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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/hbpfrost on 2024-03-06 17:26:48.

Growing up I’ve always liked Germany and Japan, especially the cars (my favorites are Porsche and Lexus) and my moms ex husband wasn’t into cars. He hated just about every piece of clothing I owned. I have mostly adidas stuff and a few shirts and hoodies with Porches and Lexus’s on them. So one day, when I getting ready for my first day of school after the pandemic, mom’s ex husband, who I’ll call Keith (not his actual name but his actual name is so bad it might as well be Keith) stops me and looks at me dead serious and says “I want you to take off those raggedy pieces of shit and throw them in the trash along with any clothes you have in the washer” I looked at him, laughed, and walked out the door.

I thought I looked pretty good that day and it was made me really happy seeing my friends really hadn’t changed since March. Then when I got home, Keith was stuffing all of the clothes from washer into a trash bag. I asked what he was doing and he said “I’m tired of you trying to present as rich. Take this bag out to the trash and don’t take ANYTHING out of it” I looked at him and I kept repeating how he can’t be serious. He said he was dead serious and went into my parents room.

I decided to see how much of my clothes I was going to lose, and to my surprise, it was just some socks, a pair of jeans, and 2 shirts. I was about to take them out when I noticed Keith threw his clothes in there too. He’s a stereotypical step dad and doesn’t do anything so there’s no way he would’ve known my mom washed his clothes with mine. Then I took a moment to check some receipts in my room to see how much I’d be set back if I actually put this bag in the trash and I figured out it’d be around 40 dollars. Not much of an issue there.

So this is when the malicious compliance kicks in. I took the bag to the trash can and set it at the end of the driveway for trash day tomorrow (it comes at 6) So imagine Keith’s surprise when he gets up at 6 to find that he has no clean work shirts, no clean socks, and no clean pants. It made him absolutely livid and he quite literally yanked me out of bed to scream at me. He pinned me to the wall and yelled about how his clothes were missing and I told him “Your clothes were in that bag and had you been paying attention, you wouldn’t be in this situation” He just got up and walked away, struggling to find anything to wear.

He eventually came back, and very calmly asked to borrow a shirt and pants from me along with socks and a sweatshirt. I then proceeded to hand him each of the clothes he asked, but they were ones I didn’t like and didn’t wear often. He spent the whole day posting on Facebook and Instagram about how bad he looked and it was so funny that I couldn’t put my phone down.