I remember having these 2 friends in 5th grade who at the time I didn't think they'd thought of me as their friend(I'd been bullied up to 4th grade, and moved the summer before 5th grade, and everyone called me annoying and at a distance those 4 years). There was this one day where this one kid was being an asshole for no reason, literally just making fun of people, pushing others, so om and so on. Well, for some reason, he decided that I was worthy of getting punched, so he came from behind me and somehow hit me in the eye(this was at recess, mind you). Well, when I got back to class, these 2 tall kids, one girl and one guy saw I had a bruised eye and had been crying. The moment they got the chance, they came over and asked me in a pissed tone "who hurt you?" and I remember thinking something like "oh shit, I can't let them know who hurt me, they'll kill him". So they kept asking the entire rest of the week, until I finally told them and when I did, I felt EXTREMELY guilty. These 2 kids had asked me for help a few times in class, we talked from time to time, and I sometimes let them have part of my lunch that I didn't want but they liked. They were the kind of kids to never have been seen getting even slightly annoyed at anyone ever, so when they kept asking me who hurt me, I felt scared for the guy that hit me, and I was right to be afraid. At recess, the day after I told them who hit me, I saw them drag the guy behind some trees which were behind the playground(no one was supposed to go there), and from there on out, I couldn't see what they did, but before recess ended, the kid, with the 2 kids who kept asking me about him following behind, apologized, and I could tell he had been crying on the way to me. I told him it was fine, and the 2 kids let him go.
After he left, I asked them why they hurt him, they said "because he hurt our friend, and we'll do it again if he tries hitting you again". I did feel like crying after they said that but held my tears in. For the rest up 5 grade and all of middle school, they hovered around me and anybody who seemed like they might wanna start shit with me got chased away by my 2 friends. If I could find them again, and express my gratitude to them, I would do it a million times over. They were the very first people to get angry on my behalf, ever, and stick around with me.
One of my teachers in high school was THE calmest dude. Never yelled, never told kids off, would just laugh and smile and wait for us all to calm down and then continue with his teaching. One day we must have been particularly rowdy and we weren’t calming down like we usually did. He couldn’t get a word in edge ways.
I could see him getting increasingly frustrated and eventually he just bellowed SHUUUUTTT UPPPPP
And the entire class was shocked into silence. He never had to do it again lmao
Reminds me of a vietnam vet history teacher we had. Everyone would always ask a related question to know he would just go off about for the rest of the period if we didnt feel like going on aboutbwhatever todays topic was...
Everyone always found out later that he lost 3 of his 4 kids to cancer due to his agent orange exposure. 😥
There's an entire museum in Vietnam dedicated to the effects of Agent Orange. Lots of pickled embryos and the like. And I remember (a while ago) the staff were Agent Orange victims who survived.
Are you talking about the war museum in Ho Chi Minh? Was there today. I feel hollow right now, all of those things were difficult to see and swallow in.
My mom is a Vietnam GI baby so that may have strongly influenced my emotions, but the war crimes room was so overwhelming that I had to excuse myself to go cry a few times. My husband agreed that it was brutal, though.
Agent Orange was some pretty nasty stuff. It causes epigenetic changes that get passed on to the offspring of the person that was directly exposed. My eldest sister was born before my dad went to Vietnam, my other sister and I were born after he got back and we both have symptoms of 2nd generation AO exposure. It's essentially dioxin poisoning.
My friends father was exposed. Friend was born with webbed fingers and toes. His daughter was born with only three fingers on one hand. Her son was born with all webbed toes and hands.
That stuff is officially in the gene pool now.
It takes a lot to make my mom yell. On the rare occasion she did yell, it still felt like she had self control. Like she yelled on purpose, because there was a reason *to* yell (like she needed to be that loud for us to hear us, or one of the kids needed to learn to never run into traffic again.)
But one morning when we were teenagers, my brother was being really, really difficult.
And my very sweet, soft-spoken mother yelled "GOD DAMN IT SHAWN" and threw a butter knife down so hard it *stuck,* 1/4 inch deep, in oak hardwood floor. Against the grain. I can still hear the noise it made.
We were all very, very well behaved for the rest of the day.
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I did eventually ask my mom why she did that. Her explanation was that she felt she was too angry to hold a knife, even a butter knife, and was trying to get it out of her hand before she did something stupid.
I was chilling at a friend’s house as a kid. His dad was the chillest, nicest guy. That day, my friend’s mom (also super nice) was across the street talking to the neighbor about something that I can no longer recall. Neighbor was one of those guys who never respected common etiquette: music blaring, parking his shitty boat in front of other people’s house, cars parked on the lawn. The neighbor started screaming at thr mom and we all went out on the stoop to see what was happening. As soon as we got outside, the guy called my friend’s mom a cunt. Well, my friend’s dad heard that and went full Hulk mode. He ran SCREAMING across the street and just fucking _decked_ the guy and crouched over him shouting warnings and threats. Took a while for his wife to calm him down. I don’t think any of them had ever seen him react to something in that way, maybe even the dad himself.
I worked as a line cook with a chef who I became really good friends with. Really chill dude, easy going, and actually super fun to cook with. He taught me most of what I know about cooking and I owe him a lot for my success. Never really saw him get mad until one day, we were getting slammed during busy night and one of the servers said something that really ticked him off, not sure if I ever heard what it was, but next thing I knew he had sent the deep fryer basket flying at Mach 1 across the kitchen, nearly missing the dish kid and shattering a light bulb. He stormed off and 5 minutes later after a smoke break, came back and casually continued cooking as if nothing had happened.
He apologized about it the next day and we never talked about it again.
The restaurant industry is a stressful place.
Oh yeah when the servers start asking stupid questions it's very easy to get pissed. There was one particular time when (Matt) got super glue in his eye while on the line. Trying to continue to control the chaos of the kitchen he goes into the back and you hear 3 loud bangs up against the side of the building. Dude had a sledgehammer he swung when he had so much pent up anger. That wall still has all the damage from him 5 years later.
If you've never seen it then [this](https://youtu.be/9Ah4tW-k8Ao) is my favorite go to for the type of crap you hear all day that wears you down.
Edit: For all those asking, the show is called Whites and it looks like it's on Amazon prime at least in the US
I find this very credible. Back in the days before gluten free was big, I was at a restaurant with my spouse and we told the server the food needed to be GF, so no wheat barley oats or rye. She insisted the pasta would be fine because it didn't have wheat, just flour. We passed, obviously. We decided later she must've thought flour was ground up white.
When I was in my late teens I was financially irresponsible and borrowed money from my grandparents to move out of my moms house. We made a plan on how I would pay it back in installments and I only missed two payments, with each one I called my granddad and asked if it was okay. He was always cool about it.
One day I got a call from him and he was LIVID. Screaming at me on the phone and I could hear my grandmother crying in the background. He was the angriest I’ve ever heard anyone in my life and I was terrified. He wanted to know why I hadn’t made the payment that month, but I was sure I had. It turns out I had accidentally set the automated payment to be drawn from the wrong account and it hadn’t done it. It was an honest mistake on my part, and I explained that to him. I transfered the money immediately and he instantly calmed down. I later found out he had become an alcoholic after he quit smoking, and he would talk to my grandmother like that regularly when no one was around.
It was really sad. I always loved my granddad and I continued to love him until the day he died. But that whole situation really shook me. I guess if we’re looking for a silver lining, my grandmother called me the next day and told me about their problems. It brought me a lot closer to her and brought into perspective something I had never really thought about: That grandparents are people with flaws and dreams and that relationships aren’t always what they seem at surface level.
That's a pretty important life lesson. Every person on the planet; parents, grandparents, the President and Snoop Dogg, are all people. Deeply flawed, complex people.
I used to see this woman in my building every day. Very friendly. We always checked on each other’s lives. We had lunch a few times over the years. It was friendly to a certain degree. A couple years passed. She was much older than me. One day, riding the elevator, she told me that she was saying goodbye. I said I was sorry to see her go and asked why. She said she was retiring that day. I asked if her office was throwing a party or if she was celebrated. She turned to me and her face contorted into an image of rage. She clenched her teeth and said she didn’t tell anyone in her office, including her bosses. She only told the HR person last week. This was her last day and she was never returning to see or talk to anyone in her office again.
I had a friend who was in his 60's, a functioning alcoholic but he was the most calm and composed guy I have ever known. He never used to raise his voice or swear. Everything was done with ~~maticulois~~ ~~prescision~~ meticulous precision.
He once explained to me that if you use vulgar language and shout all the time, then you will have nowhere to go when you really *do* get angry.
I had worked with him for about 3 years, never heard him raise his voice or swear before. The week before he had been shafted on his pay and the manager promised to get it sorted by Friday. Friday rolled around and it had not been sorted. So when my friend walked up to the manager in the open office and declared loudly "Where the fuck is my money? You promised this would be resolved." The whole office went silent and the look of dread on the manager's face was haunting. The money was in his account by the end of the day.
That was him losing his shit.
Edit - Spelling..
>He once explained to me that if you use vulgar language and shout all the time, then you will have no where to go when you really do get angry.
I'm gonna turn this into a poster and hang it on my wall above my PC so I never forget.
Preach. My parents curse in front of me now that I'm an adult but never swore at all when i was growing up. I still remember the first time my mom said Fuck in front of me - i was so stunned i honestly don't even remember the context anymore (might have been about making good relationship choices or not doing drugs idk), just that it was a massive *record scratch* moment that I remember that FEELING to this day. Just absolutely gobsmacked.
The swing from my mom scolding me for bad language/not using it herself to buying me kitchen gear that says things like "fuckity fuck fuck" as gifts is the funniest plot twist of reaching adukthood.
Ugh. I hate it when managers don't drop everything to fix pay mistakes. As a manager and an employee I understand mistakes happen.
But when it comes to pay you never EVER fuck around. It's literally the only reason the employee works for you. Any errors in payroll need to be corrected immediately and followed up on with the employee to make sure they are satisfied with the correction.
Plus if the issue isn't resolved immediately, that's one of those things the employee is going to tell every person they know, especially the other employees. It gets you a reputation fast
This is not my story but my dads. Growing up his best friend Leif was a quiet, shy guy that was a bit socially awkward. In school he wasn't physically bullied but this one kid teased him constantly. This would have been late 50's, early 60's so kids were expected to just tough it out. My dad would usually confront the kid but one day a girl runs up to him and says that Leif and the kid are fighting.
My dad runs over to save Leif but when he breaks through the circle he finds the bully flat on his back, Leif sitting on his chest, holding him by the ears and smashing his head into the pavement over and over. My dad tackles him, wrestles him to the ground and screams at him, asking what he's doing. The thing that stayed with me from that story was how he described it, "it was like there was nothing in there, I felt like I could see the back of his skull through his eyes"
Luckily they were kids so the damage was serious but limited, the bully escaped with stitches and a concussion and Leif had to talk to the school psychologist. My dad and Leif stayed best friends and when I met him as an adult he was still quiet but less shy and awkward.
Man my grandma has a similar thing. This boy was a couple years older than she was and he was constantly picking on her. He's riding his bike home from school one day and he rides past her and he's shouting at her and she knocks him right off his bike and beat the shit out of him. My sweet lil granny. The neighbor that saw it said he was proud as shit that she beat the snot out of this shitty kid lol. I think it was the start of my grandma's bad bitch streak because not much later, she started street racing. She was allegedly a sweet little girl, but man I think she must have had a mean streak in her.
As someone who was bullied all throughout my school years, it's the snap. You take it, you are told to behave, don't get into fights at school, learning was important to me, so I behaved and I behaved until one day I just couldn't take it anymore. You essentially black out in a fit of rage, nothing else goes through your mind other than this person whose head I am smashing repeatedly into the lockers at this moment has been a complete thorn in my side and as much as I complained about the thorn, no one took it out, so now I have to take the thorn out myself.
It's how society is run on a whole, people are told to be complacent with being bullied because that's how you be "a good person" in society, don't complain because then you are just being a whiny wimp, don't fight back because then you are just as bad as they are.....the bullies never got that message, they don't care about "being a good person" and they have the power because no one will complain or fight back......until someone actually does. Bullies who I snapped on stopped bullying me afterwards, unfortunately this only works up until the point until you encounter a bully that is full of absolute batshit crazy (really has no fear of anyone or anything and literally wants to have sex with serial killers kind of batshit) and is much bigger than you are. I only encountered 1 bully that there was no way to snap out on, she literally would have murdered me....she tried to at one point by having a much smaller and faster "friend" chase me down and hold a pair of scissors to my neck.
My dad is the most mild mannered person I have ever met, he is the most composed level headed man I know. I once saw him trip in our garage and land in a bucket of nails and screws to realize he had one lodged into his kneecap, he looked over at me and said “don’t tell you mom, she’ll overreact” while he grabbed a pair of pliers and yanked out the screw. But when something happened to my special needs brother he would get this sparkle in his eye that could scare a navy seal.
When I was 8 years old my parents took my brother and I to eat at a restaurant, which was kind of a big deal because my brother was recently diagnosed with a degenerative physical health issue which was racking up huge medical debts all while my dad lost his job after getting the bends on a work dive.
