They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but we always found that we like it freezing, with a side of pettiness for that extra delicious flavor. And we’d love to share what that’s like with you, Pandas.
That’s why we’ve collected some of the spiciest stories of folks getting justice against entitled strangers, as shared by members of the extremely popular r/pettyrevenge online community. We hope you’re taking notes because this is how you put people in their place—with a dash of style and a whole load of creativity. As you’re scrolling down, don’t forget to upvote your fave stories.
#1
This happened a while ago, but, I just found this sub, so here goes. I used to live on the 3rd floor of an apartment that had its laundry in the basement. Which means 4 flights of stairs for me, no elevator, and I have a newborn so I'm washing quite a bit. So we have cubbies in the laundry room for our soap and stuff. I've lived there a year and never had an issue leaving my soap down there. Apparently, some new people had moved in that were using my soap. When I realized it, I left a note asking that they stop. Nothing. They kept using. Okay. Now I'm pissed.
I got 2 bottles of soap. A blue colored one. And clear colored one. Marked the bottles CLEARLY that they belonged to me (so they couldn't accidentally say they thought they were theirs) filled the blue soap with blue Rit dye. Filled the clear soap with unscented bleach. And waited....
Didn't take long. The next morning I hear screaming coming from the laundry room. 4 floors up I heard it. I waited a while and ventured downstairs. In the laundry room I found a bunch of wet clothes in the garbage that were bleach stained. 4 days later I saw a young man get into a car with a blue stained t-shirt.
Touch my f**king stuff.
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#2
I was contacted by an obvious scammer the other day.
They asked for $160 and I went along with it.
I Got their Cashapp and sent them 1 dollar instead of $160 lulling them into a false belief that they are smart and I am dumb.
They were all like "lolol wrong amount but I got the dollar you sent, you can send me $159 and it will still be fine"
So I typed in $159 on Cashapp then pressed "Request" instead of "Send"
Pretty sure they didn't read it. They definitely just clicked "accept" instead of "decline" and I proceeded to block the lowlife scammer $159 richer
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#3
I was travelling from Edinburgh to London by train and had a booked window seat with a table.
I got on the train to find four guys sitting at the table. The one in my seat (that was clearly marked as booked) refused to move as he was with his friends and the train was packed. The ticket collector passed and I asked him to help.
He asked the guy to move but he refused and somehow that was that.
'So what now?' I asked.
'You can find another seat but I have no power to move him, only the police [can] move him and they will not turn up just to move someone out of a seat.'
There were no seats free in the carriage and probably not many free on the train so standing to London was a possibility.
'I'm going to take a seat in first class.'
'You can't sit there, you don't have a booking.'
'Well, you could call the police to move me but apparently, they won't turn out to move someone out of a seat.'
I had a lovely trip with power for my laptop and a wide comfy seat.
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The r/pettyrevenge subreddit is legendary by this point. More than a decade old, the community has grown to a whopping 3.7 million members since November 2012. The online group is so big that it’s very likely you've seen at least a few members’ posts on your social media feed at some point in your life.
It’s easy to see why people enjoy the sub so much. There’s drama! Often, there’s a lot of humor and lots of surprise twists. But above everything, there’s a deep sense of satisfaction that you get when you see justice being done.
Aye, they might be small victories, but they’re victories nonetheless. It’s stories like the ones in this list that prove that there can be some fairness and balance in the world after all. But it takes some courage and imagination to fight for it.
#4
When my kids were preschoolers, we spent every summer morning at the pool. I had a bag full of toys that I took with us so that they could keep themselves amused.
In July, a mom and her preschooler started coming to the pool. My kids were cool sharing their toys, since this kid had none with him. Cool, that is, until after about two weeks, [when] he started demanding my kids' special toys that they were playing with. The entitled mom looks up from her book and starts berating my children for being mean and not sharing. She tells them to give their toys to her son.
