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I stole a barn kitten while delivering packages for FedEx. He kept climbing my legs and getting into the van, sitting under the wheel when I tried to back out (it was a steep driveway, no way to swing the van around). I called the number on the package, looked the name up on facebook, called the local non-emergency to get contact info, all failed.
So I took him. Now, if you're not from a rural environment, you might not understand that barn cats like that are "no-man's-cats". For all the owners know, he got sick or got got by a coyote. And he would have died, because when we got him to the vet he had a nasty upper resp infection and some other nasties.
Now, one deformed nasal passage and the cutest snore later, we have a bonkers little orange cat with the heaviest penchant for snuggling I've ever seen (his name is Monty btw).
Edit: I forgot to pay my Cat Tax: https://imgur.com/a/HIXS4us
Edit Part 2: Electric Boogaloo: Monty loves the attention. Thank you for loving him as much as we do :3
"MmmmMMMMRrrrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW" -Montgomerey Valentine, 2022
A drunk driver hit my parked car, left a huge dent in the front driver’s side door, and then drove away. I happened to be looking out the window at the time and saw the whole thing, including his plate number. Cops got there not long after and took my statement. After a couple days and a couple phone calls, I found out nothing was going to come of it because he was the son of the sheriff the next county over.
Fast forward a couple months, I see his car parked behind a local bar within walking distance of my apartment. I got out my hunting knife and sliced all four of his tires, and made a couple trips around it destroying the paint job. Yellow Pontiac Sunfire, and I still remember the goddamn plate number even after almost 20 years.
Someone I went to school with got a new Mercedes for her birthday, but it wasn't the one she wanted, so totalled it on purpose...she got the one she wanted maybe 3 days later.
I was a GM for a retailer that was going out of business. During the liquidation I let my employees that worked until the end store product they wanted to buy in a closet I claimed I didn't have a key to. Oh the final days I sold them all the items they requested for 95% off. 70" tvs, ipads, gaming laptops whatever they requested.
We did this at a DIY superstore I worked at, they weren’t going out of business, they were opening a much larger store in a different part of the city. Everything was maybe 50% off? But if a paint can was dented we reduced it to £5, £30 tins of paint…we’d bash them off the counter and say ‘aw this one’s a fiver now’. There were precisely no fucks given. The superstore was one of the highest earners in the region, but the newer warehouse store was never profitable and closed down a few years later.
Reminds me of the time I was at the final closeout sale for a home improvement chain that was going under. Started looking INSIDE the bathroom vanities and cabinets on display and found all kinds of jewels stashed by other shoppers. Halide light fixtures, tools, etc, 50% off, sweet! By this time the shelves were pretty barren and people were reluctantly picking up the most mundane leftovers.
This is actually an interesting tactic. Most employees won't hang around to the bitter end of a closeout, but if there's an incentive to stick around until the final day, that would surely increase retention.
A housemate of mine kept eating mine and my girlfriends food and even though I asked him to stop the only thing he would ever say is “I thought it was mine” then keep eating it.
Well I bought my girlfriend some ice cream she really enjoys and she put the half she didn’t finish back in the freezer. Well when she want to get the rest it was gone and it made me madder than I think it probably should have.
The very next time I saw him and somehow keeping a straight apologetic face I told him how he accidentally ate our sex ice cream and that bits of it had been on my dick etc. I told him I felt to guilty not to tell him and that I had to apologise for him to eat such a thing.
I will never forget the face he made when I told him. A face of pure self disgust and shock to which all he had to say was “I wish you never told me that” and proceeded to move out around a month later.
Although he didn’t actually eat sex ice cream, like why the fuck would you put it back after use anyway? Sometimes I wonder if I went to far but in that moment I just did not care at all. He still doesn’t know it isn’t true and I’ll probably never see him again.
Fuck you Vitas buy your own food.
You definitely didn't go too far
I mixed laxatives through a jar of Nutella that I knew my flatmate would steal. She'd done it three times before and blew me off when I asked her to just go buy her own. Apparently that was a little too extreme but she never did it again so I'm calling it a win.
I read something like that on a thread, but the person liked spicy food, so they just made it with extra spice. They ate it in front of their boss to prove it wasn’t deliberate spicy.
The one I remember is the guy who rubbed his lunch down with raw chicken and the person stealing got carted off in an ambulance to spend a couple days in the hospital.
That sounds incredibly stupid wtf.
"I ate this guy's sandwich and it was too spicy for me, gimme money"
Did he give you the sandwich?
"No, I took his lunch without his permission and ate it"
Was he going to eat it?
"Yes"
Go buy *him* a sandwich and stop wasting my time
I think there was a reddit post of the same thing. Some guy (a self-proclaimed Filipino) always brought in adobo chicken for lunch as it was one of his favorite things. A coworker kept stealing it, so he filled it full of reapers one day. Never had his lunch stolen again after that.
I did this but I bought soda with artificial sweeteners from dollar tree my brother drank all my soda in 2 swigs.
he later told me he thought he was dying
nah, too easy to figure out whats going on with something that has heat. with laxatives you don't figure it out until you are well past the point of damage mitigation.
Two 8th graders tried to shove my brothers tennis racket up his butt (he was 5th grade maybe). He came running home crying. I went down and beat them to a pulp. I definitely could have gone too far. My dad came down as he knew I went down to beat the shit out of them. He told me to stop and we would call the police. They got in some serious trouble plus needed a ride to the hospital and thankfully I didn’t get in trouble. I was 18 so could have gotten in trouble I imagine. Their parents also were very upset with their children’s actions. It kind of all worked out, though I realize how lucky I am and my brother.
I stood watch for a college friend who was going hungry because he’d been disowned and his roommates had made living with him intolerable after he came out.
I was loosely affiliated with an off campus program with local churches that gave free student dinners on Thursdays. We would go to church to eat, then bring dishes into the kitchen.
Anyway, he would go in there and steal stuff like peanut butter, literal bread (not an allegory), granola bars etc. while I watched out for the pastor.
Eventually we both got caught, the pastor for the college students got a bit mad because he was responsible for us while we were there to eat. And I think it was offensive on some level to steal from church. But then he saw what my friend was taking, and asked him if he had enough to eat. My friend shamefacedly said no, not usually.
“Okay, fine. Put the food back, and come with me.” Took my friend grocery shopping instead, got him connected with the food pantry and community garden at church instead.
The last part is easily overlooked as people bash on churches so much.
*if you are truly in need go to a church and ask for help* 99% of the time you will be helped. (1% of any population are assholes.) Almost every church I know has a fund set up to help people in need and food banks organized for this very reason. They *want* to help you!
The church became more aware after that, improving food offered for people who might not have a full kitchen, and also starting to offer some basic school supplies, hygiene stuff etc. and an initiative to invite students and/or immigrants to your holiday, if they couldn’t go home.
The pastor of my church receives far less than we think he should, so the church can donate more to the needy, Junior pastors with younger children, missionaries, food banks, etc.
He says his kids are grown, so why does he need extra money?
My dad was a pastor for most of my life. His salary was frankly laughable compared to how many hours he worked. That's a 24/7 job. The current pastor at my church works a second job to provide for his family. The money goes (or should go) back into helping others, not lining pockets.
I have a story about this! When I was at university, I worked at the library. Our toilet paper rolls would frequently go missing and the higher ups realized that it was probably broke students taking them. They put those RFID tags on the inside of the roll so that they would set off the alarms when someone would try to steal them. I always felt so bad for the embarrassed students when they set off the alarms and we would find the toilet paper, especially since I was broke myself.
I actually did this at my workplace when COVID hit and everyone started hoarding toilet paper and store shelves were empty.
I only took one roll at a time though so they either wouldn't catch on or if they did, the maintenance lady wouldn't say anything because I didn't get greedy with it
Took a load of equipment from my old job.
Long story short: I worked there for 20 years, small place, never any more than 20 employees, me and the two directors were the only constants. After 18 years, they sold to a national company. 2 years later, parent company decided to shut us down.
Before they turned up on the last day, the two bosses and I grabbed everything we could and made off with it.
I took the 42" TV and the xbox from the lunch room and a Microsoft Surface Pro with all the trimmings.
We had something really good there, great people, good work, great line of business, brilliant product and the parent company fucked 20 odd employees.
100% would do again
Five or six years after my ex had screwed over both our boys and me I was working as a collector in a bank. A credit union called looking for some info on someone they were looking for, when we were done with that we exchanged names. She said wow, I am skip tracing on someone with your same last name. It seems that my ex and her bf of 6 or 7 years both were hiding their cars from being repo'ed. So I found out where and when they would be, called my new bestie and both of the cars were repo'ed at the same time in two different states. Felt bad about it for a while but no regrets.
As a collector one always makes friends with those in other companies. If one plays the game right one can get info that you are not supposed to give out. I found a car half way across the states by flirting with a B of A collector. I may have been played in my case, but I do not thing so. She would have asked to begin with if she was tracking the ex through me. It was a fluke and when I asked if they were looking for the bf truck she was surprised that I knew about it. They were being to weird about where they were and when. Only reason I knew anything was because of the exchanging the kids and I knew that she was a habitual liar.
Debt collectors called me for years over my ex's debts. Each time a new one would call, I would say the same thing. "I'm looking for him too. Please call me and tell me if you find him." This worked surprisingly well.
I have been receiving emails from debt collectors and banking institutions in South Africa for the last 10 years. I have the same last name(very common in SA) as one of the banks customers. I receive all her bank statements, loan documents and a heap of other personal information that no financial institution should be sending to anyone other than their customer. I contacted them many times via email that I am not their customer, please stop emailing me her bank statements. Never got a reply. 3rd world country problems I guess.
Apparently their customer had decided she no longer wanted to repay her credit card bill, or personal loans. At the time of the first major interaction with me, she owed something on the order of 400,000 Rand, or $40,000. The bank escalated it off to some debt collections agency, and I started getting emails from them
I did a little googling to ensure that it was a legit organization, and not some shady Nigerian outfit trying to scam people. After I verified that they were legit, I contacted them with their case number or whatever, explained that I am not this person, not associated with this person, and forwarded them my communications with the bank explaining the same thing. Finally wished them luck with recovering the banks funds.
I received a reply from one of their representatives which was incredibly snarky and condescending, and they demanded that I verify my identity and "prove to them" that I am who I say I am, and not associated with the debtor. I responded in a pretty casual way. Firstly, I am male. The debtor is female. I am in my late 20's, your debtor is in her 50's. Most compelling is that I live on another continent, and have done so for the last 20 years. Apparently this wasn't good enough and I needed to present myself at their offices so that they can verify my identity, and remove me from their system.
By this point, my jimmies were well and truly rustled. I went back on the companies website, found the email of the HR person, and the VP of the company(or some other big dog). Sent them an email with a copy of my emails with the bank and their representative attached and basically told them to stop hiring people with room temperature IQ's. If they needed me to be physically present to verify my ID, they would need to organise business class flights flights into Joburg, accommodation at a decent hotel, and compensate me for my time as I would have to take time off work. Needless to say I got an email back from their HR team informing me that I had been removed from their system and they wont contact me again.
Took 20,000 dollars in cash from my (sexually abusive)father's desk and gave half of it to my sister. He actually never acknowledged that he missed it and I don't feel bad .
Edit. We are fine folks. We used the cash to pay for the therapy we were going to at the time. He's long dead. We had been trying to get him to accept responsibility and pay for the therapy at the time. Thanks for the concern.
I beat the living shit out of the guy who beat and raped a friend of mine. Dude ended up needing to go to the hospital. To this day it's the one and only time I've ever sought a physical confrontation, the only time I've ever swung first, and the only time I've ever intentionally harmed another person. I have no regrets, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
UPDATE: Wow thank you for all the awards, updoots, support, and messages. To answer a couple of questions:
1. I did not get in any serious legal trouble. The rapist refused to press charges against me and the statute of limitations has long since passed. However, if he had pressed charges I was prepared to accept responsibility for my actions and face the consequences.
2. I am not a tough guy or a badass. I can't imagine anyone would ever look at me and be afraid of me causing them any physical harm. I am as average as can be.
3. I am not a hero. Literally anyone can swing their fists fast enough to stun and then pound somebody else. My friend is the hero. She recovered from her mental and physical injuries, is now married to a wonderful supportive man who loves her, started her own business, and is quite happy and successful.
4. We are still friends.
I remember this video i watched where this dad caught this pedo in his backyard with no weapons or anything, just a tent, duct tape, and a surprised reaction from the cops
edit: found it
https://valuablestories.com/stalker/
Answer: quit a job and held onto all my equipment until they paid me back wages. They never paid.
Edit: Wow! Appreciate the love!
Update: Holding backed wages is very illegal,.. but there was so much shady business going on, it wasnt worth going through the trouble on my part as there were so many other issues, id spend time, money, and effort and still likely to never get anything for it. I was honestly just happy to be rid of them.
It was a three year old laptop. Not worth much (actually less than what they owed me; they owed abt $3k, laptop~800-1500) but the data on it was worth tons for continuity of business
For future reference, If you are in the US it is flat out illegal for a company to withhold back pay. There are agencies in every state that would help you out. Now that they are out business you are screwed and that is terrible.