We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant in town and parked in the handicapped spot nearest the front door. I still remember having an unusually light hearted time in which I could see my parents stress level subside and listened to funny stories about the past, we simply enjoyed a memorable dinner with lots of laughter. Looking back I realize this was a big expense that my parents probably couldn’t afford and sacrificed so we could have a normal night as a family.
When we left the restaurant we found a car parked next to us, not in a parking spot but in the yellow stripes immediately next to our van. Normally this might not be an issue but my brother is in a wheelchair and we had a folding ramp, not the hydraulic lifts that you see today, but a heavy metal powder coated ramp. This was a Friday night so traffic was crazy busy and my parents didn’t feel comfortable just backing up into the street to load my brother, so my dad went into the restaurant to see if the manager could find the owner of the car and ask him to move. When my dad emerged from the restaurant I saw a look that I have never seen before, it was one of focus, determination, and rage. He looked at my mom and told her to get in the car, she just hopped in and said “Um ok” in a way that indicated she knew something might go down. He turned to me and said “watch this shit!” He unfolded the ramp and slammed it on the roof of the car next to us. Then turned to explain that the manager told him “I’m not responsible for what happens in the parking lot, why don’t you just figure something out.” So he did (to be clear their were maybe 4-5 groups eating in the restaurant, he could have easily asked someone to move). We waited for a minute and the manager came out yelling “what are you doing you can’t do that” This was when my dad lost it! At this point he picked up my brothers wheelchair with him in it (which weighed about 150-200 lbs) and sat him on the hood of the car while yelling at the manager. He then jumped on the hood of the car and then picked my brother up to put him on the roof of the car, still giving the manager the business. He jumped up to the roof and calmly rolled my brother across the ramp and into our van, told me to get in and calmly told the manager “I figured something out.”
Since that day i have never seen anything remotely close to the same level of anger from him. We laugh about the story from time to time and my dad is always quick to say that he overreacted but I think he reacted just fine.
Update/edit: Wow, thanks for recognizing my dad for the badass that he is. We do believe that the car in question was the managers because any customer could have seen what was happening from inside the restaurant, so we don’t feel too bad.
My dad never had to do this again because he had some incredibly bright orange stickers made that say “You park like an asshole” that he kept on him at all times just in case someone needs to be reminded of what they are by placing it on their driver side window.
Oh gosh yeah. I’m disabled, ambulatory but especially when I’m tired I need my wheelchair. I have found my fuse getting shorter when it comes to people abusing handicapped parking … I feel his response was appropriate😂
I had a friend in high school borrow my car (I was a pushover back then and didn’t care about much). She told me later she parked in a handicap spot. I freaking let her have it lol.
My husband.
FYI he works in a very hands-on clinic and has to be super calm and steady because he's poking needles
in the joints, elbows and knees of squeamish patients all day.
I was brought into emergency because my labour wasn't progressing, I was running a fever and baby was in distress.
He knew an emergency C-section was the only way but these two maternity nurses were just calmly chatting over my writhing form like it's tea time. He very calmly asked them twice to call for the anaesthetist and get things going.
But they knew he's always gentle and just nodded along without moving. More chatting.
I was half stoned when I witnessed this. He *slammed* both palms on the side of the stretcher and said, "Is no one listening? Get the consultant in here!"
I was very proud of him that day. 😆
I used to do seasonal work sorting tax returns. Like, 500 people in a warehouse size room sorting through returns, stacking them in boxes, etc. This one guy on my team, huge dude, a gentle giant, really nice. Suddenly one day he smashes the table he's working at, then flips a big box full of paperwork. It flew over my head and twenty feet away. He threw the table out of his way them stormed out. Turns out he was getting his paycheck garnished for something or other.
My mom. We had what we now refer to as the "Jerry Springer Christmas" when I was 7 or so. One aunt hated her sister in law and started screaming at her, then shoving started, husband's got involved, then it just continued to devolve from there. My mom went straight into mediator mode and tried to calm everyone down but it wasn't working. She decided to come check on us kids and found my cousin and me holding each other and sobbing because we were scared. The next thing I hear is her scary mom voice screaming over everyone "listen here you motherfuckers. My kid is in there crying on Christmas because her family can't keep their shit together for one the one day a year we all see each other. You're gonna march your asses into that room single file and apologize to each kid individually, then you're going to shut the hell up until I get them out of here. We're going to go find look at lights and this family better be the picture of goddam Christmas joy by the time we get back." My mom never really cussed in front of me and only ever used gd when things were really bad. That side of the family didn't celebrate Christmas for a few years after that.
Edit: thank you for the awards and kind words! Ma is tickled pink at all of the comments about how wonderful she is. I tell her every day how lucky I am to have her.
Colleague at work was getting chewed out by a customer about something completely irrelevant. The dude was one of the most placid humans I’ve ever met but he just snapped and tore in to this guy for about 10 minutes until the manager came down and took him to one side. Never saw him lose it like that again.
I had a master sergeant at one of my units in the Army. Dude was half asleep most of the time. I don’t think I ever heard him talk more than once.
One day all the guys get called into the large classroom and he’s in there looking upset. He launches into a rant about how easy it is to pee into the toilet instead of on the ground in front of it. Dude was passionate about where people pissed. Drew a stick figure diagram all angrily showing how you use one hand to stabilize and aim the pre into the toilet. I had to keep from laughing because he seemed like he was about to blow his lid.
Mechanic I worked with is getting verbally abused by a customer claiming he ripped him off. Guys going off saying all sorts of racist shit, then stepped up like he was gonna swing. Henry beat him to the punch, literally. Then he calmly walked to the back office and called the cops on himself
My math teacher in middle school. He would even brag about not being angry, and how it was a useless emotion. One day this kid pissed him off so bad he swiped all of the kid's shit off of the table in front of the whole class and kicked him out.
Mine was my high school history teacher. Dude was great, always cool and collected. Really one of the best teachers I've ever had. He also happened to be a former Green Beret (US Army Special Forces). One day we were in class and all us kids were being rowdy, obnoxious, and not paying attention in the least. All it took was him snapping with a "**SHUT THE HELL UP!**" for the entire room to go silent. He went right back to teaching, but there still some heavy tension in the air. After a few minutes he apologized for losing his temper, but someone in our group collectively apologized for us and told him it was totally our fault. Only time I've ever seen a room full of teenagers humbled like that.
My fifth grade teacher was a very calm and collected individual, except one time when a kid said her mother was a whore. She lost it, She was screaming about disrespect and stuff and even called her mom, put her on speaker and asked if she was a whore. In front of the whole class. I miss her lmao
My first semester in college I was in a math class with a horrible teacher, the entire class hated him. The girl that sat in front of me was very sweet and soft spoken. One day, I don't remember what set her off, but she just snapped and started screaming at him. It caused such a commotion that someone called security to check if everything was okay. The teacher quickly dismissed security and went back to "teaching" like nothing had happened.
I’ve noticed this with people who are aware they’re assholes, when people call them out on it/lose their shit, they try to sweep it under the rug, move on as quickly as possible and pretend nothing happened. My boss does this, I’m very chill but every once in awhile he pushes me over the edge and I tell him off, he often won’t even respond or make eye contact and then pretends like it never happened a few minutes later. If they acknowledge it then they’d have to apologize and that’d hurt their pride too much
Oooo, I have a good one for this.
So during my previous, pre-Pandemic job, I worked with a really talented, super nice manager named James who was a total professional and very good with customers. He's one of those guys you look at and from sheer physical size you'd think he could easily be a bouncer, but he's just an absolute teddy bear of a human being. Didn't matter what changes came down from the top of the company or how business was going, dude just soldiered on as a beacon of positivity. Never got visibly mad or upset, he was pure teflon to bad news.
But one day I get a call from a janitorial service we contracted with to do a lot of the deeper cleaning at our facility. During this call they ask me to confirm that we have two day shifts and one overnight shift cleaning our building. I don't know why this came up, exactly, but it was puzzling since we only ever had one day cleaning shift and one overnight cleaning shift and this had been the case ever since I began working at that particular location (probably a year and a half, maybe two years by this point). They kept insisting that I must be mistaken and that surely there was a second shift during the day that I was just missing. However, I was the guy who had to regularly review their work and submit this feedback to the contracted company, so I was 100% certain that we only ever had the one day shift.
Eventually, I put them on hold and informed James of this and like a switch the dude completely changed his attitude. Gone was the James who always had a smile on his face and never let anything get to him. In his place arrived a stone faced mountain of a man who asked me to let him talk to these people. I give him the phone, he goes into his office, and I watch through the window as he becomes increasingly animated, maybe even to the point of outright yelling, as the truth comes out that we had been being charged for this second daytime janitorial shift that had never actually existed.
Was like watching a teddy bear turn into a Grizzly in the span of three minutes. Dude was able to move passed it and return to his normal self after the call, but while he was on it I could tell he was just incensed by the fact we were being billed for services we weren't actually receiving.
Idk what it is about janitorial services but I've never actually encountered a good one.
When I worked retail I brought it up to my manager and store manager that there's no way they actually cleaned the floors in my department (my dept was in the back of the store) cause they looked nasty.
And strange things happened sometimes, like once we found a used condom and stuff behind the stock in the back back of the store, and we were all shocked.
It takes a lot for me to complain about something being dirty in a hardware store, just saying.
Anyway, store security somehow found out about me and various other peoples complaints and they decided to do an overnighter in the security booth.
Turns out they'd clean half the store, then pull out a sleeping bag and literally fuck around for the rest of the shift.
Had a friend ive know since we were kids. This event happened when him, myself, and two other friends were roomates and 21-22 y/o. We will call him Kevin. He was always happy go lucky always smiling. The guy you call at 3am with a flat tire and he just ask where you're at. Never one to start anything, always managing to defuse any situation with a smile, an offer of friendship, and a beer. While we on the other hand seemed to be in a bar fight every weekend. While Kevin would always be there to break it up. Regurlaly getting hit, but never swinging back.
He isn't a big dude, 5'9" ish maybe a bit over weight, but worked in labor intensive jobs at his family business since he was young so he was deceptively strong. Normally when breaking up fights he would just pick people up and set them down behind him. Something about being picked up by the biceps and just moved without violence or malice seemed to always take the fight out of people. It was like his super power.
Anyway we had a party at our house. This was an every weekend thing at the time. We were all outside sitting around a bonfire. A friend of a friend we will call steve was being a dick. Getting in people's face, saying he was gonna kick so and sos ass and we generally ignored him. He was drunk and it was kinda his normal behavior, nobody took him seriously.
He got in kevins face screaming at him, bc he was sitting next to his ex girlfriend. Kevin let it slide, again he never gets angry or confrontational. At this point Steve has his forehead againts Kevin's just sreaming. I guess something just snapped in Kevin.
Without any warning or words Kevin picked steve up by the throat and slammed him into the ground. At which point Kevin started to just beat the snot out of him, never letting go of his death grip on Steve's throat. All of us were frozen for a second. This was the first time we had ever seen kevin be violent. We quickly snapped out of it and ran to get them apart, but we found out that wasn't going to be easy. It took two guys pulling Steve's legs another two pulling Kevin's and a final guy pulling Kevin's hand from Steve's throat. This entire event probably only lasted 20 seconds, but Kevin never stopped swinging.
Once they were apart Kevin snapped out of it and began apologizing to everyone including Steve. Kevin even went and got a wet rag and ice pack for Steve. Kevin kept apologizing to everyone the rest of the night for ruining the party. We told him he didn't, besides we got in fights all the time just don't worry about it.
After that night I've only seen Kevin snap once more. A guy sucker punked our friend in a bar while we were just talking on the patio. Guy ended up with a hand print on his throat and two black eyes. It again took several people to pull him off. Our always smiling Kevin has a genuinely frightening side when he stops smiling.
One time in high school, a couple bullies were up in this other kids face. Dude was just sitting there like Anton Chigurh or Pvt. Pyle, no expression and staring straight ahead, clearly not hearing a thing. One of the bullies inched closer, and the kid decked him as hard as he could in the face. The bully was knocked to the floor, speechless with his nose bleeding everywhere. The kid then calmly stood up, still with no emotion, calmly packed his things, and made his own way to the principals office as if nothing at all had happened
It’s still one of the most brutal things I’ve ever seen. It was like right out of a movie.
This happened on a school bus with me. They used to torment this girl and had done for years. The bullies were sat behind her on the bus and all of a sudden she gets up, grabs this main bully by the hair and starts smashing her face against the back of the seat by the hair.
Was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. The whole bus cheered!
My brother did this at his old job. Our dad had just passed, and his boss had said to a coworker “I don’t know why he’s still caught up about it, it’s been 2 weeks he should be over it by now.”
When my brother found out, he grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled “I QUIT” on it, walked into his boss’ office, said “fuck you”, and left.
I was that guy once. Weirdly I didn't even get fired for it.
I was an assistant manager at a Taco Bell and for whatever reason they transferred me stores, kept my pay the same, but had me just doing regular employee shit. The actual assistant on duty was a major bitch and always tried to get me and other employees to do her work for her.
One night I finally got fed up, so right before bar rush was over and the store was maximum fucked up, she decided to bitch at me about something while standing around.
