My (45f) sister in law (50f) can be a bit difficult to get along with. She's set in her ways which I can deal with, but she doesn't approve of anything that I do. No matter what I say, she knows better, knew it first or I'm just outright wrong. I used to speak up for myself but she just gets upset so now I bite my tongue A LOT around her as I don't want to start drama. There's a bit of tension between us because of this lol.

She's very tight with her money and uses the absolute least of anything she can. This is fine, her money her choice, I don't care. (Except when she gifts my kids soft toys or water bottles from the thrift store, because ewww, but I digress)

But when she makes a cup of tea, she puts in a teeny-tiny dribble of milk, I'm talking a teaspoon. I like a big gush of milk, like 100ml or so. When she makes me tea she puts in a dribble, I ask for more, she puts in another dribble, I say "can I do it" and take the milk I want, while she tut-tuts at the sheer waste. Admittedly this doesn't happen very often as I don't often visit her house. But it's been 20 years and it's happened every time.

Recently the family came around and I made tea. I had the teapot on a side table and I was taking and filling cups. I ask her if she like some. She gestures to her cup without looking at me, like "it's there, fill it". I said can you please pass it to me (I didn't want to lean over her with a boiling teapot) and she hands it to me, again without looking at me. I get that there's tension but she can't even be polite 🙄

I put in a half spoon of sugar as she likes, then put in a dribble of milk as she likes. Then I thought eff you and filled the cup up with delicious, cool, creamy milk, right to the brim. I said "hot cup coming through" and plonked it in front of her on the table, contents still spinning from the lovely stir I gave it just before serving, to ensure that lovely milk was fully distributed all throughout the cup. I hope you enjoyed your pet-tea sis in law 😊

Ok so here's the story. I was married to my husband until he decided to cheat on me. We split leaving me with two young children to take care of, obviously not on the best terms with him. Met him with his girlfriend at the mall yesterday. He is extremely, I guess petty. He spotted me and started telling his girl "Oh are you tired baby let me carry you" She laughs and agrees. I follow them around the mall for an hour and the satisfaction from seeing his struggling arms is just perfect. Kind of petty but I stooped to his level.

To be clear, this isn't a rea big petty revenge, but the small stuff is also funny.

So, I just came home from a 6.5 hour shift with no break. My plan was to just chill with my boyfriend in my room and do nothing but sleeping. But as soon as me and my boyfriend sat down, one of the caregivers - I live in a juvenile home, where multiple people who got kicked out by their parents live with caregivers, who around there 24/7 - knocked at my door. She said, my roomate needed to study for a test tomorrow and it would bother her if my boyfriend was around. This sucks, obviously but, I totally understand. But the real kicker is the next thing she said: I need to clean the bathroom NOW, because my roomate complained about it - it was far from dirty, I literally cleaned three days ago.

I asked if I could do it tomorrow, because I was really effing tired and it is a sunday evening, 9pm. My roomate yelled out of her room, that I was disgusting and I need to clean it. The caregiver also didnt budge.

So, I needed to say goodbye to my boyfriend, say goodbye to my comfy evening after work AND do a 2 hour cleaning???

This is when the petty revenge steps in:

After my boyfriend left (I'm still kinda salty about that one), I grabbed my bluetooth speaker, put it on max volume, and blasted the ungodliest, cut wrenching black metal I could find in all of my playlists and listened to it whilst cleaning. After about one hour she barged out of her room and screamed at me that I should "turn this ugly bs of music down", which led me to use my second speaker also on max.

And tbh, it was kinda relaxing to listen to some metal whilst cleaning.

This is a long one but it was the best revenge story of my life so far.

I'm a South African living in japan and I took my japanese wife to meet my parents and have a honeymoon in South Africa.

On the first of three flights back to japan was from joburg to Qatar. We take our seats and get settled in. I noticed that lot of the passengers around us were wearing the same t-shirts (some kind of pharmaceutical company)

As soon as we got settled in, I noticed that the woman and two men Sat behind us were also employees of this company. As soon as they got settled in, I noticed she (lets call her Brandy) was quite chatty, loud and a bit obnoxious. But, I am a nervous flyer so at the time, I was more worried about the take off, than her.

So I put my earpods on And woosh. We take off for our 8hr flight to Qatar. As soon as the seat belt sign switched off, Brandy started ordering brandy and cokes for herself and her 2 coworkers. As each drink came Brandy's voice got louder more obnoxious. After drink number 6 the topic of her conversation turns to relationships. By this time half the cabin could hear their conversation about how she disapproves of interracial relationships. Even I could hear her through the gutteral screams and face melting guitar riffs of Meshuggah blasting through my earpods.

Then it happened. A nice woman sitting on 4 seats to her left quite loudly says 'mam, could you please quiet down. You're a bit loud and I am trying to get some sleep. I heard it too, so paused the song and took out my left earpod to excitedly eavesdrop. Brandy was not happy. She says 'excuse me, this isn't a nighttime flight. Haven't you heard of earplugs? And then jumps straight back into her conversation.

