/r/pettyrevenge

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For all your stories of small victories over those who've wronged you.

Rules:

  1. Do not ask for help to enact some sort of petty revenge! This includes telling a story and ending with "What would you have done?", "What are your thoughts?", "Any other ideas?" All direct and indirect requests for ideas will result in a ban. This is literally your warning.

  2. Stories should be revenge-based. Karma =/= Revenge Someone has wronged you, but you got your revenge, oh yes, you got your revenge. (If you have planned a revenge and need feedback, might I direct you to /r/myevilplan?) Reporting someone to the an authority like the police is not revenge, it is simply just reporting someone to an authority.

  3. "You" does not have to be you personally; posts relating to your friends, or good stories elsewhere on the internet, are fair game, as long as you're clear whose story it is.

  4. Stories should be petty. I messed with their toothpaste. I turned their disk upside-down in their XBox. I gasp put shaving cream in their shoes. The more creative the better, (If you have a not so-petty revenge, post it in /r/prorevenge!)

  5. Stories should not be serious. No: murder, rape, assault, grand theft (petty theft acceptable), or any other felonies. NO VANDALISM.

  6. Stories should be true. If a claim seems impossible or probably false, you will be asked for proof.

  7. Racism, sexism, and other bigotry will not be tolerated, either in posts or in comments.

  8. No identifying information (stay in compliance with all Reddit's rules).

  9. NSFW posts should be labeled as such. NSFL posts probably aren't petty, but if you have a weird exception, label it appropriately.

  10. No flame wars. Seriously, why do I have to specify this? Keep it classy, people!

  11. No comments with the purpose of telling OP to x-post the post to another subreddit, the comment will be removed, send him/her a PM instead. (This includes comments and/or statements similar to "This is borderline <blank>", "/r/<blank>", or "If you would've <blank> it would've been <blank>", or "/r/<blank> would love this")

Have a story of a revenge gone wrong? post it in /r/backfiredrevenge!

Or have a malicious story with or without revenge? post it in /r/badpeoplestories!

All posts not in compliance with the rules will be removed. Posts that are resubmitted without asking permission will result in a ban.

Sometimes posts get lost just send a modmail do not send a PM directly.

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Kids' dad rams religion down there and my throats so I find a petty way to get him back.

My first husband and I were both born Jewish. I was raised Unitarian and eventually discovered spirituality/metaphysics and he was raised somewhat Reformed (High Holidays, Hebrew school and a bar mitzvah), but several times during the marriage he made forays into Orthodox Judaism and finally jumped into the deep end the last year of the marriage – – which is why it was the last year of the marriage. During that year he was very heavy-handed about the kids and me doing Jewish observances, including that in his verbal and emotional abuse repertoire. He also continued handling it that way with them when they were with him on his time, which they hated.

My second controlling, verbally and emotionally abusive "wasbund" was raised Catholic but only attended church for weddings, funerals and rarely Easter. Nonetheless he would occasionally bang on the table and holler "this is a Christian household!" in front of my children, who were born Jewish, were attending a Jewish school that followed Conservative observances, and were being raised Modern Orthodox by their dad and stepmom half the time.

Where the petty revenge comes in was that when he and I got married and moved into our new home, near the front door we put a small table on which we placed his large iron cross, and above it we hung a wonderful, large picture of Jesus laughing, purely to mess with my ex and his wife on the occasions when they ever needed to come pick up the kids at our house.

11 Comments
2024/03/26
07:11 UTC

61

Tit for tat, puppy edition.

Over a decade ago, my friend brought up to his wife that he wanted a hunting dog. He wanted a specific breed and he wanted to choose it. When I came over on Christmas, I could tell there was tension in the house. Wife decided to buy him a sweet non-hunting dog as a gift. Over the years I would poke fun at the situation and he’d just roll his eyes. Until a couple months ago….

Friend decided to get a puppy and I was a bit shocked. With a sly grin he explained that a couple months ago his wife said “once this old dog passes, I’m done with pets.” (Lots of hair and dog prints). So he went out and got the puppy!

*And no, it wasn’t solely purchased for the sake of revenge. Definitely an insentive to buy now. Both dogs are very loved, and well taken care of.

7 Comments
2024/03/26
04:26 UTC

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You don't listen to me, so I won't listen to you

Don't know if this counts as pettyrevenge, but it is a small revenge that I take on this person.

At work, I have had the misfortune of dealing with a woman from a compare the utility rates type of business (let's call them second) trying to call our company to change our electricity provider.

The caveat is that I work in a small business, so I know for a fact that the companies electricity policy was only recently changed due to a better price from one of these comparison businesses (let's call this one first), and after they called again to tell us about a better rate that they found, the boss told the first business and the team that he does not want to change providers again so soon.

So, I tell this woman from the second business, that we are fine and don’t need to change providers, but she kept going in her practised spiel ignoring what I just said, so I told her again no, but she still did not listen to what I was telling her.

As she was not listening to me, I was not going to listen to her and just hung up.

The pettyrevenge part, I am normally a very polite person and will always wish someone a nice day and a goodbye before I hang up a call, but not this time.

This was also, not the last time she called and every time she does, I listen only enough to tell her no and if she doesn’t stop the call then, I just hang up on her (no acknowledgement beyond telling her we are not interested).

She can waste her time trying to call and speak to the boss, but I have a good memory for voices and I’m the gatekeeper here, so she is not getting that sale KPI no matter how hard she tries as she definitely did not endear herself to me.

20 Comments
2024/03/26
03:31 UTC

1,411

Bitchy SIL Tries To Break Us Up, Reveals Her Miserable Nature Instead

My partner’s sister has never been nice to me despite me actively trying to get to know her, be kind and build a positive relationship.

She has never welcomed me into his life, only been mean and rude towards me for years, and harshly rejected any attempts of friendship or working things out. So I gave up, quietly cut her out of my life and remained civil. She avoids me anyway which works out great.

They share a friendgroup. Their friends think she’s so nice. She repeatedly told me she has no issue with me. Their friends told me several times she has no issue with me. My partner spoke to her about it, but told me she never said a bad word about me, other than that we’d never be close because we’re too different people.

She bullies my partner too and often belittles him. Since they come from an abusive home life where that was their everyday, he didn’t recognize how badly she was treating him and would get defensive when I brought it up that I didn’t like how she treated either of us.

People outside the situation told me that it’s really her issue and has nothing to do with me. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to protect my partner, I knew his sister was his closest relationship as they were each other’s anchors in their abusive family life. I never wanted to separate or come between them, but had to protect my own safety. He had to get there on his own.