I reached over and took her book. When she asked me what on earth I was doing, and told me to give it back to her, I responded with her own words. 'Why was she being so mean? She should share.'
She lost her mind. I just kept on responding that what is good for adults is good for kids. So if she believes my kids are not entitled to the private use of their own property and are mandated to share with others, then she believes the same goes for her. She couldn't have it both ways. I asked her to choose a way she wanted to live. She packed up in a huff and we never saw her again.
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#5
I have a sensitivity/intolerance to most meats. Red meat is the worst, and beef is particularly bad. Doctors recommended I try to get my protein from alternative sources if possible, so I’ve happily been a vegetarian since I was 13 or so.
When I was younger, my aunt did not believe the doctors, and thought I was just being fussy. We come from a meat and potatoes town, so she had plenty of friends backing her up on this. This is the same aunt who convinced my parents I was faking asthma (turns out, I wasn’t...shocker), and also refused to get her own daughter glasses because she thought she just wanted them for attention (she later discovered her daughter’s eyesight was atrocious... another shocker, I know).
The whole family regularly had dinner together, taking turns hosting. When it was my aunt’s turn to host she assured me my burger was meatless. As you probably guessed, it was not.
I was starving that night and gulped down my (beef) burger first. My aunt was smiling, and I thought it was simply because I liked her cooking. Looking back, I realize her little smirk was because she thought she had caught me in a lie or achieved whatever her end game was.
Well, a few minutes passed and I got that familiar, unpleasant feeling in my stomach. It was then that I realized what she had done, and why she was smiling.
When I eat meat, I almost always get sick. I just can’t hold it down.
So, when it came time to kneel before the porcelain throne, I decided to stay put. I instead took aim at my aunt, who was seated beside me at the head of the table.
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#6
So I'm leaving the grocery store recently and loading the items I purchased into my vehicle when I notice an entitled woman (EW) nearby. She's on the phone and has her empty shopping cart in front of her.
I finish loading my groceries and put my cart in the designated place like a decent person, get in my vehicle and begin to move forward when I see EW lightly shove her shopping cart in my general direction. It stops in front of my vehicle, blocking my path, but EW is already marching back toward her own vehicle, completely oblivious. I'm angry but try to keep my cool.
Me: Excuse me, could you please move your cart out of my way?
EW: (on phone) Hold on, someone is bothering me. (To me) Move it yourself, I'm busy! (goes back to talking on the phone)
Me: (internally) Oh, hell no!
I put my vehicle into park, get out, and do as she suggested — I move her cart. Right behind the vehicle she's getting into.
But I'm not done, because I'm fuming now. I take the entire line, train, whatever you call it of about 15 more carts that were in the little cart docking area nearby and slowly shove it over behind her vehicle. I separate a few from the line and begin putting them around her vehicle in a sort of semi-circle before she notices and starts getting out.
EW: (on phone and agitated) I'll have to call you back. (to me) What the hell do you think you're doing?
Me: I moved your cart like you wanted me to. (shrugs shoulders) Turns out I had so much fun, I guess I just got excited and moved a few more.
EW: Move those out of my way this instant! I'm in a hurry!
Me: Move them yourself, I'm busy!
EW: (unintelligible scream)
She tries to shove one of the carts my way but I drive away from that section of the parking lot too quickly. I can see her literally shaking her fist at me when I look in the rear view mirror. I smile and drive on
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It’s not just strangers that can slight you, however. Even the people you spend so much time around, your coworkers, can end up hurting you. Things can get quite messy, emotionally, when you realize that you’re up against a bad manager or a boss who has it out for you.
It’s up to each one of us to decide whether we ought to try and seek justice (cough that’s just a fancy name for revenge cough) against someone who has wronged us, or to embrace what’s happened and move on with our lives.
