People Shared Their Best ‘You Have No Power Here’ Stories On Reddit

I used to work for a super annoying manager when I worked at McDonalds. This guy was horrible to us. He was constantly bullying us, badmouthing us TO CUSTOMERS, and doing everything in his power to make us miserable. Well, so many people complained about him that he ended up getting fired.

New manager was great. He was super chill and understanding with us all. A couple weeks after he took over, the old manager comes in and starts talking about how terrible the store looks, how our service is worse than ever, and how much this store needs him. The new manager looked at him and said "If you don't leave, then the cops are gonna make you"

When he didn't move, new awesome manager stuck to his guns and called the cops. He is no longer allowed on ANY McDonalds property in the city and has a restraining order against him.

The first time I had dinner at my parents house after I got my own apartment. My dad was giving me grief as usual. Finally, I stood up and said, “ I don’t live here anymore. I don’t have to put up with you this way any longer. I’m going home.” And walked out. Most liberating moment of my life.

I told my ex I was getting remarried. He told me he was going to stop me and put a lein on my house (which I bought with my money six years after the divorce). My son would come home from visitations telling me how his dad was going to stop the wedding and I'd have to pay him all of this money, la di da. Get to court. His attorney goes blah blah blah for what felt like forever. My lawyer (yes, I had to freaking get one) stands up and simply hands the judge the divorce papers showing the disbursement of funds and how my ex isn't owed anything. Judge looks at ex's lawyer and basically asks, "did you even ask for this document before filing?" and dismisses the case.

ex and I were moving out after a breakup. cleaning out garage. she was being critical of my post-breakup plan of moving in with a coworker until I could find a better place to live, as most options weren't great.

I took a deep breath and laughed. this puzzled her. why are you laughing, she asked? I collected myself and said "because this is the last time I have to listen to this. you don't get to be critical of anything I ever do, ever again!"

It was a really great feeling, because i literally thought of the "you have no power here" as i laughed.

I got married two years ago overseas, because my wife is from Europe. My (Canadian) family and friends all came over because most had never been. We're a little older, and well off, so we splurged.

Wedding was awesome, dinner amazing, reception is in full swing, and quite frankly, its a little warm. Warm for us Canadians... It was around 10 C, in early November. When you mix in wool suits, drinking, and lots of dancing, some of us Colonists were working up a bit of a sweat. Thankfully, the venue had a balcony, with huge doors.

I kept going over and opening them, as some folks were inside, some were outside, and there was a nice breeze... but... I had to keep going over, because they were shut whenever I looked back. Finally, after the 5th or 6th time, this guy followed me, and demanded I keep the doors shut because it was cold inside. I didn't know who he was, so he must have been a +1 of someone on my wife's side, so I was mighty confused when he said, and I quote "Who do you think you are keeping these doors open, and the temperature so low inside?"

"I'm the guy who bought you dinner." I watched him go over to my now cousin-in-law and grab his coat and almost pull her out the front door. I thought one of my Groomsmen was going to burst he laughed so hard.

I was waiting for a friend to finish work - she worked at a restaurant so fancy they had someone vetting guests at a podium outside.The place was glitzy and the folks were glam so the great and good would descend in droves. Those with a reservation were sent in; prosepective walk-ins had to queue.

A car sweeps up, the driver jumps out and holds the door open to unleash a hat and dress. The woman accompanying said finery - a C-list actress from a regional daytime TV show - looked through everyone present and moved to enter. She froze, appalled, when the guest-vetter intercepted, asking "Do you have a reservation?"

She mustn't have heard the question because she didn't respond. Instead she drew herself up to the full height of her couture and demanded "Do you know who I am?" "Yes" said the maitre d', "Back of the queue."

This is a bit silly, but gave me a great feeling of satisfaction. Due to the bad economy and poor money management, my parents have moved into the spare room of the house my husband and I bought a year ago.

The other day I was out gardening, , and I thought I had gotten the hose twisted, as it kept getting stuck. This went on for a bit, when I realized that it wasn’t stuck, but being pulled. I looked into the dim area just past the illumination of the street light and spied my father, crouched over and tugging the hose. Well I did the only reasonable thing to do, and I sprayed him. He yelled and ran inside with me chasing.

Once he got inside he made a face and goes “You can’t get me now! I’m inside!!” In that father-to-daughter-don’t-you-make-a-mess tone of voice. I readied my hose, looked him in the eye and said, “It’s my house.” And just let loose with the hose. He was soaked. Worth cleaning up the mess for that moment of true fear in his eyes.

