1. Taxed For Trespassing

From Redditor /u/amuckinwa

I own some rural undeveloped acerage that we planned to build on someday, in the meantime we would camp or drive out and spend the day target shooting. The property is WELL posted with No Tresspassing and No Hunting signs. The main access is gated (with an 8 foot metal gate) there are burms, ditches, jersey barriers and logs at any point along the 10 mile stretch of road along where anyone would even consider accessing the property (the neighboring properties have all done the same so basically there is no easy access on a 30 mile length). Even with all that people still cut the logs, move the barriers, fill in the ditches to access the property on their quads and dirt bikes.

Last weekend a couple friends and I decided to go out there and do some short range target shooting (maybe 25 yards). We are maybe 2 miles in the woods and suddenly a guy and his 8-10 year old son come up behind us on dirt bikes and the dude goes off. Yelling at us about shooting and endangering his young child (remember we are shooting shirt range targets we have set up against a hillside so no errant bullets wizzing around and it’s MY property that is posted).

I try to explain he is actually tresspassing when he says “b*tch shut up and let the men handle this”. My male friend says it’s HER property you need to talk to her so once again I try to explain to him he is tresspassing, he tells me to f off and says he is calling the sheriff because we are shooting and we need to stop what we are doing and follow him out to the road to meet the sheriff because the property is gated (no sh*t a**hole I gated it) I said we would not leave but go ahead and call. So, he walked away and called. While he did that I also called and told the sheriff’s Dept the gate was unlocked and they could drive in or if they wanted call me when they get close. They said it would be about an hour and they would come to the site.

Now we had probably a dozen rounds already loaded…so we figured wtf, told the Dad we were going to Target shoot and of course he flipped his and called the sheriff again. We fired them and then made sure all the [weapons] were on the table open so the sheriff could see they were empty and sat there talking amongst ourselves while A**hole stood with his son.

Sheriff shows up, and the guy explains how he and his son ride there all the time, describes how he cut some logs and used a small kaboda to make an entrance so they could get in. Shows what direction he came from when he rode up and discovered those dangerous shooters. The officer just let’s him talk and writes it all down. Then he comes over to us and I show him my ID and my phone where I have pulled up the tax records to show I am the owner and this fine gentleman does NOT have my permission to be on the property.

The officer goes back over to the man to get some more information for his report, asks if those are the dirt bikes they were riding, guy proudly says yes. Then the officer asks where the helmets are, guy says he doesn’t need them on private property. Officer asks if the bikes registrations are current, again guy says they don’t need to be on private property. So the officer asks who owns the property and thats when the guy realizes things are not going his way.

So far his A**hole tax has cost him a ticket for no helmet and a double amount ticket for the kid not wearing one, 2 tickets for unregistered bikes. Two tresspassing charges, a [defacing property] charge for the “work” he bragged about to access the property AND he had to PUSH both bikes the 2 miles out to the road, then walk another 3 miles to his truck. Plus whatever the cost is to repair the damage he did making the access and damages for the trail system he created.

If he hadn’t have been an a**hole I would have just told him he couldn’t ride there and blocked his access.

2. Taxed For Unnecessary Packaging

From Redditor /u/PracticalEmployee

This is from 10 years ago but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I briefly worked in a family-owned deli in my college days. This deli has been opened since the 1920’s and they are known in the area for the food they prepare. No bullsh*t, the sandwiches and sides are phenomenal! I really miss it and always stop when I visit the area. In the summers, it was standing room only and the line to order was out the door and around the corner.

Anyways, on this particular day it was just after the dinner rush when I got a phone order for five or six sandwiches. Not a big deal except they wanted all the ingredients packaged separately so they could assemble the sandwich themselves. They wanted to buy just the pieces and not pay for the assembly as if we were a godd*mned grocery store. I stated that we don’t do that and the price is the price. He was not happy but just said to prepare it the way he wanted. I knew a sh*tstorm was coming. Even if it was prepared perfectly, he’d still find something to complain about… one of those customers. So I told the other staff to not set a finger on the order and that I’d handle it completely. So I prepared his sandwiches just as he asked, with everything packaged separately.

When they came in, I charged them the full sandwich price. Of-f*cking-course they complained that it should be cheaper since I didn’t even make a sandwich. I explained to them it that it actually took more effort and more materials to package everything separately rather than make a sandwich so the full price stays. They complained more. I further explained that when extra containers/wrappers are requested, we charge $0.25 for each extra and that I didn’t even charge them for that. At that point they were literally screaming and yelling in the store. Then the guy said the magic words: I want the manager. You want the manager? I will GLADLY get the manager.

You see, the manager lived in the apartment directly above the deli. She left at 5pm everyday to go home (upstairs) and left us staff to run the place. If there was ever a problem, we would just call upstairs and she would come down. The other important thing to note is that she was a raging alcoholic. She was functional during the day but come 5pm she had a bottle in her hand and didn’t stop until she blacked out. Every so often she’d come down to grab a 6-pack from the cooler to supplement her hard liquor and then she’d go back upstairs. By 6 or 7pm she was COMPLETELY sloshed. No one liked calling her after 5pm because she was raging and honestly an a**hole.

So I called the up manager just like the guy wanted. She was pissed when she answered but I told her we had a problem customer and she was suddenly all too happy to come down. She came through the back door so I could explain things and she just nodded her head and went to the register. It was like she immediately sobered up and was no longer drunk. She listened to them complain and then she apologized and offered to re-ring the order herself. The guy was grinning like he had won. Narrator: he did not win.

