Turning the other cheek when someone wrongs you matters. But you know what else does? Thinking twice before being a jerk to other people. Nearly everyone has experienced the overwhelming urge to get payback and balance the scales of justice when someone has cheated, harmed, or insulted them.
Thanks to the Petty Revenge subreddit, people have a place to celebrate small victories over those who made their lives miserable. With 1.3M members and counting, this online community is packed with the weirdest and funniest acts of vengeance that beautifully illustrate how even the smallest crimes have consequences.
From getting back at annoying neighbors to putting entitled bosses right in their place, we wrapped up some of the wildest stories that reveal wicked levels of creativity. So continue scrolling and let us know which ones you enjoyed most in the comments! And if you're in the mood for some more retaliation goodness, take a look at our previous posts here and here.
#1
Take my parking spot?? What goes around comes around
This may be the pettiest thing I have ever done.
So in my city there is a pub that's attached to a doughnut shop that serves the best doughnuts in the city (which always causes a long line). Because its attached to a pub, it doesn't close shop until 9PM as there is a solid flow of business rolling in.
Anyway, my girlfriend and I get a serious hankering for some snacks so we decide to head to the doughnut shop and arrive out around 8:30 P:M by car. Now, there are only three parallel parking spots a little up the street from the place, and they are all 15-minute spots which are usually full. We see up the street that, count our lucky stars, a spot is free! My girlfriend pulls a little ahead of the car in front of the spot, turns on her indicator, and begins backing into parking spot when this little white vespa driving behind us whips into the spot. I roll down our window and call out to the driver "Scuse me, we were just backing in". The driver seems to be a pretty univ student who shrugs her shoulders and calls out to me "sorry, first come first serve!" while her and her friend share a good laugh.
My girlfriend suggests we just get doughnuts another time, and I tell her she can drop me off here, Ill buy the doughnuts since I know what she likes, and she can loop around. She agrees, and I pop out of the car, pass the little white vespa where the girls are still gathering their things, and head to the shop. As always, the line is super long for doughnuts and since this is the last batch, the doughnuts are slim pickins. The girls are behind me looking at the 5 or so different flavors that are left, talking about which ones are best and which they havent had yet. I hear one of them jokingly mention "thank god we got a parking spot" and they burst out laughing. I get to the front of the line, and when asked for my order, request two dozen doughnuts, which is every last one remaining. The girls behind me didnt listen to what I ordered, but eyebrows of confusion started to form on their faces and they slowly saw each doughnut loaded into the boxes and their options dwindle.
One of them (the driver) in desperation asked the baker who was loading them in "what, you're not even gonna save a few for us though?" to which I turned around and said "sorry, first come first serve". She honestly looked like she just simultaneously solved a movie mystery and s**t her pants, its difficult to put into words but truly an expression I can never forget.
Best doughnuts I ever tasted (and enjoyed by the rest of my office the next morning)
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#2
You say dogs barking is just what dogs do huh?
I had a neighbor that had a dog that I s**t you not, barked from bout 7pm til 5am NON STOP. They worked nights I believe. They kept it outside. I knocked numerous times, and they said: "Dogs bark, what do you expect?"
I had a neighbor that had a dog that I s**t you not, barked from bout 7pm til 5am NON STOP. They worked nights I believe. They kept it outside. I knocked numerous times, and they said: "Dogs bark, what do you expect?"
Their house was directly behind mine, we shared a divided wall. I recorded their dog for a full day. The minute they brought him in, and felt like they were sleeping, I popped my phone into the dock and played it on my stereo full blast facing their yard at 9am.
They came over raving mad to my wall by about 12, asking me to shut my dog up. I said "Its your dog, I recorded him, since you miss out on what dogs do. I'm just playing the radio at normal allowable city time and I will do this everyday."
They started bringing the dog in at night after that.
