“He Learned His Lesson”: 66 People Recall The Most Impressive Petty Revenge They’ve Ever Seen

I occasionally deliver pizza as a part-time job.


There is a customer that tends to pay with a big bag of change. I don't mean a bag full of quarters, I mean a bag full of dimes, nickels, and pennies. Since his meal typically costs about $20, the bag usually weighs several pounds. It is a total pain to count out all of the change, so typically drivers will just assume that he has the correct amount, and leave. Usually, he has just enough or maybe a few cents over. I don't think it is an innocent thing either, as he usually gives the bag of change with a grin. It is such a pain, that most of the drivers know his address by heart, and avoid going to his house if at all possible.


I was having a bad night, and by the luck of the draw got this dude's house. I remembered reading a post on r/pettyrevenge involving someone paying in a checkout line with a bag of change, and I knew I could use a similar method to take my frustration out on this guy in the pettiest way possible. I pulled up to his house, and left the pizza in the car. I rang the doorbell, and when he answered I saw the large bag of change in his hand that I knew would be there. He asked where his pizza was, and I said "New policy, sir. Gotta count it out before we can give out the pizza." So I sat down on his doorstep and started to count out all of the change. At one point, I even asked if he could turn on his porchlight, because I was having a hard time seeing. He did end up sitting there while I counted out the entire bag of change, even though it took about ten minutes. He ended up being about a dollar over, so I started picking up pennies to give him his change back, when he said that I could keep the rest as a tip. When I gave him his pizza, he sheepishly told me sorry and then shut the door.


The whole situation was incredibly awkward, and to my knowledge he hasn't ordered pizza from us in a while. Oh well.

You young'uns here might not believe it, but back in the early 90s, supermarket cashiers had to type every price in by hand.

I was at a Vons in San Diego, walking toward the only open check stand with a single bottle of soda in my hand. Suddenly this hoity toity lady with a cart stacked to the top flew out of one of the aisles like a freight train and cut me off. "I'm in a hurry," she said, then looked away like she was annoyed that I'd been born.

I looked at the cashier. He rolled his eyes and got to work. Five minutes later she's walking out the door and it's my turn.

"You're good," says the cashier. "I put your soda on her tag."

That felt good.

My little brother and his girlfriend came to stay at my house for the weekend, and the girlfriend was super self centered and obnoxious. When they left, she forgot her clothes and toiletries because she left them sprawled all over my bathroom.

About a week later, she and my brother moved into an apartment together. After he paid for the moving truck, deposit and utilities, she cheated on him with her ex and kicked him out of the apartment. This left him broke, homeless, and heart broken.

In the days after the breakup, she kept calling and emailing him several times per day, demanding that he ask me to ship her clothes and toiletries back to her ("I mean, it's really important. It's my NORTHFACE.") My brother called and pleaded with me to ship them to her so she would stop having a reason to contact him.

Being the loving sister that I am, I gathered up the Really Important Northface sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, soap and razor. I folded everything nicely. I then wrote a nice note apologizing for taking so long to mail them to her, and let her know that I hope all is well. The note was written in permanent marker, and the paper happened to be resting on the Really Important Northface when I wrote it. Unfortunately, the ink bled straight through the paper and onto the shirt. Also unfortunately, the shampoo, soap and conditioner caps were not tightly secured on their bottles, and the contents leaked out all over the clothes, further spreading the ink. The most unfortunate result, though, was that her razor didn't have any sort of protective cap or container and left little slashes all over the front of the Really Important Northface.

She received the package, and my brother never heard from her again.

This was my best revenge. I went through an awful divorce. My ex-wife cheated on me, told lies about me and all throughout the divorce I took the high road and was there for my kids while she disappeared off the face of the earth. Her birthday was only a couple of weeks after the divorce was final. As the kids were young I was a good guy and purchased several presents from the kids to her. Among the gifts I bought a necklace with a big red A at the end. Her first name is Ann. I had the kids give that to her and she wore her scarlet letter all around town. Most people in our town knew what she had done and some even were aware of the necklace. Yup, I made my adulterous ex-wife wear the scarlet letter.

Me and a few workmates were at an italian restaurant for a leaving party, when i had to go toilet. Came back and carried on eating my pizza. Turns out one of my colleagues poured the chili oil all over my pizza and that set my mouth on fire, plus im not a big fan of heat anyways, so i basically had to write off a slice of pizza. Anyways, the guy that did it found it hilarious, and since he covered his food in the same oil, i figured he'd have oily fingers from the bottle.

"Youve got something in the corner of your eye Callum"

His left eye went completely red and didnt stop watering for about 15 minutes.

My parents were in a check-in queue for their flight and the lady in front of them was giving the black male steward a really hard time, being rude, racist etc. He calmly took it without any kind if comeback and wished her a nice day. When my parents finally got up to the desk my mum asked him how he put up with people like that .
He just smiled and said "Well, she's going to Rome but her luggage is going to Paris!".

