Do you crave a good ol’ fashioned petty revenge story? Well, you’re in luck! We’ve got a collection of tales where everyday people get even with those who’ve wronged them in the most satisfyingly petty ways possible. From annoying co-workers to inconsiderate Uber passengers, these stories will have you cheering for the underdog and laughing at their clever and sometimes downright ridiculous revenge tactics. Grab your favorite beverage and get comfortable because these tales of getting even are the ultimate in entertainment.
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 chilli oil all over my pizza and that sh*t set my mouth on fire, plus I’m 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. “You’ve got something in the corner of your eye Callum” His left eye went completely red and didn’t stop watering for about 15 minutes.
A horrible former coworker always claimed she worked way more hours than she actually did, and when she was at work she just browsed Facebook all day. The doctor/owner was very hands-off and just let her do whatever she wanted (despite me going to him with proof), so I decided to take revenge. She was not computer savvy at all, so I removed Internet Explorer from her desktop and installed an identical icon that, when clicked, would instantly restart the computer. It was so satisfying when she would forget and click it, losing anything that she was working on. She would always grumble and complain about the “virus” on her computer. I started a new job about three weeks later, and when I left it was still giving her problems.
Went to a restaurant for brunch. Upon receiving my bill I noticed a $3 charge for table linen. As I was leaving I folded up the tablecloth. The waiter said what are you doing? I said, I paid for it I’m taking it home. And I did.
This story starts a little over three years ago when a new neighbor moved across the street from me. He had 5 boys, the youngest being 15. At that time, only 4 lived at home. But then Covid happened and his oldest moved back in with him. As the year went on, his youngest also became 16. Each of these boys had a car as did their dad. That is 6 cars and they kept only one in their single driveway so they are always parking up and down the street. I frequently had two of them parking in front of my house but as I wasn’t using the area, I didn’t mind.
This continued for over two years until November of last year. I had a few people over. Just one of the people who came over parked in front of his house (apparently most of his family was out because the two spaces in front of my house were clear too). When he got home, he apparently started knocking on neighbor’s doors to find out who parked in front of his house. When he got to mine, he asked me to have my guest move their vehicle because he “needed” the spot in front of his house for his family and after all as he told me, “It is my spot as it is in front of my house.”
I will say that he wasn’t overly aggressive about it but he was insistent, so my guest did move his vehicle. This kind of pissed me off. So, since then, if I come home and they aren’t parked in front of my house, I will park there. I also park in the middle so it blocks both spots. Today, he finally saw me parking like that and asked why I wasn’t parking in my driveway and I simply said “Well, it is my spot as it is in front of my house.”
Unfortunately, he looked confused so I don’t even think he remembers using that line on me 6 months back. Ah well, I’m still enjoying being petty.
I was traveling from Nor Cal to So Cal along I-5 and had to stop to go pee. I’m at an arco near Sacramento airport and I’m waiting in line for the only bathroom in the gas station. I hear the person inside washing their hands and the door unlocks. Right as she opens the door a kid, maybe 8-9 pushes past me and everyone in line and goes in. I’m like “hey what the heck” and the lady coming out goes “oh that’s my son it’s okay. He has to go really bad.” To which I’m like “I have to go really bad and I’ve been standing here for several minutes” and she replies “he’ll just be a couple of minutes it’s okay.” So the kid comes out and I finally get to go in. I’m in there doing my business and I notice a cell phone on top of the paper towel dispenser(this is like 2007-08 so before smartphones were really a thing), no sooner do I notice when I hear a knock on the door and it’s the obnoxious woman with the kid asking “did I leave my phone in there?!” So I finish doing my business, wash my hands grab the phone, pop the backoff, pull the battery out and grab the SIM card and flush it down the toilet, then reassemble the phone and leave it where I found it. I walk out the door and don’t say a word as the obnoxious lady pushes past everyone in line to get her phone. Hop in my car and drive away.
My kids are usually well-behaved, but yesterday they were just buttheads. Whining, arguing, yelling, testing the limits, etc. Long story short, I’ve been exacting my petty revenge since last night.
I gave them each the wrong yogurt flavor with dinner. Made them take a shower instead of a bath. Gave them something they like for breakfast while I ate something they love in front of them. They asked for some but I made it spicy so I couldn’t share.
Then. Then, I dropped them off at daycare, called in sick to work, and came home and laid in bed with my SO all day. My final revenge was eating the last of the favorite yogurt flavor while watching a movie in bed (a joy they won’t understand for years).
I used to deliver pizza for Dominoes. It was my last shift and there was this house that was always rude (I called to ask 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 than 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 pissed off 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.
