Entitled Rich Guy Threw My Family’s Stuff off the Public Pool Sunbeds – My 4-Year-Old Son Taught Him a Huge Life Lesson
When a stranger disrespected my family at the local pool, I was ready to protect those I loved by all means! But, my lastborn son found a way to teach the stranger an important lesson. This led the man to change his ways and apologize. Read on to find out how!
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Here’s the tale of how I and a pompous stranger both learned humility. It was a scorching summer day in our town, perfect for a visit to the public pool. My husband, Mike, decided to take our four kids Emily (ten), Lucas (eight), Sophie (six), and little Ben (four) for a well-deserved outing.
We arrived early at the local swimming pool to secure a few sunbeds by the poolside. We spread our towels and placed our cooler and beach bag on the beds before heading for the water.
Sunbeds with towel on them | Source: Midjourney
The crowded pool had families and kids enjoying the water. Laughter echoed through the air. Ben, excited by the sight of the pool, immediately jumped into the shallow end. He started splashing around with other kids his age.
His older siblings followed suit. Mike and I watched them from the deep end, relishing the carefree joy of the moment as we enjoyed the day. As we played in the water, a rude young man in his late 20s, sporting designer sunglasses and an air of arrogance, strutted over to our sunbeds.
Man standing by a sunbed | Source: Midjourney
I watched in horror as, without a second thought, he tossed our towels, cooler, and bag onto the ground! He then claimed the beds for himself, lounging with a smug grin. Having noticed the commotion from the pool, I quickly rushed over.
“Excuse me, those are ours,” I said, pointing at the sunbeds, trying to keep my voice calm. The man barely glanced at me. “Well, they’re mine now. You should have come earlier if you wanted to keep them.”
A happy man wearing sunglasses while lying on a sunbed | Source: Pexels
“That’s not how this works,” I shot back, anger bubbling up inside me. “You can’t just take someone’s stuff and claim it as yours.” He smirked, leaning back on the sunbed. “Watch me.” I was fuming, but before I could respond, Ben toddled over.
His big brown eyes were wide with confusion. “Mommy, why is our stuff on the ground?” I knelt down to his level. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll find another spot.” Ben looked at the man and then back at me. His innocent face showed confusion, but he didn’t say anything more.
Woman talking to her son by the pool | Source: Midjourney
Not wanting to cause a scene, trying to stay positive, and avoiding messing up the children’s day, Mike and I chose to be the bigger people. We gathered our things and moved to a patch of grass under a tree, trying to make the best of the situation.
The day wore on, and all I could see was the entitled man’s smug grin as he lounged on our beds every time he glanced our way. He seemed to revel in his small victory. I saw him sipping on his expensive bottled water and chatting loudly on his phone.
Man on sunbed drinking water | Source: Midjourney
But karma wasn’t done with him, as the most interesting part was still to come! As the afternoon turned to evening, the pool staff announced that dinner was being served at the pavilion. A large buffet table was set up with a variety of delicious food.
We joined the line, eager to fill our plates after a long day of swimming and playing. The young rich man, having decided to extend his reign of entitlement, walked straight to the front of the line!
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He started piling his plate high with an assortment of dishes, taking more than his fair share! The young man seemed oblivious to the annoyed stares from other guests waiting their turn.
My family and I finally made it to the front of the buffet, but much of the food we had been looking forward to was gone. I could see the disappointment on Emily, Lucas, and Sophie’s faces. But before I could say anything, Ben, with his usual boldness, marched over to the rich man’s table.
Boy walking away from the buffet stand | Source: Midjourney
My lastborn child stood beside the man’s plate, which was heaped with food. Without missing a beat, Ben grabbed a piece of chicken from the man’s plate! We looked on in shock, and I was about to come to my son’s rescue when the man replied:
“Hey! You can’t do that!”
Boy taking chicken from a man’s plate | Source: Midjourney
Ben retorted, “You should have come earlier if you wanted to keep it all.” The man looked stunned, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what had happened. The surrounding guests, who had seen the earlier sunbed incident, burst into laughter and clapped!
They all appreciated the poetic justice of the moment. “You little brat,” the man finally sputtered, regaining his voice. Ben stared up at him, unfazed. “Mommy says sharing is good. You’re not very good at it.”
People laughing inside a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
The rich man, now the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, seemed to realize the impact of his actions. With a sheepish smile, he pushed his plate toward Ben. “You know what, kid? You’re right. Help yourself.”