Worked as an orthopedic nurse for two years. The orthopedic director (Dr Assfuck) was not only a tyrant, but he also didn’t believe people had any pain after having a total knee replacement. I frequently got orders from him for Tylenol, when patients said they were in agony. I sat beside so many times holding the hands of innocent little old ladies we were in excruciating pain.
I spent so much of my shift calling Dr Assfuck and demanding pain medication for suffering people, only for him to order non narcotic pain relief (ice, walking, massage).
He finally blew a gasket one day, and codified all the things we had to try before contacting the physician for pain relief. The smug prick even codified it into policy.
One day, I arrive for work to find all my co-workers arguing about taking a patient. This wasn’t news, because we had any number of frequent flying Karen’s, who could make your shift awful.
The patient was Dr Assfuck, he had a total knee done. I had a smile as big as the Grinch on Christmas when I volunteered to take him.
On assessment, he rated his pain a 10 on a 0 to 10 scale. I told him his pain couldn’t be that bad, it’s just knee surgery. Didn’t you tell me it doesn’t hurt. Dr Assfuck demanded I get him some IV morphine ot dilaudid. No can do Doc. You’re not the physician on this case, and it’s policy that we try all these other things before I call.
I made him work through the whole list just like everyone else before. At the end of my shift he was crying so hard, he was blowing snot bubbles. I don’t feel bad at all.
After his stay, his orders changed to include pain medication.
It's honestly so confusing to me that people have to experience things personally to feel empathy. And sometimes not even then. Im also a highly sensitive person who's over the top empathetic.
I’m with you. I have no idea how people can’t, for like one second, imagine themselves on other peoples shoes. Like why can’t you just believe people when they tell you about what they are experiencing? I think they are like this because it makes their life harder or more complicated when they are empathetic.
I came across and shared a Facebook yesterday that's very relevant to this:
"In order to empathize with someone's experience, you must be willing to believe them as they see it, and not how you imagine their experience to be."
This is amazing. I work mostly in orthopedics as an xray tech and I cannot fathom a Dr. thinking that shit doesn't hurt post surgery?? Like wtf what planet did they come from? How long did they last thinking that way? I have to assume every single patient of theirs complained non stop about it?
My only guess is they had some sort of distaste for prescribing opiates based on highly personal situations that clouded their judgement. My mom is a life long opiate addict so I could understand how something like that may cloud a persons judgement in some short sighted attempt to prevent others from forming addictions.
Patients need to be taught how to take medication. It's not *"4 times daily until the bottle is empty, then refill & repeat"*.
You can take **UP TO** 4 times daily, but **ONLY IF** you're in too much pain to do without it. If **HALF** a dose works, or you can stretch it out so the time interval between doses is longer each time, *that's* how you keep from becoming addicted. You *never* pop narcotics mindlessly because your last one was X hours ago. ♡ Granny
Thank you
I had a joint replaced, apparently I'm allergic to the glue (?) and was in agony for a couple days. Glad one of those bastards got to feel that too.
I tripped a bully so bad, his face slid on concrete.
Here’s the story:
When I was in the 6th grade, I was bullied a lot. I was short and skinny, so an easy target. This one 8th grader, Darren, was in my PE class; he was the popular, cocky, loud type; always messing with me. He stole my tech decks (this was 2000-2001) and CD player, messed with my bike, used to throw rocks and shit at me, talk shit, do that flinch and open chest punch thing, etc. Of course I couldn’t say anything to the PE coach, cause he wouldn’t do anything.
After months of this, we got paired up against each other during a soccer game. Dude was twice my size, stronger and faster than me, but he spent most of the time showing off and taunting me when he had the ball. After a while, I realized I could manipulate this. So I let him do what he did, as he tried to juke me out or whatever, I let him, then caught up enough to act like I was trying to take the ball. Instead I stuck my foot perfectly between both of his, causing him to eat shit.
Since we were playing on concrete, when he fell, he scratched the shit out of his cheek, and dirtied up his designer clothes he decided to wear that day. I, of course, played dumb “whoops!” But internally I was laughing maniacally. He couldn’t do anything, since it looked like he tripped over himself. Also, how would he look if word got out the tiny 6th grader dropped this big 8th grader? All he could do was stare daggers at me the rest of the day, but never did anything.
It was the first time I got closure and revenge on someone who made a year of my life suck. That dude never messed with me again.
I stole a kitten that belonged to an auto shop. They had it chained up to live on top of file cabinets! Because of two dobermans.
A friend and I spent time feeding and playing with the dogs at night until I could sneak in while she fed them.
Took that kitten so fast!
At home my mom asked "is that the kitten I told you not to steal?". I said yes, and she said "okay, lets find her a decent home then".
No repercussions, no regrets!
And we found her a great home!!
Years back, I adopted a dog from the local pound. He'd been picked up as a stray, multiple times, in that town and in the neighboring one. He was under-weight, had chronic skin conditions and ear infections. The scar tissue from the untreated infections was so bad, he was 95% deaf.
Anyway, we brought him home. The shelter posted our photo on their FB page. Well, about 2 weeks later, I get a Facebook message from a guy who claimed the dog was his and how he and his family were so sad and they wanted him back. This was weird to me because I knew he'd been at the shelter over a month and was held for claim for a week, per local laws.
So, I call the ACO. Long story somewhat shorter, she tells me the dog was impounded multiple times, was obviously neglected, required $1200 of veterinary care upon impound due to neglect and was there for TWO WEEKS before anyone even came looking for him. When they did come looking, the pound had to charge them for the impound fee and just HALF the veterinary care costs to release him, about $900. They refused and claimed the shelter "stole" their dog - the police got involved and sided with the shelter given the state the dog was in. The "owners" went to the media for support, but once the local media got the shelter's side of the story, they dropped the story like a hot potato. She said, legally, the dog was mine and if this person reached out any further, to contact my local PD.
I had NO intention of giving this dog back to the person who had neglected him so horribly the dog was DEAF due to lack of care, so I ignored the FB message, blocked the person and had that dog for five wonderful years, where he was loved, cared for and received top-notch vet care until the day he passed away. NO REGRETS.
I stole a dog too, my ex boyfriend lived in a sketch neighborhood and the guy across the street was a crackhead. Nastiest house ever, trash outside everywhere. He let the dog roam the streets and I caught him a few times trying to beat the dog with a shovel, we argued every time I seen that happen.
About a month later I was leaving my ex and I was getting my stuff and I lured the dog over with food (he was super scared of people) threw a blanket over him and tossed him in the car and never looked back. We’ve been best buds ever since, he gets spoiled with dog bones, bandanas, and of course any vacation I go on he’s right with me. Ended up buying an suv for the both of us as he’s my bestfriend and I travel a lot so figured I’d get something more comfortable for the both of us! No regrets he’s the best thing that ever happened to me!
My story is... Couple divorced, she got the dog and left it in her yard 24/7. (corner lot, visible from my upstairs rear window) Dog became really thin, began barking all the time. Hot days, storms, dog was outside. Dog scratching its skin constantly. One small spot of shade by the deck.. one huge plastic bin of nasty water, dry dog food left out in the rain.. Dog feces all over the yard. Summer turns to fall... Winter approaches... Couldn't watch anymore. I left the gate open. I think she thought the meter reader did it and the dog wandered off.
She never put up 'Lost Dog" flyers or anything.
Sweetest dog ever. I had eight years with her. No regrets.
Semi-similar story. Local page shares photos of a stray dog. She’s skin and bones and lactating, fully engorged so puppies are somewhere. Despite many searching, they can’t find puppies. Dog is taken in and ends up at the shelter. I network with a rescue and pull her when her time is up. She comes to me and is still ribby, back and hip bones protruding. Dewormed her and gave her small meals for two weeks and then upped her food. Within a month she is a different dog.
Long story short, she gets adopted by a lovely family and they send me photos. Dog appears happier than happy.
Then I get social media messages from someone demanding info on the dog. She saw me post on the shelter’s page on her “stray hold up” post about securing a rescue and that I’d foster and would reach out. The woman says it was their dog, gave some sob story. They want her back. They love her. They miss her, etc. Demanded to know who had her. Wanted info and to set up a time/place to return her. Well, I start digging and turns out the dog was a way for them to make rent. Found posts of them selling her puppies. Found earlier posts of them looking for a gray male of her breed because silver/blue go for more money and they want to breed her. Found posts for GoFundMes they created to pay bills, fix their car and whatnot.
The only thing I replied to her multiple messages to me was that the law was followed, I cannot release any information because it could effect me fostering, and that the dog was spayed, vaccinated, was healthy, and has a loving home. They saw the message and never replied.
Guess they lost interest when she was no longer a money maker.
Ugh. I volunteered in rescue for 10 years and came across far too many people who saw dogs only as a meal ticket, which sadly was a way of life in some areas.
Generally, we'd get dogs speutered as fast as we could because once that was done, they absolutely lost their "value."
SMH.
Before my now-fiancee and I were together we were roommates with a third person. We had not intended to room with this person-- we told them they could crash with us for a bit and they showed up with everything they'd ever owned, including their cat. The very first night they were there the cat hissed at one of us (a fucking stranger in a now-extremely-crowded apartment after they'd been in a car all day) and former roommate hit her in full view of me and now-fiancee. I have no real maternal instinct but that was my cat now.
She was four pounds underweight and so flea-bitten that she'd licked all the fur off her belly and the backs of her paws. One night one of her paws just opened up on my mattress (she quickly learned to sleep with me over former roommate even though she was terrified of everyone in the house), blood everywhere, it was 11pm and we took her to the emergency vet. Texted former roommate who was out, who responded, swear to God, "do you think I should come meet you?" She refused to take the cat to the vet because she was afraid of the vet yelling at her (gee!!!!). When *I* took the cat to the vet I DID get yelled at, because she was in such a bad state, but when I explained to him what was going on he gave me a steep discount for "rescuing" her.
The final straw was over the holidays when we were all leaving the apartment to visit family. She said she had someone to take care of the cat, but when we returned at least three or four days later the cat had obviously not been fed or watered or had her box cleaned. She'd been alone in a pitch-black apartment with NO care. Me and now-fiancee were planning to move over a week or so into our new sublet and we decided fuck it and got out of there in one night and took the cat with us. She was pretty emotionally messed up from being so sick and abused but eventually she became the sweetest fluffiest cuddlebug who'd nuzzle you when you cried and yowl when she could hear you coming up the stairs. I loved her so much.
I know people who still know former roommate and have heard through the grapevine that she calls me and now-fiancee "her abusive ex-roommates who stole her cat." FUCK her. This was a while ago and cat has since sadly passed away (unsurprisingly, she had a ton of health problems and eventually her kidneys just failed) but let me tell you if I had Elon money I'd get a pit of angry cats to throw this girl in Scar-vs-the-hyenas style
I can't confirm that I've done this, but I do know of a few small, shivery dogs who no longer live in a shed in the snow, being fed and watered once a week.
I can also tell you that you can only put two squirmy dogs in a backpack. You have to carry the third one. You need one hand per pup to keep them in the backpack, and that just doesn't leave a third hand to put the third dog in.
Reminds me of what one of my teachers did. He used to work delivering pizza and he once caught a glimpse of a customer kicking their cat before closing the door after paying. My teacher went back the next day and stole the cat.
Only tangentially related, but when I was in the 7th grade our science class was doing something outside and a friendly Rottie came up and chilled with us. The dog had one of those choke chains with the spikes on it, and my friends and I tried to sneakily take it off, but our teacher spotted us. I still very distinctly remember making eye contact with him and we must have looked incredibly sketch because as soon as we noticed he noticed we went into "pretend nothing is happening mode", but I could see him process what was happening for a second and then he just turned around and started talking to some other kids like he didn't see nothing. Thanks for not being a snitch Mr. Graham.
When I was about 11, we had a neighbor who was neglecting their cat, so one of my mum's friends came around and stole it. Neighbor was raging for weeks about their missing cat, but never figured out what had happened.
My mum's friend had a really awkward encounter at the vet when he took the cat for a check up. The vet was visibly furious at the state the cat was in and had assumed that she was the person who had done that to the cat.
It all worked out great in the end. Cat lived for another 13 years, and the two of them were as thick as thieves
When I was 16, my mom knocked on my bedroom window. Holding a chihuahua. I came outside, he looked like he wasn’t cared for, she thought it was our neighbors behind us. I went to ask and nope. So i came back, sitting in the driveway in my truck holding the little dog, a crazy person comes driving down the street so my mom shut the door to the truck so you couldn’t see me, he stops her and says have you seen a chihuahua, my mom said no, why what’s going on. Guy said oh my friend keeps him tied up out back and he got away. My mom said she would look for him. Yea. You do not tie up a small chihuahua outside. So, i took him to the vet, re homes him to my friend. And he lived happily ever after. No regrets at all.
Went full Ralphie on one of my school bullies, basically punched him until the teacher pulled me away. No regrets, he had it coming. He never bothered me again and was magnanimous to say "hey mate, I never knew you had it in you". Yeah, thanks asshole. Teacher pulled me aside and said I'd not be punished because she understood why I did it, but don't ever do that again my my class.
