People From Around The World Share Stories of Karma Being The Best Revenge


People From Around The World Share Stories of Karma Being The Best Revenge


Is there anything better than bad people get their just desserts? We don't think so, so we're back with another round of sweet, sweet, karma stories. There's nothing more thrilling than when someone does something bad to you, and winds up paying dearly. The people in these stories of karma being the best revenge didn't even have to try that hard to get satisfaction, thanks to fate. Turns out sometimes, justice isn't blind after all.

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48. Canine karma.

The other day I was taking my dog for a walk around the neighborhood. She squatted down to poop and I reached for my doggie bags only to realize I was fresh out. So I peeked around making sure nobody was looking, and I just left it.

10 minutes later I'm walking across the road and I cut through a thin grass median in the center and what do you know-- I step in dog poop.

I wasn't even mad, I knew I deserved it.

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47. Bulls-eye.

I was at a party one time, and this one girl couldn't stop talking crap about this other girl that was coming to the party. The other girl shows up and this dude picked her up and hugged her and spun her around in a way where her foot kicked the girl that was talking crap right in the head/face while she was sitting on the couch. Her beer spilled all over her and she caught a black eye.

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46. Don't do this.

Sitting on a highway late at night because of a bad car accident. The highway was packed and barely moving.

One guy thinks he's smarter than everyone else and tries to drive on the shoulder. He makes it a good little ways before running into an on ramp, also packed with cars. He had no where to go, and no one let him in. He was stuck between cars in the right most lane and cars from the on ramp. Everyone stuck bumper to bumper and flowed around him.

I went from watching him pass me and almost getting out of my view to passing him and losing sight of him in my rear view.

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45. No texting her way out of that.

I got rear-ended in a turn lane by a girl texting. She was doing 45mph and I was stopped. No major injuries. I went to her court date hoping she got a big fine or something. She got a $50 ticket. I was a little bit upset.

As I was sitting at the stop light to pull out of the court I watched her run a red light and t-bone a cop. I don't normally laugh at other people's misfortune, however, I certainly laughed at that one.

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44. Mother Nature has her say.

I'm from San Diego and during the summer, you have to a claim bonfire pits on the beach really early in the morning if you want it for that night. So my friends and I got to the beach at 8am and stayed there so we can get a bonfire going into the night. Just before sundown, this one couple asked if they could share the bonfire with us and since our group wasn't too big, we decided to share it with them. However that couple proceeded to bring a group of like 15 others and they literally surrounded the pit and pushed us out. We were ticked but we were so tired from being at the beach all day so we decided to head out. Little did we know what that night had an extreme high tide warning and when we moved all of our stuff over the wall that divided the beachwalk with the beach, a huge wave came in and washed out that whole group surrounded by our bonfire. The wave flipped over their table of food, took a handful of sandals back into the ocean, and destroyed all their stuff. The best part was this one girl was trying to jump the wall to save herself but she didn't jump high enough and ended up falling right back into the waters.

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43. Pucker up.

When I was a kid, we visited Montreal. I had gotten a hockey puck as a souvenir. While we were in our hotel, my sister decided to mess with me by hiding it. I got mad and yelled in my high pitched voice "GIVE ME BACK MY HOCKEY PUCK!" before smacking her in the head with a pillow. Guess where she had hidden it.

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42. A smashing outcome.

This happened to me in London with a sudden snow flurry, I was driving down a hill and my car was sliding towards parked cars so I was taking it slow. The guy behind was driving a Landrover and tooting at me to hurry up, ending up overtaking me at speed. Get home a few minutes later and the guy is sitting on my garden wall with a gash on his head. His car had crashed into the central bollards. I asked him if he wanted to come in to wait for the emergency services but he was too embarrassed. Couldn't help myself and told him he was driving too fast, he said he thought Landrovers where made to drive in those conditions.

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41. Pick on someone your own size.

I was working in a pub in Liverpool and had just arrived, about 10am, to start my shift. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to let me in. I became aware of some voices shouting and turned around to see two guys, shirts off, swaggering towards me talking in a language I didn't understand. They came right up to me and what little English they did speak came out. They called me names and nasty stuff and I was really quite scared. I was knocking on the door really hard at this point but after insulting me and laughing they walked off towards a busy road.

I watched they as they walked out into the traffic waving their arms at the cars to stop for them then giving the drivers the finger. Suddenly one of the cars stopped and four big guys got out. One of the nasty dudes ran off but the "big man" got caught and shoved, hard, against the car a couple of times clearly hurting his head and elbow. Then one of the car guys made out that he was going to punch him, big time, drawing his fist far back. The little guy just covered his face and screamed. They didn't get hit but the car guys and a lot of passers by burst out laughing. They let him go and he ran away.

That felt good.

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40. Catching a ride to Karmaville.

Last spring I didn't get a date to the junior prom. I wasn't thrilled but I figured I'd go stag. I found the perfect dress and was actually really excited. Then my group of friends said I couldn't come with them. Why?

I didn't have a date and it would 'ruin the pictures' if I stood by myself. And since I wasn't going to be in the pictures, they said, wouldn't it just be so awkward for me to get ready with them and be at Claudia's (the ringleader) house before hand? And of course, wouldn't I just be so uncomfortable being the only one in the limo with no boyfriend? And what would I do afterwards anyways? I mean everyone knows what happens at the parties after prom. So I didn't go at all.

Guess whose limo never showed up?

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39. Don't get caught.

