People Share Their “You Just Picked A Fight With The Wrong Person” Moment

When we get into a verbal or physical fight with a stranger, there’s no telling what they’re capable of! You just don’t know, and assuming you do might already mean you’re in big trouble! The following collection of stories hit on a few sentiments. We’ve got your traditional David and Goliath story where the moment the bigger guys steps into the ring to fight the smaller dude, he automatically assumes he has this brawl in the bag. Spoiler alert: he totally doesn’t. Then there’s the doctor who rudely tells off the elderly woman he’s sharing an elevator with, only to get kicked out of the luxury resort faster than he can say sorry (which he doesn’t!).

Yep, you never know how you’re messing with and karma can come back and get you real sweet if you don’t play nice – or smart! When she realized her tattooed boyfriend was no match for the nearly 7-foot guy who stepped of the van ready to fight, she picked her battle, and told her partner straight up and honestly, “You’re going to get your a*s kicked. Let’s go!” All muscle aside, a “you just picked a fight with the wrong person” moment includes people who will dig deep and find your secrets to get back at you! Don’t be fooled.

You don’t have to throw a punch to get your message across. Sometimes all it takes is the right connection to get back at ta wrongdoing! Read on for some mighty satisfying stories that might humble you a little more than you think.
29. He Researched The Kid’s Life Until He Got The Dirt He Needed

I thought that was the end of it, but then a few days later in the morning, I realize my house and truck had been egged. These geniuses had egged me during a rainstorm, however, so all the egg had washed off. The only way I knew was from the eggshells and a little residual yolk in my truck bed that I easily wiped off with a paper towel.

Still, the principle of the situation called for vengeance. I was a grad student with a lot of time on my hands, so I got onto myspace (kiddos, MySpace was like a proto-Facebook popular for a minute in the mid-2000’s) and spent hours clicking through the networks of kids attending that high school until I found his page. Bingo!! This kid was a stoner raver dude and not exactly a genius (egging in the rain, eg). His MySpace page was full of pics of him drinking vodka, smoking blunts, and arranging smalltime drug deals on his and his friends’ pages, out in the open with no privacy controls!
Next, I clicked through all his friends’ pages and happened to stumble on one where he had left his phone number (home phone — this was when only grownups had cells) on a girl’s page.

So I paid $5 to reverse-lookup the number and got his parents’ names and address. Then I printed out all his pics and references to drug use and buying/selling along with a handy glossary of drug terms, put it in an envelope and mailed it to his mom. For good measure, I emailed a link to his page to the principal and a school police officer at his school along with a note expressing how concerned I was that this kid was dealing drugs in school.
I continued to monitor his page to see if I could find out what happened. His activity ceased and his friends were leaving messages on his page saying ‘Dan where are you??’ Apparently, he was not in school.

After a while, his friends began to learn what happened and were discussing it on their pages. Apparently, he got expelled and his parents sent him to reform school!! So delicious. It was great revenge, and hopefully, the intervention steered him toward a better path in life. Wish I had a way of finding out what happened to the kid in the long run, as this was 13 years ago.” Source
28. She Made One Call And Taught Him A Lesson

“In a famous resort hotel in the US, a rich doctor was trying to sneak his underage children onto an adults-only penthouse floor. On the elevator was a quiet elderly woman who was also going to the top floor.

The woman politely said to the doctor, ‘I don’t think they allow children on that floor.’ The doctor turned to her and said: ‘Mind your own business, you old bag!’

The woman was taken aback but did not reply. When the elevator arrived at the floor, the woman went one way and the doctor and his children went another.

The woman happened to be the Chairman of the Board of a multi-billion dollar global conglomerate that has holdings on several continents including, you guessed it, the famous resort hotel.
She called the resort’s manager and said: ‘I want that man and his family out of the resort in ten minutes. Make it happen.’

The doctor got nasty, threatened to sue, etc.

But the staff had their instructions and no authority for discretion, so they were indeed leaving, no matter what at this point.

The most fascinating part of watching the family packing up and leaving was the kid’s expressions. They had obviously become accustomed to their father pretty much always getting his way in life. I’ll never forget the look of shock on their little faces when they discovered that day that their dad did not rule the world. They learned that no matter how big a ‘fish’ you may think you are, there is always a bigger ‘fish’ out there and you never know where it will pop up and swallow you.” Source
27. They’re Called The Fighting Irish For A Reason

“The worst I can think of happened back in high school.

This was 1989 and schools were a bit different then. There was a fight almost every day in the halls. If a teacher or administrator caught them, then it was often just one day of detention. Sometimes a couple of days of Out-of-School Suspension.

A new student named Jamie had started school. He was fresh from Ireland. Acted dorky, dressed goofy, and had such a strong accent, he was hard to understand. Prime pickings for a bully. He got picked on and pushed around for a couple of weeks by a group of bullies. As we found out later, he had promised his parents he would be good at school and not get into any fights.

Then one day, Jamie was walking to class and the group of three bullies came up behind him right before he got to the stairs and knocked his books out of his hand. They went flying down the stairs, papers everywhere. When the Irish kid turned around, he had the look of rage on his face. No doubt what was about to happen. He was going to throw a lame ass punch and get beat down by three football players who were all bigger than him. At least that’s what I thought would happen. No one expected what he did.
First, Jamie threw a lightning-fast punch at the guy who knocked the books out of his hand.

Broke his nose. That guy just collapsed on the ground. The next guy tried to rush him. Not sure what his plan was, except maybe to push Jamie down the stairs. Instead, the second bully got tossed down the stairs. Dislocated his shoulder when he landed about 3/4 of the way down. The third bully actually landed a punch on Jamie’s face, but it was the last one he would get. Jamie hit him with a combination of punches ending with an uppercut that dropped him to the ground. Then Jamie jumped on top of him and continued to rain down punches until the guy rolled over. Then Jamie slapped on a rear naked choke until the bully was unconscious.

The whole fight lasted less than a minute. Everyone standing there watching was dumbfounded. Standing there with our mouths open. Turns out he had been training as a fighter in Ireland. Oops! Looks can be deceiving. Those three definitely picked a fight with the wrong person!” Source
26. He Got The Final Word With His Carton Of Soup

“I lived in New York City for a number of years and was witness to all manner of misfits and shenanigans. This one stands out.

One afternoon, I waited to catch an Uptown #6 train, at the Astor Place stop. The train pulled into the station, and I stepped into the car. In the two-seater directly across the car from the doors, sat a giant of a man, foul-smelling and who I would guess was homeless.