Ben nodded, a triumphant look on his face, and began sharing the food with his siblings! The rich man stood up and walked over to the buffet table again. But this time, he waited his turn and took a modest portion!
Boy sharing food with his siblings | Source: Midjourney
We sat down to enjoy our meal, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of Ben. Sometimes, even the simplest actions can teach the most valuable lessons. As we continued to enjoy our meal, another family approached us.
The father, a burly man with a warm smile, introduced himself as Tom. He had watched the entire scene unfold and was impressed by Ben’s boldness. “Your little guy taught that man a lesson he’ll never forget,” Tom said, shaking Mike’s hand.
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“It’s rare that you see such bravery in a kid so young.” Mike beamed with pride. “Ben has always had a strong sense of right and wrong. We’re glad he handled it the way he did.” Tom’s wife, Susan, joined in, her eyes shining with admiration.
“It’s refreshing to see a child stand up for what’s right, especially in front of other kids. It sets a great example.” As we chatted, the rich man, whose name we learned was Alex, walked over. He looked remorseful.
A remorseful-looking man standing by the pool stairs | Source: Pexels
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier,” he said, his voice sincere. “I realize now how selfish I was being.” Mike nodded. “It takes a lot to admit when you’re wrong. We appreciate your apology.”
Alex glanced at Ben, who was now engrossed in his drawings. “Your son really made me think,” the young man explained. “I’ve been so wrapped up in my own world that I forgot how my actions affect others. I’d like to make it up to you.”
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He handed Mike a business card. “I own a few restaurants in town. How about dinner on me? It’s the least I can do.” We accepted his offer, and as the weeks passed, Alex became a regular part of our lives.
He joined us for meals and outings, and it was clear that Ben’s simple act of defiance had left a lasting impact on him. One evening, Alex shared his story as we sat around the dinner table. He had grown up in a wealthy family, always getting what he wanted without much effort.
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It wasn’t until Ben’s bold move that he realized the fault in his ways. “I used to think that money could buy everything,” Alex admitted. “But I’ve learned that the most valuable things in life are the lessons we learn from each other.”
As he spoke, I looked around the table at my family and our new friend. It was a reminder that even in the most unexpected situations, there are opportunities for growth and connection.
A family enjoying a meal together | Source: Pexels
Ben looked up from his plate, his eyes full of curiosity. “Mommy, what does ‘valilabu things’ mean?” I smiled, pulling him into a hug. “‘Valuable things.’ It means things that mean a lot to you. Like what you kids mean to your father and me.”
Ben nodded, his little face lighting up with comprehension. “I like that.” We all laughed, the warmth of the moment filling the room. That fateful day had started with frustration but ended with new friendships and crucial lessons.
The little boy looking at his mother with curious eyes | Source: Midjourney
Sometimes, it takes a child’s innocent actions to remind us of the importance of kindness. And in those moments, we find the true meaning of community and the power of empathy. As we said our goodbyes that night, Alex’s parting words stuck with me.
“Your family has given me a new perspective on life. I’m grateful for that.” Watching him walk away, I felt a sense of pride and contentment. Our little Ben had not only taught us an important lesson but also brought us all closer together in an unexpected way.
A couple waving goodbye to a guest who is leaving | Source: Pexels
And so, our lives continued, enriched by the unexpected bonds we had formed and the lessons we had learned. It was a reminder that even the smallest voices can make the biggest impact. He also taught us that true wealth lies in the connections we build and the kindness we show to one another.
A few days later, I saw an article in the local news. It was about an unnamed young businessman who had made a significant donation to a community food bank.
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The article mentioned that he had been inspired by a recent encounter that reminded him of the importance of fairness and sharing.
I looked at Ben, who was busy drawing pictures at the kitchen table, blissfully unaware of the impact he had made. Sometimes, even the smallest voices can teach the biggest lessons if you pay attention.
While Alex learned his lesson and changed his attitude, it isn’t clear if the rude waitress from the following story learned hers.
Little boy drawing pictures | Source: Midjourney
She mocked and was condescending to one woman’s grandfather only to be taught an unexpected lesson in patience. Click here to read all about it!
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.
Entitled Brat Mocks School Custodian, Gets Taught a Priceless Lesson in the Best Way Possible
Entitled Brat Mocks School Custodian, Gets Taught a Priceless Lesson in the Best Way Possible
Entitled teen Emma thought the world revolved around her and she mocked people based on their appearance. One day, the girl took her mockery too far and brutally insulted Mrs. Johnson, a poor older custodian. But karma was about to deliver a priceless lesson this entitled brat wouldn’t soon forget.
