16 People Share Their Best 'I've Messed With The Wrong Person' Moment.

People on Reddit were asked: "What's your best 'I've messed with the wrong person' moment?" These are some of the best answers.



1/16 In 7th grade I grew from 5ft 2in to 5ft 9in within a span of 8 months. I went from being of average height to looking over the heads of 85% of my classmates. Never really got picked on, but now I had a sudden confidence that I could take on anyone that messed with me and I was, for the most part, correct.

One day my older brother (whom is seven years my senior, but only 5ft 8in) and I got into it and I finally physically stood up to him. I took a full fledged swing with all of my weight in it. Didn't phase him, he just got mad. He put me in a full Nelson, slammed me into the hallway wall face first, then proceeded to use his chin to dig it into my neck for near a minute. I was crying and almost passed out.

Right after my swing I distinctly remember thinking, "F*ck, he's going to murder me in our parents basement".

jackofalltrades723

2/16 My wife and I were at a punk show at a small venue downtown. It was kind of a weird lineup. There was a gutter punk band, a street punk band and an Irish folk/punk band playing. Kind of a strange mix of people. Anyway we're outside while I was smoking and watched as 4 gutter punk kids step out the door and spit right in the face of this... Irish guy who was just minding his own business. He shouts something like "What the f*ck!" and the gutter punks surround him.

People could see this was going to be bad so the crowd starts to step in to intercede when the Irish guy puts his fists up like he's a boxer from 1900. It looked almost ridiculous and I thought for sure this guy was going to have a bad night. Nope.

He lashed out and dropped one of the gutter punks in one hit before they closed on him. One of the remaining 3 got a solid punch into his face, bloodying his nose. The Irish guy returned the favor with a wicked punch to the stomach that dropped the kid to his knees. The remaining two [jerks] tried to grapple with the guy and one of them got thrown through the plate glass window to the venue. Police showed up and after questioning people in the crowd they arrested the 4 punks who started it and let the Irish guy go. Venue even let him back in despite the broken window.

The whole fight lasted maybe 5 or 10 seconds. This kind of short... guy showed me what a bad idea it can be to judge a book by its cover.

Tracerface

3/16 We're from Ireland, but now my brother lives in Boston with his fiance. I flew to Boston to visit for a couple of weeks, and we decided to go downtown one night to hit the bar scene. It was me, my brother and his fiance.

Anyways, we're standing in line when all of a sudden a guy pushes through us and takes a spot right in front of us. He was wearing a military uniform - Navy I think? Although I'm not 100% sure. My brother's fiance fell to the floor because of this guy, and all he did was look over his shoulder and snigger after he did it. Naturally, my brother confronted him but was met with various insults that was ended with something like "You see this uniform, guy? Yeah, f*ck off".

So yeah, it's an understatement to say that my brother has a sharp temper. After a few seconds, my brother stuck his boot into the side of the guys knee, which caused him to fall towards the floor like a sack of [poop]. As he was falling, he was caught with a serious right hook which in turn, knocked unconscious. I don't know what happened after that as we had to leave the area sharpish.

It proves you're not a [jerk] because you're wearing a fancy uniform.

KarmaHoldsYouBack

4/16 When I was 20, we were in a DCA drum corps for the summer, on our way to a show in PA or something. 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 a** right now. Get out of here"

That was the end of shooting straw paper.

SigKapEA752


5/16 It was my sophomore year of HS. I was walking across the parking lot after school, on the way to my friends car, when another students car comes hauling ass down one of the aisles and almost hits me. They start honking at me, like its my fault, so I flip them off and keep walking. They chased me down three or four aisles as I just keep casually walking across the lot. When the finally catch up to me, this [wild] motherf*cker I go to school with jumps out, ready to kill me. This is the guy in school who has been transferred like ten times because he gets kicked out of every school, deals drugs, gets suspended every other day for beating someone up, etc.