As we’ve covered on Bored Panda before, living in anger wreaks havoc on your quality of life. It can lead to various digestive issues, cardiovascular problems, and even metabolic diseases. Constant anger affects our physical health, not just our emotional and mental wellbeing. So there’s something to be said for learning to ‘let go’ in those cases where seeking justice is either improbable or too costly. Meditation, mindfulness training, exercise, and therapy are some of the tools that can help you manage your anger.
#7
Lad at work just eats everyone’s treats. Tomorrow will be a surprise for him
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#8
My roommate enjoys nice long showers in the morning using all of the hot water. I realized that he literally jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom when he hears my alarm. I started putting my alarm on silence for a while and this was working well enough but I still missed my morning shower several times because of their unreasonable long showers. So I just started moving to two alarms one alarm about an hour and a half before I normally get up. This has caused him for about two weeks now to get up really early run the hot water out and be out with enough time for it to be warm again. Small victories are nice.
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#9
I live in a college dorm on an all-female floor. I usually wear a bra if leaving the dorm building, but I'm not going to put on a bra under my shirt just to walk down the hall to the bathroom.
A few days ago, I left my room and walked 10 yards down the hall to the water fountain, refilled my water bottle, and went back to my room. I was wearing a white tank top and no bra (the tank top was fitted but not see-through, so you could only see the outline of my nips). There was a small group of people hanging out in the hall outside a few of the rooms, but I didn't think much of it... until around half an hour later, when I got a knock on the door from one of the girls I'd seen in the hall.
She said something to the effect of 'Hey, so sorry to ask you this, but if you go out into the hall again could you put a bra on? My boyfriend's out there and he was staring a little, so... I'm super non-confrontational, so I was like 'Yeah, sure, sorry about that!' and for the rest of that night, anytime I left my room I put a bra or sweater on.
And that was the end of it. Or so I thought.
The next day, my roommate told me she'd overheard the girl telling a few of her friends about the incident while in the bathroom. She said the girl was making it sound like I'd been purposely trying to seduce her boyfriend, wearing basically nothing, taking my time at the water fountain, posing to push out my tits, the whole works. When she left the bathroom, my roommate said the girl was actually acting it out at the water fountain, pretending to be me.
That night, I passed the girl and some of her friends on my way to go brush my teeth (I wasn't wearing a bra, I was already in pajamas). The girl looked pointedly down at my chest and all of them started giggling.
But the last straw was when the entire dorm got an email from the RA yesterday, saying she'd gotten some anonymous complaints about people dressing inappropriately in the hallways and asking that we all just make sure we're keeping things covered up.
So here's where I got my petty little revenge:
I knew that the girl's boyfriend doesn't go to college here (the girl and I were in the same orientation group and chatted a bit back then). I also knew that due to the pandemic, we aren't allowed to have non-student/family guests in the dorms this year.
So I used the same anonymous complaint form to issue a complaint about people bringing their off-campus boyfriends into our dorm and them not wearing a mask (masks are mandatory in the hallways, although not frequently enforced.)
This morning, the RA emailed again saying that due to anonymous complaints, they'd be enforcing the no off-campus guests rule by checking IDs of unfamiliar guests to make sure they were students from then on.
Really, this girl should be thanking me. If she was concerned about her boyfriend seeing the vague outline of my tits in the dorm hallways, she no longer needs to worry!"
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Recently, Bored Panda had gotten in touch with Sam Dogen, the founder of Financial Samurai and the author of the bestseller Buy This, Not That, for his take on dealing with poor managers, letting go of anger, and how to actually get the best workplace revenge if you’re out of alternatives.
"The best way to deal with a bad manager is to sit down with them in a one-on-one setting and share with them how their actions make you feel. Be calm and point out examples of where their actions made you feel uncomfortable," Dogen told us.
"The manager may simply not be aware of how their actions are causing distress to you and other employees. In a private one-on-one setting, it's a safe place where the manager should feel less threatened," the expert told us. "Once you make a person see the other side, most reasonable people should be able to make adjustments to improve the work environment."
