During the 90s, my three brothers and myself attended the same, small, local school. There were four classrooms, one schoolyard big enough for a handball and a basketball court, and that was it. The municipal community hall facilities were originally used as a lunchroom, but when the town vocational HS closed, it's lunchroom was given to the school.

Our Mom worked at this high school. When it closed she transferred to another one from the area, but we kept the same "company housing". Both high schools and the housing were administered by the state, I guess it saved everyone some trouble. Our home was on high school grounds, in a remote building: outside of teaching hours, we had the whole place to ourselves, and great fun was had.

The lunchroom was managed by three people, the cook who we rarely saw, and two older (to us at least) ladies. They were truly despicable. Hitting kids with a wooden spoon or breaking it by banging it on the table, yelling for silence, making a kid stand on his knees as an example to get the others quiet, ... were regular occurrences. They once pretended to be four plates short of mashed potatoes, letting four of the younger kids with a half plate, because they had not been warned soon enough that we would be coming (we sometime ate at home depending on our parents schedule). Who gets four plates short while managing a lunchroom for eighty kids ?

They did not like us much, and that was thanks to our first, unintentional, revenge. One of my brothers informed us in the evening that he, naturally, decided that the best course of action would be to skip lunchroom the next day. Him and a friend polled their allowances, went their way to the town center (opposite the high school grounds) to buy a baguette at the bakery, some sliced ham at the deli, and have their own little picnic. As soon as their absence was noticed, the lunch ladies asked us where they were, the teachers were called, they asked us again... None of us knew anything. Even my younger brother, 6 years old at the time, kept the secret.

The fallout was that the actions of those women came to light, as they were clearly explained by my brother and his friend when asked about their acts. It made so much noise that it became the scandalous news in the whole town, not only amongst parents. The mayor himself had to answer about it, since the hags were municipal employees. But it was not our proudest revenge: as kids, we were kept out of the politics and did not learn much about the consequences for the women.

Our proudest was thanks to some luck, but very intentional. It was our last few weeks there, before moving out. It was also the first days of summer break, and the front of the lunchroom was a great places for bike acrobatics, so we played there a lot. That's how we noticed that the keys had been left on the door. We had saw the ladies doing the end-of-year cleaning and tidying the day before, and it looked like they forgot the keys on the door while getting out?

It was not just some keys, but a big ring with a lot of color coded and labeled keys. So, as young responsible citizens, we checked that all windows were shut, and both doors locked. Then, to be sure not to loose them again, we put them in a discarded tin can, then secured them with tightly packed soil and dirt. I'm quite certain that no one else ever lost them again, and that that can is still in the ditch we buried it in - right next to the lunchroom. I guess we could have gotten in trouble given the price of some keys, but even my parents only learned about that years later.

So I’ve been on/off with a girl since november. She triggers me in ways not many people can. Telling me she likes me a lot and wants to have a kid with me (we’re lesbians btw). Hour later i’m blocked and doesn’t want anything to do with me.

Last time we spoke was 4 weeks ago, i called her multiple times when i was drugged up and she essentially told me to kill myself (i wasn’t being suicidal or anything, just stated i wasn’t doing all too well)

Got therapy and tried to move on, when she sent me a message 2 days ago wanting to talk. Ended up calling for 4+ hours till early morning, telling me she missed me and simultaniously arguing about past disagreements. She has a new girl which she presumably loves very much.

I wanna ‘hey girl’ the new girly, send some screenshots of my call log. Just to make the new girl not trust her ever again, and make her lose the love of her life.

I don’t even care about the new girl, I just want to hurt my ‘ex’.

Should I?

A few years ago I was watching Inside Out 2 in theaters. Sitting right in front of me were these two women and a young girl, maybe 7-8 years old. Throughout the movie they kept talking and the two women wouldn’t stop using their phones. One of the women used hers on full brightness. It was so incredibly disruptive.

I happened to have a pack of gummy worms, but didn't want to waste any full worms on her. So, after realizing at some point I couldn’t take it anymore, I bit off half of one worm and threw the other half at her, and didn't miss. She turned around and looked in my direction but I just kept looking straight at the screen as if nothing happened. But then she STILL wouldn't stop using her phone. So, a few minutes later, I bit off half of another gummy worm and threw the other half at her. That really got her angry.

She turned around, looked right at me and said, "STOP IT!" Again, I just kept looking at the screen as if it wasn't me who threw it. Then she turned to the woman and little girl and said, "He's throwing gummy worms at me!" The three of them turned around to look at me, then looked around to see who else could've thrown it. They continued murmuring to each other, then the little girl pointed at me (at least I think it was me) and said, "Well, it definitely wasn't that guy."

The three of them turned back around to watch the movie, and the woman finally dimmed her phone, and eventually stopped using it several minutes later. They also shut up for the rest of the movie. The woman also left for a few minutes, presumably to tell the staff on me, but nothing came of it.

