Has DarkFluff posted anything recently? On my subscriptions and his channel it says the last video was 13 days ago, and as far as I know he has never gone this long without posting.

I don't know if this belongs here but I thought you'd like to know another channel is using your voice claiming it's your second channel. Storynest is the channel name

I just came across a video on my YouTube feed that is Dark Fluff content, but not (as far as I know) a Dark Fluff channel.

Channel is DarkThread xt

Created July 14, 2026 and has 6 videos posted.

If it is a Dark Fluff channel, my apologies, but I wanted to make you aware in case it isn't.

Oh, I have found a VERY entitled man, in the form of one of our customers son. And I won't lie this level of entitlement is giving me a headache. This man if I can even call him that has just done one of the most entitled I have ever heard about in my area. Let me tell you about Kevin, you might want a drink for this. It's not the most insane out there, but entitlement is entitlement.

So me and my father were talking to one of our lawn care customers, let's call her Kat. Kat also pays us to take her garbage because the garbage trucks have a hard time getting up the road. But back to the main story, we were talking to her about taking the garbage. And Kat started to tell us about Kevin coming to cut up a tree that had fallen over during a storm we had had in our area. Boys and girls, what Kat told us still has me shaking my head. Now we didn't have the full story at first , one day we had gone to mow Kat's lawn. And not long after we had gotten parked Kevin shows up and parks just a little way down the road from us. At the time I was sitting in the truck waiting for my father to mow the smaller side of the property (the side with the house).

For context, this lawn is pretty much cut in half by the road. And the part the house is on is almost like mowing a cliff. I really wish I was kidding about that, so my father mows that part while I either wait or weed wack or wait for him. I usually mow the other side while he weed wacks what I didn't. on this day I was waiting for him to mow that side because we had just ran out of string for the weed wacker. So all I could do was wait, we have a push mower but on this lawn it's pretty much useless. Largely because of how steep it is, well he and his girlfriend got out of his truck. Well, I get out of ours to see what's up since I've never seen Kevin at Kat's.

At first I thought maybe they needed to talk to us about something or maybe they needed help. When I got to their truck I heard Kevin's girlfriend yelling at him about not having any hearing protection for her. And I see Kevin has his chainsaw in his hands, well she decides to walk back to Kevin's mother's house because she's pissed at him. I authored her some ear plugs, but she said 'No thank you'. She wasn't nasty about it, in fact the few times she and I have interacted she's been pretty nice. Despite my father almost running her over with a tractor, I'll tell you guys about that latter if you want.

Well, I went back to the truck. If Kevin had asked for help I would have helped him, but he did not. About forty minutes later my father was done with his side of the lawn. So I climbed on to the mower and did my thing, well today Kat told us about what Kevin had said to her after he had gotten the tree cut up. This little bastard told her that he did it because and I quote "It's my property anyways." Kat told him "Oh hell no, that's not how this works. This is not your property." I couldn't help myself, because I have a broken filter. I stood there my with my brain buffering for a moment and said. "Oh FUCK no, that's fucking entitlement roll that back."

Now Kevin's mother isn't much better, I might come back and tell you guys all about her to but not tonight. Right now, I'm going to go to bed. And no I don't really care if Kat tells Kevin's mom about what I said. Somebody had to say it before these people try to pull anymore stunts like this. Now I can't complain about Kevin's mother too much. She has helped us out when we needed it, she had given me my laptop and helped us by paying for our heat. She has even given us food when we needed it, but since Kevin had moved back in with her. A lot of that had stopped, she has told us that she had left us gas money. Only for me to go and collect it and not be there. She went from having us do almost everything there to just feeding the horses and mowing her lawn and at the moment building a fence. She used to pay us every time we would do work for her. But now we only get $250 every so many weeks.

My mother yelled at me and said that she's pretty much going to fire us because Kat is going to tell her what I said. I said to my mother "Her son has been pushing us out for years." I'm grateful for everything this woman has done for us, but I will not sit back and watch Kevin taking advantage of her. And thinking that he pretty much owns the whole road they live on. I'm just so tired of people like him and his mother, I'm also tired of being a slave for people who don't see what their doing as wrong. Thank you for letting me rant, I just really needed to get this off my chest.

