My boyfriend had a little accident at work today and needed some stitches. While we were waiting in the emergency room, a car stopped right at the entrance. We assumed they had someone disabled in the car and just wanted to load them out real quick and then find parking. 

It turned out to be a woman alone. She got out and walked inside.

A nurse filling out paperwork with us shouted at her:

Nurse: “You cannot park there! That is for ambulances bringing in emergencies!”

Woman: “I will just be a minute. I just have a few questions.”

While she said that, she kept walking.

Nurse: “Be that as it may, this is for ambulances only. Seriously, you need to move your car away!”

The woman just waved her hands like swatting away an annoying fly and started to walk faster,

Then, the nurse suddenly talked in a very hushed voice so that only we could hear her but the woman could not.

Nurse: “We have our own tow car that can be here in two or three minutes. Move away now, or your car is gone by the time you return.”

If a car is blocking an emergency entrance or exit this can cost lives, so they are not messing around, even when most of the time they only tow people parking in the disabled spaces for no reason.

Then, she winked at us.

Nurse: “You both heard me warning her, right?”

Me: “Yes, loud and clear; you warned her that she would get towed.”

The nurse called security on her radio, and within two minutes, they were there hooking the woman’s car up.

We were still waiting when I suddenly heard a screech.

Woman: “YOU B****! WHERE IS MY CAR?! I HAVE PLACES TO BE!”

Nurse: “Security is on their way; they will explain to you where it is.”

Woman: “They’d better bring my car, or I will call the police for theft!”

The nurse looked up and could see that security was already almost behind the woman.

Nurse: “I was calling after you telling you that you cannot park there. This is for emergency vehicles. But you ignored me even when I shouted after you that you will be towed and that this will be an expensive mistake.”

The woman lost it and tried lunging at the nurse, but the nurse just stepped back and security grabbed her, so she hit the security guard instead. They tackled her and called the police.

To make a long story short, the police came, and we told them the nurse shouted after the woman that this was for emergency vehicles only and that she would be towed several times, but the woman did not listen.

The woman got arrested for assault and a whole bunch of other stuff. The nurse later brought us to the examining room and told us the assault was probably her biggest mistake. She only wanted to teach the woman a lesson by making her pay for the towing, but since they had to call the cops, she will also get a ticket for blocking the entrance to an emergency room, and the fine for that is a lot higher than just the towing. Plus all the charges.

My boyfriend got his stitches and is just fine now.

This happened in high school. Our auto shop had a tool room. To keep it organized and not have people climbing all over each other, one student would act as a clerk on a rotating schedule. Students would frequently ignore the rules and go in back when it wasn’t their turn on rotation.

I was the clerk one day. When I was getting a tool, a student who was larger than me went behind the desk and picked up a pair of bolt cutters.

Student: “Hey, [My Name], what would you do if I cut your balls off with this?”

I legitimately couldn’t tell if he was really threatening me or had horrible taste in jokes. I glanced to the side and saw a crowbar.

Me: “Bash your head in with that crowbar.”

I nodded my head in the direction of the crowbar. Then, [Student] pulled some brass knuckles out of his pocket.

Student: “Then I’ll just bash your face in with these.”

I grabbed the crowbar.

Me: “GET THE H*** AWAY FROM ME.”

Student: “Put that down.”

Me: “GO AWAY.”

Student: “Put. It. Down.”

Me: “GET OUT OF HERE.”

[Student] pocketed the brass knuckles and charged at me. I gave him a few love-taps with the crowbar, holding back so as to not seriously injure him. He grabbed the crowbar and started trying to wrestle it from me.

Then, the shop teacher came in.

Shop Teacher: “Break it up, you two! What is going on here?”

Student: “He just went nuts for no reason and threatened me with a crowbar!”

Me: “I grabbed the crowbar to defend myself. He threatened to castrate me with bolt cutters and beat me to death with brass knuckles.”

Shop Teacher: *To [Student]* “You have brass knuckles?”

Student: “No.”

Me: “Left. Front. Pocket.”

Shop Teacher: “Come with me to the principal’s office.”

Student: *Points at me* “But… but he—”

Shop Teacher: “Come here.”

The shop teacher practically dragged him out of class to the office. [Student] was completely flabbergasted as he clearly couldn’t understand why he was in trouble and I was not.

CONTENT WARNING: Drugging, Sexual Assault

A few years ago, I was working in a hotel as the front desk manager, covering the audit (overnight) shift due to a callout. A young lady who was wearing a very short skirt and a low-cut top and looked worse for wear came into the front lobby shortly after midnight. She walked to the center of the carpeted room and proceeded to squat down and pull her panties aside to relieve herself.

Me: “Hi, how’s it going?”

Lady: *Continuing to urinate* “Fine. How’s your night going?”

Me: “Well, it just got really interesting. Um… do you need a restroom?”

