In this task you are given an anecdote, which recount a complex ethical situation. The question you are given is, has the author of the anecdote acted ethically? answer this question with "RIGHT" or "WRONG".

Input: Consider Input: Okay. I feel pretty petty after this so I've made a new account.

To start this off, I've wanted a dog for years, as so many kids do. Its always been a solid 'No' from my parents. Then recently it turned into 'Maybe..' and the last few weeks we've been looking at dogs. Now, there have been periods like this before but after research into the dog weve been interested in my mother has usually been put off. For what feels like forever, my father has wanted a Chow Chow. I introduced him to Samoyeds not long ago and hes slowly fallen in love with them. My Mother, surprisingly, has too. I ignored it at first because I assumed theyd just see it as a cute dog.

However, recently, theyve been showing me dogs for sale near us. Within a reasonable price range too. I was excited, but didnt show it. I didnt want to get my hopes up. Until my mother allowed me to message one of the breeders.

They didnt respond. I didnt let it bother me, as by this point, my mother had promised me that when it was suitable, we could get a dog. We messaged another. They requested the money upfront. Another. Another. Another.

Finally.

We found someone who told us we cod come view the puppies. They werent ready to be taken, and so we did. They were gorgeous. My father, mother and I fell in love with a little boy named Nico.

We get home, all giddy, fast forward a week. All I can think about is the puppy. I mention it to my mother and she smiles, "Oh. Didnt I tell you? We're not getting the puppy anymore. I dont have the time."

Okay. So. I understand my mother not having the time. Even though she stays home all day. It just annoyed me a little, if she'd told me at the beginning it would've been easier to process, like, we were at the point where my brother had bought dog collars, bowls, excetera. We had doggy-proofed the rooms of the house.

Okay. This is where I feel like a bit of an asshole. I just kinda cried, I may of snapped slightly at my mother, saying she always seems to lead me on with these types of things and tease me and its not fair. Yes I cried. Yes it was petty. She shouted at me for being petty and I just feel stupid for acting so childish. Its not even like I can move out and afford my own dog, I'm 13. I dont know if there was some factor that im completely misreading here but I'd love some input from an adult who could come at it from a more mature outlook. x

Output: RIGHT


Input: Consider Input: Ok, so as the title describes, we have a yearly holiday party that is in the office. I do want to mention that I love my job and enjoy my coworkers company. Am i the only one that feels office holiday parties are a drag and feel like more of an obligation, then a party? or am i just being an asshole

Output: RIGHT


Input: Consider Input: A bit of context:

I bought a house about 3 years ago. A coworker (not on my team but same department) kind of pushed me (and yes I'm a pushover) to let him rent from me.

So yes he's my roommate and my tenant.

He pays seriously low rent. He pays about 75% of the low end of what he might pay elsewhere (60% of what he'd have to pay if he split an actual apartment). He pays about $100 total for all utilities (cable, internet, water, sewage, electrical, gas) and I pay the actual bills (my portion is easily 3x his).

To be clear, he **is not a bad guy and he would probably pay if I asked for more.**

It's just that it's my house and I kinda want to enjoy it by myself. Plus a lot of things he does annoys me. He left the fucking front door open once! I have security cameras and he just makes fun of it and constantly forgets to arm it. He never turns the light off anywhere. The few rules I have for safety purposes he forgets (don't turn on the dryer and leave the house, please for the love of god unplug the god damn toaster oven). He rarely takes the recycling out. After two years of begging he finally takes out the trash but only if he made chicken that day (and he hasn't learned how to put the trash can out for collection). Not maliciously, he's just clueless.

And I admit at first I was happy to have him because I figured I could meet more people through him and what not. But nope that isn't happening. 

If he leaves, I would have so much freedom that I constantly day dream about this. Like I could use his room as a game room! I could actually vacuum the whole house (I'm a neat freak... he hasn't washed the bathroom rug in the nearly 3 years he has been here - he also didn't how to use a vacuum cleaner). I could dance around naked the house! I can put up speakers everywhere and play all of my shitty songs! I won't have to check if he closed the front door!

Anyway I've had some of my friends and mutual co-workers call me an asshole because I said I wanted to cancel his lease in the next two months (yes I plan on giving him like 50 day notice). They say I'm a lucky fuck for being able to find a good roommate (because he is) and others struggle finding a good roommate (and I agree - all of my roommates in college were nightmares). They say I'm spoiled for throwing away a source of income. They say I'm an asshole for making him find a another place in a tough market. 

I really keep dreaming about enjoying the house alone, but I fear they are right. Am I the asshole?


Output: RIGHT