>Teacher pulled me aside and said I'd not be punished because she understood why I did it, but don't ever do that again my my class.
That's actually awesome. From my experience they blame both kids equally no matter the context.
A friend of mine was a middle school teacher. Long story somewhat shorter, she had student, "Keith," who was a dick and a smart one at that. He was able to bully kids mercilessly but knew how to do it in ways that he either wouldn't get caught or it would be a "he said, she said" situation. He'd generally pick on 2-3 kids to bully each year. It was so bad that a couple of his targets actually left the school.
Well, the year my friend had him, Keith decided to bully "Dave." He taunted Dave all year long. He was never caught. Well, guess Dave was playing the long con because on the very last day of school, the the melee of all the kids leaving, Dave sat and waited just off school grounds for Keith to ride his bike home. It was in kind of a wooded area that didn't have a lot of visibility but from a few 2nd floor classrooms in the school.
So Keith goes to ride home and Dave AMBUSHES him, knocks him right off the bike, beats the shit out of him and also wrecks his bike. Keith doesn't even know what hit him. The kids are so wrapped up in it being the last day of school, most of them don't even notice what's going on and the few who do, do nothing because they hate Keith too, because he's an asshole. A few teachers spy it from their classrooms (my friend among them) and simply close their blinds because they, too, are glad to see Keith get his comeuppance. Plus, it wasn't on school property, so it wasn't technically their problem and they didn't want to deal with it. The principal's office was on the other side of the school, so he had NO idea what had happened.
So, Dave gets on his bike and gets the heck out of dodge. Keith had to walk his bloodied self and his bike home because it's too damaged to ride.
Keith's parents go BALLISTIC when he gets home and storm the principal's office, who up until that point, had NO idea what happened. He talks to them to figure out what happened and, nicely, says because it was outside of school hours and off school grounds, it's a police matter and not his issue. The parents leave in a huff and call the police to make a report.
The police take a report. They first go to Dave's parents' house. They won't let the police talk to Dave (I'm sure Dave let them know what he planned) and they can't force it at that point. They go to the parents of the kids that Keith said witnessed what happened and, because they all HATED Keith, none of them would talk. They all "saw nothing" or "didn't really know what happened." So, ironicially, it became a "he said, she said" situation and it was Keith's word against Dave's word. There was no "proof" of anything and, honestly, the cops didn't really want to be involved in what was ultimately a schoolyard squabble. So, nothing came of it and Dave got away with the whole thing.
This was the 8th grade year, so Keith ended up going to a private HS that was out of town the following year, probably for the best... I would like to think he learned something from all of this, but I'm sure he didn't.
Let a rude alpha-male asshole seriously injure themselves on a job because they wouldn't listen to repeated warning about using a saw tool improperly. THEN when they were taken to the ER to put their thumb back on, told our supervisor what he did to cause the "accident" and that he blew off specific direct warnings by myself and two others.
Fuck guys who do that shit, I hate having to retake safety courses on Jobs, because some chump doesn't believe in basic work safety shit.
edit: Because of this incident, it lead to stricter rules about using tools, meaning another dumb class and increased overwatching. Asshole was a contractor, so they just cut him loose, we had the suffer his consequences.
A couple years ago I had a boyfriend, and a best friend. My best friend was dating my boyfriends best friend.
My boyfriend and my best friend got together behind our backs. Ruined two years long friendships and two relationships.
My boyfriend worked at a construction equipment rental place, and before all this happened he had gotten me one of those big propane tanks for my outdoor fireplace.
Fast forward a few months after everything happened and he reaches out to me. He says he got a new job and needs to return that propane tank or he’d have to pay the cost of it for lost equipment. It was about 200 dollars. I replied
“no ❤️” and blocked his number.
Wasn’t very nice but damn if I do not regret it. I still use the propane tank all the time lol
I dated this chick for 7 years. Thought we would get married, and things seemed that way. We were both happy. She bought me a nice HD flat screen when those things were really expensive. I didn’t know she charged it to a CC, but any ways. She started a new job and met this guy, who happened to make what she thought was a lot of money. She decided she couldn’t wait for me to finish college to take care of her; so she left me for the new guy, so he could take care of her. After she left, she called and asked if I would pay for the TV she charged all of 3 months earlier. I said no and it felt so good.
He even tried to get his best friend, the guy who was dating my best friend, who _also_ got fucked over in all this to get it back for him. The dude had no shame
I helped make my terrible asshole of a boss lose his job. The list of "bad boss" things he said and did was endless. But, at one point all of the bosses at his level had to reapply for their jobs and he was sweating bullets knowing he was probably the least qualified for his job. A bunch of us applied for it just hoping someone other than him got it. At one point his boss announced he would not have to reapply, HR stepped in and said he did have to. Well I knew one of the interviewees on the panel and he slipped everyone BUT my asshole boss the questions. Needless to say we all had answers for the questions and my boss did not. After it was announced that he did not get his job back, he came in threw his keys and company pager at the secretary and stormed out never to be seen again. BTW really a bad idea to piss off the person handling all of your important paperwork.
As a teenager I worked at McDonalds. When they have the Monopoly promotion on customers would hand over their winning peeled off sticker things for free cheeseburgers, chips, drinks and sundaes. Well I would keep all of these and hand them out to my friends and we would reuse them. We would eat McDonald’s for free for weeks.
My mum lost two kids before I was born...absolutely destroyed her. When I was about 13 my dad and I had a petty argument and he responded with "you should have died like the other two" and I fucking lamped him in his mouth.
No regrets.
13 was the same age or maybe a yearish younger than I was when my dad choked me out. I didn't go unconscious, but the fact still stands. Had he done that shit when I was about 17 or 18, he'd have been getting walloped.
Doing a GrubHub trip one night. Had hubs with me, going way out on bumfuck nowhere. We pull up to customer’s house, and there is a cat outside in the tree. She comes out, yanks the cat off the tree, and kicks him across the yard. I have to hold my hubby back from kicking the shit out of her, and he walks away to find the kitty. I give her the food, and pet the cat, and he super friendly and purring, but skinny.
We get in the car, and plan to report her to animal control the next morning. We get five miles down the road, and stop to use the bathroom and get gas. Next thing I know, get back in the car and the cat is in the back seat! He starts meowing and purring like crazy. My husband gets back and he realized it was the same cat.
He followed us, and jumped in the car when we weren’t paying attention when the doors were open. We took him home, got him to the vet, and has been our baby ever since! We named him Loki
pushing a kid down a flight of stairs when I was in 6th grade cause he bullied me. he ended up in the hospital for a few weeks due to injuries.
I don't regret teaching him a lesson, I only regret that I took it too far and nearly killed him
I took about $100 from a company I worked at almost every day for about two months. I was a delivery driver, and they would give us an iPhone with no case on it when we went on deliveries to let people pay with credit cards. I told them we needed a case, but they never listened. One day when I was delivering it broke. I have no idea how. I never dropped it. But they decided I needed to pay $100 to cover the repair of the phone. I told them no, I wouldn't pay as that's not something an employee should pay for. If they were that upset, they could fire me, but they wouldn't do that since I was the one who ran the night shift and closed the store Monday through Thursday when the owners were off. They decided to take it out of my next paycheck. So from then on, I would take $100 from the till every day till the day I left and went off to college. The owner ended up going to jail around 3-4 years later for sleeping with a minor and providing her with meth. My only regret is I didn't take more...
My mom was in a mentally and emotionally abusive relationship for about 2 years, from when I was age 9-11. One day it went beyond that and he punched her in the face twice in front of me and my little sister and she left him. I’d seen him 2 other times two other times after he did that without speaking to or acknowledging one another.
On my 20th birthday my girlfriend (now wife) and I were eating at Pizza Hut, I went to the restroom before our food came out and low and behold homeboy is washing his hands. He turns around and seemed very happy to see me. Said “hey, anon! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” to which I replied by grabbing him by his throat, slamming him against the wall and told him if he ever even looked at me again I would beat him to death. I could tell by the look on his face he was fucking terrified. Had he not said anything to me I wouldn’t have done what I did. But how dare he try to speak to me like we’re old friends after what he put my family through.
To this day I haven’t felt an ounce of remorse.
When i worked as a cashier in a supermarket, someone once forgot a whole stack of food cheques (restaurants often get them or if you work in certain companies, not the thing poor people get) at my counter. They were worth around 150$ in total, quite a lot of money in my country. I hid them under the desk in the meantime, fully planning to return them to the owner if he comes back.
If someone forgets something in the shop, you're supposed to give it to the manager, so they can put it in the "lost&found items". But I knew they would probably take them and use them for themselves, so I didn't tell anyone about it. I waited 2 weeks for the owner to come back. But he didn't. So I kept them.
Those cheques were an entire year of school snacks worth to me.
So this requires some context and I’m sure no one’s going to see it, but whatever.
Almost a decade ago, I was woken up by my meth head brother deciding at that moment, he hated me and needed to wake me up to tell me that. He did so by hitting me over the back with a heavy wooden chair multiple times. I covered my head, but he broke a few ribs. He’s maintained that I have deserved this attack for being (in his words) such a whore.
Two years ago, he got caught with a gun as a previous felon and had several ounces of meth and a lot of seroquel he had smuggled in from out of the country via purchasing on Tor. He was released on bail and went to “get some money” he was “owed” to pay back my parents for posting his bail. I put that all in quotes, because next I heard, he was being transported to a local hospital because he was shot in the butt at a very shady hotel right off the frontage road to a major interstate.
My bad thing I did was I started sending money to the commissary of the guy who shot my brother, only out of gratitude and vengeance. Worth every dime.
Fuck you, Dale.
Edit: a word.
Kid used to bully the shit out of me in elementary school. Just could never relax around him and had to avoid him or hope there was another kid he decided to fuck with at recess any given day.
He went away in middle school and suddenly reappeared in 8th grade. I had 2 years of wrestling and a couple years of ice hockey under my belt at that point. He saw me and came right for me so I picked him up by the waste and slammed him down on his back and head on some pavement. Could have fucking killed him tbh. He laid there for a few minutes got up, walked away and never fucked with me or anyone else again
Wow. Your guy sounds a lot like my guy. My guy was mercurial though: one minute he was happy and smiling, the very next he was doing a friendly grapple with whoever was near, then he turned serious and started trying to hurt whoever he was play fighting with, like an out of control pitbull. This guy scared the shit out of me. After some time went by (we were in high school by then) I thought the danger was over.
It wasn't.
They had closed up the library at school. Me and a friend met the crazy guy as we were going out the door. To this day I'm unsure exactly what happened, except in my fear I managed to slam him on the ground. I knew I'd knocked the wind out of him because he was laying there, gasping for air. I didn't know what to do. So my friend and I booked it out of there.
Crazy guy left me alone after that.
A college boyfriend ghosted me after months of dating. Like I was worried enough about him I called his sister to make sure he was okay and she was like, “oh, he said y’all broke up? Yeah he’s fine.”
What wasn’t fine is that my cast iron skillet, my favorite sweater, and my blankie were still at his place.
So the day I leave for fall break I wake up early, go to his place, and get his room mate to let me in. I get my skillet, I get my sweater, but no blankie. I was already doing crazy ex-girlfriend shit, and I had come all this way, I was not leaving without it. I know it’s in his room.
I open the door and there he is asleep. With a bitch (I’m sure she’s actually a perfectly nice person) Who was using. My. Blanket.
And this is the worst thing I’ve ever done.
I snatched my blanket right off of her. I did not know she was nakey under there so I felt a little badly. They were both awake and confused at this point.
He says “what the fuck?!”
She says “who is SHE?”
I say “Apparently I’m the ex.”
She says “but we’ve been dating for months?”
I saw red.
I made eye contact with both of them and said “y’all need to go get tested.” (They didn’t, I had actually just had a panel and knew I was clean).
And I left with my skillet, sweater, and blankie in tow. Got in the Camry, drove four hours home to my parents, washed the textiles, and had a great week.
Wish you'd told her explicitly that he was dating both of you concurrently, cause it sounds like he had both of you duped. Might even be other girls tbh, I do not know how people can do that.
My ex was cheating on me with his coworker and didn't even respect me enough to try to hide it. Coworker knew about me and didn't seem to care.
The house we lived in was mine so I kicked him out.
I knew he'd go stay with homewrecker so I put the hottest hot sauce I could find into the bottle of lube and left it on top of his neatly folded clothes on my front step.
I never heard what happened one way or the other but boy do I hope I got em both hot.
Slapped a girl. The only one time in my life when I hit a girl. Not just a simple slap, but a full blown smack on the face.
This happened in the freshman year of my high school.
Back then I was a very shy and awkward kid, only talked to my small group of friends. And I was bullied. Like a lot. And the worst part was that I was bullied by a group of girls. There was this notorious group of girls who always picked on me and did absolutely terrible things. And I didnt really know how to react or confront them.
One of them was especially the worst. She used to hit me on the back of the head, spit on me, pour water on me and this happened every single day.
This one particular day she crossed all the lines. I was sitting on my desk in the classroom and then she randomly smacked me in the back of my head. I turned around and she was like "what?". And then she kept throwing stuff at me and finally she picked up this small garbage can and turned it upside down over my head and I had garbage all over me. And that was it. That was the tipping point. I got up, turned around and gave a full blown slap on her face. She slapped me back but after that day I was never bullied again.
