It’s hard to ever really anticipate how someone will react to a certain situation. But in these cases, there was absolutely no way of knowing how horribly these people would end up responding.
Here, people share the most ridiculously backwards thing they’ve witnessed someone get angry about.
1/25. A car touched, luckily driving slow, my mothers wheelchair, throwing her frail body to the ground. Driver exits, ignores mother, looks at car – “You are lucky that there are no scratches in the paint”.
2/25. My grandma fell on the curb in front of my house when she was getting out of her car and broke her hip. She was lying on the ground crying when she said a stranger passed, my gran asked her to just knock on our front door and the person just stared at her and kept walking and my gran waited an hour until my dad came out and found her. What kind of person just stares at a little 80 year woman crying on the ground?? Screw that person.
3/25. As I was leaving the grocery store one day, I see this elderly woman struggling with some heavy-looking bags of groceries. I walk over to her and ask if I can help her carry them to her car and she just looks back at me, eyes narrow, and yells “GET AWAY FROM ME, I DON’T NEED SOME YOUNG SELF-RIGHTEOUS MORON STEALING MY STUFF!”
I didn’t even know how to respond to that so I just shrugged and walked away.
4/25. I once parked my car on the street, completely legally, when visiting a friend. Some guy comes running out of the house yelling at me saying that was his parking spot. He had a large driveway that could easily park six cars, but here he is, yelling at me for parking on the street I was completely and totally morally and legally entitled to park on.
I pointed to the street signs saying it was ok to park, and he yelled, “I don’t care what the sign says you jerk, move your car or you will regret it!” I ignored his threat, and went to visit my friend.
It was a late night, and I came out about 3 am to drive home, only to discover that someone – wonder who? – had let the air out of all my tires. Luckily for me I own an air compressor, so I hooked it up to my car’s cigarette lighter and pumped the air back into my tires. It was pretty cold out, and not the greatest compressor in the world, so it was a miserable 20 minutes or so.
Once I was done, I returned the favour, letting the air out of all the tires in the four cars in his driveway as well as his boat trailer. I also superglued his mailbox closed. That made me feel better.
5/25. I was in the car with my grandma on a large four lane road in town. A car next to us side swiped us, pretty hard actually, so we pulled over to do the whole information exchange thing. The woman in the other car leaps out and starts screaming at my grandma saying, “you are the rudest person I’ve ever seen! You wouldn’t let me over! I had my blinker on!” I was completely taken aback. My grandma is the sweetest old lady and had either of us actually SEEN her blinker I know gram would let her over. But there was heavy traffic and her car was directly beside us! I dealt with the beast in the Camry and got her insurance. She ended by saying, “this isn’t my fault that woman should let people over.” I laughed, which took her aback. I said, “You’re 100% at fault here. And by the way, a blinker is NOT a yield sign even if we had seen it. Learn how to drive before you hurt or kill someone.” Then we left. I was pretty happy when gram told me her insurance had accepted liability and the agent told her something to the effect of “yes she yelled at us too.”
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6/25. My mom slipped and it looked like her ankle was broken. I got there to help, pulled my car into this driveway to back it up next to her on the street, and a man came out and yelled at us. My mom told him that I was her son and she called me to help, and he just kept yelling about how he saw us from his roof(?) and wondering what I was doing using his driveway. After that, we just decided to ignore him, since we had bigger problems to deal with. But, in my mind, I was just thinking “Why does it matter who I am or why I pulled into your driveway? You can see her on the ground, you can hear her screaming in pain, does it really matter right now? What the heck is wrong with you!?”
7/25. I used to work in a record store and during one of our busy moments of the day, a coworker started to have a seizure up by the cash registers. I immediately stop ringing up a customer to go help my coworker and try to figure out what to do. About 2 minutes into me helping my coworker (whom everyone could see was needing help) a customer asks if we could hurry up and check them out. I remarked that I’m sorry that I was busy helping someone that was having a seizure and they’d have to wait a couple minutes. Of course the customer gives me an angry, frustrated look and starts back talking. After I get the situation taken care of I go to check the customer out and all they were trying to buy was a CD for 25 cents. Upon the customer leaving they remarked that they would never come back because of the slow service.
