rSlash - r/Maliciouscompliance Break the Law? I'll Destroy Your Business!

Episode Date: August 29, 2025

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Why say bleed when you can say hemorrhage? Because she never did anything halfway when she knew that she could go all the way. We couldn't even ask for help with homework, because you'd be up till 3 a.m. on a school night, adding one more thing. Then you'd go to school with this magnum opus while everyone around you phoned it in and still got an A. She would rarely get angry, but if you activated her righteous indignation, the repercussions would be legendary. There was one such story of malicious compliance that she always loved to tell, and I just found the receipt, so I wanted to share it with everyone. It all started one day when I found a dagger in my brother's room.

It was an ornate sort of fantasy-style dagger, not something you would find just anywhere, and it was very sharp. We were not old enough to have something like that at that time. He was only 11. Immediately, my mother walked up behind me and caught me red-handed. So I did what any self-respecting little brother would do and threw him under the bus. My brother wasn't home at the time, so my mom went through everything and found more of these knives. She laid them out on the table, and she was psyching herself up for the hell that she was going to bring down upon him.

By the time my brother gets home, he walks in and sees her sitting there with the knives out. He goes white as a sheet. She immediately asked where he got him. This was the late 90s, and my brother was pretty into Magic the Gathering. The card shop that he went to for his fix was just down the street. He spent a great deal of time there and bought boxes and boxes of these cards from there. So they knew him and knew that he was too young. They sold the knives to him, knowing full well that he was underage.

No questions asked. My mother's jaw dropped, and moments later we were pulling up to the place. She drags my brother into the store and puts the knives down in front of the woman who owns the place. She tells her they'd sold it to him. The owner says, Yeah, so what? My mom says, he's not 18 and he shouldn't have access to these. You need to tell your employees to check IDs before they sell weapons to minors. My mom was willing to give the owner the benefit of the doubt before the owner snapped back.

It's a joke. It's humor. Don't you get it? Ah, so the problem is you. I'm his mother, and I don't think it's funny. If you won't follow the laws, then at the very least, I need you to stop selling weapons to my son. I'll do whatever I want. If you don't like it, tell the news. Surely, the owner doesn't know who she's talking to, or the lengths that my mom was willing to go to for her kids. I don't know why on earth that would be the phrase you'd use. Now you're just asking for it. Mom gives her one last chance before the hammer drops. So, you're saying that even without my permission, having asked you not to personally, and knowing it's illegal, you would still sell him a knife?

Of course, this is business. Maybe raise him better if you don't like what he's doing. It was like the air left the room. At that time, me and my three brothers were each in elementary, middle, and high school. My mom was the president of all three PTAs for three different schools miles apart from each other. She was practically being a mom as a sport and crushing it by every conceivable standard. This owner had just slighted my mom to her core and now had to deal with a comment. consequences of her ignorance. My mom didn't say another word. She gathered the knives and we walked out. Even the woman behind the desk looked a little shock that she was just walking out. So was I. We all went back to the car and no one said a word. Then you could almost visibly see the resolve set in. And she says, I guess we're going to the news then. I don't remember her saying another word the rest of the night. The next day I woke up and she had papers all around her that she had

downloaded and printed off and highlighted. She was on the phone explaining the story to a news station who had just opened and responded to emails that she'd sent overnight. I don't think she slept. She had been researching the laws and building her case. The first reporter she talked to didn't seem to see what she saw in the story and told her they wouldn't pick it up. Every time she was told no, she would ask for references to someone who would pick up something like this. It took weeks of phone tag. She called the next reporter, then another, then another, leaving messages and following up.