I grew up with my parents having screaming arguments over every little thing (they do love each other - over 50 years of marriage so far testifies to that) and it always upset me.

A couple of days ago, they popped into my house to visit for a coffee on their way to stay with friends a few miles away. Within minutes, they were yelling at each other.

I took great pleasure in telling them that I would not stand for such behaviour in MY house and, if they didn't lower their voices, they could stand outside until they learned some manners. The meek apologies tasted so sweet. As did the coffee.

I once had a boss try to give me a disciplinary (three months later I may add) for my behaviour as it was noted I was 'rude to her' by several of the Groups CEOs in a Board meeting.

On the disciplinary forms, you both have to write your version of the events and it goes to HR for an adjudication, she did her part and I casually filled in something to the effect of "manager continually pressured me into deleting files from our client management system prior to a regulatory audit which is against the ethical code of our profession and not aligned with my moral standards, I accept I was short with her but she was trying to force me into performing an illegal activity."

I watched her collect up the paper and the colour drained from her face. I never did hear from HR. She got fired not long after when I casually mentioned to the CEO in a bar if she remembered the encounter and explained why I may have appeared a little frustrated and upset. Bye Felicia.

Some secretary of some branch of a state agency would go on a power trip and stamp, "Do not copy" on things that she sent to local agencies. Well, I work for an oversight agency and I needed a copy. Locals were terrified so I rolled my eyes and called to explain that the locals and I were basically the same entity. Woman started to have a conniption fit, but she got real quiet when I cut her off and said, "Fine, I'll issue a subpoena. What's your name and job title?" She answered, and the sheriff served her a subpoena for what I wanted. Guess she wasn't used to that.

IT services for a client of mine. They paid for me to come to their office and address a problem. 8 hrs minimum time. The issue was resolved in about 45 minutes, they'd set up something incorrectly and it was pretty obvious once I got into the system.

was packing up to leave and the client stopped me. "What are you doing?" "The system is fixed so I'm headed out back to my office." "No, I paid for 8 hours, you'll do your 8 hours. If I tell you to wash my car for 8 hours that's what you'll be doing." "Right...so anyway, I'm leaving. I'll notify the office to send you the invoice and in all likelihood we'll no longer be working with you and withdrawing your lease on our equipment."

I worked in management at a theatre for a while. If the concession counter was slammed and I was able, I’d leave my post and help them sling popcorn.

One night while helping out, a particularly belligerent man started cussing out a 16year old girl on a cash register for being too slow, even suggesting she quit since she clearly couldn’t handle pushing buttons or scooping popcorn. It was pretty disgusting and I felt so bad for the girl, I stepped in and told the guy that our employees have the right to refuse service to customers who harass them as part of our anti-harassment/discrimination policy, empathized that the lines were longer than usual, and suggested he should apologize and move on. He was LIVID. Left half his order on the counter and started fuming off.

Anticipating his next move, I went back to my original post that night - as manager of the customer service kiosk. Oh boy, the look on his face when he saw me. (Didn’t want a refund of his tickets though so I assume he watched the movie, without popcorn).

I wasn’t good at returning library books when I was a kid. I got lectured by my school librarian about it a lot.

Fast forward twenty years and I’m a supervisor at the local public library and my former now retired school librarian goes there. One day I see her sneaking around the front desk instead of coming back to say hi to me and I immediately figure something’s up. I go up to say hi and she acts exasperated and tells me she was trying to avoid me because she had overdue books.

So I put on my reading glasses, pulled them down over my nose, and delivered the same lecture she’d given me countless times about being responsible and turning in books on time.

I taught my 6th grade students about democratic processes, and we ran a simulation. Without fail, every one of my classes tried to impeach me.

We had an HR lady who was extremely power hungry. She is walking around with the president of the company who flew in from Japan. She rushes him though the warehouse. Just spits out “oh these are the warehouse guys we don’t have to stop and talk to them.”

He stops walks over and starts talking to me about my last vacation. How buying my house went. You could just see her fuming behind him as we talked for almost 45mins. I’ve had multiple meeting with him we knew each other really well.

I don’t think he liked her and drug it out on purpose but I was thrilled to see her just standing there bored as hell.

When I was working customer service for a restaurant delivery service I had a customer send in a complaint about hair in their food. The hair was sitting on top of the food. I check their account, and they had ONE order on their account, which is a red flag.

I check their phone number and find multiple accounts, each other 1-2 orders, ALL of them complaining about hair in the food. I deny a refund because the customer has actually used the same identical photo for the last order since they ordered the same thing. The customer tries to argue with me, threaten to never use the service again, typical stuff that they always say.

