There are many enjoyable things to experience in this life.
The laughter of a child. The warmth from a ray of sunshine on your face. The first three seasons of The Office.
But none of those feelings quite compare with the feeling of catching someone in a lie.
A recent AskReddit thread gave people the opportunity to share their stories of catching people in a lie.
Do you like drama? If so, you’re gonna love these stories.
What an elegant response.
I travel for work. 90 percent of the time, I park in economy at the airport (I think $14 per day).
It’s about a 10 to 15 min walk. A few times out of necessity to catch a flight, I park in the garage (I think $24 per day, 5 min walk).
Usually 2 to 3-day trips, not a huge expense.
My boss suggests I park in Off-Site Shuttle parking (about $11 a day, but a pain in the ass as you need a bunch more time to plan for the shuttle).
He said he does it because it is cheaper for the company (which he owns).
One day while walking through the garage from the on-site economy lot, there in the reserved parking (closest and like $40 per day) is my boss’s truck.
And reserved takes planning, he wasn’t just running late and needed to park in the garage to make a flight.
I just put my business card under his wiper.
I never brought it up, and I haven’t heard any complaints about parking on my expense reports since. –Jonny_Wurster
Talk about a leap of faith.
So in college, I had this friend who was a very good pole vaulter. Seriously, one of the top in the state for his division.
This was back in 2008. He tells ALL of his family, and friends, and even his boss that he was recruited to compete in the Beijing Olympics.
Well, his close friends (including myself) already call bullsh*t, but when the “day” comes, he is nowhere to be found.
In fact, we didn’t see him for a couple of days, and he started texting pics from Beijing. So we were doubting ourselves a bit.
Then we were driving along the freeway, and guess who’s broken down on the side of the road like two days after he left? Mr. Olympian! When we pulled over, the look on his face was priceless.
He stood by his story too and said because of the time difference he already went and came back. –snukebox_hero
This must have been torture.
One of my professors caught a student plagiarizing an essay… as she was reading it aloud to the class.
“That’s an excellent essay by my friend, Dr. so-and-so you’re reading. Please keep reading it until the end.”
He made her stand in front of us and kept going until “her presentation” was over. –bbbberlin
I work at a daycare. If a child is sick, they will be sent home cause we don’t want to risk infecting the whole class (generally happens anyway).
A lot of parents don’t agree with this policy which leads to parents arguing with us that their kid isn’t sick when they obviously are.
My favorite time this happened was when a mother dropped her little boy off in an eye patch.
Yep, the toddler was wearing a damn eye patch. I ask what happened and she says he hit his eye or something. Which I didn’t really believe.
She says whatever I do, don’t take off his eyepatch.
I pick him up and immediately lift up his eyepatch…pink eye. She was sooooo pissed at me for doing that. And she was shocked I did it.
The look on her face was so satisfying. Although I got yelled at by my supervisor for it. –mommysababy
This next story is downright unbelievable.
Do your research next time!
I used to work at a grocery store. One of my coworkers was constantly calling in sick, claiming she had one illness or another.
Management couldn’t just can her because it was a union shop, so she had protection unless she had been caught in a bald-faced and indefensible lie.
One Friday, I get called in to cover her shift because she called in claiming she was very sick and needed a kidney transplant.
On Monday, she’s wandering around with gauze wrapped around her stomach and back claiming that she had that kidney transplant on the weekend.
That she had been so sick that they rushed her into surgery and put her at the top of the transplant list!
When she does it to me, I stop her and say, “Isn’t the recovery time on a transplant at least a month or two? The hospital shouldn’t have let you out.”
Realizing I’ve caught her in a lie she rushes to the front desk, claims she shouldn’t be here and that she needs to go home or she’ll pop her surgery stitches.
A few days later she was fired when she couldn’t provide proof of the surgery, she tried to sue but no lawyer would take her case.
It was hilarious. –Iokuas
This is some next-level librarian-ing.
I’m a librarian and I’m actually very proud of this one. Back then I was in charge of the cinema and music section of my library.
This guy came with his son and asked me where to find our Puff Daddy CDs. We have one and I show him on the shelves where to find it.
Then I was called in another place of the library to go check on my colleagues.
On my way back to the music section, I see him coming out of the library and I don’t know why (maybe he seemed dodgy) but I have a feeling something is wrong.
I go check, the CD is gone. It’s not appearing on his library card, so he didn’t borrow it.
