This still brings a smile to my face.. Instant Karma, yeah baby.

This would be back in the mid nineties. I was a student at the time and had a part time job at a men’s clothing store in a mall. The store I worked in shared a basement storage with another shop. The other shop was also a clothing store, but targeted more at teens and young adults. The people working in this shop was for the most part pretty teens and younger guys, all of which were good looking and cool, like you’d expect from a shop that sold Levi’s and Diesel jeans.

Now, every time my shop needed stocking up, we had to go through this next door shop, and down a set of stairs to our shared basement to get stuff. Most of the time this was okay, but there was this one guy working in the trendy shop. He had an entourage of mates and pretty girls, never fewer than 4–5 people, always the same ones and EVERY time I had to carry a cardboard box full of socks or underwear to stock up, he’d use the box as a punching bag. Hard as he could, he’d punch big holes in the box, with socks, t-shirts or underwear flying everywhere, to the sniggering delight of his court.

I have to clarify one thing here, this wasn’t bullying, we were actually good mates, it just got bloody annoying over time since he didn’t stop no matter how many times I asked. Also he was much bigger than me so I couldn’t really make good on any promise to kick his arse.

Well, one day I’d had enough and thought I’d teach him a lesson, so I put a sturdy piece of wooden shelf inside a big box of socks and carried it happily up the stairs.

And sure enough, he just couldn’t resist the juicy target and landed an all mighty punch that almost crushed his knuckles.

Loud thud immediately followed by a very painful howl as he went down on the floor in front of his admirers, clutching his hand in agony. I continued next door, high fived my colleague and laughed my arse of. It was film perfect. He stopped after that. Douchebag hahaha…