So, I bitch out, start apologizing, I don't want any part of this dude. I know the type of people you can and can't start shit with, and this guy is crazy as f*ck. Somehow, I talk myself out of the... beating I had coming and take off with my friends. What I didn't know was that this guy had been expelled that day, and that night, he shot a guy in the face and killed him at a party. Glad I didn't decide to be my usual smart... self that day.

BigAl265

6/16 I would like to preface this with the fact that up until this point I was an [jerk] and a bully. 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 him in Russian accent, making jokes about Russians and generally just being a little f*cking prick. Then one day he had enough. He picked a fight with me and I'd thought I would have easily one 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 that every one should get their [butt] kicked at least once in their life so they know this.

[deleted]

7/16 When I was 14, my brother (one of my long time 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 troubadors were 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.

ElevenAlpha

8/16 When I was younger, my family would go rafting with a couple other families down a very calm river. People would often bring some kind of squirt guns, and people would try and fire at people in other rafts. Everyone on the river did this.

Well, one time we were floating by a very large group (at least 40+). They had all their rafts tied together, which were all covered by towels. We thought, "Oh boy, we should get them! Look how many people there are! This will be epic!" Mind you, this is 9-year-old mentality. Then, we issued the first strike.

This is where things went wrong. They shouted, "I wouldn't do that!" We had heard this before; an opposing raft issuing mild threats to get us to not fire our Tinker Toys squirt guns. Hence, we continued. Another warning, "I really wouldn't do that!". The measly firing ensued. Then a loud, " You've really done it now!" And this is when I thought, "I messed with the wrong person".

Suddenly, the sound of a generator came across the river. The group of 40+ unveiled all of the towels, only to display they had a fire hose. The pressure from the fire hose was insurmountable, and could easily reach the other side of the river. Our entire group was heavily doused in a matter of seconds. Needless to say, the squirt gun game ended quickly.

a_very_nice_lad


9/16 My little brother and I pull into a parking lot and another car is coming at is 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 [dumby]' 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 [butts] off. Then I hit him for touching my horn.

kaliforniamike

10/16 Was working a NASA grant (SBIR) many years ago. Got paid, closed the grant, +2 frustrating and hassleful, would not do again.

Literally a year later, got a phone call from a NASA grant admin who wanted some more paperwork. I said I was done with the grant--go away. Admin said "well, I won't pay you until you complete this paperwork." Me: "You've already paid me."

Admin: "Huh. Well if you don't give me the paperwork--we'll pay you again." Thought about it for a moment, told him that the paperwork would be there in a few business days.

po8

11/16 So I'm biking home from school and I slip and fall in some mud. Not a terrible thing in and of itself, but a bunch of kids see and start laughing, saying stupid things like "hurr durr, I think I'll bike through the mud!" Whatever, I brush it off and bike home, thinking what's the worst that can happen, I'll never see those kids again.

What I had missed was that a kid I knew from my karate classes was one of those kids, and he took it upon himself to rub that moment in my face every time he could. I tried laughing it off at first, but eventually he took it so far that I had to tell him to f*ck off, which only spurred him on more, well into the realm of bullying.

Fast forward to karate class. Surprise sparring day, and by sheer chance, he and I are the first opponents. Obviously we both understand this is more than a friendly match. Ref starts us off, we each immediately deliver a resounding punch to the other's gut at exactly the same time. Then there's that moment of stillness, like in anime when the two swordsman clash, then one of them is cut completely in half. This time, however, it's this kid realizing that he can't breathe. He starts coughing, tries raising his arms above his head, but nothing works. Ref asks him if he's ok, but he can't even get a word out. All he can do is sit down with the other students.

I go on to win my next few matches. Suffice it to say this kid conveniently forgets about the mud incident.

divad91

12/16 I was a college freshman and had a bad week. It's no excuse for my behavior. I thought I was pretty tough as I've taken martial arts most of my life. There was a girl who played on the softball team and was much larger than me that I'd bumped into walking through. She said "Hey sorry man." I, like a confrontational idiot, said "Yeah you better be sorry bitch" she turned around and said "Excuse me?"

