Campus sprint, eight minutes to the final, zero scantron. Panic. Our hero bolts into the bookstore, grabs the 20-cent savior, only to face a cashier wielding the $10 card minimum like a battle axe and slapping his hand away from the penny tray.
Instead of raging, he vanishes, returns with $200 in random pens, highlighters, and the world’s loneliest stress ball, pays, signs, then sweetly returns every single item except the scantron. Petty revenge perfected, justice served ice-cold.
College student outsmarts power-tripping bookstore clerk with $200 fake purchase then returns everything except a 20-cent scantron.




















Dealing with the campus bookstore clerk from hell is basically a rite of passage, right up there with 8 a.m. lectures and group projects with that one guy who only communicates in memes.
What makes this story so satisfying isn’t just the revenge, it’s how perfectly it exposes the weird little power dynamics that pop up when someone gets a name tag and a register.
On one side, you can almost understand the clerk’s position: stores hate tiny card transactions because they get dinged with fees. But a $10 minimum on a debit card? That’s actually against Visa and MasterCard merchant rules.
On the other side, blocking a “take a penny, leave a penny” tray defeats the entire purpose of its existence.
It’s like putting out a cookie jar labeled “Free Cookies” and then slapping people’s hands. The real issue here is the flex: turning a 20-cent problem into a dominance display.
This kind of petty gatekeeping isn’t rare. A 2022 study published in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology found that people in low-power jobs sometimes over-enforce minor rules as a way to feel control.
Another 1994 study in Human Relations explored “petty tyranny” in organizations, describing how low-level authority figures often abuse minor power through behaviors like arbitrariness and belittling others, as a way to assert dominance in frustrating roles.
Researcher Blake Ashforth defined it clearly: “A petty tyrant is defined as one who lords his or her power over others.” It’s the ultimate low-budget villain origin story: a name tag becomes a crown when the real throne feels out of reach.
What ties this to our scantron saga? The clerk, perched behind that counter like a grumpy sentinel, wasn’t just enforcing policy, she was reclaiming a sliver of authority in a job that’s probably more about restocking shelves than ruling kingdoms.
Ashforth’s research highlights how these petty tyrants thrive on over-enforcement, turning a simple “no dimes” into a full-blown standoff because yielding feels like defeat. It’s a classic power play, lit by harsh fluorescents and fueled by everyday gripes, but it shrinks the world for everyone caught in the crossfire, especially a student racing against the exam clock.
The healthier move (for everyone’s blood pressure) would have been flexibility: let the kid grab two dimes, sell the scantron, wish him luck on the final.
Instead, the clerk escalated, OP matched the energy with legendary patience, and we all got a story that still makes strangers cheer years later.
See what others had to share with OP:
Some people criticize the clerk for blocking the take-a-penny tray when that’s its purpose


Some people love the petty revenge and think it was the perfect response






Some people are shocked that students have to buy or bring their own scantrons




Some people point out that minimum purchase amounts are not allowed for debit cards


Some people call out power-tripping behavior from clerks or campus authorities







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Some people ask practical questions about the situation




Years later, this story still slaps harder than ever. Was OP’s $200 fake shopping spree the nuclear option for a 20-cent scantron? Maybe. Was it also the most satisfying “play stupid games, win stupid prizes” moment in bookstore history? Absolutely.
Would you have kept your cool while your final ticked away, or would you have just begged a stranger for quarters? Drop your verdict and your own campus revenge tales in the comments!