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Our daily life sometimes seems to be filled with inconveniences. Whether it’s people making innocent mistakes or going out of their way to make others feel miserable, it can be infuriating to find yourself in the middle of it.
As you’re reading through these stories, it may seem that humans are spiteful by nature, always looking for ways to get even with their enemies. But this deep-rooted instinct to pull off the greatest payback on someone who makes life harder usually doesn’t solve any problems.
To learn more about revenge and how it can affect our wellbeing, we reached out to Noel Bell, a UKCP psychotherapist based in London. "When we get triggered by a wrong committed by someone else, it can potentially feed our feelings of low self-esteem and we may think that we can reclaim a sense of power by getting even with them," he told Bored Panda about why we sometimes feel this urge to retaliate.
#3
Small revenge against hoarders
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.
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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#4
Say goodbye to your cheque!
Short and sweet - I was waiting in line at the bank. They have you line up outside, not a problem. This particular day it was a bit windy, again not a problem... for me.
Short and sweet - I was waiting in line at the bank. They have you line up outside, not a problem. This particular day it was a bit windy, again not a problem... for me.
A guy gets out of his car, cheque in hand. You know where this is going, ha. The wind whips the cheque from his hands and somehow I managed to step on it as it scooted by me.
I wasn't really expecting a thank you to be honest, but what I definitely wasn't expecting was the guy to chew me out for dirtying up his cheque. "Thanks for stepping on my cheque, the bank probably won't accept it now"
Call me an asshole but I lifted my foot up and let it blow away in the wind down the street and said "well they definitely won't accept it now."
The guy flipped his s**t as he was chasing it down the street and I got called up as next in line. Sorry not sorry.
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#5
I have a friend whose pumpkinfall display at the end of his driveway would be run over by the neighborhood jerk. happened every year. my friend decided to put a stop to it.
he withdrew money from his savings account so he would have enough to buy the largest punkin he could find, along with several large bags of Quikcrete. filled that puppy up and made a real pretty display.
the jackass broke the axle of his shotty car when he hit that pumpkin. could not drive away. my friend had his car towed away, too.
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Bell explained that acts of vengeance can perhaps make us feel good in the short term. "However, by seeking revenge, we end up hurting ourselves. We are really digging two graves when we plot revenge, one for the person you are angry with but also one for yourself."
"Your life is far too precious and special to spend any time being consumed by negative energy, and tied emotionally to someone who is not worth this kind of attention," Bell added.
#6
I'm not sure if we've met before. Remind me — are you the one who name-called me for no reason?
About a year and a half ago, I went to a bar with some mutual friends. One woman brought her sister, who we'll call Meanie. Meanie seemed to instantly pick me out as her punching bag for the night: interrupting me/talking over me, rolling her eyes at things I said, trying to discredit any point I made no matter how petty. Classic one-upper, too. I couldn't say anything without her scoffing and coming up with a "better" story. She relentlessly made fun of me for saying I don't like horror films and kept trying to get my friends to join in, then even had some ugly words to call me when I went to the bathroom and asked my friends why they'd hang out with me.
About a year and a half ago, I went to a bar with some mutual friends. One woman brought her sister, who we'll call Meanie. Meanie seemed to instantly pick me out as her punching bag for the night: interrupting me/talking over me, rolling her eyes at things I said, trying to discredit any point I made no matter how petty. Classic one-upper, too. I couldn't say anything without her scoffing and coming up with a "better" story. She relentlessly made fun of me for saying I don't like horror films and kept trying to get my friends to join in, then even had some ugly words to call me when I went to the bathroom and asked my friends why they'd hang out with me.
I didn't bite back because I had heard Meanie was going through a tough time and probably just wanted someone to take it out on. My friends apologized after that night and said she wouldn't come around again. It was kind of whatever but also kind of got under my skin — she called me a bitch/slut for nothing. Very very attention-starved.