Lady: “No, I’ll be all right where I am.”

Unfortunately, I had to contact the police, and they arrived pretty quickly. The lady was extremely intoxicated, and my only option apparently was to have her arrested for indecent exposure and disorderly conduct. I work in Maryland, and that arrest would mean that she would be placed on the Sex Offender Registry in our state because that’s how the law works.

Me: *To the officer* “Could I decline to press charges now, get her identification, and have her return in a day or two to pay for the carpet cleaning?

She didn’t have money at the moment. He said I could do that because none of us wanted to destroy this woman’s life because she peed on the carpet while clearly not realizing what she was doing.

So, that’s the route we took. I photocopied her ID and gave her a note to hang on to remind her what she had done and that she needed to bring money to the hotel by a certain date or, unfortunately, the charges would get filed.

A few days later, I was on my normal shift when an extremely beautiful woman walked in inquiring about how to handle the incident that occurred the other night.

Me: “The young lady needs to come back and handle it as agreed upon.”

Lady: *Very embarrassed* “I am the young lady.”

I was blown away. What a difference a shower and makeup that wasn’t running everywhere made for her! She was very embarrassed as I recounted the story for her, and she actually started to tear up as she got money from her purse. She gave me $100 for the carpet cleaning.

Lady: “Not that it matters, I know, but I brought this to prove to you that I am not that kind of person, and I am really sorry.”

She proceeded to hand me a note from the local hospital with attached lab work that showed she had tested positive for Rohypnol (roofies). Apparently, she and two of her friends were dosed at a bar in town. One friend was sexually assaulted, while the other friend wound up in the drunk tank, and we all know where this young lady ended up.

I immediately apologized for having had her come back with money and explained that I wouldn’t be taking any money from her at all. I was so upset to find out that these three young women came to our town to have a good time and it turned out so awful. I ended up giving her and her friends a discounted rate for a few days since they had to stay for the investigation into the assault. I did my best to redeem our town by giving them anything they needed going forward.

Long story short, what I thought were just drunken shenanigans turned out to be someone’s worst night. Calling the police was a godsend because they were able to identify that she had also been dosed.

She and I still communicate to this day, and I see her when she comes into town. (She has ever since and still does use the regular restroom when she visits!)

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I’m a manager at a corporate chain restaurant. My bartender alerts me that there’s a guest acting weird at the bar, so I head out there to make my presence known.

The guy is sitting at the end of the bar. He’s listening to music through headphones and doing some kind of strange dance with his arms. Okay, that’s weird, but it’s generally non-threatening, so I let him be. I continue to stay on the floor to monitor the situation.

Not five minutes later, I see the guy get up and move to the other side of the bar where a mother and her adult daughter are sitting. From where I’m standing, I can’t hear what he’s saying, but they look visibly uncomfortable, so I step in.

Me: “Sir, please stop bothering the other guests.”

The dude FLIPS OUT. He starts screaming at me.

Guy: “I’m just talking! I’m not bothering them! You should mind your own business!”

Me: “Sir, I need you to leave or I’ll be forced to call the cops.”

Guy: “The cops don’t scare me! I’ll kill everyone in the restaurant!”

Well, those were the magic words. I called the police right in front of this guy, hoping he’d just leave rather than deal with the cops.

No such luck.

He was still screaming when the cop walked in behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. This five-foot-tall man turned around to face a six-foot police officer who looked like he does MMA on his days off. I have never seen someone back down so quickly.

The cop escorted the guy outside and trespassed him from the property. The mom that was being harassed called my general manager the next day to thank us for protecting them.

I am working at a well-known shoe store. I am in the back listening to music and doing stock.

Suddenly, I hear a loud crash from the front. I go out to see what the problem is and see a family — a mom, a dad, kids, and a grandma. One kid is sitting on the floor, and our bench is sloped sideways. Mind you, it’s a large leather bench and has metal legs. The metal leg has been broken right off of the bench!

No one in the family will look me in the eyes, and the mom has a look that bounces between fury and guilt. My temper is starting to flare so I take the bench, flip it over, and grab the toolbox to take the legs off. The mom still says nothing, so I ask my coworker what happened.

Coworker: “The family came in, and her son took a running leap and butt-slammed the bench, full-force, breaking the leg off.”

I stare at the mom, who still refuses to make eye contact.

Me: “The metal leg.”

Coworker: “Yes.”

As I’m taking the bench apart, the mother starts paying for the purchases and looks at me bending over with a screwdriver.

Mom: “Sorry about your bench, but I don’t know if it was like that before.”

Me: “Actually, ma’am, that bench was perfectly fine before your kid slammed into it. But thanks, and have a great day.”

The best part? It took three months to get new legs, and they sent us the wrong ones! They sent us coffee table legs. Ha! At least we got to have a nice bench in the back to relax on for a few months.