8/25. For a while I worked at a gas station, and most of the time I had to sit in a small building and just watch what went on outside. I was doing a bit of paperwork one day when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. One customer was waving frantically to me, the pump hose in one hand (with no nozzle) and gas spraying EVERYWHERE. I slammed the emergency stop button, and alarms started going off everywhere. I ran outside with the absorption powder to try to get this massive spill under control, and at the same time, I was trying to explain to the people that were coming up to me why the pumps weren’t working. At this point I was a bit unconcerned with customer service. My number one priority was to get this dangerous spill under control.
The guy who broke the nozzle felt it was a good time to come up to me and tell me “I need a refund for all that gas.” You know, I understood that because the gasoline was shooting out onto the ground instead of his tank, he would eventually need his money back. But while the gasoline is still on the ground, and I’m desperately trying to clean it up so that nobody gets hurt—that it’s not the right time to demand a refund.
Fortunately my manager came out (he had to call the fire department and tell them not to come) and he dealt with this guy and all the people that felt the need to tell me that they were “in a hurry and when would the pumps come back on??”
9/25. Every year there’s a Greek festival, and all the people in the neighborhoods around there get a little pissy about it because of all the people parking… But some people take it further and actually put out obstructions, like chairs with orange tape between them, or cones, to block people from parking in front of their house…
The problem with this is that it’s public parking, so they’re really just being cry babies. Which is why I like to find some house close to the festival that’s done this… I get out of my car, throw the cones into the person’s yard and park right there. Screw em, I’m only going to be at the festival for as long as it takes to get food because it’s usually really hot.
One time some guy came out screaming at me about how I was breaking the law and he was going to call the cops and have me arrested and my car towed. I just looked at him and said “No, you won’t… because I haven’t broken any laws.” So I got my food all boxed up and I’m walking back to my ride enjoying the 5 gyro’s I bought (1 for now, 1 for later, 1 for later…later, one for my ex-wife, and one for her later) and I see a cop car blocking me in and another cop standing on the sidewalk with that guy berating him (story continued on the next page…).
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Cop had a very tolerant expression on his face, so I just walked up and said “Hey sorry officer, I got all my food and I’m ready to head out, I’ve got the family waiting for dinner (holding up the bags)… any way you could move the cruiser a few feet and I’ll be on my way, or are you gonna be busy for awhile yet?” The jerk from before eyes widen and he starts jabbering about how I’m the one, and telling the cop to arrest me now, impound my car… on and on… Cop looks at me, gives me a slight nod and says “Nope, I’m pretty much done here. How were the lines? I’m kinda hungry and the guys back at the station love gyro’s.” The guy is just gaping at us, so the cop says “Sir, if you don’t take care of this trash by the time I’m done moving my cruiser, I’ll have to cite you for littering. And don’t block off the street again.”
By the time I’m done loading up and pulling out (with a wave to the officer), the guy is dutifully picking up his cones and orange tape with a stunned expression on his face like reality just came crashing down.
10/25. I work in the same building as a gym on a fairly major intersection and we have an underground garage where we can park.
10:30 this morning: I hear, “There’s a dead guy in the stairwell facing the road.” I ask co-worker#1 for that to be repeated and, yeah, I heard correctly; there is a guy who appears to be dead in the stairwell facing the road.
Three seconds later and I hear co-worker #1 say, “Yeah, co-worker#2 took a picture of the guy around lunch-time yesterday and he has it on his computer. There’s stuff all over the stairwell. I went down and checked just now, the guy hasn’t moved from the position he was in in co-worker#2’s picture.”
As he’s describing this, he’s laughing. I hear co-worker#2 talking and laughing about it.
Naturally, I ask, “Okay, has anyone called 911?” Nope. A guy has been dead for approximately 24 hours and no one has done anything except take a picture and laugh about it. WHAT. Right now I’m thinking these guys are either pulling a prank or they are the pieces of crap I think they are right now.
I go outside to inspect the scene. I can smell it from around the corner of the building. It’s permeating through the garage and out the vents. It gets worse as I get closer. Finally I walk up to the stairwell and see a groggy-looking homeless guy sitting up and trying to get his bearings straight.
Still, my coworkers are terrible human beings. I mean, who does that??
11/25. I was standing at a crosswalk of a fairly busy street one day, next to a woman gabbing on a cellphone, and her little 3-4 year-old son toddling around. The woman wasn’t making any attempt to look at the kid, and wasn’t holding his hand.