I saw an ad for a work from home type job. It didn't sound scammy and sounded sort of legit. So I asked for more info from the website. enter your email thing. It was a scam, and was sending me spam several times a day. For whatever reason blocking it didn't work.

I got annoyed one day and answered back, stop spamming me. The guy actually answered. He actually monitors that address. He told me to unsubscribe. Which did nothing. After about another week of it, I came up with an idea.

I took his email address he answered from and added it to his own list. Then signed it up for any other spam I could find. A few days later it stopped spamming me.

There was this kid (about 15) who cut in line in front of me at the supermarket. When he wasn't watching I broke his chocolate bar while still inside the wrapper.

Later I saw him cycling by, opening his bar, and half of it fell out. He got mad and I chuckled.

I worked at a 50k+ tech company. I worked with a PM, Maggie, who mis-read my email and got her dates messed up. She scheduled a meeting for Thursday instead of Friday. When I told her she scheduled on the wrong day, she got mad at me, and emailed all my managers up to my vice president (4 levels of management) to say how much of a trouble maker I was ... It was her own fault for not being able to read.

2 years later, I have to work with her again, and I pretend like I'm all happy and friends with her.

2 years after that, I quit and move on to a better company. I get an email saying that Maggie is applying to my new company and said I could provide a positive reference for her.

I email the recruiter and blast all my 6 years of bad experiences on her and block her from getting hired. Take that Maggie, you jerk. I never forget.

I was dating this girl. Thought she was the one. So I gave her the keys to my apartment. I worked late for my job. I was just happy there was someone in my bed. when I got home at 2 in the morning. Came home one night, and she was awake. She confessed to using my apartment to cheat on me with 7 different people. So I packed her stuff up, she was still living with her mom anyways. So I lied to her, and said I moved to Seattle. I moved to Hawaii instead. 3 month's after being in Hawaii I get a phone call from her. I answer, and to my surprise she's called me from the Seattle airport. She flew out there to try and fix things between us. The dialog goes as follows

Me: So you're in Seattle?
Her: Yeah! weren't you listening? I came here to fix us.
Me: oh...well that's bad.
Her: what's Bad?
Me: I'm in Hawaii! (then hung up the phone)

(Phone rings I answer)

Her: YOU LIED TO ME!!
Me: huh, how does it feel?
I hang up again.

I don't know if that's petty, but to me was a good revenge.

My dad had an old truck parked on the back of our property that some kept stealing small parts from (cap, rotor, points, etc). We wired it to an electric fence power supply. One evening we heard a bunch of yelling and swearing and went back there and the guy left us some free tools.

Delivered pizzas about a week for my best friend's shop. Warned me about a few customers, but one in particular was always rude to the drivers and never tipped. Lucky for me, I got to deliver his order of a single calzone, maybe $6 or $7 total, and he tried to pay with a $50 bill.

All the menus and the website prominently said nothing over a $20 bill for deliveries, and he'd been their customer long enough to know that. But when I told him this while explaining how I didn't have enough change, he got extremely rude and was loud about how it's not his fault and that drivers should always carry enough money on them.

So I did what any person in that situation should do, and told him not to worry about it, and I'd pay for the order. For those few seconds he thought he'd won a free calzone by being a jerk- until I pulled it out and started eating it as I walked back to my car.

Of course he mf'ed me the whole time I was walking, but darn if that wasn't the best tasting calzone ever.

I used to deliver pizza for Dominoes. It was my last shift and there was this house that was always rude (I called to asked what the house looked like and they said "I gave you the address" and hung up), never tipped, etc.

I got to their house and they gave me a check for 1 cent less that what the total was. I said "I am going to need the extra penny". They grumbled off and took their time hoping I would give up but I just sat there holding the pizza. They finally came back all mad and gave me the penny. Note that they had no intention of tipping. They gave me the penny and I chucked it out into the street and left. They saw me do it. It was SATISFYING.

Sharing a holiday home with some friends and their 10 year old son started to be a pain. Not helping around the house and crying if he didn’t get his way. His parents decided to just let him sit and watch YouTube on his iPad instead of disciplining him.
So I logged into the internet router and would use admin privileges to suspend his device from accessing the internet. As soon as he got up to ask his dad for help I would reactivate the device so it seemed as if nothing was wrong.
I did this every day for two weeks.

Now this was a couple years back when I was in college. My friend, we'll call her Susie, and I were both going into our second years. So was her boyfriend Brad (his real name because f you Brad). So Susie finds out that she has herpes. The only guy she has ever been with is Brad. Naturally she is devastated to find out he's been cheating. We find out that she is not the only one he infected. There are in fact at least 5 other women we find out about.

What's more we find out Brad has known that he is positive and still going around hooking up with people and saying that he is healthy. Basically his attitude is that someone gave it to him, so why would it be wrong for him to spread it too. Yeah, Brad is a jerk of epic proportions.