#10
Friday night I came home from work to find someone on our block was having a large party and someone decided they were entitled to park in my driveway.
Keep in mind my driveway is a single car width lined with a retaining wall on both sides and a garage at the end. Essentially impossible for a tow truck to come pull them out without property damage.
Seeing this and the lack of street parking I took this as a cue to park right behind them in my driveway. Now a few hours go by and their entitled parker is now knocking at my door demanding I move my car so she can leave. Seeing as they were demanding, I informed them that I had been drinking and would not move my car.
The Entitled Parker then decides to call the police to get them to force me to move. When the police knocked on my door, I was sure to grab a beer from the fridge before I answered to talk to the officer.
I had informed him that after I got home I was unwinding and had been drinking and was in no shape to drive. At this point their hands were tied because they couldn’t tow her car out, I’m in no shape to drive, and I’m legally parked in my driveway.
I ended up telling the Entitled Parker that since it is a long weekend I would be on a weekend long bender and they could come move my car after I go to work on Tuesday.
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#11
Last week, I was out and about, making a start on some errands I had. As I was walking, I was going through my long to-do list in my head. So I wasn't frowning, I wasn't smiling. My face was just in neutral.
A man starts heading towards me. As we pass, he tells me, "Smile, it could be worse."
I stop, stare at him for a moment, and then I say, "My parents were in an accident. My mum died on impact. We're turning off my dad's life support tomorrow."
The guy looked like a robot being suddenly shut down. His face fell. He looked like a deer in headlights. He stuttered and stammered. He was obviously trying to think of something to say, and when he couldn't, he turned around, and speed-walked away.
My parents are both fine. There was no accident. But it annoys me when people think they have the right to dictate how people are feeling and what expressions they make, especially when they don't know what is going on in their lives. It's unhelpful and patronizing. Imagine telling somebody who was just been given a terminal diagnosis, "Smile, it could be worse." Or somebody who has lost a child, been laid off, or is otherwise struggling and in a terrible situation...?
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According to Dogen, it’s useful to try and put yourself in your boss’ shoes and see things from their perspective. "Understand that bosses also have tremendous stress placed on them by their bosses. The higher you go up the corporate ladder, the more pressure there usually is. The key is to understand all the reasons why the boss is acting the way they are," he told Bored Panda during an earlier interview.
"Sometimes, the boss may not be pleasant due to personal issues at home that are carrying over to the workplace. Other times, bosses just need to be heard," he said.
The expert revealed that there is a powerful way to get back at a boss who has really wronged you. But that’s left for extreme cases when things are really getting out of hand. “The best way to get revenge is to go to a competitor, and plant a virus in the organization that destroys it from within!"
#13
Saw a couple who had filled their trolley with toilet roll arguing with an elderly couple who had asked for one packet because there wasn’t any on the shelves and they’d ran out. These 2 were a right piece of work and being quite abusive to the elderly couple. I went over to the elderly couple and told them to finish their shopping and that I would come and find them. They go off and arsehole couple carry on what they’re doing. When their backs are turned I grab 2 packets out of their trolley, go and find the elderly couple and give it to them. I then went and found a shop assistant and told them about arsehole couple being abusive to the elderly and when they get to the checkout their trolley is taken off them and they’re escorted out by security. This has made me extremely happy.
