I was five months pregnant when I started feeling sharp stomach pains. I was scared, so I drove myself to the ER.
I called my boss and explained. He didn’t believe me.
“You’re faking it. Don’t bother with a doctor’s note—I know what you’re up to.”
At the hospital, a doctor walked in and said something really weird.
“Ma’am, I know this might be alarming, but there’s a man outside claiming to be your father. He’s demanding access to your medical records.”
I froze.
“My father died a year ago.”
Suddenly—BANG!
The door flew open. My boss stormed into the room, red-faced, screaming,
“SHE’S FAKING IT! SHE’S NOT PREGNANT! DOCTOR, CALL 911 NOW!”
Then my husband ran in. He shoved my boss away and yelled,
“You’re going to pay for this!”
My husband called 911, and the police showed up. They arrested my boss on the spot.
Later, it came out that he’d been hiding fraudulent accounting records at work. He was fired and had to leave the country to avoid charges.
Karma. Served. Cold.