I work for a contracted unloading service in a warehouse. One of the guys on my crew is an absolute little whiner sometimes. Complains about his work, tries to leave early every day, bums cigarettes off everyone without ever bringing his own pack, etc. He even owes some of my other coworkers money, I believe. But I digress.

On Thursday, he lost it over a produce load and threw a temper tantrum: kicking boxes, tearing down tall pallets of product, and causing a lot of damage... Right as the site manager walked by his trailer door. Got suspended without pay and was told he is on his last chance with the company. Now it's only a matter of time before he gets fired. Sweet, sweet, karma.

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38. Let sparks fly.

This is from my younger years. A friend of mine had a cousin visiting around Victoria day in Canada (aka firecracker day). When I went to visit him, I was told he was in the backyard. I go back there and he and his cousin are setting off firecrackers. They have a big bowl of loose firecrackers. I ask if I can set a couple off as well and both my friend and his cousin start tossing lit firecrackers at me while laughing.

I figure that they are both acting like morons so I decided to leave. Just as I'm about to leave a spark gets into the bowl. The entire bowl of firecrackers ignite leaving only a few unexploded. This lasted about 10 or 15 seconds.

The stunned look on my friend and cousin's face was pure heaven. I'm laughing at them. I'm sure they planned a whole afternoon of setting them off.

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37. No woman no cry.

When my mom was a young lass, there was a girl at school who was always a major witch to her. Hated my mom for whatever reason and always made fun of her. Fast forward to my mom as a college-aged woman now dating a guitarist from Bob Marley's band, out at a bar with him getting a drink. Dude goes to the bathroom and said witch from back in the day comes up to my mom and says, "OMG, did you see who is here?!" At that moment, dude comes and puts his arm around my mom and says "hey babe, what's happening?" She said the look on that girl's face was priceless.

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36. Petty thievery goes rotten.

On a trip backpacking around Greece once I had a bad experience in a hotel and decided to take one of their beautifully painted stone eggs from the bowl in the reception as compensation. When we were on the ferry to the next island I started noticing a horrible smell coming from my bag. It turns out that it was not a stone egg at all, but a painted boiled egg that had broken in my bag, the whole thing had become so rotten it had turned a nice shade of green and the smell was almost intolerable. I had to borrow a lot of my friends clothes for the rest of the trip but at least it taught me a good lesson.

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35. When the punishment fits the crime.

I work in an ER and once a girl got brought in by ambulance after being assaulted. She was walking down the street when some guy tackled her to the ground and tried to drag her down an alley. A Good Samaritan managed to chase him off and call the cops.

Like 20 minutes later they brought in a guy in full cardiac arrest. Turns out the police found the attacker and chased him several blocks when he collapsed and his heart gave out. He was dead on arrival and the victim IDed him right in the ER.

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34. He was all wet.

Had a moron driver in a Porsche convertible tailgating me on a 6 lane highway. I wasn't in the far right lane, but I was in the middle so he still could have passed if he wanted to. He finally passes me and blows his horn at me as he blows past. We get on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and it immediately starts torrentially pouring. There was nowhere for him to stop so he had to drive a several mile long bridge with his top down the whole way.

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33. Un-bee-lievable.

With glee, I ran over a bee on my tricycle once. Aimed for it on purpose and then SPLAT. Minutes later I got called into the house and I stepped on that same bee, stuck with stinger up, in my bare feet. It hurt so badly. I told my mom everything and she told me I got exactly what I deserved. I agreed.

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32. Watch them go down in flames.

I tried to explain to my company how they were breaking the law with one of their procedures. They didn't listen, said somebody up the line would have caught it. Later, they illegally fired me whilst I was on FMLA leave. I was, statistically at least, their best employee at my position out of 500 people. They got fined 250K for the violation I brought up several times. I'm still unemployed but I go hiking all day and love my life. Have enough saved up to last me until I do find work.

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31. Don't pull that pony.

I was in daycare as a child. I had very long hair that my dad always put into a ponytail. There was girl that would pull my ponytail all the time.

We were doing a musical chairs thing at the end of the day while parents were picking us up. The girl was behind me and kept yanking my ponytail, I kept telling her to stop. The teacher "didn't see anything so I can't do anything about it."

There were a bunch of parents waiting for us to finish our game, my mom included and she kept doing it and the teacher "didn't see it" so I turned around and punched her as hard as I could, she stumbled into the "cubbies" where we kept our coats. The teacher tried to chastise me and my mom was like "nope. I didn't see anything"

Didn't even get in trouble.

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30. Best served cold.

When I was younger (high school) my city had automatic sprinklers in most of the parks and areas with grass - they would turn on automatically at like 3 or 4 am. So being a young dumb kid me and my friends figured out if you kicked them hard enough the top would break off and the sprinkler would full force shoot a huge stream into the air from then on. We thought it was hilarious and were never caught. We kept on with this until one day they started replacing them with new super strong steel ones. I kicked one and broke my big toe and while in agony rolled my ankle so bad it was bruised up for a week and has never been the same.

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29. Hot, burning, revenge.

A cyclist flew through a red light at an intersection and I almost clobbered him. I'm used to these guys so I just harumphed and slowed down. This guy cuts me off AGAIN and flicks me off in the same motion. I used to be a smoker and a litterer back then so in in my frustration I flicked my butt out my window and put both hands on the wheel. The butt caught the wind and flicked back into the cyclists face causing him to crash into the median. I'm not too happy about how satisfying it is still thinking about it.

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28. Pumpkin Spice Naughty.