Eventually the customer gives up and ends the call, then immediately tries again. I get the support request. See who it is, then deny the refund again. She ends the call, then tries again. The person behind me gets the call. I tap the person on the shoulder and show them what I pulled up on my screen and that person denies the refund. The next day she calls back and tries again and is outside of the refund window, so the customer demands to speak to a supervisor. The supervisor bans her from the service for multiple fraudulent refund requests.

A co-worker friend of mine was flying back from a sales conference in Vegas and he was able to upgrade to a first class seat. We had this sales VP that was on the same flight - she was the snobby, entitled type with a full time nanny and giant McMansion in the suburbs, and she generally treated people who worked for her like servants.

She sees him in a first class seat as she is making her way to coach and asks him how he got that seat (he used points to upgrade). As people are getting settled in, she makes her way back up to the first class cabin and asks to speak with the lead flight attendant. She tells him that one of her underlings is sitting in first class, and that she needs to switch with him since she's higher on the corporate ladder.

The guy can't believe what he's hearing, but she won't take no for an answer. Finally he tells her she has to go back to her seat, or she will be escorted from the plane. She made a complete fool of herself in front of the whole first class cabin.

One of my new employees came from a competitor who is, shall we say, not as put together as we are. Her former boss had actually called me to yell at me about "poaching" his consultants. Which, in and of itself, is weird enough. However, a few weeks after she started the dude rolled up to our office. He had apparently been calling her to get her to finish an analysis for him and she just ghosted him. I went to the lobby to see what he was doing here. He started in on me again and then she happened to walk by. I didn't fully understand the conversation but at one point he literally "demanded" she do this analysis. She just said, "or what?" and waited a few beats before turning on her heels and walking away. I did the ol' hand on his back point to the door universal symbol for "leave or a large security man will make you leave." Never heard from him again.

Had an old boss who was a complete and total psycho. He was actually my boss’ boss, and wasn’t supposed to interact with us unless it was through our boss, but he just loved trying to make everyone under him squirm. The company had forced him to go to training twice because of how he spoke to people.

One day, I get a call at home from him and he just starts unloading- cursing, name-calling, insulting over some technical issue he just found out about. After a couple of minutes, I just looked at my phone and hung up on him. The next day, I get called into a meeting with his boss, who basically wants to know who I think I am hanging up on this guy.

I calmly explain that no one gets to yell at me on my time, in my home, on my phone. You have to wait for me to be on the clock to pay me for that privilege, and I’ll gladly take that money- If I’m busy being yelled at, I’m not busy with anything else..

Seemed to work

In my first apartment, my parents came to visit, and I dropped an F bomb when I hit my head on the open door of the freezer while standing up from grabbing something from the fridge.

My mother said "You can't talk like that in my hou..." and stopped mid-sentence.

I worked at a Walmart as a cashier, and the assistant manager there was awful, He would insult everybody working there and forced us sometimes to do work above our pay grade.

6 months later me and him got transferred to another Walmart that was just built and they needed to pick a manager and assistant manager. Some random got manager but I got assistant manager (I guess all the complaints on the assistant manager basically gave him a demotion).

One day he was ordering the other cashiers around then i pulled him to the side and told him that if he kept doing that he would be out of here. I haven't heard anything from him since.

Sometime in the late 80's I worked at a Wal-Mart warehouse, there was a strict rule , if you didn't have your security badge you could not get in the front door. One day just behind me an older fellow gets stopped by LP for no badge. One of my friends pokes me and points out that the LP guy just refused to let Sam Walton in the door. We all stop to watch what we assumed was going to be a mess. To his credit, Mr. Walton stops and goes back to his vehicle and gets his badge and he thanked the LP guy for following the rules.

When I was in high school I worked at popular warehouse club selling computers on the weekends. My job was to stay in the computer department and sell computers; nothing else.

Well, one of the shift managers didn't like that, and started insisted that I needed to go fold clothes for a while. As in, half my shift. I told him that the store manager had instructed me never to leave the technology department, but he insisted. This went on for several weeks.

The store manager showed up one weekend when both the power trippin shift manager and I were working. The store manager walks up with the shift manager close behind. Store manager slaps a stack of greenbar paper (this was a while ago) down onto a shelf and points to some highlighted numbers. He looks at the shift manager and says, "Do you see this? This is our average technology sales numbers for the weeks you are on shift. See this number over here? This is our average technology sales numbers for weeks you are not. At this point, it would be more cost effective for me to simply fire you. What do you think of that solution?" The guy stammers and stutters like a toddler caught bullying another kid on the playground. Fortunately, the dude wasn't fired, but the store manager made it clear that when I was on shift, I was not to leave the technology department unless I was on break or there was a fire in the store. That shift manager never said another word to me.