He rather resembled Hagrid, but with more hair, and less social-awareness. He sat, slobbering into a large carton of soup he ate with a small plastic spoon. As anyone who has ever ridden the NYC subway knows, it is prudent to avoid such people, and I moved farther up the car to the right.
Just as the pre-recorded, ‘Stand clear of the closing doors,’ alert sounded, a well-dressed, bespectacled man, carrying his briefcase and topcoat ran pell-mell and tumble-bumble from the turn-style across the platform, and jammed his briefcase between the closing doors, thus preventing the train from departing. He looked down the train towards the Conductor’s window, waiting for the doors to reopen.

The Conductor announced ‘Let the doors close. There is a train directly behind this one!’ Most savvy New Yorkers recognize that as fiction, and this fellow was having none of it. ‘Open the doors!’ ‘Let go of the doors!’ Back and forth.
Aggravated, Hagrid stood up and lumbered to the doors, and bellowed through the space above the briefcase, ‘LET THE DOORS CLOSE!’ Outside of the car, the man now was in a shouting match with both the conductor and Hagrid, hurling profanities and invectives. Holding his soup in his left hand, Hagrid reached for the briefcase with his right and gave it a hefty shove out of the doors. As luck would have it (bad luck), the conductor then opened the doors for a moment, and the dapper fellow jumped into the car, knocking into Hagrid.

The doors closed behind him, and the train left the station. Now the man found himself face to chest with the angry, imposing, homeless person, he had been cursing and insulting moments earlier. Any normal person would have desperately backpedaled with apologies, but Dapper Dan was a wealthy businessman, late to his important meeting, and not a ‘normal person.’ The shouting continued all the way up to the next stop, at 14th Street-Union Square. I, along with a dozen or so passengers clustered at the other end of the car, grew anxious about how this might end.
The train pulled into the station, slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. Thankfully, this appeared to be Hagrid’s stop, and he stepped backward out of the car doors, still arguing.

Dapper Dan, emboldened by the imminent closing doors, stepped closer to the doorway, and carried on shouting, ‘Yeah, you BETTER get off this train, you worthless SOB!’ Just then, Hagrid flung his quart-sized bowl of creamy seafood-bisque back into the car, at Dan’s face. It was a direct hit. The bisque did not spare Dan, his suit, tie, topcoat, or briefcase. The doors closed, and the subway pulled out of the station. Now silent, and chagrined, Dan slowly pulled his glasses off his face, and shook loose a shrimp that had been caught at his temple. He wiped the orange-muck off his face onto the lower-sleeve of his expensive looking suit.

The train pulled into 23rd Street, and he stepped off. The doors closed and I, along with all the other passengers, burst into laughter.” Source
25. He Was Taught A Valuable Life Lesson That Day

“I was 16-17. I was a big kid. 6ft 2. 210 pounds. Most of it muscle. I started boxing. I was in love with Rocky. The real Rocky from Brockton named Marciano not the one in the movies; though; he was cool too. Anyway, I could hit pretty hard but I didn’t listen very well. I had a great coach. Former army boxing champ. The patience of a saint. He started sparring me against other guys in the gym.

Sparring went at levels: quarter speed, half speed, and full speed. Meaning at the quarter and the half, you were supposed to not hit as hard as you could. You were supposed to be learning. Learning things like how to move, footwork, combinations, etc., etc. I always went full speed — as I said I had a problem with listening. I ran through a few guys and thought I was the next great white hope. Coach kept warning me. Take it easy. Watch your wind. Learn. Keep your hands up. Jab, etc. but in my mind, I was ready for Holmes. Lol.
Then one day I show up to the gym and there’s this skinny little guy in the ring.

He was about 5 inches shorter than me and maybe a buck fifty soaking wet. Coach tells me that this kid is my sparring partner for the day. I said, ‘Uh, coach, really?’ Coach says, ‘Well, you need a workout. He needs a workout. Let’s get going, etc.” So I head to the lockers, tape up and change, but of course, I don’t wear my headgear because, well I was too good for headgear. Etc. Coach steps out of the ring and as he’s stepping out, he says, ‘Just don’t hurt him.’ I go to say, ‘Okay,’ back and that’s when I notice that coach wasn’t talking to me. I found this interesting.

Recorded automated bell rings and I do my usual Clubber Lang swinging for the fences imitation. This little guy just stands against the ropes and takes all my shots in his arms and shoulders and gloves. He covers up well. I never get his head. He never throws a punch back, not one. Our Sparring rounds, by the way, were 2 minutes long, not 3 minutes (thank goodness). The bell chimes: first round is over. Minute break. Then round 2 which is a repeat of round 1 with me throwing haymakers and Shorty covered up tight taking my shots in his shoulders and mitts and not returning fire. Ding ding. Round 3.

See previous rounds.
Okay. Here comes round 4. I’m completely spent. I throw a punch but my arms are so heavy that my glove just lightly taps his gloves which are covering his face. Then, and this is the part I’ll never ever ever forget. Shorty lowers his gloves just enough so I can see his eyes and… he winks at me. It was at that moment that: 1. I almost peed my shorts and 2. I Learned to listen. Shorty took maybe 30 seconds to destroy me. And unlike me, I’m sure, mercifully for my sake, he was going half speed. It was a tremendous lesson in humility and one I needed and one I’m grateful for to this day.” Source
24. He Didn’t Want To Use Force Until He Was Forced To

‘I never believed that could happen.

In early 2002, I was frequenting a gym with my friend Carvin. He is a die-hard bodybuilder but an all natural, no steroid, kind of guy. This was a small gym that was in our building that had recently converted to a GoodLife Fitness. Carvin is very generous at the gym and will help just about anybody that needs tips or pointers.

This one day, Carvin was on a cycle machine doing his cardio and flirting with a nice lady that was cycling beside him. I’ll call her Elsa. Now Carvin has an amusing nervous laugh which is quite endearing and kinda downplays what he is capable of. This is a recent pic so you can imagine what he was like 10 years ago.

A younger guy was keeping an eye on them as he was working on different machines around the gym. We’d seen him there before but didn’t know much else about him.

For some reason, this guy got it in his head that Carvin and Elsa were laughing at him. No idea why. Maybe it was the testosterone flowing, maybe the tough image this guy like to project but he confronted Carvin and told him to knock it off.
Carvin was very confused both for the accusation and the audacity of the guy. A few heated words back and forth and Kirk steps in-between them. Kirk is big, black and works as a police officer.

This punk really wants to have a go at Carvin and doesn’t realize that Kirk is probably saving his life or at least serious injury. Some people think body-builders are all show and no go but Carvin is also quite proficient at Taekwondo. I’ve seen him execute spinning back-kicks and nail targets over 6′ in the air.

This kid says, ‘I’ll blow you up.’ Not the right thing to say so soon after 9-11 so Kirk stepped out of the way. Carvin gives this kid one push. It was an amusing thing to watch because his feet left the ground and he flew back over 6′ and he was embedded half in the drywall.

