Hey Pandas, Have You Ever Gotten Revenge On Someone Secretly? (Closed)

yes.

Oh you want details? Er no, that's incriminating. Let's just say do not f**k with the IT guy. We can see the logs.

Someone was stealing labeled lunch from the community work fridge. We all knew who it was. For revenge we baked a batch of brownies but instead of using real chocolate we used chocolate laxatives. Thief ate half the plate (which said "do not touch" in big letters on it) and then suddenly had to go home for emergency because he pooped his pants.

Welp....idk if this counts as a revenge but it was fun. Some guy I had a huge crush on rejected me in a very rude manner. I respect if you don't return the feelings, like whatever, but involving all my friends and spreading rumors and just being an a-hole?? Rude. So long story short I had a glow up over summer, came back town and saw him, he caught feels, led him on for several months and rejected him the same way he did to me (a bit less extreme ofc)......felt good.

In 1990 I was working graveyard as a cashier in a 24 hour full grocery store, while attending fulltime College classes in the mornings right after work. Has a friend who couldn't get an apartment and asked of I would put in a good word with the property manager. I happily did and he got the apartment right below mine by chance. A few months later he takes to blasting his new 4' tall speakers in the late afternoon when I'm sleeping. I pleaded with him to please keep it down but the last time I did so he opens the door, looks me up and down like I'm some worthless malcontent that he might get an infection from and says, "Sucks to be you." Then closes the door in my face. Our friendship of 13 years came to an abrupt end. Now 1990 was before the internet was out for the general public. Stores carried a lot of magazines and catalogs. The one I worked in had a full 24' aisle filled with them. I spent a few days on my lunch breaks collecting the subscription cards from every magazine and catalog that had them, which was most. I then spent a week filling each one out to his name and address checking the 'Bill Me Later' option on each card. Mailed them off in outdoor mail drop boxes over the next week. I found out 25 years later that it took him over a year of frustration to get that mess fixed. No regrets.

My step father was a mean, abusive, pervert. I would spit on his toast if I had to make him something to eat .A passive agressive action that made me feel a little better about having to deal with him.

I used to date this guy in my 20s. We met a "friend" of him, she was giving me cold looks. Figured out he was dating us both at the time. In my 30s I met him (fortuitously) at a bar, and I happen to meet his girlfriend! I knew it was my moment. I managed to tell the girl that's amazing that she is so open minded, because haha we know how he is, and to let me know if she wanted to have some fun *wink wink*. She stormed on him, he then storms on me. 100% worth it. Delightful revenge.

I owned a faithful Border Collie years ago , he would usually stay rigid by my side when I took him out for walks. On return from a walk one summer evening I stopped to chat to a neighbour and the dog trotted off on to another neighbours property down the street.
The dog cocked his leg up against a tree on this guys lawn as he emerged from the side of his house, seen the dog and took a running kick at poor doggo.
I apologised to the nasty neighbour as I comforted the dog but he would not have any of it , threatened the dog , and me if we ever went near his property again.
Remembering about revenge being best served cold, I waited a full year , got out of bed at 2 am and poured industrial weed killer around his lawn.
It looked a mess a week or so later so he had the whole lot dug up in preparation to lay new turf.
This also got the 2am treatment

My brother had some serious mental issues, but back then parents just didn't know what they know now and thought certain behavior as just something kids would grow out of. He was about 16 when I was 9. He used to really hurt me sometimes and my parents would always play it off as sibling roughhousing. But it wasn't. He pushed me into traffic once and I almost got hit. He pushed me out of a treehouse, hit hit me so hard he almost broke my jaw, he set fires and got into drugs very young... it was really abusive. They sent him to therapy but in the meantime I was getting hurt a lot and I was scared to tell because he would threaten me. So I broke up a glass once and put the shards in his face cream he used every night for acne. Cut the s**t out of his face and hands. They were mostly small cuts so they healed but oooo he was hurting for a few days. I know it was drastic but I didn't know what else to do. I felt like I needed to scare him. When he found out it was me he threatened to tell and I told him if he did that next time i'd put it in his food. He never really physically hurt me again after that and anytime he did I did something like that. He cut my hair off once so I put a sheet of thumbtacks sticking up in his pillow case. He eventually stopped simply because I was going to retaliate and finally figured out it wasn't worth it. Sometimes with a violent person the only way to get through is with violence. Therapy never really helped him and my parents tried, but never really were able to get through to him. But they definitely didn't protect me enough so I don't feel bad about what I did. I wish I wasn't put into the position of having to do it.

I am actually dubious about posting this, but what the Hell. My husband and I both worked for Ringling, and, became very good friends with an elephant handler. Let me state vehemently, that the elephant trainer NEVER abused any animals. Nor would her tolerate it. Anyway, another elephant handler decided that I belonged to him! It didn't matter that I was married. As soon as I told the animal trainer what was happening, he fired him, and had him trespassed off Ringling property. That made it MUCH worse. He would come pound on our door, yelling that I needed to come with him because he loved me more than my husband ever could. One night, Joe, who was also a Golden Gloves boxer, followed him to our place. He warned the stalker he would regret it if he didn't stop. He didn't. Then he mysteriously disappeared. As in, clothes left behind, gone. Never seen or heard from again. Joe would never tell us what happened. Just said it was best if we never knew. I still wonder to this day, but have accepted that I will never know.