The tension in the air immediately changed. In that moment all the people who heard the interaction caught eyes with each other and we all knew this flight was about to get interesting. About 20min later a flight attendant comes and politely asks Brandy to quiet down a bit. She begrudgingly agrees, orders another round and quiets down. But, it only takes Brandy about 30 min to get all the way back up to a volume louder than the jet engines roaeing outside the windows.

Then another Chinese woman from the other side of the cabin gets up and walks to where Brandy is sitting, and in her best attempt at english says 'please be quiet, my child keeps waking up because of you'. Brandy looks up and u shit you not, asks this Chinese woman in very mispronounced Chinese 'can you speak Chinese?' (I'm fluent in Chinese so I could understand what she was trying to say) And just kept repeating it until the frustrated Chinese woman went back to her seat.

By this time both flight attendants for our cabin were very much aware of Brandy's sassy nature and decided to close the bar for the whole cabin, which pissed me off cause I was hoping to enjoy a few more whiskeys before we landed.

A few minutes later I hear sound of shuffling then plastic and then the faint sound of what sounds like the cap of a glass bottle being cracked open. Then the sound of liquid being poured into cups. Yup, Brandy had opened her bottle of duty free brandy she bought at the airport. And once again their conversation began to crescendo.

Now, the whole time I had been spectating the Brandy situation, I wasn't really paying attention to my wife who I assumed was sleeping next to me. I then saw my wife pull one of her earpods out turn to try and get a look at Brandy through the crack in the seat and then turn to look at me with a face I rarely see my wife make. It was a face of pure rage and frustration. I snapped. Now usually I'm. Not the kind of person who likes to cause a scene but I decided that I'm not going to let this asshole of a woman ruin my wife's flight.

So like a crazy person, I stood up and announced loud enough that the entire cabin turned to hear me 'excuse me everybody. Can I please have all of your attention. By show of hands who of you would like these people to shut the fuck up? About 30 passengers all around us raised their hands. I then turn to Brandy and just point say 'look. Understand? Shut up!'

I sat back down to the sound of applause from all the passengers that were raising their hands. My wife was shocked that I did that, but I told her that I did it cause I could see that Brandy was beginning to bother you too. She gave me a hug and the flight attendant that saw what I did brought my a cup of 'coke' but slipped me 2 of those little bottles of whiskey.

Thankfully, Brandy and the gang then passed out and were quiet for the rest of the flight. So my wife and I could relax. But, Brandy wasn't finished. And now she had a new target, me.

On our decent, Brandy awakes and decides that she wants to play some cards on the entertainment screen attached to the back of my seat. Trying her best to hit the buttons hard enough to make my seat move. I teach kids for a living so I know that she is behaving like an angry toddler trying to get a rise out of me, so I ignore her.

We land, the plane taxis off the runway and everyone starts getting up to get off the plane. As soon as I get up and she sees my wife and I she starts repeatedly insulting me about my weight and how I married an Asian woman because I can't get a real south African woman blah blah blah. Highschool bully level bullsgut. I just smile and nod my head at everything she was saying and exit the plane. Finally Brandy and her coworkers walk off and my wife and I find a nice Cafe to have a coffee and chill and stretch for a bit before we make our way to the next boarding gate for our second flight to Malaysia.

We eventually get to the gate and low and behold, guess who's also flying to Malaysia? That's right. it's Brandy. Shes standing by the gate window taking selfies and doesn't notice me. I find an empty seat next a guy wearing the same pharmaceutical company t-shirt and say ' excuse me sir, that woman over there with blonde hair taking selfie, what's her name? He asks me why and I say that she looks like someone I used to go to high-school with but I wasn't sure and didn't want to make an ass of myself asking her directly. He tells me and I say 'oh then it's not her sorry'.

I thank him and for the remainder of the wait at the gate, logged into the airport wifi, found there company's Facebook page and website and sent a detailed recount of Brandy's behavior being sure to include all the colorful things she was talking about with her coworkers.

The next 2 flights back to Japan we're uneventful and got home safe and sound. 2 weeks later I get a reply from the CEO asking me for my number as he would like to talk to me about what happened. He calls me and profusely apologizes for what Brandy put us through.

Turns out that by the time Brandy landed in Malaysia the CEO had seen my message, changed her return flight back to south africa for the very next day and fired her at arrivals in jhb airport when she got back.

I bought a bottle of Brandy and coke on my way home from work that day to celebrate with my lovely wife.