The kid (probably bored by waiting) toddled right past me, jumped off the curb, and started walking into the street. As soon as I saw him leaping off the curb, I instinctively shouted “OH NO!”, sprang into action, and ran for him. I managed to grab him by the back of the shirt and yank him back to the curb before the SUV whizzed by at 40-50mph (obviously, they weren’t paying attention, either).
The boy starts sobbing, of course, because what little kid wouldn’t? It was scary. I spun around, and IMMEDIATELY, I’m met with his mom’s face as she proceeds to flip out, screaming about “How DARE I touch her son” and “How DARE I make him cry”.
I tried to argue and tell her that I just saved the kid’s life when he walked out into the road, but even after hearing that, she just kept calling me nasty names and screaming at me.
She may not have noticed me wresting her toddler from a fate of being vaporized into a fine kiddie paste, but, given the circumstances, shouldn’t she have at least given me the benefit of considering that I was telling the truth?
She wouldn’t stop screaming incoherent garbage at me (while still holding her phone near her face, mind you — heaven forbid she’d end the call), so eventually, I just shouted back that she should keep a better eye on her son and walked to another crosswalk 2 blocks down.
12/25. My friend got hit by a car at an intersection. The girl was speeding. After my friend literally flies over the car and lands on the pavement, the driver pulls over and starts to yell at my friend who got hit. She doesn’t even take out her phone to call 911 or anything, she just goes on about how “this is the second accident this month! Why weren’t you looking? Do you know how much this will cost me??”
I was thinking “WTF lady? You just hit my friend with your car, shut up!”
13/25. When I was 21, I got my first “big kid” job, so I decided to buy myself a new (used) car since my clunker was awful. I got a beautiful Pontiac G6, I loved it. Exactly 3 weeks after I bought it, I had to go back to the dealership to sign some paperwork so I could lower my car payment, my mom came with me. I was driving back home, going about 35 mph, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, and this old man in a Chevy Avalanche, about 80 years old, pulled out of a parking lot right in front of me (story continued on the next page…).
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Had he floored it, I would have barely missed him, if I slammed on my brakes. However he STOPPED to make sure nobody was coming from the other direction. I slam on my brakes, blare my horn, then T-bone his truck. The front end of my car was barely there, fluids leaking all over, air bags all in my face, my mom and I both got hurt, and this jerk decides to get out of his truck and start screaming at me, asking me why I hit his car, what is wrong with me, etc. He kept physically coming toward me, swearing at me, screaming, even when the cop came. Finally after 10 minutes of screaming he asked if we were ok, to which my mother went off on him, that we weren’t ok, and he had no right being on the road. Come to find out he hadn’t had a valid license for a few years. Seriously though, how did he think that I hit him on purpose?
14/25. I head out for what I hope will be peaceful walk with my dog (a lab mix) at the end of the day. She’s on a leash in the middle of the street. A full grown German Shepard comes tearing out a yard without warning and grabs my dog by the neck starting to shake her as dogs do in a dog fight. My dog is not a fighter and just takes it. I begin kicking the German Shepard to get it to let go but it’s not having much effect. My dog starts to whimper and I see later it’s because the dog has bitten through her ear and it’s torn. I increase the strength of my kicks and succeed in kicking the German Shepard away from my dog who then runs back in its yard. The owner comes up to me and yells at me angrily for kicking her dog. No apology. I was only wearing sneakers and her dog is unharmed. I say, “You have to be kidding me.” She turns away, calling me a jerk and begins screaming at the top of her lungs at her daughter. My wife tells me this dog may have bitten another walker. Cops get involved. Unbelievable.
15/25. I was getting off the freeway and was on the exit ramp. There was a lot of traffic, we were bumper to bumper and barely moving. The guy behind me, happily chatting away on his cell phone, slams into the back of my car going about 75 MPH. The car crumpled so badly that the contents of my trunk were on the dash board.
I’m 17 years old, this is my first accident, and I’m nervous and stressed (also, my car is totalled). The guy, probably in his late 30s or early 40s, comes over to my window and starts screaming at me. He asks me why I was going so slow on the freeway. We were well onto the exit ramp, heading off into a residential neighborhood with a 45 MPH speed limit.
