Malicious Compliance
Malicious compliance is a term many aren't familiar with, but it's a concept that resonates with plenty of Reddit users. It's when someone follows a set of rules to the letter, even though they know doing so could work against the person enforcing them.
In essence, malicious compliance is about using strict adherence to rules as a way to highlight their flaws or the negative impact they might have. It's a subtle form of rebellion, where the rule-follower uses the letter of the law to demonstrate how it doesn't benefit the one who created it.
Close-knit Family
Years ago, my family moved into a close-knit neighborhood where the houses were tightly packed, and we disliked how exposed our kitchen was. To solve this, we spent thousands on plants to create some privacy. Unfortunately, just a week later, my parents woke up to find that all the plants had been chopped down. My dad confronted our neighbor, who claimed the plants were on his property and had every right to remove them. He warned us that any future encroachments would be reported.
Determined, my father called the landscaping company, who replanted the plants under warranty. We made sure they were properly positioned on our land. But days later, we caught the neighbor chopping them down again at 2 a.m. This time, we called the police for property damage. After a tense conversation, the neighbor hired a professional to mark his property line, revealing that his fence had encroached 11 feet onto our land. His fence came down, and he paid nearly $10,000 for the damage. Finally, we enjoyed the privacy we had wanted.
Handling His Affair
My father passed away on Father's Day in 2012. As an only child, I was left to handle his affairs, including the cancellation of his utilities. I called the company, and the representative instructed me to send in his certified death certificate. After mailing it, I received another bill the following month, so I called again. This time, the new representative refused to speak to me, saying she needed to talk to the account holder, who, of course, was deceased.
Frustrated, I went to the public utilities office with another death certificate and my father's ashes in a clear bag. I placed them on the desk and asked the supervisor to tell him I loved him when she spoke to him. The situation escalated with police involvement, though no laws were broken. Eventually, after a private discussion, the supervisor’s boss handled the situation. This experience highlighted the power of managers to bend rules on the spot.
At A Grocery Store
I work at a grocery store, where my boyfriend and I often shop. Occasionally, we'll spot each other, and he'll wave or say hello, but we don’t linger unless it’s during my break. My manager didn’t know I was gay when he hired me, but he quickly figured it out after asking about the guy who waved at me. His reaction was awkward, and from that moment on, he started watching my boyfriend whenever he came in. If my boyfriend waved, the manager would accuse me of slacking, even though I was just stocking shelves and smiling in his direction.
After a week, my manager privately told me my boyfriend was too distracting and that he shouldn't shop while I was on shift, threatening that I could lose my job. Instead of taking legal action, I decided to have a little fun. I told my friends about the situation, and soon, dozens of flamboyant, openly gay people flooded the store. My manager hid in the back, but every customer needed his help with trivial questions. He left early that day and stopped criticizing me afterward, likely because I wasn't as openly gay as he feared.
His Entire Career
I’ve spent my entire career as a mechanic, but one experience still stands out. A customer came in with a complaint about a vibration in her vehicle. Upon inspecting the car, I found a nearly broken tie rod and a faulty rack and pinion. The passenger side wheel was dangerously loose, disconnected from the steering system, and could have completely failed while driving. I informed the customer that the car was unsafe to drive and explained the cost of repairs.
She insisted that I reassemble the car so she could leave, but I refused, explaining that if it broke after letting her go, I could be held responsible. She threatened to call the police, and when they arrived, I showed them the situation. The officers understood my concern and instructed me to let her go. I made her sign a waiver, and she left. Soon after, her car was impounded, and she was ticketed for reckless driving. I couldn’t help but feel satisfied.
Mechanic His Whole Life
I’ve worked as a mechanic my whole life, and one experience stands out. A customer came in complaining about a vibration in her car. After lifting the vehicle, I found a nearly broken tie rod and a faulty rack and pinion. The passenger-side front wheel was dangerously loose and could disconnect from the steering at any moment. I informed her it wasn’t safe to drive and gave her an estimate for repairs.