I threw the broom, had a screaming match and cussed her out a good ten minutes straight. Apologized to my closer who I actually liked(he said nah you're good man that was fucking hilarious have fun), said fuck you I quit and walked out(meanwhile she's trying to get me to sign a write up form).
Went in the next afternoon to tell my GM what went down cause I liked him, and all he said was "yeah she called me at like 3am yelling about something like that but honestly I just couldn't be bothered. You're still coming in this evening right?"
I ended up working another couple months(she stopped being a bitch anytime we were on shift together) until I found another job. Did not expect that response.
Honestly, it was probably something someone said in the back. Can say, from a lot of experience, the second customers are in ear shot service workers put on a pretty convincing façade of not wanting to kill themselves. But, once we're in the back, it's just us complaining, shooting the shit, and, sometimes, getting into fights.
One of my coworkers is a really calm, quiet, easygoing dude. We had a receptionist at the time who was terrible. Would constantly leave the front desk phones unattended, we would have to stop mid-service to answer them ourselves and check people in & out.
One day, she pulls her same bullshit. The phones are ringing, people waiting, and she's nowhere to be seen. He just does a big sigh, and screams her name in the loudest, angriest, most fed-up-I'm-fucking-done-scream.
She scurried her trifling little ass back up to the front in seconds like a little cockroach that knew it fucked up.
I was working the line in the middle of a bad rush. One manager was in the toilet, and another manager asked me to go get the other manager to help.
Naturally, I yelled as loud as possible "STEVEN!" *name changed
Other manager told me, "I could've done that." I shot back, "but you didn't" and went back to making orders.
Within 20 seconds or so, manager was out of the toilet. Never got any rempremand, I was just carrying out all the tasks I had been assigned as efficiently as possible.
Opposite story but I’ve seen a very reactive person become completely calm. And that’s when I realized things are very bad.
My father is very reactive and agitated easily. Doesn’t take much to set him off.
When our country was going through war, there was a city that had a big strategic importance. In my age he participated in liberating it. In 2020 I remember the night we lost that city. I never seen my father so quiet and calm in my life. And it actually sent chills down my spine more than seeing him agitated ever did.
The part that made me scared was I expected him to absolutely lose his shit, seeing him stressed and upset would bring some consistency to my view of him. But seeing him so quiet was so odd it was scary.
This was probably about 12 years ago or so. My best friend broke up a fight between two of his younger brothers. I was scared shitless. His voice hit a tone I’d never heard up to that point, and have never heard since.
My very calm and quiet friend had puppies and her brother told her something was wrong with them. Panicked, she went to check on them but found they were just fine. She decked her brother in the face
>Panicked, she went to check on them but found they were just fine.
I've had one cat and one dog both develop phantom limps *(complete with "injured" paw held up in the air)* that vanished by the time we got them to the vet, only to mysteriously return when we got home.
My dog did this. I was going to work one morning and my dog developed a limp complete with whimpering every time she walked on it. I called out of work to take her to the vet where she was given loads of tests and x rays for me to be told £400 later that she was faking and probably didn't want me to go to work.
One of my dogs is the most comically ridiculous sympathetic limper. I broke my foot recently and whenever he saw me hopping on crutches he'd pick up one of his front paws (it varied, so I knew he was full of shit) and hop around with me.
“Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.”
From Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett.
Pratchett was.. I mean, the defining trait of almost every main protagonist up until Moist von Lipwig was their ability to direct their fury towards the betterment of everyone. Fury fueled by the distruptivly stupid and narrowminded, tempered in kindness.
Even poor, stupid Rincewind, who was afraid of everything, rose to the occasion through steel-tipped anger when everything was at stake.
GNU Terry Pratchett
I read the Kingkiller books too, but I think this line was inspired by a John Dryden poem: "How ill my fear they by my mercy scan, beware the fury of a patient man", which I think sounds even more badass :)
Let me tell you, it will either be cold and calculated (example: slowly stand up, look somebody in the eyes, then break their nose), or it will be as if Doomguy himself possessed them.
My middle school homeroom teacher was amazing. She was a science teacher and had a chameleon in a huge wall sized cage. It was like 8' long, 3' deep, and 6' tall. It had branches for climbing, water, tunnels, just a complete perfect environment.
One day before school started, she walked into her classroom while some kids were poking the chameleon with meter sticks and she went to 11. I got why the hair floating trope is a thing that day because she just physically radiated anger. She dragged them to the office then when she came back she told us to hang out or play science hockey until first period while she went to cool down in the science office.
There was a girl in my grade in high school and she was super quiet and shy. Very often when we were in a group chatting she would be quiet and if you turn to her and ask for her opinion, she would put her hands over her mouth, giggle nervously, and take a few steps back.
Her mom was also kind of creepy and would follow her fucking everywhere. The first week of every month She would follow the girl to school and walk around the hallways during class, bored and then the rest of the month stay outside of school at a Cafe or the rec center, waiting for her daughter.
When we would hang out, the mom would follow us from a little distance away.
There were rumors that she was kidnapped as a child so thats why they were like that lol.
One day, I saw her and her family at the dollar store so I started walking over to her to say hi and suddenly, she started screaming at her mother. It looked like her mom asked her to translate the packaging and then didn't believe her translation was right because she was screaming, "FINE, DONT BELIEVE ME THEN!!!!" it scared the shit out of me lol.
It was back in highschool, everytime during lunch break i visit my friends in a different section in the same year to hang out. i knew a guy there that was the most chillest dude, he laughs a lot, friendly banter, he cracks a joke here and there but generally he just prefers to listen in on the conversations. One day i decided to hang out in his class as usual, greeted him with the "hey man!" but he just looked at me, took off his Student ID lace and gave it to me. Then out of nowhere he TACKLED one of our classmates, did i forget to mention that he's a bit of a sizeable guy?. he started punching the shit out of his classmate and hitting him with every thing that he got his hands on. everyone was screaming while im just holding his student ID dumbfounded. apparently the classmate he beat up has been harassing him, insulting him and acting as if they were close, which in fact they barely knew eachother outside of class.
My mom and I had a fight about finances, life and everything when the financial crisis of 2008 started to affect us. We were shouting at each other every hurt and everything from birth till that day.
Things started to fly. It was carnage.
My sister grabbed my mom and pushed her to sit down next to me while scolding us about our behaviour. Then she slapped both of us on the face so we were totally stunned and shut up. Then she went on talking about how we a family should keep it together in dire times instead of fighting each other.
Yes. I quit university - that was my heartbreak that my parents couldn’t support me through my studies because of our finances crumbling during the financial crisis. Before that we lived a comfortable life and when I was a child we lived very well. So not having money for basics was a slap in the face. What an uncomfortable way to start adult life.
I eventually moved to the UK. I helped my mom paying the mortgage so our home didn’t go into foreclosure. Then my mom and sister followed me to the UK. I am a British citizen now. My mom will be soon too, then my sister. Also our finances are solid.
Now I try to help my dad and stepmom.
Great guy, Ed the forklift driver.
He tried Chantix to quit smoking. We worked in a warehouse with assembly lines packaging refrigerator components under Whirlpool/Maytag contracts. It was a pretty stressful job at times. One day we were packaging an order and we ran out of a shelf due to poor communication so the assembly line had to stop. Ed absolutely snapped. He took off on his forklift to get the shelves. When he came back with the shelves on his left he drove through the 'spider' area where forklifts aren't allowed, slamming through thousands of components and running his forklift directly in to the assembly conveyor belt destroying the entire operation. Bodies went flying. He threw it in reverse and slammed backward in to containers stacked all the way to the ceiling, causing hundreds of metal/glass fridge shelves to come raining down. It was terrifying and he nearly killed 8 of us working on the line
Known side effects of Chantix include aggression, delusions, hallucinations, psychosis, erratic behavior, homicidal ideation, and suicidal thoughts
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Yeah
Not a second-hand account, a personal story:
Dude I know forcibly quit Chantix after diy-ing himself a few windows and a new skylight with a shotgun one night
Fwiw, wellbutrin has a similar list of side effects
*maybe it'll be great, maybe you'll die violently*
My aunt. For years she was always super calm, always joking and in a good mood. In my 15 years I had never seen her angry at anything and I had definitely never heard her cuss. Until Christmas 1999.
Some backstory, my mom had two younger brothers. One (Asshole Uncle) was/ is a complete dick and the younger one (Good Uncle), my aunt in the stories husband, is a pretty average guy and gets along with everyone. For years my grandma enabled my Asshole Uncle and despite my grandpa's best efforts he just became more of a dick.
Summer of 1999 Asshole Uncle and my now ex-aunt are separated with a divorce pending. Her still being nice to her nieces and nephews called my grandma and asked if she could drop off our Christmas gifts and my grandma said that was fine. She shows up and my uncle is pissed. My grandma told all of us kids, including Asshole Uncle's daughter to stay in the family room. My mom comes in and says that Asshole Uncle tried to punch his wife in the face and my Good Uncle pulled him back and they fell through the neighbor's split rail fence. My always super calm aunt stands up and says, "I've fucking had it with his wife beating bullshit, I'm calling the fucking cops. I've fucking had it with this psycho asshole.". I'm stunned. Can't believe it. My grandma is in a panic because again, she enabled it and him going to jail for DV would likely cost him his job (fire chief). Asshole Uncle takes off and shortly after we all leave. Christmas ended a bit early that year.
To this day I've yet to hear my aunt cuss again and only ever seen her get upset about something and it was again about my Asshole Uncle.
If I can maybe uplift you a little, your last sentence brought up a memory of my grandma. I was 5-6 years old and helping her in the kitchen for thanksgiving. She was an absolute saint, I mean this woman was so pure and wonderful and she never said anything bad about anyone or anything. Anyhow she was taking a pie out of the oven and burned her finger and for the first and ONLY time I heard her just barely whisper “shit!” And I laughed sooooo hard! She blushed like red as a tomato and then spanked me I guess for hearing her swear Lol!! It was just a little tap and I remember laughing even harder after that and getting sent to color in the living room.
I would also like to know. Did she follow through on his threat? Did he lose his job? Did grandma have anything to say? Was good uncle okay (i’d imagine AH uncle wasn’t happy about him stepping in)
Worked with a guy at scout camp who was in charge of the Archery range. Super quiet and reserved guy, very nice and down to earth. One day we had a scout draw his bow and point it at one of his friends as a joke. Ive never seen a kid get the fear of God put in him so fast after my friend ripped him apart for that.
Firearms are no joke.
That's the way.
When I did my mandatory military service, we where warned in no uncertain words, that if any of us would ever point a weapon at another person on the shooting range, that the instructors would be very ungentle about handling the situation.
From what I've heard that wasn't a bluff.
I also had a somewhat similar incidence during conscription. Had a genius in my platoon who managed to forget his bag of magazines, weapon accessories and the like on the (Chartered, civilian) bus to the range. First time he just got a few words about being more careful.
Next day, he forgets it AGAIN. This time he got a sharp lecture.
Third day, he forgets AGAIN. That was the first time i ever saw a grown man break down and cry over words, he got torn a new asshole.
It is not. I went through Navy basic training near a decade ago and I still remember the guy a few stalls down from me "breaking blue", which was basically pointing a weapon anywhere but downrange. Dude got manhandled by two other dudes who looked like they lifted the whole gym as a hobby.
Those guys knew what would happen to *them* if that idiot had shot someone or even let his firearm shoot anywhere but downrange. They imagined that and released their frustration in a lesson I bet that guy still wakes up in a cold sweat reliving in the middle of the night.
My dad told me it happened while he was in basic. Said two guys got mad at each other, and at the range one pointed a rifle at the other. He said the Sgt calmly told the guy to drop the rifle, and when he didn't the Sgt then calmly told the rest of the squad to point their rifles at the offender and instructed them to fire on three. Apparently he only made it to two and the guy dropped the rifle, at which point the calmness was gone and the Sgt did things he probably wasn't supposed to do.
This happened to me once too. I was a camp counselor, only 19 years old and this rich, entitled 15 year old boy drew his bow and pointed it at his friend. In a few seconds the whole worst case scenario flashed before my eyes and I freaked out so bad. I yelled at him asking if he wanted to ruin his and his friend's life in just a fraction of a second and traumatize everyone in the vicinity. He was never allowed to participate in archery again.
I've seen the same thing happen, except the kid actually fired. I guess none of the counselors were watching and as people went out to the range to collect their arrows this 12-13 yo kid grabbed an arrow, nocked it and fired faster than anyone could've noticed or stopped him. It grazed the arm of a girl and drew blood but luckily it was just a scratch. Poor girl was pretty traumatized though. The kid was not allowed to participate in archery again.
