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<h2>Rules are meant to be broken!</h2><p>Most of us usually just follow the rules of our schools and jobs without ever truly thinking about why they were ever put in place. While most rules are usually for safety and security purposes, every once in awhile someone tells you a rule that makes you wonder...how did this ever become an issue?</p><p>When a recent<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/es1gaf/what_rule_was_implemented_because_of_you/"> Reddit </a>user asked, &quot;What rule was implemented because of you?&quot; rule breakers and rule innovators were definitely ready to share. Did you cheat the system so hard that someone had to change the structure of the game? Relish in your legacy, rebels!</p><h2>1. Uh oh, &quot;Chem-Freak.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Bus drivers should check the seats on the bus for sleeping children before locking them and leaving them in the parking garage.</p> </blockquote><h2>2. Avoid big flames, &quot;psilome.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>At Boy Scout Summer Camp, as a Scoutmaster. &quot;No campfire flames higher than 24 inches.&quot; Turns out that if you make a five foot tower out of ONLY the 1/4&quot; dowels from small American flags, you get a straight and narrow column of flame about 30 ft high. I was the Clark Griswold of scoutmasters.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>3. Marbles are dangerous, &quot;stoic_mintoaur.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Marbles being banned at my elementary school.</p> <p>I vaguely remember the convoluted rules we had for playing marbles in 3rd grade, but one that was written in stone was that if you lost a game, you had to throw away a marble of your own. This often drew a crowd of participants eager to get their tiny hands on a free marble.</p> <p>One day, I lost a game and was forced to throw a marble away (we called it &quot;scrambling&quot;). I had stupidly agreed to offer up as ante for the game my prized &quot;boulder&quot;, a heavy marble with intricately woven colours that was about the size of a golf ball.</p> <p>When it was time to throw it away, a large crowd of kids had gathered, impatiently jeering me to toss it and start the melee. I took one last look at my boulder and, in a surge of 8 year old rage, launched it with all my strength.</p> <p>I still remember it gleaming against the deep blue sky as it left my hand. It sailed. Flew over the group&#39;s head, their mouths agape in amazement. It flew until it struck some poor blond kid in the head, who was just walking along kicking dandelions, totally oblivious to the incoming projectile.</p> <p>It hit him <strong>hard</strong>. To this day I still recall the way his head snapped back in Zapruder-like fashion. He dropped instantly, like a bag of old socks.</p> <p>We all scattered to the four corners of the playground as teachers ran to his side. The following day a letter was sent home to every parent, banning all marbles.</p> <p>Poor Blondie McMarblehead (I forget his name, this was 32 years ago) was off school for about a week.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>4. Oops, &quot;APBanditsTN.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>After having my two front teeth replaced...</p> <p>Band director: &quot;Okay. I never thought I&#39;d have to say this, but wrestling is not allowed in the band room&quot;.</p> <p> </p> </blockquote><h2>5. No trench busting, &quot;Evilzonne.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>In my sophomore year of high school during the short World War I unit, the sophomore history teachers had an event where we went out to the football field and played one flag capture the flag using dodgeball rules. One team had the flag and had &quot;trenches&quot; made of football training equipment and the other team had to charge across no man&#39;s land and touch the flag to win. Occasionally the teachers would call out a gas attack and everyone would have to don paper bag &quot;gas masks&quot; or they were out.</p> <p>I had the genius plan of charging the main &quot;trench&quot; directly without a dodgeball to try to neutralize it to help my team. I handed my ball to a classmate and instead wielded a cardboard trench shovel I had made that morning, and then put on my &quot;gas mask&quot; ahead of time.</p> <p>When it was time to go over the top, I barreled towards the main trench (think that one Battlefield 1 trailer where the British soldier does the same thing with a club, but this was two years before that game came out). I miraculously was never hit on my way to it and slammed into that thing with all of my might, taking it down, knocking a couple other kids over, and knocking myself out for a few seconds in the process.</p> <p>The teachers thought it was hilarious but they quickly had to implement a &quot;no trench busting&quot; rule after someone else tried to replicate my antics during the next round. Unfortunately as far as I&#39;m aware that was the last year they did that event.</p> <p> </p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>6. Nice, &quot;darybrain.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Used all of my annual leave in the summer in one block. A combination of public holidays and my annual leave allocation meant that I could take all of August off. More importantly, I switched off my phone. After two years of doing this the vacation rules were changed so that people could only take a maximum of two weeks in one block. My chiefs just didn&rsquo;t want to deal with all the shit that would come my way for that long</p> </blockquote><h2>7. Aw, &quot;ben24campbell.