She proceeded to weigh each and every item individually. Not only did she weigh the meat and cheese but she also weighed the tomato and onion slices, the lettuce, the bacon, and the peppers. Then she charged for the random condiments (mayo, mustard, olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, oregano). Then she charged for the roll. The total ended up being a few dollars or so cheaper than the actual sandwiches themselves. The guy was happy and was getting his wallet out BUT THEN… but then she started charging for the containers. Since everything was either wrapped or in a container it ended up being about $8 more than if we had just charged him for a regular sandwich all said and done. He was flipping out at this point but she pointed to the sign that was stuck to the front of the register that stated additional containers were extra cost (it was a common request).

Guy started yelling but she yelled even louder. She yelled that we aren’t a grocery store and if he wanted to make his own sandwich that’s where he should go. She then tacked on another $5 or so, $1 for each ‘sandwich’ for him being an a**hole. He ended up paying for the sandwiches and left. Then she went back upstairs to drink and we went back to business.

He did call 30 minutes later and tried to say we forgot to package his bacon but I said I personally put it in the bag after the manager weighed it so it is 110% in the bag and that I’d get the manager again if he’d like. He didn’t want the manager.

3. Taxed For Not Allowing Someone To Eat

From Redditor /u/persondude27

I provide a service at special events. Our contract says that if we stay overnight, we can charge $50 per diem for food, unless the client provides three square meals a day.

I don’t frequently charge the $50 per day because most clients have some sort of post-event catered food. Then I grab a snack on the way home at a grocery store. Not a big deal.

This weekend, I was working with a Real Gem of a Human Being™ who was petty, rude, and nitpicking my work. I was truly proud of how it’d gone – it’d been nearly perfect and people were saying so, except for the client.

After the event, people were leaving and it was clear they’d ordered too much food. I went to grab a plate and help myself to the catered meal for over two hundred people. Technically I should’ve asked, but it’s common in our industry for that food to be up for grabs at that point. The client stopped me and informed me that food was for “her staff only” – when there were less than ten people left.

Really? You’ve got tens of trays of food left over, and you’d rather throw it away than let me have a plate?

Fine. I’ll just buy food on the way home. But since I supplied all my own meals AND stayed two nights – that’s 2x $50 per diem. A $100 a**hole tax that you would’ve avoided with a single plate of food that you already paid for.

It took a lot of self-control to put ‘per diem’ and not ‘a**hole tax’ on the invoice.

4. Taxed For Child Support

From Redditor /u/lelied

This is a story about my mother and the a**hole who donated genetic material for my brother and me. They broke up before my younger brother was born, and my mother had to take him to court when he refused to pay child support. He asked for paternity tests, continuations, and delays to the proceedings. There was no doubt about paternity. This asshole’s strategy was that for each month of delay before child support was ordered, he would owe less money. Court orders wouldn’t be backdated. The child support suit had already been in process while my mother was pregnant, seeking support for me.

Which led to my mother standing in family court three days after giving birth to my brother, alternately waiting through other people’s court appearances and going out to the hall to nurse her brand new son. Our father did not show up, and his lawyer requested a continuance (another court date sometime in the future, probably a month or two out).

Mother: “I would rather not have a continuance, your honor.”

Judge: “Well, we’ll have to get a continuance anyway in order to correct this paperwork. [My brother’s name]’s birth date is incorrect. This date would mean that he is three days old.”

Mother: “No, that’s accurate.”

Judge: “What?” (Knowing that it’s hard for a nursing baby that young to be away from its food source.) “Where is he?”

Mother: “Out in the hall with his grandmother.” (According to her, my brother’s crying could be overheard even inside the courtroom.)

Judge, taking a second to gather her thoughts: “Let me get this straight. You gave birth three days ago and showed up. And he couldn’t make it to court for no specific reason? He has also failed to submit income statements.”

The lawyer tried to make an excuse, but there really wasn’t a good reason. My father was just being an a**hole.

Judge: “Okay. What do you estimate his income to be?”

Mother: “I know he earns $6,000 per month normally. I also believe that he acted as a real estate agent in the sale of a home that will get him $50,000 in commission.”

Judge: “In that case, I am ordering that he shall pay $10,000 per month in child support until such time that he shows up in court with income statements that support a different decision.”

My father called my mother to reach a settlement for child support within the hour. He also showed up punctually to every subsequent court date dealing with custody and the other complications of reproducing with an a**hole. He was forced to pay that first month’s $10,000 following the judge’s order, though.

5. Taxed For Being Unnecessarily Rude

From Redditor u/Clickity_clickit:

I was shopping for a new car (which one’s me?) a few years ago. I found one online that was selling for $800.

So I go and check the car out with my mechanic buddy. I’m not expecting much, truth be told. An $800 car is, well, an $800 car. I am surprised, however, to find that the $800 car is in pretty good condition. So I ask the seller why it’s $800.

“I think there’s a transmission problem,” he says. “$2000 fix or more.” So we take it for a test drive. The car keeps jerking when accelerating. I’m thinking that this could be any number of problems, but afterwards, my mechanic buddy lets me know that he thinks it’s something far more trivial than a transmission problem. A ten-minute fix, maybe.

