People Share The Consequences Of These Crazy Revenge Stories

"While in the military, I worked in the motor pool. We had a new staff sergeant come in, but we already had a motor sergeant and platoon sergeant, and he was the lowest-ranking of the three, so he was relegated to a lower-level task in the platoon. He was a raging jerk, and most of the enlisted men hated him. I helped a buddy move to a new barracks one night after work and twisted my ankle coming down the stairs. It hurt, but I didn't think much of it. We had some drinks afterward, and everything was fine. The morning, though, was a whole nother can of worms. I woke and couldn't put pressure on my ankle. When I looked down, it was swollen like a cantaloupe. No problem, I dressed in my uniform and carried my boot to formation. Jerk Sergeant saw me coming. He asked why I wasn't in uniform, motioning to the boot. I informed him of the situation and told him that I had to go to sick call. He said that it didn't matter; I had to be in uniform for formation. I showed him the ankle, but he's a jerk, so that meant little. He told me to put it on or he'd have me written up for disobeying. So I put that boot on. I had to put my toes in, then grab the top of the boot and slam the foot on the ground several times to get it in. It's been a while, but I vaguely remember there being a few tears. Only vaguely, though, and only a few if you believe that. When I got to the hospital, the doctor (colonel, full bird) proceeded to let me know how stupid putting the boot on was, in no uncertain terms. His language was colorful, to say the least. Then he asked why I could be so stupid, and I informed him that I was threatened with Article 15 (for a minor offense, an Article 15 is given instead of a full judicial hearing, but can still demote you or punish you in other ways) if I did not comply. He asked who ordered me to do this, so I told him. I won't say gleefully, but it was with much glee. In a flash, he was on the phone. That colorful language was now directed at someone else. It was a sight to behold. But this is not the malicious compliance. So, I was given a profile (a doctor's note specifying what you can and can't do because of medical issues) that said that I must wear an air cast, use crutches, and that I could not do physical training or stand for more than 10 minutes at a time. Returning from the hospital after lunch, I stopped at the barracks and grabbed a running shoe for that foot and returned to the motor pool. The jerk saw me coming. Again. Man, was he out to get me. He met me at the gate and asked for my profile, which I gave him. He then told me that the profile did not specify that I could wear running shoes. I informed him that it did state that I had to wear the air cast and that it would not fit in the boot. He didn't want to hear it. But then I told him he was welcome to call the Colonel to clarify. He declined, but stated that I could not wear that shoe. Hmmmmm. I can certainly do that. I took the shoe off and hobbled to the smoking area just outside the motor pool and sat there for 3 hours. My squad leader, Sergeant Ski, came looking for me eventually, mainly because others had complained that I was sitting in the smoking area for 3 hours. He asked what happened, and I told him. He then asked why I didn't come into the motor pool. "Sorry, Sergeant, regulations prevent me from entering the motor pool without footwear. Since I cannot wear this shoe because my profile doesn't specify, and I can't wear the boot over the air cast, it looks like I'm on a 6-8 week smoke break." Sergeant Ski was very unhappy and told me that I should have informed him of the situation (back before cell phones), and I replied that that would have required me to enter the motor pool without the proper footwear. I cannot do it. Sorry. He told me to put the shoe on and head inside; he'd deal with it. The platoon sergeant tore him a new one. Again. A 3-hour break and the jerk gets his reprimand. Good deal for me."