Patrick’s blood boiled as he glared at the girls in the luxury car, his fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t believe that these girls had come and stolen his parking spot just like that. It was an important occasion and he couldn’t afford to be late at all.
Determined not to let his anger get the best of him, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Recognizing that being rude won’t help, he gently asked the girls if he could have that spot as he had been waiting for it for the past 30 minutes.
But to his surprise, the girls only laughed and told him that they would move when they felt like it. Furious, Patrick realized that he had to take matters into his own hands and get his revenge on these ill-mannered girls.
Patrick was just an average man trying to provide for his family the best he could. Having been estranged from his daughter due to his divorce battle, he had been going through a lot for the past few years.
Today was his daughter’s 5th birthday and he had saved up for months to be able to have a family dinner with his little girl and his ex-wife in a fancy restaurant downtown. He had taken a day off work and had even rented a nice suit to surprise his baby girl.
Patrick worked as a construction worker and lived hand to mouth. However, when his baby girl had asked him to take her to a big fancy restaurant downtown, Patrick couldn’t help but make her wish come true.
He had put his extra shifts at work and had saved up for months to be able to book a private table with the best view for his little girl, his ex-wife and himself so they could celebrate Lily’s 5th birthday as a family.
Little did he know that being able to afford a table at the restaurant was going to be the least of his concerns about the ordeal. “No, no, no no, no”, Patrick shouted as he rushed to leave the house. He was in a panic as he couldn’t find his car keys and was late to his dinner reservation.
He couldn’t be late to such an important occasion! That was Patrick’s only thought as he rushed out of the house and got into his old beaten-up truck. He drove as fast as he could to the restaurant trying his best to follow the traffic rules but still reach the restaurant on time.
Patrick’s heart raced as he maneuvered the old truck through the bustling streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with every passing second. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he checked the time on the dashboard clock.
He was going to be late. But there was no turning back now. Not after all he’d done to make this day special for Lily. But as he finally approached the restaurant, its grand façade looming ahead, Patrick’s relief was short-lived.
Pulling up to the entrance, he rolled down his window and waved to the valet standing by, hoping to get some help parking. However, the young man glanced at the car, his face twisting in disdain.
Without a word, the valet turned his back and moved on to the next car in line—a sleek, shiny sports car that had just arrived. Patrick’s face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. It wasn’t like he could afford to tip anyway, but it still stung to be dismissed so easily.
As Patrick rounded the corner, desperately searching for the parking area, his heart sank at the sight before him. A sleek sports car was parked right in the middle of the narrow road, completely blocking his way.
He couldn’t believe it—how could anyone be so inconsiderate? The two girls inside the car were oblivious to the world around them, laughing and chatting as if they owned the place. Patrick honked his horn, hoping to catch their attention and get them to move.
However, the girls acted as if they hadn’t heard the horn at all. They continued giggling and chatting without a care in the world. Patrick honked again, more loudly and for longer this time. He was already at his wit’s ends, he couldn’t waste time on this right now.
But instead of the quick response he expected, the girls merely glanced in his direction, their expressions dripping with disdain. One of them, a blonde with perfectly curled hair, casually flipped him the finger, a smug smile curling her lips.
Patrick’s patience, already stretched thin, threatened to snap. He rolled down his window and leaned out, trying to keep his voice steady. “Excuse me, could you please move? I have an important dinner to get to.”
The girls exchanged amused glances, as if he had just told the funniest joke. The brunette, busy applying lipstick in the rearview mirror, turned to him with a haughty smirk. “We’re doing something important too,” she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
But it was clear they weren’t engaged in anything of the sort—they were merely touching up their makeup, giggling as they toyed with their reflection. Patrick’s frustration mounted, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Please, I really need to get through,” he urged.
The blonde tossed her hair over her shoulder, fixing him with a dismissive stare. “Maybe you should take that old junk car somewhere else,” she said, her voice icy. “This road isn’t meant for people like you.”
The words stung, cutting deep into the insecurities Patrick had tried so hard to bury. He felt a rush of anger, a fire burning in his chest at their entitled attitudes, at the sheer audacity of their behavior.
For a moment, Patrick considered confronting them, letting his anger spill out in words he would normally keep to himself. But then he thought of Lily, her hopeful eyes waiting for him inside the restaurant. He couldn’t let these girls ruin what little time he had left.
Swallowing his pride, Patrick forced a tight smile and put his car in reverse. He turned around and took a longer route to the parking area, each minute ticking away like a bomb set to explode.
His heart pounded with a mix of anger and stress—anger at the girls for their cruel indifference, and stress because he couldn’t find an empty parking spot in a packed parking lot . After what felt like an eternity, Patrick finally spotted a car pulling out of a space.
Patrick’s pulse quickened as the car ahead finally began to back out of the parking spot. Relief flooded through him, and he immediately signaled to claim the space. Just as he was about to pull in, a piercing roar filled the air—a sleek, red sports car zipped past him.
Patrick’s heart sank as the sleek, red sports car sped past him, cutting him off just as he was about to pull into the much-needed parking spot. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the brief relief he had felt evaporating in an instant.