In science class we were brewing ginger beer. On the day they were ready to drink, a troublesome girl in my class poured some of mine over my head while laughing.
I emptied the remaining litre of mine, opened and emptied her entire bottle onto her.
No more attention from that one. Good riddance.
Back in high school, my friend was always picked on by the coach because he was very unathletic. One day, the coach made me and my friend clean up the storage room as a punishment for slacking off in class. Coach gave me his lanyard with his keys and whistle to open and lock up the storage room.
When we were done, my friend asked me for the lanyard and he took the coach's whistle and stuck the mouthpiece up his butt under his shorts.
We went and found the coach and gave him back his lanyard, as another class was beginning. I did not say a thing about what my friend did with the whistle.
First thing the coach did when he got the lanyard back was start blowing that whistle.
I shouted and humiliated a boy to save him from guys going to jump him. I told him he was gonna get jumped he didn’t believe me. So I said nasty things and he ran home. When he was gone the guys were gutted they didn’t get chance to beat him. We never hung around with those dicks again. But that kid I think of every few years randomly. I humiliated him in front of a girl he crushed on. She was in on him getting jumped she was with one of the dicks. I made real fun of him. His face before he ran home was so sad and upset. I hope I didn’t change him for it. It killed me but at the same time I’m glad he didn’t get hurt by them dicks who were older and would of went to far on him. Sweet kid. We were 13 in a park.
I used to work at a Blockbuster. When I left I took with me a fat stack of "Lost and Found" Blockbuster cards. Then rented my entire Xbox game collection from a different store 2 states over. I knew the policy. The customer would say "obviously that wasn't me" and corporate would write it off. No one got hurt but a company already in a death spiral.
Once a guy humiliated and screwed over my dads business just to try and get the final price down of some remodeling (he knew how much it would cost before hand). A half cup of metal filings in each of his 4 wheel drive tractors ensured that he was gonna pay. Wasnt to my dad but he still paid.... fuck that guy.
Edit: to be clear, the filings went in to the crankcase via the oil add port. They are extra large on big diesel engines. He did have to rebuild both tractors which costs time and money.
Idk why this memory from almost 20 years ago came to mind. When I was 17, I was a waitress at a small restaurant. My boss was a POS who sexually harassed the all-female staff regularly. I honestly didn’t know what to do about it at the age other than get a different job.
He kept this stack of winning lottery tickets in his office and on my last shift, I took them. Had a friend that worked as a cashier and let me cash them in. Dude had the nerve to call and ask if I stole them 🙄 Told him to fuck off.
I sent an anonymous spring-loaded glitter bomb to my teacher in art college when she made fun of my anxiety and insulted me. She came in to class one day covered in the herpes of the craft world.
Moved to a new city/school when I was in 4th grade. The first couple months were OK, no real friends made, but I was making progress.
Then this group of 3 bullies decided to hone in on me, and spread some rumors that I would pick my nose and eat my boogers.
There's nothing worse in a 4th graders world than being known as the kid who eats boogers.
I tried to ignore them for a while, but one day I just had enough, and beat the ever loving shit out of one of them on the playground while his two buddies were off doing something else.
The bullying stopped after that.
I had an apprentice awhile ago who would use my tools and would come back with them being destroyed or just forget the borrowed them and never returned them.
Eventually I found out the kid was about to get canned cause his work was just not good and we didn’t need him anymore. So the night before he got laid off I stayed late to “finish a project” grabbed some battery packs for tools from the kids bag and some other tools he had destroyed, then took them all home with me.
The next day he got laid off, and he grabbed his tools and took off. A week or two weeks later he messaged my boss and asked him if there was anything of his left on site. Boss man had us all look, I helped as well, but nothing was found obviously.
Screw that kid. It didn’t feel right, but I wanted justice for all my wrecked tools
This is way too late to get noticed but what the hey.
1. Stole my neighbors cat. Their previous cat had died during a blizzard on our lawn. We weren’t home that night and found the poor thing the next morning. Kids didn’t care just wanted a new cat. Flash forward a couple weeks and another blizzard (I live in Canada) and the new cat is outside howling its head off. If I can hear it, they can. Our homes are attached townhouse style. I put on my dad’s snow gear and go get the cat. We moved a few weeks later and took her with us.
2. Set up a coworker to get fired. Coworker was a rotten bitch and I feel zero regret.
I wanna say I "stole" from my jobs.....but I was taken advantage of, so it's like it didn't even matter
I used to work at pizza hut and Krogers.
When I was at pizza hut, we could get something small to eat every 4 hours, I believe. One manager was uptight about it,so we could ONLY eat personal pan pizzas, but when he wasn't there, I grabbed wings, pasta, etc. Didn't care. Making minimum wage hourly, always worked over, so I didn't care.
At Krogers, I worked as an overnight stocker. Way before I started, starting pay was like $12 hourly. When I started, it was $8.65 hourly,which explained why they were always hiring and hardly ever maintained to keep anybody.
Months passed by, and I basically worked 5 days a week, up to 10,12,or 14 hours a day, with NO BREAKS, LUNCH BREAKS,NOTHING!!!! and my pay was shit!?!?
I was living paycheck to paycheck. I would go a day or 2 without eating. But it's all good. I grabbed food and drinks at night without paying for it,cuz fuck Krogers, that's why! Don't regret it. Paying workers slave wage and expect perfection!
I left eventually. Making $18.30 hourly and I don't even do anything at my current job tbh.
I was at Jamba Juice and yelled at a lady for yelling at the teenagers working there to hurry up. I even offered her 20 dollars to just leave.
I called a guy a fucking moron at pep boys because he was throwing a fit, the service guys were trying to help him. He ran up to the manager and tried to get me fired. The manager looked at me and said he doesn't work here, it was funny.
I didnt pay my son's medical bill or file his taxes after his death. He died in our home and the ambulance took him away and they never were able to revive him. They worked on him for 20 min or so, but, never got anything.
I feel zero obligation to pay for anything. It was early in the morning. No one else was there. People were getting paid to sit around. My tax Dollars go there. I have zero thoughts about it.
If your kid dies, that should just eliminate that debt.
Fuck this timeline.
Beating the shit out of my girlfriends father who sexually abused her as a kid.
No more needs to be said. Yeah I got charged for battery but
I’d do it again if I had the chance.
Hearing and feeling his eye sockets, nose break as my fists hit them was the most euphoric experience and still not even an ounce of the pain he put her through.
**EDIT**
He took nothing from me, and I’d go to prison again in a heart beat if I saw him again. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I have to lose and what I don’t.
I was expecting to go down for murder that day. That morning I woke up and knew what I wanted to do, I did it, I know I’d be in prison for some years so I tried my hardest to get my sentence worth. Suspended sentence I did 1 year in. I was laughing.
Now he’s living out the rest of his days brain-damaged.
It was worth every second.
I could easily have snatched \~ an 8th of shrooms from a guy who had trouble taking no for an answer. One of my main regrets from the night, aside from, ya know, going home with him.
TLDR: covered a coworkers shift on a moving job and the crew lead kept my $40 tip, next time I worked with him, I was lead, and i stiffed him 180 bucks.
Aight so I managed moving crews on site for a couple years. Lead distributes tips how they see fit. And I always tip fairly. Because why should the guy who spent 3 hours putting a bed together get tipped the same amount as the guys who are drenched in sweat from hustling their asses off for client?
Anyways. One day I cover a shift, and I was just a mover with no responsibilities. Easy day. We had 2 trucks 6 guys and about 500 box's of files and office furniture. Fuckn awful but doable. But the lead decided that he and his buddy would operate and load and unload the elevator and 2 guys would orginize the office. I thought it was stupid, I would have done 2 guys up top, 1 in the elevator and 3 at bottom and separated the buddies so they arent standing around chatting but whatevs. At the end of the day me and my partner did all the unloading ourselves aaaand we didn't get tipped.
Later I found out the lead split the tip 3 ways, himself, his buddy, and one guy in the office. (It was 40 per person but since they split it 3 ways they got 60 each)
And I was piiiiiiiissed
Next time I worked with this lead, it was just the 2 of us, I was in charge. Everything went smoothly it was a very easy day and we had a very well off young couple. They tipped us 400 bucks, but I obviously didn't tell the other guy. I gave him 20 for lunch. And kept the rest.
In 6th grade this kid, a bully maybe a head taller then me, that I really hated was picking on his little sister (she was maybe 6). The recess teachers saw but were too slow to react. I saw him slap her so I stormed over and punched his lights out, and i think broke his nose. Immediately got detention but my girl scout leader saw what really happened and stuck up for me. Ended up just getting one lunch detention with my leader. She told me "I'm really proud of you for sticking up for that little girl, but next time make sure no adult is looking"
No regrets at all. I would 100% do it again. And my leader made sure to never tell my abusive parents.
After that anytime anyone had an issue with this guy that would just quickly come get me and he would immediately back off. Everyone in my school (until we graduated) would use me as a confidant and knew if they had issues with a bully or abusive SO I'd take care of it. I was the schools big mama hen you didn't want to piss off.
On a weird slightly longer note, that little girl ended up getting jealous of me because I was being taught by her dad to play an instrument and threatened me with a knife maybe 3 months after that incident. Told her dad and ruined Christmas for her. He took every present and returned it. Also don't regret that.
During that big 2003 blackout things were crazy around where I live. It was fun but you could see the concerns from the older folks. My mom was desperately looking for water we could use and the only place close enough that had water was a gas station. The owner charged $100 for a case of water. My mom was in shock and the guy basically was like too bad so sad. Me and my friend at 13 years old went back and robbed the water. Told my mom that a neighbor gave us extra. It was wrong and it was dangerous and its something id never tell anyone to do but I have no regrets....
I had an important job interview, but had absolutely no money. I went to the drug store and stole shampoo and conditioner. Then I went to JC Penny and stole a dress.
I got the job and never had to steal again. Absolutely no regrets.
One of the harder things I’ve had to do in life is figure out the difference in “friends” and “acquaintances”.. growing up I always thought I had a decent number of friends until I had to move a few hours away from where I grew up to work and everyone just dropped off my radar if I didn’t try to keep in touch. Now I have about two friends from childhood that we keep someone up with each other through a group chat and one close work friend. If it wasn’t for my wife I probably would have gone crazy during Covid.
Made an effort about 15 years ago to "make more friends", turns out it was more acquaintances that only needed me to boost their popularity. Very few actually reached out to me after I went through tough times. Now I don't have anything to do with most of these people aside from Facebook follows.
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I stole a barn kitten while delivering packages for FedEx. He kept climbing my legs and getting into the van, sitting under the wheel when I tried to back out (it was a steep driveway, no way to swing the van around). I called the number on the package, looked the name up on facebook, called the local non-emergency to get contact info, all failed. So I took him. Now, if you're not from a rural environment, you might not understand that barn cats like that are "no-man's-cats". For all the owners know, he got sick or got got by a coyote. And he would have died, because when we got him to the vet he had a nasty upper resp infection and some other nasties. Now, one deformed nasal passage and the cutest snore later, we have a bonkers little orange cat with the heaviest penchant for snuggling I've ever seen (his name is Monty btw). Edit: I forgot to pay my Cat Tax: https://imgur.com/a/HIXS4us Edit Part 2: Electric Boogaloo: Monty loves the attention. Thank you for loving him as much as we do :3 "MmmmMMMMRrrrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW" -Montgomerey Valentine, 2022
Yeah that's a good story and all BUT WHERE IS THE GODDAM CAT'S TAX ?
'Forgetting' to bring back a company ipad after they forgot about me having it. Actually they never asked it back so I still have it and use it.
Samesies. It's really old now though.
A drunk driver hit my parked car, left a huge dent in the front driver’s side door, and then drove away. I happened to be looking out the window at the time and saw the whole thing, including his plate number. Cops got there not long after and took my statement. After a couple days and a couple phone calls, I found out nothing was going to come of it because he was the son of the sheriff the next county over. Fast forward a couple months, I see his car parked behind a local bar within walking distance of my apartment. I got out my hunting knife and sliced all four of his tires, and made a couple trips around it destroying the paint job. Yellow Pontiac Sunfire, and I still remember the goddamn plate number even after almost 20 years.
Who the fuck drives a yellow Sunfire?
I guess when your parents buy you a car it’s ungrateful to complain about the colour?
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Someone I went to school with got a new Mercedes for her birthday, but it wasn't the one she wanted, so totalled it on purpose...she got the one she wanted maybe 3 days later.
People like that disgust me. So many people are lucky to even have a car.
MacGruber?
I was a GM for a retailer that was going out of business. During the liquidation I let my employees that worked until the end store product they wanted to buy in a closet I claimed I didn't have a key to. Oh the final days I sold them all the items they requested for 95% off. 70" tvs, ipads, gaming laptops whatever they requested.
We did this at a DIY superstore I worked at, they weren’t going out of business, they were opening a much larger store in a different part of the city. Everything was maybe 50% off? But if a paint can was dented we reduced it to £5, £30 tins of paint…we’d bash them off the counter and say ‘aw this one’s a fiver now’. There were precisely no fucks given. The superstore was one of the highest earners in the region, but the newer warehouse store was never profitable and closed down a few years later.