So a few weeks ago (a year plus after that night), I run into Meanie and her sister at a party. The sister, forgetting about the original night, goes to introduce us, when Meanie says we've met before. I very politely said "No, I've never seen you before, nice to meet you!" and she seemed instantly put off. She insisted we'd met. "Hmmm, no," I said, "I don't remember you." She got visibly irritated and said once again that we'd met. I went on: "Sorry, I don't recognize you. Can you describe the night you think we met?" and watched her fumble trying to describe the night without admitting to being cruel. I cut her off and said "Yeah, I still don't remember, but it's lovely to meet you now. Have a great night!" She seemed super pissy about it. Thought it was pretty petty (and effective!) to not give her a drop of the attention/memory she so clearly sought :)
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#7
Neighbor won't turn his flood lights off
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.
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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#8
Wake my mother! It'll cost you!
One day back in the late 90's my mother tells me she has been getting phone calls between 2 and 4 AM every day for a week. She says she hears a strange noise when she answers it. I realise it's a fax machine. So I bring my computer over to try and figure out who the hell it is. I set up the computer to receive the fax and spend the night. In the morning I pull up the fax on the computer and it's for some paving company. It's a bill for a private school in town. So I call the paving company and tell them they have the wrong number and to stop faxing my mother at 3 AM. The guy gives me attitude and hangs up. I leave my computer just in case. Next day same crap with the fax. This time though it was an advertisement. WTF! So I wait until after they are closed for the day and send them a fax back. It says stop faxing my mother at 3 AM at xxx phone number, then 200 pages of solid black to make sure and run out all the toner in the cartridge. Never got a call or fax again. Never mess with my mom!
One day back in the late 90's my mother tells me she has been getting phone calls between 2 and 4 AM every day for a week. She says she hears a strange noise when she answers it. I realise it's a fax machine. So I bring my computer over to try and figure out who the hell it is. I set up the computer to receive the fax and spend the night. In the morning I pull up the fax on the computer and it's for some paving company. It's a bill for a private school in town. So I call the paving company and tell them they have the wrong number and to stop faxing my mother at 3 AM. The guy gives me attitude and hangs up. I leave my computer just in case. Next day same crap with the fax. This time though it was an advertisement. WTF! So I wait until after they are closed for the day and send them a fax back. It says stop faxing my mother at 3 AM at xxx phone number, then 200 pages of solid black to make sure and run out all the toner in the cartridge. Never got a call or fax again. Never mess with my mom!
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Sometimes, it's important to fight this overwhelming impulse to get payback because it might increase our anger rather than decrease it. "The part of us seeking peace might get further agitated and we end up beating ourselves up. We risk not being able to return to our untriggered state as we stay upregulated in the fight/flight activation," the psychotherapist told Bored Panda.
Moreover, revenge can sometimes be self-destructive. "It can trigger our addictive behaviors and our personal relationships can suffer. Wilful pursuit of angry intent leads to resentment, and resentment leads to taking revenge on someone who has wronged us."
"Resentment is always toxic as it is regurgitated anger, without having any survival use," he continued. "Staying angry would be conceding defeat to them and could potentially stand in the way of you having strong, healthy relationships in the future."
#9
The mispronunciation war
I work with a Nigerian woman with a clearly African name, who I’ll call A here. She’s perfectly happy to tell people how to pronounce her name if they’ve not come across it before, but it really isn’t difficult to get right once you’ve been told.
I work with a Nigerian woman with a clearly African name, who I’ll call A here. She’s perfectly happy to tell people how to pronounce her name if they’ve not come across it before, but it really isn’t difficult to get right once you’ve been told.
Enter O (anonymised despite being an asshole). He decided that her name is too hard a name for him to bother even trying with even after she’s told him, and calls her Abby. Apparently it’s “just easier” for him to give her a “normal American name”.
I can tell that this irritates A the more he does it, so we hatch a plan together. I only refer to him as Ólafur (Icelandic) and she only calls him Odunlade (Nigerian). Of course, he gets pissed off, but we both tell him how it’s “just easier” for us to give him a name from our respective countries.