I owned a small construction company, we did interior improvements in buildings. About 20 years ago we were doing a fairly large job and I had employed all of my usual subcontractors such as drywall, electric and HVAC. One day I was on the job in shabby work clothes, I decided to do some clean up as the job was getting cluttered. An electrician, an employee of my subcontractor was doing the same. He didn't know me from Adam. At some point, I was standing out back near a dumpster that belonged to another tenant. We were not to use that one for obvious reasons, the electrician walked up and dumped some of his trash in that bin. I politely informed him that this was not ours to use, his response was "Ain't life a bitch?" and then he walked away. A minute or two later he returned, dumping more trash in the bin. At that point I told him "This isn't ours to use, take it out." He looked at me with a moronic stare and said "Who the f--k are YOU?" I smiled and politely informed him that "I'm the f--king general contractor, that's who I am" as he quickly retreated and started to apologize as he cleaned the trash out of the bin. For the rest of the job, it was like magnetic repulsion, he would be anywhere that I wasn't. A couple of weeks he sheepishly apologized to me, to which I replied that you never know who you are talking to, so don't take a damn attitude. The guy was a worthless asshole, sort of a social project by his boss. I changed electricians shortly after that.

I 29F have worked for an Insurance Company for 4 years. Each year I got a pay raise however this year I did not for the first time. My managers reason you ask? Because I’m not confident enough even though I feel like I was confident. Even though I gave them proof of all my stats/KPI’s improving over the past year apparently that’s not good enough for a pay rise. My manager said I can come back in a few months with more proof of me showing my hard work and my pay can be re-reviewed then. Right now I am applying for other jobs on seek whilst also gathering a shit ton of more evidence/proof of my hard work which I have plenty of and how I am going above and beyond for our clients. Once I have a new job lined up ready to go, I’m am going to first make sure to send all my new gathered proof to my managers and be sure they’ve spent the time to go through it properly and then I’ll be advising them after they’ve done that, that I’ll be quitting. Make me feel like I’ve wasted the past year, I’ll make you feel like you’ve wasted your day.

I’m 19F and my sister is 16. Put simply, she has always been a thief. Amongst other things, she stole our mum’s credit card last year and blew over $250 on clothes. My parents told they’ve just given up trying to discipline her, because no matter how they punish her she just doesn’t listen. We’ve all learnt over the years to keep anything special hidden so she won’t nick it.

Her favourite thing to steal is clothing - mainly from my mum and I, no matter how much we ask her not to. She’s also horrible at taking care of her stuff so by the time we notice something’s missing, it’s usually already torn or stained, or she’s lost it.

The two breaking points for me were:

1. After struggling financially for a long time I bought myself a few nice, good quality matching gym sets and some new jeans. These were NOT cheap. They were all gone the next day, and I only ever got one gym set back with stains all over it.
2. I put some sunnies up for sale on Depop, and when someone bought them I went to box them. Guess who had stolen and lost them?

This morning I discovered she’d stolen my favourite denim jacket and I just lost it. So when she went out this afternoon, I raided her closet. Expensive dresses, shoes, handbags, jewellery, EVERYTHING. She quite literally has NOTHING left. I’m leaving to go to my bf’s house before she’ll be home, and I will be putting two massive duffel bags of her stupid expensive branded clothes in his wardrobe until I feel like she’s been tortured enough. I thought about dumping it all in a public bin but I don’t have the guts. I doubt it’ll teach her any lessons, but I feel great right now. Plus now I have bunch of really nice expensive clothes to wear when I’m at my bfs!

EDIT: I’m at my boyfriend’s now and the stolen goods will be safely stored at his for the time being! I’m staying there for a few days so if she texts me at all I will update!

EDIT 2: I am not allowed a bedroom door lock :( I also put one on my wardrobe a while back but when my parents saw it they made me take it off.

Still haven’t heard anything from sister but will update when I do!

My best friend's wedding was small, only immediate family members were invited. I don't hold a grudge, but I couldn't pass the opportunity to give him a specially tailored invitation to mine. His invite was:

"Dear [Last Name] Family,

Tempting as it was not to invite you to my wedding seeing as you didn't invite me to yours, you are nonetheless cordially invited to my wedding. You skip this, and I will hold this over you for the rest of eternity."

You could also call this a wholesome revenge story.

Edit: To the people getting bent, I told him about this petty invite years ago. He had a good laugh. I don't actually hold it against him and he knows it.

Strap in ladies and gents, it's a long one

My boyfriend (33M) worked for this guy that owned his own roofing company (Ill call him Tom). Tom really liked my BFs work ethic and became really close to him, using him everyday for work and even at his own home. We were also invited to his cabin a few times to hang out and have some drinks/play cards. The more we got to know him, the more we discovered what a drunken jerk he was. After about a year it was negativity affecting my BF so badly that it was causing issues at home, he decided he couldn't take Tom's abuse anymore and was going to stick it out for the current season and not return next season.

When the next season came, and Tom asked my BF when he was returning to work, my BF politely told him that he had found work elsewhere and wished him the best. Now all of a sudden drunk Tom is convinced that we have things at our house that belong to him? (We dont) and tries calling my BF - who dosent answer because he's at work.

Tom decides to show up at our house anyways...while NO ONE is home. Tom also dosent know that we installed security cameras.

When my BF gets home he notices things moved in our yard, and so we consult the footage.