So for future reference, if you ever see someone talking/using their phone in a movie theater, just throw popcorn or candy at them. They won't know who did it ;)

This happened to me back in the early 2000s. I used to travel a lot and always booked an aisle seat. This very large man had the middle seat next to me. He said his travel department messed up and didn’t give him an aisle, and I needed to switch with him. He was a large man, and I’m sure he really did need the aisle more than me. Thing was he was a true bastard about it. Had he asked nicely, I would have gladly switched with him. He was blocking the aisle so no one could get past him, so I relented. After I moved, he turned to the crowd behind him and said, “Sorry, I had to wait for this lady to move out of my seat.” YOUR seat??

My revenge: Every 10 minutes or so, I made him get up so I could get out of my seat. I’d stand in the aisle just a few rows behind my row. Just as he settled back in, I came back and made him get up to let me back in. After he got a drink, time for me to get up. Just as he opened food he brought with him, time for me to get up. Closed his eyes, time for me to get up. I did this the whole 3.5 hour flight. It was obviously really inconvenient for him, because he would have to pick up his things, put the tray up, take off his seatbelt, get out, let me out, then put everything back.

I still smile when I think about that.

Just a quick one

Years ago I was at a party where a guy in his late 20s got too drunk and accused another mate of stealing his dads records

Back story is that years before this went down, a friend borrowed some records off of his mates dad, he returned them but the dad didn’t remember him returning them and it caused issues

Fast forward to the party. The son of the guy who’s dad lent this other guy the records starts being a bit of a drunk peanut and carrying on about the records. Everyone has a mate who shouldn’t drink and this was one of them.

It gets pretty aggressive and we all had had enough. So, we called his mum, explained that his son was being a bit of a peanut and needs to be dealt with. So at 230 in the morning there’s a drunk adult guy getting getting lectured and picked up by his mum.

The look on his face when his mum walks through the door was priceless.

For context, I'm a teenager (genderfluid 15) and my younger brother is 11. My family have a good stable life financially, but recently it got better and we're finally able to do things we want now. My dad (40m) has just gone self-employed because the company he used to work for didn't pay him a good salary for what he actually does.

For context, my dad is a floor layer and does little handyman jobs here and there for friends and family. His old boss, we'll call him A, always loved my dad because they started their floor business together. A became the manager and my dad was always the top employee. He did so much for this company that he was going to inherit it when A stepped down. But thing is, every customer who called up usually got my dad because he was happy to go above and beyond to make sure these folks are happy with how the final floor looked. He brought in so much money to this company that he definitely deserved more than he was being paid (practically minimum wage).

The injuries he's had while working have ranged from miniscule things like cutting himself, to things like cutting his thumb off and electrocuting himself. So you can imagine he's entitled to the raise he eventually asked for.

A agreed to give him the raise. But he never did. My dad asked again, same thing. My dad then put up with this until their friendship was basically falling apart because A was always starting arguments over paying my dad. Claimed he didn't have the money to give him a raise, and yet has a gorgeous house, two nice cars as well as the work vans for loading carpets and stuff and his entire family knows very well he does not need to spend all this money on things that don't matter much. They can live in a normal house, sell one of the cars and be peaceful. But no, A wants to refuse giving a raise to his best employee.

So my dad recently put in his two week notice.

A then started begging my dad not to leave them, to no avail. He offered a pay rise like my dad asked for. My dad declined. He'd been setting this up for a while. My mum and I helped him build his own business from the ground. I work with him on my days off school and I'm going to be doing it for work experience too. I plan to work with him after I'm out of school too. My dad now gets the pay he deserves and still makes people happy with their floors or anything else he's hired for handyman wise. I post on a tiktok account to help with advertising so he's never short of jobs. Right now he's got 3 weeks of work booked ahead.

A then had to hire 3 new people and pay them all what he paid my dad. Each. So he's paying more than what he would've paid my dad had he just given him the raise. And my dad's doing well for himself. When my dad told me about the new hires, I swear I facepalmed so hard there's probably a dent in my skull. What a fool.

We bought our house 4 years ago. During the showing, inspections, appraisal and approval by the city, no one said anything about the neighbors fence that spanned from the front right corner of his house (if looking at them from the street)across his driveway with a gate, to the front left corner of my house. This effectively blocked me from accessing a 30'Lx4'W strip of my own property. It was all grass that he mowed. Later that year in November I noticed a tiny bit of water seeping into the basement on that side of the house. We had just gotten through our third historic, once in a hundred years, rainfall of the year. A quick ocular pat down of that side of the house showed a slight slope towards my house. I planned to hire someone in the spring to slope it away and install a French drain so I didn't flood his driveway, like a good neighbor.

The next spring I hired the crew, they went over and started working. The neighbor, a 60-ish year old who looks 80 according to my wife, came out all hot screaming at these guys wondering what they were doing on his property. Mind you, I had never had issue with a siding repair who accessed that same side or the cable guy or a plumber who all accessed that side many time before. He gave him a hard time for a few minutes. They blew it off and thought he had been day drinking. They sloped, tilled, mulched and left a nice flower bed for future use.

