What is the best ""You f***ed with the wrong person"" moment you've seen?
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"Not seen - but heard... A few years ago, the family gathered at an aunt's house for Christmas or some other suitable event, and I was chilling out with my assorted cousins. One of my cousins (6'1", male) was telling us about this time that his sister (probably 5'4"?) got bag-snatched. Now, I suspect it was because my cousin is 5'4" - the dude probably thought she was an easy target or something. So she came home all battered and bruised with a fat lip, and my cousin, her brother, asked her what the hell was going on. She said some guy tried to jump her and steal her handbag. Now - these two cousins - and their father, my uncle - are all black-belts in various forms of martial art. My cousin decked her would-be attacker while they fought over her bag and she beat him off with a bloody nose and then came straight home. ...this is the same cousin who is terrified of tiny spiders, and once refused to get out of the car until her brother had killed a spider on the windshield. "
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"This guy (well his subcontractors) does a lot of work for my local smallish city/county (about $5million worth of work last year). He has an autistic son and is a pretty nice, if super cheap, guy. This other subcontractor was kind of a piece of shit, was one of those "I'll say whatever I want cuz muh free speech." Well, on his second or third job, the boss stops by to check on stuff and drop off some materials. The sub starts running his mouth about stupid shit, and eventually starts telling "retard" jokes. The boss says "you know I have an autistic son, right?" This was his perfect response: "yup, I did, sorry about your shitty luck." Dude hasn't done a single job for the city since, no other contractors will even toss him some work. Pretty sure his business is going under. He did shit work anyways. "
"We had a vendor who showed up once a week and was a bit of a hand masher. Liked to crush your knuckles while shaking your hand. The boss had just hired a doughy looking, middle-aged guy for the sales department. I told him to be wary shaking the vendors hand. A few days later the vendor shows up, puts his hand out to the new guy with a big smile, and goes in for the kill. At first everyone is smiling. The new guy is looking him in the eye while pumping his hand furiously. Then stops. The smile melts off the vendor's face. He had a pained look on his face as his lips pursed together. The vendor yelped a long "Eeeeyah!" and dropped the new guy's hand like it was lava. Pulled the new guy aside and asked how he did that. "Ten years I drove a tow truck. Must have changed thousands of flat tires with just hand tools. Nobody crushes my hand." "
"I only know this by stories but, after Vietnam my grandpa became a door to door salesman. One time a person called him on the phone and told him that he/she was interested in his product. When he came to the house a women opened the door and told him to come in. As soon as he did my grandpa, a man behind the door ( presumably the women's spouse/boyfriend ) pulled a gun to my grandpa's head. Well this happened a short time after Vietnam and he was still in a military like state and without thinking removes the gun from the guys hand pushed him on the ground and started punching the guy in the throat. My grandpa didn't go to jail and the man with the gun loved. Even today my grandpa gets a kick thinking about the women screaming at my grandpap, "YOURE GONNA KILL HIM YOURE GONNA KILL HIM!" "
Not witnessed in person but this. TL DR: Two guys went on a stag do in Swansea dressed in drag. A couple of thugs decided to give them shit for it and took a swing at them. Turned out the two drag acts were professional cage fighters. Didn't end well for the troublemakers!
Was riding the bus home from school one day. Bunch of assholes messing around in the back throwing food and other junk. A quiet, overweight kid sat in front of them, minding his own business when one of the assholes thought it would be funny to shove an old sandwich in his face and call him fat boy. Quiet kid stood up and knocked him out in a single hit, then grabbed his bag and walked up to the front of the bus and got off at his stop as if nothing happened.
"This is low key, but I enjoyed it: My first week at a white collar job (my first such job), and we were in the middle of a department wide meeting - about 17 coworkers and supervisors altogether. The person leading the meeting asks a question of no one in particular, and several of us answer. My answer differed from the rest. One guy turns to me and says: "let's leave these questions to the people who actually have a masters degree, shall we?" I looked at him and said: "I have a masters degree." The room went silent, except for one guy who loudly 'ooohed.' I had given the correct answer, to top it off. "
It was like a shopping centre like thing, a popular one in England called Trafford Centre. There were these 2 very built up men, obviously body builders getting quite heated and looking like they were about to throw hands. A small crowd had gathered around. One of them threw a punch, and the other one returned with a revenge blow. Security came and sort if hesitated as the size of these men was triple of the biggest security guard they had. This is when some old woman, maybe 80-early 90's stepped between them and scolded them. It's not really a fu**ed with the wrong person moment, but you're not going to punch a little old woman.
Back in the 1980s, I took a commercial tour in Africa. A local cop in an obscure town decided that accusing a group of American tourists of illegally photographing a police station would be a good way to ingratiate himself with the local commandant. So he arrested us & hauled us off to see the commandant, who was not amused. To save face, he agreed to let us go after we swore we wouldn't sell pictures of the police station to American newspapers. It didn't hurt that we (on the tour leader's advice) were loudly demanding that he call the American ambassador. We learned later that things did not go well for the local cop. The tour organizer was a European who was best friends with a man considered a national hero in that country. The organizer had contracted with a local company to do the logistics for the tour. The local company was owned by National Hero's brother. Local guide made a call. National Hero made a call. Commandant understood which side his bread was buttered
"Scrappy chihuahua man road rages at me, I flip him off and pull into the grocery store parking lot. I needed to get formula for my daughter. He followed me. Oh dear. "Get out of the car f***ot, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Okay. I'm 6' 5", bald, bearded, and since I lost weight and started lifting, I've been mistaken for similar looking NFL defensive linemen. I got out of my bright green Volkswagen Beetle, crossed my arms, and looked straight at him for about 10 seconds before he got back in his shitty little Honda and peeled out of the parking lot. Good thing too, I don't know how to fight lol "
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