I’ve been lurking here for a bit, enjoying reading the posts of various people’s malicious compliances when I saw a few posts that suddenly reminded me of a story my dad told me back was I was about 8 or 9. My dad has always been the kind of person that does EXACTLY what you told him to (malicious compliance, of course) as well as a pretty funny, all-out friendly guy. So the story is set probably right around 1987, something like that, when he’s eating dinner with his mom, dad, sister, and quite possibly his older half-sister as well.
via @notiun
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