***For the record, my partner has always been very good to me, needed leeway to learn how to do better, needed to learn what to look for, given me lots of safety, protects me and I love him deeply.

My revenge with his sister is kill-her-with-kindness and make myself untouchable. -I give her NO excuses to pick a fight with me.

-I built up positive relationships with all their friends, their friend’s kids, and their friend’s pets. If she complains about me, she’s getting rebuffed and looks bad.

-I set boundaries on how I want to be treated and refuse to be her whipping post. She complained that she “has to walk on eggshells” with me as a result.

-Most importantly I built up such a healthy relationship with my partner over the last 5 years, HE’S no longer taking her abuses, which was the last straw.

Eventually, her own romantic relationship of 10 years completely blew up last year, ending horribly.

She recently revealed she doesn’t like me. I KNEW it the entire time. It felt SO vindicating after years of being gaslit and my gut feeling being right. She recently told my partner she has problems with me but refuses to ever say what they are or work them out with me.

She more recently told my partner she’s done “trying to help him” and doesn’t want to be around him anymore.

She tried to break us up, which failed. She is now trying to turn their friends against him.

I can tell she envies my partner, used her longterm romantic relationship as the one thing she felt she had over him and deep down doesn’t want him to be happy. I know she hates herself, is deeply insecure and in a lot of pain but refuses to self-reflect and look inward and makes excuses to justify a lot of awful behavior.

I did a LOT to overcome the pain she put me through. I feel bad for her and wish her healing but for now, I’m personally happy to have her out of my life.

A mantra I live by is “be so positive that negative people don’t want to be around you.” And I LOVE when the trash takes itself out.

Kindness, happiness and sincerity can be very effective “weapons.” Yeah, I still pettily enjoy watching miserable people implode on themselves and fail hard at hurting others.

Don’t treat me or my loved ones badly.

TL:DR My partner’s sister is a miserable person who bullies him and never treated me well. Felt like I was going crazy as everyone told me she never had a problem with me. I never gave her an excuse. She can’t talk shit about me to anyone without looking bad. Overtime, she revealed her true nature, admitted she never liked me, but refuses to work things out, and she’s torpedoing her own relationships. My partner is now refusing to take her abuse.

50 Comments
2024/03/25
19:59 UTC

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I(m23) told my exes(f22) new boyfriend about our sneaky links.

My ex broke up with me 2 months ago, it was a very mature break up, two weeks later I met another girl, and started talking to her, my ex did find out about her and texted me to talk, she was crying that I am a cheater, she made me feel bad for moving on this fast, she was furious and left. One hour later she called me and asked to see me, I was going on walk trying to process all my emotions, she was in front of my door waiting for me when I came back. She looked at me and asked if she can kiss me, I resisted first but surrendered to her wishes, we ended up going out on a walk together. We spent the night together, and hooked up, however before doing anything with her, I told her that I have already slept with that girl and she replied to me that she also slept with another guy, this was my biggest mistake. Later, I felt guilty for what I did and asked that girl for a break because it was a serious thing, she felt played and immediately blocked me from everywhere (i don’t blame her, I felt guilty for sleeping with my ex) Anyway since that time up until last week(1month and half)I have been seeing my ex on and off, mostly when there is an argument between her and her boyfriend. We were supposed to meet last weekend, but she “forgot” to tell me that she is out of town on a trip with that dude. I felt played and decided to text him in a very brotherly way “from a man to another” that I have been hooking up with my ex, your girl, up until last weekend.(he was suspicious but she kept denying it to him) He did pay for this trip and she seems to enjoy being spoiled by that rich dude. Anyway I feel bad for her, but if I was in his place I would really like to know. Plus I told him that she was complaining to me about how his dick that it has a problem being soft.

21 Comments
2024/03/25
18:40 UTC

1,810

Creating school schedule headaches for a cheating ex

Back in college, my freshman year girlfriend cheated on me. At first, I didn’t think much of revenge and resigned myself to be quietly pissed about the situation.

THEN I discovered her edu account was still logged into my laptop, and it also happened to be right before our registration for next semesters classes.

I waited for her to register for classes and for a few days to pass and classes to fill up. I then deleted her class schedule and the email confirming the drops. I checked daily to see if she had noticed, and after nearly a week I saw a brand new schedule with FOUR Friday classes and 2 classes at 7:30 AM during the week.

The breakup was long enough past that I can’t imagine she thought it could be me. And for 4 months she was moderately inconvenienced - a petty win that I still love!

56 Comments
2024/03/25
16:41 UTC

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Evan.

Alright, so this is a cool sub. I got one for you.

Evan. Highschool. Evan thought "edgy" meant being a dick, and Evan sure did try his damndest to be edgy. Spitballs, stealing shit out of my pack, rumors - no idea what I did to the guy but he sure wasn't a fan of me. I kept my head down and minded my own.

I checked in on Evan every now and then for a few years, the man posted everything on social media. He'd gotten himself into an Ivy League college and had a good looking girlfriend, clearly came from a bit of money - life seemed good for Evan.

Last few weeks of college, I check in on Evan again. It'd been over a year. Our mastermind has openly admitted to cheating on a final, on Facebook. Brilliant.

One anonymous email and two weeks later, Evan has been booted from his nice college for academic dishonesty.

I felt inspired. If cheating was the theme of the day... a few slightly altered texts with a stock image or two DM'd to his girlfriend and "relationship status: single". And a bonus, Evan's folks seemed unhappy, Evan appeared to have been cut off.

So, fair's fair. I'm done. Vindicated. Justified. Etc. I feel good.

4 years later, a few beers, I get the itch to see how ol' buddy ol' pal Evan is doing. He's got himself a cozy little condo in Baltimore, MD a few years back. And look at my boy Evan, he yanked on those bootstraps good and hard and he's just landed himself a management position at local grocery chain. One of the big ones!

Good for you Evan. Good for you.

Should I? No, no.

But I will.

"I'd just like to report one of your employees, Evan. My wife and I were passing him and he made a very inappropriate comment about her under his breath but we both heard it. We won't be returning to your store." Send.

"I had the oddest interaction with one of your managers today, Evan. He told me store policy was that a jar with the safety seal popped can only be returned if there's visible mold." Schedule, send.

"I'm not usually one to report things like this but one of your employees, Evan, seemed really off. I'm not sure if he's having a medical issue or something but you might want to check on him." Schedule, send.

Etc. etc.

Evan's LinkedIn: #OpenToWork, and an end date on that manager position. Ouch.