He was found at fault and had to pay for me to get another car.
16/25. On my wife’s 30th birthday, my Mother sent her a Happy Birthday e-card in the morning. About an hour later my wife finds out her grandmother had passed away. She, of course, wasn’t in the best of moods after that, so decided just to be alone for a couple of hours.
Meanwhile, my Mother composed a e-mail to my wife several pages long going on about how rude my wife was for not thanking her for the e-card and how she’s always been ungrateful and uncaring towards her.
My wife called her and calmly informed my Mom of why she hadn’t replied to her e-card the very instant she got it, and my Mom decides to get angry at me for not calling her right away to tell her not to get angry at my wife.
When my Mom confronted me about it I only said “If you don’t want to put your foot in your mouth, don’t open it.”
17/25. My dad’s friend bought an old hunting cabin in Colorado and we helped renovate it into something liveable. When we started out was just one room with planks for walls, no insulation, and split pine trees for siding. Now it has a kitchen and bathroom and electricity and plumbing and insulation and looks brand new. What did the neighbor have to say about us fixing up that old eyesore?
“My house smells like saw dust.”
He said it was pollution and said he was going top call the cops on us for having a campfire in our metal fire pit. We had already made sure there wasn’t a burn ban but he was just one of those jerks that hate you just for existing.
18/25. A few years back, I was working for Gottschalk’s before they closed. I worked in the back side of the store, in the Children’s Section and Intimate Apparel. Once I was next to my register, organizing panties or something, when a woman walks up and asks me to ring her up. I walk over and begin scanning her items when her son wanders off towards the expensive leather jackets in the women’s section on the other side of my register.
The woman is paying absolutely ZERO attention to her son, even has her back to him. As I am still ringing up her massive amount of items, her son climbs up into the middle of the coat rack. He grabs on to the metal bars on top, and begins swinging back and forth screaming ‘IMMA CHIMPANZEE IMMA CHIMP…’
Of course, the rack tumbles over on it’s side… causing a freaking chain reaction that sends ALL of the coat racks crashing to the ground.
I run over, pull her son out of the middle of the collapsed rack, make sure he’s okay, and attempt to get the FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS EACH coats off the ground.
The lady (still at the register, she didn’t even bother checking to see if her kid was okay) suddenly shouts “EXCUSE ME. YOU WANNA FINISH RINGING UP MY ITEMS?’
Flabbergasted, I stare at her in shock, the carnage of her son’s exploits all over the ground behind me.
And then yeah. I rang that jerk up. FML.
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19/25. A few years ago the tiny little woman who lives across the street was in her front yard when the neighbors dog got loose (this dog was vicious). The dog attacks the tiny woman. We were in the living room with the windows open and heard here scream. Grabbed a bat and ran for the door, as soon as we opened it our dog ran out and went after the other dog (she was part pit and was rescued from someone who was using her to fight). She grabbed the other dog by the neck and held him down, just looking at us like (please let me kill it).
All hell broke loose. The poor woman was paralyzed with fear and bleeding everywhere, her husband ran out of the house to pick her up and the neighbor came out with a shotgun to kill our dog for attacking his “baby.” By the time the cops got there our dog was still holding the other dog down waiting for the word to off him. The jerks never even apologized for having let his dog loose or for what happened to that poor woman, just indignant that his dog lost the fight. We called her name and she let him go and went back into the house.
20/25. My dad was going about his usual routine of walking the dog in the alley. He always lets the dog off the leash to run around for a bit while they walk and when he’s ready to go back he puts the leash back on. One day, he bent down to put the leash on his dog and apparently something caught the dog’s eye so he took off. This resulted in the dog running to the end of the alley and into the road, eventually being hit by a car. The dog died on impact and lay in the middle of the road. As my dad tried to get traffic to stop, or slow, or change lanes so he could go collect his dead dog, he was met with a chorus of horn blows and obscenities screamed from car windows. One guy even went as far as pulling up next to him and slowing down specifically so he could flip him off.
I can’t imagine my day being burdened so, by having to slow down and lose 30 seconds out of my day so a guy could collect his dead dog out of the road…
21/25. When I was a kid, I whacked my elbow on a door handle. I was maybe nine, and I was screaming in pain, tears running down my face, sobbing, the whole Steven Spielberg.