Back when I was still in the dating scene, I met this girl through a dating app. We matched and hit it off right away in the chat. After a week or two I asked her out on a dinner date, she wanted to bring a friend along. I hesitated at first, not because I don’t want to pay for 3 people, but because I don’t want to be the 3rd wheel. However, I agreed, thinking she would feel more comfortable with her friend on the date.
I made a reservation at a casual restaurant that is built over a large man-made pool, is open-air, nicely decorated, and has good food. The table I reserved is in the more private area where couples usually dine. In short, the place is casual enough for 3 and romantic enough for a date; and if the date went bad, at least the food is good.
On the date night, I went to pick her up just to find out that she invited another of her friends without telling me, so there are 3 of them in total (2 friends + 1 girl). Obviously, I was flabbergasted. They greeted me and jumped in my car. They were just talking among themselves the entire way to the restaurant, I might as well be an uber driver at that point.
We had to move to a bigger table, the restaurant wasn’t fully reserved, so we didn’t have to wait for long. The girls were having a blast, they ordered expensive dishes, and went nuts on drinks. I was pretty much excluded from their conversation, anything I said would be ignored, and none of them even made a glance at me. It seems like I don’t exist then.
It was very clear to me that she and her friends are on a girls’ night out and I am a sucker that’s going to pay for them. With that, I ordered the most expensive steak and other dishes piled up the bill, stuffed my face, then excused myself to the washroom, got in my car and drove back home.
On the way back I got 20ish calls that I didn’t bother to pick up. When I got home, I was bombarded with messages and was called an a**h*le and more.
My roommate and her SO loved doing elaborate jigsaw puzzles. After I found out she cancelled our lease, leaving me 1 week to find a new place to live, I threw away 1 piece of two different puzzles they were working on. Before you ask, she was able to do this because I was 17, and not able to legally sign a lease.
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 pissy and I chuckled.
My neighbor’s dog was off his leash and in my backyard, and got into a fight with my dog, and lost badly. My dog had a minor scratch, his dog had over a $700 vet bill. My neighbor tried to make me pay for it, and sued me in small claims court, and badly lost. Then he started f*cking with me and my kids. It got pretty ugly.
I let things cool down for over a year before exacting my revenge.
He had a big rose garden in front of his house. He was very proud of it and spent a lot of time taking care of it. While walking through the hardware store I saw refill scent packs for Japanese beetle traps and the idea popped into my head. I bought 4 packs of 3 scent cups.
I got home and opened one up, and found it to be very waxy. So I put them all in the freezer overnight. Very early the next morning (4 am-ish), I popped the frozen wax scent blocks out of their plastic cups, snuck over to his house and scattered the waxy scent cups in the mulch of his rose garden.
And the game was on.
After work that day I saw a small cloud of beetles flying around his rose bushes. By the next day, it was a huge cloud and he was out there spraying pesticide. Those scent packs must have attracted every Japanese beetle for miles around.
Within a week, it was a total decimation. His roses were reduced to nothing but thorny stems.
And no one suspected a thing. I didn’t tell anyone, not even my wife, until years later.
My company had a main building with all the amenities, including a cafeteria. My group was in a smaller building next door. No one wanted to hike across the parking lot to pay for the lousy coffee in the cafeteria, so one of our engineers installed his own Mr. Coffee machine in an empty office. He charged just enough to break even.
Then another group moved into our building. Being good neighbors we told them about our unofficial coffee service and reminded them of the rules. Keep the area clean. When you empty the pot brew a new one and put a quarter into the box for each cup.
One of these new guys ranted about how his college roommate worked for Google and they have this awesome cafeteria where employees enjoyed free meals. Another talked about the startup he had worked at that had a fridge fully stocked with a free soda. Our company should at least be able to afford free coffee.
The guy who ran the coffee service noticed that the money collected didn’t balance with the amount of coffee consumed. So he rigged up a nanny cam. Sure enough, the guys from the new group were helping themselves to coffee without paying.
We moved a classified documents cabinet into the coffee room and got the company to install a badge reader on the door. Access was restricted to our group. The new guys had to walk across the parking and pay twice as much for worse coffee.
I used to work for a sandwich shop. All the other employees there were Indian women with very long black hair. Mine was sort of similar I suppose? Medium length and brown. But every time a customer would complain about a long black hair in the food, my boss would immediately blame me without any hesitation or investigation, despite the fact that I was the only person who wore my hair up and netted. So one day I dyed my hair blue with the sole purpose of not being blamed for black hair being in the food. You guessed it, it happened. And how huffy and annoyed my boss got when I said it couldn’t be my hair because mine is blue, was beyond amusing.