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>So my company pays for my food when I travel, which is awesome. I was fairly new to the job at the time, so I went to a lovely Nordic restaurant for brunch in Oregon. I ended up getting drunk on some delicious mimosas, (paid for on a separate tab), and $25 worth of food. I was drunk, and my server was awesome, and ended up tipping him 100%. A couple days later my boss calls me and asked me &ldquo;why the FUCK did you tip $25?!?!&rdquo; Shortly after that, the company sent out an email to everyone with a strict 20% tip policy.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>8. Sad! &quot;B4nn4B0y.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Not me but my mom. Back in the 80&rsquo;s my mom was the definition of a coupon queen. She would browse every newspaper, pamphlet, etc to find grocery store coupons to this particular chain near her house. Back then, there was no &ldquo;limit 1 per customer&rdquo; rule for the coupons so my mom would chain together multiple coupons for practically everything. It got to the point where she would have so many discounts and cash back that she would get all her groceries for free, and the store would have to pay her money for the cash back rewards. After a few times doing this the store finally implemented a &ldquo;limit 1 per customer&rdquo; rule</p> </blockquote><h2>9. This makes sense, &quot;tent_mcgee.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>No drinking before the company Christmas party. This was for a restaurant.</p> </blockquote><h2>10. Church definitely needs more wine, &quot;mr_sto0pid.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>The church I used to go too now locks its wine bottles in a cabinet because I chugged a bottle.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>11. Yoga can get scary, &quot;allicatmarie.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Gave myself a concussion in a college yoga class by having my mat too close to the mirror/ballet bar. It&rsquo;s now a department rule that you can&rsquo;t be next to the mirror while stretching or doing yoga/Pilates. It&rsquo;s been 7 years.</p> </blockquote><h2>12. Amazing, &quot;jesst.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Not me but my dad. My dad and his friend streaked through the school and then ran through a meeting. There apparently was not a &quot;no streaking rule&quot; so they only got in trouble for skipping class. When I went to school there 20 years later there was a no streaking rule.</p> </blockquote><h2>13. Damn, &quot;Strict-Pineapple.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>In my first year of university I took philosophy as an elective and our professor said on the first day that he was easy going and didn&#39;t mind if assignments were late and wouldn&#39;t dock points. I turned all 8 papers he assigned in to him the day of our final exam. True to his word he graded them all fairly and didn&#39;t deduct points for lateness. I took a class with him the next year and on the first day he said that due to past events he&#39;d accept a late assignment only with a note from a doctor or if someone died while making eye contact with me.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>14. Bummer! &quot;AreYouALavaBeaver.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Not me, but my dad. In 1967 he was hit by an ice cream truck in the small town he lived in and the mayor (a close family friend) made it illegal for ice cream trucks to operate in the town. It&rsquo;s still illegal and I have friends that still live there that whine all summer about the lack of trucks. If they only knew...</p> </blockquote><h2>15. Slacker&#39;s perks! &quot;Slugtime.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Teachers should never have a final test worth almost all of your grade. I&#39;ve had it happen twice in school that I never did any homework but aced the test and passed my class with a B, then next year teacher would update the syllabus to say &quot;And if you do literally no homework you still don&#39;t pass&quot;.</p> <h2>Not recommended, does not work every time.</h2> </blockquote><h2>16. Sorry about those squirrels, &quot;That_one_Ace.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>If you happen to go to girl scout camp, the rule &quot;if you shot it with your bow and arrow, you have to dispose of the body&quot; is because of my horrible archery skills. Sorry in advance.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div><h2>17. Show your soul, &quot;velvety-tears.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>-Coloured contact lenses were banned from my school because the teachers couldn&rsquo;t see my soul. ( I have no idea what they meant and still don&rsquo;t )</p> </blockquote><h2>18. Bug spray also works, &quot;undefined_protocol.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Girls were required to wear pants instead of shorts at girls camp.</p> <p>...because my mom saw how many mosquito bites were on my legs after I got back from scout camp.</p> </blockquote><h2>19. Genius, &quot;JessRoyall.&quot;</h2><blockquote> <p>Students are not allowed to throw money into the crowed as a part of their speech. Students are also not allowed to have someone else or a group of students throw the money for them.</p> <p>I ran for treasurer of my student council when I was a JR. I threw money in the crowd. I won. They made the 2nd part of the rule. In my SR. year I ran again. Had my friends throw the money for me. I won. They added the second part of the rule.</p> </blockquote><div className="ad-splitter"></div>