The sportscar slid effortlessly into the spot he had been eyeing for what felt like forever. He sat there for a moment, staring at the shiny car with its tinted windows, trying to process what had just happened.
The sports car’s doors had swung open, and two young women from earlier emerged, their laughter echoing across the lot as they adjusted their designer dresses. Anger bubbled up within Patrick. These girls can’t be serious!
Summoning all the composure he had left, Patrick approached them. “Excuse me,” he called out, “I’ve been waiting for that spot for over twenty minutes. Could you please—maybe—find another spot? I’m already running late for a very important dinner.”
The girls turned to him, their laughter fading as they took in his appearance—his worn-out suit, his anxious expression, and his old, beaten-up truck. The blonde woman with oversized sunglasses perched on her head, raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Seriously? This is a public lot,” she added, her eyes rolling dramatically. “First come, first served, right?” Patrick felt his heart sink, but he tried to reason again.
“Please, it’s my daughter’s birthday. I just want to—” but before he could finish, the blonde laughed again. It’s not our fault you’re driving that piece of junk. Maybe if you could afford a decent car, you would have gotten the spot.”
The words hit Patrick like a punch to the gut. He opened his mouth to respond, but the brunette cut in again, her tone mocking. “Yeah, and that suit? Honey, you don’t belong here. This place is for people who can actually afford it.”
They both laughed, their cruel remarks echoing in his ears. Patrick felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, his face burning with shame. He stood there, speechless, as they sauntered off toward the restaurant.
Patrick stood frozen in the parking lot, the sting of the girls’ laughter still ringing in his ears. He felt small, insignificant—a grown hard-working man reduced to nothing by a couple of entitled strangers and a few cruel words.
Twenty agonizing minutes passed as Patrick circled the lot, his anxiety deepening with every second. He knew the clock was ticking, that his precious time with Lily was slipping away, yet he was powerless to stop it.
However, just when he was about to lose all hope, a car finally pulled out of a space near the far end of the lot. It wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have a choice either. Patrick parked the car and hurried toward the restaurant.
As he stepped inside, His eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for his daughter, and there she was—Lily, sitting at the table with his ex-wife, her tiny hands folded in front of her as she waited patiently.
His heart sank as he took in the scene—half-eaten plates, the remnants of a birthday cake, and Lily’s tiny party hat resting lopsided on her head. Lily’s eyes lit up when she saw him, and she greeted him with the pure, innocent joy only a child could muster.
“Daddy!” she squealed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his legs. His ex-wife offered a polite smile, but Patrick could see the tightness in her expression, the unspoken disappointment in her eyes.
Neither she nor Lily said anything about his tardiness, but their silence was deafening. He had promised a special night—a chance to be a proper family, even if just for a few hours. And now, all he had were the last fifteen minutes of their reserved time.
They tried to make the best of it, but Patrick couldn’t shake the dark cloud hanging over him. Lily chattered excitedly about her day, showing him the small gifts she had received, but Patrick’s heart wasn’t in it.
As the evening drew to a close, Patrick’s guilt hardened into a quiet, simmering rage. He couldn’t forget the mocking laughter of those girls, their cruel words. But now, as he watched Lily wave goodbye to him, a resolve began to form within him.
He had spent months saving up, working extra hours, all to give his daughter a special birthday. And those girls—those entitled, thoughtless girls—had taken that away from him. He couldn’t just let them walk away from this without any consequences.
A resolve had taken root inside Patrick, growing stronger with every passing second – he was going to teach those entitled girls a lesson! With a plan forming in his mind, Patrick exited the truck and started fiddling with the dashcam.
The girls had called Patrick’s truck a junk, but this old pick-up truck was actually his lifeline. In addition to his construction job, he often took on delivery work to make extra money. The truck was equipped with a good dashcam.
A necessity for late-night drives when he had to navigate through the city’s less savory areas, dealing with reckless drivers and the occasional drunkards. That dashcam had saved him multiple times by capturing incidents that could have easily turned against him if not for the clear footage it provided.
He grabbed his laptop and the dashcam from his truck, the memory card still warm from the drive. Patrick plugged it in, his fingers moving with purpose as he navigated through the video files. There it was—the footage from earlier that evening, clear as day.
The red sports car sped past his truck, cutting him off, and there in the corner of the frame, he spotted it: the license plate number. Patrick’s pulse quickened as he jotted down the number, his mind already racing with possibilities.
He opened his browser and typed in the number, his eyes narrowing as he scrolled through the search results. It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for—the car was registered under the name Bethany Harris.
With a few more keystrokes, he was on Facebook, searching through the profiles. There were dozens of Bethany Harrises, but Patrick was nothing if not thorough. He clicked through each profile, carefully studying the pictures and the information, until finally, one caught his eye.
There she was—the blonde from the parking lot, her profile picture showing off the same oversized sunglasses perched on her head, a smug smile on her lips. The confirmation sent a surge of satisfaction through him. He had her!
He clicked on her friends list, scrolling through the names and faces, searching for the brunette who had been with her. It didn’t take long. There she was—Alicia Smith, her profile picture showing her lounging poolside, cocktail in hand.
