What is your best “met the high school bitch/bully as an adult” story
【1】(rtillaree) I own my own gym and have for a few years now. I received a message one day from a familiar looking name on the business’ Facebook page from a women asking to come try us out. We set it up, she comes in for an introduction, she’s a very very large and out of shape woman at this point. After about 5 minutes of working with it her, it hits me that this lady used to be about half her current size and was an absolute b___ in her hay day.
I decided not to bring it up to her as she appeared to be struggling in life and came to us in a time of need and I took it, as I do with all of my clients, as a cry for help. Not to mention, I’m a grown man now and that seemed pretty silly and insignificant in life today.
Months later during one of the classes, I noticed her struggling real hard so I go over to offer some encouragement. As I leaned down to say something to her, I notice she’s crying faintly to herself. She looks up at me and quietly says “Sorry for how nasty I was to you years ago and thank you for doing this for me.”
Turns out an old mutual friend told her about my place and she recognized me as the owner and came to me on purpose.
No, not a story of revenge or retribution, but, she reached out to someone she was terrible to and today, she’s re-purposed and I find it to be quite inspiring.
【2】(shtoups) I had an evil 5th grade teacher who made my life terrible for a year. She even instigated a “Pick on Shtoups day”. I saw her at the bar where my friend worked. The day before this we had invented a shot that tastes like urinal cakes smell (Captain Morgan’s lime bite mixed with Miller High Life). I bought my old teacher and her friends a round from across the bar. I made eye contact and raised my shot of Wild Turkey. They gave me a curious look but took the urinal cake shots nonetheless. My old teacher proceeded to throw up on the bar and get 86ed from one of the only bars in town. Fuck you Mrs. Freeman!
【3】(cboogie) Not quite the same but… About 10 years ago I caught my dad screaming at the TV.
“This fucking asshole got his own show! He was such a piece of shit when we were kids. He would beat you up for your lunch money. Push you for no good reason. Take your toys. And based on the way he acts now it does not seem like he grew up much.”
He was talking about Paul Teutul Sr. from American Choppers.
【4】(asshat_backwards) Moved to a new school in 7th grade and was doing fine — making friends, good grades. Then somehow ran afoul of this bigger kid (he’d been held back a few times). Typical bully — pushed little kids into lockers, loved to torment girls and ran with a pack of acolytes who adored and aped him. In Texas at the time, if a kid didn’t like you, he “called you out” (challenged you to a fight after school). Well, “Zed” calls me out one day, because I was a “faggot from New York.” Clueless me (moved there from said NY, where people are civilized), I said, “Sure, ok.”
A few days later, in front of his acolytes and a small group of my friends, he proceeds to beat the shit out of me. It was 7th grade, so the damage wasn’t excessive — mostly to my pride. Spent the rest of middle school known as one of the guys “Zed beat the shit out of.”
Fast forward about seven years, home from college and going to the grocery store for mom. Who should I see bagging my goodies but Zed. Taking a look at him, I see a horrible scar running from the top of his head down around the back of his skull and neck and under his shirt.
His face lights up when he sees me, and he says, in slightly slurred speech, “Hey! Didn’t we go to school together? We’re friends from school, right?” He walks with me out to the parking lot, and as we walk I learn that he had been hit by a car in high school while biking home one day. Accident required a half-dozen surgeries and had left Zed mentally impaired and a completely different person.
He put my stuff in the car, shook my hand for a good 30 seconds and kept asking me to “come back and see me sometime!”
I had hated few people in my life to that point, and no one more than him. Almost cried driving home, I felt so bad for him and disgusted with myself for my previous hatred.
【5】(ehjoshmhmm) I work in a jail, I’ve seen the “popular kids” on the other side of the bars…