19 people share rules that were created because of their laziness, thoughtlessness, and bad behavior.

Rules are meant to be broken!Most of us usually just follow the rules of our schools and jobs without ever truly thinking about why they were ever put in place. While most rules are usually for safety and security purposes, every once in awhile someone tells you a rule that makes you wonder...how did this ever become an issue?When a recent Reddit user asked, &quot;What rule was implemented because of you?&quot; rule breakers and rule innovators were definitely ready to share. Did you cheat the system so hard that someone had to change the structure of the game? Relish in your legacy, rebels!1. Uh oh, &quot;Chem-Freak.&quot; Bus drivers should check the seats on the bus for sleeping children before locking them and leaving them in the parking garage. 2. Avoid big flames, &quot;psilome.&quot; At Boy Scout Summer Camp, as a Scoutmaster. &quot;No campfire flames higher than 24 inches.&quot; Turns out that if you make a five foot tower out of ONLY the 1/4&quot; dowels from small American flags, you get a straight and narrow column of flame about 30 ft high. I was the Clark Griswold of scoutmasters. 3. Marbles are dangerous, &quot;stoic_mintoaur.&quot; Marbles being banned at my elementary school. I vaguely remember the convoluted rules we had for playing marbles in 3rd grade, but one that was written in stone was that if you lost a game, you had to throw away a marble of your own. This often drew a crowd of participants eager to get their tiny hands on a free marble. One day, I lost a game and was forced to throw a marble away (we called it &quot;scrambling&quot;). I had stupidly agreed to offer up as ante for the game my prized &quot;boulder&quot;, a heavy marble with intricately woven colours that was about the size of a golf ball. When it was time to throw it away, a large crowd of kids had gathered, impatiently jeering me to toss it and start the melee. I took one last look at my boulder and, in a surge of 8 year old rage, launched it with all my strength. I still remember it gleaming against the deep blue sky as it left my hand. It sailed. Flew over the group&#39;s head, their mouths agape in amazement. It flew until it struck some poor blond kid in the head, who was just walking along kicking dandelions, totally oblivious to the incoming projectile. It hit him hard. To this day I still recall the way his head snapped back in Zapruder-like fashion. He dropped instantly, like a bag of old socks. We all scattered to the four corners of the playground as teachers ran to his side. The following day a letter was sent home to every parent, banning all marbles. Poor Blondie McMarblehead (I forget his name, this was 32 years ago) was off school for about a week. 4. Oops, &quot;APBanditsTN.&quot; After having my two front teeth replaced... Band director: &quot;Okay. I never thought I&#39;d have to say this, but wrestling is not allowed in the band room&quot;.   5. No trench busting, &quot;Evilzonne.&quot; In my sophomore year of high school during the short World War I unit, the sophomore history teachers had an event where we went out to the football field and played one flag capture the flag using dodgeball rules. One team had the flag and had &quot;trenches&quot; made of football training equipment and the other team had to charge across no man&#39;s land and touch the flag to win. Occasionally the teachers would call out a gas attack and everyone would have to don paper bag &quot;gas masks&quot; or they were out. I had the genius plan of charging the main &quot;trench&quot; directly without a dodgeball to try to neutralize it to help my team. I handed my ball to a classmate and instead wielded a cardboard trench shovel I had made that morning, and then put on my &quot;gas mask&quot; ahead of time. When it was time to go over the top, I barreled towards the main trench (think that one Battlefield 1 trailer where the British soldier does the same thing with a club, but this was two years before that game came out). I miraculously was never hit on my way to it and slammed into that thing with all of my might, taking it down, knocking a couple other kids over, and knocking myself out for a few seconds in the process. The teachers thought it was hilarious but they quickly had to implement a &quot;no trench busting&quot; rule after someone else tried to replicate my antics during the next round. Unfortunately as far as I&#39;m aware that was the last year they did that event.   6. Nice, &quot;darybrain.&quot; Used all of my annual leave in the summer in one block. A combination of public holidays and my annual leave allocation meant that I could take all of August off. More importantly, I switched off my phone. After two years of doing this the vacation rules were changed so that people could only take a maximum of two weeks in one block. My chiefs just didn&rsquo;t want to deal with all the shit that would come my way for that long 7. Aw, &quot;ben24campbell.