There’s something undeniably satisfying about catching someone in a lie. Whether it’s a small fib or a grand deception, the moment of revelation can be both shocking and empowering.
In this collection of stories, we delve into the captivating tales of people who experienced the exhilaration of uncovering someone’s dishonesty. From suspicious partners to deceitful coworkers, these individuals share their encounters with lies and the pivotal moments when the truth was finally unveiled.
Join us as we navigate the twists and turns of deception, relishing in the satisfaction that comes from exposing the truth and restoring justice. Prepare to be captivated by these tales of truth-seeking and revel in the triumph of those who refused to be fooled.
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At Least They Accepted Defeat
“One time my family’s company was throwing a company Christmas party at an upscale restaurant in NYC. We were in a private room upstairs but it wasn’t like there was security or anything like that, so anyone could and eventually did come upstairs to mooch.
Anyway, I’m there with several members of my family having a good time, enjoying some food and drinks, and getting to know people in the company. I’m sitting at a table with several employees I had just met, and two of my cousins who worked with them, when two guys come up to our table and introduce themselves.
They were professionally dressed and were quite friendly. They start asking people what they do, flirting with several of the girls at the table, and trying to act pretty alpha (they asked me what I did, which was graphic design at the time, and kinda laughed at my career choice).
So a few drinks in, I ask what they do at the company, and they say that their family owns the business.
I take a long look at the two of them, take a sip of my drink, and say, ‘Oh really? I must have missed you at the last family reunion. By the way, I’m Theodore Company’s Name, nice to meet you.’
The look on their faces was priceless. They put down their drinks and just walked out.”
He Handled That Really Well
“My ex told me she was sick and couldn’t go out with me that night. Fine, whatever. Well, we had previously introduced her best friend to my best friend. For some reason, her best friend was mad at her that night and called me to tell me my GF was cheating on me with a guy named Mike. She even told me what street he lived on.
So I drive down this street looking for her (very unique, personalized license plate) car, but don’t see it. As I’m driving away, I notice there’s an alley behind the houses. Sure enough, there’s her car.
I go back to the front door and knock. Some dude answers and I ask, ‘Is Mike here?’
‘Yeah, he’s up in his room,’ pointing up the stairs by the door.
‘First door on the right?’
Then this dude just stands aside to let me in.
I walk up the stairs, open the door, and there’s my GF putting her shirt back on.
‘Hey guys, what’s going on?’
All she says is, ‘WHAT THE F*CK!’
The dude is still in bed under the blankets. She goes into crazy b*tch mode, asking me how I found her, and how I got in, while this guy keeps saying, ‘Dude, I did NOT know she had a boyfriend! Why didn’t you tell me?’ over and over (he was a ‘little feller’ and at the time I was in the Army and in the best shape of my life).
The situation was so f*cked up that I just had to giggle, but quickly returned to reality and walked out before I hurt someone. The roommate that let me in, even after hearing all the commotion, was sitting there playing PlayStation.
I nodded and said, ‘Thanks,’ as I walked out the door.”
That Came Back To Bite Her
“I once knew a girl who claimed to have brain cancer. She was always using it to get sympathy from others and free things, while at the same time drinking and partying. She would go to a party, do lines, and drink all night, and the next day complains on Facebook that her chemo was making her really sick that day. She would always use the ‘chemo excuse’ to mooch pot off of people as well. Basically whenever she wanted a free bar tab, or to get out of something her boyfriend wanted to do, brain cancer was her excuse.
So one night I am at a Halloween party and she is there. Using her fake brain cancer to get sympathy and free things from guys. She is sitting in the corner smoking weed, crying about how hard it is to have this kind of cancer, how much the ‘blast radiation’ makes her sick, and how each day is ‘a struggle.’ Anyway, she gets up to walk to the bathroom, and in her high, drunken state trips and falls.
Immediately a bunch of guys and her bf rush to her aid. ‘Sorry, a side effect of the radiation is loss of balance.’ This was the last straw for me.
I rushed over to her side and told her to stay on the ground, ‘I have first responder training, you’ve just fallen and your brain is in a very delicate state right now due to the blast radiation. Do I have your permission to help you?’
‘Yes please help me, I feel funny,’ she lies, loving the attention she is getting from the entire party.
I point to her boyfriend, ‘Call 911, we need an ambulance here now, explain to them that she is undergoing blast radiation for brain cancer, she has taken a hard fall and could have suffered a head injury.’
At this point, she starts to panic, ‘WHY ARE YOU CALLING 911? DON’T DO THAT! HERE LET ME CALL MY PERSONAL DOCTOR INSTEAD! DON’T CALL 911.’
I calmly tell her bf and the group of bystanders (our mutual friends) that she should go to the ER. Of course, he insists.
Long story short, the paramedics show up, we tell them what’s going on and they take her to the hospital in the ambulance. We all get rides to the hospital and are asked to sit in the waiting room because we are such a large group.
When the nurse finally comes out to the waiting room after her MRI to let us know that she’s fine, her boyfriend mentions brain cancer. The nurse, of course, is completely confused by this question.
The boyfriend prods for more info from the nurse and basically finds out in front of the entire group that she does not have brain cancer.
Everyone just got up and left, including her boyfriend.”
Why Are These Places So Dishonest
“When I was in college I had just gotten two new front tires for my car. A week later my back tire was punctured by a nail. So I went to the local tire shop to have it replaced.
Later that day they gave me a call:
Tire Shop: ‘The estimate to fix the puncture is X. Would you like us to repair it?’
Me: ‘Yes, please.’ It was a reasonable price.
Tire Shop: ‘Also, I noticed that the treads on your front tires look dangerously low.’
Me: ‘My two front tires?’
Tire Shop: ‘Yes. They are at two thirty seconds of an inch low. This is legally worn down and they should be replaced. I can do it today for X dollars.’
Me: ‘So you are telling me that my two front tires are dangerously worn down?’
Tire Shop: ‘Yes.’
Me: ‘The brand new tires that I bought last week?’
Tire Shop: ‘Oh…’
Me: ‘Forget fixing the puncture. I’ll be by in a minute to pick up my car.'”