However, she insisted on leaving and asked me to reassemble the parts. I refused, explaining that if something went wrong after I let her drive away, I’d be held liable. She became enraged, threatening to sue and even calling the police. The officers came, understood the safety risk, and advised me to let her go after signing a waiver. She left with a smug look, only to be pulled over and have her car impounded for reckless driving. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
A Few Years Ago
A few years ago, I was on a 16-hour flight from LA to Singapore, and being 6'3", economy seats aren’t the most comfortable for me. My knees were typically pressed against the seat in front, making it impossible for the person in front to recline. Most people understand when they see how cramped I am, but on this flight, things were different.
The man in front of me tried to recline but couldn't because of my legs. He turned around, asked if I could move, and I explained that I physically couldn’t. He became frustrated and started pushing back on his seat, demanding a new seat from the flight attendant. After a heated exchange, the co-pilot offered me a business class seat to resolve the situation. The man was furious when I walked past him to my upgraded seat, and I got to enjoy a much more comfortable flight with free drinks.
Eight Weeks
I work in an office with an eight-week busy season that requires mandatory overtime, often lasting 12-14 hours a day. During this time, the company reimburses us for dinner up to $13 per meal, as long as we submit a claim at the end of the season, no receipts required. Since food options near my office are limited, I usually bring dinner from home, but on rare occasions when I’m too tired to cook, I purchase a meal. Over the eight weeks, I bought around 10 meals, with 3 of those meals exceeding the $13 limit by $0.50. My manager approved the slight overage and signed off on my claim.
However, after submitting my expense report, Head Office rejected it, insisting I remove the $1.50 overage. Despite explaining my manager’s approval, they insisted on strict adherence to the policy. Upon reviewing the policy, I discovered it also allows for a $10 per diem for home-prepared meals, so I amended my claim accordingly, including an additional $300 for the 30 meals I brought from home. It turns out, reading the policy thoroughly pays off!
Despite A Clear Sign
I work at a store where, despite a clear sign, customers with $50s and $100s expect us to break their bills without using a bank. This often results in angry customers draining our tills, leading to corporate involvement. Their solution? To make us carry more cash. It's obvious they've never worked a register, as they don’t understand the difficulty of keeping large amounts of money in the till. Still, they insisted, so we complied by bringing in more small bills.
Taking a cheeky approach, we went to the bank for stacks of $5s and $1s. When customers came in with large bills, they were met with change in the form of these small bills. When they complained about missing $20s, we explained that the higher denominations kept depleting our cash reserves. Eventually, the customers got the message, and we were able to stick to our guns with a bit of “malicious compliance.”
Medical Transportation
I worked for a medical transportation company with a Medicaid contract, and one of their rules was that we couldn't assist patients inside their homes. One elderly woman lived in a house with a small foyer requiring three steps to the main floor. The only alternative entrance was a rickety back staircase leading to a bedroom upstairs. The common-sense solution was to take her through the front door, but Medicaid insisted we use the back stairs.
Despite the policy, we chose to take her through the front door. After a random inspection, an inspector ruled that we weren't in compliance, and our appeal was rejected. The company demanded we follow the outside staircase rule, but some drivers, frustrated by the situation, quit temporarily, assisting the woman at the front door before reapplying for their jobs. The company allowed this, noting the short employment gaps to maintain compliance. The situation, though absurd, led to a small rebellion against unreasonable regulations.
No Change
I was managing a large national chain restaurant when I was temporarily assigned to a location an hour away. Upon arriving, I quickly realized the General Manager had failed to order any change for the restaurant’s safe, and the local bank branch was closing soon. With limited time, I grabbed $800 and drove to the bank where I had a personal account. When I asked for change, the teller informed me they didn’t provide that service, even after I mentioned our business account.