The guy just stole the f**king Puff Daddy CD, WITH HIS 8-YEAR-OLD SON. FROM A PUBLIC LIBRARY. WHERE YOU CAN BORROW IT FOR FREE.
At this point, I do nothing because we have no proof and no security camera.
I decided to try something. I still had the stolen CD barcode and I just decided to add it to their library card, as if they borrowed it.
A few days later they arrive, take some documents, return some, and just before leaving I proceed to explain to them that they still have a document, a “Puff Daddy CD” that they need to return.
The look of panic in their eyes and incomprehension was just delightful. They didn’t say anything and a few days later they came back with the CD.
I don’t really care about Puff Daddy, and we could easily have replaced it, but just for the principle, it was one of my greatest victories. –icetea32
At work one day a co-worker started telling me and another co-worker a story about being stopped by the police.
He went into great detail about how he stopped at a gas station for a drink, and there were two cops standing out front and nobody else in the parking lot.
He gave the cops a wave, being nice, bought his drink, and left. Less than a hundred feet down the street these same two cops pulled him over.
They told him that they smelled weed when he got out of the car. He asked the cops if they could smell it now, standing next to his open window, they said no but it was obvious it came from him.
They asked if they could search his car, which he angrily let them, telling them he wanted the cops to climb through his hot car to find nothing.
While one cop did the “Search” the other cop told him to calm down; he looked nervous. To which he said “I’m not pissed, I’m angry.
You didn’t smell weed; you smelled a shaved head and tattoos.” The cops found nothing and let him go about his business.
It was MY story. It happened to ME months before, and I told that story at work back then.
He even quoted me, except I said “Long hair and tattoos.” A few minutes into the story my other co-worker and I start giving each other the side eye, realizing he was literally telling me my own story.
I think he realized it towards the end because he quickly finished up the story and left without ever mentioning it again.
We never brought it up either; I had such a bad case of second-hand embarrassment for the guy.
Plus everybody else already heard about it and he was forever branded the liar. –sebrebc
What are the chances of this happening?
I come from a small-ish town. Brother made it to the MLB.
Was at the grocery store with my dad (who was wearing the MLB team’s jacket at the time).
Checker says to us, “you know I helped that kid get to the majors.”
My dad just politely pulled out his ID and told him to check the last name.
Checker just laughed embarrassingly, immediately shut up, and gave us extra monopoly tickets for our time. –2farty4me_irl
That’s pretty low, mom.
I caught my mom eating my Halloween candy when I was little after she told me it wasn’t her.
Getting new candy from the store because of it was pretty satisfying. –CalvinsOlderBrother
This next story will sound familiar to anyone who has ever had to pay a security deposit.
The greed of some people.
When I moved out of a house I had been renting years ago, the landlady decided that she wanted to keep my security deposit.
We had been on friendly terms for the 5+ years I had lived there, she even invited me to dinner parties at her house. I had been a model tenant, so I don’t know why she turned on me aside from pure greed.
When I persisted in asking her for the money she started making up reasons to keep it, claiming that she had to do a costly cleanup of some mess I allegedly left.
By luck, before things went sour I had arranged to store some furniture at the property until I was ready for it.
When I went to retrieve it, it was obvious that the property was exactly as I had left it, and the details of what she had claimed were entirely false.
She had no answer when I confronted her with this fact, and she finally grudgingly paid up.
I still see her around and she tries to act like nothing ever happened, but she is dead to me.
How someone can let a little money trump all reason and integrity is beyond me. –FrightenedOfSpoons
At least change your story up a little bit!
Sued a bloke for not paying his mortgage. He filed an application claiming he’d never been served with the court proceedings, and he’d just found them in his front yard.
He also managed in two pages to set out eleven separate claimed defenses to the claim. Oh and he also claimed he didn’t speaka da good English.
Something didn’t stack up. So I ran some Court file searches and discovered he’d defaulted on another mortgage a few years earlier and filed the exact same affidavit back then.
Even included the exact same photos of the court documents supposedly lying in his yard.
The case did not end well for him. –fishingdonkeys
I can’t say I have much sympathy for her.
I knew my ex-wife was cheating but didn’t tell her that I knew.
Took her out to dinner and I casually asked questions about who she had been spending time with while I was at sea, she barely worked so she had to spend her time doing something.
She failed to mention the guy that had been staying at my house for nearly 2 months.
The guy she had to call the cops on just to get to leave because I was coming home in 2 days.
I slid her a copy of the police report that was filed for the incident and watched as she crumbled over the fact she had been caught, and I didn’t have to say a word.
