly. Two minutes later, Okay, thank you. I'm freaking out. I think I love him, but I don't know if this is a date. It's like a maybe date.
Erika:And I didn't have the heart to say wrong numbers, so I just said, Then wear the green, look good, feel better, and maybe date the hell out of it. She texted back, You're literally a stranger, but I love you, thank you. And that was it, or so I thought. Because a week later she texted again, green was the right call. It was a date.
Erika:His name is Eli, he smelled like cedar and stress. What? How do you smell like stress? Okay, and I, some random dude who never said she had the wrong number texted back and we just kept texting. Every few days, then every day for months.
Erika:She never asked who I was. I never told her. It became this anonymous thread of support. When things went well, she'd send me updates. When things went badly, I hype her up like I was her invisible best friend in the walls.
Erika:Eventually, she named me Tex Goblin. Then one night in November, she sent this. Okay, Goblin. I told him I loved him. And he said it back.
Erika:I'm so scared. I felt like my heart is too big and soft for this world. I texted back something dumb like, He's lucky to have you, and Green was still the right choice. And I didn't hear from her for two months. I thought it was over until January.
Erika:I found out who you are. I froze. You used your real Spotify once. That's how I found your playlist and your profile. My heart dropped.
Erika:I'm not mad. I actually have a question. Will you come to my wedding? Asked my tax goblin. And that's how I ended up flying to Arizona last month, standing in a room full of strangers, watching a woman I've never met walk down the aisle wearing a green ribbon in her hair and winking at me from across the crowd.
Erika:We hugged after, she whispered thank you for picking green and I said it was always green. I do totally apologize because I forgot her real name because I was so mesmerized by chaotic possible chances in the whole world. Still saved my phone as possibly chaos. Life is weird but sometimes weird is kind.
Edgar:Did it make that into a Hallmark movie?
Erika:Right?
Edgar:Yeah.
Erika:It's kind of cute, right? I thought it was adorable. I mean, I'm
Edgar:glad it worked out for Lady in Green, I don't know who she was. I guess they never found out her name.
Erika:Oh, she forgot, yeah. But yeah, I think it's so cute, you know, with strangers and they ended up getting married. And him being there, or OP being there. So that top comment is this is so unbelievably sweet. It is, it's a cute story.
Edgar:Random chance encounters.
Erika:Yeah, who would've thought, random text message.
Edgar:I mean, back in the old days they had like pen pals. I think I had a pen pal from when I was in elementary school with someone in Europe, I forgot which country.
Erika:That's cute. So they never responded, do you remember anything they said, no?
Edgar:Not really, just talked about myself.
Erika:You're so funny.
Edgar:I'm the most interesting five year old, six year old ever.
Erika:That's so cute. I can imagine you writing your terrible handwriting. Maybe
Edgar:it's just they never responded because they couldn't read
Erika:it. Probably.
Edgar:They're like, what the hell is this?
Erika:Oh my gosh, yeah.
Edgar:They told me it was an American, not an Egyptian.
Erika:Well, mean, I can't even imagine how your small handwriting, like, when you were five, now your handwriting is hard to read sometimes.
Edgar:Well, before you said write reflect my fist, Liz.
Erika:Oh, shoot, yeah. That must have been difficult to read. No, it
Edgar:is comfortable.
Erika:No, it's not, how is that comfortable?
Edgar:How powerful.
Erika:You're so funny. Fun fact, in Ecuador, so my dad used to be a teacher and then he'd a principal, so they teach you really early in Ecuador how to write in cursive. So before I came here I was obviously five and then turned six. But I knew already how to write cursive fluently, and how to write normally in perfect writing. Because in Ecuador everything is so strict that if you had any dents, any smudges, you would have to redo the whole thing again, any assignments.
Erika:It had to be perfect or else you would be screwed. So, yeah, I know how to handwrite neatly at a young age, or else, really. Alright. Final verdicts on that, asshole. I would say no, this is super cute.
Erika:I don't think this is an Am I the asshole story, this is just a story. I found out was really cute.
Edgar:I think like yeah, Miracle in the text messages.
Erika:Yeah, definitely.
Edgar:Miracle in the DMs. So yeah, our next section of our show is we're going to go rapid fire through multiple short stories, and we'll just give our quick responses to it. Oh and all of these stories are under the credit read titled What's the most effed up thing someone has ever confessed to you in confidence? The first comment is, I used to have two neighbors, 92 and 86. They kept telling me how sad they were when their cat died, but they were too old to adopt another one.
Edgar:So I walked my cat over for play dates at their house. Did they ever get his name right? Not at all, but they love to see him and pet him. I move away and think about them a lot.
Erika:I like you. That's just a confession.
Edgar:What was he confessing? He
Erika:was just confessing, I don't know, that was just one of the comments, I thought it was cute.
Edgar:Cute but not a confession. If someone was dying and this is what they told me, I'd be like, okay, just die faster.
Erika:Here's something else. I'd be like, this is so cute. What's your cat's name? Oh my god, you're something else. Anyways, the next story is, I was in my early twenties sitting on a bus station in Portland, Oregon, when a woman next to me, out of nowhere, mid cigarette turned and asked, Do you know what brains smell like?
Erika:I just about shit my pants. I was too young and too polite to get up and walk away, so I stayed frozen while she calmly told me how she got beaten by her boyfriend and apparently took a pipe to his head, spilling his brains all over the floor. Then she looked surprised and said, Don't tell anybody. Yeah, that's one etched in my brain forever.
Edgar:So what do brains felt like then?
Erika:Like death? I don't
Edgar:know. Because the only way felt like this was like a punchline being set up and now I'm satisfied.
Erika:Well, I don't know. You can
Edgar:have to Google this or ask ChaoGBT.
Erika:Well, mean, the only time you should be able to smell brain is because either you're a neurosurgeon or you're dead. So, I would say death.
Edgar:At that point, yeah, I'd just be like I'd just make sure I get the answer so I can at least tell a better story than this dude.
Erika:Dude, that's creepy. I wouldn't even have asked anything to that person. I would be in shock. I would be scared to even look her
Edgar:in the eyes. You gotta power play those kind of people. You gotta outcreep them
Erika:out. Okay.
Edgar:Outcrazy them. Now that story is my ex mother-in-law telling me a childhood story about him when he bit a chunk out of a neighbor kid's chest because he was mad. She laughed like it was some Kodak moment memory. It told me all I needed to know. I mean, that's just crazy.
Edgar:Exactly. I painted someone's chest cleanly off, LOL.
Erika:That's insane.
Edgar:I would never look at someone the same way again after that.
Erika:Absolutely not. I would buy, literally this is why it's her ex mother-in-law, she left.
Edgar:There's some sort of like human sacrifice thing. I wonder if it's like a, no I can say that.
Erika:But yeah, I mean the fact that she thought it was funny or a Kodak moment is kind of insane to me. Like, it was just another thing that Like,
Edgar:oh yeah,
Erika:just He just bit off some flesh, but you know, it's okay.
Edgar:Just kids being kids, he
Erika:No, like I would be freaked out too. I'd be like, bye. That's all the stories we have today. Thank you for tuning into this week's episode. Check out our website, www.yappings.com and join our mailing list for updates.
Erika:If you love our podcast and want to support us, subscribe and share to your friends and family. We would appreciate this so much.
Edgar:Also, have a Facebook group called AITA Relationship and Family Drama linked in the description. Join so you can share Am I the A$$ posts you like or share your own stories for us all to judge. We may even read a few posts in one of our episodes if you're lucky.
Erika:Thank you. Bye.
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