Frustrated, I had an idea. I returned to the bank with my personal checkbook, approached the same teller, and told her I wanted to close my account due to the poor service. I requested $400 in $5 bills, $300 in $1 bills, and various rolled coins. She processed my request, and I got the change. Later, I closed my remaining accounts with them and switched to a more customer-focused bank.
Wrong Color
I used to work as a 911 dispatcher, and I once took a call from a lady who was complaining about a black man walking down the street. He was doing nothing wrong except, as she put it, "He's black and walking down the street." She insisted an officer be dispatched to speak with her, and we had a policy that we had to dispatch. So I sent the only black officer on duty.
It was out of his area, but a computer message to him and the supervisor made it obvious why he was going. When he arrived, she went nuts and called again, screaming that there was now a black man knocking on her door. I said, "Yes, this is the police officer you requested." Ultimately I had to send the supervisor out because she refused to open the door and was throwing a huge fit on the phone. Tipping is a generous way of saying thank you to your server. But one Redditor's company didn't want him tipping a measly $3. But he got them back for it.
$3 Tip
When going over my expense report, my company saw I tipped 20% for lunch one afternoon. Lunch was $15; the tip was $3. They told me that is too much "because I wouldn't do that with my money." Heck yeah, I do. I just took the better part of an hour of my server's time. The least I could do is leave $3. It's $3, for crying out loud, but rules are rules. However, my company is fairly generous, allowing me $75 a day to spend on food, which I never do, and that's about to change.
For lunch today, instead of my usual salad or sandwich, I went for lobster grilled cheese. And, of course, upgraded my regular fries to duck fat fries. Enjoy "saving" that 5% for the rest of my travel meal expenses. Karen's can be the worst nightmare when it comes to being in the service industry. But one employee got the better of her.
The Manager
I worked at a Subway that didn't have any authority/managers, just a couple of minimum wage base-level workers. I don't remember what this particular customer was mad about, but she was arguing with me and didn't like the answer I gave her. She asked to speak to the manager, and without being a manager, I decided to promote myself on the spot and replied with, "manager speaking, how can I help you." This did not make her very happy because she realized she was not going to get a different answer and asked for a phone number to call.
The owner has specifically told us never to give his cell number to customers, so I gave her the store number. She gives me a triumphant grin thinking about how much trouble she's about to get me in, when the phone behind me starts to ring. I will never forget the face she gave me as I answered the phone, looked her in the eyes, and asked her, "how may I help you?" The next Redditor found a loophole in their multiple-choice test. But when the teacher's the one who points it out, is it really their fault?
One Strike
Some years ago, my dad was at a several-day course to earn some additional qualifications for his job. On the final day, there was going to be a multiple-choice test to actually pass the seminar. On test day, everyone got settled into place, and the teacher announced that he would not go easy on cheaters: You had one strike to be caught trying to copy off of someone else or use a cheat sheet, but if you were caught a second time, you would be immediately thrown out, and your score made invalid. Now, this teacher was very old-school strict and treated grown working people like unruly schoolchildren, and my dad did not like that very much.
So my dad proceeds to take the test, and it goes pretty well! When he's through with the questions, there is just one left where he's not sure he's got it right. And he has a free strike, after all. So my dad yells out into the class. Just calls out, "What's the answer to question 14?" Some complete bro elsewhere in the room yells the answer-back. My dad fills in the sheet, gets up, walks to the teacher's desk, presumably tries not to trip on the teacher's jaw as it lies on the floor, hands in his test, and leaves the room. To the teacher's credit, he approached my dad afterward with some begrudging respect. I don't know if he changed his policy afterward or the tone in which he conveyed it.