Susie is just devastated and can't get out of her funk and what she now has to deal with health wise.

Now there is an urban legend where as revenge a woman hid, I think, shrimp in her cheating SO's curtain rods when she was forced to moved out of their apartment. This story has been featured on many shows about urban legends. It just so happened to come on late one night when me and Susie were watching tv.

Problem was Brad had 5 roommates. So no way that was going to work. But wait Brad has a car. And Brad is too broke to afford a new car anytime soon. She knows the door code to unlock the vehicle and I just so happen to know how to remove certain vehicle panels to access holes in other panels that it would be impossible to get shrimp out of. Plus he worked the early shift on Wed, lucky us it's Tuesday night.

So off we go to the store to buy the clearance section of meat and seafood out. We're talking ground beef, shrimp, imitation crab meat, various kinds of fish and deviled eggs.

Oh, and during this lovely time of September our little town was experiencing a triple digit heat wave. So off we go in the middle of the night, when its still 90 degrees out, and get to work. Luckily for us brad lives in a bad apartment with no security cameras and other tenets who don't car about 2 women working on a vehicle at 1am.

Sure enough the door key code still works. So we pop out these little covers on the doors panels that access the interior of the door. In goes the tiny little shrimps. Then we remove the plastic panels from the wheel wells. And in goes some ground beef and deviled eggs. Next was his lift gate. Anyway you get the idea.

We put his car back together and off we go. Over the next few days the smell just got worse and worse. The apartment complex manager asked him to move the car off grounds because of the smell. Our town also has some mean feral cats that roam around, they just loved hanging around his car. So not only did it stink, but he risked being attacked by some mean feral cats. He would have to always have the windows open at least a little.

Best part is Brad and I have the same major. So over the next three years I see him a lot. He became notorious for his horrible smelling car. He couldn't afford to replace it, no one would buy it, no matter how many times he had it cleaned the smell remained, and no one could figure out where the odor was coming from. Even if they had figured it out most of the panels would need to be completely replaced because the only access is tiny holes.

To this day people still ask him about his car on Facebook. Like, if he says he will pick people up they ask him if he has a new car. Nope. Still the stink mobile. He currently works at Starbucks, so that thing isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Kind of like his herpes.

I like to think of this as my ultimate Sherlock Holmes level petty revenge/prank. I will never top the awesomeness of this one, it was my masterpiece.

TLDR: Guy knowingly gave my friend herpes. So we took parts of his car off and hid various meats and fish inside during a heatwave. F you Brad, I hope you see this and know the brilliance of our petty revenge.

During my Freshman year of high school I was in a biology class that was made up of mainly juniors. This one guy, who sat next to me, would always be a jerk to me during class. I always did well on the tests so he would always look over and copy the answers from my scantron. I'm pretty sure he didn't realize that I knew he was cheating off of me. Well one day I got fed up with this guy messing with me and cheating off of me. So the next test comes around and sure enough he starts copying my answers. I finish the test and so does he. He gets up and turns his test in and comes back to his seat. I looked him in the eyes and proceeded to erase my entire scantron. I then retook the test, this time marking the correct answers. The look of panic in his eyes was so satisfying. He ended up making a 2% on that test and never cheated off me again.

Crossing at a busy downtown intersection, a very impatient driver waiting to make a turn honked at a lady pushing a stroller (she had the right of way). I slowed down, but the guy next to me straight up stopped in front of the car, then bent down to re-tie his shoelaces.

Knew a crazy kid in elementary. Kid jumped across the table and tried to choke me out. I got suspended bc i instigated it by saying he was"cuckoo for cocoa puffs" when that the only thing that kid ever talked about and was wearing a cocoa puffs shirt that day.

Senior year of highschool kid was in my Design class. Needed to get a C or better on the final. Over the year i found out the kid was taking my work off my share drive (highschool IT was dumb and each kids folder was public) and copying it. For the final I purposely messed up the drawing in my folder, but the kid didn't double check it. He turned it in and failed and had to go back and be a super senior.

TLDR. Kid Choked Me. Waited 10years made them fail Highschool.

Unused to work shifts many years ago, including regular night shifts. My boss was an unpleasant person to say the least.

He would leave his keys on top of his locker. One night I took a small file to work and filed down one or two teeth of his front door key. The next day he was telling everyone of how he got home and his door lock was broken and he had to get a locksmith out which cost a fortune and he didn't get much sleep.

Happened again a couple of months later.

Then his car key got some treatment. I stopped after that as I heard him mention it was getting suspicious that all these locks stopped working.

But, unknown to me, other colleagues also disliked him. One night his locker disappeared entirely. Rumour has it that it's part of the foundations of an office block in London now.

A girl on my softball team bullied me and spread rumors about me to the team and coaches. We were competing for the same position.

She was in my geometry class and tried to buddy up to me because I was good at geometry, and she wasn't. So for a while I let her copy my homework, then one day I gave her all the wrong answers and turned in the right answers for myself.