Tom and his son (son lives with Tom) show up, and take our large 2 wheel dolly, our pressure washer, and a friends leaf blower they let us borrow right out of our yard/shed. He also GOES INTO OUR GARAGE for several moments before coming back out, nothing in his hands but we can't be sure about his pockets.

My boyfriend and I are furious. He calls Tom multiple times with no answer (Tom dosent text) and eventually leaves him a VM to call him back. Tom calls back the next morning unusually chipper which sends my BF into a rage. He tells Tom were coming to get our things now and that he'd better have everything outside when we get there. Tom pushes back but my BF tells him we have Tom and Tom's son on video stealing A, B, and C and that if he dosent cooperate we will go to the police and file criminal charges against them both.

We leave immediately and Tom's outside his home with our stolen property when we arrive. Alot of arguing is going on because drunk Tom refuses to own up to being a slimy thief, we told him he came onto our property when no one was home and his exact response was "big deal"

We told him he's not welcome or allowed on our property at all, anymore, for any reason. But Tom's still arguing, so as we leave my BF shouts so loudly "Tell your wife I'm sorry she married a thief like you, you should tell her about all the blow jobs you get from other women when you go to the cabin!"

Welp. My BF texted Tom's son as we drove away and told him that he is also no longer welcome on our property. Sons response wasn't great...turns out his mother was home and listening to everything...and she heard what my BF said about the cabin BJs.

F you Tom.

For those asking why not file a police report - we wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and see if he'd apologize, but after everything happened and we found out his wife heard everything we felt as if that was sweet enough, and we did get our property back at the end of the day. We did save the footage and can still report him if we decide to

Our older neighbor sold his home to a middle-aged couple. Within the first day they managed to piss everyone off (for context-they left a boat trailer in a dangerous spot in the road despite warnings from neighbors and having two driveways and a spot where a trailer could go, left one dog outside all night to bark at every new thing for a month, let their other dog poop on everyone’s front lawns, and let it chase after people in their own yards, etc).

After thoroughly pissing everyone off, they decided to ask us to cut down all the trees/bushes along our fence line because the trees were blocking their view. They live at the bottom of a hill. The only view they have is the rest of the hill and other peoples houses. When we told them no, they asked us if we could at least trim the branches down more so they could see through them, and then walked away.

We haven’t trimmed a single thing in months. Theres no power lines to worry about in the area either, and everything is within our fence line. We even let the area beside the patio grow up some so they absolutely no view besides leaves. We actually like it better, because it saves us the cost of a privacy fence we were planning to install.

Be a dick as soon as you move in and expect people to cater to your needs? Nah. Enjoy nice view of leaves from your back porch.

ETA: we have cameras and we were regularly trimming them before they asked us to cut the trees.

This was over 20 yrs ago. My 1st job was working at a pizza shop. A guy calls in,..orders a pizza: I write down what's he wants, it'll be about 25 mins for pickup. No problem. I go for a break; the phone rings again; it's the same guy (my coworker) answers the phone. Guy on the phone wants to change his order; different toppings and added wings too. As my coworker is filling out orde sheet; the caller ends up calling him "stupid" or something along those lines. My coworker as nice as can be just takes it and ends the call. Be ready 25 mins. I toss in the wings into the fryer, as I hear my Coworker call me over. He's at the " adding sauce" stage making customers pizza. I walk over.. he says " watch this".. and horks up the biggest snottiest phlegm pile you can imagine. Proceeds to spit that load onto the pizza with the sauce.. ugh. He smears it around and puts the cheese on, and rest of the toppings. I asked why he did that; told me the guy called him a name on the phone. Oops. I unfortunately had to be the guy to process his order when he came to pick it up. Co worker went to the back for a break; and sure enough cool guy starts an attitude with me.. I just blow him off knowing what I know... he leaves with the food and I wish him a really great day!.

Hey there this is my first petty revenge post!

I was at the local store today, and saw a man park in the wheelchair parking in his fancy big truck.

(My ankles been broken since Oct 8th, so I'm still in a cast and crutches.)

As he got out, I asked him what's wrong with him, and he muttered a half assed answer of "my leg" (which he was walking clear as day the butt) and he walked off.

I went and did my shopping anyways, but when I came out I hacked a loogie on the driver's side door and walked away.

His legs may work, but his ego deserves a bruising.

Edit: He didn't have the legal stickers or handicapped signs (its a sign you hang off the rearview mirror in your vehicle) on his truck, which is a legal requirement to park in these spots.

(Extra: Handicapped 'plates' are not a thing in my country)

(Extra Extra: Yes, thank you, it's been made abundantly clear to me about invisible disability, - of which I didn't consider at the time - I see that it is an issue of much contention of having people park in disabled parkings and whether you can legitimately know if they are disabled or not)

Was visiting my friend well call him Luigi(Cars) and he told me this happened to him a few days ago in SF while picking up his kid from school. He is a literal one man Luigi. He usually carries enough tools to build a car from scrap in his SUV. He saw a lady struggling to change her tire, according to him she wasn't getting the lefty loosies and righty tighties part when taking the old wheel off because she had the car raised off the ground before doing that.