Overtime Pay
I worked in an electricity retailer call center. It was highly unionized, but the management tracked login times to the minute. One incredibly ridiculous thing they did was if you were a minute or two late, they would literally dock your pay by that many minutes. It wasn't really enough for us to really notice, and I'm sure they didn't actually save any money — I mean, if you were 15 minutes late, I could understand not paying, but 3 minutes late? Well, eventually, the union discovered what they were doing and were completely furious that they hadn't been consulted about this stingy move. The union demanded log-on and log-off times for everyone in the call center. What management hadn't counted on was that all of us would often need to wrap up calls and clear the call queue before the call center could officially close.
This often meant that operators would leave several minutes after their shift. On bad occasions, it could be a 15-20 minute delay before they could clock off, but mostly it was only a few minutes. The union made management recalculate everyone's pay for the year based on the clock-on and clock-off times. They also pointed out that staying past the end of the shift triggered penalty rates. It turns out everyone (and I mean everyone!) had spent more time wrapping up calls at the end of the day than they were late clocking on. Each of us got paid for lost wages at overtime rates. It cost them a fortune, and they never docked the pay of anyone who was late ever again.
FiHired
Years ago, I had a thankless labor/service job with a pretty unappreciative boss. One morning, I roll into the office at about 7:25 and get a dirty look from the boss as I head to the dispatcher's office to collect my day's work (supposed to be there for 7:15). I'd actually been working until about 1:30 the night before and was thinking that only being 10 minutes late wasn't bad. When I got my stack of papers for the day, I let out one of those low groans and said, "You've gotta be kidding me!" It was going to be another long day. Boss takes that as his chance to call me out in front of the rest of the office: "Hey, if you're going to show up late and then complain about work, we don't need you around here. You're fired." Dunno if he thought I would apologize for coming in late and ask not to be fired, but I knew that I could have a new, equally crappy job before the end of the day.
So I called his bluff, handed over my clipboard, and walked away. He must have looked through my work for the day and realized that he didn't have anyone that could do what I could do, and with the labor market crunch, he just didn't have anybody. On my way out to my car, I stopped and started chatting with my buddy and the dispatcher, having a smoke. Boss comes out and tells me to meet him in his office so we can discuss my attitude. I said, "I'm not going to your office. I just got fired." My buddy and the dispatch are shocked. Buddy says: "you know he pulled 18 hours yesterday and 15 the day before that. Why did you fire him? We've got no one to do his run today!" Boss is taken a little aback and says: "I didn't say you're fired. I said you're FiHired. So here's your route for the day." I say, "Well if I just got hired, we should talk about my starting wage." And that's how I got a $2/hour raise. The next Redditor gave a little justice to a little brat that was having a tantrum.
Ice Cream Vendor
Last summer, I worked as an ice cream vendor on the beach of my hometown. Best job I ever had. People were nice to me. I got to work on my tan, and it paid pretty well, but most importantly, we were allowed to eat the delicious ice cream during our breaks. One day, I'm serving a man and his son. The man orders a cone with two scoops for him and a cone with one scoop for the little one. The kid wasn't happy about that and said to his dad that he also wanted two scoops. The dad explains that the scoops are pretty big and that one will suffice for him. I confirm this to help the Dad, even offering to make it extra big. Still, the kid doesn't budge. Instead, he starts throwing a tantrum, nearly crying about how he wanted two scoops. The dad, clearly not wanting to ruin his vacation mood, gives up and says to the kid he can have two scoops. "However," he adds, "if you can't finish your ice cream like I said you wouldn't, no more TV for you for the rest of the vacation!" The kid happily agrees, claiming he could eat a whole tub of ice cream. Big mistake, kid.
I, being the petty person that I am, wanted to teach this brat a lesson. I proceed by scooping one of the most gigantic scoops I've ever scooped in my entire scooping career. I put it on the cone; the kid's eyes widened in shock. My scoop goes back for more. I see the kid tremble in disbelief. I scoop the second most gigantic scoop a scooper could scoop and graciously add it to the first one. I hand the monstrosity I've created to the kid, who by now realizes he won't watch TV again this summer. The dad seemed pretty cool with it. He even tipped me a little, which was very rare. All in all, a pretty good day. Our next Reddor's friend decided to let his teacher meet his dad after their persistence. The only catch was that the dad was in an urn.