Alright, lovely people of the internet! Ever witnessed a high schooler throw some serious shade at someone who totally didn’t deserve it?
Because what I’m about to tell you involves a major brat who ruthlessly mocked a poor old custodian and got a life lesson delivered in the most epic way possible…
A schoolgirl in a hallway | Source: Midjourney
So here’s this rich girl named Emma in my sophomore English class, who basically waltzed around like she owned the place.
Think designer everything, a posse of giggling followers, and the permanent sneer of someone utterly convinced the world was her personal runway.
Her favorite target? Our sweet custodian, Mrs. Johnson, a hardworking older lady in her late 60s. Think soft-spoken, kind, and always cheerful – that’s Mrs. Johnson for you.
A custodian mopping the floor | Source: Midjourney
This sweet custodian in our school, bless her heart, was magic. Always had a smile, even when mopping up cafeteria mystery spills that defied identification.
Emma, though? She’d make snide remarks about Mrs. Johnson’s cleaning cart, calling it a “janitor chariot” in that grating, nasally voice.
A teen girl laughing | Source: Midjourney
One afternoon, I caught Emma dumping her half-eaten lunch on the floor by the water fountain, then sauntering away like it was nothing. Mrs. Johnson patiently approached the mess with a sigh.
“Emma, honey,” she called out gently, “did you drop this?”
A burger on the floor | Source: Midjourney
Emma whipped around, highlighter poised like a weapon. “Ugh, whatever, Mrs. J. Just clean it up, that’s your job, right?” The look on Mrs. Johnson’s face… well, let’s just say the sunshine usually radiating from her seemed to dim a bit.
A girl smiling | Source: Midjourney
Ugh, you know those moments where you just want the earth to swallow you whole? Well, that’s exactly how I felt witnessing Emma’s latest tirade.
This girl, with her designer everything and attitude, seemed to take a particular pleasure in tormenting Mrs. Johnson.
An older woman looking ahead | Source: Midjourney
One lunch period, I rounded the corner by the cafeteria to find Emma holding court near the overflowing trash cans. Mrs. Johnson was pushing her cleaning cart past them, mop leaving a clean streak in its wake.
A girl teasing someone | Source: Midjourney
Emma, with a smirk that could curdle milk, decided to unleash a verbal grenade at the poor woman who never meant harm to anyone.
“HEY, MRS. JOHNSON,” the girl barked with a chuckle, “MAYBE IF YOU HAD STUDIED HARDER, YOU WOULDN’T BE STUCK CLEANING UP AFTER US!”
A sad woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney
The worst part? Her disciples as in the little gang that followed her like a puppy burst out laughing. Mrs. Johnson stopped pushing her cart, the rhythmic squeak of the wheels falling silent.
Her shoulders slumped a fraction, and for a horrible moment, I thought I saw a flicker of tears welling up in her kind eyes.
An upset woman looking up | Source: Midjourney
Then, Emma doubled down, leaning in with a malicious glint.
“Seriously, do you even know how to read? Or did you just skip school altogether?”
Mrs. Johnson’s silence was deafening. The hurt flickered in her eyes like a dying flame, and I knew I couldn’t be a bystander any longer. Emma needed a lesson, and detention wouldn’t cut it.
A sad woman on the verge of crying | Source: Midjourney
Fast forward to chemistry class later that week, our chemistry teacher Ms. Thompson droned on about the periodic table.
Suddenly, she cleared her throat, the sound sharp enough to pierce Emma’s bubble. “Alright class,” she announced, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “we have a special guest lecturer today. A former university professor with a wealth of knowledge to share.”
A chemistry teacher in class | Source: Midjourney
A hush fell over the room as the door creaked open. A woman in a crisp cap and gown strode in, a stack of papers clutched confidently in her hand. Her gaze swept the classroom, lingering for a beat on Emma, who finally looked up from her phone.
You should have seen Emma’s white-as-a-ghost face when she saw the guest lecturer. You see, this wasn’t some stuffy professor flown in from a distant college. No, this woman, radiating quiet authority, was none other than Mrs. Johnson!
