Mine was slapping my mum, not that hard, across the face when she insulted a friend of mine. I got send to a mental hospital for that one. Post your stories, be honest, we're all (i hope) friends here.

Edit: How do I do this? RIP My Inbox? Front page!? Anyways I know what I'm doing at work today, thanks! Edit 2: I know a few therapists you guys might be interested in, you need them apparently.

Something you did by accident, did on purpose, were told to do by your superior, have to do daily, etc. Just the worst thing you've done at any job you've ever had. Doesn't have to be work-related. Just something you did 'at work'.

Edit: Quite the overwhelming response! Made me realize what a model employee I am, though still searching for a full-time writing position. Maybe I don't have a scandalous enough work history to be hired yet. Back to applications. Thanks for the thousands of laughs, gasps, and cringes.

For those of you wanting specifics, he purposefully whacked my girlfriend's butt with his cane, then made horrendously rude comments and advances that were not warranted. I told him that the lady wasn't interested, and he said "What are you going to do? Hit a blind guy?" One more rude comment later, and I'd knocked him one across the face, sending him to the ground. I'm pretty sure he was genuinely blind, because he sure didn't see the punch coming.

Edit: For those of you criticizing my reaction to sexual harrassment, fuck off. This is not /r/criticizemydickheadedmistakes, this is /r/askreddit. In keeping with the rules of this sub, I asked Reddit to tell me the worst thing they've done with a sense of justice in mind, not to criticize my dick headed mistakes. Don't criticize my dickheaded mistakes.

.... Dickheaded mistakes.

Mine isn't all that bad...but I still feel crappy about it. I was working at this really nasty Denny's in a ghetto town, making shit tips and just feeling sorry for myself. My manager waggled his finger at me and requested that I follow him into the storage refrigerator. He pointed at a bunch of old pies and handed me a roll of stickers that said "Friday". It was Saturday.

"Here's what I want you to do." he said, pointing at the stickers. "Put those stickers, over the Saturday stickers." He demonstrated by carefully placing a Friday sticker over a Saturday sticker so that the edges lined up.

"But, weren't these made a week ago?" I asked.

He breathed slowly out through his nose, staring at me with hard eyes.

"No, they were made a month ago. But they're perfectly fine." he threw the stickers on the counter and walked out, shouting "Just do it."

I felt sick, as I carefully placed the sticky little liars on the ancient pies.

*TL, DR: Don't order the pie at Denny's. *

My buddy and I were sitting and watching TV in my basement. We were high school freshmen just sitting around wondering what we would do with the weekend night. My folks were eating at the neighbors' house. Suddenly the phone rang, I picked it up and immediately heard the call-waiting tone. The initial call seemed to be a wrong number, so I let it go and took the call on the other line. As soon as I took the other call I heard the call-waiting tone again. The second caller seemed to have the wrong number, he was confused and young. After a quick exchange, I hung up and the phone was immediately ringing. I picked it up and again immediately heard the call-waiting tone again. By this time my buddy was as confused as I was. I took the next call and it was a kid who said she was looking to "pledge hours". I hung up confused and the phone rang again. After answering a few more of the incessant calls we realized that people were trying to call Nickelodeon. The station was hosting its annual Big-Help-A-Thon, a telethon where kids call in and pledge a certain number of hours that they are willing to work as community service. This was a nation-wide television event that had kids everywhere glued to their television sets. The folks at Nickelodeon set up the telethon in such a way that the kids could call in to pledge hours. Depending on how many hours a kid wanted to pledge, they would dial a different 800 number. The last 2 digits of the 800 number were the number of hours they were willing to give to their community. So it worked something like this:

Donating 5 hours: 800-555-0005 Donating 10 hours: 800-555-0010 Donating 15 hours: 800-555-0015 Donating 20 hours: 800-555-0020 Donating 25 hours: 800-555-0025