He managed to pull himself out of the 3′ hole and instantly loses all bravado and starts profusely apologizing.

Carvin calmed down, accepted the apologies and went back to finish his cardio.

For weeks, every time we’d see him this guy he would shake his head and say, ‘I never believed that could happen.’ But we had the hole in the wall as evidence.” Source
23. He Didn’t Know There Was A “Jeff” Involved

“In 1996, I and many other marines and sailors were out for Fleet Week. While there, we were cruising bars and one of the sailors rolling with us spots a very, very gay young-looking man, also known as a twink.

Sailor starts talking smack about this gay dude who looks like he’s about to sprout wings and sprinkle glitter across the world.

The kid ignored him, but the sailor took it too far and pushed the kid.

The kid says in a very strong Spanish tainted NYC accent, ‘Nuh-uh, I’m getting Jeff.’ The kid scampers off inside the bar he was initially chilling in front of. The rest of us were very definitely NOT doing dumb shit, and we did try repeatedly to get him to stop…but he didn’t.
A minute later, the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen occurred – 6′6″ of hard-chiseled, iron-sculpted, hulking mass of Jeff stepped out of the bar. Also, for context, Jeff was dressed up in FULL leather…which oddly covers very little for as much of it that he had on.

Anyway, Jeff whipped the living daylights out of this sailor while the rest of us smoked cigarettes with the kid. Afterward, we scraped the guy up and got him back to the ship, but holy crap. Jeff was no joke. I learned a VERY valuable lesson that night. For every twink you see, there’s a Jeff you don’t. Be kind, bro. Be kind.” Source
22. She Asked Politely Before She Took It Up A Notch Or Five

“It was back in the early 1990s. My eyesight had gotten so bad that I had gone to San Rafael to get a Guide Dog for mobility. We lived in a rather run down area (near St.

Luke’s Hospital in San Fran) and right next door, on the way I had to take every day to get home from work, was a Hispanic family. Mom, Dad, several ‘friends,’ a gaggle of kids – and a huge Rottweiler. Pop doted on that dog. He was also a bit of a bully.

Every day when I went to or came home from work, the rottweiler would CHARGE around the house into the front yard, right at the fence, snarling and threatening! While Guide Dogs are trained to ignore dog distractions, and not respond to aggression,  I was another matter! I couldn’t see well, and so the dog had a way of SUDDENLY appearing out of nowhere, threatening violent bloody death to my dog and me.

Since my poor dog was new, and a sweet gentle Golden Retriever, she would also flinch away. I couldn’t help but scream every time it happened.
Being a ‘nice sort’ I always try to resolve conflict with words. Once, when Pop came out laughing, I said, ‘PLEASE keep your dog IN or at least penned in the back yard when he’s outside!!’ He roared with laughter, imitated my scream of surprise and mocked me, ‘Eeeek! HAHAHA! “Please keep your dog in the back”… like Hell I will! It’s MY dog. Keep your mangy b*tch off MY sidewalk if you’re so f*ing scared!’ and he went back into the house laughing.

I tried to reason with him a couple more times.

By now he had worked that Rottie up to the point where the dog would go into frothing rages at my poor shivering Guide Dog! Finally, I called the school. I told them of my dilemma. They asked me, ‘Do you have an alternative route home?’ ‘Yes. But it was eight blocks walk because we were on a cul-de-sac.’ ‘We’ll handle it,’ they said.
Handle it they DID! A few days later a beautiful black Mercedes Benz drove up and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. From what I am told, a couple of Suits got out of the car and went to *talk* to the man. Very calmly, never ONCE raising their voices, they laid it on the line.

‘Sir, you may not know this, but interfering with a service dog, such as a Guide Dog for the Blind, is against the law. We are a very *large* school, with a budget somewhere north of a couple of small countries, and we employ attorneys by volume and weight. Now IF your dog… and you… *continue* to ‘interfere’ with our client’s mobility… we can take your car, your house, the clothes off your *back* and land you in jail, PLUS a $20,000 fine. Oh yes, and we can take your *dog* too. Your name will be in every newspaper from here to Texas for bullying a blind woman. Somehow I don’t think your ‘wife’ and kids will stick around for that.

What do you think? We aren’t going to give you our card, we’re giving our card to our *client*. Think it over.’

And quite calmly, they left. The family MOVED about a month later!” Source
21. She’s Got The Big Boys On Her Side

“A woman called my newsroom crying. Nobody wanted to deal with her. So they sent her to me. She was crying and hard to understand, but the basic story went this way…

She had bought a used car. She needed it badly to get to the THREE jobs she held to support her children by herself. No husband. Less than two weeks after buying the car, it broke down. She called the dealer who had told her it had a 30-day warranty.

He told her he couldn’t help. But, she told him, you said it had a 30-day warranty. His response — too bad. When she complained, he told her — ‘Lady, you’re dealing with the big boys now.’

She was crying as she told me this. I was — to put it mildly — angry. My response to her — let me call you back.

I called him. I explained the problem and when I did not get what I considered a good response, I ‘explained’ things to him:
He needed to respond appropriately to her and solve the problem.
If he did not respond appropriately, I would have my entire investigative news team look into his operation.

He did not like that.
My response  – YOU picked the wrong person to fight with, and no, NOW, you’re playing with the ‘big boys,’  with expletives to follow. He took back her car. Gave her a slightly newer model without any problems. She called crying and thanked me. I may have cried a bit too.

PS – I didn’t do the story about him. I wonder if I should have?” Source
20. He Proves Hulk Really Does Exist

“When I was on vacation in Sharm El Sheikh (Egypt) I saw a Russian girl carrying her own food to the beach where you’re not supposed to bring outside food (very stupid rules). As a result, one man from that beach staff tried to take the food from her.

She didn’t want her food to be taken from her and tried to rip it from his hands. The man hit her in the face so hard that her glasses shattered.

Unfortunately for that man, the girl’s husband saw what happened. He was like Hulk but not green. So Hulk punched that guy so hard that he immediately lost his consciousness and dropped to the sand. After 10 seconds two of the almost dead guy’s friends came to beat that Russian Hulk but with no luck. One had his face smashed into the table and other was hit when Hulk smash in his stomach.” Source
19. His Big Mouth Broke His Arm

“I was 14 and at a summer camp.

There was this Russian kid who attended who had lived here for a year with family to go to school. Since he was a foreigner I immediately singled him out and started picking on him. This went on for about two weeks with me mocking his Russian accent, making jokes about Russians and generally just being a little as*hole. Then one day, he had enough. He picked a fight with me and I’d thought I would have easily won since I had almost a foot on the guy.

