Once, I made a twelve-year-old boy cry with the power of my sheer unpopularity.
I was in class, sitting in his seat before the teacher could come in. Then he comes in late, so I go back to my own seat, and he just stands there and stares at his chair. The teacher arrives and tells him to sit down, but he just stand there. The teacher repeats her commands at him for a while, and he keeps shaking his head no, and everntually breaks into tears, saying he's not going to go anywhere near a chair I've sat on. So he gets sent to the office and I delight in my new-found Unpopularity Powers. The end.