At this café I go to, some little toddler punk grabbed at the just poured hot coffee meant for me. The barrista tried to stop the kid but this kid was not having it. He took a huge sip, I think mistaking it for the pumpkin spice latte his momma ordered for him while in line before me, and promptly made a face, spit it out, and dropped the hot coffee all over himself. Cries ensue. Mom berates the employee for letting this happen. Waving her own large frapp wildly in the air. Little hellion is still throwing full tantrum on the floor, pulls at his mom's pants and then the frapp falls on him too. I giggled.

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27. Bully gets a beating.

A shy, meek, new kid on the block I used to pick on beat up on me. I was 10 and he was 12. We lived on same street and he would walk past my house on the way home from school. After several days of teasing him, he paused and stared into my eyes. I walked up towards the driveway and got in his face...at which point he unleased the craziest barrage of punches and kickboxing combinations that I simply did not expect. I took a few to my eye, and bloodied my face. Needless to say, he made me cry and run away like a baby.

...This was one of the most transformational experiences of my life. It taught me self-control, humility, and absolute respect for the hidden strengths of people around me.

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26. You're supposed to dodge.

I was working at a summer camp this past summer, and all the male campers and staff were playing dodgeball while the girls cabins did their own 'girl night' kinda thing. It was Campers (and Jr. Staff) vs. Staff, and it was kinda nearing the end of the night, so the rules for the Staff were that if you got hit, you were done with no way of revival.

I looked a cross the gym and saw that one of my fellow Staff was hit and laying on the ground with his hands behind his head. So naturally I grab a dodgeball, sneak around behind him keeping myself out of his field of view, and throw the ball at his junk.

As I was laughing and running away, It bounced off his groin and, without hesitation, he brought his leg up and kicked the ball as hard as he could, and it hit me straight in the face with enough force to knock me off my feet.

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25. Give me an "N," give me an "O."

I had a "friend" in high school who would constantly tell me to kill myself, spread horrible rumors about me, and was just insanely mean to me. This girl was the typical beautiful cheerleader type girl who got everything she wanted.

Fast-forward a few years and I graduated college and moved out to LA for an awesome job. She contacted me asking if I would talk to my boss to see if I could get her a job, since my job was also her dream job.

It may sound petty, but it was so nice that for once she wasn't going to get everything she wanted. She had treated me like garbage and then years later she thought she could just make amends and I would help her out.

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24. It's not a contact sport.

Used to play frisbee in a parking lot on Saturday nights, people would drive their cars through to mess with us on a regular basis. One night a guy drives his car up to the edge of the area we are playing in and starts revving his engine really aggressively, we get the point and clear the area. Dude drops the clutch and speeds through the parking lot but failed to notice the raised median in his path. Hits it going pretty fast, wrecks the underside of his car getting a little bit of air. The car comes to a stop, it is clearly leaking a lot of fluid, seemingly unable to drive anymore when the cherry tops of this sundae; a police officer who was just hanging out in a different part of the shopping area saw the whole thing go down and cruises up on the dude with lights flashing. We go back to playing.

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23. She never saw it coming.

I work at a residential facility for individuals with developmental disabilities. The other day I was punching out after working an overnight shift and I hear the nurse who administers medication screaming at staff over something relatively minor in front of the residents while they were eating breakfast. I leave and go across the street to another house because I had to hand in paperwork there (also I was so mad about her being inappropriate that I felt like I was about to say some things to her that would not be good for my job security). The same nurse comes into the house I am now in to begin administering meds in that house. The second she steps in the house a resident runs up to her, punches her in the face, and runs away. So satisfying.

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22. Minor league.

I worked at a Kmart in high school. It was a small store, so I worked everything, electronics, stocking, cashier. You name it, I did it. I asked a woman and her son, about 12 or 13, if they needed help finding anything as I was out on the floor, and the kid immediately swears me out for annoying him. I ignore it, and go about my business.

Right after that I get called to checkouts. As I'm working there, here comes the pair. The kid has gone all out back in the electronics area, with some EA sports titles and a GTA game. I'm checking them out when the age prompt comes up for the M rated game. I decide to take a chance. I flip the game over, and inform the mother that "This game has been rated M for the following reasons" and read the list off the back of the case. There is an awkward silence, then she angrily informs me that the son said it was only a little violent. Kid wasn't able to get anything that day.

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21. Saving up that karma.

As the low man on the totem pole, I got to do all of the grunt labor and random tasks that required working on weekends and such... as a master engineer working in a 9-5 job... being paid less than a pizza delivery driver. Then my boss decided that I no longer got to comp time (leave early or whatever to get back some of the time spent working on weekends), because I was salaried and "it was part of the job."

So, when I quit to go get my PhD, they realized that I hadn't used any vacation time. The ultra penny pincher had to write me a check for two extra months worth of pay as I walked out the door.

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20. Take your friends with you.

I was targeted for firing. It had nothing to do with my performance, everything to do with my manager's manager that took a disliking to me. I walked the line of perfection for about a month until I found another job. I handed in my 2 weeks' notice. That was victory number one. I stole about a half-dozen of their employees and got them hired into my new company, that was victory number 2. I'd like to think that victory number 3 was the 30 or 40 employees they lost in the following year, but I can't claim direct responsibility for that. Thing is, when you have employees with high-demand skills like software engineering, you best treat them right.

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19. Justice is good.

Worked for a small lottery parlor chain for the better part of a year back around 2008. It was a single employee operation, so I worked a 10 hour shift with no breaks or a lunch. All in all, it wasn't a bad job and had good tips.