My job right before my current one. Property manager - the owner was an absolute prick. He was heartless and rude and racist and I loathed him. I hated every day going into that job but I needed the money. I was applying daily to my dream company in hopes that eventually I’d be accepted. In the meantime, every time I complained or mentioned something to my supervisor I was told to shut up and get on with it. “He was paying me too much to have opinions.”

Three years after, we were a small office and the receptionist and assistant prop managers had quit. I finally got accepted into my dream company and happily put in my two week notice.

In desperation, he offered me more money, a higher position, better benefits (which were laughable). When I said no, he asked why. I have never felt more gleeful than the moment of when I said “I don’t know, I’m not paid to have opinions here.”

I have a job, but I will still do interviews every couple years. this means the script is flipped a bit. They have to convince me to work there.

Anyway I got to the town early so I stopped at a bakery to get something to eat. the woman went in the back to get it, and this squat toad of a woman walks in, yells at me to get her order and then yells at me again for not getting up right away to serve her. When I point out that I do not in fact work there she goes off me about how important she is etc. We can skip the play by play.

I go the interview. Head of IT and the toad woman walks in. She has this evil grin on her face. I stop everything. I point at the toad woman and I say something like "I have seen how your managements treats people, and I have no interest in working for you" and I take my resume out his hands and walk out. The look on her face was priceless. Oh and he had walked in with a print of a resume, so I took his copy.

Not sure if it fits but during an insanely busy weekend before Christmas, a woman was complaining to every associate about how messy our store was. The manager had relieved the girl at the fitting room and was helping to hang stuff. The woman was trying to make a point that we were messy and a horrible place to shop.

Then the manager told her roughly, "Ma'am we're messy at the moment because we're a popular store. And the biggest reason we're messy is because of woman like you who can't be bothered to pick up after themselves. It's not the associates making the mess. It's people like you. Your type have us outnumbered."

First time I actually witnessed someone deflate.

My friend had a funny experience at a wedding. He (hispanic) was a groomsman for a friend whose family and most of the guests were white. At the reception a guest mistook him for a waiter and asked him to bring her a beer. He was on his way to the bar anyway, so he gets himself a beer, and her a shot of tequila. When he gave it to her she said "This isn't what I ordered" and he replied "And I'm not a waiter."

I worked at a prison for 10 years. A lot of the captains were notorious for giving into newer employees demands for training usually reserved for senior officers, or at the very least, easier jobs away from inmates.

One night I was talking with one of the captains in his office and a new officer came in, he’d been there about 3 months or so. He started asking the captain for some particular training. The captain kept telling him no because there were senior officers ahead of him.

Naturally, this 20 something year old kid started whining about so and so getting trained and he wasn’t and they felt like they have proven their worth. The captain got up and start walking circles around the officer as if he was looking for something. Checked his shirt collar, pockets, and even made him give him his wallet, and he looked through it. He finally sat down and looked at his own collar and touched his captains pin and said, “Oh, wow! You almost had me convinced that I wasn’t the decision maker. Get out of my office!”

A museum in a town added to its collection a replica of Michelangelo's famous nude statue, David. The pastor of a nearby church demanded that the curator remove it from display because it was "inappropriate" for public viewing."

To her credit, the museum's curator told the clergyman in unequivocal terms that the church had no say in the matter and that fine art would be exhibited without need for ecclesiastical approval.

After dumping me my ex reached out to express her opinion of the woman I was dating and how it wouldn't last because she's awful.

Awful enough for me to marry her and have a kid apparently

Usually whenever anyone tries to insult me by saying things like "virgin" or "you'll never get a girlfriend," I just tell them the truth: I'm asexual.

President of the division called the company from the road one day for his messages (this was early 90s) and the phone rang 17 times before one of three receptionists picked up. Angry at the wait (justifiably, but the guy was insufferable) he screamed, "It’s about time you picked up! This is the president of the division! Do you know who I am!?"

The receptionist (again, one of three) calmly replied, "Yes. Do you know who I am?"

Dismissively, he says, "No."

"Good," she replies. And hangs up.

The person I heard the story from? The division president himself. It became one of his favorite stories. At least he could laugh at himself.

I was an O-2 in the Navy. I was arguing about a process change that the head of IT had just declared. He was also an O-2.He started berating me and talking down to me. I sat there getting abused like I normally tolerated, and suddenly it clicked.

"He doesn't outrank me. And I don't report to him."