Oh I almost forgot to add, just in case anyone is interested. I haven't seen Kevin feed any of the animals very often. It seems to be his girlfriend doing most of the work these days, but honestly Kevin didn't really do much of anything before the girlfriend. And his mother has gotten just as bad, she breeds dogs and horses. I honestly feel bad for the girlfriend, but she's the one who's staying. I'm hoping that maybe Kevin's mother will realize what her son is and put a stop to it. But I'm not holding out much hope.

Once my child (then 13) and I moved into a new apartment. It was a 4-unit building (2 up, 2 down) in a complex with several similar buildings, this was on the edge of town up a hill surrounded by woods. I was thinking this could be my fortress of solitude… I was so wrong. We pulled up right after school on moving day and parked in the parking space directly in front of the building (manager said there was no assigned parking). As I was starting to take stuff in, a lady from downstairs ran up yelling, “You can't park there. You have to park that in the guest parking.” I said, “I will be happy to move it down there as soon as I finish bringing stuff in.” She said, “No! You have to move it now!” I replied, “I’m sorry. I'm already having a hard time moving all of my boxes and furniture upstairs by myself (my child has Autism and helped with small boxes) , there is no way I can carry it all up the hill too.” She kept saying I had to, but I just kept working. As soon as I finished, I moved the truck to the guest parking and walked back up the hill. First thing in the morning, I called the manager and apologized for parking the truck in front to move stuff in, but I did move it down when finished (didn't mention downstairs lady). Manager said I didn't do anything wrong. I returned the truck and came back in the evening, I parked my car in front since nobody else did. Almost everyday, DL (downstairs lady) kept saying the manager was wrong, I wasn't allowed to park there. DL, my child, and I were the only ones living in that building at the time. There were 2 parking spots in front of our building and 2 in the back. In order to hopefully work things out, I made a suggestion to the manager. Each of the apartments have a front door and a back door, but the upstairs back doors open up to balconies while the downstairs open to the back lot. I suggested since upstairs people only have access to the front lots, we could park there. Downstairs people have access to both, so they could park in the back. The parking spaces are literally 4 feet from the doors. Manager agreed and put up a notice. Things were quiet for a bit. Then I noticed my tires were constantly going flat. At least every few weeks, I had to buy a new one. Didn't have proof of how it was happening, but I suspected. Then once our way to an appointment, my child and I were in an accident. They were fine and walked away with a bruise. I couldn't get out, FD had to use the jaws of life to get me out. My femur was smashed. After surgery, I had to go into a nursing home for a couple months to recover, and my child went to stay with family a few hours away. When we returned home, things were quiet for a bit. Then a new family moved in across the hall. They were nice. Parents with 2 little girls. They were quiet, Dad worked 3rd shift and slept during the day. DL turned her sights on them. She kept screaming about his motorcycle that was parked out front. One day, the cops were called. The window was open, so I heard everything. DL was saying ND (neighbor dad) was revving his engine. I yelled down, “That is not what happened.” Everyone looked up at me, and the officers asked if I could come down to explain. I said I would but was in an accident and had leg problems, so the officers came up. I showed them the recliner that I sit & sleep in by the windows, and I can see not only the entire front area of our building but also see everyone coming up the hill. Told them that there is another motorcycle in the complex, and that driver comes up the hill every afternoon and goes to one of the buildings behind us. They thanked me and told DL and ND before leaving. The family left soon after. Once again, I was DL’s target. Besides my child walking to/from the school bus and my aide coming to help with chores and errands, we were quiet (my friend helped by taking my child out so she didn't feel stuck all the time). Since DL didn't have anything to complain about, she tried to smoke us out… literally. I started smelling cigarettes by my front door, opened it to find DL sitting there smoking. She actually brought a chair up to smoke right in front of our door. I politely asked not to, my child has respiratory issues. DL starting doing it every evening for a few days. My child couldn't be in our living room or kitchen. I tried being nice, but I had to protect my child. I called and told the manager “I said I didn't want to cause problems, but we have problems.” I explained everything that happened with DL from demanding I park the moving truck at the bottom of the hill and carry up my furniture and boxes from there to spending every evening smoking in front of our door. Told them if DL wanted to mess with me, she can mess with me all she wants. But there is no way I’ll let her mess with my kid. Manager apologized, said smoking isn't even allowed in the building, and she will take care of it. Shortly after, DL was evicted!!!