A shocked girl | Source: Midjourney
“Good afternoon, class,” Mrs. Johnson greeted. “Today, we’ll be discussing the fascinating world of…” She paused, letting the silence build. “Perhaps, Ms. Emma,” she continued, her eyes locking with Emma’s, “you can tell me the difference between a hypothesis and a theory.”
The classroom held its breath. Emma’s mouth gaped open like a landed fish. This was only the beginning, and the best part? She had no idea what was about to hit her.
A woman staring intensely at someone | Source: Midjourney
Emma’s jaw dropped, and her face turned as red as a tomato. Mrs. Johnson proceeded to give the most engaging lecture on organic chemistry I had ever witnessed.
She explained complex concepts with ease and answered every question thrown at her with the expertise of someone who had spent years in the field.
“So, who can tell me why carbon forms four bonds?” Mrs. Johnson’s eyes scanned the room.
An annoyed girl | Source: Midjourney
“Isn’t it because of its four valence electrons?” a boy named Jake piped up, a bit unsure.
“Exactly! And how does that affect its ability to form complex molecules?” Her voice was encouraging, drawing the class in.
“It means… it can bond with many different elements?” a student named Sarah hesitated.
A boy raising his hand in class | Source: Midjourney
“Precisely! And that’s why carbon is the backbone of organic chemistry. It’s versatile,” Mrs. Johnson beamed.
Emma, still red-faced, mumbled, “I didn’t know a janitor could know so much.”
A girl lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
Mrs. Johnson paused, looking directly at Emma. “You know, knowledge isn’t confined to titles. It’s about passion and curiosity.”
The class was silent, absorbing her words while some giggled at Emma.
“Any more questions?” Mrs. Johnson asked, turning back to the board.
A woman looking ahead | Source: Midjourney
Emma was so embarrassed and furious that she sat frozen in her seat. Her eyeballs darted around, tracking Mrs. Johnson like a predator stalking its prey.
After the lecture, Mrs. Johnson removed her academic cap and looked directly at Emma.
“Maybe if you study harder, you won’t end up making assumptions about people based on their jobs, girl!” she said calmly.
A woman pointing her finger at someone | Source: Midjourney
The entire class erupted in applause while Emma sat there, stunned and embarrassed.
You should’ve seen the girl’s face. She was seething. She wasn’t the type to let this slide.
The next thing we knew, Emma stormed out of the classroom, her footsteps echoing down the hall. But my mind was still on this entitled brat. What was she planning?
A girl leaving a classroom | Source: Midjourney
Of course, Emma, being the firecracker she was, couldn’t take her public humiliation lying down. The rumor mill went into overdrive, churning out a story so outlandish it almost made me laugh.
Apparently, The girl started spreading rumors that Mrs. Johnson had borrowed the professorial garb from a friend (who?) and simply read the lecture off a script (written by whom?).
Funny, right?
A girl in the school cafeteria | Source: Midjourney
The rumor spread like wildfire. Even some normally level-headed students started giving Mrs. Johnson the side-eye. It was infuriating! But Mrs. Johnson, bless her heart, remained calm. No dramatics, no tearful outbursts. She simply… waited.
The opportunity for a counter-strike arrived with the much-dreaded parent-teacher conference the next week. Parents flooded the school, armed with questions and concerns.
People at a doorway | Source: Midjourney
Among them were Emma’s parents, both prominent figures in the community with a reputation for being… well, let’s just say they wielded their influence like a well-worn scepter.
As I finished my conference with a concerned parent, I spotted Mrs. Johnson standing by the refreshments table.
A woman looking to her side | Source: Midjourney
During the conference, she requested to speak. She calmly walked to the front of the room, pulled out a folder, and began distributing copies of her Ph.D. diploma, letters of recommendation from her previous university, and published research papers.
The parents and teachers were stunned. Even me.
Certificates on a table | Source: Midjourney
“As you can see,” Mrs. Johnson declared, “I have the qualifications necessary to teach chemistry.” She paused, letting the evidence sink in. “I’ve heard rumors suggesting otherwise, and I want to address them directly.”
Emma’s parents, visibly uncomfortable, exchanged worried glances. Mrs. Johnson turned her gaze to them. “Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I’m aware your daughter has been spreading these rumors.”
A startled couple | Source: Midjourney
Emma’s mother started to speak, but Mrs. Johnson raised a hand gently. “Please, let me finish.”
She took a deep breath. “I took this custodial job not because I lacked education or ambition, but because I needed the extra money to care for my ill husband. My choices were driven by love and responsibility, not by a lack of intelligence or effort.”
