What's one of the meanest things you've done?

This happened when I was little. It was an accident but I never fessed up to it. There was this girl who everyone made fun of. We also had this really mean cafeteria lady. One day, I had my tray and I spilled some peaches. I left them there and the unpopular girl came w/ her tray and slipped on them. The cafeteria lady started yelling at her for spilling her food. I never said it was my fault and I never apologized. It was awful.

He was picking on me . So I went home on my bike , got some hot water and threw it on him .

I was working food service, and they asked me to come in at 6 am because of an emergency. My shift was to start at 2 that afternoon. I didn't find out until then that the emergency had made another, very nice coworker have to work a double shift and inconvenienced her family, where it wouldn't have cost me more than a few minute's sleep.

Our department hired a woman to be a research coordinator. She quickly antagonized us with her arrogance and demanding personality. She claimed she had fibromyalgia; whether it was true or not, I don't know. She worked on the sixth floor, while I worked on the first. One day she called me and asked if I'd bring her a Pepsi. I shook it violently and delivered it to her, then left. No word on whether it exploded in her face or not.

a stranded car by the side of the road and refused to stop to help when he saw the Bush/Cheney bumper sticker.

When Dick Cheney was Secretary of Defense in the first Bush administration, he came to my unit for a tour and to eat lunch.

The colonel called me in: "Look, this guy's an asshole but we gotta take him through Site III. You be his escort; you know everything that's going on anyway." Thanks, sir.

The first thing I had to do was to go through the trick on duty trying to find ten people who came from Wyoming to eat with him. I found one. By the time I was done, we had people who had lived in Wyoming at one time, people who had been to Wyoming, people who had been stationed in Wyoming...and finally we wound up with two people who could name all of the states surrounding Wyoming. I had more luck coming up with people from Idaho, and that list wasn't a whole hell of a lot longer.

So we fed Dick Cheney a lunch consisting of a salad and coffee and answered lots of questions about our involvement with Wyoming (gee sir, I lived in Thayne for a couple of years once but that's about it; Cheney didn't know where Thayne was but that's okay, the governor of Wyoming probably doesn't know where it is either). He's getting more and more pissed that we didn't have more Wyoming residents for him to eat with and swap stories of living in Casper, but there just aren't all that many Wyoming residents in the army in the first place.

Off we went into the site. Our first stop was the Morse section, which had a grand tradition of taping little paper spurs to the shoe heels of real assholes. This they did. I'm standing there watching one of my dickheads tagging one of Papa Bush's dickheads trying not to bust a gut...

Next thing you know I'm walking around the station with Dick Cheney wearing spurs, his entire entourage on the verge of dying laughing right there in the hallway, all the troops who pass him whistling "he's got spurs that jingle jangle jingle," my colonel looking like he's about ready to die of a combination of hysterical laughter, embarrassment and downright fear right there on the spot..."Jim, you have GOT to think of ANYTHING to get that man back into the Morse bay so they can get those things off his shoes. You know how much hell we're gonna pay if he sees them?" Why, yes I do, and we can tell him the expert in new codes has just arrived at work and he'll give the Secretary a briefing on his new discoveries. That worked.

We had senators and congressmen in every once in a while, and after the Cheney incident they made sure to tell us tour guides "don't take the VIP into the Morse bay, you know what happened last time you tried."

You're an American hero as far as I'm concerned.

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He didn't notice the ol' switcheroo until it was too late, if you know what I mean. :hurts:

Good job!

I worked with a bitch I couldn't stand. One day I hit her car in the parking lot and I didn't tell her.

I still feel badly about it.