One of my parents’ lifelong friends grabbed -physically restrained- everybody who tried to comfort me, saying, “Oh, he’s hit his funny bone, he’ll be laughing in a minute.” It felt like forever, but I guess it was five, maybe ten minutes? I’m curled up in the fetal position, holding the elbow and screaming, and I still remember seeing her grab people’s arms to pull them back when they reached towards me.
1) On that door handle, there was no way I could have hit my “funny bone” without warping the space-time continuum.
2) Who the hell has ever laughed from a shot on that exposed nerve? Anyone?
3) How long can an allegedly normal human being listen to a child scream, and not only decline to help, but actively stop others from helping?
And, no, the laughing part never happened.
22/25. I worked at a small food stand-like place once in Disney World. We closed at 3 everyday after lunch, and were RIGHT next to another food place that remained open.
Well this day, a man came up to our window at around 330 (we had already closed everything) and demanded food. I told him nicely that all of our kitchen had been closed, but theres a similar restaurant (literally like 15 yards away) that served the same items.
Well he freaked out, started screaming and complaining about the service in front of his children and a bunch of other kids. He even called one of my coworkers a moron. (I know he was fully aware of Disney’s policies, to never let anyone go unsatisfied. Maybe he’d get free stuff, right?) Well he did. Food and drinks.
As he was given this food, that came from the neighboring kitchen, I remember I gave him the most “what the heck is wrong with you?” look I had ever given… Even in risk of losing my job for not looking “Disney Happy” when around a guest.
The part that pissed me off most is that he acted like that in front of his children, and was rewarded. He didn’t even say thank you.
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23/25. I was managing a restaurant on a busy weekend when the tornado sirens went off and the radio told everyone to take cover immediately. My hosts ran to take cover and call their kids at home. Some jerk customer decides to start yelling at me to seat him immediately, that this was ridiculous, he didn’t need to take cover. A tornado did hit, about a mile away.
24/25. I was out walking my dog, because at the time she was cooped up a lot and I wanted to let her stretch her legs. We walked from our apartment complex to the neighborhood next door. My dog had already done her business and I, a responsible member of society, picked it up and threw it away.
While walking past a house, a woman runs out and starts yelling about getting her gun. I thought for sure I had misunderstood her, so I said, “What?” This causes her to run back inside and bring a large man out with her.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO MY WIFE?” he yelled. I told him, calmly, that she came out and yelled at me and I was trying to figure out why she was angry.
She begins to scream about how my dog (this is the first time I’d ever walked in this neighborhood) was crapping in her yard and she was going to shoot me if she caught it happening. I assured her that I had never been by her house and I was the only one walking the dog. I pointed out that we weren’t even slowing down near the house until she came out and threatened to shoot me.
But reasoning with morons doesn’t exactly work, so instead she kept screaming and her giant husband seemed to be getting more agitated, so I just started walking again and avoided their house on the way back out of the neighborhood.
That said, it did inspire a hobby. If my dog dropped a lot of poop, I’d pick it up like normal, put it in a plastic sack, and drive over to their house. If the lights were out and the cars were gone, I’d take the bag and empty it on the lawn, right where they’d likely step out of their car when they returned. I never saw it happen, but I always hoped it played out like I planned.
25/25. I was in Wal-Mart with my girlfriend a few months ago. We were looking at silverware in the kitchen section, and we parked our cart in one of the larger aisles since no one was around. We’re both in our early 20s. As we looked through the various utensils, a tall skinny blonde man who looks about 40 comes and stands near our cart.
I glance over at him for a split second, and he seems to be looking at the items on the shelf next to the cart. Then I look back to my girlfriend, and the man yells at us, “Did you seriously just LOOK at me, and NOT UNDERSTAND WHY I WAS STANDING HERE?” We both look up, and the man is glaring at us angrily. Neither of us know what the hell he is talking about, and kind of just stare back, dumbstruck. “MOVE YOUR CART.”
Girlfriend grabs the cart and stammers a quick, “ohokaysorry.” Guy glares at us and waltzes around the corner. Before he is out of earshot, girlfriend says, “geez, sorry,” rather quietly in my direction. The man whirls around and snaps “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, LADY?!”
“… um… geez, sorry?”
Angry man leaves in a huff. Girlfriend reduced to tears.