Nope.
I go in for a punch and he ducks, grabs my arm and throws me over him onto the ground. Breaking my arm in the process.

I started crying. I was then taken to the hospital. I went back to camp and I was forced to apologize to the kid and I did. We ended up being friends and he tells me that his dad runs a jujitsu gym in St. Petersburg and is a former Spetznaz soldier. He wasn’t the kind to boast so I believed him. He told me his dad trained him in jujitsu for most of his life.

That day, I learned you probably shouldn’t mess with strangers because you have no idea what they are capable of, and that everyone should get their ass kicked at least once in their life so they know this.” Source
18. She’s A Chess Shark

“At work, I had a chess board and would play with various people during lunch.

None of us were particularly great or anything, it was just a fun diversion. One day one of my co-workers came up, an older woman who was always very sweet and quiet, and asked if I wanted to play a game.

She destroyed me. Like, it wasn’t even a close game. Towards the end, I would make a move and she would just say, in the sweetest tone possible, ‘Oh, are you sure you want to make that move?’

Destroyed. Turned out she had actually competed in some chess tournaments when she was younger, and both of her sons were active competitors.” Source
17. He Was Ready To Take On The Gang – Solo

“From a friend and one of the bouncers at the club he works at –

This bouncer had not been working at the club for long and was sent by his security agency to cover a shift in another part of town (I’ve not been but heard it’s quite a rough area) and during the night, the head doorman refused entry to a guy for being too drunk and for being involved in an incident at a different nightclub a few weeks prior.

The drunk dude began to get all up in the head doorman’s face threatening to come back with “The Boys.”

This is usually quite an empty threat – normally a drunk dude gets all angry for a bit and then walks away/moved on by the police. In this instance,  however, the guy walked away and the new bouncer who was covering thought the issue had passed.
30 minutes later the drunk guy returns with 15 of his friends, marching down the road, ‘like a scene from green street/football factory.’

The new bouncer is watching these guys approach with the head doorman thinking, ‘Fu*k! F*ck! F*ck! We’re going to be in a spot of trouble here.’

He sees the head doorman reach inside his coat pocket.

‘Holy sh*t, does he have a weapon or something?! Sh*t is going to hit the fan.’

The head doorman produces a mouthguard from his pocket, puts it in his mouth and limbers up his neck and cracks his knuckles all in complete silence and calm.

The lads approaching see this and pause before one shouts, ‘Nah f*ck that mate,’ and they all scatter. The new bouncer asked not to be sent there on cover again.” Source
16. Think Twice Before You Shoot A Straw Wrapper

“Not me, but a friend I was traveling with. When I was 20, we were in a DCA drum corps for the summer, on our way to a show. We had stopped at a Wendy’s to eat.

While we were there, a group of bikers (obviously part of a club) came in the same Wendy’s to eat. They sat behind us. My friend decided to try to hit me with his straw paper. His attempt went right past me and hit a biker in the back of the head. We go dead silent, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. We let out a deep sigh of relief and continue eating.

As we are heading out the door, my friend decides to use the bathroom. I wait for him on the bus. A few minutes later he comes flying out of the Wendy’s, red-faced and looking terrified.

Apparently, a biker had met him in the bathroom, cornered him and explained, ‘I’m the nice kind of biker, so I’m going to let you off with a warning, but be aware that many bikers would be kicking your ass right now.

Get out of here.’

That was the end of shooting straw paper.” Source
15. He Looks Bigger In Person Than He Does Sitting Down

“I’ll share a story from the perspective of the guy you shouldn’t f*ck with.

My little brother and I pull into a parking lot and another car is coming at us from the opposite direction and was drifting into my lane a little bit. My bro reaches across the seat and honks my horn for me and the car moves back over, slams on the brakes, does a quick turn and starts tailing me as I park.

I pick a spot, and the car stops in the lane behind me and this dude gets out of the car with a super angry scowl and starts heading over to my door like he’s got a problem.

I look at my bro and go ‘way to go dumbass’ and step out and the dude stops dead in his tracks when he realizes I’m basically a monster at almost 7′ tall and 300+ lbs. He doesn’t even say anything and just dips back into his car and peels out and my brother and I start laughing our asses off. Then I hit him for touching my horn.” Source
14. He Almost Had His Head Chopped Off

“A high school friend and his buddies were drunkenly throwing snowballs at cars from an elevated bluff above a fairly busy street. Apparently, one of his ‘victims’ took exception, looped around and parked. He approached them from behind and took one swing at my friend with a machete.

One of his friends warned him, so he was able to raise his arm. He happened to be wearing two leather jackets at the time, so the machete only cut halfway through his arm right below the elbow. Had he not been warned, it would have been his neck. Afterward, the attacker (described to me as an old Filipino-lookin’ dude) walked back to his car, drove away, never to be seen again.” Source
13. He’s Tough And Classy

“When I was 14, my brother (one of my longtime mentors and heroes) took me to NYC for my birthday. He was 29 at the time and was on leave from the military. He had left 1st Ranger Battalion and just finished the Army Special Forces Q-Course (Green Beret).

By all accounts, he was and still is a bad mamma-jamma. He is incredibly quiet and soft spoken and very gentle. We were on the subway headed to Times Square and I was standing next to him, both of us holding a vertical rail in the train.

From the next compartment, a group of young urban troubadours was passing roughly through the crowd and shoulder bumping people to get through.

When they bumped into my brother, it was like waves crashing into a rock. They eyed him and the leader of the group said something along the lines of, ‘Who the f*ck are you? Are you supposed to be tough or something?’ To which my brother calmly responded, ‘Actually, I am tough.

If you care to find out for yourselves let’s wait until we’re off the train, I’d hate to leave a mess in here.’

They made the wise choice of leaving at the next stop.” Source
12. He Learned Why You Should Never Hit A Cop

“At 21, I got into a bar fight. Ended up knocking a guy out and breaking his cheekbone and knocking out three teeth in the process. After our scuffle someone goes, ‘Dude he’s a cop.’ My heart dropped. I just knocked out an off duty officer of the law. Long story short, got arrested and eventually sued. Ended up costing me around $25,000. Luckily the legal charges dropped down to a simple violation but coming from an immigrant low-income family, the $25,000 was a daunting task.

Never told my parents about the lawsuit, they think the initial $6,000 I paid for the lawyer and hospital fees was all I had to pay. So I ended up taking a private loan out by myself to pay the rest. At 25 now and only $3,500 left to go. Eye opening experience, never again. Tied me up financially for over 4 years. The only solace I take is that everyone who I have spoken to about this guy, over 30 people, have all said he’s a real dirtbag.
I probably could have gotten away with spending less but being raised like I was, I didn’t really have or know of certain resources.

