After seeing such lovely stories from everyone I figured I’d share three. During high school I had a lot of tangles with a mountain of a person who was on the football team. The story was he did steroids since he went from normal size to huge in a short time. Anyways, though not one to shrink from a fight, going against this guy was a no-win situation due to his size. Made one year of school very painful. Last I heard he tried his bullshit with the local police and they beat him so bad he lost an eye.
Another prick I had problems with on and off for years ended up being a real loser. After graduating from college and landing my first well paying job, I ran across this guy in a store near my home. He was riding some beat up bicycle and looked like he had not bathed in a few days. I said, “Wow, you really turned out great man. Good job!”. I guess maybe I was waiting for him to start something so we could settle old scores but he didn’t so I left. Never felt better about rubbing anyone’s face in something.
One where I didn’t really have a grudge against the person but people claimed I did was very odd. I had a spat with a coworker who ordered me to do something but since he was not a supervisor, I refused. He didn’t just order me to do it in person, he had to e-mail everyone in our department. Well, the next day he had a heart attack and was out of work for a few weeks which prompted some coworkers to claim I used Voodoo on him. Figuring it could not hurt I never denied it.
There was this guy I went to High School with, Jake. The only interaction I had with him in my life was when I once said “hello”, to which he responded “fuck you, you fucking fairy.” After that episode, I avoided him.
He died in a car crash a couple weeks after graduation. He was drinking and driving, and drove off a cliff.
One, girl I had a crush on in Driver’s Ed kept on being an ass to me. Now she always rings me up at the local Albertsons.
Two, another girl that was kind of a stuck up bitch to a good number of people (including me sometimes) growing up. Came here to college and had to remake all of her friends. My didn’t it dissapoint her when she learned that one of the friends she just made used to be my girlfriend (and is still someone I’m close with).
Mr. Levins quit a pretty decent bar job b/c another one offered better opportunities for advancement…and everything was going really well until they hired this tiny, 20-year-old, know-it-all bitch of a “manager.”
She wanted to give her boyfriend Mr. Levins’ job, so she would disappear with his money drawer, refuse to let him count it, and then tell him that he was like $10, $20, even $40 short. Even though he was always totally on when she wasn’t the one counting it. She’d make him pay it, too; she wanted to make it clear to the owner of the place that he was a horrible employee who needed to be replaced. (And I’m sure she bought herself many a fast-food meal and cigs with the cash she made off him, too.)
Eventually she won; Mr. Levins said it wasn’t worth the bullshit and he walked out.
Three weeks later Little Miss Bitch threw a still-lit cigarette into the office trashcan and burned down the entire office. G’nite!
Would you like that karma straight up or on the rocks?
[sub]The only thing that sucks is that if she’d just burned down the office a little earlier, Mr. Levins could’ve kept the job and she’d still be out on her ass. Still, you gotta love the happy ending, overall.[/sub]
I hadn’t thought of this in years, but as some of you had posted some sad stuff, thought I would…
My brother and I were molested by an older teenage babysitter. Years later, my mom asked me if I remembered him (not sure if she was aware or not). He had drowned in the bathtub.
I used to have this God awful job in fast food when I got out of the Army. There were no other jobs and it was depressing as hell. The worst hting about it was this hyyyuuuuggge guy who used to work there. He must have weighed about three hundred pounds, and he used to catch the girls on the staff and just sort of…engulf them against a wall or a door. His wattles and flaps and overhangs would just…mold around you. He’d always wait till you were alone, or he’d just catch you.
Management refused to believe it because he had a two-pronged act: he was a ‘fun guy’ or he was ‘poor guy’ because they thought he was harmless.
Saw in the paper recently that he’d been arrested for child molestation. I’m glad he got busted, but it makes me think of all that fat, molding around you…and a little kid…I’m going to go shower.
My ex-husband has a child, so I had a step-son. He was a good kid, but was badly burned in a fire and nearly lost a leg, which was followed by months of painful follow up treatments.
Shortly after the accident, I was at work but was having trouble concentrating. My boss wrote me a note that said “I know you have problems- we all have problems- but you need to get it together.” I couldn’t even touch the note. I just left it on my desk until someone took it away.
A couple of weeks later, my bosses mom had a heart attack, and my boss came to work in a zombie-like state for a while. I got her back by being very nice and helpful to her.
I also worked with someone who smoked big, fat, smelly cheap cigars. Even though he smoked them outside, he would come in reeking and make me gag. He felt it was his right to do so cause he fought in the war. He also said the smoking never killed anybody.
One day he threw a lit cigar out his car’s front window and it came back in the back window and burned all the trash back there (he was a slob) and his polyester clothes (and a bad dresser). He died of the burns.
In junior school there was this bastard called Brian Dumbleton (honestly) and he would pick on me and my best pal 'cos he ‘Dumbo’ was about 30lbs heavier and BIG.
One day he stole all our lunch money and ripped our school books.
The next day he was found dead in his back garden, he had fallen out of a tree and broken his neck.
In my city a couple of years ago, we had a creep who was going around breaking into the houses of elderly ladies and raping them, then making them bathe to wash away the evidence.
He was caught when he was breaking into his next would-be victim’s house… she had a barking dog and he still kept trying to get in…so she tells him she has a gun, he doesn’t stop…she fires a warning shot. The fucker still kept trying to get in!
Finally, he gets in and the lady shoots him. He fled the scene and was caught a little while later after he caused about three car
accidents.
I didn’t know this fell into the Karma bitchslap department. I had a similar experience with a turn down in my late teens. She was a hottie and never would give me the time of day. Years later I’m on a late night booze run at the local Walmart and Ms. Too Good For The Long Road is checking me out. Holy sheeit, did she have some major zit actions. She started to strike up some conversation about what I had been doing but I told her the wife was waiting and I had to run. Didn’t derive any pleasure from it but a bit sorry for her.
The guy who wrote the game Unreal said in reference to the people who gave you shit in high school is to be as successfull as you can be and let their stomachs churn with envy. A rather nice way to look at it.
I’m pretty uncoordinated and un-athletic. There was a real asshole in my high school P.E. class who just made co-ed team sports like volleyball a living hell for me. This guy just couldn’t get enough of tearing people apart if they weren’t as good an athlete as him. He was also incredibly nasty to pretty much every girl on a regular basis. He seemed to derive a lot of his joy from being a chauvanist asshole pervert.
He was the first of our classmates to die. About a year after graduation, he died in a car accident in Florida.
I feel pretty horrible about the last one (don’t get any pleasure out of it) but I really relish this one…
I am one year older than my sister Katie. In school, we did a lot of the same activities and knew most of the same people. One of my debate partners (we’ll call her Tess) was a hyper-competitive know-it-all stuck-up bitch. She was in Katie’s grade. She made it known all over school that she was Hot Shit and that she was going to go to Harvard Law because she was The Bomb. She was definitely, absolutely getting out of Iowa, which was just an armpit to a Rising Star like Tess.
She had it in for Katie, though, because Katie got better grades than Tess. She went from obnoxious to loony when she got ahold of Katie’s Social Security number (her mom was a teacher, she had access to office files) and called up a prestigious university they’d both applied to to find out the status of Katie’s application…and then she spread it all around the school that Katie got wait-listed.
So when I ended up going to Harvard Law, and Tess ended up at the University of Iowa and marrying an Iowa boy and settling down in Iowa…Katie and I had an evil laugh at her expense.
Darwin Awards candidates, all.