One day, out of the blue, the region manager calls me into the store and tells me that I'm suspended. No warning whatsoever. I asked her why, and she flat out tells me that I'm frightening away the patrons because of my sexuality (gay). The next day, she calls me to say that I'm no longer needed. I tried for a lawsuit, but it was he said she said kinda thing.

Flash forward to last month. I get a call from a lawyer asking me if I want to take part in a class action lawsuit against this company for discrimination and unfair wage compensation practices. I told them my story and now I'm a class representative for the case. I'm so ready for this court case.

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18. Bike tyke gets it.

When I was a kid, I was the youngest of all the kids on my block. The other kids (including my sister) would have fun tormenting me. They would try and exclude me from things on the basis of "you have to be X years old to do it."

The worst of them was Marcus, who would always be a complete terror. One day Marcus and I, along with some of the other kids, went to a nearby school to ride around on our scooters (oh yeah). Marcus convinced me that to be "cool" I had to jump down a flight of 5 stairs. I succeeded, but broke my scooter in the process.

As the kids rode off, laughing at me for not being able to join them, Marcus' front wheel caught in a crack in the concrete. He FLEW over the handlebars straight into a flagpole. I nearly died laughing. I broke my scooter; he broke his face.

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17. Now it's a staycation.

I've worked at the same company for over 6 years. I was a loyal, good employee with a perfect track-record. Over the 6 years I've only called in sick twice. I had the best results, the least amount of errors on paperwork in the whole region and quite possibly the whole country. My new boss decided that that wasn't enough. He minimized my hours (they get a bonus to keep labor low), expanded my workload and never had anything nice to say. He seemed to think ruling with an iron fist is the way to go about this. Even after all this, I'm the one who kept his head above water, fixing his errors along the way.

So today I resign my position with immediate effect, which in terms cancelled his vacation plans for next week. On top of that, there is no one to fill my position. As soon as I mouthed the words "I quit" you could see the terror in his eyes. He realized how screwed he was without me and tried to do whatever he could to keep me for at least another week. I've never felt such a sense of instant karma as today. I never meant to cancel his vacation, but I wasn't going to put his needs before mine. I have bills to pay. I'd feel bad about it if he wasn't such a jerk. But he's a jerk.

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16. Karma is a slap in the face.

I was working with this complete nightmare at the sandwich shop where I work. She was 17, I was 18. I was telling a coworker about how my boyfriend had proposed to me, and she comes up behind me and says "I bet he only proposed because the condom broke." It caused me to burst into tears, because I'd also just recently found out that there was only a 2% chance that I could have kids, and I was still very sensitive about it.

After coming out of the supply room (I went in there to cry), I asked her to come out the back door with me, so I could have a word with her. I didn't want customers to hear us, because we likely would have ended up yelling. Anyway, I told her to keep her nose in her own business and blah blah blah. She decided to slap me, pretty hard, too. I didn't hit her back, because we were directly in front of a camera. So, I went inside and called my boss. He had seen it on the live feed at home and had recorded it. He was already on his way. He came in and dragged her out the back and fired her. Last I heard, she was unemployed, pregnant, and stuck with some deadbeat.

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15. Road rage revenge.

I had to use a four lane road to commute to and from work (two lanes each way). There was an intersection where I would always get the red light. During rush hour, I might have to wait through a few cycles before I could get through the intersection, mainly because the left lane didn't get a green arrow to turn and it would cause a backup.

One day I was waiting my turn to get through this intersection. It was a nice day so I had the window open. Two guys pulled up in the next lane. There was a lot of traffic that day, so for three light cycles, these guys starting talking major dice to me. Calling me names, taunting me, etc. I ignored them.

Finally, it was my turn to go through the intersection. Traffic unwinds, I start to take off. The guys in the next lane also take off so they can stay even with me and scream more crazy stuff at me. Problem was, the car in front of their lane was taking a left. Their lane was not moving. I take off right as they rear end the brand new Jag in line in front of them. Still makes me laugh everytime I think about it.

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14. Track rats get turfed.

Catching the train home late one night I was awoken by a group of loud-mouthed guys shouting racist slurs to anyone that looked even a little bit non-white. Another passenger starts telling them to shut up or get off the train when these guys flip out and start screaming at him.

At this point another guy (who happens to be black) tells them to calm down and they start screaming at him that they are going to kick the crap out of him. At this point a few other guys on the train are starting to get up and move towards these idiots.

Then the black dude gets up, and he's huge. At this point he puts his hat back on, which has TRANSPORT SECURITY written on it in large letters. He hits the intercom button to signal the train guard and tells them to arrange police at the next station then just walks up and grabs one of the guys and tells him ever so calmly he just wanted to get home after a long shift so they all better behave really well because he is losing his patience fast.

Everyone starts cheering the security guy and yelling at the idiots who are then escorted from the train at the next stop. it was beautiful.

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13. Baby driver grows up.

My stepdad is a driving instructor. I went to get my license pretty late (22), and one day he was giving me a lesson and we were going over one of the possible courses that the test takes.

While we're driving down a street in the suburbs a guy is tailgating me... really gangster-looking guy, sideways hat and all. Every time I come to a stop sign I do a full stop, obviously, and he throws his hands in the air and yells. It's starting to stress me out, but my stepdad says "don't worry about it, watch this."

As we're going down the street he says "OK, now in about 50 feet I want you to start slowing down a little bit and right when you are in front of that school zone, pull over to the right". So I do it, right after I pull over, the guy who is right ticked at me now, takes off like a bullet. And about 5 seconds later a cop steps out from behind a tree and waves him over for going probably double the speed limit in a school zone.

We laughed. Hard.

