20 Times People Got Revenge By Doing EXACTLY What They Were Told

From Redditor u/Cuboid-Homonym

This happened to me about two years ago but a former coworker just reminded me about it and I'm pretty sure it counts as MC. I'll try and keep it short but it is a little long.

I used to be a service manager at one of the biggest locations of a popular Mexican grill. I won't say which but guac was $1.95 extra and we were required to ask everyone if they were okay paying that price. One Sunday morning (our second busiest shift of the week) two of my line people called out so we were struggling to get all of our prep done before opening at 11.

We are just wrapping up when in comes Karen 10 minutes before opening through the side door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY with 15 preteen girls in tow. My cook recognizes her as she regularly comes in during the dinner shift and is extremely cruel to all the Latino workers. Karen tells me they can order whatever they want, THROWS her credit card at me and goes to sit down at a table and diddle on her phone. Now I can't ring up her order without her standing there because of the company rules and I am 30 weeks pregnant and just want to take my break. I prego waddled over to Karen's table to try and inform her of that when she literally flicks her hand at me to dismiss me. Not only have I been at the store since 7 and done two different people's jobs on top of my own, I have my son's head grinding against my pelvic bones and kicking me. I am in no mood.

When I try to tell her again, she looks at me with what I can only describe as seething contempt and says "What part of they can get whatever they want did you not understand? I don't care what you charge me as long as I get a receipt. Don't interrupt me again or I'll get your fat a** fired." Now I never cry but that almost got me. Motherhood is awesome but pregnancy suuucks. I finally manage to pick my jaw off the ground and stammer "alright, ma'am, I'll ring up whatever they want and bring you a receipt."

The girls were really nice and most of them ordered double meat and they all got a bottled water and chips and guac. Every. Last. One. My cashier and I are just vibrating with glee as we ring them up and watch the bill climb to like $250. I brought the bill to Karen and was pretty excited when she didn't immediately check it. I made my own food and told the cook to come get me when the show starts.

I'm halfway done eating when I see him waving to the camera, howling with laughter so I head up. Karen is foaming at the mouth SCREAMING for the manager and when she sees that that manager is me, she literally grinds her teeth and slaps her receipt on the table. She manages to choke out the word "refund." The girls have all pretty much finished their food so I inform her that I won't be doing that because I would lose my job for giving away that much critical inventory (meat, guac, cheese) for free. Then I gently remind her that she told me twice that the could get anything as long as she got a receipt. She just keeps demanding a refund and calling me stupid and fat (again, pregnant). At this point, her screaming is holding up the very long line and customers are shouting at her to just leave. That's when she pushed me. F*cking hard.

My cashier caught me so I didn't fall down but two of our regulars, who are police, see it and immediately cuff her. In this state, any use of physical force against a pregnant woman is classified as aggravated battery or something like that. I felt bad for the kids and I was fine so I kept telling them I didn't want to press charges but they said that at that point it didn't matter because the woman had done it in front of on duty officers so she getting detained. They had to call the kids parents to come get them because she was their CHURCH'S YOUTH LEADER and get statements. My GM came in and let me go home with a full day's pay. She tried to take the case to trial but they had video and like twenty witness statement so she ended up taking a couple years probation or something. All because I did exactly what she told me to.

From Redditor u/advocatus_ebrius_est

I worked as a cook at a chain restaurant that had a 'wing night' where you could get a pound of wings at a discounted price.

We didn't actually weigh the wings, our specs said eight wings to a pound. Four drums and four flats.

One night a table comes in and everyone orders a pound of wings. A little while after the wings go out, the server comes back a little flustered and explains there has been a complaint.

Apparently, one of the guys at the table complained that it was 'obvious' that he didn't get a pound, because it would be a huge coincidence if everyone's pounds led to the same number of wings on each plate. He insisted that the server go and weigh these (already discounted) wings to make sure he was "getting what he paid for".

So we weighted it. Sure enough it was not a pound. It was a pound and a half. We tell the server to bring it out and tell him he's getting more than a pound. She says "f*** no. He paid for a pound, he's going to "get what he paid for"" and threw two of his wings in the garbage and re-weighted the food. Still over. Throws another one out. Bang on 1 pound of wings.

So she brings back out his 5 wings and calmly tells the gentleman "here are your wings sir. You were right, there was more than a pound there. So we threw the other ones out. Good catch".