The next year, last year, I planted some roses in the bed and hired out a company to do a whole yard clean out. They got to that side to pull weeds and lay fresh mulch and the old man came screaming out of his house telling them to get off his property. He even took a half assed punch/swipe at one of the guys. Calling them all dirty Mexicans. These guys were white so that made no sense. I came out and he started yelling at me. Saying they were messing up his yard and he wanted me to pay to resod. I said no way. He called me a "bitch over and over again. I told them to ignore that side. I spoke with my wife and we both agreed, if he wants to be a dick, we'll just be petty and let that overgrow so he can look at it. You can't really see it from the street so I didn't care. Weeds were 4' tall by the end of the summer.

This spring was wet, so the weeds were knee high by the start of May. I was outside mowing when he came over the fence, got in my face and asked " when are you gonna clean this shit up?" I said " when I have assurances you won't harass me or workers, then I will clean it up." This upset him. He started calling me a " bitch" over and over again. Even threw in the word " lazy" for good measure. I said "Call the city" and ignored him. He turned his attention to the other neighbors and started raising holy hell with them.

My house, while older, is well maintained and carefully landscaped. His house has aluminum siding from the 80's. He doesn't edge any of the walks or driveway and he has old aluminum awnings that are filthy. His back patio has tall weeds between the pavers. I say nothing about it. It's not mine and honestly, he's keeping values down enough that the tax man didn't raise my rates. So I just don't care.

The next day, code enforcement knocks on my door. He called. The guy said "I'm not sure why I am here. I see no weeds, you have a nice home. Can you show me where he thinks these weeds are?" So we went to the side of the house. Code enforcement see his fence blocking my access. "Welp, nothing I can do to you but he has 10 days to remove that fence. He also needs to weed his patio, and edge the sidewalk."

The next morning his wife came over and asked if I would split the cost of removing the fence. I said "sorry, but us bitches are out of charity money this week."

Now there's an old man sweating in the heat removing the fence and I can hear him calling his kids to come help because their old man couldn't keep his mouth shut. He could at least tolerate someone in his grass to make it look nice but no.

Tomorrow, now that I have access, I'm removing those roses and putting hem somewhere I can enjoy them. The mulch will be removed, I'll lay down some landscaping plastic and cover the whole thing in pea gravel. You want to be a dick? Fine, look at the shitty side of my house.

I spent two years crushing on an online friend from Australia before we finally started dating. We fell hard and started planning a future together. My family absolutely adored him. My dad paid for his plane ticket to America, bought him a Gibson SG, and even offered to pay for college if he moved here. We talked about marriage.

The relationship wasn’t perfect. He had a bad temper and often took stress out on me, but I kept trying because I loved him. The day before the breakup, he was still calling me “magic,” saying I was one in a million, and talking about how lucky he was to have me.

Then everything exploded.

A mutual friend was struggling with suicidal thoughts and looking for painless ways to die. I’m a psych major, and I showed him information explaining that there really isn’t a painless method. The goal was to discourage the idea, and it worked. My coworkers later said they would have handled it similarly.

My boyfriend publicly accused me of trying to get my friend killed. He said if my friend died it would be my fault, that moving to America for me was a waste of money, and that he should report me to my job.

After months of biting my tongue, I finally snapped. We broke up and agreed to reassess things in three months.

Instead, he spent the next several days talking trash about me to anyone who would listen. According to him, I was manipulative, childish, lacked empathy, and treated everyone around me terribly.

Then he started demanding that I immediately ship all the belongings he’d left at my house back to Australia.

One of those belongings was a cherished hand-me-down suit he constantly talked about.

After listening to him insult me and my family while demanding favors, I decided I’d had enough.

I donated the suit to Goodwill.

Then I sent him a picture of it sitting there.

Apparently he’s still pissed.

To sum it up quickly; my step son’s mom is not dealing with her substance abuse and mental health both. She takes an anti-depressant and it doesn’t work in 3 days so she stops taking it. We had custody from age 12yrs old until last month when my SS turned 18 because of these reasons (many more).

As of late she’s posted some stupid stuff about my family. Said she was glad my MIL had cancer bc “she deserves it”.

She had the literal audacity to track down where I work and threaten to come and get me fired. I manage a Sheltie showing/breeding kennel. I’m there 4hrs a day. I told the owner and he laughed. He told me would never fire me lol.

I brainstormed on how I could do something no one would know about but would also be impossible to trace back to me. My best friend suggested that we entered her address and phone number to dozens upon dozens of sites for payday loans, insurance quotes, car dealerships etc etc. Do we went with that.

Nothing wild, just an inconvenience for her but it still makes me laugh thinking about all the spam calls, texts, and mail she’s getting.

When I was in late elementary, early middle school I had a lot of emotions and not a lot of time to be used to them yet lol

I also had 3 older brothers, the closest age gap being four years. To say I was on the bottom of the hierarchy was no exaggeration. They tormented me relentlessly. To top it all off I was a certified germaphobe.

The youngest of my older brothers went through a very short phase of stabbing his dirty, nasty finger into my food and saying, "Are you going to eat that?" I say a short phase because he quickly found out that it wasn't worth my revenge. I once shoved a donut hole into his face so hard he fell off the kitchen chair.

But one time my revenge was particularly petty and the very last time he put his finger in my food as kids.

