Entitled Karen Bans Me From Public Pool.. I’m a Disabled Man in a Wheelchair!

And our interactions became a game, him trying to get to me, me refusing to be got. It almost felt like chess.

Then it came time to distribute the swim team gear and that brought a whole new set of forms which meant that guy asked me to read him every single one of them and just when I'm contemplating leaping out the nearest window while doing full-body silkwood decontam, he suddenly meets my eye and this layer of pretense I hadn't ever noticed drops away. He has tears, literal tears in his eyes and he says, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much."

See, the entire time I had been maliciously complying with him by being the best reader ever. I had been struck by how familiar he looked, but I didn't ever really watch the news. I just sat and read books while my parents watched it instead, which is why I did not recognize our local weatherman when he began bringing his daughter to swim practice. It's also why I did not know why he had recently retired.

He had been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, you see. And they had just finished a round of surgery and chemo to save his life that they were not sure would actually work on him. His odds really sucked and it had been all over the news. They even gave him a really nice heartbreaking send-off that I never watched because of my own depression and isolation, but I found it on YouTube later. It's the kind of thing all of us would pray someone would do in our memory.

He thanked me because ever since his surgery, his ability to function had been compromised. He could mask most of his damage with his charisma and training and usually could fake it till you make it with the best of them, but he had lost a lot of his capacity to read and it was a struggle he'd obviously never faced before and it frustrated him that after all this college education and decades being the face of the local weather, he suddenly couldn't even read the basic form for his daughter's swim team.

And by the way, guys, this seems to be a very surprising form of kind of wholesome malicious compliance, you could say. Either way, he was so thankful he was actually crying that I was taking so much time out of my day to help him. And not just to help him, but to be so unpatronizing. I had treated him like he was actually normal and he said that I made him feel sort of whole again.

He made every effort to make it clear he was genuinely, sincerely grateful for how helpful I'd been and I'm suddenly reviewing every insult I thought about him, every time I questioned his mental capacity or quality as a parent. He was so low that what I meant as a mockery and a punishment was to him a gift. I made him feel normal. There are not words for that kind of shame. I thought it was a game, I really did and people still talk about how he touched lives. I know he touched mine.

And the next one is a fantastic malicious compliance story which is titled "Manager told me to no longer have my register swapped when it's full. Okay, bet you."

So, I work back at my old Chick-fil-A part-time again. I work face-to-face in the drive-thru and you can normally see us wearing a green vest with two money pouches and normally, when we are busy and get a lot of cash orders, we are supposed to swap out our pouches since it's one dangerous to have a lot of money on you, especially at night time and number two, we can only hold so much cash.

As of Monday, our GM told us not to call over the radio for a cash drop since it was a waste of time and we needed to be pushing drive-thru.

Cue my malicious compliance.

It was super busy last night and I had a bunch of $100 bills. My pouch was so full, I was starting having to fold the bills for space. Here's the fun part though, someone pulls up in a black Dodge Charger, gets out of the car and proceeds to rob me. I had at least 700 plus dollars on me.

Our owner was pissed that I cost him $700 and asked me why I did not have my cash dropped. Well, I told him, "Our GM told us that we were not doing that anymore."

And then as of today, we now must have our cash dropped if our pouch is over $300. Not only that, our GM got shot out and all day she was asking me specifically what my drawer account was. Funny how she now pays attention after losing money.

And yeah guys, I hope you have an awesome day and I will see you again tomorrow.