I don’t want to be dishonest…, so I say:

“Hey, I don’t think it’s as bad as you think. I would hate to buy this for such a low price if the problem is more minor than that. Would you mind if my buddy who’s a mechanic here takes a look? If it ends up being the transmission or worse, you’ve got yourself a deal for $800. If it’s something minor, you can up the price because I don’t wanna cheat you.”

The dude explodes. “It’s a f*cking $800 car, either you deal with it or you don’t! It’s AS-IS, do you know what that means, you ***** b*tch? Either you buy the f*cking car or you don’t!”

So I do. I pay him $800 in cash and my mechanic buddy pops the hood. He takes off the distributor cap, cleans it, replaces it right then and there. “There you go,” he says loudly. “That should fix it. Wow, that transmission looks almost brand-new. I tell you, buying this car for $800 is practically [wild]. You could probably resell this right now for 3 grand.”

“Wow,” I said, just as loudly. “You know, I could have paid 3 grand for this car if I knew the fix was that easy.”

The seller is standing there, the $800 still in-hand, watching. he interrupts. “Hang on a second–”

Before he could even say another word, I closed the hood and unlocked the doors. “Thanks for the car.”

“You f*cking cheated me! You’re not getting this for only $800–” I’m not sure where he was going with this. Did he expect me to pay him more money now?

Of course not. I opened the driver’s side door and got in, rolling down the window. Before I drove off, I smiled at him. “Either you deal with it or you don’t. It’s AS-IS, do you know what that means, you ***** b*tch?”

And I drove away.

6. Taxed For Being An Impolite Customer

From Redditor /u/who-i-am69

I work at a famous chicken chain that is known for our politeness. At my store we offer free meals to police officers in uniform who eat in the restaurant.

My coworker greeted this customer and asked for his order. He promptly showed what an a** he was by berating her for having to wait in line for all of two minutes. He did it so loudly that three officers eating lunch heard him. He used very foul language and took 4 minutes to do so before placing his order. Strike one for him.

He next showed his a** by camping out in a both and making a mess that I only expect from large families with multiple small children. This included throwing his trash on the floor in plain view of the officers. Strike two.

He then went to his car and started throwing what seemed like an ocean of old fast food wrappers and cigarette buts out of his car into the parking lot. This was strike three for him as this was littering.

All three officers went out and made him clean up his mess and wrote him a ticket. Where I live littering carries a $500 fine and if he contested it the judge could tack on up to 60 hours of community service.

So this guy ended up paying $508 for his lunch.

7. Taxed For Lying On Uber

From Redditor /u/Pr0genator

Went on a cruise with the wife and kids last year. On the way back because the airport we flew out of is 40 miles from the cruise ship we got an Uber. The driver had less than 10 rides under his belt. Driver called me so we could find each other, cruise ship pickup is a zoo. I noticed he was driving a different car than the one listed on his profile, but I knew he was my driver (same name and picture and phone). In hindsight should have raised a red flag but I was just glad to get out of there.

The ride was fine, we all chatted on the ride about plans for the day, normal experience and we made our flight as expected. Fare was $80 and I tipped the guy $35, I thought things were good.

When we landed later that day I had a surprise waiting for me. I was fined $80. Total cost for my ride was $195 now. The driver claimed that my kid had urinated in the back seat- pictures of a big wet spot included. I carried my son ( 5 year old at the time, has been potty trained for 3.5 years) on my shoulders through the airport and I know that he was dry. We don’t give the kids any drinks in the car so I was confident we did not make the mess. I tried to dispute the charge for cleanup as I know we were all dry when we got out and spilled nothing. Uber responded that they had to believe the drivers and were closing my dispute.

That is when I started looking through all the menus on the Uber app trying to figure out a way to appeal this mess and I found that you could report a problem with a ride- one of the issues you can report is the driver using a different car! I reported it not expecting much, felt like I was just pushing buttons.

Next day they refunded the cost of the ride ($80 + 35) because of the different car – I never had any more issues from them on this.

8. Taxed For Yelling

From Redditor /u/thatlittledottie

Okay, I work at a small coffee shop next door to a university faculty. There is a young woman who is a regular at our shop. She is a student (I think doing postgrad, but not sure), but she is also an emerging artist (she has been on three exhibits around town and our coffee shop has two of her works) and she is also a tutor at the university. Since we are next door to the faculty we offer student and faculty discounts and we have a loyalty card system (basically you collect 8 stamps and you get a free drink). You also get 15 cents off your drink if you use a reusable cup.

Now, because she is a student but also staff, she has a card issued by the university that gives her extra stuff or discounts in selected shops. This means that when she presents her faculty card in our coffee shops on Mondays she gets a free pastry (croissant or something like that). A few times she hasn’t been in the mood for the pastry and has asked someone in the line if they would like her free pastry. I still hadn’t seen ANYONE refuse because, well, it’s free food!

So she came in today as usual, and asks for her usual. Since it’s Monday I ask her if she wants her pastry, and she says no, then turns around to this man standing behind her on the line. He was on his phone, so she very politely says: “Excuse me, sir, would you—”

The man looked up at her, eyed her up and down, and said very loudly. “If you don’t have f*cking money for a coffee don’t go to a coffee shop and expect someone else to pay for you! Students these days are so entitled, they expect everyone around them to pay for their sh*t!”

He’s going off, but my regular (who hasn’t batted an eye this whole time), ignores him, and asks the lady behind him if she would like a free croissant as she is getting one but won’t eat it. Of course the lady accepts! The asshole’s face was priceless.

