Provoked
I was 16 and working my first job at Wendy’s. One of the older guys there was Native American, had been in the Vietnam War and knew a lot of martial arts. We were friends, but horsed around a lot at work.
One day, knowing full well this dude could fight, I lurked around a corner, and when he walked by, I faked a jab at his head with a mop handle. He had me on the ground bleeding in under a second, I didn’t even see what he did!
He immediately started apologizing, the manager ran back to the dish room to see what happened. I flat out lied to the manager. Told him I slipped on the wet floor. My friend was trying to explain, and I just kept telling him to shut up every time he opened his mouth.
Totally wasn’t his fault, I caused it, and he had a family to support. The manager kept trying to get him to admit what happened, but I would not let him speak. I didn’t give a crap about that job, they could fire me and it was no big deal.
We ended up going out for beers after work and laughing about it, but he had busted my nose and given me 2 black eyes so fast I never saw it coming. Story credit: Reddit / Demonae