It took him just under two weeks after that to start calling her by her proper name.
Though he never got my name wrong (I suspect because I’m a white European man), the solidarity still felt good.
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#10
You can have the furniture but I'm taking the hex keys & screws!
My ex and I broke up. We lived together. I sold most of my furniture to keep his, and we used that money to buy new things for the apartment like decor & bar stools for the kitchen. He not only wanted to keep all of his furniture, but 50% of the stuff we bought together. Tried to explain that everything became ours 50/50 when I sold my stuff to keep his. It wasn't worth fighting over, he was being pretty vindictive, so I said f**k it and let him take it all. I ended up with a desk, a rug, 2 bar stools, and some kitchen & decor items. He took all the electronics including TV, couch, coffee table, tv stand, bed & bedframe, etc. All of the really important and/or expensive items. He also returned all the gifts he got me for Christmas/my bday, but kept his Christmas gifts (more like, left me the boxes but took the items out of them).
My ex and I broke up. We lived together. I sold most of my furniture to keep his, and we used that money to buy new things for the apartment like decor & bar stools for the kitchen. He not only wanted to keep all of his furniture, but 50% of the stuff we bought together. Tried to explain that everything became ours 50/50 when I sold my stuff to keep his. It wasn't worth fighting over, he was being pretty vindictive, so I said f**k it and let him take it all. I ended up with a desk, a rug, 2 bar stools, and some kitchen & decor items. He took all the electronics including TV, couch, coffee table, tv stand, bed & bedframe, etc. All of the really important and/or expensive items. He also returned all the gifts he got me for Christmas/my bday, but kept his Christmas gifts (more like, left me the boxes but took the items out of them).
My petty revenge... Most of the furniture was Ikea. All of it being built with hex keys. I helped him disassemble his furniture for the movers. Then, I took his entire bag of hex keys & hardware (the screws and whatnot). He put the furniture in storage so he won't notice for another month at least. Replacing the hex keys is pretty simple, but good luck tracking down the exact screws and brackets and etc!!
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#11
My mum and her friend had a massive fight, and my mum's friend sent a letter to my mum scolding her and pretty much saying "We're no longer friends" and my mum, as an Ex-Teacher, took out a red pen, corrected all the spelling mistakes and grammatical mistakes, and mailed it right back to her
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But sometimes, especially when someone gravely hurt us or cheated on us, we immediately want to react. Bell noted it can potentially be difficult not to take revenge as sometimes the pain of losing face is harder.
"However, stopping ourselves enables us to retain our dignity because often it is the bigger person who walks away from conflict," he said. "Why let a toxic person who has wronged us take away our peace of mind? It would be far better to activate our self-care regime and social support structure to help us return to a state of emotional equilibrium."
#12
Teacher denies bathroom privilege, student asserts his dominance
I originally posted this as a comment on another post, but my SO thought it was worth sharing as a standalone. I'm adding a bit more detail and correcting some spelling and grammar. Also, posting from mobile, so apologies for formatting. Context: This happened in the early 90's and at the time the teacher had been teaching for 30 plus years. It was a rural area, so many of my friends parents had also suffered through at least one year of primary school with this awful woman. I've seen a grown woman cry recounting memories of her experiences --she was really that bad.
I originally posted this as a comment on another post, but my SO thought it was worth sharing as a standalone. I'm adding a bit more detail and correcting some spelling and grammar. Also, posting from mobile, so apologies for formatting. Context: This happened in the early 90's and at the time the teacher had been teaching for 30 plus years. It was a rural area, so many of my friends parents had also suffered through at least one year of primary school with this awful woman. I've seen a grown woman cry recounting memories of her experiences --she was really that bad.