Meet My Dad
So my friend Talon's dad died about five years ago. They got him cremated, so Talon has an urn with his dad's ashes in it. One of our teachers was mad at Talon about something (I'm not sure what), but the teacher demanded to meet Talon's father. He tried multiple times to tell our teacher that his dad was, in fact, dead.
But Mr. McJerk wouldn't listen to him. So the next day, Talon shows up to school with his dad's urn and plops it on the teacher's desk, and says, "You wanted to meet my dad, so here." I have never seen a teacher so mortified in my life. Another dispatcher called the grumpy owner of a stolen car. It didn't end well for the owner.
Dispatcher
I work as an emergency dispatcher and 911 operator. The other night we got a call about a pickup truck parked at a tire store, loading tires in the back. Deputies responded and found that, yes, a theft had obviously occurred and asked if I would call the owner to see if he wanted to come out and file a report. The owner was obviously annoyed with the 1:30 phone call, as people tend to be, but once I explain the circumstances, they tend to react appreciatively. But as I began, "This is [County] communications. We have deputies out at your-" he snarled, "YOU DON'T CALL ME AT THIS TIME OF THE MORNING!" and hung up.
Well. He obviously didn't care that much, then, did he? I radioed the deputies. "Made contact with the owner, and he advised us not to call him at this time of the morning." "[County], did you add that to the notes?" "10-4. I did." "Show us clearly, then!" A few days later, my supervisor told me the owner, after filing a report the next day for the stolen tires, complained that we should have contacted him when it happened. The complaint made it down to my supervisor, who kicked the notes and a recording of the 45-second phone call back up the chain. The owner was basically told where he could shove his complaint. Our next Redditor's dad was the boss of a company, and when the landlord of a bar crossed him, he had to deal with repercussions from the entire company.
Everyone Walked Out
My dad was one of the three partners at one of his former companies (about medium-sized). One day, he and his company went to a drinks party. I don't think it was exactly a company party, but it was more than an after-work drink at the pub. Anyway, the bar was serving aperitifs, and my dad asked for his without ice, as he hates ice tainting his drink. The landlord, who was behind the bar, refused and said the ice was mandatory. So he served my dad's with ice. Dad accepted it, took the ice out, and laid it on the drain rack that goes under the beer draughts. The landlord ordered him to leave. My dad was half expecting it but asked him to repeat himself. The landlord once again told him to leave. My dad said, "Okay," and started to leave.
And his company all started to file out after him. The landlord protested, "No, no, you don't all have to leave. Only he has to leave." One of the other staffers said something along the lines of, "Sorry mate. He's the big boss. We all go where he goes." So they all left and went to another bar. They had made a reservation at the bar they were leaving, but they hadn't put down any deposit for it and hadn't bought any drinks yet. The aperitifs had been complimentary, so the landlord didn't even get paid for those. What's worse than a bad case of food poisoning? Well, not having the aisle seat in a plane when you bought one.
Aisle Seat
Here is a bit of a backstory before we jump in – I've been in India for the last two weeks on a course with my university. Just a day before I flew out I must've eaten something dodgy because I got the infamous "Delhi Belly." As someone who likes to think ahead, I decided to book aisle seats for all my flights, knowing I'd probably be taking multiple trips to the bathroom. As I made my way to my seat, I realized an older woman had taken it for herself. I pointed at the number above, but instead of moving to her middle seat, she got up and motioned for me to sit in it.
At this point, I thought about telling her what the deal was with my colonic calamity but decided to just let my actions speak for me. As soon as the seat belt sign went off after takeoff, I got up to take the first of many dumps. She had actually fallen asleep at this point, so I had to wake her up so she could get up (grumpily). Twenty minutes later, I had to go again. A total of 4 dumps later, and we're still 1.5 hours from landing, she's getting irate. Finally, after my 5th and final defecation, she offered to swap seats. The cherry on top – I didn't even get up again until we landed. What do you do when a customer never tips and wants her food at the exact delivery time? Sit outside her house and wait.