This was around 8th grade, a few years ago. I really liked this one guy who I shared art class with. I’d talk about him with this one girl who I was friends with. One day, she gets mad at me for whatever reason and screams to the whole hallway that I like this guy. Thank god that he wasn’t there. What do I do? I get the quiet girl who knows everyone’s secrets to dig up some dirt on this girl. Turns out that she was cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend! I tell the boy, and he breaks up with her and she gets a bad rep around school. A bit extreme, but was pretty satisfying for all the manipulative stuff she did to me now that I look back.

Once a neighbor in our apartment building took our clothes out of the dryer and threw them on floor. I was there just a few minutes after timer went off, so I think this was pretty uncalled for. I saw they had almost ninety minutes on their load, so I just opened the dryer door a crack. When you do that the dryers stops, but the timer doesn’t. Yep, I’m cold like that.

Not me but a friend's story--he used to work at Best Buy, and a really rude customer came on. the conversation consisted of her being mean, and he put her on hold for thirty minutes, took his lunch break, came back on, apologised for the wait, and promptly put her on hold for 10 more minutes, then hung up on her.

I'll caveat this very old tale with, this was a 'friend' who may or may not have got revenge on a cheating partner by getting duplicate car plates made up off a mate in a garage, scanning the company decals on her company car and making copies, getting another friend to hire the exact model of car she drove, put it all together with a cheap blonde wig and following her route to the guy she was cheating on a few minutes behind her accelerating through every speed camera they could. Each offence worth 3 points on your licence..apparently :)

I temped as an admin asst for a real a**hole. My agent knew how bad he was & had to bribe me to take the gig. One of the obnoxious things I was expected to do was make him breakfast. I used to rinse his spoon in an unflushed toilet right before I gave him his meal.

I studied at the same uni as my older sister. A guy she was into ghosted her and she was pretty upset. About a year later that same guy started chatting me up and I strung him along and then ghosted him. :-) don‘t mess with sister.

A while ago when I was ~12. For context, We had some house rules (obviously) and the ones that are important for this story are 1. If you leave trash (chip bags, candy wrappers ect.) out, you have to clean for 30 minutes, and 2. Over the summer, you have to read for an hour a day. (It was summer at the time) I left out a chip bag on accident, and my little brother, (who was around 10 at the time) being my little brother, ratted me out for it. His mistake however, because I knew he had been lying about reading an hour a day for the past couple of weeks. I think you know where this is going. My little brother never knew I ratted him out. He just thought he got caught not reading. Yea he had to do a lot of reading. I was an evil little kid.

i am not a vindictive person but i do have a list of names to give to karma. i have discovered over my 60+ years that it is best to just hope to be around to witness said karma take action. and, yes, it usually happens. however......

when i was in my early 20s and newly married, we were asked to house sit and dog sit for my bestie. we were happy to do this. at the time, i got one evening off from my work and had told my new hubby that i was going to make a great dinner for us. a couple of hours before he got off work he called and said he had been asked to go for a beer after work; could i hold off dinner for an extra hour? told him no problem and set dinner for 7pm.

seven o'clock rolls around and no husband. 8 rolls around - still no husband. then 9; then 10. meanwhile, i had eaten dinner, wrapped his up and put in the fridge, and settled down with the dog for the evening all while doing a slow burn. actually, it more because he could have at least called and said he was staying later than just his not showing up. (i never have been the kind of gal that would not want him to hang with his friends but i do want him to be considerate.) he finally rolls in around midnight, being driven by his friends because he was three sheets in the wind.

now, my bestie had a waterbed. we get into bed and then i realize i 'just can't get comfortable' so i was changing positions, causing the waterbed to react as if there is a tsunami. and, yes, he got sea-sick and spent most of the night in the bathroom.

so, that is the only time i can remember actively doing something for revenge.

I made a roasted chicken and all the trimmings for dinner. We ate at 5pm when husband got home from work. This evening he was late and I assumed he had to work late so the rest of us had dinner and I fixed a plate for him and put it in the oven to keep warm for him. He strolled in at about 10PM with the explanation that he had been at a bar with his work friends and he was hungry! I told him that anyone who is dumb enough to sit in a bar that serves food and not even have a hamburger was beyond stupid and that he was SOL because there was nothing left of the dinner that we had. So he goes to the fridge and pulls out whatever he could find and had ate...moldy cold Spaghetti-O's and whatever else was in there that was beyond use. He never suspected that a chicken dinner was in the oven and I never told him. I was waiting for him to puke but he didn't..sad.

My brother was violently attacked by two local boys because he wouldn't give them a cigarette that he was smoking. My parents were the local go to people if anyone was in need, we had even taken in an ex gang member at one point. Well he came to visit and I may have mentioned who had attacked my brother. A couple of days later one of the boys was 'missing' and the other one was in coma. Don't mess with the family that everyone goes to for help. People will repay the favor anyway they can.

Not secretly, but boooy do I have a story for you! At a summer camp, we were playing this game where you had to find a person to tag. I go to hide and this group of boys comes up and we agree to team up. One kid said “show me who you need to find and I’ll tell you if I see them.” Me being dumb and unsuspecting, I am like “sure!” I didn’t ask to see who they were trying to find. Five minutes later I am chasing the kid I need to get, he turns around the corner and there are the boys who I made a deal with, what do they do? They tag me! I was super ticked off and I had my friends help creep him out. We would walk by and say weird things such as “wait isn’t that illegal?” And I’d respond with “only if you get caught!” We also gave them a letter on the last night that said “don’t go to sleep we know where you live.” Then we had the other group of boys go in their room in the middle of the night and mess up the whole room it was amazing.