I responded by pushing her. She grabbed me by my collar and slammed me against the wall. At this point, the more rational part of my brain said I should apologize and walk away. but I wasn't rational and I broke free with a cheap shot kick to her chest. Time and time again I basically pounced at her to attack and she knocked me to the ground. Finally she pinned me and told me "Dude that's enough, calm down."

I finally relented but not after basically getting my [butt] kicked. She told me I was feisty thing (I'm 5'5" and was 140 lbs at the time. She was 5'9" 180 lbs) and my friend apologized that I was having a bad day and never act like that. The girl and I talked later that night and became decent friends. It was then I learned you can't take your bad attitude out on people because they may just give you an adjustment.

cassmtz


13/16 Senior year of high school, sitting in a pep rally. This guy starts making lewd remarks about one of the cheerleaders. Her boyfriend is sitting a couple rows in front of him and overhears. He turns around and tells the guy to knock it off. Guy tells him to mind his own business and keeps talking smack. A quick note about the boyfriend. We grew up going to the same school on the rough side of town. He wad a tall lanky guy, played basketball, and had been in a fair number of fights when we were kids.

Anyway, after the pep rally ends we're all filing out and as soon as we get outside the guy jumps the boyfriend from behind and starts wailing on him. The boyfriend turns around and lays the guy out quick, the guy's cousin jumps in and the boyfriend meets him and they start trading blows. Another of the guy's friends jumps in and the boyfriend is fighting off both of them. He lays the second guy out and is about to handle the third when one of the coaches grabs him from behind. Thinking it's just someone else attacking him, he spins around and decks the coach.

After that, everything just stopped. The boyfriend was a little bruised up, but the others were way worse off. The first one was still unconscious, the second one looked like he didn't know where he was and the third was still standing, but had blood pouring out of his nose and one eye was swelled shut. They definitely picked the wrong guy to mess with.

skeletorsleftlung

14/16 As an arrogant 14 year old, I was at skyzone, a recreational place with a lot of trampolines. I was in the dodgeball section and I told a twenty something man that was "the number one person on my people to get out list". This man was put on the other team and he was a very athletic man.

He proceeded to hurl these rubber dodgeballs at what seemed like the speed of sound as he eliminated my entire team three games in a row, saving me for last each game. Every time he got me alone he hit me in the dick in front of all my friends. I should not have messed with him.

DONT_PM_SH*T

15/16 I was outside of a bar, late in a night of drinking, on a friends last night in town. I was [very drunk]. Now, this bar has a door that doesn't close behind you, it was cold, and I was f*cking sick of people just leaving it f*cking open while they stood there and smoked.

Finally I snapped at some dude and I drunkenly go, "Hey man, there are only two kinds of people in this world...people who check to make sure a door is shut for the benefit of others, and [jerks] like you who just expect [it] to shut behind their entitled [self]."

Guy reaches into his pocket. Tells me he "Could be some crazy guy" and I should really think about f*cking with him annndddddd my friend pulls me away while I curse at him. She then tells me that he is her friends coke dealer, and totally crazy, and had just gotten out of jail, and probably had a gun. Ya. Bought him a cheap beer and got the f*ck out of there.

[deleted]

16/16 There was this kid in my maths called Abbas. Wonderful guy. Quiet, studious, well mannered. Wouldn't harm a fly. One day this little [jerk] called Byron picks on Abbas. From what I gather this had been going on for some time. So Byron calls Abbas a "Paki (racist term for someone from Pakistan) piece of sh*t", or words to that effect.

Abbas flipped. He punched him in the face. Then grabbed him and kneed him a few times before pushing his (bleeding) face up against the wall and dragging him a good 6 feet. They didn't clean the smear up for two days. Byron got expelled. Nobody ever funked with Abbas ever again.

the_pascal_avenger

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