For instance, I ended up representing myself in the civil case because I didn’t have the money to get a lawyer. So that was an experience all on its own. I could have pushed him to drop the lawsuit because he was doing some illegal stuff prior to our fight. Really should have fought harder but felt my hands were tied back then. This thing ruined my senior year at school, had to get more hours at my job and dropout from the soccer team, then held me back financially because I got an awful loan with a high rate paying 600 a month and all of it going to interest because they charged that on the front end.

Ended up straining relationships with friends and my girlfriend at the time because I couldn’t go out and just didn’t want to because I felt immense amounts of stress because of this. That tied with lots of family money issues which I feel responsible for just made a mess of this whole thing. Learning experience nonetheless.” Source 
11. He Almost Started A Fight But Became A Fanboy Instead

“I was traveling home to Washington DC from a European vacation with my girlfriend. We flew from Barcelona to Detroit and hopped on a plane in Detroit to take us back to Baltimore/Washington International Airport. Weary after hours of flying, I got on the plane only to see that the family in the row in front of me had a young (10 or so) girl who was playing an iPhone game at full volume without headphones.

Her mom was sitting in the aisle and looked like a blonde bimbo. At this point, a poorly timed fart would have made me lose it so I inhale to get ready to unleash a tirade somewhere along the lines of “OH SO YOU CAN JUST LET YOUR DAUGHTER LISTEN TO HER F*CKING GAME OUT LOUD? OH SURE, WHY DON’T I BLAST SOME TUPAC F*CKING SHAKUR FOR YOU TO ENJOY?”
I get roughly half of a phoneme out of my mouth when something catches my eye. The dad, sitting in the window seat looking out the window, has three Chinese letters tattooed on his head. My first thought was, ‘Okay maybe I shouldn’t f*ck with these people’ immediately followed by the most fanboy moment of my 25-year-old life.

‘OH…OH MAN…HEY CHUCK!’ It was former UFC light heavyweight champ Chuck Liddell. He was traveling to Baltimore to attend a fight. I said something about seeing him at the fight on Saturday then let my ears bleed to the sound of Candy Crush for the entirety of the flight.

I should mention that despite his lack of airplane etiquette, Chuck was extremely warm to a die-hard fan. He spoke to me as long as was acceptable for someone boarding a plane and even gave me a wave of recognition when I saw him at a meet and greet event before the fight.” Source
10. He’s The Guy You Don’t Want To Get Angry

“Friend told me about a guy he knew named ‘Ben’ and how he met out some crazy revenge:

Ben was driving himself down on one of those uncommon roads in suburbia that were kind of narrow.

As he was driving, there were these three teenagers, 16, 17 and 19, walking shoulder to shoulder along the road with their backs to him. Not trying to hit them, Ben moved to the far left side to avoid them and give them enough safe space.

Turns out it was a ruse by those three kids to get cars to pass along them just like that. When he passed by them, they took out baseball bats they were hiding and started smashing his car as he passed. Took out his side mirror and minor damage.

Ben wasn’t too happy so he pulled over and got out of his car to address this, not too smart since it’s already 3 to 1 but you’ll understand in a minute.

The three kids see him and realize their advantage and start charging at him, bats raised.

Now here’s where it gets good.
Ben pulls out a gun and tells them all to freeze. Turns out, Ben’s a retired Marine with a concealed weapons permit. The three kids freak out and stop dead in their tracks, arms raised. Ben directs them to get on their knees, lay face down, and keep their arms and legs spread out. Now, this was back in 2000 when cell phones weren’t as common, but Ben happened to have one. He called the cops on the kids right then and there. He said, ‘My name is Ben, I’m on Johnson Road and three teenagers just attacked my car and threaten to attack me.

I am carrying a gun with a permit and have them on the ground and subdued, I need an officer to come by here as I am pressing charges and I want them arrested. When the officer arrives, I am the one with the gun and I will follow his instructions.’

The kids start begging for him to let them go, cursing each other, and probably giving sob stories but Ben’s not listening. The cop arrives, orders Ben to put down his gun, which he does, and then it gets better!

Turns out the cop is a retired Marine too! He hears Ben’s statement, sees the evidence, and then they have this exchange:
Cop: ‘So they came right at you?’

Ben: ‘Yes.’

Cop: ‘And you didn’t shoot them?’

Ben: ‘No, they listened to my commands so I didn’t see the need.’

Cop: ‘Is that what they’re teaching now?’

The cop then looks at the three kids and says, ‘You’re lucky you got him and not me, I’d have shot all three of you, coming at me with bats.

If this guy would have shot all three of you dead, told me what happened, I’d send him on his way.’ So the three kids get arrested and the cop tells the two youngest that they’re probably going to screw up their lives if they keep this up. He tells the 19-year-old that he’s over 18 and an adult so it’s too late for him, he’s going to jail for this.

Then it gets better.

They all end up in court and, as it turns out, the judge’s son is currently in the Marines. He tells the other two that they’re going to be tried as adults too and eventually all three go to jail for the maximum sentence our state allows for this crime!” Source
9. She’s Had To Be Tough To Survive

“Technically I did not witness this since I wasn’t present in the actual moment, but I have no reason to believe that things didn’t happen the way they described it.

My wife and I were vacationing in Zanzibar twelve years ago or so. We were in Stone Town, walking the narrow and twisted alleys from the restaurant back to our hotel. Our plan was to have a couple of drinks on the roof terrace.

We were walking towards a gate where three teenage boys were loitering. I got a bit nervous and thought of taking another route, but since I had not had any trouble and was afraid to lose my bearings, I decided against it. And besides, I never really have any trouble anyway, being 186 cm and 100 kilos.
We passed them, and they politely wished us a good night. Nothing really to it, so we headed to our hotel and the rooftop bar.

5 minutes later, two Dutch women, mother and daughter arrive. The mother is in her seventies, the daughter probably mid-thirties. The daughter is visibly distressed, the mother is smirking. Since we had a few exchanges with them earlier we asked them if everything was all right.

It turned out they were following the exact same route as us. The three nice teenage boys weren’t really that nice after all. When the Dutch women tried to pass, they surrounded them. One of them pulled out a blade and demanded their valuables.
The daughter, an experienced traveler, complied. She struggled a bit with her money belt, and the three young robbers had their eyes on her.

That was all the mother needed. It turned out (she later told us) that she grew up in the bombed out ruins of Rotterdam in the years right after World War Two. Everybody struggled, and she had the double burden of being the child of a single mother. Every day involved fighting off older children to keep what little she had.

When confronted by the three teens, the mother decided in that snap second that these three punks were no different than the teenage boys she fought as a child. She picked up a loose cobblestone and smashed it against the head of the closest of the three robbers. Not letting go of the cobblestone, she then immediately threw it at the robber holding the blade two meters away, scoring a perfect hit right in his temple.