&quot; So my company pays for my food when I travel, which is awesome. I was fairly new to the job at the time, so I went to a lovely Nordic restaurant for brunch in Oregon. I ended up getting drunk on some delicious mimosas, (paid for on a separate tab), and $25 worth of food. I was drunk, and my server was awesome, and ended up tipping him 100%. A couple days later my boss calls me and asked me &ldquo;why the FUCK did you tip $25?!?!&rdquo; Shortly after that, the company sent out an email to everyone with a strict 20% tip policy. 8. Sad! &quot;B4nn4B0y.&quot; Not me but my mom. Back in the 80&rsquo;s my mom was the definition of a coupon queen. She would browse every newspaper, pamphlet, etc to find grocery store coupons to this particular chain near her house. Back then, there was no &ldquo;limit 1 per customer&rdquo; rule for the coupons so my mom would chain together multiple coupons for practically everything. It got to the point where she would have so many discounts and cash back that she would get all her groceries for free, and the store would have to pay her money for the cash back rewards. After a few times doing this the store finally implemented a &ldquo;limit 1 per customer&rdquo; rule 9. This makes sense, &quot;tent_mcgee.&quot; No drinking before the company Christmas party. This was for a restaurant. 10. Church definitely needs more wine, &quot;mr_sto0pid.&quot; The church I used to go too now locks its wine bottles in a cabinet because I chugged a bottle. 11. Yoga can get scary, &quot;allicatmarie.&quot; Gave myself a concussion in a college yoga class by having my mat too close to the mirror/ballet bar. It&rsquo;s now a department rule that you can&rsquo;t be next to the mirror while stretching or doing yoga/Pilates. It&rsquo;s been 7 years. 12. Amazing, &quot;jesst.&quot; Not me but my dad. My dad and his friend streaked through the school and then ran through a meeting. There apparently was not a &quot;no streaking rule&quot; so they only got in trouble for skipping class. When I went to school there 20 years later there was a no streaking rule. 13. Damn, &quot;Strict-Pineapple.&quot; In my first year of university I took philosophy as an elective and our professor said on the first day that he was easy going and didn&#39;t mind if assignments were late and wouldn&#39;t dock points. I turned all 8 papers he assigned in to him the day of our final exam. True to his word he graded them all fairly and didn&#39;t deduct points for lateness. I took a class with him the next year and on the first day he said that due to past events he&#39;d accept a late assignment only with a note from a doctor or if someone died while making eye contact with me. 14. Bummer! &quot;AreYouALavaBeaver.&quot; Not me, but my dad. In 1967 he was hit by an ice cream truck in the small town he lived in and the mayor (a close family friend) made it illegal for ice cream trucks to operate in the town. It&rsquo;s still illegal and I have friends that still live there that whine all summer about the lack of trucks. If they only knew... 15. Slacker&#39;s perks! &quot;Slugtime.&quot; Teachers should never have a final test worth almost all of your grade. I&#39;ve had it happen twice in school that I never did any homework but aced the test and passed my class with a B, then next year teacher would update the syllabus to say &quot;And if you do literally no homework you still don&#39;t pass&quot;. Not recommended, does not work every time. 16. Sorry about those squirrels, &quot;That_one_Ace.&quot; If you happen to go to girl scout camp, the rule &quot;if you shot it with your bow and arrow, you have to dispose of the body&quot; is because of my horrible archery skills. Sorry in advance. 17. Show your soul, &quot;velvety-tears.&quot; -Coloured contact lenses were banned from my school because the teachers couldn&rsquo;t see my soul. ( I have no idea what they meant and still don&rsquo;t ) 18. Bug spray also works, &quot;undefined_protocol.&quot; Girls were required to wear pants instead of shorts at girls camp. ...because my mom saw how many mosquito bites were on my legs after I got back from scout camp. 19. Genius, &quot;JessRoyall.&quot; Students are not allowed to throw money into the crowed as a part of their speech. Students are also not allowed to have someone else or a group of students throw the money for them. I ran for treasurer of my student council when I was a JR. I threw money in the crowd. I won. They made the 2nd part of the rule. In my SR. year I ran again. Had my friends throw the money for me. I won. They added the second part of the rule. 

Rules are meant to be broken!  Most of us usually just follow the rules of our schools and jobs without ever truly thinking about why they were ever put in place. While most rules are usually for safety and security purposes, every once in...

19 people share rules that were created because of their laziness, thoughtlessness, and bad behavior.

Rules are meant to be broken!

1. Uh oh, "Chem-Freak."

2. Avoid big flames, "psilome."