And wouldn't you know it, just a month or two ago Zillow shows that cozy little condo for sale. Foreclosure.

Pluck up Evan, nose to the grindstone. One day the ghost of spitballs past will forget, today just wasn't the day.

42 Comments
2024/03/25
15:01 UTC

320

Neither a borrower or an arrogant ex be

In my early 20s I dated a guy who was super into vintage 1950s/60s Vespas (Italian motorscooters). All of his friends had them and they would ride them together in rallys. So it was a very central part of his life. This guy was a very smooth talker and charming. My parents were very generous people and I feel he took advantage of that. One day while he was waiting for me to show up he convinced my parents to lend him $300. The deal was done by the time I got there. Trying to be optimistic I vouched for him and promised my parents they'd get the money back. Everytime I brought up paying my parents back I would get the yeah yeah I will and some bs excuse why it couldn't be now. This was something that bugged me to no end and over the two years we were together became something I became more and more adamant about. Although charming he had a fatal flaw when it came to our relationship he thought I was an idiot. I say this because he cheated on me and thought he was so slick about it and I would never find out. Well I did from the get go too. Epic fight and I broke up with him. He decided to move out of state to "find himself". Every single day he was gone he would write me letters and poems affirming that I was his destiny and that as soon as he came back I would see how much he had changed and I wouldn't be able to deny our future. Before he left he took it upon himself to park his scooter on my front porch assumingly so I could keep as eye on it. He was so arrogantly assured that I was taking him back that he didn't even think to ask. I had told him over and over that I wasn't taking him back and you get one chance and he fucked it up. In his mind I was going to take him back with open arms. While he was gone several of his friends and people he had done deals with confided in me how he owed them money or screwed them over. I knew the chance of him voluntarily paying my parents back was over.

One day about two weeks after he left I decided that the only way my parents were getting repaid was if I took matters in my own hands. I called a business run by several of the guys in the scooter community and offered to sell his scooter for $300 a ridiculously good price. On the phone call I never had to say who I was because by the description of the scooter they knew exactly who the scooter belonged to. I explained the situation and they jumped at the chance to buy it. I took the money and repaid my parents. When the ex returned he just assumed the scooter was stolen and didn't even ask me a single question. He tried in vain to get me back but while he was gone I met someone new and had unequivocally moved on without him. The only thing I offered him about the missing scooter was "one day it was just parked on my porch and then one day it was gone. Was I supposed to be watching out for it? You never asked me to."

The owners of the shop never said anything and I never said anything. Years later I found out that he had accused someone completely out of the picture of stealing it. This guy thought it was hilarious that he thought he had stolen it because it was so far fetched. I think it got sold to someone out of state because it was never part of the "scene" again. It felt good to pay my parents back and that they didn't become another person he screwed over.

49 Comments
2024/03/25
11:13 UTC

596

That's what you get for harassing my grandma

This story is not about me but my mom. I do know my mother is an asshole for this, but I also believe it was deserved and it definitely counts as petty revenge.

It starts when my grandma had to move to a new apartment because the old house got lost by rather tragic circumstances. The apartment was in a fairly big house in the city center, around 6 floors, with multiple apartments on each floor. This is where our main character, my grandma's neighbour, is introduced.

This neighbour was making life there hell. She constantly harassed and terrorised the residents of this building. You could always hear her screaming in the hallway at other people and regularly called the police on others for practically nothing. Everyone that we ever chatted with in the building absolutely hated her, but were intimidated by her constant threats and obviously just wanted to live in peace. She had it out particularly for my grandma, framing her for losing or damaging community property and other things she could come up with that never happened. I don't remember everything, as I was pretty young at that time, but I often remember my grandma frustrated, angry and crying over this woman when my family was visiting. The last thing I remember this neighbour doing is calling the police for yet another petty reason on my grandma, soon after she suffered her second stroke. I remember coming to visit her after an 8h travel (we live in a different country) and seeing her argue with a police man out of all things. My grandma died soon after because of her third stroke.

Now starts the tragedy's second part. My mother was obviously devastated by the loss. Nevertheless, life must go on and she had to do something about the apartment. My mother owns it and she didn't want it to stay empty, so she decided to rent it. Before, it needed some renovations. My parents stayed there for a couple of weeks making arrangements for the renovation, and this is when they became this neighbour's new target.

Police and local service visited practically every day. This woman was really creative with her accusations of what my mom could be doing wrong or illegally. Note that my mother hired a specialised company for interior design to do the renovations with her, so everything was done by professionals with little room for error. Didn't stop that neighbour. She also got my mother into multiple bureaucratic fights. The worst one is when she got my mom into big troubles with the local enegery supplier because she accused my mother to illegally use gas. This was actually a problem, because my mom actually unsubscribed from the gas cause she renovated the apartment to run solely on electricity. There were more of such incidents. This woman really reached out to every authority institution she could think of to somehow frame my mother.

Eventually, my mom had enough. She was tired of this constant harassment and she was obviously still resenting this neighbour for making my grandma's life so hard. She was still grieving. It was time for some petty revenge.

My mother is not proud of what she did, but it did get the harassment to stop and in this moment she was filled with rage. First thing she did is make her an account on some grandma sex website. You would be surprised how many young men have such fantasies. My mom flirted heavily with them online and invited them to my neighbours address. Suddenly, her screaming in the hallway was just music to my mom's ears when she was kicking out the confused lads who showed up in front of her doorstep with flowers. She also subscribed her to all kind of porn and sex toy magazines. She ordered the weirdest sex toys for her. The neighbour was livid. Of course she called the police and everything. But with her horrible behaviour she had made so many enemies she couldn't find the culprit. Police also stopped taking her seriously because of her regular calls.

It stopped the harassment. She was so occupied with her own problems she finally stopped creating them for others. I'm curious what you guys think about this story. My mom is definitely not proud of this and she didn't continue it for long. She feels bad, because she believes this neighbour must have had some mental illness to behave in such a way. She was just so angry. Personally, I don't really know what to feel about this. I am quite satisfied she got revenge for my grandma.

86 Comments
2024/03/25
11:00 UTC

445

Covid Grocery Revenge

My daughter worked as a supervisor in a large supermarket chain while studying at university. During the early stages of Covid, she received persistent abuse from people every single day, all of them well older than her. The issue was usually to do with products not being available and the store not being open as long as it usually was .

She is a very cool customer so just took most of it on the chin. You stop yelling pretty quickly when the person you're abusing just refuses to react at all.