He crossed the street to offer his services and let her know he was a mechanic and he'll help her out change her tire. She barked him out and told him she knows what she's doing and to leave her alone. He crossed back to his truck and watched her just spin the tire over and over. He then got the idea to take his wheel off and swap it with the spare, not sure if other mechanic minded people do this but Luigi, myself and a few others I know carry Milwaukee impacts because you never know when you need it along with a socket set or two.

Being a seasoned mechanic Luigi had a fast jack so he was able to raise his truck with a few less pumps and used the impact to take the wheel off and swap it with the spare, he claims he did it in less than 10 minutes and went as far as switching the spare back with the old tire in that time frame. He said he couldn't tell if she was watching him or not but that he felt someone was dagger staring the back of his neck before hopping back in his truck still watching her struggle with the wheel. She eventually put the car back down and went back into her building. He pretty much laughed out of the area before picking his kid up to drive back home. I still wonder if she ever got the wheel off or called a tow truck.

I’m a Game Designer and Developer. I worked for an employer who was scraping the bottom of the barrel of his funds. His grand strategy for roping in new investors was to release a new game in a month and impress VCs at GDC.

Fine. I’ve seen worse. I’ll do my job well. The whole team designated to this last Hail Mary project (~8 people) worked their asses off to get this thing rolling.

The CEO thinks he can do all of our jobs better than us. Throws all good game design and good development advice out the window. Pushes us to ship trash. Threatens to fire us. Bitch, you can’t afford to pay us another month. We know we’re getting canned.

We do unpaid overtime to ship polished trash we are not ashamed of. In our mind’s eye, we begin to see why the company’s current games have such bafflingly bad code and painful technical debt.

We’re all fired a week later.

On my way out, I remember a player loyal to one of the live games. A whale. He genuinely cares about one of the games from this company. He’s sunk 100s of hours and dollars into this. He’s reported game breaking bugs to us.

I’ve spoken to him to get feedback and improve the parts of it that people really care about, and have grown to really like him.

I go to the backend tool, pull up his support ID and unlock all of the best premium content for the game and give him 100k worth of premium currency .

And then I bounce.

A few years ago I was doing lights at a party in hotel ballroom. Was a favor for a friend of a friend, but I take it very seriously. We had 8 guys setting up the lighting grid with robotic lights and hooked up to a console to control them. We had a couple of no show workers so we were under the gun to get it up and running with time to program.

10 mins before doors I realized I hadn’t drank any water all day and we were behind the clock.I went to the snooty bartender and asked for a seltzer, he looked up at me in my show blacks in disgust and rolled his eyes and told me no none of this is for staff and I could drink tap water from the kitchen.

“Okaaay” I thought as i went back to the console, and programmed up a quick cue where a light at random will zoom all the way in at maximum brightness and hit that particular bartenders station. Every 2 minutes at 100k lumens, for 5 seconds. After 1 hour of this he came over and asked me if I could “turn the lights down”. He looked sweaty and harried as he was having a hard time focusing.

“So sorry sir, no can do, the client wants these lights and it’s not for staff to decide”

So my (now)ex-wife bought this expensive Ninja hot and cold coffee espresso barista style coffee maker a year into our marriage. It came with a few accessories like a milk steamer, whipper and coffee measuring tool. I was never allowed to use the machine except to brew only coffee because it was “her” coffeemaker (that she actually never used), which was fine because I only drink coffee anyways. The thing is- it drove her insane when I wouldn’t put the magnetic coffee scooper hanging back up on the side of the machine- years and years of dropping a scoop back into a can or container made me forget sometimes 🤷‍♀️. Like I said- it would drive her insane. She wouldn’t even need it or be making coffee herself sometimes when she would see the scoop wasn’t “where it should be” and she’d start a fight - and when she was in the mood to start a fight- it would be an all day thing. So. When I moved out…I left the dumb coffee maker behind but…. I took the scoop! LOL 😂 I do get a kick out of using it every single day with my $9 Mr Coffee basic coffee pot! I sometimes wonder if she still stews about it and it makes me laugh every single time! So- that’s my petty revenge. 🥸 Too bad this group won’t allow a photo- I took probably the most boring photo of the scoop as evidence it’s in my possession LOL 😂

I love my mother-in-law, I really do. I would do anything for her and my father-in-law if they needed it. However, over the many years I've known her, I've seen her say or do things that have hurt my wife's feelings. It's never malicious but my wife takes after her father while her sister is more like there mother. My MIL can be very particular and every so often my MIL has made comments about how my wife deals with things, sometimes comparing them to how my SIL (do not get me started on her) would. While a lot of it is unfortunately common mother-daughter dynamics, I have seen how much her behavior has upset my wife and that is something I will not abide.

