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I also grabbed some responses from this thread. 

Entitled mom says, "You can just get another from one of the stands; it's not a big deal." The boy whose stuffed animal it belongs to sees the other boy misusing his stuffed animal (throwing it up in the air, letting it drop, etc.) and starts to burst out into tears. Not like an entitled child crying, but as if his heart were just completely broken; he wasn't screaming-crying, just a small sob. This was my breaking point. While the entitled mom wasn't looking, I told her child, "You should give this back," and I took the stuffed animal (not by force, of course), and I dusted it off, then gave it back to its rightful owner. The entitled mom sees me give it back to him and starts screaming at me, saying I abused her child and she would be pressing charges. I distract her long enough for the other mom to realize this was her time to escape. After seeing that the family had gotten far enough away from sight, I just simply left my and the entitled mother's conversation while she was talking, too. I am the stuffed animal vigilante now." 

"We immediately directed her attention to what she had just done and the poor waiter, who was stunned, not knowing what to do. She shrugged and said, "It’s fine." My friend and I were horrified; we emphatically said, "No, it’s not!" before we profusely apologized to the waiter and didn’t stay much longer after that but made sure to leave him a big tip." 

"He starts chatting with her, and a few minutes later it turns out that he's actually just friends with someone at the party and was invited; he doesn't go to Stanford, he goes to Berkeley. She smacked him across the face like four times because how fucking dare he talk to her knowing that he goes to a state school." 

"Normally I wouldn't say anything, but I made a little mention like, "Oh, if you needed a pen, I'd be more than happy to hand you one," and she looks up and goes, "You are MY salesman; you are here to work for ME. You can do what you want to do when I'm done here." I politely asked her to leave and told her to have a great day."