But one old guy went too far. He started screaming at a young female checkout operator who started to cry. The language was explicit and grossly inappropriate, and was delivered at the top of his voice in front of many other shoppers. My daughter went and took over from her and completed bagging. Again, she refused to react to his abuse. She then took his picture and told him she would be sharing his photo with the police (veiled threat) and that he was banned from that store for life (fact - it was store policy).

Then she waited for him to leave and followed him downstairs into the car park. He pushed his trolley behind his car then went around to the driver's side and mucked around with something. My daughter removed his two grocery bags from the trolley and tipped them out onto the car park floor, disappearing back upstairs before he had realised what had happened.

She used to defend the ugly behaviour from many because she understood that a lot of people felt scared and threatened by Covid. But this guy went way too far.

17 Comments
2024/03/25
05:51 UTC

211

Karen of a landlord gets rats, lots of rats, and wasps.

So because my family’s old landlord died and her son sold the house we ended up having to move. We found this place to rent, but as soon as we moved in we quickly realized the place was a shithole. We discovered 3 wasp nests in the backyard and there was a rat and mouse infestation. We contacted the landlord and she went apeshit. She blamed my mom and then called a fucking HVAC company. They just sprayed some crap around the house and left. It did nothing. Me and my grandma threw some dawn and water in the wasp nests and got wasp and rodent traps and poison. We set it out along with meat and cheese as bait and the problem went away. During this period the celling leaked in 2 places and we had a fly problem. Upon the 1 year inspection the woman went crazy again, said us using the storage room as a storage room was a fire hazard and we had to sweep the balcony for some reason. Legit gave us a to do list like we were idiots. She also threatened to raise the rent to 10,000 a month (from 6,800 a month by the way). We pretty quickly found a new place and didn’t renew (she refused to renew anyway) and moved out. Once we got everything out me and my grandma decided to have some fun. We took out all of the traps and poison and put in the bait for both species without traps. We also went and got a 20lb pound bag of wildlife bait and put that inside and out. The woman managed to find about 65 BS things wrong during the final inspection and we’ve never heard from her again. I sleep well at night knowing those rodents and wasps made that house home sweet home during the year it was vacant (mainly because the idiot tried to rent it for 7,000 a month btw). Sorry the ending was kind of dry btw, also yes we feel bad for the new tenants.

20 Comments
2024/03/25
03:30 UTC

417

Obsessive ex-girlfriend stalks me constantly after after I broke up with her. She tries to do things to me to show me that she wasn't getting over me so I blocked her number.

Time of incident: April 2, 2016, 2:30p.m.

Still dating current girlfriend: March 24, 2024

8 years since the incident happened

I had been dating my former girlfriend on and off for years since living in Iowa. I never had an issue with her until I broke up with her after catching her texting another dude. I told her that I was not going to put up with the lies and deception anymore and told her that either she got out of my house by herself or I would expel her from my house by force. She willing leaves for fear of being kicked out of my house. I thought I had moved on from her by getting a new girlfriend, but my obsessive ex was stalking me from afar, watching me. She attacked my current girlfriend and then attacked me in the process.

Once, I came out to find my car all scratched up. I realized that my ex was behind this. I called the police, but they told me that it wasn't an emergency. Then she called my phone off the chain, telling me that she wants back, even trying to come to back my house after she had been banned. I called the police again and this time, the police arrested her and charged her with trespassing and assault, since she attacked me and my current girlfriend.

I don't feel bad for what I did. You don't attack me and my girl and get away with it, especially when you had a chance to do right by me and screwed up.

53 Comments
2024/03/25
01:30 UTC

913

Finally getting my personal justice after experience with abusive ex.

I’m gonna try to be as succinct as possible here…

I was with my abuser for 3 years. During this time he tried to control me. He belittled and purposely limited my highly ambitious nature. He tried to convince me that men had it worse during pregnancy. He has been openly racist to me and outwardly(I am a person of color). He shoved me to the wall with his hands on my neck when I cried when Trump won in 2016. He was sexually aggressive and had a lot of sexual fantasies that were very questionable to the point where my body shut down. He loved shitting on women’s bodies after they’ve given birth, and mind you he was below below average and has no sense of athleticism. He was forceful about having children with me and I wasn’t ready. He told me that I would be an old haggard if I didn’t have children at 24(when I was trying to finish university), he was 27 and his men ovaries were having extreme baby fever. He would scream at me and record me everytime we would have fights. He also cheated on me.

It’s been many years and I 🤮 everytime for allowing myself to have given him that time I can never have back but I have forgiven myself and buried him deep into a black hole.

Yesterday, I went to a get together with a few hometown friends. My friend is mutuals with my ex’s sister. & she spilled some tea about him without me asking lol. He’s now married with the woman he was sleeping with during that time frame. They popped out 3 kids in 2.5 years (no breaks). His wife is controlling. & my friend pointed out that she was really physically unappealing. She found out that I moved back home (I’m leaving in a few months) and she was so outraged that now they’re moving to Idaho lol (im in SoCal), which is the last trip him and I took before we broke up. His mom and sister have cut off ties with him and his family cuz he hurt his mom. He apparently still checks my online presence and continuously thinks about me lmaoooo.

I know that wasn’t petty, but I’m happy that the universe helped him get the life he always dreamed of 🤣

Edit Update, 10:14 am, March 25: Hi Everyone, thank you for sharing your stories and all sorts of comments. I 100% am grateful for all of you all. I wanted to share this on here because it felt like a good place to vent. I didn’t think it would receive a lot of comments and such. I wanted to post this because I feel it’s quite draining to respond to each message of support as it’s not fun reliving experiences and such, but thank you nonetheless.

Anyway, just to clarify, this was a relationship that started 10 years ago and ended a long time ago. So, I’ve since moved on and have had a really adventurous and fruitful life fulfilling whatever my heart desires. This person was my literal 1st boyfriend lol (I am 31 now). I didn’t grow up in an environment where healthy relationships were a thing. We have always been taught to ENDURE and persevere and ignore in my family/culture. I didn’t know my experiences were terrifying and that my feelings of hurt were genuinely normal until I started talking to my friends and learning of other people’s experiences. I went along with everything and “endured” because 1, I felt trapped and thought my perception of what is considered normal were basically gaslighted by this human. 2, my younger self thought that enduring struggles was a test of the strength of a relationship.

Minus the openly racist comments, everything I’ve mentioned were of him confiding his thoughts and true emotions in private. Yes, we had an entire argument about pregnancy and how he thought it was weird that his stepsister “didn’t snap back into her petite form”. I’m gonna stop there, it gets worse. I choose to move on with my life and remove any remaining skid marks he’s left on my psyche by going to therapy and becoming the best version of myself.