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 with 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.
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 heartbroken.
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 NORTH FACE.”) 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 letting 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.
I lived in a cheap crappy apartment with roommates and we all worked in fast food. Money was tight. One roommate ended up unemployed for a few weeks and then got a job as a bank teller, making much better money. However while unemployed she had missed a rent payment, which we had scraped together to cover for her.
Two weeks into the new job she gets her first paycheck, obviously we are expecting immediate payback. On day 1 she says something along the lines of she couldn’t do personal business (cash her check) during work so she could pay us in a couple of days.
The Friday she was supposed to pay us she comes home with a big shopping bag and casually mentions she can’t pay back rent yet because she had to buy new work clothes. When roommates and I got upset she went total b*tch on us that we “didn’t understand how to work a professional job because we were only food service” and basically told us we would get our money when she felt like it.
That weekend she misplaced her nametag required at work. She spent hours searching for it. At some point, I came across the nametag in a random spot and said nothing. She kept searching for it all weekend and was panicked that she would look bad to her boss, etc. I never moved or took the nametag but the whole time I knew where it was. She never found it and had to get a new one. She also never paid the back rent and we kicked her out a few weeks later.
I worked at a 50k+ tech company. I worked with a PM, Maggie, who misread my email and got her dates messed up. She scheduled a meeting for Thursday instead of Friday. When I told her she scheduled on a 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 troublemaker 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 sh*t on her and block her from getting hired. Take that Maggie, you. I never forget it.
This was my best revenge. I went through an awful divorce. My ex-wife cheated on me and 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 for 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.
I don’t mind when my roommates borrow my stuff. We’ve all been there. All I ask is that they replace what they take. You drink my milk? Just buy me a new milk. It’s as simple as that.
Unfortunately, my roommate doesn’t seem to get this. She keeps taking my stuff and when I ask her to please replace everything she takes she’ll buy one new thing and “forget” to do it the next time despite having more money than me.
I finally snapped when I wanted to wash my clothes but only found an empty box that used to contain my washing powder. I don’t buy fancy or expensive stuff and I don’t care about brands. After using the last of my powder a week earlier she could literally have bought the cheapest no-brand powder in the world and I would have been fine. I just snapped. I had told her over and over to not use my washing powder if she wasn’t going to replace it and I just had enough.
I bought a new box of washing powder, and some Dylon machine dye, mixed it with a bit of the washing powder and dumped it into the old box. When the dye is dry it looks like washing powder, especially if you’re not expecting it. I took my new box of washing powder to my room and waited.
A week later I came home from work and saw her laundry hanging outside, all with a mysterious pink color. She stomped up to me and demanded to know what I had done. I told her I was going to dye my own clothes and someone had told me the shade would be lighter if I mixed it with powder (lie), then asked her why she had used it when it had clearly been in a box with my name on it when I had told her not to use it because she never replaced it?
I don’t think she believed me but she finally got the message. She almost never takes my stuff and when she does she’s quick to replace it.
My mom had a fantastic one. She was a language teacher at my high school and years after I had graduated, she called me kind of upset because a group of guys was trying to make her look dumb. The class was supposed to write one of those team dialogues in Spanish, and had a week or so to prepare it, then had to perform it in front of the class. When she called for them to do theirs, they said, “But we already did ours, we’re not doing it again.” She said, “You definitely didn’t do it, I don’t have any record of it here and I would remember it if you had.” They refused to do it, insisting they already performed it and that it was her fault she didn’t take notes/scores down. She was feeling puzzled and questioning herself when one of the good kids came and said, “They didn’t do it – they were bragging about making you look stupid and threatened the whole class if they told you anything. But please don’t tell them I told you this, I don’t want any problems with them.” (These were those stereotypical dumb jock types who everyone was scared of for whatever reason).
My mom was really into yoga at the time and got a great idea while meditating. She went in the next day and said, “Boys, I owe you an apology. I found my notes on your presentation and I do remember it, I don’t know how I forgot!” She went on to describe all the grammatical mistakes they made, that their dialogue hadn’t been as long as required, that they didn’t include the necessary vocabulary, etc. All made up. She failed them all on the project and they couldn’t do a thing about it without admitting they’d made it all up.
Back in college, I used to write papers on the side. I charged $50 a pop. I wrote the paper, they paid me then I gave it to them. This one chick needed me to write a quick research essay due in a week. No problem.
She gave me the paper she had started, so I could match her writing style. And we went our separate ways. Over the week, she kept asking for the price to be dropped. She was a friend and I’m a nice person. No problem. $30. Then $20. Fine. Easy 3-page paper. It’s cool.
