The Day the Toilet Struck Back: One Patient’s Hilariously Petty Revenge on a Bad Psychiatrist
Therapy. It’s supposed to be a safe space—a refuge where you can lay your soul bare without fear of judgment, interruption, or (most importantly) urgent bathroom panic. But what happens when your psychiatrist is a nightmare and their office toilet is broken for weeks on end? One Redditor, u/MrCokeHead, decided to answer life’s most pressing question: What’s the pettiest way to get revenge on a therapist who has you running to Starbucks every week?
Let’s just say, this is a story where the bathroom truly becomes the battleground for justice.
Dr. Hag and the Case of the Dysfunctional Loo
Picture this: For five and a half years, our narrator endures the dubious care of a psychiatrist—affectionately dubbed “Dr. Hag”—whose therapeutic talents seem to range from “judgmental” to “actively damaging.” As the sessions grow more fraught, the office’s only bathroom joins the downward spiral. For over a month, the sole toilet is out of commission. Staff have the privilege of using a neighboring building’s facilities, but patients? Sorry, you’re out of luck.
Now, if you’ve ever had to leave a mental health session early because your bladder (or worse) demanded it, you know this is a special kind of suffering. Our hero was forced to make a mad dash—two blocks, every week—to the nearest Starbucks. “It’s an absolute miracle,” they marvel, “that there wasn’t an evil bathroom code lock on that door.”
To add insult to injury, requests to reschedule to a less… urgent time slot were met with a resounding “no” from Dr. Hag. So the cycle continued: therapy, panic, Starbucks, repeat—week after agonizing week.
The Last Straw (or, The Last Roll?)
Eventually, patience wore thinner than single-ply toilet paper. On the day in question, the urge struck late enough that our protagonist almost made it through the session. After a hurried goodbye, they planted themselves in the waiting room. The plan? Wait for Dr. Hag’s next client to settle in, then sneak back to the scene of the crime.
What followed was a symphony of petty revenge. In the words of the OP: “I went and took a monster shit in the broken toilet.” There was water in the bowl, so it looked like business as usual for the next unsuspecting user. But with no flush in sight, this “deposit” was destined to linger, a silent protest against weeks of neglect.
The beauty of the act? It was perfectly timed. With another client already in session, suspicion could fall on anyone. It was a whodunit for the ages, and Dr. Hag never asked any follow-up questions. The true hero in this story? The plumber, finally summoned to restore order (and sanitation) the very next week.
The Psychology of Petty Revenge
Let’s be honest: Is there a more satisfying way to force change than by making someone really confront the consequences of their inaction? Sometimes, when you’re ignored, overlooked, or treated poorly, the only language that gets through is the one that stinks up the whole joint.
Petty revenge isn’t about grand gestures or elaborate schemes. It’s about justice served with a side of schadenfreude—and, occasionally, a lingering odor. Sure, it’s childish. Sure, it’s a little gross. But in the grand tradition of office pranks, middle school antics, and “I told you so” moments, it’s also pure, unfiltered catharsis.
This story also highlights a larger truth: When the people in power dismiss your basic needs—whether emotional or, you know, plumbing-related—you have every right to make your discomfort known. Sometimes that means speaking up. Other times? Well, sometimes it means leaving a little something behind.
What’s Your Petty Revenge Story?
So, next time you’re faced with a broken system (literal or metaphorical), remember: You’re not powerless. Maybe you don’t need to go nuclear—or, uh, biological—but don’t be afraid to stand your ground (or your porcelain throne).
Have you ever pulled off a small but mighty act of revenge? Maybe you left your boss’s coffee pot unwashed or “accidentally” forwarded an inconvenient email. Share your stories in the comments below! Who knows? You might just inspire the next great act of bathroom-based justice.
And Dr. Hag, wherever you are: Consider this a reminder to always fix the toilet.
What’s the pettiest revenge you’ve ever served up? Let’s get a flush of stories going below!
Original Reddit Post: Revenge for a broken toilet