Hey Pandas, What Act Of Revenge Are You Most Proud Of? (Closed)

Neighbour called my kid the r- word so I signed them up on a few real estate agents so they'd get bombarded with phone calls to sell. Finally they caved and are now selling.

I was relentless bullied when I was 25 years old working for a Govt dept. This woman started her job a month after my initial start. She was jealous of me was determined to get rid of me by forming a clique with the other women & excluding me.

I was determined to stay since she was so adamant in making me leave. She finally resigned 4 years later & I resigned one month later.

The best revenge was this happened in 2005 & her real name is Karen! Imagine my delight when years later the bullying "Karen" jokes appeared. I thought wow, I may have encountered one of the very first Karen's! Ain't karma a b***h! 😁

An acquaintance through work had her 2 cats poisoned by her neighbour. My uncle filled the trailer with a little slurry from the farm next door and then with manure from the stables round the back. Dumped 4 trailer loads all around the neighbours house making sure the doors were not easily accessible. I sincerely hope he had one hell of a hard time clearing all that mess up. The rest of the neighbours also added to his woe by complaining about the smell to environmental health.

Once you subscribe to certain magazines it impossible to stop the junk mail they send ... it could wipe out a forest. About 40 years ago I started collecting all the mail I got from a company I'll call RD ( get my drift?) I didn't open any on it... all junk mail. After about a year I decided to put them all in a box, I took one of the pieces of junk mail and after sealing it up the box I glued it to the box. So now I have a box full of junk mail, from this one company, addressed to me. It looked perfect... I wrote REFUSED on the box and mailed it. The PO must have sent it back to RD because..... I never got another piece of junk mail from them again.

Back in college, when I was in the shower, my roommate quietly came into the bathroom and lowered a rubber monkey head on a stick, so that when I was done rinsing my hair and opened my eyes, I see this face staring back at me. I yelled and jumped back and grabbed the shower curtain. Nearly gave me a heart attack. So weeks later (I wanted to wait till he wasn't expecting it), I filled the cap of his shaving cream can with glitter and then went off to class. I felt such schadenfreude later to hear that he got up late, rushed to take a shower, got out of the shower still wet, went to shave and POOF! all of a sudden had glitter stuck all over him! He then had to get back in the shower, but couldn't get it all off, so he had to walk in to class late glittering with glitter all over him. Revenge was sweet!

I work as a School Based Outpatient Therapist in a couple of different school. At this particular school I had a partner that I treated as an equal despite different titles and education levels. She was my right hand man and I could always count on her for an open minded perspective. The school counselor at this particular school would always talk down to my partner which made me a little upset and upset my partner almost as much. I decided I would have a little fun with the school counselor. I knew where she ran her small groups and what routes she would take to get there. I purchased a bottle of Liquid A** (think terrible fart spray) and would bomb her route and hit right outside her classroom for the better part of a school year. My partner and I would make sure we were able to see/hear the reactions of the school counselor and the kids. Only myself, the school principal (I was a guest in his school and wanted to make sure this would be considered okay and harmless), and my partner were aware of this. Be nice to everyone you meet. We are no better than anyone.

Many moons ago, my now ex-husband divorced me and married my best friend. I burned his personal pilot's log book, which I was told was a really bad thing to do. Oh well............

living well after my degenerative disease started to advance in my 32nd yr of marriage. up until then my then husband had been the same as he had been throughout the years. but, the day he saw me in a wheelchair for the first time he walked away embarassed to be seen with me. i left a few years later. still not in a wheelchair - only use it when i need to and very rarely. meanwhile, he is living his life and i guess he is happy. the person he hooked up with (unbeknownst to me towards the end of our relationship) kind of concerns me, though. it's because he is diabetic and i made sure he tried to eat properly, etc. turns out he drinks heavily, eats wrong and so far has had to have a finger amputated due to the disease. you can't spend over half your life with someone and still not care but i also know that i can't do anything to stop his self destructive ways...and i don't think his new squeeze will do anything as she is more concerned with being amiable and possibly holding out for his long awaited inheritance from his dad.

my friend i was crushing on started ignoring me so now im making his nicer, older brother a scarf. and im ignoring him back.

i hid a remote controlled thing that made cricket noises in my coworkers office and would hit the chirp button to annoy her and man did it annoy her to the point of using bug bomb in her office i would wait a day or 2 after the bug bombs and start chirping again
i also put a fake parking ticket on her car that made her cry

While living overseas, I had the misfortune of working with a particularly unpleasant individual (I wouldn't call it a "person"): a liar, a backstabber, a mouth, and worst of all, a filthy chain smoker. (Additional, it was the type that would spread its legs for anything with a d~~k, a different boyfriend every week.)

My background is in business and tax law. I kept track of where that mouth worked (main job and side jobs) and the mouth's claims of income. When the mouth returned home (the same country as me), I reported the undeclared income which that mouth never admitted to. I knew the law on reporting income earned overseas, which resulted in a HUGE tax bill for the mouth (many thousands $$$).

I made sure the mouth knew it was me, which enraged it even more. And since what I did was perfectly legal, there was nothing the mouth could do in revenge (not to mention being 10,000km away).

I transferred to a different work location. One of the techs was a bully and would openly insult his peers. He was surprised that I am always ready to respond to this sort of stupidity. I fed remarks back to him. After a few years he upped his game and my response was what I thought minor. He went out on stress for six months. At the end of that he applied for a o six months which was denied. He decided to retire. He told the boss, who later told me that the guy was unhappy that I always had comebacks for his stupid remarks. He was also going to sue me for harassment! I laughed heartily explaining that I would relish a lawsuit and after my testimony which would have made his complaint irrelevant, he would then be hauled away in hopefully a straitjacket, never to be seen again.

My story starts in first grade. I was outside at recess walking along the edge of the school playground. A girl from my class ran up behind me and pushed me into a big mud puddle. I was covered in mud. The teacher tried to help clean the mud off me, but it was a major mess. Fast forward to fifth grade. I walk out of the school at the end of one day. That girl is standing at the top of the concrete steps that go down the hill to the street. I ran up behind her and pushed her hard and she went crashing down the steps.