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#14
This girl I used to go out with is still using my Netflix and that's cool. She's watching Scandal and is currently on S7E12. Series finale is S7E18. Guess who's changing her password as soon as she gets to episode 17? Yep, it's Petty Labelle
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#15
Some years ago we had some new neighbors move in next door. Nice enough people but we had a problem with them. The husband traveled a lot and his wife was afraid of just about everything, the dark, thunderstorms, you name it. The problem was the flood lights over their garage doors. She would leave them on all night, every night, even though you couldn't see them from inside of their house. They were positioned such that they would shine into our bedroom at night. We were not able to block them effectively with our curtains. We asked them politely several times if they could turn them off at night since they served no effective purpose. They adamantly refused. I offered to pay for a timer that would control them. No way they would consider it. I thought about taking the bulbs out, shooting them out with my pellet gun, etc. The solution that I arrived at was to simply loosen them up enough that they wouldn't come on. Since they couldn't see them from inside the house it was about 5-6 months before they realized that they were not working. They screwed them back in. I waited a couple of weeks and unscrewed them again. Another few months went by. Finally, one day, my neighbor asked me if I ever had any trouble with my outdoor lights. I told him yes, as a matter of fact I did. I said that they would loosen up occasionally and I would have to retighten them. I blamed it on vibration from the traffic on our street. He said that he had the same problem. I told him that I finally just gave up and left them off. He eventually did the same. We were happy with the final outcome and we were able to keep peace in the neighborhood.
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#16
So this morning, traffic is totally backed up due to a fender bender at a construction zone. Karen decides to blast by everyone in the left-hand only turn lane and force her way in up front. She has an older Ford SUV, covered in dents and road rash. Lots of middle fingers and horns express their displeasure at her move. She ends up right next to me.
I hatch my evil plan.
I roll down my window and honk at her. She ignores me. So, I wave at her nicely and point to her back tire. Then I motion to her to roll down her window.
'Your tire is really low! You might want to pull over to the gas station and put some air in it! Here, I'll let you in front of me!'
She smiles, says thanks and pulls into the gas station.
I drive off as she's getting out to check her perfectly fine tire. The gas station exit is right where the accident was, it probably added 20 minutes to her commute to pull in there and try to get back out.
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#17
I've been working at a Subway restaurant for the past two years from the end of high school through my first year of college. I take classes in the morning and afternoon so when I work it's usually a closing shift (only working 15 hours a week, full-time student). The only issue is that I close by myself so it really toys with my anxiety whenever I get a rush, or can't finish certain duties by a certain time, etc. So by the end of the night, I'm usually so out of it mentally and just want to get home ASAP (we close at 10).
So tonight I was closing like usual, and I really wanted to get home as early as I could to finish an assignment due at midnight. Of course, with my luck, it turns out to be one of the busiest nights we've had in a while because they recently sent out coupons for BOGO footlong after 4 p.m. So by the time 10 rolls around I'm f**king finishing up the dishes, cleaning the line, counting the bread, wraps, bowls, etc, and I go to lock the door at 10 and as I'm turning off the open signs, a guy walks in and I tell him 'Sorry, we're closed.'
He wittily responds: 'Then how'd I get in here?'
I respond: 'I was walking to lock the door right now, you have to leave sir.'
Him: 'No, I want a sandwich.'
At this point, I'm just thinking if this guy's ballsy enough to tell a business worker to stay open after hours because HE wants service, then idk what he could do. So I decide to make him his sandwich to just make him go away.
He proceeds to take a good two to three more minutes just staring at the menu, omg I was fuming, every dagger imaginable coming from my eyes was hitting his stare. I make his sandwich then we move to the POS/cash register. I go to put in the sandwich, tell him his total, and he pulls out a $50 dollar bill. HOLY SH*T I get so f**king excited because we can't accept bills over $20 and I pray he doesn't have any other method of pay. I tell him the bad news, he of course gets angry saying to break it anyway, well good thing I just dropped most of the money from the register into our safe before I went to lock up, so I literally couldn't give him proper change for the $50. I explain it to him as I slide his sub to the side where he can't reach it and he just leaves in a fit of rage. I proceeded to then take that sub home and eat it whilst finishing up my assignment and turning it in on time.
Honestly, if he wasn't such a commanding douche I would've just given him the sub and told him not to worry about it. But if you're gonna force me to do my job past our posted hours and be a [jerk] about it, you're not getting a break."