She tells a buddy of ours that she wasn’t going to pay my dumb a** at all but was going to fake a “running late, I’ll pay you after class” deal so I’d give her the paper. Now I’m not one to believe a rumor, but this is a source of income for me. So I wrote a 2nd paper just in case.
Sure enough, the next morning, two minutes before class, she comes running into class and is all “I’ll pay you after.” So I handed her the second paper.
The first page and the work cited page were 100%. 2nd and 3rd page? Sheer gibberish of paragraphs clearly lifted out of random Internet sites that I so helpfully added a work cited page with the links to the sites I lifted them from.
My mother-in-law has a habit of showing up a day earlier than agreed upon. We’ve had to cancel plans because of her shenanigans.
When our kids were younger one day my husband made plans with MIL and told her repeatedly that he and I were busy the day before. Two days before the agreed visit she messages saying she’s excited to see us “tomorrow”, her hubby reminds her “Saturday, we’re busy tomorrow”.
Anyway, Friday happens. Hubby goes to work events and is unable to be contacted most of the day. My plans are cancelled due to one of the kids throwing up. Nap time rolls around, I settle the kids down and go to enjoy some quiet internet time when there’s a knock at the door. We don’t open the lounge blinds a lot because of nosy apartment neighbours, so I was safe from sight. I checked the peephole in case it was the postie, but nah, MIL I’m all her annoying glory.
I silently deadbolt the door, sneak to the back door and check the locks. Then I snuggled into my bed with my kids, to keep them calm in case the knocking woke them. I checked the peephole after an hour and saw her sulking on the front step clearly trying to reach hubby on the phone.
Except I had messaged him “your mum is here, I’m ignoring her.” So he knew why she was calling and ignored her completely. She finally left just before the kids woke from their nap.
The next day when she arrived she asked what I did the day before and I said: “nothing. I was home all day”.
I got reviewed at work by a manager I had never met before. I had done everything I was always told to do, and more, but he still marked me low. I know it’s because they wanted to avoid giving me a raise, but at least say you don’t want to/can’t afford to. I’ll at least respect your honesty. Anything else, and you can go f*ck yourself.
Anyway, he told me I didn’t go the extra mile. I pointed out that I always do. His response? “Well, I never see you do it”. I said, “Well, maybe if management didn’t always hang out at guest services and went around to the other floors, where I am doing my job, you’d have seen me”. That got him to yell at me and mark me poorly for attitude, but idgaf.
Later on, he came up to me and asked me if I could stay late. Given that I’d previously told him I didn’t have anything else to do the next day, he probably thought I’d say yes.
I looked him in the eyes and said “Sorry, but I don’t see that you guys need my help.”
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…?
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*tching about everything I did. They didn’t like the siding I was having put on, my front door color was ugly, and they hated all the different colored flowers I planted. They didn’t like the idea 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*tching 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.
I was working at a taco place in the drive-thru, and this one customer was being so rude!
He ordered some things, and I repeated back his order, and he said I was completely wrong and wasn’t listening. Then he kept yelling at me through the speaker. Then when he got to the window, he didn’t even look at me and gave me his money.
Of course, I was just angry. One of the things he ordered was 10 crunchy tacos with mild sauce. The food was ready. Before I gave him his tacos, I ‘checked’ his 10 tacos and crushed 7/10 tacos. Then gave him 12 packets of diablo sauce and 2 packets of mild sauce. I happily gave him the food.
We recently launched a project to a select group of beta testers. Late on a Sunday evening (I’m not paid to be on call or work on weekends), I get an email from the boss, cc’ing everyone involved in the project, that the entire site is down, please can I get it sorted urgently, as this makes the company look bad. Complete with a screenshot of the problem.
I’m really glad for the screenshot. I didn’t even need to open my laptop to see what the problem was. I’m mildly peeved at the tone of the email and I don’t think including everyone plus the janitor was really necessary. So I reply-all to all, saying that the reason the boss is getting that error is because he has typed the wrong website into his browser.
I get a sheepish mail from him the next day saying that no, it was actually one of the beta testers that had sent him the message about the website not working and a screenshot, and he had just forwarded it and wasn’t glad it wasn’t actually a problem. Suuuuurrrre, buddy.
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.
My apartment building only has one elevator. I was coming in with my dog and this group of guys had been barking at my dog to try to get her worked up. I scurried into the building and got onto the elevator before they got there. Got to my floor and pressed every single floor button I could so they had to wait.
I had a neighbor that had a dog that I sh*t you not, barked from bout 7 pm til 5 am 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 9 am.
They came over raving mad to my wall by about 12, asking me to shut my dog up. I said “It’s 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 every day.”