The third robber then did the only sensible thing pitted against granma – he ran.
The daughter was naturally quite shocked. First, she experienced an attempted robbery. Then she was probably filled with terror the moment she realized her old mother, against every piece of safety advice, picked a fight. And then she was astounded by the fact that her mother gave those punks a solid beating.

Those three boys definitely picked the wrong person. Had they picked me I would have handed them anything I had. Instead, they decided to take on killer granma. Bad mistake!” Source
8. The Whole Family Got Together To Solve This Problem

“About 20 years ago, my family and I were sitting in our front room, when a brick suddenly came flying through the window.

Obviously, we all jumped up in shock and looked out of the window to see a small group of teenage boys running away. There were a number of incidents on my road that night, turned out it was just a gang of lads out causing trouble, convinced that nobody would do anything about it. Big mistake.

We went to the police, who merely offered to give us a crime number for the insurance. However, my sister worked in a local shop and was really good at picking up gossip. This particular gang were all in their late teens, trying to make a name for themselves and were generally causing mayhem in the neighborhood, mugging, intimidating and threatening people, but they were foolish enough to make the names of the ringleaders known.

In due course, my sister got a full description of them and the address of one of the ringleaders.
I should explain that we live in a very nice, upmarket neighborhood, but my Dad comes from one of the toughest areas in the city and was both an amateur boxer and a street fighter in his youth. As for my sister, let’s just say she inherited his genes.

One evening, my sister called around and said she had tracked them down to a nearby off-license (liquor store) where they were currently hanging about. She and my Dad jumped in the car and went to find them.

Sure enough, they were inside the off license, causing trouble as usual.

My sister spotted the ringleader and my Dad made a beeline for him. He was wearing a hooded top, so my Dad just grabbed his hood and started dragging him backward out of the shop. To his horror, the lad immediately burst into tears. Dad just didn’t know what to do – he couldn’t hit him if he was crying.

Thankfully, the rest of the gang chose that moment to circle.
One had a brick (obviously the weapon of choice), and was starting to make a move, egged on by two of his friends. My sister clipped the three of them around the head immediately – and they all also burst into tears.

The ringleader most unwisely chose at that moment to tell my Dad that his father was going to get back at him. My Dad gratefully grasped the opportunity and said, ‘OK, let’s go and see your dad then, just as well as I already know where you live.’ Cue, even more, howling from the hapless leader of the gang.

They duly walked the 5 minutes to the lad’s house, accompanied by helpless whimpering from the fearless gang.

The lad’s dad answered the door and my dad pleasantly said hello and that he understood from his son that he was going to beat him. He just grabbed his son and dragged him in the house.

My dad made arrangements with his dad for suitable recompense and they exchanged phone numbers.
Ten minutes after Dad got home, the phone rings –  it’s the father of the gang leader. He’d reassessed the situation and decided he was going to beat my Dad after all. So Dad immediately drove back round to his house. His wife answered the door and said he’d gone to bed and paid for the damage.

A few days later, my sister was having a cigarette outside her shop when she saw the fearless leader of the gang that was sadly no more walking down the opposite side of the road. He threw her a frightened look and gave her a little wave (although she strongly suspected he was fighting the urge to give her the finger) and she promptly did a cruel but accurate impersonation of him howling in fear.” Source
7. He Doesn’t Want His Peppers To Be Picked On

“Buying groceries at a supermarket.

We Mexicans love all kinds of chile peppers and know hundreds of variants. We found some that, obviously in Canada, people are not very familiar with, so the cashier requested the code by phone for Jalapeños. I told him that those were not Jalapeños, that those were Poblanos. He said he had his training and he remembered very well how Jalapeños looked like and that I couldn’t know what the nuances of the different chile peppers were without his training. I said: ‘Do you know why they are called Jalapeños?’

He then just made a wondering grimace. ‘They are called like that because they come from Jalapa. Do you know why they are called Poblanos? Because they come from Puebla.

Do you know where those two places are?’ He just shrugged his shoulders like: Do I care, Mr. Know-it-all?
‘Those are places in Mexico and I was born and raised there, I am Mexican and I do not need your training to know what kind of chile pepper I am buying. These are Poblanos.’ He did not say a word, kind of still not believing in what I said. But his colleague came with two chile peppers, one Jalapeño, and one Poblano and with the codes for both, she compared them to mine and concluded they were indeed Poblanos. The guy input the code, I paid with a big smile that meant, ‘Told ya!’ and he could not look up out of embarrassment.”  Source
6. They Witness A Scene Out Of A 1970s Gangster Flick

“I was about 22, on summer break from college and I’m in a neighborhood bar with my friend Greg.

We’re at the bar and we meet a guy named Bull (…apparently not his name…but he looked like a bull). We meet the guy, he seemed like a nice person so the three of us are hanging out drinking beer.

Bull is dressed way too nice for this bar and another patron – drunk – stumbles into him, apparently by accident, spilling beer on Bull’s clothes. Bull is polite about it, the patron…is not.

Bull says, ‘Hey man, watch where you’re going, OK? Be careful next time!’

The patron, ‘…f*ck you! Get outta my way or I’ll drop your a**!’

Greg’s and my eyes light up.

Bull, ‘Dude, why you got to be like that, you bumped into me.

I’m not trying to start any sh*t.’

Patron, ‘OH…you’re not going to start anything…I’M GOING TO START IT…’
The patron reaches under his jacket and attempts to pull a .45 automatic from his belt. I say attempt because before he can put his hand under his jacket, Bull drops him with a left hook to the temple.

The ‘crack’ of the punch is heard throughout the bar, and if you blinked you would have missed it.

Greg and I didn’t miss it.

No, this is a place where what has gone on so far is not uncommon and if security has to step in, it’s at the end of a sawed-off, pump action shotgun. This patron is out like a light so security isn’t involved – yet.

Bull reaches down, takes the .45 out of the guy’s belt, unloads the chamber, takes the clip out, puts the unloaded gun on the bar and we continue to drink, the bartender (…lady bartender) comes around with a pitcher of ice water and pours it on this guy to wake him.

He staggers to his feet.

Bull says, ‘Look man, I don’t want any problems…OK. Let’s just forget the whole thing and I’ll buy you a beer. Here’s your piece, no bullets of course. I’m not stupid. How about it…OK?’

Well…this patron wasn’t having any of it. He grabs his gun and responds, ‘You’re a dead man. You don’t know who you’re f*cking with or what you just did.

You’re f*cking dead where you stand. Don’t you go anywhere, I’ll be right back!’