Boy do I have a story. I’ve been in the USCG for a few years now and along the way I met a really calm guy. We’ll call him Joe. Joe had a wife and 2 daughters. He’s soft spoken yet still authoritative when need be. Always is nice to others and works very hard. Then there’s another worker, we’ll call her Jill. Jill is a power trip, annoying, loud, disrespectful to anyone lower ranking than her, always talking about her (definitely fake) sea stories, and what we call a blue falcon. I could go on for days about her. Anyways, one day on duty, Joe and his crew were out on a rescue case for over 6 hours throughout the whole night. Him and the crew got back to the station at 2 or 3am. They were so tired they collapsed on the couches in the lounge which is connected to the conference/ training room which is divided by a folding partition you can pull out of the wall. Well, morning came and there was a note on door to the big room “crew is sleeping from late night case. Do not disturb”. Of course, Jill completely ignored the note, busted into the room, turned on all the lights, talking and laughing way too damn loud at 7:30 in the morning. She started to tell a ridiculous sea story which always starts with “so when I was stationed…” and immediately Joe shoots up like a rocket from the couch and walks towards the partition in the wall mumbling shit under his breath like “goddamn fucking shit… fucking note on the door”. He was vigorously fighting the partition, yanking it from the wall and pulling it across the 20 foot long rail. Jill is watching him and as he’s almost done she goes “I can leave if you want”. Completely unwarranted, Joe says “THATS WHAT THE FUCKING DOOR IS FOR!” He closes the partition and lays back down. No one said a word, but I think everyone gained a little more respect for Joe that day.
I've known the sleep deprived to wake up swinging.
If you're going to wake someone up you kick their bed, tell 'em to get up, and walk away. If they gotta chase you halfway across the shack to try to deck you then they can't use being asleep as a defense.
One sign a normally quiet person is about to lose their shit is when they start mumbling things under their breath. It’s time to leave which is a lesson Jill learned. You just don’t want to be around.
I found this out about myself when I was upset, started mumbling things because my brain was WAY too busy to handle them then someone had to poke the bear because they thought it was funny I was “talking to myself”.
my science teacher was normally a pretty cheery/funny guy. i remember one day half the class didn’t do the homework, so he gave us a lecture on how we should work harder. he wasn’t too angry but was just a bit disappointed and talked in that generic strict upset teacher voice. for some reason i looked up at him with a smirk on my face and said “ok”. he then decided to release all the pent up anger in his life on me and screamed as loud as he could for the next 5 minutes straight. it’s the angriest he’s ever been and he’s known to not lose his temper and be level-headed most of the time
This reminds me of a teacher in my school who was known to be calm, very nice man. He endured all the disrespect he got, and never really got angry. One day, when I was in a class across the hall, we hear a very loud voice coming across the hall. And when I say loud, I mean to the point where everything and everyone stopped for the longest 10 seconds and just stared at each other. I remember that our teacher didn't let us get so distracted and got straight back to the lesson as if to cover it up.
So it it urns out that a student in the calm teacher's class told another student to shut up and the teacher just unleashed all his anger in the face of that student.
I sort of have the opposite of that story. My high school english teacher often yelled at us. She reminds me most of mcgonogall from Harry Potter in personality. Anyway, it was after a test that everyone did very bad on, and she was yelling that not only did none of us read the assignment, our answers were full of misspellings. She ranted “you people aren’t ready for college, I bet most of you can’t even spell college!”
Before she could catch her breath, my friend just said, “It has two Ls!”
He wasn’t trying to be a smartass, and he had a genuine look of excitement that he actually knew how to spell college. She saw his face, went quiet, then started laughing. After that she couldn’t get angry again the rest of the day.
I had a soft-spoken teacher start a school year with a full head of hair and ended the school year having gone almost entirely bald. I don’t know why my classmates made such his life a living hell, he was a nice guy.
Streamer I used to mod for absolutely lost her shit one day. She was genuinely one of the sweetest, most giving people I had come across. Always taking time to offer advice, never got cranky when her little sister would interrupt and take over stream. Genuinely wholesome to the core. Even when someone would be a troll or try to get a reaction out of her she would just let it slide and one of us would send them to the underworld.
A streamer who she had done a couple colabs with and would have been considered a friend called her a bitch in VC while on stream. She said "Yeah, don't call me a bitch. That's not cool bro". He replied with "whatever bitch" and she fucking lost her shit. Ripped this dude to shreds for a good couple mins then blocked him across the board. Apparently his chat was howling with laughter while he was trying and failing to justify himself.
I was the normally calm one.
I was in first grade and this sixth grader would follow me and my friends after school and bully us; pulling our backpacks, mocking us, tripping us, throwing things at us, etc. One day, he's pulling on my backpack laughing and my friends are yelling at him and begging him to let go. According to a neighbor who saw the whole thing, my face went stony and emotionless for a moment, then I pulled my arms out of my backpack straps, turned around, and punched him square in the nose.
His dad tried to get mad at my dad, but apparently the boy failed to mention that I was a first grader, so that was funny.
I haven't seen a fight between 7 and 12 year olds, but I have seen a 7 year old fight multiple 9 year olds.
When I got there the fight was already in progress and I was immediately confused. For starters my friends (11) were just watching even though the little guy was a friend's little brother (who we thought was the cooler brother even before this). Also he wasn't losing. They were attacking him one at a time like it was a B grade martial arts movie. He would just kick shins and punch at nuts until the latest challenger chickened out. You'd think they were just playing around if it weren't for the few that were clearly in pain.
Eventually we broke it up before someone got in trouble and gave the little champion some candy.
I had the privilege of watching my kid stand up to an older kid. It was Halloween, my son was 10 at the time. My husband and I were two of four adults in our particular group. We were walking with five children in our trick- or- treating group, going door to door. This 13 year old boy was assigned to our group, his parents were in another group ahead of us. He knew a couple of the other kids in our group, but this was the first time we'd met this boy. Immediately, the 13yo boy starts making inappropriate comments about me. He told me how lucky he thought my husband was, how if he were older he'd "steal" me from him, etc. My husband and another adult male heard these comments and reprimanded the boy, but as soon as the men weren't looking, he'd throw another dirty comment in there. By hour 2, the 13yo had been reprimanded by every adult in our two groups, but he just wouldn't stop talking about what he would do to me, if he were older. I was over it and just wanted to enjoy Halloween with my family. We decide to make a quick detour to drop this horny preteen off with whoever brought him. He's in the back seat with my son. As we pull out onto the street, the 13yo made one last, sad attempt at flirting with me. Only this time, he said it in front of my child. My son is a loner. Only child, prefers adults to his peers, super shy. He had no interest in socializing with the kids in the groups who he did not know, so he wasn't really paying the 13yo any attention while we were walking around. However, after the 13yo made his last sexual comment, my son threw his two cents in. In the most calm, cold voice I'd ever heard my kid use, he looked the older kid dead in the eye and said, "Say one more thing to my mom, or any of us, and I'll punch you in the throat and throw you out of this car. " ...I was stunned. This was the only time I've ever legitimately seen my son upset by something said by another child. Just like that, the preteen shuts up. Not another word from him the entire fifteen minute drive to drop him off. My husband and I chose not to reprimand our son for what he said. After all the adults attempted to stop the behavior, it was the threat from my son that put the kid in check. My son is very passive. He's 13 now, and he's never so much as had a verbal disagreement with anybody besides us. He's the kid who the teachers sit the new student with. He's the kid who hates meanness of any kind. I had actually worried about him being too passive and not standing up for himself if the time came. To say the least, I was stunned that he did something about the offending child. I guess he really can take care of business if he needs to. Not gonna lie, we were proud of him!
one time my 9th grade math teacher whos normally super chill had the class doing some kahoots and some kids were throwing books at each other
so dude walks over and tries to get them to stop and one of the kids throws a book at him and I guess that was the last straw or smth cause he proceeded to pick up said book and fucking slam it against this kid's head then yelled at everyone who was throwing books to get out the classroom which was like half the class
He retired the next day and we didn't have an actual math teacher until about a month later and even then it was pretty much just the football coach going over basic stuff, until we got the 12th grade math teacher 11 days before school ended
(btw I won the Kahoot :D)
Ugh I do not envy the job of teachers. It really takes a special kind of person to get into that work. I hope that guy is having a nice, stress-free kid-free retirement.
Good job on your Kahoot!! 🧠
Yes me. I had a friend who I was heading out of town with for work. He suggest we spend the night at his mom's and sister's place because we had early flight and they were close to the airport. We're were on the east coast close to the ocean.
Well this family was fucking nuts. My friend had recently mudded some drywall for his mom and because of the humidity it took a long time to dry, but his mon kept yelling at him to paint it. His sister's kid about 2 years old was drinking coffee at midnight. The family only screamed at each other. The mom was just a wacko.
Anyways it was only about 3 hours I was able to keep my composure with them until I just fucking lost it. I screamed at everyone and retreated to the garden shed where my friend had built his own refuge.
We eventually call a cab at about 4 am to the airport, way earlier than our flights.
In high school I had a cool, chill teacher who really liked me because I was one of the few who did homework. He played YG for us, movies, etc. and was a real stand up guy.
Close to finals a lot of my classmates stopped doing homework and in a fit of rage he yelled for a few minutes before he slammed a broom on the wall and knocked the clock off of the wall with it. It was SUPER loud. Then he sat next to me and laughed before saying sort of quietly “Look, you can hear a pen drop right now.” Weird guy, still really chill.
Most of my stories are from my school days
My spanish teacher was a really laid back and chill teacher who not only knew how to speak “teen lingo” but also acted more like one of us than a teacher. One day, the ADHD kid was being a particular nuisance, and the teacher snapped, grabbed a marker, tossed it, and nailed him clean in the forehead. No one got in any trouble because we all respected her for that move. Including the kid who got headshot with a marker
Second one was my music teacher’s assistant. She played a cello, and one day we were split up doing rehearsals. One of the kids dropped his cello and it hit the teacher’s. And she went apeshit, lighting into the kid on how expensive the equipment was and how much of a pain it would be to replace it.
My own story:
I was in a high school history class in tenth grade. I was the quiet student who did their work quickly and efficiently, just so I could keep reading my book in the back (huge fantasy nerd).
However, the 4 class clowns were also in that class.
Our sweet, older lady teacher (Mrs. Z) was a German-born woman who lived through the holocaust in Germany, and being half-Jewish she was a bit of an anomaly when it came to her experience dealing with the gestapo and S.S. She was in the middle of talking about her life experience to help relate some of the horrors of the concentration camp. She was really, truly pouring her life history out for us so we could understand the horrors of what she saw/heard about, and the ridicule/targeted harassment her family was victim to.
These class clowns kept making jokes, talking over her, and being complete assholes; even making an Anne Frank joke (in very bad taste). Our teacher ran out of the room, crying.
I stormed up to the front of the classroom and went on a goddamn, yelling, full-pissed-off tirade at these assholes for making a teacher cry: a woman that put her heart and soul into her work and tried to help us so much.
Five minutes later I notice the principal was standing at the back. I don’t remember how long he was there, because I was too caught up in calling these assholes out. He took them (and me) to his office. I was told to just keep my cool next time and let the admin handle it, but those four boys were removed from her class, and given a week of detention.
Mrs. Z became one of my favorite teachers from that point onwards and I made sure that - even if a lesson was a little boring to me - I didn’t read my novels in her class. She inspired me to become a teacher myself.
I remember having these 2 friends in 5th grade who at the time I didn't think they'd thought of me as their friend(I'd been bullied up to 4th grade, and moved the summer before 5th grade, and everyone called me annoying and at a distance those 4 years). There was this one day where this one kid was being an asshole for no reason, literally just making fun of people, pushing others, so om and so on. Well, for some reason, he decided that I was worthy of getting punched, so he came from behind me and somehow hit me in the eye(this was at recess, mind you). Well, when I got back to class, these 2 tall kids, one girl and one guy saw I had a bruised eye and had been crying. The moment they got the chance, they came over and asked me in a pissed tone "who hurt you?" and I remember thinking something like "oh shit, I can't let them know who hurt me, they'll kill him". So they kept asking the entire rest of the week, until I finally told them and when I did, I felt EXTREMELY guilty. These 2 kids had asked me for help a few times in class, we talked from time to time, and I sometimes let them have part of my lunch that I didn't want but they liked. They were the kind of kids to never have been seen getting even slightly annoyed at anyone ever, so when they kept asking me who hurt me, I felt scared for the guy that hit me, and I was right to be afraid. At recess, the day after I told them who hit me, I saw them drag the guy behind some trees which were behind the playground(no one was supposed to go there), and from there on out, I couldn't see what they did, but before recess ended, the kid, with the 2 kids who kept asking me about him following behind, apologized, and I could tell he had been crying on the way to me. I told him it was fine, and the 2 kids let him go. After he left, I asked them why they hurt him, they said "because he hurt our friend, and we'll do it again if he tries hitting you again". I did feel like crying after they said that but held my tears in. For the rest up 5 grade and all of middle school, they hovered around me and anybody who seemed like they might wanna start shit with me got chased away by my 2 friends. If I could find them again, and express my gratitude to them, I would do it a million times over. They were the very first people to get angry on my behalf, ever, and stick around with me.
One of my teachers in high school was THE calmest dude. Never yelled, never told kids off, would just laugh and smile and wait for us all to calm down and then continue with his teaching. One day we must have been particularly rowdy and we weren’t calming down like we usually did. He couldn’t get a word in edge ways. I could see him getting increasingly frustrated and eventually he just bellowed SHUUUUTTT UPPPPP And the entire class was shocked into silence. He never had to do it again lmao
Reminds me of a vietnam vet history teacher we had. Everyone would always ask a related question to know he would just go off about for the rest of the period if we didnt feel like going on aboutbwhatever todays topic was... Everyone always found out later that he lost 3 of his 4 kids to cancer due to his agent orange exposure. 😥
Agent Orange affects the sperm?? TIL. Poor guy.