He tried convincing me to give him a free croissant after my regular had already left. I said no and charged him the extra 15 cents on top of it all because he didn’t bring a reusable cup

9. Taxed For Ringing The Bell

From Redditor /u/CrazyCoKids

I’m working in a sandwich place…

A little bit of backstory: There’s one of those cheap bells on our counter because sometimes if there’s only one or two people (And we’re both in the back doing something like the dishes or prepwork where we can’t see the camera) and we don’t see the customer walk up, they can ring it.

Now there’s only one of us working here right now. And literally 14 people (I counted) walked in all wanting sandwiches at Senior Citizen Dinner Hours. The last one walks up and orders four sandwiches. I tell him to wait for a bit so I can ring up the three people in front of him, since he’s going to make them wait. Dude’s all “no biggie”. So I ring them up, and now I’m getting to making his four sandwiches. Apparently, he’s shopping for the Bumstead family since he wants everything on all four of them, so I’ll refer to him as “Mr. Bumstead”.

Then comes Mister F*ckerson. I’ll refer to him as MF.

I glance him walking up and tell him “I’ll be with you in a moment, sir” to let him know I saw him.

Now, at this time, I’ve kept Mr. Bumstead here waiting long enough, and I’m wrapping up the last one of his two-pound subs, MF dings the bell again and says, “Service please!”

I tell him “I’ll be with you in a moment sir, I’m helping a customer here right now.”

Right as I start punching in Mr. Bumstead’s order, MF rings the bell again. At this point, Mr. Bumstead even looks over and says “He said he’ll be right with you” before I can reflexively tell him “I’ll be with you in a minute – I’m the only one here right now.”

So as I’m punching in all the sandwiches, MF doesnt’ get the message, and starts hammering the bell.

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

At this time I look away, make eye contact with Mr. F*ckerson and tell him “Sir, I’m the only one working here right now, please be patient.”

Mr. F*ckerson stops trying to spell out words in morse code with the bell. For maybe… ten seconds. while I’m running over all the items for Mr. Bumstead’s order (Because he wanted to add multiple bags of chips, multiple cookies, and multiple bottled drinks), I hear….

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

Mr. Bumstead gets to him first and tells him “Buddy! STOP! He’s the only one here and there was just a massive line!”

He stops, and right as Mr. Bumstead hands me the cash to pay…

DING DING DING DING DING DING

MF says “Service please!

OH. MY. GOD.

I bite my lip to try and keep from telling Mr. F*ckerson to get out, while Mr. Bumstead shoots DAGGERS at this guy as he gets his change.

So I go to wash my hands because I just touched cash and I touched the register – because food safety is important. Right as I’m goign to get my gloves on

DING DING DING DING DING

Mr. Bumstead is getting his stuff out of the cooler at this point and he is about ready to take to [hit] MF…with a bottle of Fanta. MF says “Finally! I’ve been waiting for half an hour!” (no you were not.)

I put on my best poker face and tell him “Sorry for the wait, I’m the only one here right now.” and then MF starts ordering his food.

Now, for the compliance and the a**hole tax.

MF says he wants a turkey sub. After I put on the turkey, he says, in the single most snooty tone of voice possible, “Oh, I want HAM on that too.”

I tell him “This will be an additional charge is that okay?”

MF says “Yes. And I want roast beef on that too.”

I ask if he wants the club (as it is turkey, roast beef, and ham) but he says “NO. I want a turkey sub, add roast beef, add ham.”

Oh I see what he’s doing.

…he’s trying to do that thing where you add extra meats to a sandwich to try and get the price of the ‘base’ sandwich because “it’s cheaper”. (spoiler alert: It’s not.) Inside my head I start smiling like a cheshire cat. So we get to the register, and his sub now costs almost $7.50 for the turkey… and an extra $3.00 to put ham on it and an extra $3.00 for Roast Beef.

Ordinarily I would ring it up as a club, but since this guy showed immense douchebaggery, I rang it up exactly the way he said he wanted it to be rung up. Sure enough he’s all “Wow that’s expensive” and I hand him the receipt. He reads it over… I have rung it up Exactly as he ordered.

MF then leaves, probably wanting to tell that person who told him that “lifehack” that they’re full of sh*t.

I go to the back and check my eyes for any popped vessels.

10. Taxed For Acting Dismissive About Turkeys

From Redditor /u/broccoflowers

For some background, I work at a neighborhood supermarket…, and being the week before thanksgiving, we have some special and particularly good sales going on. The relevant sales being:

Spend $50 and get a turkey at $0.29 per pound (regular price is $1.79 per pound so a $1.50 discount per pound)

Spend $100 and get a turkey for free ($1.79 discount per pound)

Enter Karen. She’s buying two turkeys among other groceries but one of the turkeys is missing it’s price label (the label is necessary for the discounts to apply because it triggers when the proper barcode is scanned). I tell her that she can’t take the turkey without the label and I offer to go to the back and get a new one that has one.

Upon returning, she is visibly peeved and says she can’t trust that I’m not overcharging her with a fake label, says there’s no way that turkey is 15 pounds because the other one in her cart is also 15 pounds and way bigger. I explain that the turkeys come pre-weighed and pre-priced from the warehouse and we have no way of printing the special labels in store, and furthermore I can weigh it on the register scale but will still have to scan the barcode for the price for the discount, not do a manual price input. She loudly exclaims she’s can’t trust me and demands I weigh it and do a price per pound. I put it on the scale and show her that it reads 15.43 pounds (the label had it at 15.23 pounds) at which point she scoffs but doesn’t say anything.