So at the next pause in his breath I jumped in, "Yeah, f* you and that decision. It was insanely stupid, and you should have done a better rollout. You have asked every one of us to do more work so you didn't have to be responsible."

He blinked, looked at me in utter horror, and then quickly went and closed his door so his people couldn't see him being yelled at. The discussion went downhill from there. But it was very cathartic for me.

I work escalated complaints at a large bank. We get a lot of these. My favorite (and most consistent) complaint is the “I never signed for that! You’re stealing from me!” one. So I pull up the loan contract, and ask “Is that your signature?”

Then they go into the whole “I didn’t understand what I was signing!” thing, and sorry, that won’t carry any weight here. You signed the contract, you’re obligated to pay the money back.

My dad lived with my grandpa after his divorce, and at the time dad had an ex-girlfriend who was really mean. She started yelling my dad, storming around the house, saying I was a little brat for not letting her daughter play on my Wii (I was playing a one-player game).

A half an hour later she left with her daughter. My grandpa told her that it was his house, and if she kept yelling like that he was going to kick her out.

He’s still my hero.

During a Military ice hockey tournament ref calls a penalty, player pulls rank and says something to the tune of “Don’t you know who I am?! I’m a major!” The ref just replied “I’m not in the military”

Legend has it, the Major got 2 minutes for roughing.

When I was 17, I emancipated and was legally considered an adult. My parents contacted me out of the blue and told me I had to either cone home and live with them, work for them (for free) or pay back all the money they gave me (allowance,birthday and Christmas money, and just everyday "go buy yourself something" money.)

I told them I don't owe them anything and hung up.

They showed up at my apartment I was renting, and started knocking. When I realized it was them I decided to ignore it but they kept knocking. Eventually I just let them in and they started going through all my stuff and taking anything of value (my tv,laptop,cash) and piling it by the door. I told them to stop and leave right now and they told me to "make them" so I called the police and they got arrested.

My ex- always forbade me to get a cat and forbid me to cut my long hair. He decided he wanted out since he had a girlfriend and announced he was leaving. That day I got a haircut and a kitten. He came back for some of his stuff and wanted to fuss about both of those and I was like “go back and tell Pam how to wear her hair and what pets she can have.”

I'm a software engineer. I used to have very long hair (not uncommon in our industry). Once in a weekly group status meeting, my boss looked at me and instead of asking me about the status of my assignment, he said "Get a haircut."

I just looked at him and said "No", knowing that he had no authority to force the issue. We continued to look at each other wordlessly for what seemed like an eternity (actually a minute or so) until he moved on to the next engineer for their status.

I think he wanted me to become insubordinate, but I didn't take the bait. I left that job about 3 years later.

Played a 4-queue in League of Legends and our 1 random was being annoying, trying to tell the rest of us what to do. And it wasn't in a constructive/teamwork way, it was essentially a "do as I say and stay out of my way" type of demand.

We just ended up letting him die a couple of times, told him to get out and that we were a 4-queue so he was in no position to be calling the shots. He quickly became a team player after that.

And that’s why I never play League unless I have at least 2 other friends in my party.

A while back, I got a job as a popcorn monkey in the local cinema, as a temporary thing while I figured out what I was doing with my life. There was a supervisor that had worked there since the site opened (around 5 years) who had numerous complaints about her from countless staff.

In the first week, I nearly quit because of her attitude - as an example one night I was on a close, and basically cleaned the entirety of the front of house on my own. I stopped to take a drink of water and she marched up to me going "WE DON'T PAY YOU TO STAND AROUND DRINKING YOU KNOW!" to which I calmly responded that I was thirsty, and needed a drink of water, and if she wanted to tell me I wasn't allowed to have a glass of water then good luck, but I'm pretty sure health and safety would have something to say about that.

About 2 weeks in I get promoted to Supervisor as I was clearly extremely competent by their usual standards but she also gets promoted to Floor Manager, so she continues to work her little power trips and try and lord it over me (and everyone else)

4 weeks after that, I get another promotion to Floor Manager, and at this point we're equals, so she can't boss me around anymore. So instead, she tries a different tack, which is to try and lord it over me with her superior knowledge of processes, where to find stuff etc.

My response is to go (saccharine sweet) "Oh thanks! That's so helpful, I mean you know how things work so much better than me, because you've been here 5 years, and I've only been here 6 weeks..." The look on her face was priceless.

When I was working at a collection agency for a few months (the pay was good but the job wasn't) I had a guy call in, absolutely livid.He ranted on and on about how he shouldn't have to pay us. As per how things flow, I advised him that the next step would be to take it to court if he didn't want to pay me.