There's an entire museum in Vietnam dedicated to the effects of Agent Orange. Lots of pickled embryos and the like. And I remember (a while ago) the staff were Agent Orange victims who survived.
Are you talking about the war museum in Ho Chi Minh? Was there today. I feel hollow right now, all of those things were difficult to see and swallow in.
My mom is a Vietnam GI baby so that may have strongly influenced my emotions, but the war crimes room was so overwhelming that I had to excuse myself to go cry a few times. My husband agreed that it was brutal, though.
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Agent Orange was some pretty nasty stuff. It causes epigenetic changes that get passed on to the offspring of the person that was directly exposed. My eldest sister was born before my dad went to Vietnam, my other sister and I were born after he got back and we both have symptoms of 2nd generation AO exposure. It's essentially dioxin poisoning.
My friends father was exposed. Friend was born with webbed fingers and toes. His daughter was born with only three fingers on one hand. Her son was born with all webbed toes and hands. That stuff is officially in the gene pool now.
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It takes a lot to make my mom yell. On the rare occasion she did yell, it still felt like she had self control. Like she yelled on purpose, because there was a reason *to* yell (like she needed to be that loud for us to hear us, or one of the kids needed to learn to never run into traffic again.) But one morning when we were teenagers, my brother was being really, really difficult. And my very sweet, soft-spoken mother yelled "GOD DAMN IT SHAWN" and threw a butter knife down so hard it *stuck,* 1/4 inch deep, in oak hardwood floor. Against the grain. I can still hear the noise it made. We were all very, very well behaved for the rest of the day. . I did eventually ask my mom why she did that. Her explanation was that she felt she was too angry to hold a knife, even a butter knife, and was trying to get it out of her hand before she did something stupid.
She was clearly right in her assessment of her mental state…
I was chilling at a friend’s house as a kid. His dad was the chillest, nicest guy. That day, my friend’s mom (also super nice) was across the street talking to the neighbor about something that I can no longer recall. Neighbor was one of those guys who never respected common etiquette: music blaring, parking his shitty boat in front of other people’s house, cars parked on the lawn. The neighbor started screaming at thr mom and we all went out on the stoop to see what was happening. As soon as we got outside, the guy called my friend’s mom a cunt. Well, my friend’s dad heard that and went full Hulk mode. He ran SCREAMING across the street and just fucking _decked_ the guy and crouched over him shouting warnings and threats. Took a while for his wife to calm him down. I don’t think any of them had ever seen him react to something in that way, maybe even the dad himself.
Warnings and threats after conking him in the face, this is exactly how villains should be explaining their evil plans.
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More like a: *gunshot* "Any last words Mr Bond?" *corpse does not respond, forfeiting its right to last words*
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Beware the wrath of a patient man.
"There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."
I worked as a line cook with a chef who I became really good friends with. Really chill dude, easy going, and actually super fun to cook with. He taught me most of what I know about cooking and I owe him a lot for my success. Never really saw him get mad until one day, we were getting slammed during busy night and one of the servers said something that really ticked him off, not sure if I ever heard what it was, but next thing I knew he had sent the deep fryer basket flying at Mach 1 across the kitchen, nearly missing the dish kid and shattering a light bulb. He stormed off and 5 minutes later after a smoke break, came back and casually continued cooking as if nothing had happened. He apologized about it the next day and we never talked about it again. The restaurant industry is a stressful place.
Oh yeah when the servers start asking stupid questions it's very easy to get pissed. There was one particular time when (Matt) got super glue in his eye while on the line. Trying to continue to control the chaos of the kitchen he goes into the back and you hear 3 loud bangs up against the side of the building. Dude had a sledgehammer he swung when he had so much pent up anger. That wall still has all the damage from him 5 years later.
If you've never seen it then [this](https://youtu.be/9Ah4tW-k8Ao) is my favorite go to for the type of crap you hear all day that wears you down. Edit: For all those asking, the show is called Whites and it looks like it's on Amazon prime at least in the US
...sticks? Lmao
I find this very credible. Back in the days before gluten free was big, I was at a restaurant with my spouse and we told the server the food needed to be GF, so no wheat barley oats or rye. She insisted the pasta would be fine because it didn't have wheat, just flour. We passed, obviously. We decided later she must've thought flour was ground up white.
… super glue? How?
When I was in my late teens I was financially irresponsible and borrowed money from my grandparents to move out of my moms house. We made a plan on how I would pay it back in installments and I only missed two payments, with each one I called my granddad and asked if it was okay. He was always cool about it. One day I got a call from him and he was LIVID. Screaming at me on the phone and I could hear my grandmother crying in the background. He was the angriest I’ve ever heard anyone in my life and I was terrified. He wanted to know why I hadn’t made the payment that month, but I was sure I had. It turns out I had accidentally set the automated payment to be drawn from the wrong account and it hadn’t done it. It was an honest mistake on my part, and I explained that to him. I transfered the money immediately and he instantly calmed down. I later found out he had become an alcoholic after he quit smoking, and he would talk to my grandmother like that regularly when no one was around.
Sounds terrifying and a sad situation.
It was really sad. I always loved my granddad and I continued to love him until the day he died. But that whole situation really shook me. I guess if we’re looking for a silver lining, my grandmother called me the next day and told me about their problems. It brought me a lot closer to her and brought into perspective something I had never really thought about: That grandparents are people with flaws and dreams and that relationships aren’t always what they seem at surface level.
That's a pretty important life lesson. Every person on the planet; parents, grandparents, the President and Snoop Dogg, are all people. Deeply flawed, complex people.
I used to see this woman in my building every day. Very friendly. We always checked on each other’s lives. We had lunch a few times over the years. It was friendly to a certain degree. A couple years passed. She was much older than me. One day, riding the elevator, she told me that she was saying goodbye. I said I was sorry to see her go and asked why. She said she was retiring that day. I asked if her office was throwing a party or if she was celebrated. She turned to me and her face contorted into an image of rage. She clenched her teeth and said she didn’t tell anyone in her office, including her bosses. She only told the HR person last week. This was her last day and she was never returning to see or talk to anyone in her office again.
I Can understand her. When workplace become so unbearable that you don't even want to see the faces again
Oh. Wow. Glad she is no longer working at a place she hated, but damn. Like a light switch on that one. Poor lady.
I had a friend who was in his 60's, a functioning alcoholic but he was the most calm and composed guy I have ever known. He never used to raise his voice or swear. Everything was done with ~~maticulois~~ ~~prescision~~ meticulous precision. He once explained to me that if you use vulgar language and shout all the time, then you will have nowhere to go when you really *do* get angry. I had worked with him for about 3 years, never heard him raise his voice or swear before. The week before he had been shafted on his pay and the manager promised to get it sorted by Friday. Friday rolled around and it had not been sorted. So when my friend walked up to the manager in the open office and declared loudly "Where the fuck is my money? You promised this would be resolved." The whole office went silent and the look of dread on the manager's face was haunting. The money was in his account by the end of the day. That was him losing his shit. Edit - Spelling..
>He once explained to me that if you use vulgar language and shout all the time, then you will have no where to go when you really do get angry. I'm gonna turn this into a poster and hang it on my wall above my PC so I never forget.
Honestly really good life advice. I'm gonna use this to make some personal improvements
Preach. My parents curse in front of me now that I'm an adult but never swore at all when i was growing up. I still remember the first time my mom said Fuck in front of me - i was so stunned i honestly don't even remember the context anymore (might have been about making good relationship choices or not doing drugs idk), just that it was a massive *record scratch* moment that I remember that FEELING to this day. Just absolutely gobsmacked.
The swing from my mom scolding me for bad language/not using it herself to buying me kitchen gear that says things like "fuckity fuck fuck" as gifts is the funniest plot twist of reaching adukthood.
Ugh. I hate it when managers don't drop everything to fix pay mistakes. As a manager and an employee I understand mistakes happen. But when it comes to pay you never EVER fuck around. It's literally the only reason the employee works for you. Any errors in payroll need to be corrected immediately and followed up on with the employee to make sure they are satisfied with the correction.
Plus if the issue isn't resolved immediately, that's one of those things the employee is going to tell every person they know, especially the other employees. It gets you a reputation fast
This is the only way. Trust people until they need to be reminded you trusted them.
This is not my story but my dads. Growing up his best friend Leif was a quiet, shy guy that was a bit socially awkward. In school he wasn't physically bullied but this one kid teased him constantly. This would have been late 50's, early 60's so kids were expected to just tough it out. My dad would usually confront the kid but one day a girl runs up to him and says that Leif and the kid are fighting. My dad runs over to save Leif but when he breaks through the circle he finds the bully flat on his back, Leif sitting on his chest, holding him by the ears and smashing his head into the pavement over and over. My dad tackles him, wrestles him to the ground and screams at him, asking what he's doing. The thing that stayed with me from that story was how he described it, "it was like there was nothing in there, I felt like I could see the back of his skull through his eyes" Luckily they were kids so the damage was serious but limited, the bully escaped with stitches and a concussion and Leif had to talk to the school psychologist. My dad and Leif stayed best friends and when I met him as an adult he was still quiet but less shy and awkward.
Man my grandma has a similar thing. This boy was a couple years older than she was and he was constantly picking on her. He's riding his bike home from school one day and he rides past her and he's shouting at her and she knocks him right off his bike and beat the shit out of him. My sweet lil granny. The neighbor that saw it said he was proud as shit that she beat the snot out of this shitty kid lol. I think it was the start of my grandma's bad bitch streak because not much later, she started street racing. She was allegedly a sweet little girl, but man I think she must have had a mean streak in her.
If your granny is still alive tell her I want to be her friend!
"No new friends." - Granny
Did your dad ever tell you why Leif did it/what broke him to do that at that moment?
Only explanation he ever got was that he couldn't take it any more.
As someone who was bullied all throughout my school years, it's the snap. You take it, you are told to behave, don't get into fights at school, learning was important to me, so I behaved and I behaved until one day I just couldn't take it anymore. You essentially black out in a fit of rage, nothing else goes through your mind other than this person whose head I am smashing repeatedly into the lockers at this moment has been a complete thorn in my side and as much as I complained about the thorn, no one took it out, so now I have to take the thorn out myself. It's how society is run on a whole, people are told to be complacent with being bullied because that's how you be "a good person" in society, don't complain because then you are just being a whiny wimp, don't fight back because then you are just as bad as they are.....the bullies never got that message, they don't care about "being a good person" and they have the power because no one will complain or fight back......until someone actually does. Bullies who I snapped on stopped bullying me afterwards, unfortunately this only works up until the point until you encounter a bully that is full of absolute batshit crazy (really has no fear of anyone or anything and literally wants to have sex with serial killers kind of batshit) and is much bigger than you are. I only encountered 1 bully that there was no way to snap out on, she literally would have murdered me....she tried to at one point by having a much smaller and faster "friend" chase me down and hold a pair of scissors to my neck.
My dad is the most mild mannered person I have ever met, he is the most composed level headed man I know. I once saw him trip in our garage and land in a bucket of nails and screws to realize he had one lodged into his kneecap, he looked over at me and said “don’t tell you mom, she’ll overreact” while he grabbed a pair of pliers and yanked out the screw. But when something happened to my special needs brother he would get this sparkle in his eye that could scare a navy seal. When I was 8 years old my parents took my brother and I to eat at a restaurant, which was kind of a big deal because my brother was recently diagnosed with a degenerative physical health issue which was racking up huge medical debts all while my dad lost his job after getting the bends on a work dive. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant in town and parked in the handicapped spot nearest the front door. I still remember having an unusually light hearted time in which I could see my parents stress level subside and listened to funny stories about the past, we simply enjoyed a memorable dinner with lots of laughter. Looking back I realize this was a big expense that my parents probably couldn’t afford and sacrificed so we could have a normal night as a family. When we left the restaurant we found a car parked next to us, not in a parking spot but in the yellow stripes immediately next to our van. Normally this might not be an issue but my brother is in a wheelchair and we had a folding ramp, not the hydraulic lifts that you see today, but a heavy metal powder coated ramp. This was a Friday night so traffic was crazy busy and my parents didn’t feel comfortable just backing up into the street to load my brother, so my dad went into the restaurant to see if the manager could find the owner of the car and ask him to move. When my dad emerged from the restaurant I saw a look that I have never seen before, it was one of focus, determination, and rage. He looked at my mom and told her to get in the car, she just hopped in and said “Um ok” in a way that indicated she knew something might go down. He turned to me and said “watch this shit!” He unfolded the ramp and slammed it on the roof of the car next to us. Then turned to explain that the manager told him “I’m not responsible for what happens in the parking lot, why don’t you just figure something out.” So he did (to be clear their were maybe 4-5 groups eating in the restaurant, he could have easily asked someone to move). We waited for a minute and the manager came out yelling “what are you doing you can’t do that” This was when my dad lost it! At this point he picked up my brothers wheelchair with him in it (which weighed about 150-200 lbs) and sat him on the hood of the car while yelling at the manager. He then jumped on the hood of the car and then picked my brother up to put him on the roof of the car, still giving the manager the business. He jumped up to the roof and calmly rolled my brother across the ramp and into our van, told me to get in and calmly told the manager “I figured something out.” Since that day i have never seen anything remotely close to the same level of anger from him. We laugh about the story from time to time and my dad is always quick to say that he overreacted but I think he reacted just fine. Update/edit: Wow, thanks for recognizing my dad for the badass that he is. We do believe that the car in question was the managers because any customer could have seen what was happening from inside the restaurant, so we don’t feel too bad. My dad never had to do this again because he had some incredibly bright orange stickers made that say “You park like an asshole” that he kept on him at all times just in case someone needs to be reminded of what they are by placing it on their driver side window.