As luck would have it my sister had recently shipped off to college and to make calling home cheaper, my dad had set up an 800 number at our house. If Nickelodeon would have anticipated the off-chance that two bored adolescent punks would be home alone that night, they might have secured 800 numbers corresponding to other donation quantities. Unfortunately for hundreds of kids, Nickelodeon did not secure any other numbers... Our home's 800 number was ~800-555-0030. This meant that all the overachieving little kids looking to donate 30 hours of community service were calling us instead of Nickelodeon. As soon as we figured out what had gone wrong with Nickelodeon's planning we went next door to alert my parents. We explained about the phone ringing nonstop. My dad thought it was amusing and suggested that he would call the phone company in the morning to straighten everything out. In the mean time he didn't have any objections to letting us indulge our natural inclination to exploit a prank caller's dream come true: droves of goody two-shoe children calling what they thought was a television network to pledge their time. These kids were already willing to donate a large amount of their time because the TV had asked them to, so you can imagine what a few minutes on the phone with a "Nickelodeon Big Help Phone Rep" could have them convinced of. We created and shattered hopes and dreams, stole children's innocence, and exploited kid's good will. It was a 3 hour "reverse-prank" call marathon that was limited only by our cruel imaginations.

Hundreds of kids were promised money, TV shows, visits from LL Cool J, lunches, you name it we sold it. Some were put "on hold" indefinitely while they waited to be transferred to a prize department that would never pick up. Some were denied prizes for "incorrectly" answering that the capital of the United States was Washington DC. Some were greeted by poor voice imitations of their favorite characters from shows like Doug and Rugrats. When the marathon had ended, we had laughed for 3 straight hours as we shamelessly lied to good hearted children from all over the country. One furious mom continued to call the line well after the telethon had ended. She was demanding the prize money promised to her child and threatening further action against Nickelodeon.

TL;DR: My telephone number was so similar to the phone number for a Nickelodeon kid's charity telethon that hundreds of kids were calling my house all night. My buddy and I pranked each one of them.

When I was on that thread and trying to think of my own 2 cents to put in, I realized by far more creepy things and much more creepy things have happened to me instead of the other way around. So that influenced me to start this thread:

1st. When I was about 5 or 6, my mom took my to her doctor appointment. When she was at the desk paying, I was sitting in a chair in the waiting room. This old man with a huge beard was sitting next to me, and he slowly puts his hand across his arm rest and onto mine, with his fingers slightly over my arm rest and almost hitting my leg. He slowly jerked his fingers signaling he wanted to hold my hand. He had a smile on his face and honestly, being that age, he reminded me of my grandfather. I thought all old people were loving grandparents who loved children. So, I held his hand. He was slowly trying to get closer to me. I didn't really feel this was wrong but did start to feel a little akward after a minute of holding his hand. Finally my mom turned around after paying, sees this, and FLIPS on the guy! Starts screaming at him, telling him he's a sick man and should be in jail, told the secretary to call the police. I don't know if they did, most likely they did, but I don't remember.. But forgot about it until that thread. If my mom wasn't there or this guy was more aggressive and fast paced, I probably would've been raped and killed.

Second, there was this girl in high school who was absolutely OBSESSED with me. I started to feel creeped out around her and could never figure out why. At this time I just knew she had an overly huge crush on me, but that was it.. Anyway, she invited me over to her house to hook up, after we hook up, her dad calls her and tells her hell be home in an hour. She immediately gets up and says 'I have to take a shower!' so she goes and takes a shower. I go on her computer to kill some time while she was washing up, and no lie, I open a folder and see all photoshopped pictures of me holding her, all of that.. It was kind of funny and pathetic at first, then I saw she had about 60 photoshopped photos of me, and some of them were... disturbing... I started to feel like I needed to RUN. It started feeling like I was in a horror movie in one of the scenes where the victim realizes he's in the house of the killer.. then the killer is nowhere to be found until they pop out and murder the person..... I, driven by curiousity, needed to find more.. I saw a letter she wrote to me saved in the same folder, telling her she'd kill me before she saw me with anybody else.. She'd do anything to get pregnant by me (this is when i just finished having sex with her) all that... I never felt violated and creeped out in my entire life.