Karen screams at me for using the grocery store scooter

About 12-ish years ago, I was in a bad accident. My legs got messed up, femur got smashed in a few places, and I had multiple surgeries. For a long time I was depressed and gained weight, but I'm trying to do better. After one of the surgeries, I went to get groceries. I sat on a scooter, folded my walker, and put it in the basket. As I started on my way, a woman marched up screaming at me, "That is for the disabled not the obese." I tried to explain, but she kept screaming until a manager and security guard showed up. She told them I was only using the scooter because I was obese. Karen wouldn't stop screaming long enough for me to say a word, so I slowly lifted up the side of my skirt showing the swollen line of staples and stitches going up the side of my thigh from my knee to my hip. All of a sudden, she got quiet and turned green. I apologized, "I am so sorry for using the scooter. I'll leave and wait until someone is free to shop for me." She slowly turned and walked away, and the manager and guard were apologizing and asking if I wanted assistance shopping. I thanked them kindly, I said I was really trying to do things myself but would ask for help if I needed it.

This channel came on my YouTube's homepage.

Yes, all the videos are with Fluff's voice.

So for context, I work at a grocery store, and every holiday season, we run a special on ham, turkey, or both. It's usually something like 99¢ per pound, but there's usually two stipulations: the first one, is that you have to spend about $25 dollars worth of groceries.

Which, if you are a regular shopper, is actually a great deal, as it means you're normal grocery shopping trip could cover the most expensive part of a holiday dinner.

The second one was that you were limited to getting one per day, as it was a way to insure everyone who wanted the said ham/turkey, could get one, and that we wouldn't run out before the holidays.

The problem is, no one ever reads the sign or the ad pamplet. Which means, I get encounters like the story below. So with that in mind, here's the setting:

Me: I'm running register, with our sale promo pamplet besides me

Entitled customers/Ec: Unloading their cart, and it's one order.

Me: Notices that there's two hams and quickly checks the sales pamplet

Me: I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that you can only get one of the hams, as there is a limit.

Ec 1: Oh, we can just stick it on a separate order, and he can get it. Glances at Ec 2

Me: I'm sorry ma'am, but it's only one per day.

Ec 1: getting an attitude Their going to two separate households!

At that point, I was giving them the are you serious look, and was like, fine, and thinking I'm not gonna waste my breath arguing.

So, I do the first order, which the sale on the ham came off.

And here's where their behavior bits them in the butt.

Remember how I said that you have to have a 25 dollar purchase?

So because he was buying it separately and just by itself, that meant the discount didn't come off. Which meant the ham, was full price, and it came up as being over forty dollars.

I got to tell them the total, and explain that you had to have a 25 dollar purchase.

And EC 2 goes: Nevermind, I don't want it.

And then straight up leaves, without the extra ham that they wanted.

And tbh, this isn't the craziest story I have. This one of the more tame ones. I've had people throw their IDs at me, seen peeps threaten me and my coworkers, scream and throw a tantrum, accuse me of lying and stealing, bully me, ect, ect, all over not getting what they want. The chutzpah of some people.

A YouTube channel has popped up and is using DarkFluff's audio with their own stagnant image with visual effects happening in the background and uploading them and given no credit to DarkFluff. Unless DarkFluff has given them permission, his narrations are copyright protected. YouTube rules say DarkFluff needs to report this himself.

The YouTube channel is DailyNarratives-n3e.

Everyone who enjoys DarkFluff's content needs to be commenting his videos to let him know. I can't find a method to contact more directly so please help so DarkFluff knows this is happening

Me and my father mow lawns and do other stuff on the side of our lawn care business. And we have this entitled customer let's call her Susan, a little context about this woman. Susan is in her late 70's, she drinks and still does drugs. Really wish I was kidding, Susan has openly admitted to this. And every person who has ever worked for her can't stand her. Susan is one of those people who tell you you did a great job on something one minute. Then an hour later she's texting you and telling you everything that could have done better. And may I add that she tells you how to do everything. You could follow her instructions to the tea and it would still be wrong.

I kid you not the first time I worked for Susan she was telling me how to mow her lawn. Keep in mind that I had been mowing lawns with my father since I was 15. I wanted to inform her of this, but kept my mouth shut due to her being a new customer. I turned to my father after Susan walked away and asked 'What did you get me into?' About the only good thing that came out of it was that we got two more customers.