NOW, security gets involved. This patron turns around face first into the barrel of a shotgun.

‘I’ll have that gun please…’ Security says please.
The patron gives up the gun. Security says, ‘Look man, I know you. Go home, don’t come back…let it go.’

The patron turns back around to Bull, ‘You see that car (..this guy drives a f*cking gremlin of all things) when I come back, step outside and we’ll settle this.’

This guy leaves…

Greg and I come to find out Bull just got released from jail for assault and battery and has a fairly extensive amount of experience dealing with people who are armed, as is evidenced by the incident.

This was his first night out and he didn’t want any trouble, but sometimes trouble finds a man before a man can find trouble.

‘What do you want to do?’ I ask Bull.

‘Have another beer.’

‘No…I mean what do you want US to do…man?’

‘I’m good…I don’t know this guy but what am I supposed to do…run?’

Greg says, ‘Look…we’ll go outside. When he comes back we’ll let you know so you can at least be ready. It’s apparent he’s not coming inside.’

Bull says, ‘OK.’
A half hour goes by and the guy shows up…in his gremlin. He has another gun, he’s got it hanging out the window. He’s honking his horn for Bull to come out.

Greg and I go inside and tell Bull. We ask does he need us to go out with him. Bull says no, but he gives Greg a phone number on a slip of paper, asks Greg to call the number and give this address to whoever answers telling them he’s got a problem. Greg goes to the phone. Bull leaves.

I’m looking out the window. The patron parks his gremlin, Bull has his hands up, The patron has the gun pointed directly in Bull ’s face inches away. I hear words exchanged but since I’m inside I can’t hear what’s being said. By this time the whole bar, except for Greg, is looking outside.

Bull continues to have his hands raised, words continue to be exchanged…and then…

‘CRACK!!!’
…Bull drops him again…

…I’m dying from laughter, everyone in the bar is dying from laughter, this guy is out cold…again…this time in the parking lot. Bull collects the gun…again, unloads the chamber, takes out the clip and throws the gun on the other side of the parking lot.

Someone asks the bartender if she’s going to go out and wake him up again, she says, ‘HELL NO!! Leave him…a**hole!’…more laughter. She walks away shaking her head and by this time the bar is rolling.

Greg comes back.

‘What’d I miss…’

I point to what he missed. He’s laughing. We walk out to bull,

‘Did you call that number?’

Greg, ‘Yup.

They said they’d be here soon. In fact, they should be here any minute.’

‘OK.’

I say, ‘Dude, not that it matters, but do you need us to do anything.’

‘Naw it’s good…’

This guy wakes up…again. He hasn’t had enough. He’s screaming, cursing and crying. He holds his jaw and goes back to his gremlin. He going to go get his friends, he’ll be right back. Bull says he thought so, he’s called his friends and bull says he might just want to go home.

This guy doesn’t know when to quit. He’s in his car and on his way.
Two minutes later. A white Cadillac followed by three black sedans pull up. If you’ve ever seen the original Superfly movie from the seventies, I am here to tell you Superfly showed up with his crew.

The exact car, the white suit (no hat or coat, it’s summertime), the hair, the girl dressed in a white gown – EVERYTHING – followed by three black sedans with tinted windows.

Bull walks over, shakes hands and gives ‘Superfly’ a hug, he brings ‘Superfly’ over to Greg and I and introduces us.

The guy starts to say his name, I interrupt, ‘I know you…you’re Superfly.’

The man says, ‘Well, not really.’

I say, ‘Hey, that’s all I need to know. I’ll call you what you want me to call you. But does it matter?’

The guy says, ‘Naw, not really. We’re good.’

I say, ‘Cool.’
He says, ‘Thanks for watching my boy Bull…I appreciate it. Here…’ he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills…

‘No need…,’ I say…’If I ever need a hand I’ll just ask for you..that’s OK?’

‘Anywhere on the south side, we owe you one.’

‘I’ll try not to have to call you on it.’

Greg refuses the money as well.

We go into the bar and Superfly buys us a drink, the sedans wait for this guy to come back. I leave shortly after the drink with the uncanny feeling this guy isn’t coming back.’ Source
5. She Knows How To Protect Herself But Not With Karate

“Years ago, I knew a young lady I’ll call ‘Ann’. Ann is about 5′ tall and looks fairly slim for her size. She’s also very pretty!

One evening, a guy tried to pick her up. He wasn’t drunk, but he was persistent. We were at a little office get-together after work, so there were a bunch of us. He tried several times, but she put him off politely at first, then a little more forcefully.

The group gave her a bit of cover so he gave up, or so we thought.

As we were leaving, he accosted her outside the sports bar as we were all drifting toward our cars. She pushed his hand off her arm and told him to knock it off. Oh, I forgot to mention she’s also Asian. His reply was, ‘What the eff are you gonna do, karate my ass?’ and reached for her again. She smiled and punched him in the middle of his chest. As he lay on the ground holding his chest, she said, ‘I don’t know karate!’ and just walked away.
What the moron didn’t know was Ann was into bodybuilding and boxing.

I’ve seen her in her gym gear; she is in phenomenal shape! She might be small, but it was all muscle.

He actually called the cops, but with 10 or so witnesses — and not just from our group — the cops called him an ambulance; they didn’t even take statements. We learned later that the guy had a couple of broken ribs and a cracked breast bone. If she hit him much harder, she might have killed him. As a precaution, we did get the names and cell numbers of the other witnesses, in case he did try and push it.

It really was a thing of beauty, one punch and he was down and hurting.

The best part was the ‘I don’t know karate!’ line. I still laugh when I think of it.” Source
4. She Made Sure Her Daughter Got Her Bunny Back

“This happened when my daughter was 5 years old. We had gotten her a rabbit when she was 3 and she loved it. We moved and lived near the largest park in the city and there was a clump of trees next to the backyard and the Jr High school. We had placed my daughter’s playhouse next to the swing set and the rabbit was next to the playhouse. It was clear that it was a child’s pet. Every morning when my husband came home from work he took care of the rabbit before coming into the house.

This one day, a week before Easter, someone came in the yard and shot the rabbit in the eye killing the rabbit. I called the police and reported the killing of the rabbit. Our daughter was very upset so, we replaced the rabbit. We were sure that would be the end of the trouble. Everything was fine and every morning my husband would feed and clean the rabbit in its cage. I had called the police because I was worried about someone shooting at my children when they were in the yard because they shot and killed the rabbit with a BB gun.
It was 7 am on Easter Sunday morning. When my husband came home, he went to clean the rabbit’s cage and came in all upset the second rabbit was stolen right out of the cage.