I am their go to for tech help. I have no problem with that and in fact sometimes even enjoy it. My MIL has a habit of hovering which I do find annoying. Early on I thought it was so she could learn what I was doing but it's just something she does for some reason. So I decided to take advantage of this.

The first time I swapped something out for her, I had her stick some of the older parts and leftover pieces in one of her desk drawers as a just-in-case with the intention of taking it at a later point. After the fifth time of her asking when I was going to come get the stuff, I knew I had her. Every time I would go over and she would bring it up, I would let her know I wasn't heading straight home (we live in walking distance) or would just "forget" when I left. Each time I helped out with something, I'd add to the collection. Almost every time I'm over there, she'll bring it up and I'll make some excuse for not going through it. Every so often I'd take one or two of the wires and leave the rest. This has been going on for over 25 years.

It's nothing harmful, just a petty annoyance for her and something that amuses the hell out of me. There are times that I've gotten a look from my father-in-law that makes me think he knows exact what I'm doing but I cannot be sure. However if it amuses him as well, bonus.

Many years ago (I'm old) my parents owned a pet shop that sold turtles. We developed a problem of the turtles being stolen. This was pre-surveillance cameras, so it was impossible to watch the turtle tank all day. We also couldn't figure out how the turtles were being taken out of the store since whoever was doing it walked right by the register to leave and it would have been very obvious if someone was coming in frequently but not buying anything.

We figured that the best solution was to get some snapping turtles, so the culprit would identify themselves when the turtle took a snap at their hand. Instead he identified himself when he stuck the little snapper down his pants.

He got about half way to the register before he started screaming and dropped his jeans for all the world to see. To this day I wonder how the cop that took the report kept a straight face for as long as he did. I also wonder what the thief told the doc at the ER or if he just skipped the stitches.

This isn't some big dramatic revenge, but I smile every time I think about it.

We had this French teacher in middle school who sort of sucked. Day to day, class wasn't that bad, but she bragged about bossing her stepdaughter around, which rubbed me the wrong way, and just sort of had bad energy. Having since subbed in middle school and hated every minute of it, I'm sympathetic to that aspect, but this was an affluent liberal arts school with an average class size of 20 and the most innocent group of kids I've encountered before or since-- the worst behavior you'd be likely to see is light chatiness during class. Anyway, the kids who took French went on a bus trip to Montreal. Incidentally, one girl snuck off and got her bellybutton pierced, which this woman had no reaction to. Then one night at dinner, I walked into a (multi stall) bathroom along with another girl on the trip. I noticed the water was running in the sink, thought "that's weird" and went about my business. When I walk out of the stall, this woman is REAMING OUT the other girl for running the water. Not "we need to be polite as guests in another country" but absolutely freaking out. It would have been an incredibly strange reaction even if the girl actually had been the one to turn the water on. I say "it wasn't even her, jeez" (somehow I remember this word-for-word 20+ years later, when I can't even remember this woman's name), I mean, for all we know, the restaurant did it on purpose to clear rust out of the pipes or something. She FLIPS. OUT. "I can't even tell you how UNATTRACTIVE you look when you roll your eyes heavenward. Get OUT OF MY SIGHT. And I don't want to see you for the rest of the trip!". I can't remember how I responded in the moment, but I remember that it seemed impractical as she was the chaperone, and that I was anxious for the rest of the trip but determined not to show it.

Fast forward to high school, I'm either best or second best in the grade in French, and who comes to interview for a job in the High School but THIIIIIS BIIIITCH. The interview is to teach a test lesson in my French class. I decide I'm going to be an adult and sit politely (I'm older and wiser, and French is my favorite class where I enjoy a good reputation, so I don't want to look like a jackass), but I do notice that her accent is just awful-- she sort of rolls her R's in a way I've never heard anyone else do, and her spoken fluency is just not on the level of the other High School French teachers. As I start to walk out of the class, the regular teacher asks ME SPECIFICALLY to stay back and tell her what I thought of the lesson. I say something like well I'm biased because we don't like each other, but her accent seems really off, and there's a fluency issue...

So you know how it ends. Not only does she not get the job, but I get to feel morally superior on top of it. I'm still inwardly gloating about this all these years later.

I got into the stupidest argument with a complete stranger on Bluesky. He insulted my intelligence, which wasn't really enough for me to do anything. But then he said that I'm likely autistic and therefore didn't understand the "full range of human imagination". I'm not autistic and I don't find that to be an insult, but the fact that he used it as an insult just got me into full throttle petty mode. I won't stand for the denigration of a group of people who already have enough problems without this guy belittling them.

Using only his username and picture, I found information about him, including where he lives and his business. I don't ever support doxing, so I didn't post anything that could be used to personally identify him (called him by his generic middle name). Creepy and petty, but not illegal. He continued to insult me, so I looked up his business' domain and saw that he didn't renew it so I bought it and put a image of Cardi B sipping tea with the words "I own this domain now".

Lesson for you all: data brokers have a fuck ton of information on you. Be careful what you do with your information and consider regularly changing your phone number and also use a data removal service.

