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What is the most sat­is­fy­ing pass­ive-aggress­ive thing you have ever done to a really mean or rude per­son?
Chris Cu
Chris Cu
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I hate pass­ive-aggres­ive beha­vi­or. I prefer to be aggressive/blunt and solve whatever issue has to be resolved up front. Any­way, I was in Basic Com­bat Train­ing many years ago and my battle buddy” was a com­plete bul­ly­ing, ignor­ant, racist POS again­st “ — ” people. The drill instruct­ors weren’t going to do any­thing about her like call her out pub­licly like they did with the (thank­fully very few) oth­er racists in the pla­toon. I under­stood that some young people grow up in an ignor­ant fam­ily or envir­on­ment, but this gal was older and she knew bet­ter. And she was taller, much heav­ier and viol­ent. Among oth­er things, she once threatened to cut my head off with an entrench­ing tool (shovel) and missed my head by about five inches. The drills saw this. So, fine; I was on my own. We were to be given a few hours off one day (super­vised) to go to the bowl­ing alley. Dear God, all I could think about was being able to have a cup of cof­fee when we got there. The drill instruct­ors told us both we were not going and had to sit in the bar­racks the whole time (unsu­per­vised, which really wor­ried me about her). What did I do, I asked. No reas­on, drill said. Fine, I was on my own. I guess we were sup­posed to use the time to fig­ure out a way to get along, but I was out of any empathy for her. So they we were sit­ting at oppos­ite ends of the bar­racks and she was try­ing to start con­ver­sa­tion — her kids, her car (a beat up old Pin­to), her man­ager job at a tiny sand­wich shop back home. All I could think about was that cup of cof­fee I had missed for two months. I thought about talk­ing to her about myself more so she could under­stand me and hope­fully not assault me but I took another route. I knew she was super­sti­tious, believ­ing in ouiji boards, voo­doo dolls, and tar­ot cards, etc. She had dis­cussed her find­ings out loud with the rest of the pla­toon in the past. She star­ted another ignor­ant rant again­st me at at some point I just said, Look, I’m sorry for any­thing I’ve done that offen­ded you, I truly am; I know you or may­be your kids don’t have much time left and I just want to apo­lo­gize….” She looked alarmed and asked what I meant. I gave her a calm but com­pletely sin­cere-seem­ing cockamam­ie BS spiel about how death was going to vis­it her based on the indic­a­tions” from the ouiji and oth­er stuff. Well, for example, the word for Pin­to in ouiji is an ancient Fatrus­i­an word for death. Just some­thing I saw in an old book some­where that some creepy old lady gave me. I threw it away; I’m again­st all that evil stuff. Any­way, I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset you; we’re both stuck here.” I went on like that for a few minutes. She looked stricken. Once, a week later, I left a rolled-up sock to look like a voo­doo doll under her pil­low which she asked me to inter­pret for her when we had a few minutes alone. I dun­no,” I said, May­be you have to make up for some­thing? The way you might have treated some people some­how? She basic­ally did no more hos­tile stuff to me after the con­ver­sa­tion. — —  —  —  —  —  — - And the whole way I talked to her after­wards was just quietly nasty; say­ing, I’m sorry if you’re offen­ded or some­thing.” Or not do a task exactly on time, proc­astin­ate, and out it all back on her.
Darn, as bad as she was I mostly hate what I did and have nev­er done so since.
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What is the most sat­is­fy­ing pass­ive-aggress­ive thing you have ever done to a really mean or rude per­son?
George Buce
George Buce
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One of the unex­pec­ted things about play­ing golf is that you get paired with a very diverse group of play­ers (it’s far from the moneyed élite on the pub­lic courses that I play) and I’ve played with some very inter­est­ing people from all walks of life. Not in this case, though — while the older gen­tle­man we were play­ing with was a good enough golfer, he had a gen­er­ally sour atti­tude — though not enough to spoil our round. The real issue came about rather late in the day when we passed by a house adjoin­ing the course with a gath­er­ing and bar­be­cue in their back­yard. Our play­ing part­ner muttered some­thing about those people” and how they should go back home” to where they came from. Purely coin­cid­ent­ally we had just been talk­ing about my job as the online developer at the loc­al news­pa­per and the chal­lenges we’re facing as we trans­ition from print to web. I took his cue and segued into men­tion­ing how dif­fi­cult it was to mod­er­ate our com­ments sec­tion. I poin­ted out that any time an art­icle is pub­lished that includes an indi­vidu­al with a His­pan­ic sur­name that the racists and ignorami would come out of the wood­work to com­plain about how our coun­try is being stolen’ from us by them.’ At which point our play­ing part­ner steps away to the tee to hit his drive and my buddy leans in to quietly ask Do you real­ize that you just called that guy a racist to his face?” to which I respon­ded “…and?” Pleas­antly, the gen­tle­man kept rather quiet for the rest of the round 🙂
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What is the most sat­is­fy­ing pass­ive-aggress­ive thing you have ever done to a really mean or rude per­son?
Myra Scott
Myra Scott
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A small thing, but sat­is­fy­ing. So, I used to drink a lot of Diet Coke but the machines at work only had Pep­si (dis­gust­ing!) so I kept a 12-pack in my desk. Each morn­ing, I’d go put one in the shared fridge and when I went to get it, I’d replace it with another. Always a chilled DC in the fridge. And then one dis­ap­peared. Hmnn. May­be someone just thought it was the same unclaimed DC in there all day, so they took it because it was aban­doned. No big. I replaced it. It dis­ap­peared again. The plot thick­ens. May­be they thought it was theirs? I replaced it, but marked a big red X across the top in white­board mark­er. It dis­ap­peared too. This was theft! Out­right, bold, shame­less theft! I was angri­er than I prob­ably should be over a Coke, but they were mine! And I had to drink it warm now! So, I replaced it again. New Diet Coke in the fridge. But this time, I shook it up. I mean, like a paint can at Home Depot I shook it up. Then I had to go to a meet­ing. When I walked by the fridge again, there was a very sat­is­fy­ing dark brown stain about three feet across on the car­pet in the hall­way. SCORE!