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12. The data is in the details.

I worked as a database administrator for a community center for one summer in university. Basically, I created a database for them to track who was donating to them and how much they were donating, and who was volunteering at the centre and for how many hours. Very simple work and despite being the youngest person on staff by about 25-30 years, I got along well with all of my co-workers except for my immediate boss who was a total piece of work.

The next spring, I was applying for jobs and e-mailed my old boss to ask for a letter of recommendation. Much to my surprise, she told me that she didn't write recommendation letters "out of principle". I was pretty upset about it because I was finding it very difficult to find a position and not being able to count on my most recent employer for a reference was a definite blemish on my resume.

However, in spite of this, I managed to land a decent job. Lo and behold, my old boss e-mails me on day 1 of my new job, begging me to come in because she had somehow ignored all the warnings in the user documentation I wrote and moved some files around rendering it impossible for her to access the database. She asked if I would come in and I e-mailed her back and told her I already had a job and couldn't do it "out of principle", effectively rendering my entire summer at the centre a waste of time from their perspective.

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11. The karma continues.

When I was a teenager, I was in a van with a bunch of my friends, all stoned out of our gourds. We stopped for gas at a place on a busy intersection. One of my friends points out some action happening in a car parked next to the street and says, "He's beating the crap out of her!"

Sure enough, some macho moron is bouncing his girlfriend's head off the dashboard. Now we were no innocent teenagers, and this van was our mailbox-baseball-mobile. We grabbed our bats and prepared to intervene. But just as we were getting out, the girl grabs the keys out of the guy's ignition and throws them into the street.

I can see the rest in slow motion, clear as day, even though it happened more than 20 years ago. The guy races out of the car in a huff, runs into the street, bends to pick up his keys. He gets back up, points at the car, and starts to yell something, his face red with rage. Just then a little sports sedan turns the corner at speed, and hits him straight on in the legs. He does a flip over the car and falls into a limp pile. Girlfriend runs to him, crying in remorse...

As I said, we were stoned. Carrying drugs and bats, a bunch of punk rock kids. We were in no way prepared to stick around and talk to the cops, so this was the last I knew of things until a few years later.

One night, back from college on winter break, I was telling this story at a party. A girl looks at me funny, starts asking me date and location questions. She was really freaking out. Turns out she was the driver that hit the guy, only she didn't know what kind of a guy he was. No one at the scene, including the girlfriend, said anything about the abuse. The driver had felt guilty for years about running down some innocent guy that just happened to be standing in the road, crippling him for life. My chance retelling of the story took a huge burden off her.

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10. Tourists get what's coming to them.

I have a farm in Africa. It's a small farm, family land for several generations. My cousins who live there are pretty much subsistence farmers; they eat what they grow, mostly corn (Maize). And there is a pond we fill to fish farm when it is not too dry. (But it had been very wet and it has silted up) Anyway, I am visiting them, helping fertilize the field before planting. Now by "fertilize" I mean the good stuff, nothing from Monsanto, but three months of dung accumulated over Winter.

All of sudden a big Land Rover pulls up. Full of tourists (I think they were English by their accents). They are lost, trying to get to a resort far away. We give directions. They don't like that we have told them a long route -- it really was the correct route. They tell us that the Land Rover can "go through anything" and want to cut through the field. They offer to pay us. Well, would any farmer allow such a thing? We say no.

At some point they just take off...and drive right into the muddy pond that is hard to see because its overgrown this time of year. Land Rovers are wonderful for off road. But several feet of mud and vines and weeds? They swirl, and turn, and back up, just getting more stuck. Finally they emerge on foot...through the mud.

We are so shocked we can't even laugh...until later. They walk up to us and sheepishly ask to hire a car. We charged them well. Also charged the towing company that came to get their car. My cousins made a tidy sum. It is now the family joke that we should be growing tourist cars instead of Maize and fish....

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9. Not so fast.

I had a summer job in a very famous amusement park ( mice and ducks everywhere!). My job was to sell ice creams, cokes and pop corn in carts scattered around the park. We had several managers, and every morning one of them had the duty of assigning all the employees around the carts.

I am quite tall (6'6"/198cm) and some of the carts had very low roofs, which meant I could not stand up in them. These also happened to be the busiest and most hated carts by employees. Most managers would put me in roofless carts after I asked nicely. However this one manager thought I was trying to dodge the bad carts, and would always put my name on the list next to one of them. Every time I would have to ask to be moved, call another manager, it was a pain, and she hated me for this.

Then came my last day. The hated manager was on duty, and assigned me to a location that looked more like a small fast-food place, with a small house were several cashiers would sell food, and guests could sit down to eat their food. And because they had paid an ungodly amount of money to enter and for their food, guests never cleaned up their trays and left everything on the table, which meant that someone was there to help with sales, but mostly to clean up tables all the time. Of course, on that day, that was me.

The park closed at 11pm, the location closed at 11pm too, so usually cashiers would end their shift at 11pm, and the "helper" at midnight to have one hour to clean the place and leave. My shift ended at 11pm too. I asked the manager if she wanted me to close at 10, and she started yelling saying that the place closes at 11pm and there are no exceptions for me!

You can guess it, at 10:50 my colleague closed the place, counted his money and I left. I of course went with him, and left a disaster scene of full trashes and dirty tables behind me. We both went back to our HQ. She sees me and explodes, asking why I left an hour early and that I need to return and clean the place. She says that I could have big problems and get fired on the spot for this. I had been waiting for that moment all day long! I proceeded to show her the employees' timetable, where next to my name you could read "3-11pm - last day". I clocked out while she was calling me all kinds of names. I heard from some colleagues that she had to ask some of them for help. Nobody wanted to do extra time late at night, so she had to do it herself at almost 1 in the morning.