He said something along the lines of: "Well I'm never going to buy from you ever gain!" Dude for some reason thought I cared if he didn't buy from the company that had passed his debt on to us, the collection agency, or thought we were one in the same.

Told him I didn't care, he still has to pay. He was even more livid when he realized there was no negotiating to be had.

I worked for 8 years servicing communications equipment on-site, 5 of those years were as the department manager. When oil was found in our area, we got so busy we could barely even think. Most of my team were pulling 12+ hour days 6 days a week and we were struggling to hire people quick enough.

One day, the CEO texted and said he hired an assistant manager for me, which was something I desperately needed. I was dirty as hell from my previous job and swung by the store to pick him up and take him to one of our sites where he would be doing paperwork. The moment he got in the truck, he immediately started complaining. He started telling me about how everything we were doing is wrong and the department manager (my name) was a total moron and he would have my job within a few months.

I just sat and mostly listened. He obviously didn't know shit about my industry and every time he would say something wrong, I would try to politely correct him and he'd either backtrack or insist that I was trained wrong. When we got to the site OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEST TEXAS DESERT, he complained about the layer of dust on everything and "ordered me" to clean up the entire site.

When I sat down at my desk, the guy continued to ramble about everything that was wrong and chastised me for sitting down at my desk when he told me to clean up the site. So I called for a taxi, filled out a notice of termination, and handed it to him. He looked absolutely shocked. Then he defiantly protested that only the CEO could fire him. I said and (my name), right? He sheepishly nodded. So I stuck my hand out for a handshake and introduced myself.

I can teach anyone how to service equipment, but I don't have a clue how to teach someone to not be a pain in the butt.

Many years ago, we fired a salesperson. She was a compulsive liar and unethical as hell. She was also living under the delusion that the place would fall apart without her, and that we’d be begging her to come back in a couple of weeks.

So it didn’t sit too well with her when we hired her replacement. His first day on the job, she calls him up to cuss him out for “stealing” her job. Later that day, she called corporate. I understand their conversation went like this.

Her: That bastard’s trying to steal my clients! He’s going around town telling people he replaced me!

Corporate: He DID replace you. Harass him again or any other employees and we’re calling the cops.

That finally convinced her that we weren’t going to be begging her to come back

My normally very sweet, supportive mother was a terror to drive with when I was on my learner's permit. She'd scream, shout, brace herself against the dash. It got to a point where I'd jump anytime she made any sudden movements while I was driving because I thought she was going to scream at me.

In my early 20s, I got the first car that I bought myself, paid insurance on, and the like. I was driving through a construction zone and she tried her usual thing. When I told her to knock it off, she said, "I can do what I want" basically. I said, "Not in MY car. I'm done with you acting this way. If you don't knock it off, I'm going to drop you off at the next rest stop and dad can pick you up." My dad was following us in my parent's car, so I wasn't ditching her. She'd just be transferring cars. After that, it all stopped. She may be doing it in her head, but she doesn't do it on the outside anymore.

The funny thing is, now that I'm a pretty experienced driver I can tell you she is one of the worst drivers I've ever ridden with.

I was cooking Thanksgiving dinner at my house for my husband, kids, and my parents. Midway through I burned myself on some hot oil that splashed up and got my arm. I loudly yelled the F word. My mom started to scold me for swearing around "her kids" and I very quickly shot that one down. She deflated like a balloon and sulked in the living room until it was mealtime.

I worked at a movie theatre and some customers were adamant that a staff member had stolen their wallet after they dropped it. Turns out that these people just couldn’t see and found the wallet once they actually looked for it. They got irate with literally everyone, from the mall security to the managers to the staff. Mall security finally said “get out of here” and the customers went “you can’t say that! This isn’t your theatre, we’re customers.” Mall security guy promptly said “this is my mall, and I can do whatever the f* I want.”

New CEO came to our department on the 1st day of his work. He didn't have a pass card yet and a lower level employee told him that he can't enter without pass card. CEO got upset and ordered a worker to let him in, but the worker insisted: show me the pass card, or you're not entering.

Few days later this worker got a bonus.

One of my jobs is in a hotel/restaurant/bar. A guest came into the bar after having been refused service at our sister hotel down the road. He was very drunk and had been rude, abusive and threatening to the staff. He insisted we serve him as he was a guest, but we’d already been phoned by our sister hotel so they could let us know what the situation was. We refused, but offered him some water and suggested he go up to his room. He then went on about how he had nearly bought our hotel and that he was practically our boss so we should serve him or he’d have us fired. We refused.