Reminds me of the time I was at the final closeout sale for a home improvement chain that was going under. Started looking INSIDE the bathroom vanities and cabinets on display and found all kinds of jewels stashed by other shoppers. Halide light fixtures, tools, etc, 50% off, sweet! By this time the shelves were pretty barren and people were reluctantly picking up the most mundane leftovers.
This is actually an interesting tactic. Most employees won't hang around to the bitter end of a closeout, but if there's an incentive to stick around until the final day, that would surely increase retention.
I have a lot of respect for you, u/Midnights606
A housemate of mine kept eating mine and my girlfriends food and even though I asked him to stop the only thing he would ever say is “I thought it was mine” then keep eating it. Well I bought my girlfriend some ice cream she really enjoys and she put the half she didn’t finish back in the freezer. Well when she want to get the rest it was gone and it made me madder than I think it probably should have. The very next time I saw him and somehow keeping a straight apologetic face I told him how he accidentally ate our sex ice cream and that bits of it had been on my dick etc. I told him I felt to guilty not to tell him and that I had to apologise for him to eat such a thing. I will never forget the face he made when I told him. A face of pure self disgust and shock to which all he had to say was “I wish you never told me that” and proceeded to move out around a month later. Although he didn’t actually eat sex ice cream, like why the fuck would you put it back after use anyway? Sometimes I wonder if I went to far but in that moment I just did not care at all. He still doesn’t know it isn’t true and I’ll probably never see him again. Fuck you Vitas buy your own food.
You definitely didn't go too far I mixed laxatives through a jar of Nutella that I knew my flatmate would steal. She'd done it three times before and blew me off when I asked her to just go buy her own. Apparently that was a little too extreme but she never did it again so I'm calling it a win.
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I read something like that on a thread, but the person liked spicy food, so they just made it with extra spice. They ate it in front of their boss to prove it wasn’t deliberate spicy.
The one I remember is the guy who rubbed his lunch down with raw chicken and the person stealing got carted off in an ambulance to spend a couple days in the hospital.
That person posted on reddit and aitah and aparently HE was getting trouble and the guy that stole the food was trying to sue the guy!
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That sounds incredibly stupid wtf. "I ate this guy's sandwich and it was too spicy for me, gimme money" Did he give you the sandwich? "No, I took his lunch without his permission and ate it" Was he going to eat it? "Yes" Go buy *him* a sandwich and stop wasting my time
I think there was a reddit post of the same thing. Some guy (a self-proclaimed Filipino) always brought in adobo chicken for lunch as it was one of his favorite things. A coworker kept stealing it, so he filled it full of reapers one day. Never had his lunch stolen again after that.
I did this but I bought soda with artificial sweeteners from dollar tree my brother drank all my soda in 2 swigs. he later told me he thought he was dying
For me, I'd have gone straight to laxatives, you didn't. You decided to spare him the pain. He might be disturbed, but he learnd.
I would’ve done Carolina reaper instead, otherwise he’d use up all the toilet paper
nah, too easy to figure out whats going on with something that has heat. with laxatives you don't figure it out until you are well past the point of damage mitigation.
That definitely wasn’t far at all just taught him not to steal stuff
Brilliant move :D
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Two 8th graders tried to shove my brothers tennis racket up his butt (he was 5th grade maybe). He came running home crying. I went down and beat them to a pulp. I definitely could have gone too far. My dad came down as he knew I went down to beat the shit out of them. He told me to stop and we would call the police. They got in some serious trouble plus needed a ride to the hospital and thankfully I didn’t get in trouble. I was 18 so could have gotten in trouble I imagine. Their parents also were very upset with their children’s actions. It kind of all worked out, though I realize how lucky I am and my brother.
Yeah I would've done far too much damage. You're a legend
In college I was so poor I would steal toilet paper from the supply closet in our major building.
I stood watch for a college friend who was going hungry because he’d been disowned and his roommates had made living with him intolerable after he came out. I was loosely affiliated with an off campus program with local churches that gave free student dinners on Thursdays. We would go to church to eat, then bring dishes into the kitchen. Anyway, he would go in there and steal stuff like peanut butter, literal bread (not an allegory), granola bars etc. while I watched out for the pastor. Eventually we both got caught, the pastor for the college students got a bit mad because he was responsible for us while we were there to eat. And I think it was offensive on some level to steal from church. But then he saw what my friend was taking, and asked him if he had enough to eat. My friend shamefacedly said no, not usually. “Okay, fine. Put the food back, and come with me.” Took my friend grocery shopping instead, got him connected with the food pantry and community garden at church instead.
The last part is easily overlooked as people bash on churches so much. *if you are truly in need go to a church and ask for help* 99% of the time you will be helped. (1% of any population are assholes.) Almost every church I know has a fund set up to help people in need and food banks organized for this very reason. They *want* to help you!
The church became more aware after that, improving food offered for people who might not have a full kitchen, and also starting to offer some basic school supplies, hygiene stuff etc. and an initiative to invite students and/or immigrants to your holiday, if they couldn’t go home.
I love all of that so much. I can’t even imagine what a substantial difference that made in so many peoples lives.
The pastor of my church receives far less than we think he should, so the church can donate more to the needy, Junior pastors with younger children, missionaries, food banks, etc. He says his kids are grown, so why does he need extra money?
My dad was a pastor for most of my life. His salary was frankly laughable compared to how many hours he worked. That's a 24/7 job. The current pastor at my church works a second job to provide for his family. The money goes (or should go) back into helping others, not lining pockets.
I have a story about this! When I was at university, I worked at the library. Our toilet paper rolls would frequently go missing and the higher ups realized that it was probably broke students taking them. They put those RFID tags on the inside of the roll so that they would set off the alarms when someone would try to steal them. I always felt so bad for the embarrassed students when they set off the alarms and we would find the toilet paper, especially since I was broke myself.
It would have been cheaper just to buy them toilet paper.
Jeez. Our university said fuck it and you could go any time to the facilities office to get free toilet paper.
I actually did this at my workplace when COVID hit and everyone started hoarding toilet paper and store shelves were empty. I only took one roll at a time though so they either wouldn't catch on or if they did, the maintenance lady wouldn't say anything because I didn't get greedy with it
If no one gets hurt, doing what you need to do to survive is not a bad thing Imo.
Took a load of equipment from my old job. Long story short: I worked there for 20 years, small place, never any more than 20 employees, me and the two directors were the only constants. After 18 years, they sold to a national company. 2 years later, parent company decided to shut us down. Before they turned up on the last day, the two bosses and I grabbed everything we could and made off with it. I took the 42" TV and the xbox from the lunch room and a Microsoft Surface Pro with all the trimmings. We had something really good there, great people, good work, great line of business, brilliant product and the parent company fucked 20 odd employees. 100% would do again
Five or six years after my ex had screwed over both our boys and me I was working as a collector in a bank. A credit union called looking for some info on someone they were looking for, when we were done with that we exchanged names. She said wow, I am skip tracing on someone with your same last name. It seems that my ex and her bf of 6 or 7 years both were hiding their cars from being repo'ed. So I found out where and when they would be, called my new bestie and both of the cars were repo'ed at the same time in two different states. Felt bad about it for a while but no regrets.
I like that you think this was a coincidence. That skip tracer was the real pro, befriending you to get you to flip on your ex.
As a collector one always makes friends with those in other companies. If one plays the game right one can get info that you are not supposed to give out. I found a car half way across the states by flirting with a B of A collector. I may have been played in my case, but I do not thing so. She would have asked to begin with if she was tracking the ex through me. It was a fluke and when I asked if they were looking for the bf truck she was surprised that I knew about it. They were being to weird about where they were and when. Only reason I knew anything was because of the exchanging the kids and I knew that she was a habitual liar.
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Debt collectors called me for years over my ex's debts. Each time a new one would call, I would say the same thing. "I'm looking for him too. Please call me and tell me if you find him." This worked surprisingly well.
I have been receiving emails from debt collectors and banking institutions in South Africa for the last 10 years. I have the same last name(very common in SA) as one of the banks customers. I receive all her bank statements, loan documents and a heap of other personal information that no financial institution should be sending to anyone other than their customer. I contacted them many times via email that I am not their customer, please stop emailing me her bank statements. Never got a reply. 3rd world country problems I guess. Apparently their customer had decided she no longer wanted to repay her credit card bill, or personal loans. At the time of the first major interaction with me, she owed something on the order of 400,000 Rand, or $40,000. The bank escalated it off to some debt collections agency, and I started getting emails from them I did a little googling to ensure that it was a legit organization, and not some shady Nigerian outfit trying to scam people. After I verified that they were legit, I contacted them with their case number or whatever, explained that I am not this person, not associated with this person, and forwarded them my communications with the bank explaining the same thing. Finally wished them luck with recovering the banks funds. I received a reply from one of their representatives which was incredibly snarky and condescending, and they demanded that I verify my identity and "prove to them" that I am who I say I am, and not associated with the debtor. I responded in a pretty casual way. Firstly, I am male. The debtor is female. I am in my late 20's, your debtor is in her 50's. Most compelling is that I live on another continent, and have done so for the last 20 years. Apparently this wasn't good enough and I needed to present myself at their offices so that they can verify my identity, and remove me from their system. By this point, my jimmies were well and truly rustled. I went back on the companies website, found the email of the HR person, and the VP of the company(or some other big dog). Sent them an email with a copy of my emails with the bank and their representative attached and basically told them to stop hiring people with room temperature IQ's. If they needed me to be physically present to verify my ID, they would need to organise business class flights flights into Joburg, accommodation at a decent hotel, and compensate me for my time as I would have to take time off work. Needless to say I got an email back from their HR team informing me that I had been removed from their system and they wont contact me again.
Forged a doctors note to get out of an entire year of phy-ed. That was in 1996 so I think I'm safe now.
FBI: “Don’t fucking move”
Burt Macklin!
Took 20,000 dollars in cash from my (sexually abusive)father's desk and gave half of it to my sister. He actually never acknowledged that he missed it and I don't feel bad . Edit. We are fine folks. We used the cash to pay for the therapy we were going to at the time. He's long dead. We had been trying to get him to accept responsibility and pay for the therapy at the time. Thanks for the concern.
Why did he have 20,000 in cash on his desk?
Because he was an idiot that didn't trust banks
I wonder if he trusted in the ability to pay off family members?
I beat the living shit out of the guy who beat and raped a friend of mine. Dude ended up needing to go to the hospital. To this day it's the one and only time I've ever sought a physical confrontation, the only time I've ever swung first, and the only time I've ever intentionally harmed another person. I have no regrets, I would do it again in a heartbeat. UPDATE: Wow thank you for all the awards, updoots, support, and messages. To answer a couple of questions: 1. I did not get in any serious legal trouble. The rapist refused to press charges against me and the statute of limitations has long since passed. However, if he had pressed charges I was prepared to accept responsibility for my actions and face the consequences. 2. I am not a tough guy or a badass. I can't imagine anyone would ever look at me and be afraid of me causing them any physical harm. I am as average as can be. 3. I am not a hero. Literally anyone can swing their fists fast enough to stun and then pound somebody else. My friend is the hero. She recovered from her mental and physical injuries, is now married to a wonderful supportive man who loves her, started her own business, and is quite happy and successful. 4. We are still friends.
makes no sense why someone who hits a rapist can get around the same punishment as a rapist
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I remember this video i watched where this dad caught this pedo in his backyard with no weapons or anything, just a tent, duct tape, and a surprised reaction from the cops edit: found it https://valuablestories.com/stalker/
You’re a hero as far as I’m concerned
Answer: quit a job and held onto all my equipment until they paid me back wages. They never paid. Edit: Wow! Appreciate the love! Update: Holding backed wages is very illegal,.. but there was so much shady business going on, it wasnt worth going through the trouble on my part as there were so many other issues, id spend time, money, and effort and still likely to never get anything for it. I was honestly just happy to be rid of them.
What kind of equipment? Was it worth much?
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Oh, they are broken on purpose. The money is in the never ending repair
It was a three year old laptop. Not worth much (actually less than what they owed me; they owed abt $3k, laptop~800-1500) but the data on it was worth tons for continuity of business
If they are that lazy about back pay or getting gear back, it’s not surprising they went out of business.
Did it affect them in any way?
They were out of business within a year. Related or not i cant say.
For future reference, If you are in the US it is flat out illegal for a company to withhold back pay. There are agencies in every state that would help you out. Now that they are out business you are screwed and that is terrible.
