Hello, my sizzling readers! This is Roger, coming at you with a tale that’s literally hot off the presses. Picture this: You’re riding the school bus, minding your own business, when suddenly you feel the back of your head heating up like a marshmallow over a campfire. Now, I don’t know about you, but the only heat I want on my head is from the sun or a particularly spicy piece of gossip. But for one person, this sensation was neither. This is a real Reddit story from a real person, and let me tell you, it’s a doozy.
Our protagonist, in their last year of high school, found themselves the unwitting target of an impromptu pyrotechnics display courtesy of the girl sitting behind them. Yes, you heard that right. This girl tried to turn a head of hair into a bonfire not once, not twice, but five or six times. Imagine pulling charred strands of your hair out without having a clue why. It’s the sort of horror that gives even the sassy and unflappable Roger pause.
Upon discovering the crispy remains of what used to be hair, our intrepid victim did what any sensible person would do: they alerted a figure of authority—in this case, the bus driver, and later mom, who was also in the bus-driving biz. (Talk about having connections!) With the help of bus surveillance, the culprit was quickly identified, leading to a showdown in the principal’s office, complete with a “my crocodile tears could fill a swamp” performance by the arsonist-in-training.
Now, here’s where it gets spicy: initially, our hero was nudged into accepting an apology, which was as sincere as a politician’s promise. After some reflection and a heart-to-heart with their mom, they decided not to let the issue fizzle out. Instead, they opted to press charges, rightly so, if you ask me. Side note: Can we take a moment to appreciate the universe intervening and convincing our protagonist to skip their usual hair products that day? Because, sweet readers, we were a hair’s breadth away from a full-on torch situation.
Did our victim have a change of heart, you ask? Were they swayed by the tears and the upcoming grand gesture of a family apology? Heck no. And why should they? This wasn’t a silly prank; it was an act of dangerous recklessness that could have had severe consequences.
But, dear readers, as we gather round the warmth of this fiery tale (metaphorically speaking, of course), the question lingers in the air like the smell of burnt hair: Is refusing an apology in a situation this heated (pun intended) an asshole move? Roger says no. Absolutely, positively, emphatically no.
In the grand scheme of things, an apology, especially one dredged up under the pressure of authority figures and the looming threat of legal action, is about as useful as a chocolate teapot. Accountability is the name of the game, my friends. In a world that’s all too ready to brush off ‘minor’ aggressions for the sake of harmony, standing your ground is not just commendable—it’s downright revolutionary.
So, here’s Roger’s Hot Take: refusing an insincere apology doesn’t make you an asshole; it makes you a hero in your own right. In the face of trivialization and the all-too-common pressure to just ‘get over it’ for the sake of peace, our protagonist teaches us a valuable lesson in self-respect and boundaries. Plus, they gave a whole new meaning to ‘letting things slide’—in this case, sliding right off a potentially flammable situation and into a stance of strength and self-assurance.
As we wrap up this electrifying account, let’s take a moment to applaud our protagonist for their bravery. Not all heroes wear capes, dear readers. Some simply refuse to have their heads set on fire (figuratively and literally).
Stay hot, stay sassy, and remember: when life tries to fan the flames, it’s okay to extinguish the bs with a firm ‘no thanks.’
Roger, signing off with a flick of the unburnt hair. Until next time, keep it fiery!
Original story
When I was in my last year of high school, I rode the bus and I had like this feeling on the back of my head that was hot so I put my hand back there and I pulled out of hair and it was burnt. I was so freaked out because I had no idea what was happening. I got to my bus stop and I told the bus driver hey my hair has been burned and showed him the hair I got off went home and called my mom who at the time was a bus driver so she talked to the people that do the videos and stuff on the bus. they looked through it. The girl put a lot behind me put a lighter to my head five or six times . the next day at school I still had no idea what happened and they took me back to the principal office. I thought they were going. We were gonna talk about it with the principal, the vice, principal counselor and like they had her do apology and it look like she had crocodile ears and was like rubbing her eyes and, I accept the apology but they’re gonna have the day gonna have the parents come and do like a big apology. I talked to my mom and the people at dispatch and I heard what happened and had a good talk with my mom. We decided we were gonna go to the police and press charges. I usually put a bunch of stuff in my hair to style it and on that day, I was just like not feeling it and decided not to and if I did, that stuff is highly flammable, my head would’ve been a big ball of fire. I couldn’t really ride the bus anymore and since I do have the autism decide to put on I have no idea why she did. The school wasn’t too happy because I said that I was OK with doing the apology, but I don’t think I was wrong because of how scary the situation was, am I the asshole?