Update: thanks for all the love and the award! The guy in question has turned off his phone completely after I also signed him up for about 30 political websites as a volunteer.

This is based off this post here.

When I was in private school, our family couldn't afford to eat. Inside and outside of school, I genuinely survived off the good grace of others. We couldn't afford lunch for my final three years of education, but I made it through because someone anonymously posted money to my lunch account.

For my mother, the cost of private school was worth it because it was a Christian education. Nothing else mattered.

Years later, my mom told me the story of her "sacrifice."

You see, she was a federal employee working in social services. Every year, her employer offered to pay for her master's, which would come with a $20K minimum raise.

She declined every year...

...because no Christian universities offered a master's in social services & she "refused to give any money to a secular university." I was dumbfounded and asked why. She said she "had to put family first."

Damn. She really showed them, huh.

When I was at my second year of University, my buddy managed an apartment building. Some of his tenants were having a party and invited him and he invited me. I was from a smaller city about 75 miles away from Mpls. I recognized some of the people hosting the party as being from my home town, a year behind me and not in the same social group, but whatever, it's university, right?

I could tell that this one particular women was the ringleader and the others were all dudes, all of whom I recognized. So my friend steps out to get something from his apartment and she tells her friends to kick me out of the party. To clarify, I never said a word to any of these people in my life and vise versa. I was in the stoner group and they were whatever they were. I didn't mention it to my friend, I just let it slide.

Fast forward eight years, I'm back home at my 10 year reunion having a good time and I see the queen bee bitch at my reunion. When she walks off and is alone for a bit, I walk over and say Hey, I don't know if you remember me but you kicked me out of a party once for basically no reason, do you remember that? She said she had problems with alcohol and apologized. I said, yeah, I know you were in the class behind me by a year and I don't really think you belong here because this isn't your class and I think YOU should leave! She broke down at that point and probably accepted what a horrible person she was to me. I don't know if she changed or not but revenge was a dish served cold that day.

My father’s friend worked for a forest products company that was bought by a big multi-national firm. They made a lot of changes he didn’t like, blah, blah, blah. So he quit.

And then to totally screw them over (in his feeble mind, at least), he didn’t cash his last paycheck. For real.

It’s for $484 from 1998 and he keeps it in the glove box of his truck to show people. Tells the story, “Imagine how I’ve been screwing up their payroll bookkeeping in the office for 25 years!!??”

I’m not making this up.

Edit: I can’t believe the number of comments letting us know that the check is expired, etc. Wow. Very different sub than I thought…..

This happened a few years ago when I was the electronics department manager at a popular retail chain. One night for reasons I had to work the closing shift which ended at 11pm and I was the only associate left on that side of the store at the end of the night. Towards the end of my shift I was straightening merchandise is another area when the phone starts ringing back in my department. It takes me a little bit to get back and I answer, it's a guy asking if we had the new Madden for Xbox. I said sure we have plenty, then he says "oh ok....next time do your job and answer the phone" click. This just rubbed me the wrong way so I went to the game case and pulled every copy of Madden for Xbox and put them behind the electronics counter and just waited. About 15 minutes later a hispanic dude and his buddy show up and walk to the game case and after a couple of seconds he walks back from the case and looks over at me and looks around. My face has a real smug look that says yeah I'm the only one here. Instead of giving me the satisfaction of telling him we're out he just walks away defeated.

Back when I was in high school, I was living in an apartment complex with my father and stepmother. One night, I had a friend sleeping over. Both my father and stepmother were out and my friend and I were at the apt alone.

It was about 11 pm to 1130 pm when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door, and two police officers were standing in the other side. They pushed their way in and started asking us questions (whose alcohol is that? my parent's. Why do you have books on witchcraft? I like to study different religions. ) Before leaving they told me that my neighbor complained that we were making too much noise and told us to keep it down. We weren't making noise, but whatever.

About 30 minutes later my stepmother came home and I told her about what had happened. She said she would take care of it and told my friend and me to go to bed.

The next morning...

I asked my stepmother about what happened last night. She said that she called the cops on the neighbor for a noise complaint. The cops showed up and knocked on the door. The neighbor would only talk to them through the door and told them they would need a warrant before they would open the door. The cops left and...

They came back with a warrent. Upon entering the apt they found drugs, drug paraphernalia, and alcohol. Not everyone in that group was of age. My neighbor was arrested for possession and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

TL;DR: My stupid neighbor wrongfully called the cops on me, so my stepmother turned the tables and called the cops on them. My VERY stupid neighbor got arrested for drugs.