My second grade teacher took pride in being a mean old cunt to her students. Wielding control over our tiny little bladders was something that gave her a particular satisfaction. One day during cursive lessons this kid named Joseph asked to use the bathroom. She told him he should've used the bathroom during morning recess and would have to wait until lunch. A little while later he started squirming in his seat and again asked to use the bathroom, this time with more urgency. At this point our teacher starts berating the kid by telling him he is a little baby for not holding his bladder like a big boy and suggesting that he should wear diapers. Joseph gets tired of her s**t, stands up from his seat, stares her directly in the eye and proceeds to unleash the most epic man-sized piss he could muster. As fate would have it he was wearing those mesh material basketball shorts so the piss just flowed unobstructed down his legs and pooled on the carpet beneath him. A wave of giggling quickly spread through the classroom, which was basically the second grade equivalent of a slow clap. Our teacher just stood there dumbfounded for a moment before grabbing Joseph by the arm and dragging him off to the principal's office. As they exited the room Joseph glanced over his shoulder with a big grin on his face.
A legend was born that day and we all enjoyed our newfound bathroom privileges for the remainder of the school year. Teacher retired the following year.
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#13
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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#14
So, you wanna snoop in your daughter's texts?
So I'm married to a wonderful woman. She's smart, funny and very kind.
Her mother is generally very nice and tends to have a great attitude and be very enjoyable, a bit of a prude but generally enjoyable, however can be a bit of a major snoop. If my wife leaves her phone sitting around she will just pick it up and start going through it. My wife has kind of laughed this off as a remnant of her mom being controlling when she was a kid.
I'm not a fan of this because my wife and I will sometimes text about thing that simply don't involve her mother and I don't feel are hee business at all.
So over Christmas my I saw my wife set her phone down on the kitchen counter and I had a brilliant idea. Her mom was still in the kitchen and I sent my wife the most sexually depraved text about all the things I was going to do to her when everyone left. (Honestly most of them are things we haven't even done, but I had to make it extra scarring ...)
I sent this text from the bathroom. And maybe it was my imagination but I could swear I could hear an audible ghasp shortly after her phone went off.
When I went out her mother absolutely would not look me in the eye. Then not-so-discreetly asked her daughter to come talk to her in the other room.
When my wife came back into the living room I thought she had been crying, however upon closer inspection she was laughing. Her mother had questioned her about me sexually abusing her and if I always talk down to her like that.
My wife had told her kindly that what we do is between us and us only. Probably the best gift this christmas.
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Bell would like to remind you that betrayal can deepen your anger, and that violation of trust can be one of the biggest predictors of PTSD. "A betrayal loop can fuel anger and can potentially last for decades," he said. So while it may be fun to plot different scenarios and celebrate small victories over those who wronged you, it’s important to remember that revenge might not be the right answer.
#15
How do you like that doughnut now?
This happened about 20 years ago when I was a teacher in a small high school. There was one teacher who was toxic, and would say inappropriate things to students about the teachers he didn't like. He once told some students of mine that I didn't get invited to parties because I was a "stiff." His dislike for me stemmed from the fact that I was vying for promotion to vice-principal and he felt threatened by it. He did a bunch of other things that gave me a slam-dunk workplace harassment case against him but I never pursued it.
This happened about 20 years ago when I was a teacher in a small high school. There was one teacher who was toxic, and would say inappropriate things to students about the teachers he didn't like. He once told some students of mine that I didn't get invited to parties because I was a "stiff." His dislike for me stemmed from the fact that I was vying for promotion to vice-principal and he felt threatened by it. He did a bunch of other things that gave me a slam-dunk workplace harassment case against him but I never pursued it.
One day, he brought in doughnuts and left them in the staff room. However, being the guy he was, he put little toothpick flags in them with everyone's names on them but mine. He also left a note on the table saying "Help Yourself -- Not you ."
The one with his name on it was one of those powdered, jelly-filled things. In full view of some of the other teachers who were gob-smacked by his behaviour, I took a straw, sucked all the jelly out of it, then refilled it with mustard. Then I put it back into the box, unwrapped my sandwich, and waited.
