When you see an older couple struggling to load their car in a parking lot, the nice thing to do is to offer them some assistance.

Unfortunately, that can sometimes mean that another random person will think you are an employee, and demand your help.

That is what happened in this story, but the nurse refused to help the rude lady, and in the end, the older couple got the sweetest possible revenge.

Some assembly required. Good luck.

This happened several years ago.

Now this is an important job.

I was the night time charge nurse over the ICU.

I’d just finished a 12 hour shift at my hospital that had turned into a 14 hour shift because of a rapid response right before shift change. (Patient responded well).

I bet they were more than exhausted!

I was exhausted and had to return for a 4th shift in 9 hours. All I wanted were some items to drop in the slow cooker so I’d have something to eat when I got up tonight.

I stopped at a well known big box store that sells groceries, clothes, electronics.. the works.

There is no mistaking this man for an employee…Right?

I’m wearing royal blue scrubs, a name badge with a big RN under it and forgot to take my stethoscope off so it’s hanging around my neck. The employees here… well… don’t.

As I’m walking towards the store I see an elderly couple struggling to load a large box in their SUV parked at the front of the store.

Clearly this couple needs some help.

And I mean old. 90+ Shaky hands. Teetering around with limited mobility. The kind I see with a med list 3 pages long… no way would his hips take the weight without snapping… and I’ve worked enough tonight.

I approach quickly and address the female half of the couple offering help. It was gladly accepted and I got their TV loaded with very little difficulty.

He really should have waited for the help, but at least this nurse was there.

It was more cumbersome than heavy. I’m chatting with the woman who is explaining it’s a gift for their son and her husband hadn’t wanted to wait for help. (I’d wondered why an employee wasn’t helping.). That’s when it happened.

I will be RN. She will be EB for entitled baby.

EB: hey. Hey!

Why do they always look like this?

Startled, We stop our conversation and look over. It’s a lady in her 50s dressed in a cheap looking beige pant suit with a get your manager hairstyle standing about 15 feet away with a hand on her overly broad hip.

EB: IF you are ABOUT done. I need help over here.

Not sure why she would think that, but no big deal I suppose.

She then points to her cart with two boxes of bookshelves.. some assembly required. I realize she thinks I work here.

RN: Oh Sorry. I don’t work…

Ok, now it is a big deal.

EB: You are already making me late! Just get it done! …and DON’T scratch my paint up.

The elderly lady and I exchange looks of disbelief and I try again.

RN: I don’t work he…

EB: Just get it done!

Wow, she is very entitled, isn’t she.

She then steps away from her cart to grab her purse grumbling about “idiots” and is digging for her keys when the cart rolls further away and one wheel goes off the curb. The entire uneven load causes the cart to topple over.

I instinctively jump forward to try to prevent everything from falling…

Hey, that sounds like a her problem.

I was unsuccessful. EB, who has now turned to see her particle board bookshelves spilled out on the cement. Corners of the boxes crushed and one has torn open with a few pieces and packaging now exposed.

EB completely loses her mind and becomes a raging you know what.

It is your own fault, lady!

EB: What the heck! You moron! Pick them up! I’m going to have you fired! You owe me new bookshelves! And I’m late!

At this point. I’m done.

RN: Pick them up yourself! I Don’t Work Here!

Wow, she is actually grabbing him.

I then turn to go inside when I feel her grab my sleeve and try to yank me around. I jerk my sleeve out of out of grip and turn to face her now violently red face. She opens her mouth to start screaming again but I put my finger in her face and say…

RN: No! Don’t touch me! Shut up! I do not work here, and even if I did. I’d quit before I help you clean up your mess!

She’s not used to being talked to like that.

EB stands there speechless. Mouth opening and closing. Sputtering in shock that I’ve dared raise MY voice at HER.

That’s when the manager and an employee come out. As EB sees the manager and finds her voice.

Not sure what she thinks the manager is going to do.

EB: Are you the manager? This man damaged my bookshelves and is refusing to pay for them.

I just stare in shock. Seriously?! Having realized that a man in bright blue scrubs with a stethoscope and a big RN badge really doesn’t work here.

People like this rarely admit that they were wrong.

Instead of apologizing, she chooses to double down on the craziness and now accuses me of breaking her stuff.

Before I can voice my denial, the elderly gentleman I’d helped earlier steps in and explains the situation to the manager. EB is still voicing complaints but the manager realizes the real situation and apologizes to me and the couple.

The manager shouldn’t have offered her anything.

I’m still standing by watching angrily as the manager deals with EB and inspects the bookshelves. They are not damaged. He offers her two new boxes but EB is now done with the whole situation. She says no. She’s already to late because of me. Just glares over at me and says to the manager

EB: Just load them. I’m already late enough because of this!

It is unfortunate that she even got any help.

The manager and employee then lift the boxes up and get them wedged into the ladies car.

As I shake my head and go to enter the store I’m stopped by the elderly lady I’d helped earlier.

At least this elderly couple is nice.

Lady: Sir. Thank you so much for helping us with the TV. I’m so sorry some people are so rude.

She then reaches for my hand to shake. As she folds both her fragile hands around mine, I can feel something in her palm she’s giving me.

Oh, what could it be?

Lady whispering: Don’t look yet. Wait till she leaves.

I slide the package into my scrub pocket and Lady walks away. EB then gets in her car and (without apologizing or thanking anyone) peels out and drives away.

Oh, that is just perfect! LOL. I love it.

I finally enter the store to grab my food items and when I reach in my pocket I pull out a plastic bag with a bunch of screws and hardware.

I realize immediately that the sweet little old lady took advantage of the commotion to steal the hardware out of EB’s ripped box.

That old lady is a real hero!

I couldn’t believe it. I had the biggest grin on my face as I did my shopping. And I have a new petty revenge hero to idolize.

Now this is the perfect ending to a frustrating story. Well done old lady!

Read on to see what the people in the comments have to say about it.

Yup, this ending took me by surprise.

Oh, I’m sure she freaked out.

Me too!

Yup, this is one cool old lady.

This is what I was expecting too.

The best revenge in history.

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