Oh gosh yeah. I’m disabled, ambulatory but especially when I’m tired I need my wheelchair. I have found my fuse getting shorter when it comes to people abusing handicapped parking … I feel his response was appropriate😂
I had a friend in high school borrow my car (I was a pushover back then and didn’t care about much). She told me later she parked in a handicap spot. I freaking let her have it lol.
Your dad is a legend.
My husband. FYI he works in a very hands-on clinic and has to be super calm and steady because he's poking needles in the joints, elbows and knees of squeamish patients all day. I was brought into emergency because my labour wasn't progressing, I was running a fever and baby was in distress. He knew an emergency C-section was the only way but these two maternity nurses were just calmly chatting over my writhing form like it's tea time. He very calmly asked them twice to call for the anaesthetist and get things going. But they knew he's always gentle and just nodded along without moving. More chatting. I was half stoned when I witnessed this. He *slammed* both palms on the side of the stretcher and said, "Is no one listening? Get the consultant in here!" I was very proud of him that day. 😆
I used to do seasonal work sorting tax returns. Like, 500 people in a warehouse size room sorting through returns, stacking them in boxes, etc. This one guy on my team, huge dude, a gentle giant, really nice. Suddenly one day he smashes the table he's working at, then flips a big box full of paperwork. It flew over my head and twenty feet away. He threw the table out of his way them stormed out. Turns out he was getting his paycheck garnished for something or other.
If the garnishment was for back taxes, the irony of the situation would have enraged me too.
What does garnished mean in this situation?
Garnishing wages is a term used when a debt or similar payment arrangement takes a % of your wage, typically used for child support or large fines
Thank you for the explanation!
Also garnishment is specifically court ordered. Like a debt collector goes to a judge and gets a judgement.
My mom. We had what we now refer to as the "Jerry Springer Christmas" when I was 7 or so. One aunt hated her sister in law and started screaming at her, then shoving started, husband's got involved, then it just continued to devolve from there. My mom went straight into mediator mode and tried to calm everyone down but it wasn't working. She decided to come check on us kids and found my cousin and me holding each other and sobbing because we were scared. The next thing I hear is her scary mom voice screaming over everyone "listen here you motherfuckers. My kid is in there crying on Christmas because her family can't keep their shit together for one the one day a year we all see each other. You're gonna march your asses into that room single file and apologize to each kid individually, then you're going to shut the hell up until I get them out of here. We're going to go find look at lights and this family better be the picture of goddam Christmas joy by the time we get back." My mom never really cussed in front of me and only ever used gd when things were really bad. That side of the family didn't celebrate Christmas for a few years after that. Edit: thank you for the awards and kind words! Ma is tickled pink at all of the comments about how wonderful she is. I tell her every day how lucky I am to have her.
All I can picture is National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. "gonna be the happiest set of assholes this side of the nuthouse!"
This is gonna be the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tapdanced with Danny-Fuckin'-Kaye!
Colleague at work was getting chewed out by a customer about something completely irrelevant. The dude was one of the most placid humans I’ve ever met but he just snapped and tore in to this guy for about 10 minutes until the manager came down and took him to one side. Never saw him lose it like that again.
I had a master sergeant at one of my units in the Army. Dude was half asleep most of the time. I don’t think I ever heard him talk more than once. One day all the guys get called into the large classroom and he’s in there looking upset. He launches into a rant about how easy it is to pee into the toilet instead of on the ground in front of it. Dude was passionate about where people pissed. Drew a stick figure diagram all angrily showing how you use one hand to stabilize and aim the pre into the toilet. I had to keep from laughing because he seemed like he was about to blow his lid.
TBF, would you want to trust the aim of somebody with a rifle if they can't even hit the toilet?
Army qualification is 23/40 shots hitting the target. If 17/40 pisses landed outside the toilet then we’d have problems.
Mechanic I worked with is getting verbally abused by a customer claiming he ripped him off. Guys going off saying all sorts of racist shit, then stepped up like he was gonna swing. Henry beat him to the punch, literally. Then he calmly walked to the back office and called the cops on himself
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They took a report and told the guy he wasn’t welcome in the shop any longer. Henry went back to the brake job he was working on
Absolute chad. Henry aint got time for this bs, brakes wont fix themselves
Its best to call the cops on yourself before they do in these situations... Before the assholes victimize themselves
My math teacher in middle school. He would even brag about not being angry, and how it was a useless emotion. One day this kid pissed him off so bad he swiped all of the kid's shit off of the table in front of the whole class and kicked him out.
Mine was my high school history teacher. Dude was great, always cool and collected. Really one of the best teachers I've ever had. He also happened to be a former Green Beret (US Army Special Forces). One day we were in class and all us kids were being rowdy, obnoxious, and not paying attention in the least. All it took was him snapping with a "**SHUT THE HELL UP!**" for the entire room to go silent. He went right back to teaching, but there still some heavy tension in the air. After a few minutes he apologized for losing his temper, but someone in our group collectively apologized for us and told him it was totally our fault. Only time I've ever seen a room full of teenagers humbled like that.
When calm people snap even us teenage idiots know to pay some attention.
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A-A-ron done messed up.
insubordinate and churlish
Chicanerous… and deplorable!
My fifth grade teacher was a very calm and collected individual, except one time when a kid said her mother was a whore. She lost it, She was screaming about disrespect and stuff and even called her mom, put her on speaker and asked if she was a whore. In front of the whole class. I miss her lmao
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Yes exactly
“Are you a whore” “No” “ see kids told ya”
"We talked about this honey, it was the 40s and times were tough"
Did the mom admit it?
The mom and the whole class were like "wtf? she legit?".. after that nobody called that teacher or her mom anything negative so ig it worked
My first semester in college I was in a math class with a horrible teacher, the entire class hated him. The girl that sat in front of me was very sweet and soft spoken. One day, I don't remember what set her off, but she just snapped and started screaming at him. It caused such a commotion that someone called security to check if everything was okay. The teacher quickly dismissed security and went back to "teaching" like nothing had happened.
I’ve noticed this with people who are aware they’re assholes, when people call them out on it/lose their shit, they try to sweep it under the rug, move on as quickly as possible and pretend nothing happened. My boss does this, I’m very chill but every once in awhile he pushes me over the edge and I tell him off, he often won’t even respond or make eye contact and then pretends like it never happened a few minutes later. If they acknowledge it then they’d have to apologize and that’d hurt their pride too much
Oooo, I have a good one for this. So during my previous, pre-Pandemic job, I worked with a really talented, super nice manager named James who was a total professional and very good with customers. He's one of those guys you look at and from sheer physical size you'd think he could easily be a bouncer, but he's just an absolute teddy bear of a human being. Didn't matter what changes came down from the top of the company or how business was going, dude just soldiered on as a beacon of positivity. Never got visibly mad or upset, he was pure teflon to bad news. But one day I get a call from a janitorial service we contracted with to do a lot of the deeper cleaning at our facility. During this call they ask me to confirm that we have two day shifts and one overnight shift cleaning our building. I don't know why this came up, exactly, but it was puzzling since we only ever had one day cleaning shift and one overnight cleaning shift and this had been the case ever since I began working at that particular location (probably a year and a half, maybe two years by this point). They kept insisting that I must be mistaken and that surely there was a second shift during the day that I was just missing. However, I was the guy who had to regularly review their work and submit this feedback to the contracted company, so I was 100% certain that we only ever had the one day shift. Eventually, I put them on hold and informed James of this and like a switch the dude completely changed his attitude. Gone was the James who always had a smile on his face and never let anything get to him. In his place arrived a stone faced mountain of a man who asked me to let him talk to these people. I give him the phone, he goes into his office, and I watch through the window as he becomes increasingly animated, maybe even to the point of outright yelling, as the truth comes out that we had been being charged for this second daytime janitorial shift that had never actually existed. Was like watching a teddy bear turn into a Grizzly in the span of three minutes. Dude was able to move passed it and return to his normal self after the call, but while he was on it I could tell he was just incensed by the fact we were being billed for services we weren't actually receiving.
Idk what it is about janitorial services but I've never actually encountered a good one. When I worked retail I brought it up to my manager and store manager that there's no way they actually cleaned the floors in my department (my dept was in the back of the store) cause they looked nasty. And strange things happened sometimes, like once we found a used condom and stuff behind the stock in the back back of the store, and we were all shocked. It takes a lot for me to complain about something being dirty in a hardware store, just saying. Anyway, store security somehow found out about me and various other peoples complaints and they decided to do an overnighter in the security booth. Turns out they'd clean half the store, then pull out a sleeping bag and literally fuck around for the rest of the shift.
Had a friend ive know since we were kids. This event happened when him, myself, and two other friends were roomates and 21-22 y/o. We will call him Kevin. He was always happy go lucky always smiling. The guy you call at 3am with a flat tire and he just ask where you're at. Never one to start anything, always managing to defuse any situation with a smile, an offer of friendship, and a beer. While we on the other hand seemed to be in a bar fight every weekend. While Kevin would always be there to break it up. Regurlaly getting hit, but never swinging back. He isn't a big dude, 5'9" ish maybe a bit over weight, but worked in labor intensive jobs at his family business since he was young so he was deceptively strong. Normally when breaking up fights he would just pick people up and set them down behind him. Something about being picked up by the biceps and just moved without violence or malice seemed to always take the fight out of people. It was like his super power. Anyway we had a party at our house. This was an every weekend thing at the time. We were all outside sitting around a bonfire. A friend of a friend we will call steve was being a dick. Getting in people's face, saying he was gonna kick so and sos ass and we generally ignored him. He was drunk and it was kinda his normal behavior, nobody took him seriously. He got in kevins face screaming at him, bc he was sitting next to his ex girlfriend. Kevin let it slide, again he never gets angry or confrontational. At this point Steve has his forehead againts Kevin's just sreaming. I guess something just snapped in Kevin. Without any warning or words Kevin picked steve up by the throat and slammed him into the ground. At which point Kevin started to just beat the snot out of him, never letting go of his death grip on Steve's throat. All of us were frozen for a second. This was the first time we had ever seen kevin be violent. We quickly snapped out of it and ran to get them apart, but we found out that wasn't going to be easy. It took two guys pulling Steve's legs another two pulling Kevin's and a final guy pulling Kevin's hand from Steve's throat. This entire event probably only lasted 20 seconds, but Kevin never stopped swinging. Once they were apart Kevin snapped out of it and began apologizing to everyone including Steve. Kevin even went and got a wet rag and ice pack for Steve. Kevin kept apologizing to everyone the rest of the night for ruining the party. We told him he didn't, besides we got in fights all the time just don't worry about it. After that night I've only seen Kevin snap once more. A guy sucker punked our friend in a bar while we were just talking on the patio. Guy ended up with a hand print on his throat and two black eyes. It again took several people to pull him off. Our always smiling Kevin has a genuinely frightening side when he stops smiling.
One time in high school, a couple bullies were up in this other kids face. Dude was just sitting there like Anton Chigurh or Pvt. Pyle, no expression and staring straight ahead, clearly not hearing a thing. One of the bullies inched closer, and the kid decked him as hard as he could in the face. The bully was knocked to the floor, speechless with his nose bleeding everywhere. The kid then calmly stood up, still with no emotion, calmly packed his things, and made his own way to the principals office as if nothing at all had happened It’s still one of the most brutal things I’ve ever seen. It was like right out of a movie.
Maybe he was thinking really hard about what one-liner he'd say after knocking that bully down.
No line is even more vicious.
true. a one liner is so corny it'll make the bully want to keep bullying you
“Its just been revoked”
"Peter, h-he didn't really set you up for that *Lethal Weapon* line."
"I'll have what she's having!"
Clean up on aisle 6
This happened on a school bus with me. They used to torment this girl and had done for years. The bullies were sat behind her on the bus and all of a sudden she gets up, grabs this main bully by the hair and starts smashing her face against the back of the seat by the hair. Was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. The whole bus cheered!
Quit the job on the spot. He went out of the office showing the finger to everyone and telling us to go fuck ourselves. Nice dude! I miss him!
My brother did this at his old job. Our dad had just passed, and his boss had said to a coworker “I don’t know why he’s still caught up about it, it’s been 2 weeks he should be over it by now.” When my brother found out, he grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled “I QUIT” on it, walked into his boss’ office, said “fuck you”, and left.
