Random Satisfying Revenge Stories Of People Doing EXACTLY What They Were Told (16 items)

• (#2) Can Break Dress Code For School Uniforms? Alright Bet

  From Redditor u/TexasFordTough

  Waaaaay back in 2013 I was a sophomore in highschool, and there was a tradition that on fridays, the cheerleaders, football players (without their pads of course) band members, and the other groups performing wore their uniforms to class. This wasn’t a written tradition, and only the cheerleaders and dance team’s uniforms broke “dress code”, nobody really batted an eye to it.

  I wasn’t a skirt person, but I liked dresses once and a while (once IN a while sorry). As one can tell by my user, I grew up in Texas, and it’s still significantly hot in August/September. So one time while wearing a casual sun dress in September, I was pulled out of class and reprimanded because the end of my dress was 4 inches above the knee, when the dress code said no shorter than 2. I pointed out the cheerleaders and dance teams uniforms every Friday and how they reached mid thigh at their longest, but was told that was okay because “students can wear official school uniforms”. And was sent home to change.

  Clearly, somehow someone had forgotten I was on the golf team. Immediately my mind was turning to the next Friday.

  The school had recently upgraded the golf team uniforms the year prior, and the girls team uniforms consisted of a short sleeve collared polo shirt, and a skort. If you don’t know what a skort is, it’s essentially a skirt and short shorts combined. It looks like a skirt, but they essentially act like built in bike shorts, and these f*ckers were SHORT, I’d argue shorter than the average cheerleader skirt.

  So that next Friday (about 3 days later) to my parents surprise, I was ready to go that morning in my golf uniform, as compared to taking a bag to keep the clothes in to change into after school. But I just said “Fridays, we can wear our uniforms to class”, and they accepted without question and took me to school.

  Well by second period, I was sent to the office yet again and the first thing the assistant principal asked me was why I would “deliberately disobey her right after our last conversation” and threatened in school suspension, I’ll never get anywhere in life by not listening, yada yada yada.

  When I finally had a chance to get a word in, I said “but this is my school golf uniform” and I pointed to our schools logo that was sewn into my polo shirt. “You said students can wear official school uniforms to class, why are the cheerleader uniforms okay and mine isn’t? This isn’t even a skirt, it’s a skort, it has pants!”

  I still remember how pissed off she was. She stared me down for what seemed like a millennia. Then she snapped and told me to get out of her office, and go sit in the lobby area. That I knew what she meant and she would be calling my parents about this blatant disrespect. So I waited and played on my iPod and chatted with the nice secretary, trying to keep myself distracted, because in reality I had been really trying not to cry. I had massive anxiety when it came to authority, but I still had my naive sense of injustice, and I didn’t just want to let this go.

  After about 20 minutes, she popped her head out and in a very monotone voice, told me I could go back to class and to let teachers know I had gotten permission from the front office to wear my uniform. Then she went back in and closed the door before I could even think to respond. I spent the rest of my day dealing with teachers questioning me about my outfit and 1 or 2 calling the front office to double check my claim that I had in fact gotten permission, and went to practice after school as normal before being carpooled back home.

  My dad met me at the front door with a small smirk and I asked him what in the world happened because I knew he was the go-to contact for my school, so I knew she called him. He explained that when she called and tried to get him to come to the school and get me and talked about punishments for my insubordination, he immediately began to argue with her and admitted he raised his voice quite a bit, asking why I wasn’t allowed to wear my sport uniform that the school provided to me as a dress requirement at my golf practice, and mentioned taking this all the way to the school board and resolving this “obvious favoritism”.

  He then asked me not to do that again, but that he was proud of me, and told me “I know I had told you never to start a fight, but to always fight back, I always thought physically, but you d*mn sure took the advice.”
• (#7) Take All My Breaks? No Problem

  From Reddito ru/tdlm40

  I was working as a temp for a company, and the women in my area were horrible. Catty as all hell. They started picking on everything I did, because I was making them look bad with the sheer amount of work I was doing, so they figured they would find reasons to get me in trouble.