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8. They fired the wrong accountant.

A couple years ago I had a job for a company where I worked in the estimating department and would occasionally do some accounting work and anything else they needed me to all for minimum wage. I always did my work quickly and efficiently, knew more about my department than anyone else there and even taught the guy they hired to run the estimating department after the previous manager left how to do his job.

One day a couple days after I had totaled my car I got done with my work and was waiting on a ride home. Normally I would have just gone outside and smoked a cigarette until my ride got there, but this was a couple days after I had decided to quit smoking so I decided just to wait in my cubicle instead. Another employee there who was above me in the company who didn't like me at all walked by and started berating me for sitting in my desk and not doing anything. I went on to explain to her that I had done all the work available for me for the day, wasn't on the clock, and was just waiting on my ride. She starts yelling at me about how there was trash in the break room to take out (which was never one of my responsibilities at my job because we had a cleaning company to do that), I told her I didn't think to do that because it wasn't part of my job, but I complied anyway.

Well apparently that was enough to get me fired, however instead of doing it themselves they decided to make my dad who also worked at the company fire me. They didn't say they were firing me, just that they "didn't need me anymore".

A couple months later the other guy in estimating who I trained how to do his job quit without notice. That's when they realized no one there knew how to do his or my old jobs. So they called me up begging me to come teach them how to do everything he and I did there, I just replied by saying, "Oh no, you don't need me." and hung up.

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7. Bowled her over.

I worked as a bartender at a bowling alley. For some reason one of the other bartenders hated me. She was constantly poaching people on my side (horseshoe-shaped bar, so we each got a side), we split tips and whenever it was her turn to count them down I know she wasn't splitting them properly, tried to get the scheduling manager to put her on my days, etc. One of my regulars even said she caught her pocketing tips and not putting them in our communal bucket while I was working with her.

Well, tournament season started, which everyone dreaded/looked forward to. Dreaded because the shifts were twice or three times as long as normal and there was a constant rush of people at the bar. Looked forward to because shifts were two or three times as long as normal and there was a constant rush of people at the bar, so we'd make as much in a day as we did in a week.

Well, the first tournament was teams that she considered 'hers,' they bowled on her side on days she worked, so she knew them well and was looking forward to their tournament tips. She came in, saw that I was scheduled to bar tend that day, and flipped out. She started ranting to the manager (who happened to be the scheduling manager) and the owner of the place happened to be standing there. The owner pretty much said I was one of the better bartenders so I was getting put on the tournaments, and if she didn't like it she could just leave.

My coworker left. And then I got to work her normal shifts as well.

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6. Say hello to your new boss.

Two regions of my company merged into one. The manager of the other region was a complete jerk. He was about 5'2 and walked around like he had something to prove. He treated all my employees like garbage and made them feel as though the reason they were choosing the other site over ours was because of the quality of work, when in reality they got tax breaks in the other state. Our numbers were far better in every category. But... their labor was cheaper and that is what mattered to the company. They gave my employees 4 months notice. At first they they all thought it was a good thing so they could get paid while looking for another job. Nope. He made their lives absolutely miserable. He doubled their quota much higher than his own region, cut commissions down by 40%, and made weekly visits chewing me and the other sales manager out for not hitting the new goals and that there was absolutely no excuse. One month... the second to last month, we hit the new goal (not for him, to get our employees paid finally) and he then reamed us out because of the amount of vacation time used. Even after explaining employees needed days off because they were interviewing other places... since we're laying them off and that I would not deny anyone time if they have it available. He tried getting me fired for this but I had too many friends.

I had worked closely with some corporate folks over the 2 years I was there. They found out my region was being shut down and thought I would make a GREAT fit in their corporate office to be in charge of operations. Operations over the midwest region. Specifically, that jerk manager's region.

I kept it quiet. I didn't make any mention of it until I showed up at his office with a clipboard and a laptop. You should have seen the confusion in his eyes.

Him: "Are you visiting or something?"

Me: "You could say that."

Him: "Well I need to make sure security knows you're here."

Me: "Oh, they know, I just had to show them my badge."

I whip out my badge and show him. My picture... in front of the red white and blue flag. Only people that have a photo in front of a red white and blue flag are corporate employees. He was mine, and his face showed sheer terror behind his twitching lips.

I was fair to his employees, but boy did I report every bad incident that went down there. His lack of cooperation, his condescending demeanor towards his own employees, it only took a few weeks for him to pack up boxes. Apparently employees had been complaining for a long time and it only took a little corporate push to get him out.

Most. Satisfying moment in my working career... ever.

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5. That escalated quickly.

I'm an IT consultant, and have a rep of being really competent with Microsoft Exchange Server. A couple of years ago I bid on but did not get a project to upgrade an Exchange 2003 environment to Exchange 2010. Multiple servers, multiple sites and right up my alley. The firm that won the bid did so by pricing it extremely low, about 40% below my price which was on the low end to begin with. Totally unrealistic pricing but they thought they could pull it off with their people. Their people were good generalists but did not have a handle on Exchange 2010.

I told the customer - who I'd done work for before and who I'd had a good relationship with - that it was not going to end well for them. They took it as sour grapes on my part. Fair enough. I had plenty of other things to do anyway so I just moved on.