When they ordered a second round, he didn't complain that everyone got 8 wings to a "pound".

From Redditor u/argash

Cleaning out my home office today and stumbled across paper work I had saved for what ever reason from a sh*tty call center job I worked at 15 years ago. This was an outbound sales thing and it was non stop calls all day.

Needless to say the job sucked. With the constant talking though your voice would start cracking through out the day if you didn’t hydrate. So I would bring jugs of water to sip on all day long.

This of course meant frequent trips to the restroom. I never misused these trips and they were always 3 minutes or less. But of course this wasn’t good enough for management. Oh no.

One day my manager demanded I get a doctors note if I wanted to pee at any time other than one of my two regularly scheduled breaks. I could tell she was convinced I would not do it.

I scheduled the appointment and filled the doctor in who thought it was hilarious that this manager either 1 didn’t understand biology or 2 was on a huge power trip.

He provided me with the most condescending doctors note ever. 

Needless to say she was not happy. My coworkers though all made trips to the same doctor and got similar notes.

Pretty sure I wore a sh*t eating grin every time I walked to the bathroom after that.

From Redditor u/ArmyMPSides

When I was a senior back in high school in Middle Tennessee, we had a smoking area for the students. This was 1990, so yeah, I'm old. My daughters actually just asked me to post this story here.

Anyway, so I was a good student and had a great reputation among the faculty at this school of about 2000 students.

During class, I am running an errand for a teacher when I walk by the smoking area. It is outside of course, but it is against one of the buildings and has a roof over it like a carport. There is a large metal trash can in the middle. And it is on FIRE. Not a rip-roaring fire, but is on fire nonetheless. We have flames starting to work there way out of there and plenty of smoke.

I decide I don't need to pull a fire alarm, but clearly I need to get a staff member to put this fire out. There's no one around, so I make a fast trot up to the Main Office. As I quickly enter, I see the Secretary talking to another student, so with a loud voice I say, "Ms. Knight Ms. Knight there's a..."

And that's when the Assistant Principal rounds the corner behind Ms. Knight while ripping into me about how we wait our turn in here and how I am being disrespectful and loud and I need to stand there and wait until I am called forward.

"Okay" And then I just stood there while Ms. Knight kept helping the other student as Mr. Evil Assistant Principal stood overwatch in the corner like a bouncer.

Finally after a few minutes, it was my turn. I calmly walked up to the counter and said, "Ms. Knight, the large trash can in the smoking area is on fire".

The Asst. Principal yells out "WHAT?!?" and then burst out of the room while Ms. Knight just gasped. I calmly turned around and walked out, and went back to class.

From Redditor u/sockfacekiller

I have a sweet snowblower and I love to help out my neighbors by doing the whole block. I'm that guy.

After a moderate snow a few years (6") my neighbor told me that he's 'very sensitive to noise' and not to snowblow in front of his house.

(He was not medically sensitive to sound. If he was he would have said so and I would have respected that. I often saw him outside listening to the brewers on a loud radio as he did yard work -with municipal trucks and ambulances etc rolling by. Also, it was late morning. This is a guy who returned a plate of cookies because he was upset that we didnt know that he thinks sugar is evil. He yelled at kids for chalk drawings on the sidewalk.)

So, later that same winter we got 17". I got every house on the block front and back except for his. Even better he was out of town, the weather warmed slightly for an afternoon then dropped again so his 17" of snow became a wall to wall glacier.

I live in Wisconsin. This is how we entertain ourselves in the winter.

From Redditor u/Khromez

Last year, the university I teach wasn’t particularly strict on attendance. The only thing not attending would get you was a call asking if you want to keep paying for the class if you’re not using them at all. (there are no refunds, but they could sign you out midway through so you didn’t pay extra).

Aside from that, it was up to the teacher to control how they wanted attendance to affect their class. This one professor decided to be incredibly strict about it and the students hated him for it.

He would physically lock the door once 5 minutes passed, and would not open it again for any reason whatsoever. If you were 5 minutes late, you lost that lesson. Some students started sitting on the hallway and talking notes while looking through the glass doors when that was an option.

One day I arrived to teach my lesson and all the students are gigly and happy. It just so happened that the professor himself arrived five minutes late that day, and the students locked him out of the classroom.

For an entire hour.

I suspect he was too embarassed to ask for a key and in the process having to admit why he was locked out.

Needless to say he never locked the doors again.