  I smoked. So I would run out at convenient times during my work day for a quick puff, and I would only take 1/2 hour for lunch just to eat. They told my immediate supervisor that I was taking too many breaks. I was reminded by my supervisor of labor laws, and how I get 2 15 minute breaks, and an hour for lunch. I always keep track of all breaks in a note pad (time out, time in), and I never came close to 1.5 hours of breaks before (including bathroom breaks). I told my immediate supervisor this, and he said "you need to follow the rules, but be sure to make use of your notepad".

  Here comes the good part. This job involved all customs paperwork for aircraft parts for military planes that were being fixed. There was never a good 15 minutes or an hour to leave the desk... there was always a call, always an emergency, always paperwork that needed to be done. But, I started going for my breaks like a good girl. 2 breaks Exactly 15 minutes in length, and 1 60 minute lunch. Low and behold the other 2 started complaining because they couldn't handle the pace of their job plus mine. (I did it when they would go on breaks just fine).

  I ended up leaving that job right before they lost their jobs..
• (#1) Sign The Form Or Get Fired? Okay Then

  From Reddito ru/Blewyouremyboy

  In high school a few friends and myself worked at a local chain restaurant. We were fully able to run the day shift but had never really broken down the equipment and closed up for the evening. One particular night, a few of the night shift had called in sick, we were asked to pull a double and close the restaurant, which we did. Essentially worked from 10a.m. until after midnight. Myself and my three friends and a manager. We were really tired but felt that we had done the right thing and helped out the company.

  The next day the four of us come into work another day shift. The day manager pulls us into her office, one by one, and informs us that she would need to write us up because we hadn't properly cleaned and filtered the fry grease. Regardless of our leaning in for a double, having never closed or been trained on closing procedures, and having been given permission by the night manager to leave (meaning all closing work had been completed). After a quick chat with my friends, it was aligned that I was going to push back on the write up, and if the day manager insisted on writing up us, we would quit. I informed the manager that we were collectively not going to sign the write up slips. Her alternative, threat, was that we would be fired, to which I informed her that if she insisted on writing us up for helping out, pulling a double, not being trained, and having been released by the night manager....then we would quit. Collectively. Immediately. She responded with "If you don't sign the write up, then you will be fired." A staring contest follows, I eventually break in with an, " Ok. I guess we are fired then." We turned in our hats, quit symbolically and left. It was really really amazing, my friend quit mid-burger prep, my other friend simply walked off the cash register in the middle of taking an order. We clocked out and walked out the back, leaving only the day manager in the restaurant. Customers in line, customers at the drive thru.

  Later that same day, we decided return to our place of prior employment. To have dinner. The night shift must have still been sick as the entire restaurant was staffed with managers from nearby restaurants (same chain), including our day manager, who was now pulling her own double, and the night manager that had released us the prior evening. There was nothing better than eating our burgers and watching the management staff fail at every station and knowing that their pride, lack of rational flexibility, and threats had resulted in one of the most righteous meals we ever ate together.

  Needless to say we were all employed at the next chain restaurant down the street in a matter of days. It's been nearly thirty years and I remember that stand off, her ultimatum, and our walk out like it was last week.
• (#3) "If You Don't Like My Rules, Drop The Class"? Okay

  From Redditor u/KiSpacePanda

  So when I was a freshman in college I registered for a basic English 102 course that doubled as a humanities credit. I thought “great, two birds one stone” despite the Rate My Professor for this class being abysmal at best.

  A few things to note, I have ADHD and dyslexia (bs ds ps and gs) so I have a hard time reading most times but especially handwritten stuff. Even my own. It’s also important to note that I had an ADA allowance on file (meaning I get some permissions to allow me to take classes and function as normally as possible). These permissions included use of my tablet during class to write notes and about an hour longer on tests.