Finally, she found an investigative reporter who would work with her. They decided that the best course of action was to put a hidden camera on my brother to send him undercover to buy something larger. Believe me, I'm well aware of how outlandish that sounds. They met up down the street and gave my brother some money to buy the biggest weapons he could get. I seemed to remember it being a hundred and twenty bucks. They wired him up with a microphone and a spy camera that they'd bought at Radio Shack, and he went in and he bought a legit full sword from the place. They jokingly told him not to kill anyone with it as he was walking out,

and never asked to see an ID. Afterwards, the reporter interviewed the store owner, who stuck with her old fallback of it being funny to sell deadly weapons to kids. Then they interviewed my mom outside the shop, and the two of them argued on camera. Maybe because they'd already caught her on a hidden camera, she felt the need to double down. The owner must have had to think that people would cite for her,

for some reason. She was irate. My mom just kept feeding her the rope to hang herself with, and the shop owner tied the whole thing into a neatly wrapped bow for the reporter. Just a spectacular failure on her part. It's hard to imagine how it could have gone worse. Sure, it's just a local news report from the 90s. For my mom, it was her hero moment.

She knew that she was right, and she knew this person had to be stopped, and she did it all the way, just like everything she ever did. In the report, they say they went back, and the place was already closed. Within a month, it was completely out of business. The reporter won an award for the peace, and the righteous indignation was sated for the time being. My mom recorded the airing of the report on a VHS tape, and every chance she got, she would parade around to show people her crowning achievement. She would tell the whole story and we'd all watch the tape until it was lost to time and became legend. And believe it or not, O.P. actually

manages to track down the original news report, so here's a little clip. And just like Opie said, the store owner goes full Karen mode. It's a kid's store. It's for fun. Owner Alexis Kelly says ultimately parents are responsible, not her. I think they might want to look in or drop them or maybe pick them up. What about this sign on your door, then no grown-ups allowed? Do you not get it? It's humor. It's humor.

Get it? But Melissa Baugh, whose 11-year-old son bought three knives at Never Neverland, isn't laughing. You were one of the ones that sold him a knife. So what? It's legal in Texas. It's legal. For an 11-year-old. Yes, ma'am.

Just like they can go to Montgomery Ward and buy you a butcher knife. Even some of the kids who hang out at Never Neverland agreed the weapons sold here should be taken off the shelves. Do you think it's right to sell that? No, not with all the games. Before our news crew left the store, the owner agreed to get rid of the weapons. There are no longer nice for sale in the store. Wow. Look at that.

Our next Reddit post is from Little Diddy. This happened on the 4th of July weekend. I'm a member of a self-contained camp community, and I have a place there. It's a nice, quiet place with a lake, and pools, and a restaurant, things like that. I love it, because my kid can be a kid like I was, and go wander with friends and disappear until dinner time, and I don't have to worry. Our place is on a small cul-de-sac that's grassed in, and we use it for the kids to play, and we set up cornhole and all that. Because it's 4th of July, a bunch of people have guests, so the park is more full than normal, and a guest of someone on the

circle parked at the edge of the grass. Well, my kid and another kid were playing catch, and one of the kids missed the ball and it hit the parked car. The owner of the car comes out hot and going at the kids. Me and the other kid's parent both go over to calm the situation. Obviously, if there's damage, we'll take care of it because it's from our kids. But this guy starts going off about all these dents and this big scratch and a crack in the windshield and that all this is the kid's fault. I was willing to be reasonable, but when you start saying you want a ton of extra work done trying to blame my kid, I get a little less reasonable. So we're going back and forth, and then he says the magic word, that if we aren't willing to pay for everything,

he's going to call the Park Safety Office to come deal with it. Knowing where this was going, I smiled and said, yeah, okay, let's do that. So the officer comes out, and to no one's surprise, but this guy, the area his car is parked, is a no parking area. So not only does the officer tell him to deal with it, because if he had followed the rules and parked in an actual parking zone, this wouldn't have happened. And because the car owner told the park ranger that he'd been there for two days with no issue before, he also got a nice, fat ticket and an order to move his car. He turned bright red, but didn't say another word and moved his car. And we didn't see or hear from him for the rest of the weekend. Our next Reddit post is from my Reddit

saga. This happened a long time ago, about 13 to 15 years ago. I had just started a job at a government agency where I was responsible for a big fleet of cars. My duties included driving the vehicles to various places like repair shops, tire companies, glass repair shops, and inspection centers. I also performed simple repairs myself, like replacing some light bulbs. In addition to all that, I hand washed and cleaned every car, both inside and out, refilled the windshield washer fluid, and made sure all the required items were in each car. Washing a car inside and out, checking the fluids, and making sure all the necessary equipment was present, took a minimum of 45 minutes and a maximum of about one hour. About a month into the job, my boss decided I was