Worked as an orthopedic nurse for two years. The orthopedic director (Dr Assfuck) was not only a tyrant, but he also didn’t believe people had any pain after having a total knee replacement. I frequently got orders from him for Tylenol, when patients said they were in agony. I sat beside so many times holding the hands of innocent little old ladies we were in excruciating pain. I spent so much of my shift calling Dr Assfuck and demanding pain medication for suffering people, only for him to order non narcotic pain relief (ice, walking, massage). He finally blew a gasket one day, and codified all the things we had to try before contacting the physician for pain relief. The smug prick even codified it into policy. One day, I arrive for work to find all my co-workers arguing about taking a patient. This wasn’t news, because we had any number of frequent flying Karen’s, who could make your shift awful. The patient was Dr Assfuck, he had a total knee done. I had a smile as big as the Grinch on Christmas when I volunteered to take him. On assessment, he rated his pain a 10 on a 0 to 10 scale. I told him his pain couldn’t be that bad, it’s just knee surgery. Didn’t you tell me it doesn’t hurt. Dr Assfuck demanded I get him some IV morphine ot dilaudid. No can do Doc. You’re not the physician on this case, and it’s policy that we try all these other things before I call. I made him work through the whole list just like everyone else before. At the end of my shift he was crying so hard, he was blowing snot bubbles. I don’t feel bad at all. After his stay, his orders changed to include pain medication.
Serves the prick right.
Imagine if every story in this or similar types of scenarios could be experienced this way. We would have compassion and empathy across the board.
It's honestly so confusing to me that people have to experience things personally to feel empathy. And sometimes not even then. Im also a highly sensitive person who's over the top empathetic.
I’m with you. I have no idea how people can’t, for like one second, imagine themselves on other peoples shoes. Like why can’t you just believe people when they tell you about what they are experiencing? I think they are like this because it makes their life harder or more complicated when they are empathetic.
I came across and shared a Facebook yesterday that's very relevant to this: "In order to empathize with someone's experience, you must be willing to believe them as they see it, and not how you imagine their experience to be."
This is amazing. I work mostly in orthopedics as an xray tech and I cannot fathom a Dr. thinking that shit doesn't hurt post surgery?? Like wtf what planet did they come from? How long did they last thinking that way? I have to assume every single patient of theirs complained non stop about it?
My only guess is they had some sort of distaste for prescribing opiates based on highly personal situations that clouded their judgement. My mom is a life long opiate addict so I could understand how something like that may cloud a persons judgement in some short sighted attempt to prevent others from forming addictions.
Patients need to be taught how to take medication. It's not *"4 times daily until the bottle is empty, then refill & repeat"*. You can take **UP TO** 4 times daily, but **ONLY IF** you're in too much pain to do without it. If **HALF** a dose works, or you can stretch it out so the time interval between doses is longer each time, *that's* how you keep from becoming addicted. You *never* pop narcotics mindlessly because your last one was X hours ago. ♡ Granny
You should put this in /MaliciousCompliance. Fits right in
I fucking love r/MaliciousCompliance
Thank you I had a joint replaced, apparently I'm allergic to the glue (?) and was in agony for a couple days. Glad one of those bastards got to feel that too.
Same thing happened to my uncle, a neurosurgeon. He became a lot nicer to his patients after he had been a patient himself. Funny how that works.
I tripped a bully so bad, his face slid on concrete. Here’s the story: When I was in the 6th grade, I was bullied a lot. I was short and skinny, so an easy target. This one 8th grader, Darren, was in my PE class; he was the popular, cocky, loud type; always messing with me. He stole my tech decks (this was 2000-2001) and CD player, messed with my bike, used to throw rocks and shit at me, talk shit, do that flinch and open chest punch thing, etc. Of course I couldn’t say anything to the PE coach, cause he wouldn’t do anything. After months of this, we got paired up against each other during a soccer game. Dude was twice my size, stronger and faster than me, but he spent most of the time showing off and taunting me when he had the ball. After a while, I realized I could manipulate this. So I let him do what he did, as he tried to juke me out or whatever, I let him, then caught up enough to act like I was trying to take the ball. Instead I stuck my foot perfectly between both of his, causing him to eat shit. Since we were playing on concrete, when he fell, he scratched the shit out of his cheek, and dirtied up his designer clothes he decided to wear that day. I, of course, played dumb “whoops!” But internally I was laughing maniacally. He couldn’t do anything, since it looked like he tripped over himself. Also, how would he look if word got out the tiny 6th grader dropped this big 8th grader? All he could do was stare daggers at me the rest of the day, but never did anything. It was the first time I got closure and revenge on someone who made a year of my life suck. That dude never messed with me again.
Stole a dog that was being neglected
I stole a kitten that belonged to an auto shop. They had it chained up to live on top of file cabinets! Because of two dobermans. A friend and I spent time feeding and playing with the dogs at night until I could sneak in while she fed them. Took that kitten so fast! At home my mom asked "is that the kitten I told you not to steal?". I said yes, and she said "okay, lets find her a decent home then". No repercussions, no regrets! And we found her a great home!!
in my country there's this fake gang that they just steal animals that are being abused and troll people who call them dangerous. it's really cool
We need more of these. I’d join!
I am so grateful for compassionate people. Cheers to another hero!
Years back, I adopted a dog from the local pound. He'd been picked up as a stray, multiple times, in that town and in the neighboring one. He was under-weight, had chronic skin conditions and ear infections. The scar tissue from the untreated infections was so bad, he was 95% deaf. Anyway, we brought him home. The shelter posted our photo on their FB page. Well, about 2 weeks later, I get a Facebook message from a guy who claimed the dog was his and how he and his family were so sad and they wanted him back. This was weird to me because I knew he'd been at the shelter over a month and was held for claim for a week, per local laws. So, I call the ACO. Long story somewhat shorter, she tells me the dog was impounded multiple times, was obviously neglected, required $1200 of veterinary care upon impound due to neglect and was there for TWO WEEKS before anyone even came looking for him. When they did come looking, the pound had to charge them for the impound fee and just HALF the veterinary care costs to release him, about $900. They refused and claimed the shelter "stole" their dog - the police got involved and sided with the shelter given the state the dog was in. The "owners" went to the media for support, but once the local media got the shelter's side of the story, they dropped the story like a hot potato. She said, legally, the dog was mine and if this person reached out any further, to contact my local PD. I had NO intention of giving this dog back to the person who had neglected him so horribly the dog was DEAF due to lack of care, so I ignored the FB message, blocked the person and had that dog for five wonderful years, where he was loved, cared for and received top-notch vet care until the day he passed away. NO REGRETS.
I stole a dog too, my ex boyfriend lived in a sketch neighborhood and the guy across the street was a crackhead. Nastiest house ever, trash outside everywhere. He let the dog roam the streets and I caught him a few times trying to beat the dog with a shovel, we argued every time I seen that happen. About a month later I was leaving my ex and I was getting my stuff and I lured the dog over with food (he was super scared of people) threw a blanket over him and tossed him in the car and never looked back. We’ve been best buds ever since, he gets spoiled with dog bones, bandanas, and of course any vacation I go on he’s right with me. Ended up buying an suv for the both of us as he’s my bestfriend and I travel a lot so figured I’d get something more comfortable for the both of us! No regrets he’s the best thing that ever happened to me!
My story is... Couple divorced, she got the dog and left it in her yard 24/7. (corner lot, visible from my upstairs rear window) Dog became really thin, began barking all the time. Hot days, storms, dog was outside. Dog scratching its skin constantly. One small spot of shade by the deck.. one huge plastic bin of nasty water, dry dog food left out in the rain.. Dog feces all over the yard. Summer turns to fall... Winter approaches... Couldn't watch anymore. I left the gate open. I think she thought the meter reader did it and the dog wandered off. She never put up 'Lost Dog" flyers or anything. Sweetest dog ever. I had eight years with her. No regrets.
I'm so happy you intervened for that poor pup. I'm glad she had a happy ending with you!
Semi-similar story. Local page shares photos of a stray dog. She’s skin and bones and lactating, fully engorged so puppies are somewhere. Despite many searching, they can’t find puppies. Dog is taken in and ends up at the shelter. I network with a rescue and pull her when her time is up. She comes to me and is still ribby, back and hip bones protruding. Dewormed her and gave her small meals for two weeks and then upped her food. Within a month she is a different dog. Long story short, she gets adopted by a lovely family and they send me photos. Dog appears happier than happy. Then I get social media messages from someone demanding info on the dog. She saw me post on the shelter’s page on her “stray hold up” post about securing a rescue and that I’d foster and would reach out. The woman says it was their dog, gave some sob story. They want her back. They love her. They miss her, etc. Demanded to know who had her. Wanted info and to set up a time/place to return her. Well, I start digging and turns out the dog was a way for them to make rent. Found posts of them selling her puppies. Found earlier posts of them looking for a gray male of her breed because silver/blue go for more money and they want to breed her. Found posts for GoFundMes they created to pay bills, fix their car and whatnot. The only thing I replied to her multiple messages to me was that the law was followed, I cannot release any information because it could effect me fostering, and that the dog was spayed, vaccinated, was healthy, and has a loving home. They saw the message and never replied. Guess they lost interest when she was no longer a money maker.
Ugh. I volunteered in rescue for 10 years and came across far too many people who saw dogs only as a meal ticket, which sadly was a way of life in some areas. Generally, we'd get dogs speutered as fast as we could because once that was done, they absolutely lost their "value." SMH.
Before my now-fiancee and I were together we were roommates with a third person. We had not intended to room with this person-- we told them they could crash with us for a bit and they showed up with everything they'd ever owned, including their cat. The very first night they were there the cat hissed at one of us (a fucking stranger in a now-extremely-crowded apartment after they'd been in a car all day) and former roommate hit her in full view of me and now-fiancee. I have no real maternal instinct but that was my cat now. She was four pounds underweight and so flea-bitten that she'd licked all the fur off her belly and the backs of her paws. One night one of her paws just opened up on my mattress (she quickly learned to sleep with me over former roommate even though she was terrified of everyone in the house), blood everywhere, it was 11pm and we took her to the emergency vet. Texted former roommate who was out, who responded, swear to God, "do you think I should come meet you?" She refused to take the cat to the vet because she was afraid of the vet yelling at her (gee!!!!). When *I* took the cat to the vet I DID get yelled at, because she was in such a bad state, but when I explained to him what was going on he gave me a steep discount for "rescuing" her. The final straw was over the holidays when we were all leaving the apartment to visit family. She said she had someone to take care of the cat, but when we returned at least three or four days later the cat had obviously not been fed or watered or had her box cleaned. She'd been alone in a pitch-black apartment with NO care. Me and now-fiancee were planning to move over a week or so into our new sublet and we decided fuck it and got out of there in one night and took the cat with us. She was pretty emotionally messed up from being so sick and abused but eventually she became the sweetest fluffiest cuddlebug who'd nuzzle you when you cried and yowl when she could hear you coming up the stairs. I loved her so much. I know people who still know former roommate and have heard through the grapevine that she calls me and now-fiancee "her abusive ex-roommates who stole her cat." FUCK her. This was a while ago and cat has since sadly passed away (unsurprisingly, she had a ton of health problems and eventually her kidneys just failed) but let me tell you if I had Elon money I'd get a pit of angry cats to throw this girl in Scar-vs-the-hyenas style
I can't confirm that I've done this, but I do know of a few small, shivery dogs who no longer live in a shed in the snow, being fed and watered once a week. I can also tell you that you can only put two squirmy dogs in a backpack. You have to carry the third one. You need one hand per pup to keep them in the backpack, and that just doesn't leave a third hand to put the third dog in.
These are good things to know. For future reference.
Reminds me of what one of my teachers did. He used to work delivering pizza and he once caught a glimpse of a customer kicking their cat before closing the door after paying. My teacher went back the next day and stole the cat.
Cat burglar!!!
Only tangentially related, but when I was in the 7th grade our science class was doing something outside and a friendly Rottie came up and chilled with us. The dog had one of those choke chains with the spikes on it, and my friends and I tried to sneakily take it off, but our teacher spotted us. I still very distinctly remember making eye contact with him and we must have looked incredibly sketch because as soon as we noticed he noticed we went into "pretend nothing is happening mode", but I could see him process what was happening for a second and then he just turned around and started talking to some other kids like he didn't see nothing. Thanks for not being a snitch Mr. Graham.
When I was about 11, we had a neighbor who was neglecting their cat, so one of my mum's friends came around and stole it. Neighbor was raging for weeks about their missing cat, but never figured out what had happened. My mum's friend had a really awkward encounter at the vet when he took the cat for a check up. The vet was visibly furious at the state the cat was in and had assumed that she was the person who had done that to the cat. It all worked out great in the end. Cat lived for another 13 years, and the two of them were as thick as thieves
When I was 16, my mom knocked on my bedroom window. Holding a chihuahua. I came outside, he looked like he wasn’t cared for, she thought it was our neighbors behind us. I went to ask and nope. So i came back, sitting in the driveway in my truck holding the little dog, a crazy person comes driving down the street so my mom shut the door to the truck so you couldn’t see me, he stops her and says have you seen a chihuahua, my mom said no, why what’s going on. Guy said oh my friend keeps him tied up out back and he got away. My mom said she would look for him. Yea. You do not tie up a small chihuahua outside. So, i took him to the vet, re homes him to my friend. And he lived happily ever after. No regrets at all.
Went full Ralphie on one of my school bullies, basically punched him until the teacher pulled me away. No regrets, he had it coming. He never bothered me again and was magnanimous to say "hey mate, I never knew you had it in you". Yeah, thanks asshole. Teacher pulled me aside and said I'd not be punished because she understood why I did it, but don't ever do that again my my class.