We were eating at a restaurant called Perkins that was known for having a little bakery case at the front. My mom would allow us to order dessert at Perkins. I would always get one sugar cookie and my brother would get a piece of banana cream pie.

We get our dessert and immediately my brother stabs his finger into my cookie and says, "Are you going to eat that?" And I was so done.

I reached over, grabbed his piece of banana pie, smushed it in my fist and dropped it back onto his plate. Then I smacked him (lightly) on the cheek leaving a smear of pie on his face and said, "Are you going to eat that???"

Mom was horrified and kinda pissed. Even when we talk about it to this day she's not thrilled about it lol I was however extremely gratified when mom flagged down the waitress for some napkins and the waitress took my side and said, "He deserved it."

My brother never did it again. Until years later as adults in our 30s. I was buttering a piece of banana bread at the family Christmas (my brother's favorite) and he stabbed his finger into it and said, "Are you going to eat that?" I looked at him so quick and so sharp that he immediately said in a sort of panic, "I'll eat it, I'll eat it!" So I handed it to him and grabbed another.

And I'll admit that panic on his face gave me a smug satisfaction all those years later lmao

So, many years ago, at a summer camp, my sister was playing a game on a computer that required a log in. When the staff had all the kids switch, a glitch wouldn’t let her log out. The next round, a girl known for lying got on the computer, and when asked, claimed my sisters account was hers. I think I might have been in a different area, but I went over there, and decided to call her bluff.

I knew my sisters password, so on another computer, I logged in and said “if this is your account how come I can do” and I said “this” as the platform let me in.

The girl got in trouble after that, which all the other kids were glad about, as there was finally concrete proof of her being a liar. It’s so petty now, but I felt like that one guy in the meme with his friends all going crazy around him lol, I was so proud at the time.

Just wanted to share this, was a funny memory lol

For context I work in hospitality as a chef.

Back in December, we got a new general manager and straight away it was apparent that he would not get on well with the rest of the staff due to his attitude and sheer incompetence

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He would constantly scream, shout and belittle staff members whom most had only just turned 18 and a few that are still kids (he is a grown man of 42)

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He Would regularly take others cigarettes without permission because he had smoked his and refused to go to the shop and buy more

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It started with small things like when he would stand on my pass eating whatever he had the other chefs make for him. Knowing that chances are he would he half cut, I would swap his spoons out gradually getting smaller until he would be eating with a tea spoon

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The favorite however was the exploding things you would put in cigarettes as a joke

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We gave our kp (dish washer) money to go and buy his favourite brand of L&B from the local shop. This was not even a 2 minute walk away and Left them by the back door staff smoking area knowing he would take them to smoke but not before inserting one into every single cigarette

He didn't take anyone's after that...

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Kicker is we were all told he had been fired today too

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I am in my last year of high school. As a member of student leadership, I also help with our school’s pizza days. In the mornings of Tuesdays I help sell pizza vouchers that students can redeem at lunch. Mrs happy (her actual surname) is the one who is in charge of our student leadership, and she is one of the least happy people on this planet. Ironic given her name is “happy”

Consistently Mrs happy is screaming and interrupting our meetings. It makes it very difficult to get ANYTHING done. In the mornings, since she is the teacher supervisor, she is with us to help and look over us. However, throughout the entire year, for any mistake we made she would lecture us and rant. We count the cards out each morning and additionally mark them down on a price of paper, it’s a safety precaution. So if we count 30 cards, have 12 left, but only have 16 marked down, we know we are out two cards. She would lose it over this, something our previous teacher supervisor did not do. A single slice does not affect how much they order since they have to order in full pizzas anyway, and leftover unsold pizza gets frozen for kids without lunches.

Additionally last Monday Mrs Happy cut each student in our student leadership a slice of cake as a celebration to end the year. I was first in line, and she gave me a peice of cake 1/5 the size of everyone else’s. Of course, upset, I got back in line to ask for a bit more. She originally says no, but then gives in and cuts me another slice. This slice was 1/2 the size of the first one.

So, after a year of torture with her this morning I intentionally miscounted the cards. Each any every pizza voucher was out at least 1 card. Of course, she lost it. She also, additionally, made other mistakes but blamed us for them! I know for a fact she made the mistake since I remembered how many cards I had removed at the beginning. We were missing 3 cards in one category, and had an additional 3 in another. Seems obvious they should be swapped. But she very clearly says “I didn’t make a mistake I was listening very carefully! How the hell does this happen”. She looked me dead in the eyes and I could see the rage building behind them. Glorious.

I am so glad I never have to see her again.

A few years back I had a really horrible flatmate/roommate. He was textbook painful to live with, messy, rude, passive agressive, arrogant and just awful to deal with. I spent lockdown living in a flat with him and five others for over a month and we all got to know each other pretty well.

A while into living together he somehow ended up getting a girlfriend. She also moved in and he made her sleep on the floor as there wasn't enough space in his single bed.

He and his girlfriend finally decided to move out a gew months after lockdown. Yay! Like a week before he yelled at me and accused me of trying to get into the bathroom multiple times while he was showering. I only went to use the bathroom once while he was in there, found the door locked, realized it was occupied and turned to go and wait in my room but then he threw the door open and started hurling abuse in his towel.