I start to ring up her groceries and after about $48 worth, she tells me to stop, she wants to split payment between cards. I explain that she needs to reach $50 to get the discount on a turkey and I can split the payment at the end if needed. She yells at me to stop trying to rip her off, she knows the turkey is free if she spends $100. I try to tell her that she has two turkeys and the discount can only trigger once per transaction and that getting two turkeys at a $1.50 off is better than one turkey for free but she’s having none of it and says in increasing volume “I heard you, I heard you, I HEARD YOU, let me ducking pay”

Deciding not to help her anymore, I let her pay then ring up the rest of her cart, charging the one turkey she made a fuss about by weight ($0.36 higher than the label price), which ended up being about $104 after $28 dollars off for the free turkey. In total she spent $152 on groceries and two turkeys when she could have spent about $130 if she were just a bit less rude and dismissive.

11. Taxed For Being Rude At A Car Dealership

From Redditor /u/Cheesegratersuicide

I used to work in sales at a car dealership, and my coworker had the pleasure of meeting this couple. They walk in, coworker greets them, and right off the bat the boyfriend is rude. They are looking for a new car for her, and he is there to make sure she doesn’t get ripped off. They look at a few cars and eventually settle on one she likes. Everything is going alright, and she has a trade-in vehicle that needs to get appraised. The boyfriend says that they won’t take anything less than $5000 for it.

Manager inspects and drives the trade-in, then sends my coworker over with the paperwork and numbers for everything.

“Good news guys! The numbers came back great, your car is actually worth more than you thought and we can offer you $7000 for the trade-in. Here is the cost of the new car, minus the value of your trade in and-”

Boyfriend stops him right there and says “This is bull” he looks at his girlfriend and goes “This place is ripping you off! There is no way that car is worth $7000, they are doing something shady – we shouldn’t accept this deal.”

My co-worker has no idea how to respond to this, so he just sits there bewildered while these two are getting ready to walk out. The manager sees them getting up and comes to take a turn. Boyfriend tells the manager that they are leaving because they’re getting ripped off, explains that there is no way in hell that car was worth $7000, and that he doesn’t trust the dealership anymore.

My manager is clearly surprised but handled it like a champ. He said “May I see the numbers we gave you? There may be a mistake.” He looks over the paper briefly and said “Oh! I apologize for the miscommunication, this trade value was for another unit I was appraising.” (It wasn’t). “The actual value of the car is $4750, but if we can make a deal today, I’ll go ahead and bump it up to $5000 for the sake of making you happy.”

Moron boyfriend decides this is a great deal now, and they end up purchasing the car, for $2000 more than before.

We laughed about this for the next couple years until I left the business.

12. Taxed For Acting Rude About Business Cards

From Redditor /u/strangedaysind33d

I work at a print shop where business cards are produced in a way that happens to leave the customers with a few extra cards in their orders. The cards are boxed in small, business card-sized boxes, but because different cards are printed on different paper stocks with varying thicknesses, not all stacks of, say, 500 cards take up the same amount of space in a 500-count box.

A customer came in to pick up her order of business cards. She opened the box to inspect them and noticed that there was extra space in the box. She quickly concluded that we must be trying to rip her off. My coworker who was taking the payment attempted to explain that all the cards were there and the box just wasn’t a perfect fit, but the customer insisted that my coworker count the cards in front of her.

So my coworker suppressed a sigh, counted the cards one by one and found that there were 520 cards. She apologized for the ‘error’ and removed the extra 20. Speechless, the customer paid for her cards and left.

13. Taxed For Yelling At A Retail Employee

From Redditor /u/iaendn

I was working the registers at my job and ringing up a customer for a $450 USD desk. At the time we had a 40% off all furniture sale going on for members. I was about to tell him about the sale but my coworker who brought his furniture up shook his head and I stayed quiet letting him pay $450 instead of $270.

As he was paying he started telling me how much he hates our store and how our machines ask too many questions and it’s my fault his credit card wouldn’t run as debit and just being a giant b*tch. I hand him his receipt and he looks at it and then me and walks away so I give it to my coworker who’s going to load the desk in his car. Before the customer makes it to the door he turns around and says “REALLY? You’re not even gonna tell me to have a nice f*cking day? Nice f*cking manners you have where is your manager you’re a f*cking b*tch” and just b*tching me out for literally no reason and had to be physically removed from the store because he wouldn’t stop yelling at me.

Anyway my coworker was right to tell me to not give him a 40% discount on his $450 purchase and being a giant f*cing a**hole cost him $180 that day.

14. Taxed For Interrupting Rudely

From Redditor /u/littlewolf3

I’ll keep this short and sweet. I’ve a cashier…This lady comes in and asks for some cookies.

Me: Sure what kind? Lady: I want 3 chocolate chip, 3 candy, and 3 lemon.

Me: I had started ringing in the cookies as she said them. Would you like to make those 4 pac…

Lady: NO I DON’T WANT ANYTHING ELSE! Do you not know how to ring in cookies?

Me: Okay, sorry about that. finishes cashing her out with a smile on my face and gives her the cookies Have a wonderful day!

Lady: Rolls her eyes and walks out.

If she would have let me finish she would have known we sell cookies by the 1 or by the 4. A 4 pack of cookies is $0.65 CHEAPER than 3 individual cookies. So she paid $1.95 more for less cookies. Hope she dropped them.