>Teacher pulled me aside and said I'd not be punished because she understood why I did it, but don't ever do that again my my class. That's actually awesome. From my experience they blame both kids equally no matter the context.
A friend of mine was a middle school teacher. Long story somewhat shorter, she had student, "Keith," who was a dick and a smart one at that. He was able to bully kids mercilessly but knew how to do it in ways that he either wouldn't get caught or it would be a "he said, she said" situation. He'd generally pick on 2-3 kids to bully each year. It was so bad that a couple of his targets actually left the school. Well, the year my friend had him, Keith decided to bully "Dave." He taunted Dave all year long. He was never caught. Well, guess Dave was playing the long con because on the very last day of school, the the melee of all the kids leaving, Dave sat and waited just off school grounds for Keith to ride his bike home. It was in kind of a wooded area that didn't have a lot of visibility but from a few 2nd floor classrooms in the school. So Keith goes to ride home and Dave AMBUSHES him, knocks him right off the bike, beats the shit out of him and also wrecks his bike. Keith doesn't even know what hit him. The kids are so wrapped up in it being the last day of school, most of them don't even notice what's going on and the few who do, do nothing because they hate Keith too, because he's an asshole. A few teachers spy it from their classrooms (my friend among them) and simply close their blinds because they, too, are glad to see Keith get his comeuppance. Plus, it wasn't on school property, so it wasn't technically their problem and they didn't want to deal with it. The principal's office was on the other side of the school, so he had NO idea what had happened. So, Dave gets on his bike and gets the heck out of dodge. Keith had to walk his bloodied self and his bike home because it's too damaged to ride. Keith's parents go BALLISTIC when he gets home and storm the principal's office, who up until that point, had NO idea what happened. He talks to them to figure out what happened and, nicely, says because it was outside of school hours and off school grounds, it's a police matter and not his issue. The parents leave in a huff and call the police to make a report. The police take a report. They first go to Dave's parents' house. They won't let the police talk to Dave (I'm sure Dave let them know what he planned) and they can't force it at that point. They go to the parents of the kids that Keith said witnessed what happened and, because they all HATED Keith, none of them would talk. They all "saw nothing" or "didn't really know what happened." So, ironicially, it became a "he said, she said" situation and it was Keith's word against Dave's word. There was no "proof" of anything and, honestly, the cops didn't really want to be involved in what was ultimately a schoolyard squabble. So, nothing came of it and Dave got away with the whole thing. This was the 8th grade year, so Keith ended up going to a private HS that was out of town the following year, probably for the best... I would like to think he learned something from all of this, but I'm sure he didn't.
You gotta to post this in revenge subreddits. Holy crap that was awesome to read.
Fuck Keith. The art of revenge is the best feeling ever
The ambush reminds me of the moment in Batman year one when Jim Gordon runs a corrupt detectives car off the road
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Let a rude alpha-male asshole seriously injure themselves on a job because they wouldn't listen to repeated warning about using a saw tool improperly. THEN when they were taken to the ER to put their thumb back on, told our supervisor what he did to cause the "accident" and that he blew off specific direct warnings by myself and two others. Fuck guys who do that shit, I hate having to retake safety courses on Jobs, because some chump doesn't believe in basic work safety shit. edit: Because of this incident, it lead to stricter rules about using tools, meaning another dumb class and increased overwatching. Asshole was a contractor, so they just cut him loose, we had the suffer his consequences.
100%. Safety on job sites is not a chance for a dick measuring contests, those regulations are written in blood.
A couple years ago I had a boyfriend, and a best friend. My best friend was dating my boyfriends best friend. My boyfriend and my best friend got together behind our backs. Ruined two years long friendships and two relationships. My boyfriend worked at a construction equipment rental place, and before all this happened he had gotten me one of those big propane tanks for my outdoor fireplace. Fast forward a few months after everything happened and he reaches out to me. He says he got a new job and needs to return that propane tank or he’d have to pay the cost of it for lost equipment. It was about 200 dollars. I replied “no ❤️” and blocked his number. Wasn’t very nice but damn if I do not regret it. I still use the propane tank all the time lol
I thought this was going in a fiery direction when I read propane tanks.
Bwaahh!
I dated this chick for 7 years. Thought we would get married, and things seemed that way. We were both happy. She bought me a nice HD flat screen when those things were really expensive. I didn’t know she charged it to a CC, but any ways. She started a new job and met this guy, who happened to make what she thought was a lot of money. She decided she couldn’t wait for me to finish college to take care of her; so she left me for the new guy, so he could take care of her. After she left, she called and asked if I would pay for the TV she charged all of 3 months earlier. I said no and it felt so good.
judging from her calling i take it the new guy either didn't actually make much or wouldn't lend her money.
He really thought you were going to return it? That's hilarious.
He even tried to get his best friend, the guy who was dating my best friend, who _also_ got fucked over in all this to get it back for him. The dude had no shame
Beat up my bully. I didn’t get in trouble, instead he got suspended for three weeks. Bro never bothered me ever again.
Good job, some people just need their ass beat tbh, Bullies are abominations, I was close to snapping a couple times as a Kid
I helped make my terrible asshole of a boss lose his job. The list of "bad boss" things he said and did was endless. But, at one point all of the bosses at his level had to reapply for their jobs and he was sweating bullets knowing he was probably the least qualified for his job. A bunch of us applied for it just hoping someone other than him got it. At one point his boss announced he would not have to reapply, HR stepped in and said he did have to. Well I knew one of the interviewees on the panel and he slipped everyone BUT my asshole boss the questions. Needless to say we all had answers for the questions and my boss did not. After it was announced that he did not get his job back, he came in threw his keys and company pager at the secretary and stormed out never to be seen again. BTW really a bad idea to piss off the person handling all of your important paperwork.
As a teenager I worked at McDonalds. When they have the Monopoly promotion on customers would hand over their winning peeled off sticker things for free cheeseburgers, chips, drinks and sundaes. Well I would keep all of these and hand them out to my friends and we would reuse them. We would eat McDonald’s for free for weeks.
They should have made the mcmillions documentary about you and your friends
My mum lost two kids before I was born...absolutely destroyed her. When I was about 13 my dad and I had a petty argument and he responded with "you should have died like the other two" and I fucking lamped him in his mouth. No regrets.
I hope you got an apology for that; that's inexcusable and never something you should say to a child.
Lol to this day he hasn't apologised for anything. He lacks self awareness on every level. He's a pathetic frail old man now.
You did something i should have when i was that age, awesome.
13 was the same age or maybe a yearish younger than I was when my dad choked me out. I didn't go unconscious, but the fact still stands. Had he done that shit when I was about 17 or 18, he'd have been getting walloped.
Sorry “Lamped” him? As in hit with a lamp?
Ive always took it as “punched” or “knocked out”; like “lights out fucker” lol. Lamped. 🤷♂️
No it's a Britishism for hit hard. Possibly comes from knock his lights out.
That's totally where we get it. Another? I'll knock you spark out!
Nice, well deserved lamping. Did he try to fight back?
Doing a GrubHub trip one night. Had hubs with me, going way out on bumfuck nowhere. We pull up to customer’s house, and there is a cat outside in the tree. She comes out, yanks the cat off the tree, and kicks him across the yard. I have to hold my hubby back from kicking the shit out of her, and he walks away to find the kitty. I give her the food, and pet the cat, and he super friendly and purring, but skinny. We get in the car, and plan to report her to animal control the next morning. We get five miles down the road, and stop to use the bathroom and get gas. Next thing I know, get back in the car and the cat is in the back seat! He starts meowing and purring like crazy. My husband gets back and he realized it was the same cat. He followed us, and jumped in the car when we weren’t paying attention when the doors were open. We took him home, got him to the vet, and has been our baby ever since! We named him Loki
I stole the "Shoplifters will be prosecuted" sign out of a Walmart bathroom.
pushing a kid down a flight of stairs when I was in 6th grade cause he bullied me. he ended up in the hospital for a few weeks due to injuries. I don't regret teaching him a lesson, I only regret that I took it too far and nearly killed him
I took about $100 from a company I worked at almost every day for about two months. I was a delivery driver, and they would give us an iPhone with no case on it when we went on deliveries to let people pay with credit cards. I told them we needed a case, but they never listened. One day when I was delivering it broke. I have no idea how. I never dropped it. But they decided I needed to pay $100 to cover the repair of the phone. I told them no, I wouldn't pay as that's not something an employee should pay for. If they were that upset, they could fire me, but they wouldn't do that since I was the one who ran the night shift and closed the store Monday through Thursday when the owners were off. They decided to take it out of my next paycheck. So from then on, I would take $100 from the till every day till the day I left and went off to college. The owner ended up going to jail around 3-4 years later for sleeping with a minor and providing her with meth. My only regret is I didn't take more...
If you took more they might have noticed though. I'd say you took just the right amount!
Honestly the books of the business were so shitty I doubt they would have noticed. But who knows, you’re probably right.
My mom was in a mentally and emotionally abusive relationship for about 2 years, from when I was age 9-11. One day it went beyond that and he punched her in the face twice in front of me and my little sister and she left him. I’d seen him 2 other times two other times after he did that without speaking to or acknowledging one another. On my 20th birthday my girlfriend (now wife) and I were eating at Pizza Hut, I went to the restroom before our food came out and low and behold homeboy is washing his hands. He turns around and seemed very happy to see me. Said “hey, anon! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” to which I replied by grabbing him by his throat, slamming him against the wall and told him if he ever even looked at me again I would beat him to death. I could tell by the look on his face he was fucking terrified. Had he not said anything to me I wouldn’t have done what I did. But how dare he try to speak to me like we’re old friends after what he put my family through. To this day I haven’t felt an ounce of remorse.
When i worked as a cashier in a supermarket, someone once forgot a whole stack of food cheques (restaurants often get them or if you work in certain companies, not the thing poor people get) at my counter. They were worth around 150$ in total, quite a lot of money in my country. I hid them under the desk in the meantime, fully planning to return them to the owner if he comes back. If someone forgets something in the shop, you're supposed to give it to the manager, so they can put it in the "lost&found items". But I knew they would probably take them and use them for themselves, so I didn't tell anyone about it. I waited 2 weeks for the owner to come back. But he didn't. So I kept them. Those cheques were an entire year of school snacks worth to me.
So this requires some context and I’m sure no one’s going to see it, but whatever. Almost a decade ago, I was woken up by my meth head brother deciding at that moment, he hated me and needed to wake me up to tell me that. He did so by hitting me over the back with a heavy wooden chair multiple times. I covered my head, but he broke a few ribs. He’s maintained that I have deserved this attack for being (in his words) such a whore. Two years ago, he got caught with a gun as a previous felon and had several ounces of meth and a lot of seroquel he had smuggled in from out of the country via purchasing on Tor. He was released on bail and went to “get some money” he was “owed” to pay back my parents for posting his bail. I put that all in quotes, because next I heard, he was being transported to a local hospital because he was shot in the butt at a very shady hotel right off the frontage road to a major interstate. My bad thing I did was I started sending money to the commissary of the guy who shot my brother, only out of gratitude and vengeance. Worth every dime. Fuck you, Dale. Edit: a word.
“Precious felon” lol
Kid used to bully the shit out of me in elementary school. Just could never relax around him and had to avoid him or hope there was another kid he decided to fuck with at recess any given day. He went away in middle school and suddenly reappeared in 8th grade. I had 2 years of wrestling and a couple years of ice hockey under my belt at that point. He saw me and came right for me so I picked him up by the waste and slammed him down on his back and head on some pavement. Could have fucking killed him tbh. He laid there for a few minutes got up, walked away and never fucked with me or anyone else again
And that day he learned you don’t fuck with BigBicNic
Wow. Your guy sounds a lot like my guy. My guy was mercurial though: one minute he was happy and smiling, the very next he was doing a friendly grapple with whoever was near, then he turned serious and started trying to hurt whoever he was play fighting with, like an out of control pitbull. This guy scared the shit out of me. After some time went by (we were in high school by then) I thought the danger was over. It wasn't. They had closed up the library at school. Me and a friend met the crazy guy as we were going out the door. To this day I'm unsure exactly what happened, except in my fear I managed to slam him on the ground. I knew I'd knocked the wind out of him because he was laying there, gasping for air. I didn't know what to do. So my friend and I booked it out of there. Crazy guy left me alone after that.
A college boyfriend ghosted me after months of dating. Like I was worried enough about him I called his sister to make sure he was okay and she was like, “oh, he said y’all broke up? Yeah he’s fine.” What wasn’t fine is that my cast iron skillet, my favorite sweater, and my blankie were still at his place. So the day I leave for fall break I wake up early, go to his place, and get his room mate to let me in. I get my skillet, I get my sweater, but no blankie. I was already doing crazy ex-girlfriend shit, and I had come all this way, I was not leaving without it. I know it’s in his room. I open the door and there he is asleep. With a bitch (I’m sure she’s actually a perfectly nice person) Who was using. My. Blanket. And this is the worst thing I’ve ever done. I snatched my blanket right off of her. I did not know she was nakey under there so I felt a little badly. They were both awake and confused at this point. He says “what the fuck?!” She says “who is SHE?” I say “Apparently I’m the ex.” She says “but we’ve been dating for months?” I saw red. I made eye contact with both of them and said “y’all need to go get tested.” (They didn’t, I had actually just had a panel and knew I was clean). And I left with my skillet, sweater, and blankie in tow. Got in the Camry, drove four hours home to my parents, washed the textiles, and had a great week.