He told us he was a very rich man and would tip us hundreds of pounds if we served him. We refused. He was getting abusive at this point, so we again suggested he have some water and head up to his room. He went on to tell us that his brother was the mayor so we should serve him. We refused and told him he should go on up to his room yet again.

He then said he was going to the pub across the street but all the pubs/restaurants in our town have a barred from one barred from them all policy. We telephoned the other pubs to inform them of the situation. Many of them got back to us and said they had been offered money, been threatened with losing their jobs and also told the story of the mayor. All of the pubs stuck to their guns and refused to serve him. Eventually, he came back to the hotel and went to his room.

When I was still a child I saw how abusive my grandparents were to my parents when they used to stay in their house during their early years of marriage when they were broke. They were forced to accept the abuse and swallow their pride knowing that they were still indebted to them and had nowhere to go. Once they had enough money to leave my grandparents they moved to a small rented house.

My grandparents came for an unannounced visit and berate my dad for living in such a shanty house and how ungrateful he was for leaving their home. My dad was silent until they started blaming my mother for being a wife that brought "bad luck" to my dad and how she "poisoned" him into moving to a new home. My dad wasn't having any of their bile anymore and kicked them out.

They stop talking until my grandfather was dying of leukimia. My mom was the one who persuaded my dad to see him before he passed.

A few years ago I interviewed for a job (in the US) that was labeled as a senior-level position, which is my level of experience in this field. I go through 2 phone interviews and a stellar in-person interview. Shortly after the in-person interview, they call me and say they absolutely loved me and that I would be a great fit at the company. However, they thought I was "a little too green" (implying I was inexperienced) for the senior-level position, but lucky for me they have an opening for the junior-level position (at a salary decrease).

I kindly told them that the reason I applied to their job posting in the first place was because it was a senior-level position and that I wasn't going to take a step backwards in my career by taking a junior-level position since I had both the appropriate experience and the work history. I also let them know that trying to trick someone with senior-level experience into taking a junior-level position by stringing them along through interviews and a job offer was deceptive and unethical.

There was silence over the phone for a moment and then the interviewer said in an offended tone, "Well we've all had to make sacrifices for [company name]!" To which I replied, "You may have had to, but I don't make sacrifices for anyone."

Stunned silence.

Then the interviewer, who was so appalled that they didn't know what to say, replies, "Well ... Maybe you can think about it and I'll call you tomorrow to check in ..."

I said, "No thank you and please don't call me." and hung up the phone.

I work at a hotel. Its high end, so we often take the approach of just appeasing guests no matter what, so I frequently have to bite my tounge. However, we have a very desirable parking lot, and when people poach it we boot them. I love enforcing these, because I don't have to bite my tounge or apologize, as they aren't guests. My favorite one was this:

Girl parks, and walks to neighbor hotel. Our gm happens to be in the lot, and says hey just fyi this is parking for x hotel, not z hotel. She proceeds to say f* you, flips him off, and walks into neighbor hotel.

Gm calls me, and tells me. I giggle, grab the boot and slap it on her car. She comes back screaming and ranting. I tell her the cost is $200. She calls the police. The police ask "is this a private lot?" Yes. Ok then pay them. She refuses to pay and storms off. I get a call requesting the manager. I speak with them, its the girls mom. She is trying to say "oh my daughter didn't know, she was for a job interview" yada yada.

I let her go on, and when she finally stops making excuses, I tell her that her daughter flipped off the gm, and there is no way the boot is coming off without payment. On top of that, i tell her when she pays she better not come in swearing or yelling, or the price goes up to 300. She hangs up, the daughter comes back and silently hands me 200, with a look of rage on her face. I've never been so internally giggly before.

I worked at a grocery store for five years putting up with crazy customers and their awful attitudes.

At the end of my tenure our store was set to be closed, and for the last month the store was sold to a liquidation company. Meaning we were no longer under our parent company's umbrella and were no longer concerned with retaining customer loyalty.

I got to tell customers "no" and respond with every bit of sarcasm and disdain to every Karen I encountered for one month until the store officially closed.

I was about 12 years old, maybe younger. Often had been forced to stay with my Moms friends when she'd go out of town. The father was abusive. He'd do things like make tomatoes every night for dinner knowing I absolutely hated them. For a week. Threw me in a pool when I was small and he knew I couldn't swim. Classic 70s "macho man". He literally tortured me every chance he'd get.

Anyway, we went out to dinner one night. Me, my Mom, her friends and their kids. We were leaving the restaurant. I don't remember what preceded it, but he said "go ahead tough guy. hit me as hard as you can right in the gut" thinking I wouldn't do it because I was scared of him.