A woman staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
A hush fell over the room. Parents looked at each other, some nodding in understanding, others shifting uncomfortably.
“My husband passed away last year,” Mrs. Johnson continued, tears welling up in her eyes. “But I stayed on as a custodian because this school and these students mean the world to me.”
A woman’s teary eyes | Source: Midjourney
Emma’s face went completely pale at this point. Mrs. Johnson stepped back from the podium, and said, “I hope this clears up any misunderstandings. I’m here to educate and support your children, no matter my title. I might be a custodian who washes toilets and scrubs floors… but I’m still human.”
Emma’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.
Anxious girl biting her nails | Source: Midjourney
Emma’s parents were mortified. They apologized profusely to Mrs. Johnson and promised to deal with their daughter.
Emma was grounded for months and had to do community service as part of her punishment. One of her tasks? Helping Mrs. Johnson with her custodial duties after school.
A young girl on the verge of crying | Source: Midjourney
I watched Emma begrudgingly pick up a mop and start cleaning the hallway. Mrs. Johnson worked alongside her, showing her the ropes. At first, Emma was sullen and silent, but over time, I noticed a change.
One afternoon, as I passed by, I heard Emma ask Mrs. Johnson, “Why did you stay on as a custodian after your husband passed?”
A girl standing in a school hallway | Source: Midjourney
Mrs. Johnson paused, wiping her hands on a rag. “This school became my second home. And the kids here, well, they needed someone who cared.”
Emma frowned. “But you could have done something else, right?”
Mrs. Johnson smiled gently. “Sure, but sometimes, it’s not about what you can do, but where you feel you can make the most impact.”
A girl talking to someone | Source: Midjourney
Emma’s eyes softened. “I never thought about it that way.”
As the weeks went by, Emma’s demeanor shifted. She began to show up early, ready to work, and started to ask Mrs. Johnson more about her life. They shared stories, and slowly, Emma developed a grudging respect for her.
An older woman’s compassionate eyes | Source: Midjourney
The girl was ashamed of herself and even apologized to Mrs. Johnson. How cool was that?!
Mrs. Johnson, ever the kind soul, forgave Emma and used the opportunity to mentor her. Eventually, Emma’s grades improved, and she became more considerate towards others.
By the time she graduated, she had completely transformed from the entitled brat she once was.
A cheerful young girl smiling | Source: Midjourney
One afternoon, Emma approached Mrs. Johnson after finishing her custodial duties. I was there, talking to the sweet old lady. I thought Emma would hesitate or feel shy to talk to the custodian in front of me.
But the girl proved me wrong. “Mrs. Johnson, I’m really sorry for everything. I was awful to you,” she said and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
A woman smiling at someone | Source: Midjourney
Mrs. Johnson smiled gently and replied, “Emma, we all make mistakes. What’s important is that you learn and grow from them.”
Emma nodded, her eyes sincere. “I have, thanks to you.”
Ah, it was such a heartwarming sight, you know! The mentorship deepened, with Mrs. Johnson helping Emma with her studies and offering life advice. Emma’s grades soared, and her attitude shift was noticeable to everyone.
A girl in a classroom | Source: Midjourney
Graduation day arrived, and Emma, now the valedictorian, stood at the podium. She took a deep breath, scanning the audience until her eyes landed on Mrs. Johnson.
“I want to thank someone very special,” she began, “Mrs. Johnson, our school’s custodian and my mentor, taught me the most valuable lesson of all: never judge a book by its cover.”
A young girl on graduation day | Source: Midjourney
The crowd murmured, and Mrs. Johnson looked surprised and touched. We teachers, along with the principal himself, were equally moved. I even spotted him discreetly wiping a stray tear from his eye.
Emma continued, “Her kindness, wisdom, and support changed my life. Because of her, I’m standing here today, ready to face the future.”
As the applause erupted, the girl stepped down and hugged Mrs. Johnson tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for everything. For opening my eyes.”
A girl on graduation day | Source: Midjourney
Mrs. Johnson’s eyes were misty and all she could do was pull Emma into a tight hug. The room erupted in applause, and even some of us teachers found ourselves wiping away tears.
Lesson learned: never underestimate someone by their appearance!
Mrs. Johnson, the custodian, just dropped some serious knowledge (and a Ph.D.!). Anyone else ever been surprised by someone’s hidden depths? Let’s hear about it!
A woman looking ahead | Source: Midjourney
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