He told me I should call the police. So, I called and told the officer that we found that our rabbit was stolen this morning. The police officer said it back to me and laughed. I heard everyone laughing on the phone. I said, ‘I am serious. Someone stole our rabbit.’ Again I heard everyone laughing really hard. As the officer was still laughing, ‘Well, give me a description of your rabbit.’ ‘The rabbit was white.’
Still laughing, ‘With a white cotton tail?’ The officers were all laughing so hard, I thought they must have fallen to the floor. ‘I am serious, they shot our other rabbit in the eye last week and killed it.

Check the report I made last week.’ Still, I could hear them all laughing in the background. ‘This is no joke! Someone killed my daughter’s rabbit last week. Will you listen?’ ‘Yes, I am writing it all down Peter cottontail was stolen on Easter morning! He is all white with a little cottontail hopping down the bunny trail.’ ‘Why are you not listening, this happen this morning, my husband came home and the rabbit was missing with the food dish.’

My husband said to hang up. But they were laughing at me, they wouldn’t let me tell them what happen. My husband said to call the newspaper and tell them what the police did.

That is a good idea. So, I called and talked to a reporter. He didn’t laugh at me and asked if he could check the story out with the police. I said, ‘Yes, please do.’ I had given all the details of what the police said. The reporter just couldn’t wait to call the police. I got the kids up and they looked for baskets and any little things like Easter eggs filled with candy. My daughter wanted to go out and pet her bunny. We couldn’t let her see that the rabbit was missing – not on Easter. It was heartbreaking. We told her that her bunny had to help the Easter bunny give Easter baskets to other little children.

It was about 3 pm and we had a knock on the door. I went and answer the door to see two very sorry looking police officers. They came to apologize for the way I was treated earlier when I called to report a crime. That there was no excuse for the officers to be laughing at me on the phone. I told them, ‘You can see for yourself the rabbit was taken this morning right out of the cage that sits next to my daughter playhouse.’ The came out in the yard with me. ‘I called for the second time in a week because I was afraid someone that could get right at a poor rabbits eye and kill it up close could hurt my children with the BB gun.’ The officers agreed.

‘You had every right to call and report the theft of your pet rabbit. And anyone should be concerned if their pet was shot and killed. But you have to understand it is Easter Sunday morning, and it did sound like a prank call.’ To which I said, ‘Yes, I do understand it is Easter Sunday morning. I know how it sounds, but I was reporting a crime.’ They just hung their head and said Goodbye.
But the news ate the story up about a little girl having her rabbit stolen on Easter. It made the front page in ‘The Union Leader’ which is the largest newspaper in NH. It listed our names and everything that happened even with the police.

There were calls from everywhere from people wanting to give my little girl a new pet rabbit. My daughter’s teacher called the radio station and told them it was her pupil who was in kindergarten. People sent Easter baskets, we even had a magician who wanted to give my daughter a new rabbit. Everyone was really sweet.

We were contacted by the rock radio station that wanted to take my daughter and me to lunch at the Skyview restaurant. Then, they wanted to get her a new rabbit and everything she needed like rabbit food, a new cage, new food dish, and water bottle. There was a photographer to take my daughter’s picture with her new rabbit.

The picture graced the front page, my daughter with the sweetest smile and long ponytails holding her new rabbit. I framed the clipping for her. But the story was again in the newspaper under the year in review. It seems that the story was also sent around the country, they gave the story to the associated press.” Source
3. He Was Quick To Settle It

“We had just finished an errand and were getting into the car. My husband hadn’t closed his door yet; We were talking about where to go, and what to do next.

A man pulled up in his own car, lwanted our parking space, and started leaning on the horn.

My husband made a ‘just a moment’ gesture with his hand. This enraged the man, who jumped out and came after my husband. He started yelling irrationally and tried to slam the still-open door on my husband’s leg.

Husband didn’t miss a beat. He went flying with both fists raised, in a boxer’s pose and confronted the man. The cowardly jerk was terrified; he shut up immediately and ran away, moving backward, as quickly as he could. My husband pursued him for maybe 10 meters, saying, ‘Come on! Come here!’ as the man cowered and fled.

I abhor violence. Given the circumstances, however, I was extremely proud of my husband, who’d done nothing wrong and defended us both from a senseless attack.

Truth be told, I was more than proud; I told my husband to take us home and get those pants off!” Source
2. She Ended It Before It Happened

“A humongous lifted truck stopped right in front of the Traders Joe’s to wait for someone. Heavy metal was blasting from the open windows. Moments later an old brown minivan pulls up and ‘toots’ its horn for the truck to move. The guy in the truck gives the van the finger. Unable to get past the truck, the van ‘toots’ again.

The hothead in the truck jumps out. He’s of average height, but muscle-bound with full sleeve tats and a shaved head. He swaggers over to the van yelling and thumping his chest daring the other guy to fight him.

I thought I was going to see a beat down of the poor guy in the van. But when he got out, the van rocked under his weight and raised a couple of inches. He was at least 6′5″ and 285lbs (no exaggeration). And he just stood like Paul Bunyan calmly staring down at the tough guy. Realizing his error, the tough guy took a couple of steps back.

Suddenly, a little blonde woman comes around the side of the truck and slaps the tough guy, and yells, ‘You’re going to get your ass kicked! Let’s go!’

As Paul Bunyan is getting back into his van, the sizable crowd that had formed started clapping.

True story. Sorry, no blood.” Source
1. She Called His Bluff Beautifully

“Once I was at a very busy gas station with my mom and someone had parked their car blocking the exit, causing a big jam up. My mom went up to the woman waiting in the car and politely asked if they could move their car. When her husband came back to the car (he had been shopping in the convenience store part of the station) the woman pointed at my mom and said something to him.

This guy had zero neck, was twice the size of me and twice my age (I’m a woman and was about 23 at the time).

He came lumbering over and said in a very slow, menacing voice, ‘GO F*CK YOURSELF’ to my mom.

Oh, no you didn’t.
I jumped out of the car and slammed the door, screaming at the top of my lungs, ‘DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO MY MOM LIKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SH*T!’ To which he replied, ‘Alright, you want to fight?’ It was patently absurd that this man was trying to start a fistfight with me, so I called his bluff and said, ‘Let’s go then! You want to have a fight, you hit me first.’

For a brief second after it came out of my mouth my brain went, “Oh f*ck, he’s going to strangle you.

You’re done for.’

Instead what happened was that he glowered at me for a few seconds and then turned and walked away as everyone at the gas station laughed. Turns out THAT guy picked the wrong person to mess with.” Source
How sweet is it to exact revenge on someone who underestimates you? Proving wrong by means of standing up for yourself can teach another person a very humble lesson if done right and with grace. Ever been caught in a situation like this? Did you ever get the chance to stand up for yourself in the face of adversity? Tell us everything!