Given a post that is a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation and an associated claim about its type, verify if the claim is true or not. The claim asks if the posts are historical or hypothetical. The posts are "HISTORICAL" when the author has already done something and they are "HYPOTHETICAL" when the author is considering doing something in the future. Say 'yes' if the claim is true otherwise say 'no'

CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : I frequent a well maintained municipal par 3 golf course near my work. Yesterday after work, I met a friend there to enjoy a casual round. There was a group of 12 younger dudes playing in foursomes. Totally normal. Then I see them teeing off from different areas than the actual tee box, elongating the holes (longest holes are 110 yards.) Ok, whatever. They kept a decent pace. However if a player didn't hit the green on their first shot, they would hit a second and third ball. When my friend and I got to the greens after them, they were peppered with ball marks. This happened on every green. Some folks like, 'oh its just a municipal course, i dont have to treat it nice.' I hate those people. 

I play at this course all the time and I would describe my game somewhere in between bad and fair. I try to repair as many ball marks as possible so perhaps the golf gods would take pity on a poor soul. Keep in mind that the ground is fairly soggy here and these players were leaving some big craters. 

As my buddy and I approached the 7th tee box, the whole group of players were now amassed on the 8th tee all playing together at this point. After teeing off, we passed each other and I called out to them. "Hey, are you guys on a team or something?" I asked. I was thinking for several holes how to approach these guys. Honestly I thought they were in high school. When one of their players said, "Yeah, we're on a team," I lost my shit and shouted, "then fix your fucking ball marks!" None of them said a word. My buddy says to me, "Geez, old man much?"

We finished putting on the seventh green, and the entire group is was posted up, chipping and putting on 8. The 8th tee box is right by the parking lot so we decided to just call it a day. As we went past all their golf bags they left on the 8th tee box, I noticed... they were from a COLLEGE team. They definitely know better.

I googled the school and emailed their head coach. I did apologize for using profanity. But yes, I did snitch on them. 

Am I the asshole? 


no

CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : Every two months they do random drug tests for my part of the company. I’ve been here for over two years and have been drug tested at least 10 times. 

I don’t do anything. I don’t smoke weed, drink regularly, pills, etc. 

I have three theories. My first theory is that they think I’m on drugs because I am kind of a skinny dude. I just have a small frame so I weigh less than average. Shoulders aren’t very broad kind of thing. People sometimes assume I am on drugs when I’m on the lighter side of my typical weight fluctuations.  I can understand that. 

My second one is: when I was on second shift I worked with one other guy in the entire place. I was always pulled to get drug tested. One time the guy I worked with had a small accident on the fork truck that required a drug test. It was a Friday evening and he went and told the supervisor in the other building. Supervisor said he’d just call in the drug testing person Monday and do it then. The guy I worked with was like “I bet if it was OP you’d make him go now wouldn’t you?” And the supervisor was like “yeah, he just seems weird man.” Guy I worked with told him that he works with me every day and it’s just me and him and he knows for a fact I’m not on drugs. I am kind of quiet to people I don’t talk to much. 

Third: After drug testing me several times, they want people who can piss clean so it doesn’t make the company look bad. They hire a lot of dope heads sometimes and I’ve heard if you have so many people test positive that the company can get investigated or fined. 

I guess it just upsets me. I know they didn’t really like me at first. I’m not from the area and it’s a different culture here in the south than it was in the Midwest. I don’t really fit in and don’t have much in common with a lot of the people here so that kind of hinders what I can talk about with people. Plus I’m from a bigger city and like its just not really normal to sit around and bullshit all the time. I’ve got stuff to do and I don’t have time to sit around and BS all day. Nobody did that back where I’m from, but everyone does it here. 

I just feel like I’m constantly being judged for my appearance here. One of my supervisors thought it was kind of BS too. He’s from Florida and there’s a ton of overweight people around here. So it’s like if someone is a thinner / healthier weight it’s like everyone assumes that person is on drugs. 

I’ve always been self-conscious about my weight and it just hurts my feelings I guess. I’m not an unhealthy skinny. I mean I’m skinny but I’m not emancipated or malnourished looking. Just a smaller dude. 

So AITA for being upset that I constantly get pulled for ‘random’ drug tests? There’s people that have been here 5x longer than I have and have never been drug tested. 


yes

CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : My cat went missing on January 6th and a few days later I told my 6 year old we could put up some missing posters around our neighborhood after school on our way home. I pick her up on my bicycle, and we took a different route home that day. The first place I thought would be ok was a telephone pole about a block away from the school.

I had a staple gun and as I was putting the poster up, I hear a man talking to me. I turn around and see a man in a truck staring at me. Our conversation went like this:

Him: do you have permission to put that there?
Me: umm...no, do I need permission?
Him: yes. You do.
Me: okay, from who?
Him: from me

At that point I thought he was just messing with me.

Me: oh ok. Can I have your permission then?
Him: No. Take it down right now 

He then drove towards the culdesac on the street, turned around, and parked in front of the house on the corner. I realized the telephone pole was in the corner if his yard, though it was closer to the street than his house. 

I was dumbfounded as to why he had to do that. My daughter was standing right there and she was confused, asking me "why is he telling you to take it down mommy?". Instead of just leaving I confronted him. I was really emotional because i fucking love that cat. I asked him why he felt he had the authority to keep me from putting it up? What could it possibly do to inconvenience him? What kind of a lesson is that for my daughter? I told her if we put up posters, more people would know he was missing and we would have a better chance at getting him back. She doesnt understand why the man didnt want us to find our cat. I called him an asshole and a pathetic excuse of a human being with absolutely no empathy for other people. That was probably over the line, but I was so upset. I had cried everyday because I just wanted my cat back, and that day I felt like not randomly bursting into tears was a good thing. I had to stop riding my bike a few times on the way home because I had started ugly crying again and couldn't stop.

I went home and emailed the city, asking if he really had the authority to make me take my sign down because it was in the corner of his yard. They eventually told me it was a violation of some city ordinance to put any signs along the road. I still put some up on people's fences along some busy roads nearby, but I made sure to get the homeowners permission to do so. Their fence is not on city property and as long as I have their permission, putting them on the fence is fine. 

Still though, I feel like he was just being mean because he felt he could intimidate me. But then again, I could have handled it better and not let my emotions cloud my judgement.

no

