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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 elite 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!