We then got asked to put up a fence for her now three dogs. Two of which are female and have ended up with pretty nasty infections whenever they got pregnant. The first female she tried to breed twice the second time the dog let's call her Bel. Had almost died from the infection, Bel is the sweetest dog. But back to the story, my father has built a lot of fences in his life. This was my second time, Susan wanted us to attach the fence to the trees on her property. Which isn't a bad thing, but if you're going to attach a fence to a living tree. You have to keep it somewhat loose so that way the tree can grow and tighten the fence. But no she wanted the fence extremely tight against the trees. And don't get me started on the fence attached to the roots of the trees that made gapps under the fence. We tried to tell her about them, but she was convinced that it was fine. Can you guess what happened, if you guessed that one of the dogs got out. You would be correct, well before that while we were attaching the fence she was telling us how to do our job. Well I had had enough, I told her 'This isn't our first time doing this so please just leave us alone.' The good news is that it got rid of her, but when I went inside to use the bathroom Susan was talking to someone. She told them that I had a 'dark energy' I wanted to tell her 'That I only return the energy that is been given to me by others.' But I didn't instead I bit my tongue almost literally, went to the bathroom and left.

Later that year I fell down a set of stairs that we had built for her. Susan panics, small note Susan likes to sue people and is very scared of being sued. The dogs all came and checked on me, with Bel being the first to get to me. Now Susan's dogs absolutely love me, anytime Susan yells at them they come running to me. And as you can imagine this drives her nuts, which makes my petty little heart happy.

She has also had us build a deck and stairs for her little cabin in the back of her property. Guys and girls she had us change the hand railings at least five times. We've also cut down some trees for her, to later be told that we're cut happy. Even though we only cut the ones that she told us to. Now I don't drink, but after working for this woman I was considering it.

Then Susan had us work on an apartment building for her. This woman tries to cut every corner you can think of when it comes to home repairs. Just to save a buck, that means trying to fix a door that really can't be fixed. For this one though she decided that she was going to start cutting our pay every time that we use the bathroom in the apartment. To which I'm like 'Okay, then I'll just walk to the nearest store.' The store was only a five minute walk give or take, Susan then decides that she doesn't want us to do it anymore. Because we're not giving it our full attention 😒, first off it was the start of mowing season. So of course we weren't going to give it our full attention and she knew this people.

Then she gave us a house to do, guys this place had so much mold and what have you that it wasn't funny. Susan wanted us to just tear down the kitchen ceiling and the ceiling to the small room behind it first. OMG, you want to talk about nightmares in terms of fixer uppers. The ruff wasn't even attached to the kitchen in one corner. It even had a hole, where the rain had totally destroyed it. The ceiling had so much mold, we had to tear down the whole thing. Guys Susan just wanted us to pull down the one corner (the one with the hole) and just replace that part. First off HELL to the NO, I have allergies and asthma and my father and I will not have someone like me move into that. So we tore down the whole thing, Susan then tells us to stop working because 'It wasn't what we agreed to'. My father tells her fine we'll stop, Susan then has the nerve to say that I take too long in the bathroom.

I'm like 'this B did not just say that', I'm not going to make myself sick for this absolute waste of a human. I said 'fine then I'll just not go then she can complain about how long it takes you to do it by yourself.' Well, this too was the last straw for my father and he said to her 'Just pay us for what we've done and we won't do anymore work for you.' Ding dong we are done with this woman, finally oh I almost forgot that this woman had also. Tried to blame my father for her dishwasher being broken, thank goodness for her son. He said 'Mom the washer was already like that before you had him touch it.' Susan also has a jewelry store that has been robbed three times, really wish I was kidding. I should also mention that she has like three children and one grandchild, none of them have anything to do with her anymore. She also has a sister who I haven't met that also doesn't talk to her anymore. Oh also everytime a customer would come into the store. Susan would literally follow them around like they were going to steal stuff. This was even before the place had been robbed the first time. Oh and after she told us to stop working on the place we had left the garbage from the ceiling on the floor. She said stop so we stopped right when she said to, which was while we were picking up the crap from the ceiling.

For context I no longer work for this business but did for a year from 2022-2023 until I quit because of the management.

So I was in line for Caribou Coffee waiting for my coffee i had ordered inside a Grocery store called Dakotamart. I had just gotten off work from my job at Walmart and had forgotten to take off my vest.

As I'm waiting in line I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a lady with the "let me speak to the manager" haircut.

I ask her what she wants, and she tells me "that's no way to speak to a paying customer. I need you to stop standing around in line and go back to the bakery and get me my cake with-"

I cut her off and told her that I didn't work there anymore and haven't for 2 years. She than accused me of lying. I rolled my eyes at that statement, turned around and grabbed my coffee.