So I have smoked cigarettes for many years. At one time I was a faithful Marlboro only smoker. When they came up with Marlboro miles that were on the cigarette pack and you saved the miles to purchase items. It was a great advertising gimmick for them. You would trade your miles for items such cowboy hat, tshirts, jackets, tents, and other sports and outdoors items. I believe they had a pool table as one the top items. When it was announced that they were going to stop the promotion and you had to a certain date to order items and were allowed a max of 6 items. I gathered all the miles and ordered 6 items and sent a check with the miles and order for the shipping charges. After a couple of months I received a letter from Marlboro stating the items I had ordered were not in stock and on back order. I would receive the items in about 4 - 6 weeks. Ok that's understandable I can wait. After about 2 months and nothing, I called the company and was told the items were still back ordered. Keep in mind I had sent a check for the shipping and the check had been cashed. After another 3 weeks or so I called the company again. The guy I talked could not find my order. I told him I had my cashed check and a copy of the order I had sent. The guy was very rude, he told me it didn't matter if it's not there then I am probably trying to scam him. He basically called me a liar. I got so mad about it, I told the guy "if you guys need to rip people off and need the money that bad you just keep it but I will never buy a pack in your lifetime or mine". Here is revenge, I know that one person isn't going to make or break a company. But, think about this....to this day since around 2005 I have never purchased a pack of Marlboros. Figure a pack every other day. Anyone ask me to pick them up a pack, nope I don't buy that brand. Anyone offer me a cig, nope I don't smoke Marlboros. Anyone mention Marlboro, I would tell them a story. Several friends that smoked Marlboros switched. It's kind of petty but it makes me feel better that I have not supported a company that blatantly ripped me off. That's 3,726 packs + thousand other packs not purchased + future packs not purchased. So I have cost them thousands for the price of some merchandise that cost them pennies. Just wanted to finally put it out there of petty grudge against Marlboro. Never go for their promotions, you can't count on what they advertise.

This happened a couple of years ago. My ex was emotionally abusive, I was so in love though. My ex was rather poor at the time from quitting her job without getting another one. We were still talking after we broke up, stupid I know. She was worried about not being able to afford food for her and her cat. Me being the nice person that I am, brought some over for her, I also had to pick up some of the things I had left there. She was hanging out with someone new already and made a point to stress that. I simply dropped the stuff off and grabbed what I had left. I also added her medium mixing bowl from a set, a few of her new tubberware set, and a knife from her matching set. She always liked to have things matching in sets. I knew it would drive her crazy trying to find it. Still makes me laugh thinking about it.

Edit: Okay guys is Tupperware not tubberware, my bad. I’m all thumbs on mobile. I’d edit it out but it’s kinda funny some I’m going to leave it.

The title pretty much spells it out. The year I was a senior in high school, I was in the journalism class, writing and illustrating monthly for the newspaper. I was a neurospicy weirdo then, as I am a neurospicy weirdo now, and thus an easy target as the lowest rung within the social hierarchy of teens.

This one boy in the journalism class was horrible. He would regularly call me names, poke at my appearance, spit in my hair, trip me as I walked by, openly got others to laugh my way, constantly and loudly belittled my work. He wouldn’t stop.

As we neared the end of the semester, with graduation a few weeks away, we had a huge final coming up—an accumulated folder that needed to include every single piece of work we had completed over the year. Absent work took off points. No work meant a fail.

After a particularly shitty day of boy picking on me again, I was the last person in class, ready to close up for the day, when, I spotted his folder in our class work station. I had been wondering how I could stick up for myself, or get him back, and there was the answer right in front of me. Completely not fully premeditated, I stuffed his folder in my bag, walked out of the classroom, and then chucked it in the dumpster that was behind the nearby Starbucks.

Without his folder (plus his general slack-off behavior), he failed the course. And had to take summer classes to make up for the lost communications credit :)

Was driving to the supermarket with my baby in the car when a guy cut me off. I had to swerve and do an emergency stop to avoid hitting him. So I obviously sounded my horn and flipped him off. I started driving again and saw him going to the supermarket as well. I took a picture of his car/licence plate. Not sure what I was planning to do with it but I just did it. Went shopping and on my way out, I told the customer service desk that the driver of this car left his headlights on (they weren't). They called him on the speakers. I didn't hang back but I can just imagine his annoyance 😍

So as this is a work related story I need to explain a couple things: I'm a manual machinist, the only computer my machines have is a digital readout for dimensions. One of the guys working in my company is a special little person styling himself a toolmaker, he "works from home" for 5-6 months and then shows up and treats my machines as his personal fiefdom for like a month doing god knows what. Yesterday I clocked out at 10pm leaving my piece on the machine since I intended to continue it when I came back. This guy tho came in for morning shift, asked neither my supervisor who's technically responsible for what's going on with milling machines nor any of my actual coworkers whether he can and wrecked my setup. Then I come in at 1pm and see that what I had left on the machine is gone and our special boy nowhere to be seen. He apparently did something on the machine for like 4 hours, turned it off and went off in search of happiness I guess. I then did something very atypical of me as a grin and bear it person, I straight up picked whatever he was doing, put it on "his" (our but he claims it) table and did my own job. He comes in at 3pm very angy and claims he was not finished and how dare I. I wish I actually said anything to him but at least I shrugged and continued doing my own thing. God it felt good doing something to actually annoy him.