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#18
I own a big house. I am talking old Victorian type that I restored. An older couple moved in across the street this summer and started b**ching about everything I did. They didn't like the siding I was having put on, my front door color was ugly, they hated all the different colored flowers I planted. They didn't like the idea a of a young, single woman living in a house I clearly couldn't afford. They actually told me that.
I tried to ignore them until Christmas. I put up lights and a few blow ups but nothing the other neighbors don't do. This couple started b**ching right off. Christmas offended them. I just smiled and added more. At this moment my house can be seen on Mars. To add to the petty I told the neighbor next to me and he told another and then another. You get the picture.
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#19
I’m a flight attendant for a major airline and the entitlement I encounter is [wild].
This week, passengers were boarding the flight as usual: large roll-on bags on top, personal items underneath their seat. Then this lady comes on and half-asses her roll-on into the overhead bin. I mean, this bag is halfway sticking out from the bin.
So we make an announcement: 'L & G, please make sure your bag is properly placed in the overhead bin, this flight will be full and if the bag does not fit as we are closing bins, it will have to be checked.'
I can see the lady and she looks at her bag and stares out the window again. A second and third announcement are made, just for her. I can’t stop the boarding process to talk to her directly so whatever. I would have to deal with her bag at the end of boarding.
True to our word the flight is completely full and so are the bins. I approach her luggage and of course, the bin does not close. I ask the general area whose bag I was holding as it does not fit as it's placed.
'That’s my bag, but there are people's backpacks up there, ask them to put them under their seat so you can make it fit. Also, there’s a jacket behind my bag, my bag always fits up there,' she says.
There’s nothing behind her bag. It’s too long and won’t fit perpendicular to the aisle and the bin is full so I can’t place it in sideways. So I tell her this and ask what her final destination was so I could check it there.
She refuses to tell me, again repeating to 'make it work, do your job.'
She refuses to tell me, again repeating to 'make it work, do your job.'
We are approaching our departure time so I’m already flustered with this lady. I said: 'I’m sorry, I can’t make it work. This bag needs to be checked. We made several announcements over the last 15 minutes and you had plenty of time to get your bag stowed properly. People have as much right to access these bins as you do so I can’t force passengers to bring down their items to accommodate yours.'
So I asked her again, what her final destination was. She ignored me and stared out the window. 'Ma’am?' No answer. 'Ma'am?' Nothing.
Fine. I take the bag down and hand it to the agent. What’s the final destination he asks. Our flight was headed to Chicago. I paused. 'Lubbock.'"
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#20
My ex broke up with me just about a year into us dating. In hindsight, she was awful but I was blind to it all. She broke up with me over the phone, which seemed a little informal from all the time we spent together. Fast forward a week after that, several individuals connected to her, but not each other, confirmed she was in fact seeing another man. I didn't confront her about it, because I realize that things just don't work out sometimes. It was just the way she went about it that irked me. I'm old enough (late 30s) to accept that people are just a**holes, but I also felt like she was getting away with something without feeling even a bit of remorse (the breakup was the only contact, no calls or texts occurred after that over a year ago)
I remembered for Christmas that I bought her (us) a really expensive couples massage spa package because she would always say how she wanted to do something like that. I had purchased some big package from a local place that cost roughly $600. I obviously didn't have the certificate with me. I decided to go to the spa and make up a story of how I lost the certificate. I showed them the receipt (always keep those!) and showed him my credit card charge. They wound up reissuing me a gift card, and canceling the other.
That was over a year ago and frankly I forgot about it. Today I get a call from her (first contact in a year since breaking up) and she's screaming at me over the phone that the gift certificate is no good and the spa place accused her of "stealing" and what a POS I was for reporting it to be such. (I called the guy, he said he told her it was reported stolen) I just politely explained I didn't think she was deserving of it and if she really wanted to, she could just have Mark (dude she was bangin') pay for new one. I then hung up. Gonna make an appointment to use that card with my new GF soon.
Mission accomplished.
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