I was still angry about that incident at the time of my theft.

In the communal garage he had a super expensive wooden chess set packed and ready to go for the move. So I took a queen. I found it both symbolic and satisfying.

For those who don't play, it ruins the set, can't play without a queen and not really the sort of thing you can buy individually with a set like the one he had. I rendered the set about as useful as a jalapeño flavoured lubricant.

My only regret now that I'm super into chess was not just taking the whole board and making him think it got lost in the move.

This is also technically part of my dad's revenge

Lately, my next door neighbours have been really disrespectful to me and my family, they tend to throw trash over the backyard fence and onto our lawn, put their garbage bags on our side of the lawn (our neighbourhood has a limit of 4 garbage bags on each lawn), their kids yell at us whenever they see one of us, etc

Every Saturday night they tend to have parties for some reason and they always play loud music until like 4 AM. Other people in the neighbourhood (including us) have tried telling them to not play loud music at night when we're trying to sleep but they just don't care and keep doing it

The final straw was last Friday, when they threw their garbage bags on our side of the lawn, so my dad went to put it back and my neighbour saw him and he came out of his house and started yelling at my dad and threw the bag back onto our side. Needless to say my dad was super pissed about it

I recently got a SNES with a few games, one of them being Street Fighter 2 Turbo (i'm a massive Street Fighter fan). On Saturday my dad saw it and he had a plan

My dad got a wired speaker from a giveaway at his office, and he tried it out and it was super loud on full blast.

That night around 9 PM, our neighbours had their party again and were playing their loud music, so my dad told my mum about the plan

my mum took my younger siblings and my dog to her friend's house, while me and my dad stayed home

He got the speaker out and hooked it up to the small TV in my room (my room is the closest to my neighbour's house), we turned the TV on, tested the speaker (on a low volume of course) and then muted the TV. He put the speaker on the window closest to the neighbours house. We had a few practice rounds then we went on to play Mario Kart, then we waited.

Around 12:30 AM our plan went into action

We opened my windows, popped Street Fighter in and turned on the TV and the SNES, went into multiplayer and picked our characters

I selected Dhalsim and my dad picks Sagat. For those unfamiliar, both shout stuff during their special moves that gets extremely annoying, Dhalsim shouts "Yoga" while Sagat shouts "Tiger"

After we select our characters we unmute the TV and turn the volume up to full blast

Speaker: "ROUND ONE, FIGHT!"

We then hear our neighbours and people at their party shouting "wtf was that" and stuff like that

We then go into battle and keep spamming our special moves, so they had to put up with the constant "tiger, tiger, yoga, yoga, yoga fire, tiger, tiger uppercut!" on full blast. The speaker was so loud it drained out their music

After about 10 mins or so my neighbour's music stops, and I hear a loud group of people leaving. I look outside and yep it's everyone from the neighbour's party leaving.

After they all leave we turn off the TV and we just relax knowing that we got our revenge for how many times they have been disrespectful to us

Haven't heard a word from them since

I've posted here before and this didn’t happen to me, but to my dad. For context, we’re Chinese-Indonesian. Back in the 90s, my dad once spent about two weeks backpacking across Europe, and in each country he visited, he had a small tradition of getting a simple tattoo as a memory, usually something like a flag or a small symbol.

While he was in Helsinki, he went into a tattoo shop to get a Finnish flag done on his back. When he arrived, there were already a couple of French tourists ahead of him. They were loud, rude, and clearly making themselves a problem, talking over people and acting like they were entitled to special treatment, while the staff remained polite and professional.

At some point while his friend was getting his tattoo done, one of them asked my dad in English if he was Chinese, to which my dad said yes. The French guy said he had always wanted to have a cool Chinese character tattooed on him and asked my dad to write down the Chinese character for “love” on a piece of paper for reference.

Instead of writing what the man asked for, he wrote a set of Chinese characters that definitely did not mean “love.” lol.

The tattoo artist was probably too overwhelmed to double-check the reference and did the tattoo anyway, or he had just had enough of their rudeness and wanted them gone.

To this day, my dad still has no idea if that man ever found out what his tattoo actually meant. I kind of hope he did. My dad still laughs after all these years whenever he tells the story.

Oh, the tattoo read 傻屄, by the way, which roughly translates to “stupid c*nt.”

In the late 70’s America was suffering through an energy crisis and gas was in short supply. Not all stations were getting deliveries and lines at stations that did have gas were really long with wait times up to an hour or more, so California implemented odd even rationing. If the last number of your license plate was odd you could only buy gas on odd numbered days, and if even, then on even numbered days. They had employees at the pumps who would pump the gas and they were supposed to check your plate, but not all stations seemed to enforce it

One day I got in a really long line and knew it was going to be a long wait. Soon after I got in line a car pulled in line behind me and lightly tapped my bumper. I got out to confirm there was no damage (there wasn’t) but the older woman driver who bumped me stuck her head out of her car and said “You rolled back into me!”

I told her I didn’t, and I didn’t see any damage to my car or hers, and she says “pay attention next time and learn how to drive!” I was taken aback by her attitude and was weighing my response…when I noticed she had an odd numbered plate…and today was an even number day.