He came into the lunch room with a s**t-eating grin on his face as he looked at me and nodded. I munched my carrot sticks. One of the women thanked him for the doughnuts. He just smirked, picked his up, and took a big bite of it right in front of me. The look of horror, confusion and disgust on his face was priceless.
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#16
Grumpy neighbors ruined my birthday, my dad never let them enjoy their backyard ever again.
Just came across this sub & thought of this story instantly.
Just came across this sub & thought of this story instantly.
We are going a ways back here, think I was 8yo so that puts this story in the late 90’s.
I grew up on a busy street in a suburb, all the houses are basically right next to each other.
On one side of the house we had the grumpiest most miserable old couple in their 70’s as neighbors.
We have a big family & enjoyed cook outs during the summer months. They hated us having parties & we weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary. Just the type of people that would bitch about basically anything for no good reason.
Well it’s my 8th birthday party & we have our typical big family get together. Well my favorite gift that year ended up being a globe trotters basketball. We had a hoop & had a blast playing around.
Eventually the day goes sideways when my ball bounces over grouchy neighbors fence. All that separates our driveway/basketball court from their backyard is a stockade fence. Well asshole neighbor was outside, proceeds to grab the ball take it into his shed & stab it with a screw driver.
I’d never seen my father so angry in my life. But he’s not an idiot & didn’t do anything stupid.
From that day on he never let them enjoy their backyard ever again. We could see their yard from our house & anytime they would go outside he would go outback crank up his air compressor in the garage & slam a basketball against the backboard as hard as he could until they went inside. Didn’t even pretend for a second he was doing anything but making as much noise as possible.
He never gave up, never stopped until the grumpy guy eventually died 2 yrs later.
We take petty revenge seriously in this family.
Thanks Pops
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#17
I’ve told this one before, but it makes me happy to retell it.
I had a boss 7-8 years ago whom I hated. She was the fakest and most entitled person I had ever met. One day, she decided that she didn’t like the smell of microwave popcorn...so she waved her magic office wand and had it banned.
Fast forward a month or so. I was browsing Amazon and found one of those USB sticks that emits a smell when plugged in...the smell of buttered popcorn. I bought it, plugged it into the back of her computer, and she had the sweet smell of PopSecret in her office for six f***ing months. She complained almost every day. It’s the sweetest revenge I’ve ever tasted.
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#18
I published a poem about my ex in a literary magazine he'd been trying to get in to for years.
We were both in high school, and at the end of the relationship he told me he was "just in it for the sex" that he "didn't really mean any of it", and that I obviously "just wanted him because I was horny". He then went and had a hot and heavy make out sess with my best friend and came back and told me I was "a bad kisser compared to her". Yeah, he was a jerk.
We were both in high school, and at the end of the relationship he told me he was "just in it for the sex" that he "didn't really mean any of it", and that I obviously "just wanted him because I was horny". He then went and had a hot and heavy make out sess with my best friend and came back and told me I was "a bad kisser compared to her". Yeah, he was a jerk.
Well, flash back to a few months previous. I was angry at him because he was being really hot and cold and so I wrote an angry poem about him. The magazine he had been trying to get into had a website and would publish poems based off of popularity on the website. He had gotten me to join a few months previous and I only had a few poems up. I decided against posting it then because it would "be too mean".
Well after he had pulled that s**t I decided I wanted a little revenge. So I posted the poem. And suddenly it was getting A LOT of popularity. And I get a notification from the magazine saying they want to publish it. So what was the first thing I did? Messaged him that I got published in this magazine. He got excited for me and congratulated me, until... he read the poem.
Several million people have read the poem in the magazine, and to this day, he still hasn't gotten published.
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#19
The time I made my ex mad by making friends with the woman he cheated on me with
In my early 20s I lived with my ex boyfriend. I was gullible and believed every word that came out of his mouth. I believed him when he said he worked late hours abs came back at 4am and made up excuses to keep me from meeting his friends and family and let him isolate me and hide me away.