15. Taxed For Cutting Bonus For No Reason

From Redditor /u/frfksake

I used to work for a large multinational, in a one man department. The company was responsible for delivering the largest project that country’s national resources company had to offer. This is billions in revenues and 10s of millions of dollars of profit every year.

My department was created for me. I want required in the project but the project manager knew me from before and just wanted to keep me in the team, so he created this department and position.

Fast forward 3.5 years. The project manager is now retiring and so is his deputy. His deputy is the one who handles all commercial negotiations. Before the project manager leaves and new one comes in, he nominated me as the deputy project manager. Enter the new project manager or as I like to call him, spineless racist bastard (SRB).

The guy hated decisions. He was running a project with thousands of personnel and he would go weeks without a single decision. Every question from the 27 department heads would be sent to some committee for deliberations and demise. One by one the department heads started avoiding him and coming to me for decisions. I had a very tough time balancing progress with perceived sabotage. I would usually suggest the decision to SRB before he would announce it and take the credit. Thinks were moving and I was only interested in doing a great job at my new position and make record profits for the company.

A year working with SRB, it’s time for my first appraisal. The appraisal goes as planned, exceeded expectations, numbers were up, nothing to complain. This meant I would get my annual bonus and a measly salary increment.

Once the project manager appraises his reports, they do the same with theirs. Except that I see that one of my reports had his appraisal done before I talked to him. Apparently SRB had done his appraisal without me in the loop. Confused, I approached SRB about this and he wouldn’t talk about it. He would start talking tangentially as soon as I asked a pointed question. Ultimately I ran out of patience and time.

I went to HR and asked if this was usual, I am pretty sure it wasn’t. Not only did HR confirm this to be the first they had ever heard of this, they started connecting the dots for me. Apparently my direct report and SRB hail from the same county in a kingdom which is anything but united. I knew they were countrymen but they were actually neighbors. Apparently, SRB has been talking around that my nationality should not be allowed to handle so much money and power. That it was their types’ God given right to rule over us. This referred to my origin country being exploited by his country in the past.

This pissed me off but it was all hearsay at this time. However, a couple of weeks passed by and I was notified by HR that based on my performance, I will not get a raise this year and will only get 25 percent of my bonus. I was enraged and went to SRB to understand what happened. He wasn’t there. I went to HR. They have worked with me for 5 plus years now, so they know me and trust me. They reveal that SRB had made a decision to move 24k of what I would have received over to my report and thus the appraisal rating and follow-up monetary decision.

Given this, I was very furious and I called up SRBs boss in a different continent. To her credit, she gave me her ear and then said she will talk to him about this and call me back, she never did. But next day SRB calls me and says that I should have talked to him first before calling the boss. He also implies that he had full authority over this decision and his boss couldn’t do anything because she was too busy. As soon as he said this, I said that I quit and won’t be coming in again. I put in my papers immediately and wrote in that I would pay in for my notice period if need be. I also left the company phone and laptop at the desk and drove out. Next day morning, I left the country.

When I left, we were in the middle of negotiating a contract variation that would have given us 2.5 million dollars extra that year, pure profits. All discussions were done and it only needed the client’s signature. Since we were very sure of it, it was reported in our numbers as well.

Fast forward 3 months, I get a call from SRBs boss begging me to come back. Apparently they fired SRB due to missing profits as the client did not sign the variation order which was time sensitive. They wanted me to come back as deputy PM. I told her that I will call her back and never did.

16. Taxed For The Zucchini

From Twitter user @bj_swanny

When I worked at Hyvee, a guy brought up the biggest d*mn zucchini I’d ever seen. Rang it up as a cucumber for 88 cents each.

“Are you a f***ing idiot?! That’s a zucchini, you f***ing moron”

Apologize, and switch it to a zucchini, which are by the pound, coming out to $7.42.

17. Taxed For Leaving Cart In The Parking Lot

From Redditor /u/pug_nuts

I was getting back into my car when the woman parked diagonal to me pushed her cart into the middle of our four cars and got back into her car to leave, despite being merely 30 feet from the corral.

She left a $6 block of butter in her cart, which she’d have noticed if she wasn’t an a**hole who leaves carts in the parking lot.

I am currently using my free butter to make fancy grilled cheese sandwiches, which some people might prefer to call melts.

Yes, I brought the cart over to the corral.

18. Taxed For Being A Terrible Neighbor

From Redditor /u/beef_weezle

This is the condensed version of a much longer story…

Some years ago, when I was 23, I bought my first house. It was a small townhome in a neighborhood of other townhomes. About six months after I moved in, my next door neighbor (who’s house was physically joined to mine) moved away and sold his unit to some parents who bought it for their college-age son (they were from the other side of the state and there was a college branch campus just down the road). Several things quickly became apparent (we’ll call the son “Greg”):

Greg had zero life skills because his parents were terrible

Greg was dumber than a bag of hammers and wasn’t going to graduate college

Greg had no common sense and even less consideration for other people

I got along with Greg, but in his first semester of school, he managed to get the cops called out to his unit six times because he had parties every night of the week. I kept asking him to just calm down a little bit but it never worked. One morning I came out to my year-old car to find the back bumper smashed. Greg’s sh*tty car had matching damage on the front. When confronted, he admitted that he was drunk and hit my car. Since he was my neighbor and I didn’t want to make waves, I stupidly got my car fixed using my own money because Greg promised to pay me back the $800 it cost to fix it. Spoiler alert, both Greg and his mother gave me the run around. I ended up calling his father who refused to give me his insurance info and told me “That’s why you have insurance” and hung up the phone. I was livid. I ended up calling my insurance carrier and they were able to look up Greg. Not only did Greg’s dad’s insurance totally pay out, but I later found out that Greg’s dad almost lost his job over it. As it turned out, his father was an adjuster for a major US insurance company when they got wind of what happened, they were pretty upset. But that’s not the revenge part.