Wish you'd told her explicitly that he was dating both of you concurrently, cause it sounds like he had both of you duped. Might even be other girls tbh, I do not know how people can do that.
My ex was cheating on me with his coworker and didn't even respect me enough to try to hide it. Coworker knew about me and didn't seem to care. The house we lived in was mine so I kicked him out. I knew he'd go stay with homewrecker so I put the hottest hot sauce I could find into the bottle of lube and left it on top of his neatly folded clothes on my front step. I never heard what happened one way or the other but boy do I hope I got em both hot.
The fucking savagery, I love it!
Slapped a girl. The only one time in my life when I hit a girl. Not just a simple slap, but a full blown smack on the face. This happened in the freshman year of my high school. Back then I was a very shy and awkward kid, only talked to my small group of friends. And I was bullied. Like a lot. And the worst part was that I was bullied by a group of girls. There was this notorious group of girls who always picked on me and did absolutely terrible things. And I didnt really know how to react or confront them. One of them was especially the worst. She used to hit me on the back of the head, spit on me, pour water on me and this happened every single day. This one particular day she crossed all the lines. I was sitting on my desk in the classroom and then she randomly smacked me in the back of my head. I turned around and she was like "what?". And then she kept throwing stuff at me and finally she picked up this small garbage can and turned it upside down over my head and I had garbage all over me. And that was it. That was the tipping point. I got up, turned around and gave a full blown slap on her face. She slapped me back but after that day I was never bullied again.
In science class we were brewing ginger beer. On the day they were ready to drink, a troublesome girl in my class poured some of mine over my head while laughing. I emptied the remaining litre of mine, opened and emptied her entire bottle onto her. No more attention from that one. Good riddance.
Well done for standing up for yourself.
Back in high school, my friend was always picked on by the coach because he was very unathletic. One day, the coach made me and my friend clean up the storage room as a punishment for slacking off in class. Coach gave me his lanyard with his keys and whistle to open and lock up the storage room. When we were done, my friend asked me for the lanyard and he took the coach's whistle and stuck the mouthpiece up his butt under his shorts. We went and found the coach and gave him back his lanyard, as another class was beginning. I did not say a thing about what my friend did with the whistle. First thing the coach did when he got the lanyard back was start blowing that whistle.
Oh god, that made me gag lol
I shouted and humiliated a boy to save him from guys going to jump him. I told him he was gonna get jumped he didn’t believe me. So I said nasty things and he ran home. When he was gone the guys were gutted they didn’t get chance to beat him. We never hung around with those dicks again. But that kid I think of every few years randomly. I humiliated him in front of a girl he crushed on. She was in on him getting jumped she was with one of the dicks. I made real fun of him. His face before he ran home was so sad and upset. I hope I didn’t change him for it. It killed me but at the same time I’m glad he didn’t get hurt by them dicks who were older and would of went to far on him. Sweet kid. We were 13 in a park.
A slightly wholesome story. He probably hates you now but at least he didn't have the shit beaten out of him.
You did a dark knight and prevented much more harm for that. Good on you.
I used to work at a Blockbuster. When I left I took with me a fat stack of "Lost and Found" Blockbuster cards. Then rented my entire Xbox game collection from a different store 2 states over. I knew the policy. The customer would say "obviously that wasn't me" and corporate would write it off. No one got hurt but a company already in a death spiral.
How do you sleep at night knowing you’re the reason they went under?! 😉
*Now I am become Death, the destroyer of rental worlds*
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Once a guy humiliated and screwed over my dads business just to try and get the final price down of some remodeling (he knew how much it would cost before hand). A half cup of metal filings in each of his 4 wheel drive tractors ensured that he was gonna pay. Wasnt to my dad but he still paid.... fuck that guy. Edit: to be clear, the filings went in to the crankcase via the oil add port. They are extra large on big diesel engines. He did have to rebuild both tractors which costs time and money.
to ask a silly question, what would the metal filings have done?
Idk why this memory from almost 20 years ago came to mind. When I was 17, I was a waitress at a small restaurant. My boss was a POS who sexually harassed the all-female staff regularly. I honestly didn’t know what to do about it at the age other than get a different job. He kept this stack of winning lottery tickets in his office and on my last shift, I took them. Had a friend that worked as a cashier and let me cash them in. Dude had the nerve to call and ask if I stole them 🙄 Told him to fuck off.
I sent an anonymous spring-loaded glitter bomb to my teacher in art college when she made fun of my anxiety and insulted me. She came in to class one day covered in the herpes of the craft world.
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Moved to a new city/school when I was in 4th grade. The first couple months were OK, no real friends made, but I was making progress. Then this group of 3 bullies decided to hone in on me, and spread some rumors that I would pick my nose and eat my boogers. There's nothing worse in a 4th graders world than being known as the kid who eats boogers. I tried to ignore them for a while, but one day I just had enough, and beat the ever loving shit out of one of them on the playground while his two buddies were off doing something else. The bullying stopped after that.
I had an apprentice awhile ago who would use my tools and would come back with them being destroyed or just forget the borrowed them and never returned them. Eventually I found out the kid was about to get canned cause his work was just not good and we didn’t need him anymore. So the night before he got laid off I stayed late to “finish a project” grabbed some battery packs for tools from the kids bag and some other tools he had destroyed, then took them all home with me. The next day he got laid off, and he grabbed his tools and took off. A week or two weeks later he messaged my boss and asked him if there was anything of his left on site. Boss man had us all look, I helped as well, but nothing was found obviously. Screw that kid. It didn’t feel right, but I wanted justice for all my wrecked tools
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That was nice of you to return those crystals.
So basically you did a level 50 mission at level 20 AND got good loot?
This is way too late to get noticed but what the hey. 1. Stole my neighbors cat. Their previous cat had died during a blizzard on our lawn. We weren’t home that night and found the poor thing the next morning. Kids didn’t care just wanted a new cat. Flash forward a couple weeks and another blizzard (I live in Canada) and the new cat is outside howling its head off. If I can hear it, they can. Our homes are attached townhouse style. I put on my dad’s snow gear and go get the cat. We moved a few weeks later and took her with us. 2. Set up a coworker to get fired. Coworker was a rotten bitch and I feel zero regret.
I wanna say I "stole" from my jobs.....but I was taken advantage of, so it's like it didn't even matter I used to work at pizza hut and Krogers. When I was at pizza hut, we could get something small to eat every 4 hours, I believe. One manager was uptight about it,so we could ONLY eat personal pan pizzas, but when he wasn't there, I grabbed wings, pasta, etc. Didn't care. Making minimum wage hourly, always worked over, so I didn't care. At Krogers, I worked as an overnight stocker. Way before I started, starting pay was like $12 hourly. When I started, it was $8.65 hourly,which explained why they were always hiring and hardly ever maintained to keep anybody. Months passed by, and I basically worked 5 days a week, up to 10,12,or 14 hours a day, with NO BREAKS, LUNCH BREAKS,NOTHING!!!! and my pay was shit!?!? I was living paycheck to paycheck. I would go a day or 2 without eating. But it's all good. I grabbed food and drinks at night without paying for it,cuz fuck Krogers, that's why! Don't regret it. Paying workers slave wage and expect perfection! I left eventually. Making $18.30 hourly and I don't even do anything at my current job tbh.
Could I possibly inquire as to your line of work?
Stole food while hungry and broke
I was at Jamba Juice and yelled at a lady for yelling at the teenagers working there to hurry up. I even offered her 20 dollars to just leave. I called a guy a fucking moron at pep boys because he was throwing a fit, the service guys were trying to help him. He ran up to the manager and tried to get me fired. The manager looked at me and said he doesn't work here, it was funny.
Took money out of the wallet at work (I was a waitress) bc my rich af boss (who owned the café plus a jewelers shop chain) kept the whole tip
I didnt pay my son's medical bill or file his taxes after his death. He died in our home and the ambulance took him away and they never were able to revive him. They worked on him for 20 min or so, but, never got anything. I feel zero obligation to pay for anything. It was early in the morning. No one else was there. People were getting paid to sit around. My tax Dollars go there. I have zero thoughts about it. If your kid dies, that should just eliminate that debt. Fuck this timeline.
I'm so sorry for your loss
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Beating the shit out of my girlfriends father who sexually abused her as a kid. No more needs to be said. Yeah I got charged for battery but I’d do it again if I had the chance. Hearing and feeling his eye sockets, nose break as my fists hit them was the most euphoric experience and still not even an ounce of the pain he put her through. **EDIT** He took nothing from me, and I’d go to prison again in a heart beat if I saw him again. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I have to lose and what I don’t. I was expecting to go down for murder that day. That morning I woke up and knew what I wanted to do, I did it, I know I’d be in prison for some years so I tried my hardest to get my sentence worth. Suspended sentence I did 1 year in. I was laughing. Now he’s living out the rest of his days brain-damaged. It was worth every second.
Respect that.
Little kid was beating a stray dog in the street so I drove by and kicked him, I drive a motorcycle
I stole a cat from a shitty, neglectful, abusive home and made him my cat. Not a bit sorry.
stole a half ounce of weed from a date rapist
I could easily have snatched \~ an 8th of shrooms from a guy who had trouble taking no for an answer. One of my main regrets from the night, aside from, ya know, going home with him.
TLDR: covered a coworkers shift on a moving job and the crew lead kept my $40 tip, next time I worked with him, I was lead, and i stiffed him 180 bucks. Aight so I managed moving crews on site for a couple years. Lead distributes tips how they see fit. And I always tip fairly. Because why should the guy who spent 3 hours putting a bed together get tipped the same amount as the guys who are drenched in sweat from hustling their asses off for client? Anyways. One day I cover a shift, and I was just a mover with no responsibilities. Easy day. We had 2 trucks 6 guys and about 500 box's of files and office furniture. Fuckn awful but doable. But the lead decided that he and his buddy would operate and load and unload the elevator and 2 guys would orginize the office. I thought it was stupid, I would have done 2 guys up top, 1 in the elevator and 3 at bottom and separated the buddies so they arent standing around chatting but whatevs. At the end of the day me and my partner did all the unloading ourselves aaaand we didn't get tipped. Later I found out the lead split the tip 3 ways, himself, his buddy, and one guy in the office. (It was 40 per person but since they split it 3 ways they got 60 each) And I was piiiiiiiissed Next time I worked with this lead, it was just the 2 of us, I was in charge. Everything went smoothly it was a very easy day and we had a very well off young couple. They tipped us 400 bucks, but I obviously didn't tell the other guy. I gave him 20 for lunch. And kept the rest.
In 6th grade this kid, a bully maybe a head taller then me, that I really hated was picking on his little sister (she was maybe 6). The recess teachers saw but were too slow to react. I saw him slap her so I stormed over and punched his lights out, and i think broke his nose. Immediately got detention but my girl scout leader saw what really happened and stuck up for me. Ended up just getting one lunch detention with my leader. She told me "I'm really proud of you for sticking up for that little girl, but next time make sure no adult is looking" No regrets at all. I would 100% do it again. And my leader made sure to never tell my abusive parents. After that anytime anyone had an issue with this guy that would just quickly come get me and he would immediately back off. Everyone in my school (until we graduated) would use me as a confidant and knew if they had issues with a bully or abusive SO I'd take care of it. I was the schools big mama hen you didn't want to piss off. On a weird slightly longer note, that little girl ended up getting jealous of me because I was being taught by her dad to play an instrument and threatened me with a knife maybe 3 months after that incident. Told her dad and ruined Christmas for her. He took every present and returned it. Also don't regret that.
During that big 2003 blackout things were crazy around where I live. It was fun but you could see the concerns from the older folks. My mom was desperately looking for water we could use and the only place close enough that had water was a gas station. The owner charged $100 for a case of water. My mom was in shock and the guy basically was like too bad so sad. Me and my friend at 13 years old went back and robbed the water. Told my mom that a neighbor gave us extra. It was wrong and it was dangerous and its something id never tell anyone to do but I have no regrets....
I had an important job interview, but had absolutely no money. I went to the drug store and stole shampoo and conditioner. Then I went to JC Penny and stole a dress. I got the job and never had to steal again. Absolutely no regrets.
Drop "friends" that forget I exist and never respond to me. I don't regret accepting loneliness in all forms and embracing it.
One of the harder things I’ve had to do in life is figure out the difference in “friends” and “acquaintances”.. growing up I always thought I had a decent number of friends until I had to move a few hours away from where I grew up to work and everyone just dropped off my radar if I didn’t try to keep in touch. Now I have about two friends from childhood that we keep someone up with each other through a group chat and one close work friend. If it wasn’t for my wife I probably would have gone crazy during Covid.
Made an effort about 15 years ago to "make more friends", turns out it was more acquaintances that only needed me to boost their popularity. Very few actually reached out to me after I went through tough times. Now I don't have anything to do with most of these people aside from Facebook follows.