# Dan Made Him Drive Back to the Office, So Dan Got the Malicious Compliance Special

Here’s a guy—let’s call him Not-Dan—who works property management in NYC, which is already a job that requires the patience of a hostage negotiator and the reflexes of a day trader. His gig: time-sensitive sign-offs in the Department of Buildings portal. Boring? Absolutely. Critical? Also absolutely. So naturally, his boss Dan—Dan, of course it’s a Dan—decides to share his login credentials instead of, I dunno, letting the company set up a proper shared mailbox like a place that’s seen the internet before.

Not-Dan’s cruising along, everything’s fine, when suddenly Dan—computer illiterate Dan, as one commenter put it, Dan, Dan, the computer illiterate man—changes the password without telling him. Mid-deadline. Mid-portal. No heads up, no memo, just a little “surprise, you’re locked out.” So what does Not-Dan do? He complies. Maliciously. He doesn’t scramble, doesn’t panic-call IT, doesn’t chase Dan down the hallway like a man whose life depends on it. He just… stops. And Dan has to drive back to the office to sign off himself. On his own time. In traffic. In New York. Which is basically a punishment from Dante.

The comments section is chef’s kiss—someone notes that at least Dan was a drivable distance away, because imagine if this guy had to fly back on his own dime. (Dan would deserve it, but still.) Another redditor points out that shared logins make IT guys sad, security guys sad, compliance teams sad—basically everyone except Dan, who apparently lives in a world where passwords are a social construct.

The real lesson here? Don’t lock your employees out of critical systems and expect them to move mountains. They’ll move mountains, sure—right back to your car in the parking lot. Not-Dan didn’t sabotage anything. Didn’t break protocol. He just followed the rules so hard they bent back on themselves like a boomerang made of pure spite. Dan got a nice drive to think about why shared logins are a cry for help, and Not-Dan got to clock out knowing he’d won without throwing a punch.

That’s not malicious compliance. That’s just compliance with excellent comedic timing.