Thank you for your support and kindness. 💙

Update, 10:37 am: the conversation with my friend happened on Saturday the 23rd of March 2024. I fully believe in the universe being of service now lmao

36 Comments
2024/03/25
01:26 UTC

736

Recording a manipulative liar and turn his words against him

It was during college.

At the time, my best friend was in a very toxic relationship. Her boyfriend was very petty and manipulative and they would always fight for no reason.

He would lie all the time to get people's attention and consideration, and he could be flirtatious with other girls. You get the picture.

While they were still together, she discovered that he was cheating on her with one of my closest friends from college. She was devastated and so was I.

I ended up being very upset against my so-called friend that she didn't tell me what she was doing even though it would imply hurting someone I love.

Hurting my friends means hurting me, and it was almost done on purpose.

Besides, I saw her with him before I found out, and they seemed to enjoy each other's company. No one was angry, no one showed any kind of remorse. No one was trying to be respectful by avoiding the other.

I naturally ended the relationship with her because I couldn't forgive her behaviour and best friend left her boyfriend.

HOWEVER, he tried his best to win her back by knocking on her door in the middle of the night, calling me in tears and threatening to kill himself out of desperation...

He even had the nerve to denigrate the girl he had cheated with, with terrible things.

I knew for sure that he was going to criticise my best friend in front of my ex-friend to play with both of them and take advantage of the situation.

So I decided to beat him at his own game, so that the liar couldn't lie any more.

While he was on the phone, I asked my best friend to turn on the speaker and I started recording him. I wrote a few little questions for her to ask, just to add fuel to the fire. He answered as expected, saying horrible things about the other girl. "She's too fat to be loved", "she's just a whore", "she has no self-respect or self-esteem", "he'd rather die than touch her again", "alcohol has a terrible effect on me and she's just disgusting" .... Once again, you get the picture.

Then she hung up and I started to cut the rush to create something which would sound more like an old bastard monologue than a discussion.I'd managed to make it sound like he'd finally said all his horrors in one go. I gave it to my best friend to send to the girl.

The girl was so damaged by the voice that she took it to her brother, who came to beat up the man who finally could not lie and fight against... his own voice.

I have no remorse for what I've done.I think sometimes people need to be treated the way they treat their own.

Petty revenge for petty behaviour.

56 Comments
2024/03/24
23:51 UTC

1,192

Unplanned revenge

As a child my younger sister was quicker, a capable liar and would usually win any dispute. We'd be about 9 and 8 years of age.
A big favourite of hers was to kick me under the table I'd kick back and she'd say ow! why did you kick me?

Father would clip me, I'd say but she kicked me first, his response doesn't matter boys don't hurt girls and she would smirk back at me. - I'd fall for the trick frequently, obviously a slow learner.

One day in an idle moment I scratched my initial on the leaf of my mother's favourite plant, a rubber plant, yeah, I mean how stupid can you get? For some reason this was a BIG thing and my mother had a go at me, panicking a lied and said, "Do you think I'd be silly enough to put my own initials on the leaf?

Mother who knew my sister better than Dad, concluded not even I'd be that stupid and Sister was punished.

It was one small win but even now decades latter it will still make me smile.

27 Comments
2024/03/24
21:56 UTC

6,559

This one is short and I’ll never admit to it in real life.

To make a long story short, I once had the breakup from hell. We were together for a year and then he dumped me out of the blue…screwed me out of some money, and I later found out there was another woman involved. It was even worse because I had no support network where we were living, so I also made the hard choice to quit my job with no backup and move back to my hometown. I lost EVERYTHING!

So I fooled around with his Dad.

It ruined their father/son relationship and he was pretty upset. His Dad was fine with it because apparently this was a pattern of behaviour with his son and he was SICK of it. He was actually the one who told his son, and he made sure to tell him in a really petty way.

There. I finally told someone. It’s ok if you judge me. I don’t exactly feel ‘great’ about it myself…but at least the sex with his Dad was good.

248 Comments
2024/03/24
21:46 UTC

478

An extreme double petty revenge

Not my story but my friend’s.

My friend got married to his wife and her grandad didn’t like him at first. So, when grandad understood that my friend didn’t like beer, he took a liking to send him a 6-pack of fosters for chrimbo, every year. (Some would say that fosters ain’t technically beer, I agree, but for this story’s purpose I will still refer to it as beer)

My friend then would keep the 6-pack of fosters every year and send the same 6-pack back to his wife’s grandad on his birthday, in February. Grandad also didn’t like beer (posh geezer prefers wine) so would keep the same 6-pack til chrimbo and then send it to my friend.

By the third year this has been happening, my friend called grandad and said he should check the dates before sending the beer out as by then the best before date was 3 years off!

Needless to say that the old man took a liking for my friend’s pettiness (or didn’t like the exposition) and stopped sending him beer.

16 Comments
2024/03/24
21:10 UTC

5,715

Fuck with my job and I'll fuck with your marriage

I already know I'm the asshole for this but this is what happened. My manager is an Indian woman and was constantly making passive aggressive comments about my ethnicity (Afghan). I've worked at subway for around 6 months and neither did I or any of my co-workers get along with her. She was the biggest micromanager I've ever met and would make up random rules then would yell at us in front of the customers if we made a mistake. I know she made up these rules because when I would follow them the owner of the store would question what I was doing and tell me I'm not supposed to do that. She would also made racist remarks about me and my co workers. My friend was explaining how she had to slaughter a goat for her religion then she laughed in her face and said "that's disgusting". And on my first day I told her I was from Afghanistan, she said "you're a fake Afghan, you look Chinese".

A couple months fast forwarded and I had to work in the morning with just her. I was at the front taking care of orders when there was a huge rush of people. She was in the back eating food when she wasn't even on break. So as I'm taking care of all these orders I like to frequently change my gloves after handling pork to accommodate any religious beliefs. These gloves would pile up and yeah there were some crumbs on the table. However when the rush was done she then decided to come out and started scolding me for making a mess. I explained to her that there was a rush and I didn't have time to start cleaning in the middle of orders. She still insisted that I could've took out the trash and wipe the counters WHEN THERE WAS A LINE OF PEOPLE WAITING. Then started pointing out everything I did wrong following with a "you're like a baby you don't know how to do anything". I was so done with her so I left right then and there.

I told my friend what happened( she also worked with me), and we decided to make a fake Instagram account to catfish her husband. YES I KNOW THIS WAS WRONG but we were bored petty teenagers. His Instagram was pretty easy to find, so we messaged him. He instantly responded back and kept flirting with us, wanting to meet up the next day. We sent the screenshot to our manager but she blocked us so I guess she wanted to stay delulu.