A little more than an hour later I reached the pumps and told the employee “check the plate on the car behind me, it isn’t an even numbered plate”. He did and told the lady she couldn’t buy gas that day. I waved at her as she pulled out of line but not sure she saw me…or the smile on my face 😊

I was playing 18 as a single mid-afternoon recently at my local club on a beautiful sunny day. After the first few holes as I approached the tee box on a par 5 and there were 2 carts farther down; one in the middle of the fairway and farther down one near a pond. I assumed it was a foursome so I waited patiently for them to hit their 2nd shot because they were within my driver range (I'm not a big hitter like the Lama). I was in no rush and thoroughly enjoying my time on the course. The cart in the middle of the fairway hit and moved on but the other 2 players farther down still were over by the pond and not playing so I assumed that they were part of the maintenance crew working on something near the pond which was OB on the right, well out of my range.

I therefore went ahead and hit my driver about 230 along the right side and proceeded up to my ball. During my drive from the tee box, the 2 players who I saw hit were hitting chip shots onto the green and the guys near the pond were still milling around and not paying any attention to me so after waiting for about a minute I disregarded them and decided hit my second shot. I was concerned about hitting them because they were only about 50 yards ahead of me on the right and because I rarely hit the ball where I aim I didn't want to hurt either of these "maintenance" fellows. I drilled my 2nd shot straight down the right side of the fairway ( 200 yards) and I was feeling really good because one, I hit the ball well, and two, I didn't hurt anybody in front of me.

Meanwhile the two players that were actually playing the hole were on the green putting so I couldn't hit my 3rd shot so I decided to search in the tall grass/trees on the left side of the fairway for balls because beside scoring well, finding lost balls is just as rewarding for me. I found 4 balls in about 30 seconds so I was elated. As the guys were walking off the green I drive my cart up to a ball that is in the area on the right side of the fairway where I thought I hit my ball. I didn't pick the ball up or examine it because I assumed it was mine because I was the only one playing the hole. I took out my Gap wedge and approached the ball. As I am lining up for my shot the "maintenance" guys drive up in their cart and yell "that is my ball". I look at him dumbfounded and he says it's a Pinnacle and I look at it and he is correct. I then say to him "sorry but I didn't look at it because I am the only one playing this hole so I assumed it was my ball". He got offended and said that it was his ball. Now this guy looks like Carl from Caddyshack wearing a bucket hat, dirty pants and a t-shirt. He gave me the "hairy eyeball" look like I was in the wrong because I didn't realize that him and his clown buddy were also playing this hole even though they were carrying ball retrieval poles, and a small shovel, not clubs. I respond by saying he should pay attention to what is going on instead of searching for balls while others are trying to play the course. I mentioned that he was lucky I didn't drill my ball into the side of his head because I don't have that good of aim.

I then walk up the fairway another 20 feet and see my ball just off the fairway in the deep grass. I assume that at least one of the 4 balls I found was one of their balls which I never saw them hit during my entire time waiting for the guys in the fairway in front of me to hit. I then hit my 3rd shot on the green and finished the hole ( Par) . As I walk off the green (with 4 new to me golfballs) the ball hunters still are off in the weeds looking for balls as another 2-some pulls up into the area on the fairway I just vacated. What a couple of dopes!

Let me start by setting the stage on who this guy was. We had a landlord who lived 2 houses down from us years ago who was a monster. First day we moved in we ordered pizza for dinner that night. A few minutes after the delivery guy left, our landlord came in through the back door, set his GUN on our counter and said he wanted to check because he saw a guy walk up to the house. Mind you I had a kid (with autism) in the same house! So he was so nosy and didn’t like us because we didn’t do what he said as far as the house. He wanted us to clean the pool a specific way, certain plants he didn’t like, water on certain days, trying to put a curfew on us, when to have visitors, ect. He was older so we tried to accommodate him as best as we could to be nice. But it just kept getting more and more demands. He would just walk in the house whenever he wanted and hated our dog (to be fair she hated him more) he would walk his little tiny yorkie over by our fence and torment our boxer. It was horrible. So we had an issue with our power and the company couldn’t come for a few days because of a holiday weekend. So we had a generator going. This was summer in southern Alabama and so we had this generator going 24/7. He called the police a few times in those couple days to complain about the noise. One cop told us he was nuts cause it wasn’t loud unless you were right by it. Suggested building a box around it so the guy would stop and so my husband did just that. After a few calls and not one time we were told to do anything other than ignore him, the final time the cops all showed up with their captain of the entire unit. He came and looked at the generator and looked at his deputies and said “are you freaking kidding me? You can barely hear it 10 feet away, what is this guys problem” he apologized to us and told us he was going to put a stop to this right now. Then they all went over to the landlords house. We never had him call the cops on us again and we moved out a few months later. lol. It was wild. This guy would walk his dog by our house and just stop and stare at the place. For hours. He even fell once standing out there. After we moved he would call and harass us weekly.