In my early 20s I lived with my ex boyfriend. I was gullible and believed every word that came out of his mouth. I believed him when he said he worked late hours abs came back at 4am and made up excuses to keep me from meeting his friends and family and let him isolate me and hide me away.
Well, one day his grandmother passes away from natural causes (this is pre covid) and he was devastated so I asked if he wanted company or to be left alone to grieve. He of course wanted to go alone and so, I let him.
I got a call from someone who knew both me and my ex informing me that he did in fact take his girlfriend to the funeral but that person was not me. She had been introduced to his family, taken on date after date, and he had played dad to her one year old. My heart sunk right to my feet that day and so did hers once she found out about me.
My friend got us in contact and we talked for hours. We laughed, cried and in the end decided to dump that man and be friends. He absolutely hated it. We became extremely close after that. I took her to her 21st and drunk sat her after she got sick all over me and we took each other on a "date" and even to a concert that her family got tickets for. To this day, I have her in my phone as "the wife" even though we are both married to wonderful men.
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Dad got decade long revenge on my aunty.
A little set-up: My dad is one of 9 children to my grandparents. When the oldest sister (my aunty) let's call her Margaret got married, one of the gifts she received was four very poorly made clay pots from one of her friends who wasn't super close to the family. They were all very different to each other and didn't match at all. I assume they came out of a first-timers pottery class or something.
A little set-up: My dad is one of 9 children to my grandparents. When the oldest sister (my aunty) let's call her Margaret got married, one of the gifts she received was four very poorly made clay pots from one of her friends who wasn't super close to the family. They were all very different to each other and didn't match at all. I assume they came out of a first-timers pottery class or something.
Anyway, fast forward 15 years and my parents are getting married. Margaret shows up at the wedding. As does everyone else. The ceremony and reception pass with no dramas and everyone goes home.
The following week my parents begin to sort through all their wedding gifts. Unwrap Margarets to find a very old worn-looking cardboard box with the old tape still underneath the new tape put on there by Margaret to hold the lid closed. Dad opens the box to see the 4 pots that had been given to Margaret 15 years prior. My parents knew this was a gift to Margaret originally because at the bottom of the box was a cord of congratulations on your wedding... addressed to Margaret. She hadn't even bothered to take the pots out of the box when she was gifted them or checked the condition when rewrapping them. This thoroughly pissed off my dad.
Then his anger turned to determination as he started to develop a plan that would stretch almost a decade.
With Christmas fast approaching my dad rewrapped the pots in the same box with the same wedding card addressed to Margaret. essentially in the same condition he had received it in. He then wrote another card addressed to another of his siblings explaining his plan. He gave the present to the youngest of his siblings, the newer card explained that she was to hold on to the pots until the next Christmas, making sure to unwrap it and make sure that everyone could see the pots in one way or another. the card then explained to leave the wedding card in the box and to not let anyone see it. My aunty would then hold on to the box, pots and card until next Christmas. She would then gift them and my dads note to the next sibling above her in age (my uncle). This cycle would repeat another 8 times until it reached the oldest sibling. Margaret. In my dad's letter, it instructed the last sibling before Margaret to not give her the letter written by him regarding the plan.
9 years after giving the gift away. My dad and all his siblings watched as she pulled out the pots that she had seen being passed around from sister to brother to sister for the last decade. She then noticed the note still in the box. She opened it and a category 4.2 earthquake was registered as her jaw hit the floor.
Now, most people would expect her to erupt in rage but Australians have some of the best senses of humour on the planet. The family all had a good chuckle about it and moved on to Christmas lunch. The pots are now separated. one going to my dad, Margaret, my grandparents and the last being the trophy of the annual cricket game. It was sadly destroyed by a rouge ball in that very same yearly tournament and is now only half a trophy.
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