247 Comments
2024/03/24
18:43 UTC

752

Don’t worry, I installed the gutters for you

Quick update: both open houses from over the weekend are over and I have heard absolutely nothing from the developer. Considering the absolute shit build quality, I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought his team did it. My wife and I debated if it was worth sending a bill for the materials ($50) or waiting until he replies. We opted for the latter and I’ll let you know when that happens!

I live in a neighborhood with very densely packed single family homes separated by a small alley. This means that the gutters are often connected, share downspouts, and oftentimes are only accessible via the adjoining property.

The house next door to mine is being redeveloped and my gutters (along with theirs) were ripped off as part of the demo- specifically the downspout extensions and elbows leading away from my property. When it rains our unfinished basement gets water. Not enough to be a big deal but enough to piss me off. Dealing with the developer has been a PITA and every time I asked when they would be reinstalled he’d either ignore me or “check with the team.” This was my first experience as a homeowner and if I can give one piece of wisdom to anybody it’s just send a demand letter as soon as possible in a situation like this because going back and forth is stupid and wastes time.

Flash forward, we are facing a rainstorm this weekend. And I tell him if he doesn’t install them I will. He gives me the usual “team is on it” note and nothing happens.

7 am on Saturday comes and in the words of Czarface, “if you doubt my word, test me.” I run to Home Depot, get 3 10 foot extensions, elbows and zip ties. I perform a very hideous install that criss crosses the deck. I make no cuts to the downspouts and they hang 3-6 feet off the deck rail, secured by zip ties, emptying into the yard where they exited 3 inches of rain over the course of the day. A truly garish job. Whole thing was a blast and I finished by 9:30.

Anyway, the open house began at 10:30. Whenever he gets around to asking me what I was thinking, I’m going to tell him I need to check in with the team first.

68 Comments
2024/03/24
16:34 UTC

1,006

You don't like it? No will do.

Went to a strict public school. They allowed hair color and stuff but this one religious teacher decided to pick on me for having my hair dyed red. Only the tips part of my hair was dyed, in case I regret it so I can js cut it short. One time, we got into the topic of proper grooming and stuff. Instead of discussing, she spent almost her entire 1h class duration to talk about how people who dyes their hair, get tattos, and have piercings will not get anywhere in life. She spoke in broad topic, but I knew it was directed at me when she said, "when did you ever see a highly professional woman with red hair?"

I was the only one in the class with dyed hair.

She spent her entire time talking about how they'd never get anywhere in life. The next week, I dyed my entire hair to spite her.

Some might say it's disrespectful, but she never had the right to decide and tell me I'd never get anywhere in life just because my hair is dyed.

171 Comments
2024/03/24
10:25 UTC

523

You don't like the conversations? Fine, I won't talk to you at all.

Almost 2 months ago, my male co-worker who is almost 10 years older than me started to become very irritated any time my boss and I would have little debates over stuff even though the conversations were nothing too serious usually. We enjoyed those conversations as they were a nice break from the usual mundane work stuff and even others would join in. I noticed my coworker started to become irritated any time my boss and I would have these chats.

Fast forward to the last conversation boss and I had was about student loans, how financial institutions disperse money to the students and school, etc. My boss started to tell a story about his friends kid who had mis-used a good chunk of his student loan money. I kept talking with my boss to try and understand how that happened and we had a difference of opinion on how financial institutions keep people from mis-using student loans. Coworker wasn't even apart of the conversation my boss and I were having but he felt the need to interject himself in a noticeably angry and hostile manner trying to tell me I was wrong. Coworker acted as if the whole convo was personal and directed toward him even though it wasn't. Later co-worker says to me that he doesn't like it when I have conversations like that and feels that I'm feeding into my bosses anger. So I had a light bulb moment after that and I decided since he wanted to FAFO, I wouldn't initiate any conversations with him and pretty much give him the cold shoulder since he perceives me as "combative".

Now for the petty revenge part. He is the social type and we used to joke around a lot and have really good conversations. He has tried for several weeks now to initiate conversation with me in every imaginable way possible so I pretend I don't hear him, I keep my earbuds in and/or I professionally answer in a very neutral way. I don't look at him, I avoid walking near him, I don't laugh at his dumb jokes and remarks, I rarely say good morning and I don't ask him how things are going but I talk to everyone else around me in a very happy, jolly manner. It deeply and noticeably bothers him when he doesn't have anyone to talk with and there is almost complete silence for hours. It has bothered him so much so that he has complained to other people about it but still constantly tries to get my attention. When he finally gives up, his whole demeanor just flatlines and I laugh to myself knowing it is killing him on the inside that we went from our past, fun-filled jokes to me barely acknowledging he exists.

Edit: A few things I'm going to address here since I'm seeing this repeatedly in the comments:

  1. Dont forget the sub you're in - This is called petty revenge for a reason. He was an ass so I gave it right back to him in the pettiest way possible.
  2. He wasn't apart of the convo prior to him lashing out and he reacted as if what was being said was a personal attack against him and then made the convo 100% about him. Not the first time he's done this.
  3. I don't owe him or anyone else conversation, especially when they want to verbally lash out but then feel like playing nice later. It's called consequences, that's how life works.
  4. The conversation was not political in nature. It was a straight-forward matter of fact of story and I spent most of my time asking questions how the situation even came to be as I've never known someone to be able to misuse student loan money.
  5. I'm neutral in my responses to him now when he tries to talk to me. I just make it a point to not initiate or carry on conversation with him since he proved he clearly can't handle adult conversations.
67 Comments
2024/03/24
06:58 UTC

11,588

Idiot tries to follow me home because I wouldn't fix his truck for practically free, so I took the "scenic" route. Don't worry I called a rescue.

Hes a very entitled veteran and supposedly a purple heart one. He's also a very racist maga type dumbass, one of the reasons my boss will not absolutely have him as a customer during business hours, but will work on his truck afterhours with no one else around. The usual MO is he tries to fix something on his truck and fucks it up then expects everyone else to fix it for really cheap using his veteran status as a guilt trip because he already had done half the work himself. This time he "fixed" his brakes and somehow no longer had rear brakes his truck is two bolt failures away from a junkyard. My boss is out of town so I was in charge for the week with strict instructions to not help him while he's out.