Not Early Or Late
I deliver food for a major company for a living, and while most of our customers are very nice, we get the occasional person who drives us crazy. One customer requested her food be delivered at 5:30 pm. I left the store at about 5:20 pm, knowing it'd take about ten minutes to get there. I ended up getting stuck behind slow drivers and arrived at 5:34 pm. This woman flipped out. She was yelling at me and telling me that when she requests something for a specific time, it had better be there AT that time, no sooner, no later! No tip. This process repeated, but I came to enjoy having some quiet time to eat, even if I wasn't getting tipped. One day I was in a particularly mischievous mood and decided to just sit outside her house and eat my lunch.
When I finally rang the doorbell at 5:30 pm, she immediately whipped open her door and yelled, "HAVE YOU BEEN SITTING OUTSIDE MY HOUSE THIS WHOLE TIME WITH MY FOOD?!" "Yes," I said. "WHY DIDN'T YOU BRING IT TO ME THEN?!" "Because you said when you ordered something for 5:30, you wanted it at 5:30. It's 5:30. I Didn't want to bring it to you too early." No tip. Worth it. A similar story where a Redditor couldn't make his deliveries early meant that he took advantage of the system.
Two Hour Window
Years back, I drove a truck/delivered furniture. My helper and I got along great, and we worked very well together. The warehouse manager was kinda a douche-bag that really got off on the power trip. He was always so serious like he believed that you couldn't have fun at work. He instituted a "Two Hour Window" policy for deliveries. I'm sure most of you are familiar with this now, but it was new to the company. He would create our route for us, time everything in his head, and create a schedule. He would then call the customers and let them know what two hours we would be expected at their house. The first day the policy was in place, my partner and I kicked butt. We got so we were ahead of our window, So I called the next customer and asked if they minded if we came early.
The customer was very happy that they didn't have to wait. I did that for the rest of the deliveries that day. We ended up back at the warehouse before our last delivery was even scheduled. Did we get a GREAT JOB!!? Did we hear," Maybe I messed up on the scheduling?" No, we hear, "You broke the rules by going to the customer's house before I said you could be there. If it happens again, you will get written up!" We would start out our day working really hard. We would fly through the deliveries until we reached a time where we would just stop for an hour or two. I live in New Jersey. There is a lot you can do. We went to arcades, museums, and the beach. All paid time because we wouldn't want to break the rules and get written up. Another Redditor had their roommate's sister hate certain phrases. Luckily she had a thesaurus.
Synonyms Don't Count
So my roommate's sister is some kind of religious tyrant and apparently doesn't let her kids say common words and phrases, including "oh my God," "oh my gosh/goodness," "awesome," "good," or "great." Because only God can be those things. Cue me being a bit of a jerk. My roommate and I went to his sister's house to drop something off, and I made sure to use words like "venerated," "sacrosanct," "sublime," and "pietistic" when talking about the most mundane things.
I got a couple of half-awkward smiles, clearly showing she had no idea what I was saying. It was so ironic and funny at the same time. When a boss decides to cancel your leave when you have all the passwords, what are they supposed to do when you resign?
Cutting Her Leave Short
My employer decided to convert all of a certain class of our records from paper-based files to digital. There were three immediate problems. Our company was not going to buy a generic system but develop our own unique, tailored system. It was to be done on the cheap, with net savings for record-keeping from Year 1. The guy in charge (let's call him Genius) always (and I mean ALWAYS) thought he was the smartest guy in the room. Believe me. He wasn't. Anyway, one of the girls I worked with took on the project on the condition that she could have the next July off for her wedding and honeymoon. She worked hard, and the project was actually making progress. One of her duties was passwords, none of which could be written anywhere because Genius knew this was 'bad.' She periodically reminded Genius about the July wedding, and he told her it'd be fine, but never signed off the paperwork. Come mid-May, the project was WAY behind, mainly because Genius told management it could all be done in-house at negligible cost, and Genius kept changing the design every time he read a new magazine article on IT.
