Welcome to R.S. Am I the Butthole? Where O.P. has an encounter with an entitled Karen.

Am I the butthole for kicking out a family that gay crashed a private party?

I booked a soft play for my son's birthday party. It has both public sessions and private sessions.

By the way, a soft play is a massive indoor climbing frame covered in padding and safety nets with slides and ballpits,

stuff like that. I obviously booked one of the private sessions and didn't interfere with the

usual times that's available to the public. When I opened the buffet, a woman I didn't know

approached me, asking if her children could have some. I explained that I'd booked the venue for a

private party. She said, that doesn't matter. My children want some food. I replied no because the food

was for the party. She walked away, telling her children to just wait until I left the food area.

Realizing she wasn't taking my answer, I asked staff to speak to her.

They did, explaining it was a private event and they needed to leave.

She shouted that her and her children were not leaving, and that I should be told to allow the

children to have the food.

I went back over, said, again, that it was a private event, and she shouted,

What is a sandwich?

Repeatedly at me until I shouted back that she needed to leave. She did eventually leave

flicking me off as she walked out the door. The soft play wasn't at capacity. And in truth,

there probably was enough for them to have some of the buffet. But the way she approached me with the assumption that I would say yes,

and then blatantly planning to disregard my answer made me stay on my ground.

So am I the butthole for kicking out the gate crashers?

O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes,

but I think the way you should have handled that was to yell the definition of a sandwich at her,

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