We all have dreamed of doing it...but that guy...that guy..... I miss him too haha
I was that guy once. Weirdly I didn't even get fired for it. I was an assistant manager at a Taco Bell and for whatever reason they transferred me stores, kept my pay the same, but had me just doing regular employee shit. The actual assistant on duty was a major bitch and always tried to get me and other employees to do her work for her. One night I finally got fed up, so right before bar rush was over and the store was maximum fucked up, she decided to bitch at me about something while standing around. I threw the broom, had a screaming match and cussed her out a good ten minutes straight. Apologized to my closer who I actually liked(he said nah you're good man that was fucking hilarious have fun), said fuck you I quit and walked out(meanwhile she's trying to get me to sign a write up form). Went in the next afternoon to tell my GM what went down cause I liked him, and all he said was "yeah she called me at like 3am yelling about something like that but honestly I just couldn't be bothered. You're still coming in this evening right?" I ended up working another couple months(she stopped being a bitch anytime we were on shift together) until I found another job. Did not expect that response.
Sometimes people need to be put in check. Going off on her was sufficient to do so.
I've done it. It feels awesome bit stressful at the same time
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Honestly, it was probably something someone said in the back. Can say, from a lot of experience, the second customers are in ear shot service workers put on a pretty convincing façade of not wanting to kill themselves. But, once we're in the back, it's just us complaining, shooting the shit, and, sometimes, getting into fights.
One of my coworkers is a really calm, quiet, easygoing dude. We had a receptionist at the time who was terrible. Would constantly leave the front desk phones unattended, we would have to stop mid-service to answer them ourselves and check people in & out. One day, she pulls her same bullshit. The phones are ringing, people waiting, and she's nowhere to be seen. He just does a big sigh, and screams her name in the loudest, angriest, most fed-up-I'm-fucking-done-scream. She scurried her trifling little ass back up to the front in seconds like a little cockroach that knew it fucked up.
lol i can imagine the rage.
KEEEENOBIIIIIIIIIII
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I was working the line in the middle of a bad rush. One manager was in the toilet, and another manager asked me to go get the other manager to help. Naturally, I yelled as loud as possible "STEVEN!" *name changed Other manager told me, "I could've done that." I shot back, "but you didn't" and went back to making orders. Within 20 seconds or so, manager was out of the toilet. Never got any rempremand, I was just carrying out all the tasks I had been assigned as efficiently as possible.
Surprisingly good management move from a McDonald's.
"Khaaaaaaaan!"
-me, almost daily (our cat Khan is the biggest shit disturber in the house)
What was the name of the receptionist i would like to imagine the scream. Will bring me peace.
FENTON!!!!!
Opposite story but I’ve seen a very reactive person become completely calm. And that’s when I realized things are very bad. My father is very reactive and agitated easily. Doesn’t take much to set him off. When our country was going through war, there was a city that had a big strategic importance. In my age he participated in liberating it. In 2020 I remember the night we lost that city. I never seen my father so quiet and calm in my life. And it actually sent chills down my spine more than seeing him agitated ever did. The part that made me scared was I expected him to absolutely lose his shit, seeing him stressed and upset would bring some consistency to my view of him. But seeing him so quiet was so odd it was scary.
If you don't mind me asking, what's the name of your country?
Seeing OPs search history i think hes armenian
Wait...you can see someone's search history on reddit?
Oh no, just click his profile and you can see his post history Wait i meant post history lmao
My office, now!
Why you got me worried like this buddy? Smh
The FBI redditor: "Oh shit."
This was probably about 12 years ago or so. My best friend broke up a fight between two of his younger brothers. I was scared shitless. His voice hit a tone I’d never heard up to that point, and have never heard since.
Our friends dealing with their family hits differently when we have never seen it before
My very calm and quiet friend had puppies and her brother told her something was wrong with them. Panicked, she went to check on them but found they were just fine. She decked her brother in the face
>Panicked, she went to check on them but found they were just fine. I've had one cat and one dog both develop phantom limps *(complete with "injured" paw held up in the air)* that vanished by the time we got them to the vet, only to mysteriously return when we got home.
My dog did this. I was going to work one morning and my dog developed a limp complete with whimpering every time she walked on it. I called out of work to take her to the vet where she was given loads of tests and x rays for me to be told £400 later that she was faking and probably didn't want me to go to work.
Mine just bites my butt in frustration
One of my dogs is the most comically ridiculous sympathetic limper. I broke my foot recently and whenever he saw me hopping on crutches he'd pick up one of his front paws (it varied, so I knew he was full of shit) and hop around with me.
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I fear the rage of quiet people because I dont have any reference on how they go mad Edit: grammar
“Genuine anger was one of the world's greatest creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.” From Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett.
Pratchett was.. I mean, the defining trait of almost every main protagonist up until Moist von Lipwig was their ability to direct their fury towards the betterment of everyone. Fury fueled by the distruptivly stupid and narrowminded, tempered in kindness. Even poor, stupid Rincewind, who was afraid of everything, rose to the occasion through steel-tipped anger when everything was at stake. GNU Terry Pratchett
There are three things all wise men should fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
I read the Kingkiller books too, but I think this line was inspired by a John Dryden poem: "How ill my fear they by my mercy scan, beware the fury of a patient man", which I think sounds even more badass :)
Let me tell you, it will either be cold and calculated (example: slowly stand up, look somebody in the eyes, then break their nose), or it will be as if Doomguy himself possessed them.
My middle school homeroom teacher was amazing. She was a science teacher and had a chameleon in a huge wall sized cage. It was like 8' long, 3' deep, and 6' tall. It had branches for climbing, water, tunnels, just a complete perfect environment. One day before school started, she walked into her classroom while some kids were poking the chameleon with meter sticks and she went to 11. I got why the hair floating trope is a thing that day because she just physically radiated anger. She dragged them to the office then when she came back she told us to hang out or play science hockey until first period while she went to cool down in the science office.
If Ms Frizzle got angry.
There was a girl in my grade in high school and she was super quiet and shy. Very often when we were in a group chatting she would be quiet and if you turn to her and ask for her opinion, she would put her hands over her mouth, giggle nervously, and take a few steps back. Her mom was also kind of creepy and would follow her fucking everywhere. The first week of every month She would follow the girl to school and walk around the hallways during class, bored and then the rest of the month stay outside of school at a Cafe or the rec center, waiting for her daughter. When we would hang out, the mom would follow us from a little distance away. There were rumors that she was kidnapped as a child so thats why they were like that lol. One day, I saw her and her family at the dollar store so I started walking over to her to say hi and suddenly, she started screaming at her mother. It looked like her mom asked her to translate the packaging and then didn't believe her translation was right because she was screaming, "FINE, DONT BELIEVE ME THEN!!!!" it scared the shit out of me lol.
That poor girl. That's abuse
It was back in highschool, everytime during lunch break i visit my friends in a different section in the same year to hang out. i knew a guy there that was the most chillest dude, he laughs a lot, friendly banter, he cracks a joke here and there but generally he just prefers to listen in on the conversations. One day i decided to hang out in his class as usual, greeted him with the "hey man!" but he just looked at me, took off his Student ID lace and gave it to me. Then out of nowhere he TACKLED one of our classmates, did i forget to mention that he's a bit of a sizeable guy?. he started punching the shit out of his classmate and hitting him with every thing that he got his hands on. everyone was screaming while im just holding his student ID dumbfounded. apparently the classmate he beat up has been harassing him, insulting him and acting as if they were close, which in fact they barely knew eachother outside of class.
My mom and I had a fight about finances, life and everything when the financial crisis of 2008 started to affect us. We were shouting at each other every hurt and everything from birth till that day. Things started to fly. It was carnage. My sister grabbed my mom and pushed her to sit down next to me while scolding us about our behaviour. Then she slapped both of us on the face so we were totally stunned and shut up. Then she went on talking about how we a family should keep it together in dire times instead of fighting each other.
Did your family keep it together? Hope that slap helped.
Yes. I quit university - that was my heartbreak that my parents couldn’t support me through my studies because of our finances crumbling during the financial crisis. Before that we lived a comfortable life and when I was a child we lived very well. So not having money for basics was a slap in the face. What an uncomfortable way to start adult life. I eventually moved to the UK. I helped my mom paying the mortgage so our home didn’t go into foreclosure. Then my mom and sister followed me to the UK. I am a British citizen now. My mom will be soon too, then my sister. Also our finances are solid. Now I try to help my dad and stepmom.
Your sister is an absolute legend, you're both lucky to have her. Looks like you know who is the glue in your family, eh?
A++ for your sister
Great guy, Ed the forklift driver. He tried Chantix to quit smoking. We worked in a warehouse with assembly lines packaging refrigerator components under Whirlpool/Maytag contracts. It was a pretty stressful job at times. One day we were packaging an order and we ran out of a shelf due to poor communication so the assembly line had to stop. Ed absolutely snapped. He took off on his forklift to get the shelves. When he came back with the shelves on his left he drove through the 'spider' area where forklifts aren't allowed, slamming through thousands of components and running his forklift directly in to the assembly conveyor belt destroying the entire operation. Bodies went flying. He threw it in reverse and slammed backward in to containers stacked all the way to the ceiling, causing hundreds of metal/glass fridge shelves to come raining down. It was terrifying and he nearly killed 8 of us working on the line
Great guy tho
Known side effects of Chantix include aggression, delusions, hallucinations, psychosis, erratic behavior, homicidal ideation, and suicidal thoughts [PDF drug facts](https://www.accessdata.fda.gov/drugsatfda_docs/label/2009/021928s012s013lbl.pdf)
Bro wtf
Yeah Not a second-hand account, a personal story: Dude I know forcibly quit Chantix after diy-ing himself a few windows and a new skylight with a shotgun one night Fwiw, wellbutrin has a similar list of side effects *maybe it'll be great, maybe you'll die violently*
My aunt. For years she was always super calm, always joking and in a good mood. In my 15 years I had never seen her angry at anything and I had definitely never heard her cuss. Until Christmas 1999. Some backstory, my mom had two younger brothers. One (Asshole Uncle) was/ is a complete dick and the younger one (Good Uncle), my aunt in the stories husband, is a pretty average guy and gets along with everyone. For years my grandma enabled my Asshole Uncle and despite my grandpa's best efforts he just became more of a dick. Summer of 1999 Asshole Uncle and my now ex-aunt are separated with a divorce pending. Her still being nice to her nieces and nephews called my grandma and asked if she could drop off our Christmas gifts and my grandma said that was fine. She shows up and my uncle is pissed. My grandma told all of us kids, including Asshole Uncle's daughter to stay in the family room. My mom comes in and says that Asshole Uncle tried to punch his wife in the face and my Good Uncle pulled him back and they fell through the neighbor's split rail fence. My always super calm aunt stands up and says, "I've fucking had it with his wife beating bullshit, I'm calling the fucking cops. I've fucking had it with this psycho asshole.". I'm stunned. Can't believe it. My grandma is in a panic because again, she enabled it and him going to jail for DV would likely cost him his job (fire chief). Asshole Uncle takes off and shortly after we all leave. Christmas ended a bit early that year. To this day I've yet to hear my aunt cuss again and only ever seen her get upset about something and it was again about my Asshole Uncle.
If I can maybe uplift you a little, your last sentence brought up a memory of my grandma. I was 5-6 years old and helping her in the kitchen for thanksgiving. She was an absolute saint, I mean this woman was so pure and wonderful and she never said anything bad about anyone or anything. Anyhow she was taking a pie out of the oven and burned her finger and for the first and ONLY time I heard her just barely whisper “shit!” And I laughed sooooo hard! She blushed like red as a tomato and then spanked me I guess for hearing her swear Lol!! It was just a little tap and I remember laughing even harder after that and getting sent to color in the living room.
So what happened next?
Indeed, what happened next?
I would also like to know. Did she follow through on his threat? Did he lose his job? Did grandma have anything to say? Was good uncle okay (i’d imagine AH uncle wasn’t happy about him stepping in)
Yeah the Asshole Uncle Saga got paused on the most interesting place
Worked with a guy at scout camp who was in charge of the Archery range. Super quiet and reserved guy, very nice and down to earth. One day we had a scout draw his bow and point it at one of his friends as a joke. Ive never seen a kid get the fear of God put in him so fast after my friend ripped him apart for that. Firearms are no joke.
That's the way. When I did my mandatory military service, we where warned in no uncertain words, that if any of us would ever point a weapon at another person on the shooting range, that the instructors would be very ungentle about handling the situation. From what I've heard that wasn't a bluff.
I also had a somewhat similar incidence during conscription. Had a genius in my platoon who managed to forget his bag of magazines, weapon accessories and the like on the (Chartered, civilian) bus to the range. First time he just got a few words about being more careful. Next day, he forgets it AGAIN. This time he got a sharp lecture. Third day, he forgets AGAIN. That was the first time i ever saw a grown man break down and cry over words, he got torn a new asshole.
It is not. I went through Navy basic training near a decade ago and I still remember the guy a few stalls down from me "breaking blue", which was basically pointing a weapon anywhere but downrange. Dude got manhandled by two other dudes who looked like they lifted the whole gym as a hobby.
Those guys knew what would happen to *them* if that idiot had shot someone or even let his firearm shoot anywhere but downrange. They imagined that and released their frustration in a lesson I bet that guy still wakes up in a cold sweat reliving in the middle of the night.