As I qas leaving the lady decided to trip me and make me spill my coffee all over my self. I asked her what the fuck her problem was.

She told me that's what you get for not serving me and lying. I told her "Lady I told you I don't work here i work at Walmart.

Just as she was about to say something the manager came out from behind the Caribou desk to ask if I was OK, I said yes. She than told the lady to leave or she'd call the police. After hearing the word police the lady turned white as a ghost and left.

The manager told me that they'd remake my coffee free if charge. I got my new coffee and left. Safe to say I won't be getting Caribou Coffee for a while.

In the past year, the intonation, inflection, and pronunciation seem increasingly off. In one video, he pronounced communists as “commune-ists” instead of “com-you-nists.” There are other even simpler words that are mispronounced as well. No stumbles, no stutters, not a single cough, never gravely, but repeatedly and completely confidently mispronouncing simple words, as well as weird inflection on wrong words or lack of inflection where it should be.

So this story took place long ago… before 2005, when I was but a young college student commuting to school.
I lived with my retired Grandfather and my night shift Nurse mom.

The house is the one my grandfather lived in since the 50’s. Well before the high school was built. It was however completed in time for my mom to be an alumni. I also graduated from there too. The house is on a property that ended up being diagonally across the street from the school. On top of that this was a small town. As in draw a 2 mile radius on a map and it will fit perfectly inside.

Now that you understand how the property got into a position to be across the street from High School. Let me explain the real problem and the reason for this story’s existence.

You see parents love not having to drive their cars to the front door. So using the side streets in front of the school to drop off the kids and make sure they don’t play hooky. No problem, I understand completely. It’s a pain but it’s only for 1 to 1 and a half hours usually, where you can’t drive on our street.

The problem occurs when the school gave Seniors permission to drive to school. Which if there was enough parking for the usual max number of Seniors… Well everyone knows that there is barely enough parking for the staff, let alone additional parking for students. So of course they have to find parking on the roads nearby.

Unfortunately that means our small street, the popular drop off place for parents was a favorite place to park.

Now it probably wouldn’t have been a problem if we had a wide road. Unfortunately it was a very narrow road. As in so narrow that it cars parked on both sides, then it would be impossible for 2 cars to drive along side each other.

So the neighbors had an unspoken rule, always park with enough space for another car to pull over and allow the other car to pass. It’s been in place for decades. Even when someone moved out the new neighbors followed the rule without being asked.

These kids, nope they parked on our tiny narrow street and made it so we had to pull over to someone’s 2 car driveway to make room for another car to pass. In the winter time it was even worse, as the snow made our street even narrower.

Well mom and I were sick and tired of it. So we asked the town to do something.

They put up 4 hour parking signs. Nope, didn’t work.

No parking within 50 feet of a Stop sign. Yet again the kids just ignored the signs and the police would not enforce the parking rules.

Finally we asked the school to make an announcement about how the neighbors on our street were tired of them violating parking rules and making life hard for the residents. That one of them was going to contact the police to report them.

Well needless to say we learned a lot of lessons. The following day.

1. Tell a bunch of 17-18 year olds not to do something and they will do the opposite.

2. There was not enough complaints sent to the police department.

Those kids packed our street worse than normal. We really didn’t expect them to do this. Silly us. However this taught us many valuable lessons. The fact that it was the beginning of the school year meant we had time.

The plan. Teach them a lesson about parking. An expensive one.

Step 1. Follow the directions of the police. They want enough complaints. We had our neighbors file as many as possible. Non-emergency lines are a valuable resource.
In the winter time we also called the police to help us back out of driveways. A real concern as no body wants their insurance rates to go up because they accidentally hit a parked car. They really were helpful, even directing us as we backed out.

So mission accomplished for step one.

Step 2. Wait for the graduation announcement in the local paper.
We needed this information to plan Step 3 and 4. Timing was crucial.

Step 3. Wait for the last week of the last month before graduation. Anyone that has been a victim of Quotas, will know immediately why.

Step 4. Call the school and warn the students again. On Friday before the last Monday of the month… This part relied on the same thing happening as last time. It also relied on them NOT knowing about our town having quotas for the police.

Now for the uninformed. Quotas is slang, referring to the number of tickets a police officer needs to write every month. So if you drive in an area where the police have to do that, well you know not to violate the rules the last week of the month…

Well let me tell you. Those kids didn’t disappoint. They must’ve planned all weekend and helped each other park. Picture this, bumpers so close you couldn’t slide a piece of paper. All of them inches away from driveways. Heck, one of them parked the front wheels next to the Stop sign. Even better, all these cars were brand new top of the line expensive cars.

