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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'
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CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : So this friend in question, Jack. (I changed names out of respect) He walks up to me in class and tells me that this girl I’ve been interested in and talking to for a few months was talking shit about me and to forget about her and find someone else. I text the girl in question and she tells me it was a miscommunication and she was talking about Jack’s girlfriend Jessica.

So the girl I’ve got a crush on has her friend text Alexis. She sent her a screenshot of what I said which is vital in this story.

So a couple of hours later. Jessica logs onto Jack’s Instagram account and starts sending me Rapper lingo and illiterate bullshit. She calls me ‘squid ward’ and says no one cares about my ugly ass. I was very confused but then she says keep my name out of her mouth. I told her I literally said nothing mean about her or not even anything at all really. Then she says she has the screenshot. Then she said the screenshot had been deleted. And then she called me an ugly faggot. I was mature enough to just reply with one word answers and nothing much.

So then an hour later Jack texts me and says he’s going to slam my fucking head through a wall if I say anything about Jessica ever again. I explained to Jack what happened and then he says. “you’re in a bullshit mindgame with some lying dumb slut. I’m being a good friend by trying to help you.” I was really pissed off and annoyed with this response. So the. I said. “Are you serious. I’m done with you.” And then I decided to not text him again. And then he says. “Text me again Tim when you have an STD.”

Mind you this was not the only time Jack told me to forget about that one girl. I don’t want to put up with some douchebag and his pretentious Woah-Vickey-esq girlfriend. 

So am I the asshole here?
answer:
no


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CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : Let me start by saying I used to be a pizza delivery guy, so I worked for tips and completely understand how it can be. So when I get pizza delivered, or I'm at a restaurant sitting at the table with a waitress/waiter I tip really well. Usuaully at LEAST 25%. 

Having said that, when I get a carry-out order, or the one that annoys me the most, when I go into a regular deli or something and order at the register, I never tip. In fact I actually get annoyed at the second one. I just ordered a sandwich at a deli and there was a tip jar sitting there and the receipt asked for a tip. 

WHY?? 

I worked in retail for countless years and never even remotely asked for a tip. Why the fuck is it somehow OK for it to be different because food? 

TL;DR: Am I the asshole for not tipping when I order food at a damn register, or get carry-out?
answer:
yes


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CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : This may get long, but I'll try condense it as much as possible.

A couple of years ago, my then girlfriend (22 at the time) moved in with me (24 at the time) and my two engaged housemates. We'd been dating for about 8 months at the time and she'd been wanting to move out of her parent's place as she had issues with them. What started as a trial move just became her staying permenantly and everyone seemed ok with it. I was having a great deal of mental issues with work and figured it'd be a good thing to have my partner close by to support me (in hindsight not the healthiest plan on either of our parts, but that's a whole other story).

Less than a month later, she starts hinting at wanting a dog. I should mention that the house already had a dog and a cat owned by my housemates, but she wanted a dog for "us". She was aware of my issues and thought having a dog would help alleviate them. Problem is, she wanted a puppy. I told her many times that I was simply not in the right frame of mind to train a puppy as it required a lot of patience and time. Not to mention that we'd be forced to keep a puppy inside 24/7 until it got its vaccinations, the issues with my work causing me not to get paid much, and the fact we'd need to account for my housemates pets. 

Unfortunately, and against my better judgement, she eventually convinced me after several weeks of pleading and taking me to see a litter of puppies our friend's dog had recently birthed. My only condition was that she ask the housemates. As it turns out, they both told her that she needed to ask the other two if it was alright, so she took that as a "yes" from everyone and went forward with the adoption.

What followed was easily some of the worst months of my life. Just as I'd predicted, I was not able to cope with training a dog, and she barely lifted a finger to discipline him. Because of that, the pup would misbehave and act aggressively, then go to my ex for protection, which she'd enable. I ended up taking a lot of my frustration out on the poor pup, which I freely admit were not my finest moments (nothing overly abusive, but a lot of shouting and some harder-than-necessary smacks). 

The worst day was easily my housemate's wedding day when, after an amazing day out celebrating their union, I come home to find the dog had chewed up a whole bunch of stuff in our room, pissed and shit all over the bed, scratched up the carpet, and thrashed his food and water bowl around. I actually couldn't do anything but stare despondantly at the mess as my ex picked the dog up and said something to the effect of "Oh dear, you've made quite a mess. You must've missed us so much!".

As a few more months passed, my health got much worse to the point I needed an intervention, a week after which my ex broke up with me since she couldn't handle it. She ended up taking the dog with her back to her parents. Lo and behold, after 3 days of constantly being upset over it all, it was like a spell broke and I was starting to be back to my old self. I got the help I needed and started to fix my life. 

After a few more months, I hear that my ex is having troubles with the dog being overly aggressive and just not getting along with the other 2 dogs at her parent's. Apparently her mum threatened to take the dog to the pound while she was at work if my ex didn't start disciplining him. A couple of weeks after that, she followed through on that threat, and honestly, I felt happy. Happy that she got the comuppance she deserved, at least in that aspect. Not happy for the dog, obviously. He's the true victim in all of this and I can only hope he went on to find a better home with people who can give him the love he deserves.

But in any case, am I an asshole for feeling happy that she got what she deserved? Or am I just being vindictive?
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no