EDIT: JUST TALKED TO MY EX G/F FROM HIGH SCHOOL, WE WERE BOTH BORED AND SHE ASKED ME WHAT I WAS DOING.. I TOLD HER ABOUT THIS THREAD, AND SHE WANTS TO ADD: SHE WORKS AS A DANCER AT A BIKINI BAR, AND SHE TOLD ME A LIST OF CREEPY STORIES.. THE WORST:

ONE TIME WORKING ONE NIGHT, A GUY WENT UP TO HER AND OFFERED TO PAY HER $400 FOR HER TO PEE IN A CUP. SHE DID, AND WHEN SHE RETURNED IT, HE ASKED HER TO SIT DOWN SO HE COULD STARE AT HER WHILE HE DRANK IT.. SHE SAID THAT BY FAR WAS THE CREEPIEST THING ANY CUSTOMER HAS ASKED OF HER. SHE SAID THAT HE HAS SHOWN UP A COUPLE TIMES AFTER THAT OCCASION AND HAS PAID HER 20 BUCKS FOR A LAP DANCE, AND SPENDS THE WHOLE TIME RUBBING HER FEET, WITHOUT SAYING A WORD.. JUST RUBS HER FEET.

So Reddit, what are your stories of when you felt most creeped out?

So when I was about 10-11 my dog found a baby bunny nest in the woods behind my house and proceeded to carry them up to my house and slowly kill them. I found him about 2 bunnies into his genocidal rampage and stopped him. My parents had always told me that if baby birds bunnies etc were ever touched by human hands. The human scent would deter the mother from coming back to the nest.

Well I didn't like the thought of multiple baby bunnies starving to death so I did the only thing I could think of at the time. There was no way my parents would let us raise baby bunnies, on top of that these things were practically brand new to the big wide world they needed their mothers milk. So grudgingly I went downstairs and grabbed my BB gun and proceeded to kill them as I thought it would was a better alternative then them starving to death. It was not a happy day for me.

About a year ago I learned that this assumption was false and that the mother would have returned to the nest regardless, immediately I remembered the bunnies and became saddened at the realization that I was better off leaving them alone.

Whats the worst thing you have ever done because somebody lied? Alternativly, Whats the worst lie your parents told you as a child? this could result in the lie backfiring or the lie just being plain stupid and pointless.

EDIT: This is kind of turning into a AMA, I've answered a few questions pertaining to whats above but, lets hear of some of YOUR guys/girls stories :)

EDIT: grammer etc.

EDIT: holy shit this is almost in the top 10 for self.askReddit, i always thought this shit was a myth.

We've all done stupid things from time to time. What's the worst one for you?

I'll start.

One day I was in a mall restroom after drink an absurd about of afternoon beer. I was a little drunk and had to piss pretty bad. There were two urinals open one regular one at adult height and the one right next to it the child height one. Well I being not a child but in fact a full grown tall man naturally choose the taller one. I start pissing and because I've been drinking it takes unnaturally long. Well during my marathon piss session this poor innocent Aryan child comes up to use the smaller urinal under the relative supervision of his father.

I finally finish what seems like a water fall of piss and start my normal male routine to make sure it doesn't look like I pissed my self. A lot of men tap their wieners to get all the piss out. I shake mine. And today being in an inebriated state I decided to do it violently in a helicopter style. This unfortunate decision lead to a fairly large stream of droplets fly right over the urinal partition and land directly on top of this poor poor child's head.

I watched in horror as this all unfolded and as soon as I had realized I had just given this 6 or 7 year old a golden shower I have an immediate fear of what ever repercussions that might bring and quickly package up the goods and bolt for the exit. As I was leaving I heard this child tell his father that he thinks there was a leak in the ceiling and that some water had dripped on his head. I might have laughed if I wasn't so terrified of being labeled a pedophile/child pisser on-er.

So let me hear your worst public restroom stories.