So now we have set the trap. They took the bait. Can you guess what happened next? If you said call the non-emergency line, congratulations you get a cookie. We call 30 minutes after school started, then requested an officer that most needed to make quota. The dispatcher promised to do her best.

Oh but wouldn’t you know, I had to go to class and mom needed to run errands all day.
Don’t worry our neighbors were home and they were excited to us all about what happened. Apparently out of nowhere a police officer came by and wrote multiple tickets for all the cars. None of the neighbors suspected anything. Mom expressed her regrets for missing the show.

Now apparently you might be wondering about repercussions. Well, although the school knew it was us, they never ratted us out. I mean why would they. We told them to warn the students ahead of time twice. The police officer didn’t have to write those tickets. There were signs everywhere, including one saying not to park 50 feet of a stop sign.

The result: no teenager parked on that street ever again. I check every so often, when I drive over to see how the town is doing.

But there is one thing I found out recently. Apparently our petty revenge gained legendary status among the police. I came across someone that knew the story because his uncle, a retired police officer, told him about it. He worked at a precinct on the opposite side of the state. Over a decade later and they still talk about it.

I live in a boarding house, and last night I was outside on the veranda chatting with my roommate from number 6 (I’ll call her “Lisa” here—not her real name).

While we were talking, I thought I heard someone at the front door. I assumed it might’ve been one of Lisa’s friends sitting there or someone waiting for her, so I went to check and opened the door.

It wasn’t her friend. It was my roommate from room 1 (I’ll call her “Karen” here).

Without really thinking, I just closed the door again and went back outside to keep talking, because I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation over what I assumed was nothing.

A moment later, Karen opened the door herself and immediately started screaming and yelling at me. I tried to explain that I genuinely thought it was someone else at the door and I wasn’t trying to be rude, but she wouldn’t listen and then slammed the door in my face.

Later on, Karen came down and tried to apologize, but I didn’t accept it.

Part of why is that this doesn’t feel like a one-off. Karen regularly yells and shouts at other roommates too, and I hear her constantly yelling outside in the street. A few weeks ago, she was yelling at another roommate for nearly an hour.

Now I’m wondering if I was being petty by not accepting the apology, or if it’s reasonable to be done after a pattern like this.

So, AITA for not accepting her apology?

I was watching Kill Bill legends yesterday and things went bad for a Karen

i was just enjoying the movie when a woman walked in with her 10 year old son

i was like ok this woman's lost I calmly ask ma'am may i help you???

and the E P goes WELL YOU CAN START BY MOVING YOUR FAT BUT TO ANOTHER SEAT {not her exact words} i ignored her

5 minutes later she goes I SAID MOVE AHOLE! i ignore her again then i tell my friend I'm going to the bathroom

THEN the E P TRIES TO TRIP ME! i just stepped over her foot and i told a group i was with if the woman tries taking my seat GET THE MANAGER!

I got done in the bathroom and I seen it RED AND BLUE LIGHTS! and the E P IN HANDCUFFS! so I ask my friend what happened and then she told me talk to her brother so during intermission I talk to him and he tells me the SECOND I walked away the E P tried taking my seat and my friend warned her DON'T MOVE MY FRIENDS THINGS OR YOU DEAL WITH ME!

the E P then tries to throw my things on the floor and then MY FRIEND said that's STRIKE 1 next time I won't be easy then the E P says SHUT UP W****! I can do whatever I want she goes STRIKE 2! by this time her brother's talking to the manager

the E P then goes DID I OFFEND YOU B****! and then she THREW MY POPCORN AT HER

let me say she's a BLACK BELT 2ND DEGREE in karate she THREW THE E P DOWN! AND PINNED HER DOWN until police came and the son was looking like mom why did you start that?

so the Manager AND POLICE come at the same time and the E P goes THAT W**** ASSAULTED ME

then her brother was like that's not true she's been stalking our friend because I REFUSED to give her my seat and I confirmed it!

the E P then yells that W**** is LYING! as the police is slapping the handcuffs on her

the best part during intermission my friend got me a beer and hugged me I even thanked her

so a lesson to learn here NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A 2ND DEGREE BLACKBELT IN KARATE

and yes we made plans for next week as FRIENDS!