Greg failed out of college three times and moved back across the state to live with his parents. His folks were too cheap to hire an actual real estate agent, so they put a hand-written sign in the front yard and had a local relative show the house. I had just gotten laid off from my job, so I had nothing but time. Every time I saw the relative’s car show up, I’d throw on ripped jeans, a stained wife beater, grab a Miller Highlife and a Marlboro Gold, and throw in a set of plastic redneck buck teeth. I’d walk outside and loudly ask the prospective buyer “Are you gonna be my new neighbor? [sip beer and scratch balls]”. If that didn’t elicit a reaction, I’d double down with something to the effect of “Would you like to see my…collection…?” The relative HATED me and the prospective buyer usually scurried away without looking at the house. They started getting crafty and tried to show the house at weird hours, hoping I wasn’t home, but I usually was and I loved surprising them.

After almost a year, they finally hired a real estate agent, and I did the same thing to her clients. She actually showed up at my door one day, almost in tears, with a plate of cookies begging me to stop. We ended up talking for awhile and I told her what happened. She lamented that the owners were the worst clients she had ever had and she just wanted to sell it and be done already. Out of respect for her, I quit and let her do her job.

They ended up selling the house 18 months later at a massive loss (not including their sh*tbag son’s student loans). Lol.

Edit: Miller Highlife not Highlight, although they look and taste the same: Delish

Edit 2: Some people have asked why the extreme measures after I got my car repairs taken care of. If it wasn’t totally obvious, Greg caused problems for well over a year and the car thing was the last straw. Most evenings involved blaring music through our shared wall until after midnight, or until one of the neighbors called the police. Underage college kids would stumble out of the house, make a bunch of noise (there was an access road behind the buildings with a giant hill behind that that noise would reflect off of), break beer bottles all over the street, clog the street with cars, vomit/piss everywhere, and drive home drunk. Several times my neighbor’s cars were the [hits] of hit and runs. There was a middle-aged divorce attorney that lived on the other side of Greg and they HATED each other. She would call the cops on him, he and his friends would retaliate by egging her house or keying her Acura, she would come to me and ask me to talk to him, I would talk to him and he would call her a b*tch and laugh about vandalizing her townhome. Again, this went on about 3-4 times a week. Rinse, lather, repeat. I was fed the f*ck up. Would I do it now? Probably not. I don’t have the time/energy anymore for stuff like this.

19. Taxed For Rudely Asking For Price Matching

From Redditor /u/LordZephirum

I work in an electronics chain of stores. We have a price matching policy and often price match other stores, 80 or so as long as it’s the same thing and it’s in stock.

So we have a high end gaming monitor on sale, it’s usually 699, on sale for 599.

Customer=C Me=me

C – “excuse me, I want to grab this monitor. But I’m not paying that price, I can get the same thing cheaper on amazon”

Me – “sure thing, we can price match amazon if it’s shipped and sold-”

C – (cutting me off) “yeah you’d better, I shop here all the time and you guys are always way over priced. I don’t get why you charge like 300 more for the same monitor”

Me – (I’ve grabbed the monitor and we’re at the register now, while talking I am pulling up to verify the price match) “yeah, anybody can sell on amazon-”

C – “y’all are greedy is what it is, now price match it I don’t have all day”

At this point I’ve had enough. I see that amazon has the monitor for 799. The way our system works if it’s a verified price we can change it without manager override. I pull it up on amazon and sure enough, it’s more expensive than we regularly sell it.

Me – “sir it looks like the price on amazon isn’t-”

C – “PRICE MATCH IT OR ILL GRAB YOUR MANAGER”

Me, putting on my best customer service face, – “of course”

I adjust it up to 799

Customer explodes, – “WHAT IS THIS, WHY DID THE PRICE GO UP?

I turn the screen around and show amazons price. He loses color in his face “well..can you bring it back down?”

Me – “you insisted without listening to me that I price match amazon. If you ask nice and apologize I’ll be happy to bring it to our sale price and we can go on with our days”

At this point he apologized and made some bs excuse about stressing and not getting enough sleep and blah blah blah, but after finding this thread I figured it was the best place to share this. I did end up bringing it down back to regular price after he calmed down, but some people are just too entitled and never check before they come in.

20. Taxed For Yelling At The Waitstaff

From Redditor /u/DweestMcHendo

This happened today, I work in a quaint wee pub/restaurant in Scotland, very family oriented kinda place so we make most of our cash-money on food although we do have a wide variety of drinks as well.

Here’s the cast: Dweest=Me WS=Wait Staff WOO=Waste Of Oxygen

The back shift started off pretty well, I work the bar so drink cheques are put through by the WS for table service, usually before meals are ordered. Pretty standard for most restaurants I’d imagine.

Now this table had been seated about 10 minutes before I started my shift and had ordered one round of drinks for 3 WOO’s. A bottle of Sauv Blanc and a glass each. (Keep in mind that Sauv is our house white wine and is by far the cheapest at £10.95 and every bottle of Sauv is the same.)