As he scrolled through Bethany’s Instagram, something caught his eye. It was a story, just posted, showing a selfie of her and Alicia sitting in the red sports car. The blonde’s smug smile was front and center, but it was what lay in the background that made Patrick’s blood boil.
The story was accompanied by a braindead text saying: “I couldn’t stop laughing at the truck driver behind me, who was honking like crazy when I took this selfie. I mean, it’s a free country, right? What an idiot! Know your place in society, loser! Hahaha.”.
Patrick’s anger boiled as he stared at the post. For a minute, he had considered taking it easy on the girls. But when he saw the post, he remembered exactly why he hated them so much. He was determined to teach them a lesson.
He spent the entire night working on his plan, pouring over every detail and making sure that everything was in place. Patrick was determined to see it through and he knew that he couldn’t afford any mistakes.
He had been preparing for this moment all night, gathering all of the information and resources he needed to make it a success. And now, as the sun began to rise on the new day, Patrick was more determined than ever to set his plan in motion.
He knew that this was it – today was the day that the life of these spoiled rich girls would drastically change. Patrick got up in the morning and left for work as usual. The girls had no idea what was coming for them…
Meanwhile, Bethany woke up that morning without a care in the world, unaware of the events that had taken place overnight. She followed her usual routine of sleeping in, watching her favorite reality show, and going for a jog before checking her phone or logging onto the internet.
When she finally picked up her phone, it was practically burning up in her hand. The screen was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of messages and texts, and she could hardly make sense of what was happening.
When she saw all the notification alerts on her phone and computer, she couldn’t help but get excited. Maybe she had finally gained some viral fame and people were paying attention to her because of something she had done.
However, she would later realize that this was nothing like she had imagined. In fact, it was the exact opposite. What she had initially thought was the start of her rise to fame and influence was actually the beginning of a nightmare.
As she logged onto her social media accounts and scrolled through the notifications, she realized that she had gone viral for all the wrong reasons. People were posting mean comments and mocking her. Even strangers were sending her messages full of insults.
It wasn’t just on one platform – it seemed like people were targeting her everywhere she appeared online. Bethany was shocked and confused, and she started to investigate what had caused this sudden surge of negativity.
Feeling sick to her stomach, she called Alicia and tried to figure out what was happening and why she was being attacked online. It wasn’t until she noticed that she was being tagged in the same post over and over that she finally discovered the cause.
As she read through the post, she realized that she was being linked to a video that had been shared online. Meanwhile, Patrick had been working for hours and decided to take a break. He was also eager to check on the status of his plan.
As he settled down, he grabbed his phone to check in on the rich girl. Did his plan work and did he finally get his revenge? He was burning with curiosity. When Patrick opened her social media accounts, he couldn’t believe it. The activity on her accounts was tremendous.
He hadn’t expected his video to go viral and garner thousands of views in just one night! Patrick spent his break scrolling through her account and the comments. But just as he was able to log out, he received a notification for a direct message.
He slowly read through the message and was almost impressed by what he saw. Bethany had managed to track him down on social media and was sending him multiple messages. It was clear that she knew he was the one who had posted the video of her online.
In the first few messages, the blonde woman asked Patrick almost too nicely to remove the video before anyone else could see it. Patrick was confused – was this really the same girl who had blocked his truck and refused to move? Maybe she wasn’t as terrible as he had thought?
For a minute he regretted what he did to her and started thinking over his actions. But as he took his time replying back, she changed her approach. Instead of asking for his help, she started to make threats about suing him for defamation.
“Ahh there she is again…”, he mumbled. Despite the fact that it was a terrible way of thinking, Patrick was relieved to find out that his first impression of her was still correct. Now he didn’t have to feel guilty about what he did.
Bethany, determined to save face, took to social media with a vengeance. She posted long rants, discrediting Patrick and claiming that the video was doctored to make her look bad. In her posts, she accused Patrick of defamation and threatening legal action against him.
The thought of being sued by someone as privileged and powerful as Bethany made Patrick’s stomach churn with anxiety. She had resources, connections, and the ability to make his life a nightmare. For a moment, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.
But just as his worry began to fester, something unexpected happened. The internet, which had been a source of dread, began to rally around him. Strangers from all walks of life started analyzing the video, dissecting every frame, and pointing out that it was indeed genuine.
People began sharing their own experiences of being mistreated by those more privileged. Comments poured in, not just on Bethany’s posts, but on Patrick’s as well. People offered words of support, telling him to stay strong and not to let her threats intimidate him.
Patrick had always believed that he was just a small, powerless man, living in a world where people like Bethany had all the control. But now, seeing the overwhelming support from strangers, he realized something profound—no one is truly powerless.
Patrick felt a deep sense of gratitude and empowerment. It wasn’t just about him anymore; it was about everyone who had ever felt small, dismissed, or powerless. The tables had turned, not just for him, but for everyone who had ever been made to feel insignificant.
As he returned to his daily routine, working hard to provide for his family, Patrick carried with him a newfound sense of pride and resilience. He hadn’t just stood up for himself; he had become a symbol of strength for those who felt powerless. And in that, he found a quiet, enduring satisfaction.