taking too much advantage of my flexible working hours and told me that I had to stop working precisely at 4 p.m. So, I decided to follow my boss's rule to the letter. As the days went on, if it was after 3.15 p.m., I didn't think I had enough time to start washing and fixing another car. So instead, I did other small tasks like sweeping the floor or restocking the supply room. After a few weeks of this, my boss noticed that fewer cars had been cleaned and fixed in total. So he called me into a meeting to ask why. That's when I brought up his policy that I had to leave at exactly 4 p.m. and that I shouldn't be taking advantage of my flexible hours. My boss suddenly realized why I'd been taking advantage of the flexible hours before. I was simply

working smart. Some days, I would go home a little earlier after a car was finished, and on other days, I needed an extra 5 to 20 minutes to complete a car. It wasn't a daily issue, but it happened often enough that the boss's new policy created a problem. So after the boss thought for a moment, he said that we should go back to the way that I was working before. He apologized for his poor policy and admitted that he was wrong. I ended up staying at that job for about two more years, and we got along well for that entire time. What? The boss actually realized he was wrong and apologized and corrected his course?

Instead of doubling down and taking it out on you? What? This is like a true unicorn manager. Our next Reddit post is from 033. Several years ago, a friend, Mark, started a home-based computer. software business. He and his wife lived in their home for about 10 years and had a well-established home phone number. This was around the time that cell phones were just beginning to be popular, so 95% of people still used mainly landlines. Mark worked 2 p.m. to 10 p.m., the same shift as his wife, so his customers could be free to discuss their computer needs uninterrupted after their

own business closed for the day. Most computer maintenance still had to be done in person, and sit of remotely, so customers could drop off devices after work and pick them up from Mark's back porch on their way to work the next day. All went swimmingly for a few months, until a new doctor opened up a practice in town, complete with a telephone number differing from Mark's by one digit. Mark's number had a three, where the medical office had an eight in the last four number combination. Misdialing was frequent. At first, there were occasional calls to which Mark would patiently redirect the caller. As time wore on and the doctor's office got more and more referrals from local hospitals to give Mr. Newentown an established client base, the calls began to come

at all hours, 24 hours a day. Weekends, nights, holidays, you name it. The office still got calls after hours to an answering service for patients to find out who was on call and for the hospital staff to reach doctors after hours. Mark had to unplug the telephone, just to have a conversation over lunch with his wife and in order to sleep. It's also not ideal when you have three daughters of dating age out after dark. Mark called the doctor's office and asked them to please change their numbers so he and his family could get some peace and quiet and so he could build his own business to support them. Since Mark had his phone longer, he felt the doctor should be gracious and change his number to a different one to stop the confusion. He was told in about so many words by the doctor that it was too bad, but nothing was going to be done, because advertising, stationary, business cards, and signage were expensive to redo. Not to mention, he had to convey that new information to all of his patients, medical registries, the medical board and societies, and hospitals. Just do the best you can. I'm sure the calls will stop soon. Good luck to you. Mark cheerfully replied,

Okie-dokey, I'll do my best to take care of things. After that, Mark began to field all the calls that came in personally. You've had the sniffles all morning after working in the yard around pollen. You better come right in. You start coughing every time you smoke a cigarette. Come on in. Hmm, I'm not a doctor, but a temperature of 98.9 sounds a little high to me. We'll see you right after lunch today. You're new in town and have kids who need physicals and shots for school next week. It just so happens we have an opening in an hour. No, no, don't worry. We can take all five of your kids at once. Whatever the problem was, Mark started making appointments for each and every person calling. All were delighted to have such personal attention and prompt appointments.

Sure, we take all insurance plans. Come right in. He also made all the routine checkup type appointments for 4.30 p.m. on Friday afternoon for six different people. Bright and early the next Monday morning, Dr. Newentown called and begged him to stop. Mark said, I will, if you will, the doctor had a new phone number before the end of the week. That was our slash malicious compliance, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.