But this was my moment and I knew it. He was a small man, 5'6". I was at least as tall as him already. And as he gave me a stupid smile I pulled my fist back and belted him in the gut with EVERY ounce of strength I could muster.

He immediately doubled over. He was PISSED. He tried to turn it around on me, but his wife shut him up instantly. "You told him to do it. If you 'weren't ready' it's your fault, not his".

One of the most satisfying moments of my life. And one of the last times I had to endure Mr Tough Guy.

I was working a lab assistant shift(I'm a tech) receiving specimens and such, when a doctor phoned the lab. He was very upset that there was a test that was taking far too long in his opinion. I said okay, let's look at it, and asked what the test was. A fungal culture....

A fungal culture takes at least two weeks to see if anything grows. The patient was in the ER. I politely told him the test was a send out and they generally take about about two weeks or longer depending on the fungus.

He got all huffy and asked why it took so long and is there a way to speed up the process since he wants to discharge the patient. I chuckled a little because this is a common problem with cultures, we're literally waiting for stuff to grow, we can't just make them grow faster. I told him we don't have magical wands that make fungus grow really fast.

He then asked for a lab tech because I was just a lab assistant. I then let him know I was in fact a lab tech with experience in microbiology and I can tell him from first hand experience that fungal cultures are some of the slowest cultures, right up there was AFBs, and assured him that if anything comes of it, we'll let ER know. He didn't really like that, but said fine and hung up.

Some White House lady sat at my bar and tried to get a drink without ID. She pulled out her White House ID card which had no DOB. "I work at the White House". I told her that her bosses would be very proud of me enforcing their laws when I didn't serve her a drink.

My dad and i went to Lowes one time, and the guy helping us had on a veteran hat and a few pins kept trying to insinuate we didnt know what we were talking about, and that we didnt need what we were there for, and kept trying to argue about everything. so my dad asked what service he was in trying to break ice, and the dude said he was in team 6 1970-1974 in Vietnam, and trained in Great lakes, which was the wrong answer.

So my dad asked if he meant seal team 1 or 2. the man recognizing my dads service ring immediately buffed up on my dad and got tomato faced red and tried to assert dominance as a superior. So my dad immediately called the guy out for stolen valor, explained why he was full of it, and threatened to turn him in for it and get his management involved.

I haven't seen that guy in town in a while.

A few years ago a guy stopped me in the hardware store and asked if I was a painter. I looked down at my painters whites and said, yeah I do historical restoration work. He asked how much I charge per hour, and when I told him, he immediately told me I was too expensive and dropped my rate by 25%. I had already given him my number, but he kept belittling me, and saying I wasn't worth it. I just told him that I already had a full time job, and this would be in my off hours, so it needed to be worth my while. He finally let me leave the store, then called me 3 or 4 times, each time hemming and hawing over if he wanted to actually use me or not, he's got a bunch of properties, it would be a sweet gig, but not at those prices. And I just kept telling him that's fine, don't use me if you don't want to. Eventually I recognized his number and stopped picking up.

He really thought he had some sort of power over me, and I'd jump at the opportunity. Luckily I didn't have to take the work, I was making good enough money as it was. He would have nitpicked absolutely everything, and probably not paid me at the end anyway. But he was so certain he'd have power in the situation, that he didn't seem able to comprehend me not wanting to barter with him.

That would be a customer we had named Nick. I'll leave his last name out to protect the stupid. He would e-mail us and always cc editor@.com and most of his e-mails were things like "NOTHING F* WORKS". None of the national newspapers responded, I imagine some underling just rolled his eyes and deleted them. Finally he said, fix this in 5 minutes or I cancel.

My manager says "let me see that e-mail". He responded "Thank you, I cancelled your account. We don't want customers like you anyway. If you want to contact the media, that's your call, I'll happily provide the months of threatening e-mails you sent to my staff".

He gave us months of headaches over a £45/quarter account. We definitely didn't need him.

So my uncle is a deputy sheriff, and one time he was at an airport talking to my aunt over the phone in Spanish. Once he got done with his call some nearby Karen that overheard him went up to him and started demanding to see his green card (uncle has an accent too so you can tell he's wasn't born in the US).

Uncle decides to toy with her and tells her he doesn't know what a green card is and has never heard of one. She gets more pissed and keeps demanding to see it. He messes with her some more then eventually he goes "Well I don't got a green card but I got this" then takes out his wallet and shows her his badge. She immediately walked away while my uncle laughed his butt off.