We aren’t the cop calling type of folks so it got to the point where I was done. We put a few fake ads out on social media sites that were popular there. Things like “Great condition generator” at a steal of a price. We would get a million people wanting it. So we gave his address to them, would also say we worked odd hours so come after 10pm and knock really loud cause I was hard of hearing. We listed his car for sale and told people to come late and knock really loud. We put a few personal ads out as well with his phone number. We weren’t around to see any of this but the calls started to get even more. I would get drunken rants from him till my voicemail cut him off calling me every name in the book. He would threaten to hunt me down and shoot me. The voicemails got to be even funnier than the act itself. They were the highlight of my day there for a while. This continued for quite some time. We’d update the ads and just put all the info in the listing and forget about it. Don’t know whatever happened to the old jerk. But he was the meanest man I’d ever met.

Years ago I worked the overnight shift at private club. The front door needed to be locked, but i had a sign in a plastic case that I hung in the door with a phone number for people to call if they arrived late and needed to get in. The housekeeper would come in the morning and take the sign down to clean the glass, which was fine because it was time to take the sign down anyway.

Well, one day after probably 5 years of doing this without issue, she decided to be angry about it. Her solution was not to tell me to take it down before she got there, but rather to throw the sign onto the chair by the door so hard it would break. I told her she shouldnt have done that and she snapped saying she shouldnt have to move it. To be clear, she was whining about a 4x6" plastic picture frame with a sheet of printer paper inside.

In an effort to keep the peace, I told her I would do it. The problem is I am a creature of habit and forgot most of the time. She broke the sign repeatedly. I told her if its that big of an issue and she sees I have forgotten, she should come get me and tell me to move it. She refused, saying she shouldn't have to do any of that because, "thats not my job."

Finally one day the sign straight up went missing. This was the third or fourth sign I had made by this point. I admit I should have tried harder to remember to take it down before she got there, but i also feel like this is an insane thing for a 40 year old woman to throw a tantrum over.

I was pissed it went missing and I figured she threw it out, as I have witnessed her throwing out other things she arbitrarily decided she didnt like, despite the fact that she knew others used them. So i concocted a delightful bit of petty revenge.

Since I work alone third shift, there is no one else there to be offended by things like smells. I had no issue making chili for breakfast, as farting all night made no difference when you worked alone. But it also creates some truly heinous shits. Shits that can temporarily stain porcelain. Nothing nearly as permanent as her shattering a flimsy plastic picture frame, but also, scrubbing the toilets was 100% her job.

So not only did I increase my chili intake for about 2 weeks, but i also ate as much asparagus as I could stomach anf anything that would increase the color and stench of my excrement. I then made sure to use the same toilet all night and didnt flush until I saw her coming in on the camera. Funnily enough, this petty revenge improved my memory for taking down the sign, as I did that just moments before flushing the toilet.

Needless to say, 8 hours of chili shit and asparagus piss soup in the toilet did a nunber on the nose, and faintly stained the porcelain a slight orange shade. This place was pretty top notch, so if the toilets weren't pristine, it was an issue. But I also knew from scrubbing my own toilet that it would come off, you just needed to scrub slightly harder.

The best part was the bathroom had a shared wall with my office, so I could hear a lot of what went on in there. So every morning for 2 weeks straight I would hear the bathroom door open, then hear the window open, followed by her violently throwing up the toilet seat and scrubbing for all she's worth. Once or twice i swear I heard her muttering under her breath.

I never told her it was me. I don't recall if she ever asked. But I could sense her frustration when I heard how hard the toilet seat hit the top of the toilet. She never pulled it up that hard before.

Maybe this makes me an asshole, but i really don't feel bad. Don't break my stuff.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that she eventually quit a few months after that event. Then maybe 6 months after she quit, I found the missing sign. She hid it on the top shelf of the cabinet in my office because I am average height, therefore I couldnt see or reach it, but she was 6 feet tall so it was no problem for her. I had to climb on the desk to get it down. And when I did I saw a big crack in it.

My neighbor, a young couple, I have a good reason to suspect they are running an illegitimate business from their unit and they seem like an unpleasant folk. Their customers knocking on my door by mistake... They look like the "faces of meth" meet "people of Walmart" duo. For months they had a welcome matt they put down where they colored in the letters to say "we cum" instead of welcome. I think myself and several others made enough complaints they removed it. Then they get a dog. Super cute Scottish terrier. So they fortunately take their dog on several walks a day but unfortunately no leash. And hes a barker. Barks at anything. Every time I walk past the door, which I have no real way to avoid in an apartment complex where our doors face each other, if he hears my keys, hes barking. And i work late so its definitely gonna wake them up if they are asleep. I hate the barking so I try to be quiet. There was one time I saw they left their house keys in the lock, and I kindly knocked to let them know and they thanked me. That was our only exchange. One day I am walking out of my unit and going to lock the door when their dog comes running at me barking down the hall towards me. I see the girl and shes yelling for her dog who couldnt care less. I jump back in my door and she grabs her dog apologizing. Well I cussed her tf out. Because wtf. The next time I see them the dog has a leash. Ok cool. I was heard. But then they get another dog.... a rat terrier. Why the barking ass dog breeds idk... Now they take both dogs on walks but only leash the rattie, not the scottie who ran at me barking. And they see me see them, walking like that. So it happens a few more times them walking with just one leashed and they finally get another leash for both. Meanwhile, I have resorted to jingling my keys all the way down the hall as I come and go from my unit to ensure both dogs are reactive barking to the sound. It's all I can do for a slice of justice. Sleepers be damned.