Two weeks after they started the implementation phase of the job the other consulting firm augured in. The entire email system stopped working. No mail coming in or out, no mail flowing between any of the Exchange servers, everything just dead in the water. I find this out when I get a call late one evening at my home from the other consulting company begging me to pull them out of the fire. I told them no thanks. An hour later the owner of the other firm is at my front door trying to convince me to help them "for the sake of the customer". This is well after dark and the conversation does not go well. He ends up screaming at me and I slam the door then call the cops because I'm tired and afraid that I'll do something stupid if I continue to interact with the guy.

Cops come, he loses it, they arrest him for disorderly conduct and I have his damn car blocking mine in my driveway. I have it towed off (I had to pay for the privilege too). He spends the next 24 hours in jail, about average for getting through the Dallas County jail I'm told.

The customer called me the following day and I again declined to fix the mess. By this time I'd decided I didn't want any of that responsibility on me, period.

The customer ends up getting Microsoft Services in to fix everything (cost them about 5 times what I was going to charge by the way). The customer sues the other consulting firm, which promptly files for bankruptcy / closes its doors rather than deal with the lawsuit. Now I get all the work they would have gotten had they continued to be in business.

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4. A busload of karma.

I used to live a street or two behind a central suburban bus stop ontop of a big hill and I would take the bus every day to University about an hour's bus ride away.

One morning I get on the bus and the bus pulls up to the intersection waiting for the intersection lights to turn red so it gets the green and pulls out. We get the green and start pulling out.

All of a sudden this primped up snooty middle aged woman in a red suit (I still remember the details because it made me so mad) FLEW through the red light in her huge silver Cadillac going the same way that the bus was turning.

The bus driver had to slam on the brakes quite suddenly and then honked at the woman. The woman, who clearly intentionally ran the red because her head was never down FLIPS THE BUS DRIVER OFF and keeps speeding. The bus driver, this really jovial large black lady, cursed and carried on.

From the bus terminal to the city you drive down a really big hill before it flattens out in the valley. In the mornings/evenings cops like to patrol the intersection right at the bottom of the hill especially because they can radar gun cars coming down the hill as the bus was because there is a curve in the road and if you're going too fast the cops can catch you before you have a chance to see them and slow down.

Well guess what happened?

We get to the bottom of the hill and see that the cops had pulled over a silver cadillac into the cross street and were issuing her a ticket.

The bus driver saw it and said, "Oh yeah baby!" and pulled the bus over to the sidewalk near to where the intersection was and flagged down one of the cops.

He came on and asked what was up and the bus driver asked if she had been caught speeding. The cop said she had and the bus driver said, "oh yeah? Is it still illegal to run a red light?" The cop laughed and said that it was, then asked her if the lady in the caddy had done that and the bus driver said yes.

The cop asks, "Well we will add that to her ticket--would you be willing to come in as a witness in court for that?"

Then the bus driver said, "HONEY, I GET PAID TO GO TO COURT FOR STUFF LIKE THIS. IT'D BE MY PLEASURE."

And the whole bus started clapping. It was such a good day.

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3. Revenge sounds sweet.

My first job out of high school was working for a rather famous and nation-wide guitar store chain. At first I thought it would fun, getting to be around guitars all day, and talk music with fellow musicians. Turns out I was wrong, that 10-hour shifts 5-6 days a week while listening to slighty-too-loud overhead music and 14-year-olds play the first 5 bars of "Crazy Train" over and over and over again wasn't actually all that great. But I stuck it out, I needed money and I have one of those "don't quit ever" attitudes.

When I got hired, the store was in serious trouble. They had recently fired a huge chunk of the staff for skimming profits and selling pot out of the warehouse. Their numbers were really low, and corporate was breathing down their necks. But, as it turns out, I have a penchant or selling stuff that I know about. I was the accessories guy, and got really, really good at it. I was routinely rolling $30k or better a month out the door, and the most expensive thing I had in my department was only $500. I also had one of the lowest return rates on the west coast, and a file with several letters from happy customers saying how much help I had been. Eventually, the store's numbers improved, especially my department. Eventually, we were #1 for our district, and #3 on the west coast, behind Hollywood and San Francisco.

However, NONE of that mattered to the GM or anyone from corporate. All they wanted was more from me. My numbers had to be better every month, or I'd get yelled at. I was written up for having a low sales month one January because I went on vacation. I would get daily emails and phone calls from the district and regional managers, demaning to know why I hadn't hit $xxxx in sales yet. My hours got bumped up to the point where my days consisted of sleeping, showering, eating, and working. I had zero social life. My girl at the time would go weeks without seeing me. Eventually, because of the stress, I developed a ulcer. So I decided to quit.

I threw myself into my last month, which just happened to be December, the month all retail workers hate. I worked extra hours, sold as much as I could, contacted old customers, you name it. Blew everyone out of the water, rolling just shy of $80,000 in gear. My boss called me in to his office, and said I was doing a good (not great, good) job, and to keep it up. I pointed to the sales numbers screen, pointed out how well I had been doing and how well liked I was by the customers, and asked for a raise. He laughed and said no. So I handed him my resignation letter. 2 weeks later I was done and starting classes in college, something I'd had to put off since work wouldn't allow me to cut hours for school.

I came back to the store a couple months later, as someone who had worked with me called and said they'd found a jacket of mine in the warehouse. When I showed up, the GM wasn't there. I asked, and what I was told was that apparently, corporate HAD noticed me, and when my GM had failed to retain me, they'd fired him. Also, that department went from #1 to #9 in the district, out of 11 stores. The district managers were scrambling to recover, a few got demoted because of how things panned out, and the extreme higher-ups were not happy that the district was in such a state. I laughed the laugh of the vindicated.

