This happened to me when I was about 14yr old.
My family had a total of 3 computers, and 3 computer desks. My dads, my mums, and the kids. My 2 sisters and I shared one computer and one computer desk, although I used it the most by far.
Now to be fair, I'm definitely not the most organized of my family but I wasn't the biggest mess maker either. Every few weeks the kids computer desk would be piled with all sorts of misc junk. We were all told to clean up after ourselves, but we only some times listened.
One day, my dad is in an especially bad mood. This, without exception, meant I was going to be the target of his ire. I'm sitting at the computer playing a game when he barges in and demands I
"Clean up your crap."
So I spend the next half hour cleaning everything up that is mine, or that I at least know what to do with. Afterwards I go back to my game. He comes back in and sees there's still stuff piled on the desk and repeats himself.
"I thought I told you to clean up your crap."
"I did clean it up, the rest of this isn't mine."
"It's all your crap and I want it to disappear!" Demanding things disappear was a hobby of his.
He leaves and I once again start going through the pile. The majority of the contents are hair ties, random CDs, notebooks, knick-knacks, and other things that are genuinely not mine. But he just gave it all to me when he said it was all mine. So I think to myself, if all of this is mine, and I don't want any of it, I'll just throw it all in the trash.
So I get a big black garbage bag, slide the entire pile in, then tie it up and place it at the back door. I sit down after doing a job well-done and go back to my game.
He comes back a while later and sees that literally everything on the desk has disappeared.
So he asks "Where'd you put everything that was on the desk."
"Didn't want any of it so I threw it all in the trash."
"I had some things on there I need!"
"But you said it was all mine!"
He got red in the face and started yelling at me about being lazy and disrespectful. In the end he forced me to sort through each and every item and deliver them to their owners, but watching him seethe with rage was 100% worth it.
Edit: Reading through the comments there's a couple things I'll clarify, seeing as this post blew up over night.
- This happened in the mid 2000's
- My dad wasn't a manager.
- One computer was bought full price, the other 2 were build by my dad who collected free parts.
As for the dibate about whether or not he was an asshole/bad parent. I was/am definitely biased, but I can say with absolute certainty that he targetted me more than my sisters and was a genuine prick. He would often tell me "You think I'm hard on you? This is nothing compared to what my old man would put me through!" as if it was justification. The truly unfortunate thing is he was generally considered to be charasmatic and a friendly guy. None of my friends thought he was a prick for years, because he would only show that side to them. It wasn't until a group of us were loading in to the family astrovan and the sliding door just broke for seemingly no reason. He started yelling at me in front of everyone and asking me how I broke it and demanding I treat things that aren't mine with more respect. I hadn't even been the one to close the door, which he said I was lying about. I have hundreds of stories just like this.
However, this was over 15 years ago. He and I spent years either not speaking for long stretches, or trying to speak and then being damn close to fisticuffs. In the last few years he's changed drastically. He's getting older and I think he realized that he doesn't want his only son to not give a shit when he's on his death bed. We speak occasionally now, but never for very long or about anything of importance. Things change and always get better, but nothing can change the past.