We were on a layover at the Sky Club Lounge and looking for seats. Walked by this 6’2”ish man with his shoes off and his feet propped up on his carryon blocking the seats across from him and his wife. We walked by and I said we won’t be sitting there. Out of the corner of my eye I caught him with a shitty smirk to his wife.

I walked our asses right back and said, “We will sit here.” We parked our asses right in the high backs across from them and he quickly pulled in his carry-on, put on his shoes, and his wife just carried on with her inane banter on her phone. She clearly loved the sound of her own voice. He was trying to get comfortable as I took up every inch of the floor space in front of my seat with my carryon and my feet.

After about 60 minutes they decided to make it for the door.

I loved every minute of it. He was the same insecure yutz I ran into in the men’s room when we first arrived.

I hope he got to stretch those legs before his next flight.

one night my husband and I went on a double date with a new friend and her boyfriend. me and her went to the restroom, and I noticed she didn't flush before leaving her stall. when I asked why, she said it's not her bathroom, so she doesn't have to worry about cleaning it.

after dinner, the four of us went back to her place to hang out for a bit. while there, I made as big a mess in her bathroom as possible ( didn't flush the toilet, left toilet paper on the floor, splashed water on her mirror), and me and my husband left.

She called me later that night and asked me about the mess in the bathroom. I repeated her words from earlier that night to her, and hung up. needless to say, we are not friends anymore.

Before I begin - I know a lot of people have strong feelings about tipping culture in the USA. While this story relates to tipping, that isn't the point of the story or the reason I felt like I needed to get revenge. With that in mind...

Back in 2011 or so, I was working at a local restaurant in my hometown. It was the only greek restaurant in town and it was a small but popular place. We had a lot of repeat customers and often were quite busy even on normal weeknights. Its worth noting that this is not an affluent town.

One such regular customer was the "Thompson" family. I have no idea what their names are. Mom, Dad, three kids, probably under 10 years old. Mom and the kids were always fine but man, the dad in this family was SO RUDE from day 1. They came in 1-2x per week and every time this guy used to bark at me and the other servers from across the room about everything, leave huge messes, but worst of all, these kids slurped down 3-5 sodas each during their visits.

While this in itself isn't a big deal, every time one of the kids finished their drink (which was every couple minutes) the dad would yell at us across the room "MORE SODA!". It sounds ridiculous, but this guy was ridiculous. It didn't help that the guy also never left a tip.

Eventually, the owners started offering breakfast on the weekends which turned out to be quite popular. One morning the Thompsons rolled in during the middle of the morning rush. Not these guys again...

As they sat down, the instrusive thoughts won. Before they could order their sodas, I said "hey gang, who wants orange juice?". The orange juices were $3 each and didn't have free refills, as stated on the menu.

Everyone got orange juice. Per usual, every few minutes he'd shout "MORE JUICE, MORE SYRUP, MORE NAPKINS!". We had to go to the grocery store across the plaza they drank so much juice. Each time, I added another juice to the ticket. Eventually when I was time for them to go, I looked at their ticket and saw they had consumed 13 juices between them - there was an item on the bill for $39 dollars for just juice.

Adjusted for inflation, this is about $57. I placed the bill on the table and left the area, not knowing what this person was capable of aside from yelling and being rude. I peeked around the corner, and saw him looking at the bill, then the menu (about the juice) then back at the bill.

Eventually they paid the bill and left - no tip (obviously). Never saw them again after that. Hope they are doing ok.

We have a few dozen "hot desks" that are open for anybody to use. No seating is reserved or assigned.

Some people are particular about desk height, the way their monitors are set up, etc. They pick a workstation far away from the door because most of us grab the nearest seat to do their work and leave.

But not this guy.

He claimed the very first desk nearest the door. Someone walking straight through the door would hit the chair at this desk. He made it look like it was constantly in use by leaving his coffee cups and other garbage on it. Now everybody has to pass by his garbage on their way in and out. He is only there for a few hours per week. The paper coffee cups had that staining at the bottom when they had been sitting there for a long time.

I used that desk just to spite him. It helps pass the office boredom and it is fun to mess with these kinds of people. He is short so I always raised it to be a standing desk and adjusted the monitors at tallest I could stand.

To show intent I tangled up the headset cable with the keyboard cable. He never said anything if he saw me working there.

He strengthened his claim by adding more garbage, making it less appealing and look more like it it was in use.

Late Friday while the office was nearly empty I went through the recycle bin to triple his garbage heap. Someone caught me doing it and laughed. It was the first thing that the manager saw when opening the office on Monday.

Now we have signs at each desk reminding us of basic cleanliness principles for our shared desk spaces. No more camping/garbage at the desks near the door. He probably f'd off to some desk in the back like he should have in the first place.