He showed up at the shop today demanding I fix his truck, I had already closed the building up and was ready to leave I told him when G gets back he'll fix your truck. He didn't like that answer the said something I picked up on to be racist remark and told him to fuck off till G gets back. He gets pissed and grabs a piece of wood and throws it into the desert. I start my drive home and a second or two later i notice his truck behind me and matching my lane changes. I live 40 miles away so I knew he wouldn't keep up with me in the hills and I didnt want to kill him by outpacing him so I call my friend who's only about 9-10 miles in the middle of the desert and told him I was gonna swing by because I think I'm being followed and I was gonna take the scenic route. He told me he was gonna meet me at the half way and if he had to he would scare him off.

The scenic route is 7 miles of rough desert road that will destroy any truck without long travel suspension a lot of locals use it to test and tune their desert off-roaders, I get to the turnoff into the trail and I see his headlights turn in behind me at that point I shut my lights off and turn on my desert headlights and floor it, i made sure to lure him into the first set of jumps. Right before the jumps I kicked up a bunch of dust and turned off all the lights and waited at the other end. I see his headlights again and I could tell he cleared the first jump but I could see his headlights shake going down which is a sign of suspension failure from hitting the ground hard.

I turned on all my lights so he could see where I was as I left and proceeded to my friends location, he was waiting for me with his brother and a big shit eating grin. He told me he saw me about a mile away because of the lights but couldn't see the other truck behind and he just said, "Looks like he must've missed the first jump, I'm gonna call rescue". We hung out another few minutes and took a different trail that led me to the highway home. Later in the evening I get a call that he was fine but his truck was literally bent at the cab and bed from the 5 foot drop he experienced. He said he got lost going home.

I plan on calling G in the morning and letting him know I'm having that dumbass trespassed from the shop for that stunt.

*Update, G has been contacted, he's taking my side on this and he's no longer welcomed at the shop. He's been formally trespassed by the sheriff's, I also saw the truck it's literally bent with the bed and the cab pressed into each other at another shop.

507 Comments
2024/03/24
06:04 UTC

565

Pastor's Unexpected Playful Revenge

As a former United Methodist pastor, I remember the early days after seminary when finances were tight. I recall how, at times, I struggled to make ends meet. I couldn't even afford a vacuum cleaner, so I'd occasionally 'borrow' the church's vacuum to tidy up my living space. It seemed harmless enough, a small act to ease my financial strain.

One week, however, I kept the vacuum for longer than usual. When I returned to the church to borrow it again, it had vanished. After a thorough search, I found it stashed away in an obscure closet. It was clear someone had hidden it from me.

Feeling a mix of frustration and amusement, I decided to play a subtle prank. I discreetly moved one of the altar candles to my office, mimicking the disappearance of the vacuum. The following Sunday, as worship was about to begin, the lady responsible for cleaning the church approached me in a panic, reporting the missing candle.

In a moment of shared humor, I suggested, "Maybe the candle holder and the vacuum decided to run off together?" Her friends found it amusing, and as she stormed off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that my prank had landed and she had approached me in public.

Later, I discovered a gently used vacuum placed outside my office as a gift, a silent apology from someone who had underestimated my sense of humor.

That was twenty years ago, and even though I'm no longer a pastor, it's not uncommon for former congregants to still bring up that incident if we happen to run into each other. It seems some memories have a way of sticking around longer than others.

33 Comments
2024/03/24
04:24 UTC

384

How to catch a thief.

This happened a few days ago and is still on going.

Me (35f) and my SO (35m) live in a 102 year old house in a small town in a rural farming community on the west coast. This particular area has been hit hard with thefts from tweakers and other drug addicts. So a few months ago we got cameras to put up, including a doorbell camera. We share a driveway with our neighbors and are very good friends with all of them. They are a large family with lots of kids that live in a very large old school house. The mother is elderly (and very sweet) and most all the kids are grown that she had either adopted or fostered. 2 adult children still live there. One just himself and the other has a partner and four children. Her oldest is in elementary school.

A few days ago in the morning I found the door of the gas tank on my car open. This prompted me to make a mental note to look at my footage from the cameras later that afternoon when I got home. I also found a large pocket knife on the ground next to the gas tank of our other vehicle that didn't belong to us or our neighbors (I sent them a picture of it and asked).

That afternoon I checked my cameras and found that at 6:40am someone in a Chevy SUV had parked just at the end of the driveway on the other side of the fence. They then proceeded to walk up and down my driveway 3 times, walk up to our garage door and look around in it (didn't go in) and then up onto our front porch looking for something. In the footage it shows he was carrying a length of plastic tubing. It was obvious he was after gas and had tried to siphon both our vehicles and when he couldn't get anything out of them (one was empty and the other wouldn't open from the outside) he was searching for a can to steal. We had one empty gas can where he didn't see it so he ended up walking away with nothing. HA!

So I downloaded the videos and sent them to my neighbors to see if they recognized him. They texted me back immediately and told me it was one of their brothers who is a drug addict and is trespassed off their property and has a history of theft also. They encouraged me to contact the sheriff and file a report. I also made several vague (no names or who I think it is) posts on some local community pages with the videos asking for information. I was given a few leads but the majority consensus was pointing to the neighbors brother. I gave ALL of this information along with the videos and pictures of the knife to the sheriff for the report. The deputy that took my report said "[neighbor's brother] is a thorn in MANY people's sides." The way he said it and the feeling I got from the whole interaction was that they were watching him closely and have some kind of ongoing case with him. They also asked if I had made any posts online and I told him I had, was very vague and only asked for information. So that's where I'm currently at with the legal aspects of it.

My petty revenge:

Since I still had that gas can that the thief didn't see I decided to utilize it. But I needed more supplies. I needed some gas, paper, vaseline, fishing line, glitter, a sharpie, sugar, and some tape. I went and put about a half gallon of gas in the can (for the smell) then added a cup and a half of sugar, a bunch of glitter and topped it off with water from the hose. I then taped a note ("Smile! You're on camera ASSHOLE!") to the bottom of the can and attached it with the fishing line (so he couldn't see the line and it would take him a few extra seconds grab it) to our porch right below the doorbell camera where it can be seen. Lastly I smeared Vaseline on the underside of the can handle along with a bunch more glitter.

Now with the trap baited and set, I wait. Hopefully I will have an update soon!

TL;DR Thief tries stealing gas. Gets caught on camera, identified and reported. I set a trap.

129 Comments
2024/03/23
21:54 UTC

1,739

Listen to your kids or get shamed

My mother went through a Christian Fundamentalist phase when I was a child and got really into those "Christian Parenting" books. One thing recommended by these books was that you should, under no circumstances, go to your child when they call you - because you are the parent and therefore the authority so they have to come to you. (Because of course, children call for their parents because they're entitled brats and not because they need help or anything).