Divorce court was even more satisfying, in case anyone was wondering. –links311
That’s a pretty big difference!
When I got divorced we “shared” a lawyer because it was amicable and we just agreed to keep our own stuff and move on.
I was getting ready to deploy to Afghanistan in less than a week, so I’m anxious to get everything done before I leave.
So I get emailed the finalized divorce documents, and my ex mentions that my half of the cost was around $2000.
What she didn’t know is she had forwarded me the whole email chain with the lawyer where they discussed final billing. Turns out, the total amount owed was actually about $800.
So I replied and said I’d be paying $400 and explained her mistake. Her reply was simply “Whatever. I don’t care.” –jeremythelee
That time of the month, eh?
One of my staff is the biggest liar I have ever met. We’ll call him Jim.
If someone is sick, guaranteed he will be off the next day having “caught” whatever someone had.
My whole department is female (5 females) except for him. One day, almost all of us were suffering from some horrible period cramps.
Everyone was complaining about the pain but no one said it was because of their period, because it’s usually pretty obvious why.
The next day, Jim emails in that he’s sick and he caught the horrible stomach bug all the ladies in the department had.
He’s so sore he can’t move, has a migraine, blah blah.
Word spread quickly and Jim has forever been mocked as the dude who had to take time off work for his period. –Reallychelseawow
This next story has a happy ending.
What are those?
I played college basketball, and one of my teammates had a chronic condition with the truth.
My first summer, we were roommates, and I always suspected he was stealing my clothes.
At one point, every player received a custom pair of Jordans in our school’s colors. Within a week, mine went missing.
A month later, I noticed my roommate/teammate was wearing a pair of Jordans.
Later in the day we were in a gym, and I waited until we were all relaxing, and he had the soles of his shoes facing forward as he sat.
I told all of my other teammates what I suspected, and approached him. “Hey, have you seen my Jordans?”, “Naa, I already told you. Now leave me alone.”
“Then why is my number written on the soles of the shoes you’re wearing?”
The team equipment staff had predicted some shoes might go missing, so they had marked each pair.
I made him take the shoes off right there since I couldn’t trust I’d get them back at the end of the day. After that, his nickname on the team was Simba, for being the Lying King. –drarch
Oh, you sweet summer child.
I work in the custom framing department at a craft store, and there’s this one woman who always talks down to all the employees.
She came in one day with a painting she wants to be re-framed. And then emphasizes that it was her grandmother who painted it and it has such sentimental value.
Also, her grandmother was a professional painter, so it’s probably worth like so much money.
It’s a generic painting of flowers in a vase, and I’m like 80 percent sure at that point it’s not really that old.
She’s just playing it up so when she gets the art back, she can point out a flaw in it that we caused and she can demand we give her the whole frame for free.
So I’m taking the canvas out of the old frame, and she’s reminding me that it’s super valuable.
I take off the dust cover on the back and lo and behold there’s a sticker already there: Clearance: $19.99.
I wish I had a photo of her face when she saw that. –spacialHistorian
This friend sounds like a real doll.
I must have been nine or ten. My friends and I were all going through the same doll phase, so we would bring our favorites to each other’s house and play.
As my friend was leaving, I noticed a few of my dolls missing. She was holding them hostage in her doll limo, I just knew it.
As she was walking outside, I casually said, “oh I think you might have grabbed my doll on accident.” Flustered she checked her limo and pulled out my dolls.
She also stole some of my dolls clothing. I searched her room when she went to the bathroom and stole it back.
Stopped playing dolls with her! –LVBernal93
Someone’s on a power trip.
In my 20s, I was an ad designer for a local department store.
The boss was out, and a co-worker (who had been there many years, and was jaded and grumpy all the time) was put in charge for the day.
I brought an ad to her for approval, and she found some nit-picky thing that she wanted adjusted.
I knew that it was just bullsh*t on her part so she could feel powerful. I took the ad back to my desk, worked on something else for a while, then brought it back absolutely unchanged.
She looked at it and said “Oh, that looks much better!” and approved it.
I never let on that it was the exact same version she’d rejected earlier. –not_falling_down
Sounds awfully familiar…
I was sitting with a couple friends and a guy I didn’t know too well, all playing cards.
We start swapping stories and the guy I didn’t know starts telling the story of a time he went to a strip club.
However, he had lifted the story word for word from a YouTube video, only changing the names (Rooster Teeth Animated Adventures).
I started playing the video on my phone halfway through his story and connected it to the TV. –NOTaCAT_
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