I’m almost a half hour into my shift and a cheque comes through for another bottle for their table, piece of piss, no problem. On the tray an oot the pass. Boom.

They order another bottle and 3 meals about 25 minutes later. By this point each WOO has had about a bottle of wine in about an hour. Still no issues until they order another bottle for the table just as their food arrives, WS1 takes it over;

WOO – “That’s no the wine we’ve been drinkin’, the wine we had looked much paler!” WS – “I’m really sorry about that, I’ll ask the bar to change it for you, bear with me.”

So WS bounces back with the bottle and asks for a change.

Dweest – “awright?” WS – “Naw, the lady said the wine they’ve been drinkin’ aw night didnae look like this, said it was paler.” Dweest – “I’ll have a look at their bill but it’s been the same bottle goin’ oot ti their table since they come in.” Sure enough it was the same bottle. (Also, they had the same bottle still sitting in a cooler at their feckin table!! Karen’s min!)

So WS takes a copy of their bill over and breaks it down. Are they happy? Do they understand? Do they feck! They’ve been drinking the paler wine the whole night!!! Or so they screech.

The paler wine is our Pinot Grigio which is about £17.95 a bottle. This isn’t uncommon for folks to try and get away with a pricier drink for free/cheaper by claiming that’s what they’ve “been drinking the whole time”, especially after a few scoops. What they seem to forget is they’re pished, I’m sober.

WS attempts to explain that the Sauv is ABSOLUTELY what they’ve been drinking the whole time they’ve been there.

WOO – “EXCUSE ME HEN BUT YER EMBARRASSING ME AN’ PUTTIN’ ME AFF MA FOOD SO JUST GET THE WINE THANK YOU” and throws her hand in the WS face.

The poor lassie came over to me at the bar, tears welling up in her eyes almost completely defeated after I’ve just watched all this (never heard what was said until after, but had a fair idea)

Dweest – “Nae. F*ckin.. Bo’er. Pass ‘at cheque” (No f*cking problem, pass that cheque)

I went back on to the till, changed every bottle of wine they’d ordered to the more expensive one since THEY were certain that that’s what they’d been drinking and ramped their bill up by, what we call in Scotland, a metric f*ck-tonne.

They ordered an extra bottle for after their meal and asked for the bill at the table, I told WS if there was any issues concerning the price to come and speak to me. All three WOO’s were boilin’ mad and came screeching over like their feet were made of polystyrene, but were made to pay since “that’s what they’d been drinking the WHOOOOOOLE time they’d been here” and even took the courtesy of showing them their previous bill again, reminding them of the money they’d have saved if they’d just remained civil and not berated my staff.

It’s the little things.

21. Taxed For Ruining A Vending Machine

From Redditor /u/KGB_cutony

My dad who works in a hospital in suburban area…

A guy came to his hospital to check on his mother. When the patient fell asleep, the guy ended up playing on his phone. Now the hospital is used to visitors plugging their appliances everywhere so they have very clear warning signs in the rooms saying simply those outlets are keeping people alive, don’t charge your phone with them. The guy complied, but his phone is still dying.

Genius as he is, he walked out of the room to look for outlets in the hallway. There wasn’t any, but he found a vending machine. So he UNPLUGGED that vending machine and started charging his phone. When he’s done, he just left them there.

The vending machine stored fresh packaged food.

The cleaning crew was pretty confused upon finding out all the food is spoiled, and that the machine is somehow unplugged. The supplier didn’t want to stomach the cost and called the police to check security cam, and there he is, playing Texas take’em on his phone, attached to a cable leading to the power outlet.

He ended up paying a hundred dollars worth of damages, and to think he could’ve just asked my dad. The charger in his office is free and works just as fine.

22. Taxed For Being A Rude Customer

From Redditor /u/suspiciouslyrobotic

My store sells scratch tickets, and one of the types of scratch tickets we sell has three very special prizes, where you can win 5000 NOK per month for 5 years, 10k per month for 10 years, or 20k per month for 20 years, each of these having a space of their own where you can win them.

Here’s a pic of what they look like. (Name translates to “Luck for Life”)

Yesterday, after a pretty busy day (Christmas rush, whoo), an old woman came up to me with one of them while I was working the register.

Cast: Me, UC (Uncooperative customer), AM (Assistant manager)

[UC walks up to me, handing me her used scratch ticket]

UC: I’d like to collect my prize.

Me: Of course, let me have a look at it!

[She hands me the ticket, and I scan it in]

Me: Ah, you won 50. Would you like to cash it out, or would you like a ne-

UC: No, I won the 5k per month.

Me: Uh, let me double-check…

[I check the card, seeing that the prize section of the square she won on says 50]

Me: Ah, well, you see, the way this ticket wo-

UC: No, I got two identical symbols. I’m getting 5000 per month.

Me, sighing: Listen, I can call the people we get our scratch tickets fro-

UC: I’m going to go cash out my price elsewhere. Maybe someone else actually know what they’re doing.

[UC takes the scratch ticket and leaves in a huff, and I go to fetch AM, explaining what just happened to her]

AM: You already scanned it in?

Me: Yeah.

AM: Well, that means she can’t cash it out anywhere else, because she’s already cashed it out here.

Me: So, what do we do about that?

[AM opens the register, pulls out a 50, and hands it to me]

AM: Congrats. You just won 50.