  Well first day of class, the professor strolls in with the arrogance and snobbitude of someone who thinks they’re getting tenured this year. He starts talking, going over the syllabus and says “there will be no phones, laptops or technology of any kind in my class. You will write all your notes by hand” which isn’t going to work for me, so I raise my hand and ask him if I can talk to him privately about the rule.

  That went over about as well as a lead ballon and he starts getting snippy and says “anything you need to talk with me about can be found in the syllabus”. But again I said that I needed to talk to him and that it was pretty important. Finally he just says to say it to the class, he doesn’t have time to take out to deal with whining of any kind. Like ok dude. So I say that I’m dyslexic and need my tablet to do the notes and read the assignments, and that my ADA permissions are on file and emailed to all my professors before class.

  He says “yeah I saw the email but I don’t care. You can do the work just like everyone else, you’re not special even if you were in special ed”

  The class goes deadly quiet at that.

  Im absolutely shocked at his bold and completely hilarious lack of awareness and care for his job. Im staring at him open mouthed and he thinks he’s won. He’s got this smug little face like I’ve just been told and they’re no other options nor is there any way he’ll regret his behavior.

  One of the girls in class finally finds her voice and calls hun out in his ableism and lack of decorum but he cuts her off saying “if you don’t like my rules, you can drop the class” so she says “okay” and pulled out her laptop and dropped the class right in front of him, and taking the cue from her 3 other students and I do the same and we leave class together. (At the same time)

  I’ve never met this girl before but she then asks me if I want to go to the dean because honestly I’m really shaken so I said yes and we go straight there telling the dean of students what happened as well as the ADA counselor. They took the girls statement and mine, and discovered that this Professor had pulled this sh*t for years but nobody wanted to get involved.

  Six months later I hear that not only had the Professor not gotten tenured, but he was fired and blacklisted from teaching at the collegiate level.
• (#16) Want It Spicy? Copy That

  From Redditor u/SuperTommyD0g

  So I used to work as a waiter in an Indian restaurant. Every now and again we used to get a couple that would come in an always tried to impress each other with how spicy they can handle their curry. Today the girlfriend went for a Rogan Josh (not spicy) and the boyfriend went for a Jalrezi. They also ordered a pepsi max each. So I went back to the kitchen and 20 minutes later bought out the meals. 5 minutes later low and behold the girlfriend told me it wasn't spicy enough so I went back and go her a Madras (pretty spicy). I saw her try it and obviously struggle a little but she still said she wanted something hotter. So I went back told the chef and bought out a Vindaloo (the hottest curry you could get at the establishment). The second it touched her tongue she went wild. Shouting at me and demanding that I get her some water and then milk. When she finally calmed down they tried to leave but my manager stopped them and made them pay. All in all drinks the 4 curries and poppadoms it was around £70 - £80. They haven't been back since.
• (#10) Need The Husband To Show Up? I'll Show Up In A Truck

  From Redditor u/onanonanon19

  My wife is a Doc. She tired of the frequent service visits her Merc required and visited an Infiniti store. She was told that she could not drive a Q45 unless I was present.

  She called me at work; not far from the dealer. Salesman confirmed what she said ... we must both be present for the test drive. Idiots.

  The landscaping crew was doing their thing outside my office, so I decided to employ them in my subterfuge. I changed into my workout clothes, rolled around in the grass and paid Hector $100 to drive his rusted-out, extended cab pick-up and long trailer loaded with mowers ... me and his crew, to the dealership.

  The dealer was located downtown, on a postage stamp lot ... and there was no place to park the truck & trailer without completely bolixing their only street entrance and parking lot entry.

  They: Move your truck!

  Me: You told me I had to be here for the test drive.

  They: Who are you?

  Me: Her husband. You called me away from mowing the ...

  They: Your POS truck is blocking everything! (Correct!)

  Me: Are you going to let the nice lady doctor do a test drive?

  They folded quickly. She bought the Q45 from a different Infiniti dealer.

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