My friend was then told six weeks out from the wedding that her leave was canceled. The project took priority, and she'd just have to reschedule her wedding, honeymoon, and the work. Genius could not see that this might be a problem. So she did her job, updated the passwords as required, never recording them anywhere, as required, and resigned without notice on the last day of June. On her honeymoon, she gets a frantic call from Genius demanding all the passwords. "Sorry, I don't work there anymore." Click. That's why a decade later, our company still has a few hundred electronic case files we can't access. Another retail working Redditor found some malicious compliance when a rude customer wanted to inconvenience his day.
Four, you said?
Rather minor, but cashiering doesn't offer many opportunities for malicious compliance. One of those very loud customers came up to the counter and tossed a round battery onto the counter. "Hey! You have that battery?" I checked the size and confirmed that we do sell 2032s. "Well, are you gonna go and get it?" I walk over to the battery rack, pull one out, and return to the register. As soon as I step back there, and no earlier: "I need four of those!"
I go back out, and instead of putting it back and grabbing the four-pack, I pull down three more single packs and once again return. Altogether, they cost about twice as much as the multi-pack, but you can't put a price on shaving ten steps off your shopping trip. Another Redditor's brother was told to turn off everything in his room as punishment. But the father forgot one crucial detail.
You Said Everything
My younger brother has just been helping my dad with his computer. As is often the case, an argument ensued, and my brother withdrew his IT services. In the act of spite, my father instructed my brother to turn off everything in his bedroom. If he doesn't help with my dad's computer problem, then my brother can't use his own PC.
There's some logic there, I suppose. However, he seems to have forgotten that the router is located in my brother's bedroom. He's been in the study for 10 minutes. We don't know what he's doing on his laptop without an internet connection, but my brother is practicing his grin for when he eventually emerges. Another Redditor was asked to tell their sibling when they were going to take a shower, no matter when. Big mistake.
Letting Her Know
I'm home on spring break, and Saturday night, after we finished watching a movie, I turned on the shower and got ready to get in when it sounded like the KGB was going to break down the bathroom door. I open it expecting my dad to yell at me about something, but it's my teenage sister screaming at me to let her use the bathroom. So I get out and let her use the bathroom. She comes out again, screams at me some more about how I need to let her know when I'm going to take a shower, go into her room, and slams the door.
I take my shower. I'm on a college sleep schedule, so I go to bed at 1 am, so the next night, I do some work, and I start to get ready for bed around 12. My sister has high school the next morning, so she's in bed. Before I take my shower, I open her door and say in a loud voice that I will be taking a shower now. Imagine someone threatens to sue you for leaving a negative review. Our next Redditor doesn't have to imagine!
No Hard Feelings!
I was going to buy a car from a small used car dealership. We agreed on a price and a day to meet. The morning of, he sold it out from under me right before I was there with no courtesy call or text or anything. I wrote an accurate review reflecting my experiences with the dealership online. A couple of days later, he called and threatened me with a lawsuit claiming my review was slander. He warned me everyone else that gave a one-star review was sued for slander and had to pay court fees and remove their review. He said if I edited the review, everything would be fine, and he wouldn't take me to court.
Well, I obliged and edited my review, stating he threatened me over the phone with a lawsuit since I gave a negative review and that my review was, in fact, 100 percent accurate of my experiences. The icing on the cake was that I texted him right after I edited the review and said, "Hey man edited the review as requested. I hope there are no hard feelings." I guess he didn't read my edit before replying with, "thanks, man, I appreciate it. No hard feelings!"