So when I got my first period, I had no idea what it was. Naturally, I assumed I was dying because there was blood everywhere. So I called out for my mother. She was with a ladies' bible study group in the living room and calls back across the house "YOU HAVE TO COME TO ME, REMEMBER?" I try again, but she refuses. So, still thinking I'm dying from like, mysterious internal wounds or something, I take my panties off, pull my shorts back on, and go to the living room and drop my bloody pants in her lap.

She was Horrifically Embarrassed in front of all her church friends. Whisked me back off to the bathroom and sorted out the situation. She also never pulled that "you come to me because I'm the authority" shit again.

78 Comments
2024/03/23
10:08 UTC

2,544

Body Shamer

I went to a salon to accompany my sister. Then, a customer arrived unannounced. (This salon operates by schedule since it's always crowded.) And there she was, making demands even though she knew she wasn't scheduled for today. While waiting for her turn, she body-shamed one of the workers, who I think she knew. "Why are you so fat, are you thriving on problems?" The worker didn't react, but it was evident on her face that she was offended. Then, when it was the customer's turn, the worker who was body-shamed was the one to assist her. It seemed like she took out her anger through the customer's ingrown removal. The customer was in constant pain because the worker did not make it easy for her, hahaha. The customer said, "Isn't your cut too deep? It hurts so much." The worker responded, "No Ma'am, it's just that your ingrown is too deep."It was just so satisfying to see that there was a bit of revenge. I think it was deserved.

102 Comments
2024/03/23
09:57 UTC

3,011

Teaching my mother a lesson.

Bit of background. My mother is extremely dramatic and emotionally manipulative. Out of her three children, I (42f) am the only one who still speaks to her.

She’s also very particular about her name. She abhores anyone shortening or messing around with her name. Christine. Anyone who calls or Chris, or Chrissy, anything like that is subjected to a tongue lashing and mild hysterics.

I have a son (4) who she often claims as her favourite. ( she has three other grandsons, so I hate it that she does this) and am pregnant with my second child. I talked to my mother about our name choices (Ash or Morgan) and she told me she hated them and tried to persuade us to choose something else.

I named our first child and it’s important to my husband that he names the next one so I’d like to let him even if they’re not my favourite names. I don’t think grandparents get a choice.

So my mother told me outright that if we choose these names she won’t use them and will pick a name of her own to call the baby and will only refer to him by her choice of name.

So I lost my patience. I told her that if she wanted to do that she’d face two consequences. 1) She’ll likely never get to speak to the new child. 2) I will teach both of my kids to call her Grandma Chrissy.

She’s never mentioned names since!

176 Comments
2024/03/23
08:09 UTC

303

Petty revenge on bullying teacher

This happened the last day of the school year. There was a bit of skylarking going on, and a couple of boys from year 10 (15 yo) decided to enact some revenge against a teacher who was a bit of a bully. He tended to pick on quieter and more introverted kids, too, which didn't go down well with most of us.

Anyway they got their hands on a large black balloon and filled it with chocolate milk. This teacher was an avid four-wheel driver and drove an old model Land Rover. He never locked it either. So they pushed the balloon right up underneath the clutch pedal and waited. At the end of the school day, the teacher was walking over to his car and wondering why there was a huge audience of boys to see him off. He had no idea what was coming. He was waving and grinning, wishing us all a happy Xmas and summer break.

Then he pressed the clutch in, and about three or four litres of chocolate milk poured out onto the floor of his car. It started leaking out through the floor on to the ground. He just sat there with his head on the steering wheel for half a minute before slowly reversing out and driving sadly up the road. I have no idea whether he connected his behaviour with this revenge or whether he thought it was just another practical joke, which was a pretty common thing at that school at that time.

It was a lovely petty revenge I have to say. Wish I had thought of it.

43 Comments
2024/03/23
02:12 UTC

0

Maybe don't poke me with a toy light sabre.

I used to work at a big store just off a major highway, we sold furniture, gardenitems whateveryou might need, but weren'tone of those big chain. Just out on the shop floor, helping customers and ringing up items and moving stock. We'd get lots of interesting customers come in of the highway to look around and buy stuff. One day this family comes in, dad an twelve year old son. The kids got a mostly empty Double Gulp cup from 7/11 in one hand-those really big drinks, you know the ones-and a toy light sabre in the other. He inexplicably starts fighting invisible close troopers or whatever, practicing knife katas with it and just going kinda crazy. Clearly hyped up frpm all the sugary drink he's had. Our manager had an idea to offer prospective customers free drinks, hoping it might put them in a better mood to buy more stuff or whatever. The dad starts talking to me, totally ignoring his hyperactive kid-looking thoroughly done with everything. The kids already jumping on furniture and my colleagues are trying to get him to stop. I offer the kid a Pepsi, in return for not jumping on our mattress display, he complies and pokes me in the stomach with the light sabre laughing, it doesn't hurt but it's a palpable poke in the gut. Me and the dad talk more, the dad's obviously just glad to talk to an adult, an probably not really that interested in buying anything.

After a while of talking to the dad, the kid whines that he needs the bathroom. Clearly all that soda he drank is catching up with him. Both me an the dad ignore him. The kid acts considerably less hyper an starts shifting from foot to foot, looking antsy. The dad just keeps talking to me an ignoring him. After a while the kids holding himself an interrupts me as I'm talking to the dad, 'Where's your bathroom?' He snaps. The dad winks at me. We did actually have a customer bathroom, though it wasn't really sign posted very well and way out back. Petty revenge time- 'Sorry, we don't have a bathroom here'. The dad seems to know what's up an deliberately keeps talking to me, leaving his son to squirm around more. Eventually, the boys crossing his legs an doubled over. Dad says that they'd better get going. I offer them vote another can of Pepsi. 'He looks a little dehydrated' I say smiling. He leads the kid still holding himself, and thry get back into the car.

19 Comments
2024/03/23
01:34 UTC

3,580

Here's a lesson to always believe your children when they say they're sick!

Short but sweet.

I was around 8 or 9 when this happened. My mam worked nights and was asleep, I was in the living room watching cartoons, not feeling too well. At one point I started to feel the need to be sick, so I got up and headed for the bathroom. My mam was awake, and she blocked me from passing, and started scolding me about something or other (I can't remember). I told her I was going to be sick, she didn't believe me and kept scolding. I couldn't hold it in any more, I was sick all over the carpet and her feet.

505 Comments
2024/03/22
22:38 UTC

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