They started bringing the dog in at night after that.
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.
My significant other had a double life. He had a girlfriend that thought she was in a full-blown relationship when he practically lived with me. She thought I was getting in the way of their love story so she contacted me to give me the what’s up. For context, I knew nothing about her. Unfortunately, she was the side chick who believed that coming to his place for 1-2 hours once a week to give him sexual favors was a legit relationship. When she contacted me to try to tell me to stay away from her man I called him and he freaked out.
I told him it was either her or me. He cried and pleaded and told me he can’t live without me. I made him dump her on the phone in front of me. I then turned around and dumped him. That was 100% always my plan LOL
I was riding on an Uber Pool this morning when an incredibly inconsiderate individual got in the passenger seat.
He pulled out his phone and started watching videos at full volume and blasting music.
“Do you happen to have headphones?” I asked
“No, why would I need headphones?” he responded
“Because you’re in a car with other people and it’s a considerate thing to do not to force everyone else to listen to your videos and music?”
“That sounds like a you problem” he replies going back to watching his video.
So I pulled out my phone and blasted Baby Shark from the backseat for the remainder of the ride. If he turned around or got upset, well that’s a you problem.
I mailed my sh*tty ex-best friend an envelope double stuffed with glitter and a note saying “I know what you did”. I wasn’t referring to anything in particular, but she lies about practically everything so it was enough to mess with her for a while.
I had a falling out with a housemate and decided to move out. He informed me that he would not take a check for the balance of money I owed him (final month’s rent, my share of the utilities, etc.). So I paid him the $300 or so in cash. A big pile of $1 bills, all crumpled and dumped on his counter during the lunch rush at the deli he owned. Made him count it out and write me a receipt.
My roommate in college was disgustingly messy and a raging b*tch. When I had the flu once, I left a blanket and sweatshirt in the living room to keep warm.
Woke up to a text along the lines of “You’re a disgusting pig. The apartment is a disaster. Get all of your belongings out of the living area or we’re going to have a problem.”
And honestly, if she had nicely asked then fine. And if she weren’t insanely messy then fine. But she had to go full-out b*tch.
She had forgotten that I had provided all of the furniture for our apartment. Couch, table, TV etc. All “my belongings”.
So, while she was in class, I called up some friends on the football team that occasionally helped people move for spare cash. We loaded up every single piece of furniture onto their truck and just parked it a few blocks away on the street.
Cue my roommate coming home to an empty f*cking apartment. Screaming at me and calling me names. I just told her I was following her orders and I moved out “all of my belongings”. She was dumbfounded and really had nothing to say.
Obviously brought the furniture back hours later. But certainly proved my point.
My boss sent me an email where she said my performance of a task was incomplete. I politely replied that, according to my notes of our discussion of the task, I had done all the things we discussed but please let me know what I missed so I could complete the task.
We went back and forth 2 or 3 times, her hinting that I’d missed something, me replying to please just let me know what it was.
She finally replied with the missed expectation (which I’d inadvertently omitted from my notes) and accused me of “trying to create a paper trail to establish that you’d completed the task.”
Rather than responding that I’d literally asked her for guidance in completing the task in every interaction regarding the task (thus admitting I hadn’t completed the task), the next morning, I got in early and took an index card and created a little paper trail between her parking spot and her office.
I was at the gym today, minding my own business with my AirPods in, music up loud, so I could drown out the sound of the television which they keep very loud. My gym is very tiny, the cardio room has 8 machines in it. The older guy on the machine next to me was on the phone talking louder than the television, so I could hear him even with my music playing. I was trying to be nice thinking maybe he had an emergency or something, but after about 15 minutes, I was really annoyed. Other people even started leaving because it was so obnoxious. So, completely out of character for me, I started singing at the top of my lungs, purposely out of key. The song on my playlist at that moment was “She Wants to Move” by NERD. I think the guy got the point as he hung up shortly after I started “singing”. Don’t mess with an introvert.
Years ago when I was 17, my loser boyfriend, sisters and their boyfriends were hanging out at our house on a hot summer evening.
My mom and dad were out of town so we were hungry and called up Pizza Hut for a couple of big pizzas which had to be picked up because there wasn’t delivery back in the day. Pizza Hut was about 6 miles, through major tourist traffic, and not one of those a**h*l*s would come with me to pick it up. And, they were mean about it to my face. They stayed home while I drove through insane traffic for their stupid dinner.
So. I got the pizza, sat down and ate two pieces, doused the rest in parmesan and crushed red peppers and drove home and delivered their now uncomfortably spicy pizza. Them yelling at me was pretty funny.