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2. You're out!

I went to a small school, of about 80 students. In my class there was 12. Although our numbers were small, we still had the classic bully archetype. Let's call him Christopher. Christopher was one of those kids who felt like he could do whatever he wanted to anyone else, and he would be absolved of all blame if he finished his routine with "It's just a joke". Basically, he was a grade-A jerk.

Enter the second major character. There was also a mentally challenged kid in our class. Let's call him Todd. Now, Todd was fond of asking questions. It was just his own way of obtaining information. I know this might sound bad, but we got annoyed with him pretty soon. Hey, we were just kids. Now although Todd annoyed us, we still all looked after him, and made sure nobody gave him crap. He was one of us, sometimes that was a good thing, sometimes a bad thing.

The Karmic incident in place took place once when we were the oldest year in the school. We basically ruled the school, and naturally this power would go to our heads. And it corrupted nobody quite as much as Christopher. We were playing rounders, (kind of a UK baseball) practicing for an upcoming competition. Split up into two teams, and made play each other. I was kinda mad because Todd was on my team, and as you can imagine, he wasn't the most athletically gifted. Picture Kermit The Frog trying to Run the 110m hurdles. THAT unathletic.

We were losing, due in no small part to the other teams superior members. I had lost interest, and only gave lackluster hits when it was my turn. Then it was Todd's turn. I watched, just to see how it would go. And I looked at the other team. Christopher was pitching the ball.

He wasn't even giving Todd a chance. He'd throw the ball at his feet, and burst out laughing with his team. Babe Ruth couldn't have done a thing with those kind of throws. It went on for 3 minutes. Eventually his own team got sick of him, and told him to give a decent throw so Todd could strike out and the game could progress.

He throws it, and Todd braces himself. We're all watching by now. Todd has tears in his eyes, the kind of thing humiliation does to someone like that. And as the ball draws closer, the world moved in slow motion for me.

WHACK. Todd didn't just hit the ball with the bat, he annihilated it. The Bang was heard all over the school. It sounded like a bomb had gone off, localised entirely around the side of the bat.

So what does a ball do when it's met with a force like that? I don't know for sure, but in this case it went back towards Christopher at Mach Speed. I didn't even see the ball on it's way back. It was like a bullet from a pistol. When it got to Christopher, it hit him squarely in the eye. He fell down, out cold. One of his friends helped him inside, while the rest of us, both teams, cheered and laughed. We lifted Todd on our shoulders, and gave him a heroes support.

He was no longer just Todd. He was Todd, the destroyer of Bullies.

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1. Beware the men in white.

I was working at a mental health facility for the elderly as a nurse, worked there for over a year with a perfect work record. I worked for the same company at another elderly facility also for the same amount of time with a perfect work record. Then, my coworker found out I have PTSD and decided to tell my boss at the psych facility that I have ptsd and the two together plotted to have me committed.

One day in Oct 2012 they launched their attack. I was working a 7am-3pm shift and doing very well for 2 hours when my boss called me into her office to congratulate me on one year service. When we were in her office alone she started grilling me about my mental health and how it plays out at home. Next thing I know she's forcing me to call my coworker who is off duty and making me go with her to the psych emergency because I have ptsd.

The entire meeting was designed to stress me out and cause me to be triggered enough to behave poorly or crazy somehow to rationalize the next step which was cart me off to emergency and when they see me they will instantly know I belong locked away in a padded room.

The hospital didn't agree. They said I was fine just stressed out about being forced to go to the hospital like a crazy person for no reason other than admitting I had ptsd. After the hospital let me go my boss put me on extended medical leave without telling me and ignored all my calls for two weeks. Wrote letters lying about me to her bosses and the HR dept.

I filed a union grievance, and a complaint with a third party whistleblower company for my company's head office to hear about. My boss lied about me to everyone, making me sound borderline psychotic. They believed her so they shut down my complaints.

I took it to the human rights tribunal, self represented against the largest long term care provider in North America and I WON. Took three long years from incidents to end of court. It was the hardest thing I have ever done.

My employer's health declined considerably by the time trial happened. She lost her job, she had to move to the mainland, and there is a forever public record about what she did. The coworker who helped my boss is in the perminant record and the employees of the job site were ordered to learn of what she and our boss had done to me and the outcome.

She will never be comfortable at that job site again and who/what she is is known to all. I got the highest amount awarded for damages to dignity and self. I created a precedent for other ptsd persons with clean work history who do a good job on the clock but have very real struggles with ptsd symptoms at home.

No karma could possibly taste better than 40k and a clear reputation.

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The Served Justice

Just last night, my wife and I were out for a sushi dinner at a local restaurant. There, we observed a couple giving a hard time to this pretty waitress, complaining about the service and constantly hustling her. To my disbelief, when they finished eating, they stood up and left without settling their $325 bill. They had the audacity to say that it's what the waitress deserved. I was appalled by their lack of basic human decency. As if that wasn't enough, the manager unjustly fired her on the spot. I could see the poor girl was on the brink of tears.

Feeling a sense of injustice, I called her over and pointed to the corner of the restaurant. From where we sat, I had noticed a CCTV camera that had been recording the entire ordeal. The couple thought they had gotten away, but they didn't know that karma has its own ways. I handed over my phone to the distraught waitress with the words, 'It's time for your REVENGE'. The screen showed the live feed from the camera via the restaurant's WiFi, capturing everything in detail. The grin on her face as she dialed the police number was priceless. Justice was about to be served.

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