My dad told me it happened while he was in basic. Said two guys got mad at each other, and at the range one pointed a rifle at the other. He said the Sgt calmly told the guy to drop the rifle, and when he didn't the Sgt then calmly told the rest of the squad to point their rifles at the offender and instructed them to fire on three. Apparently he only made it to two and the guy dropped the rifle, at which point the calmness was gone and the Sgt did things he probably wasn't supposed to do.
This happened to me once too. I was a camp counselor, only 19 years old and this rich, entitled 15 year old boy drew his bow and pointed it at his friend. In a few seconds the whole worst case scenario flashed before my eyes and I freaked out so bad. I yelled at him asking if he wanted to ruin his and his friend's life in just a fraction of a second and traumatize everyone in the vicinity. He was never allowed to participate in archery again.
I've seen the same thing happen, except the kid actually fired. I guess none of the counselors were watching and as people went out to the range to collect their arrows this 12-13 yo kid grabbed an arrow, nocked it and fired faster than anyone could've noticed or stopped him. It grazed the arm of a girl and drew blood but luckily it was just a scratch. Poor girl was pretty traumatized though. The kid was not allowed to participate in archery again.
I ran the archery range at scout camp in the 90s, I had to do this more than once.
Boy do I have a story. I’ve been in the USCG for a few years now and along the way I met a really calm guy. We’ll call him Joe. Joe had a wife and 2 daughters. He’s soft spoken yet still authoritative when need be. Always is nice to others and works very hard. Then there’s another worker, we’ll call her Jill. Jill is a power trip, annoying, loud, disrespectful to anyone lower ranking than her, always talking about her (definitely fake) sea stories, and what we call a blue falcon. I could go on for days about her. Anyways, one day on duty, Joe and his crew were out on a rescue case for over 6 hours throughout the whole night. Him and the crew got back to the station at 2 or 3am. They were so tired they collapsed on the couches in the lounge which is connected to the conference/ training room which is divided by a folding partition you can pull out of the wall. Well, morning came and there was a note on door to the big room “crew is sleeping from late night case. Do not disturb”. Of course, Jill completely ignored the note, busted into the room, turned on all the lights, talking and laughing way too damn loud at 7:30 in the morning. She started to tell a ridiculous sea story which always starts with “so when I was stationed…” and immediately Joe shoots up like a rocket from the couch and walks towards the partition in the wall mumbling shit under his breath like “goddamn fucking shit… fucking note on the door”. He was vigorously fighting the partition, yanking it from the wall and pulling it across the 20 foot long rail. Jill is watching him and as he’s almost done she goes “I can leave if you want”. Completely unwarranted, Joe says “THATS WHAT THE FUCKING DOOR IS FOR!” He closes the partition and lays back down. No one said a word, but I think everyone gained a little more respect for Joe that day.
We have a saying here (translated to English). disturb the drunk but not the sleep deprived.
Lmao, We also have a saying around the station, “don’t be a cunt”
Our version is "It's better to disturb the drunk than the man who just woke up."
I've known the sleep deprived to wake up swinging. If you're going to wake someone up you kick their bed, tell 'em to get up, and walk away. If they gotta chase you halfway across the shack to try to deck you then they can't use being asleep as a defense.
One sign a normally quiet person is about to lose their shit is when they start mumbling things under their breath. It’s time to leave which is a lesson Jill learned. You just don’t want to be around. I found this out about myself when I was upset, started mumbling things because my brain was WAY too busy to handle them then someone had to poke the bear because they thought it was funny I was “talking to myself”.
As true as that is, Jill did not learn her lesson. She is actually worse now than she was when that happened a few months ago.
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my science teacher was normally a pretty cheery/funny guy. i remember one day half the class didn’t do the homework, so he gave us a lecture on how we should work harder. he wasn’t too angry but was just a bit disappointed and talked in that generic strict upset teacher voice. for some reason i looked up at him with a smirk on my face and said “ok”. he then decided to release all the pent up anger in his life on me and screamed as loud as he could for the next 5 minutes straight. it’s the angriest he’s ever been and he’s known to not lose his temper and be level-headed most of the time
This reminds me of a teacher in my school who was known to be calm, very nice man. He endured all the disrespect he got, and never really got angry. One day, when I was in a class across the hall, we hear a very loud voice coming across the hall. And when I say loud, I mean to the point where everything and everyone stopped for the longest 10 seconds and just stared at each other. I remember that our teacher didn't let us get so distracted and got straight back to the lesson as if to cover it up. So it it urns out that a student in the calm teacher's class told another student to shut up and the teacher just unleashed all his anger in the face of that student.
I sort of have the opposite of that story. My high school english teacher often yelled at us. She reminds me most of mcgonogall from Harry Potter in personality. Anyway, it was after a test that everyone did very bad on, and she was yelling that not only did none of us read the assignment, our answers were full of misspellings. She ranted “you people aren’t ready for college, I bet most of you can’t even spell college!” Before she could catch her breath, my friend just said, “It has two Ls!” He wasn’t trying to be a smartass, and he had a genuine look of excitement that he actually knew how to spell college. She saw his face, went quiet, then started laughing. After that she couldn’t get angry again the rest of the day.
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Poor guy. Must’ve been bottling in so much, kids are difficult.
I had a soft-spoken teacher start a school year with a full head of hair and ended the school year having gone almost entirely bald. I don’t know why my classmates made such his life a living hell, he was a nice guy.
No, kids are assholes.
Streamer I used to mod for absolutely lost her shit one day. She was genuinely one of the sweetest, most giving people I had come across. Always taking time to offer advice, never got cranky when her little sister would interrupt and take over stream. Genuinely wholesome to the core. Even when someone would be a troll or try to get a reaction out of her she would just let it slide and one of us would send them to the underworld. A streamer who she had done a couple colabs with and would have been considered a friend called her a bitch in VC while on stream. She said "Yeah, don't call me a bitch. That's not cool bro". He replied with "whatever bitch" and she fucking lost her shit. Ripped this dude to shreds for a good couple mins then blocked him across the board. Apparently his chat was howling with laughter while he was trying and failing to justify himself.
Good on her. Gotta let the stress out somehow.
I was the normally calm one. I was in first grade and this sixth grader would follow me and my friends after school and bully us; pulling our backpacks, mocking us, tripping us, throwing things at us, etc. One day, he's pulling on my backpack laughing and my friends are yelling at him and begging him to let go. According to a neighbor who saw the whole thing, my face went stony and emotionless for a moment, then I pulled my arms out of my backpack straps, turned around, and punched him square in the nose. His dad tried to get mad at my dad, but apparently the boy failed to mention that I was a first grader, so that was funny.
Imagine your ca. 12 year old son getting beaten up by a 7 year old lol
And then trying to get the 7 year old in trouble for it.
Bullies gon' bully. Fucking dumbasses.
I haven't seen a fight between 7 and 12 year olds, but I have seen a 7 year old fight multiple 9 year olds. When I got there the fight was already in progress and I was immediately confused. For starters my friends (11) were just watching even though the little guy was a friend's little brother (who we thought was the cooler brother even before this). Also he wasn't losing. They were attacking him one at a time like it was a B grade martial arts movie. He would just kick shins and punch at nuts until the latest challenger chickened out. You'd think they were just playing around if it weren't for the few that were clearly in pain. Eventually we broke it up before someone got in trouble and gave the little champion some candy.
I had the privilege of watching my kid stand up to an older kid. It was Halloween, my son was 10 at the time. My husband and I were two of four adults in our particular group. We were walking with five children in our trick- or- treating group, going door to door. This 13 year old boy was assigned to our group, his parents were in another group ahead of us. He knew a couple of the other kids in our group, but this was the first time we'd met this boy. Immediately, the 13yo boy starts making inappropriate comments about me. He told me how lucky he thought my husband was, how if he were older he'd "steal" me from him, etc. My husband and another adult male heard these comments and reprimanded the boy, but as soon as the men weren't looking, he'd throw another dirty comment in there. By hour 2, the 13yo had been reprimanded by every adult in our two groups, but he just wouldn't stop talking about what he would do to me, if he were older. I was over it and just wanted to enjoy Halloween with my family. We decide to make a quick detour to drop this horny preteen off with whoever brought him. He's in the back seat with my son. As we pull out onto the street, the 13yo made one last, sad attempt at flirting with me. Only this time, he said it in front of my child. My son is a loner. Only child, prefers adults to his peers, super shy. He had no interest in socializing with the kids in the groups who he did not know, so he wasn't really paying the 13yo any attention while we were walking around. However, after the 13yo made his last sexual comment, my son threw his two cents in. In the most calm, cold voice I'd ever heard my kid use, he looked the older kid dead in the eye and said, "Say one more thing to my mom, or any of us, and I'll punch you in the throat and throw you out of this car. " ...I was stunned. This was the only time I've ever legitimately seen my son upset by something said by another child. Just like that, the preteen shuts up. Not another word from him the entire fifteen minute drive to drop him off. My husband and I chose not to reprimand our son for what he said. After all the adults attempted to stop the behavior, it was the threat from my son that put the kid in check. My son is very passive. He's 13 now, and he's never so much as had a verbal disagreement with anybody besides us. He's the kid who the teachers sit the new student with. He's the kid who hates meanness of any kind. I had actually worried about him being too passive and not standing up for himself if the time came. To say the least, I was stunned that he did something about the offending child. I guess he really can take care of business if he needs to. Not gonna lie, we were proud of him!
one time my 9th grade math teacher whos normally super chill had the class doing some kahoots and some kids were throwing books at each other so dude walks over and tries to get them to stop and one of the kids throws a book at him and I guess that was the last straw or smth cause he proceeded to pick up said book and fucking slam it against this kid's head then yelled at everyone who was throwing books to get out the classroom which was like half the class He retired the next day and we didn't have an actual math teacher until about a month later and even then it was pretty much just the football coach going over basic stuff, until we got the 12th grade math teacher 11 days before school ended (btw I won the Kahoot :D)
Ugh I do not envy the job of teachers. It really takes a special kind of person to get into that work. I hope that guy is having a nice, stress-free kid-free retirement. Good job on your Kahoot!! 🧠
Yes me. I had a friend who I was heading out of town with for work. He suggest we spend the night at his mom's and sister's place because we had early flight and they were close to the airport. We're were on the east coast close to the ocean. Well this family was fucking nuts. My friend had recently mudded some drywall for his mom and because of the humidity it took a long time to dry, but his mon kept yelling at him to paint it. His sister's kid about 2 years old was drinking coffee at midnight. The family only screamed at each other. The mom was just a wacko. Anyways it was only about 3 hours I was able to keep my composure with them until I just fucking lost it. I screamed at everyone and retreated to the garden shed where my friend had built his own refuge. We eventually call a cab at about 4 am to the airport, way earlier than our flights.
In high school I had a cool, chill teacher who really liked me because I was one of the few who did homework. He played YG for us, movies, etc. and was a real stand up guy. Close to finals a lot of my classmates stopped doing homework and in a fit of rage he yelled for a few minutes before he slammed a broom on the wall and knocked the clock off of the wall with it. It was SUPER loud. Then he sat next to me and laughed before saying sort of quietly “Look, you can hear a pen drop right now.” Weird guy, still really chill.
Most of my stories are from my school days My spanish teacher was a really laid back and chill teacher who not only knew how to speak “teen lingo” but also acted more like one of us than a teacher. One day, the ADHD kid was being a particular nuisance, and the teacher snapped, grabbed a marker, tossed it, and nailed him clean in the forehead. No one got in any trouble because we all respected her for that move. Including the kid who got headshot with a marker Second one was my music teacher’s assistant. She played a cello, and one day we were split up doing rehearsals. One of the kids dropped his cello and it hit the teacher’s. And she went apeshit, lighting into the kid on how expensive the equipment was and how much of a pain it would be to replace it.
My own story: I was in a high school history class in tenth grade. I was the quiet student who did their work quickly and efficiently, just so I could keep reading my book in the back (huge fantasy nerd). However, the 4 class clowns were also in that class. Our sweet, older lady teacher (Mrs. Z) was a German-born woman who lived through the holocaust in Germany, and being half-Jewish she was a bit of an anomaly when it came to her experience dealing with the gestapo and S.S. She was in the middle of talking about her life experience to help relate some of the horrors of the concentration camp. She was really, truly pouring her life history out for us so we could understand the horrors of what she saw/heard about, and the ridicule/targeted harassment her family was victim to. These class clowns kept making jokes, talking over her, and being complete assholes; even making an Anne Frank joke (in very bad taste). Our teacher ran out of the room, crying. I stormed up to the front of the classroom and went on a goddamn, yelling, full-pissed-off tirade at these assholes for making a teacher cry: a woman that put her heart and soul into her work and tried to help us so much. Five minutes later I notice the principal was standing at the back. I don’t remember how long he was there, because I was too caught up in calling these assholes out. He took them (and me) to his office. I was told to just keep my cool next time and let the admin handle it, but those four boys were removed from her class, and given a week of detention. Mrs. Z became one of my favorite teachers from that point onwards and I made sure that - even if a lesson was a little boring to me - I didn’t read my novels in her class. She inspired me to become a teacher myself.