As much as we try to keep cool as a cucumber, sometimes people do things that set us over the edge, whether it’s loudly smacking their food in close proximity to us or driving 10 miles under the speed limit while we’re forced to slowly trail behind. Of course, annoyances like these aren’t always done intentionally nor necessarily directed specifically towards us. But when they’re presented to us at the wrong time (e.g., when we’re already in a bad mood), are deliberate, are generally unkind or unfair, or even when a certain person we dislike commits them, we’re ready to seek revenge.
Your angry sister calls and dramatically hangs up on you? You might just call her back and do the same back to show her what it feels like. Or, say, you catch the school bully cheating on a test. Maybe you take this as a good opportunity to give them the payback they deserve by informing the teacher of their misdeed, resulting in them getting an automatic ‘F’ on the exam. These are what we call small but sweet acts of revenge. Although they might be petty, minor, or even trivial, sometimes they’re enough to get our point across, and better yet, sometimes they result in even more critical consequences for the person we’re seeking revenge on.
I think by now, all of us have done something petty to get back at someone. However, nothing quite gets pettier than the following revenge stories! From giving a rude customer change in all coins to loudly waking up their in-laws early in the morning to get back at them for consistently coming over to their residence at inconvenient hours, these stories are about to get juicier than a cheesy Juicy Lucy burger straight off the ‘que! That said, you might need to have some napkins on hand.
30. He Stole Her Seat, So I Tricked Him Into Having Mine
“I did it instinctively.
We are in a concert hall for some concert.
I arrive early and grab a prime seat. This elderly woman comes over and grabs a seat 6 to 7 seats from me. The hall fills up.
The woman leaves to go to the washroom. This dude grabs her seat.
She comes back and protests, but he would not listen. People complain, but he is not going to budge. His argument: ‘Seats cannot be reserved here.’
I eye signal to the dude to come take over my prime seat. I grab my stuff and pretend to be on my way out missing the concert entirely. The lady also thinks I am leaving, and everyone will have a seat and be happy.
He quickly starts rushing to my place. The lady sits in the place he vacated.
Oops. I changed my mind. I quickly sit down and enjoy the concert.” Akash Tanwar
29. I Wouldn’t Stop Calling My Dad’s Mistress
“The phone rang again, I picked it up again and said my name, no sound, then beep-beep-beep. That did it. I got so fed up with it that it was time for a plan. My own little, 10-years old’s, revenge plan.
My father was having an affair, that much was clear. For months already, our family was disturbed and dysfunctional. The relationship between my parents was totally messed up and as their youngest son, I felt heartbroken and angry.
Twice a day, for weeks, the phone would ring and there would be no sound if I picked it up. It annoyed me big time. It never happened to my father though. So, I concluded it must be her, the unknown woman.
I decided to start some retaliation. Every now and then, I heard him calling her in his home office (on a landline). One day, I overheard him through the office door, and I waited out the call. He went to have lunch in the kitchen afterward, and I sneaked into his office. I pressed the redial button.
With my heart pounding in my throat I waited… And then she picked up and said her name.
Gotcha! I stayed silent, wrote her name on a paper and hung up. As a little Sherlock Holmes, I started looking her up in the phone book. I had some clues to what town she might live, so after some researching, I found her name and number.
Since that moment, the fight was on. A few times a day, I would call her and say nothing at all until she would hang up. It felt great. My little sneaky, well thought out, revenge plan was working just as planned. It must have driven her crazy.
It took them weeks to find out. Then my father came to me, sighed, collected some courage and asked me bluntly if I was the one that was ghost calling his ‘friend.’ I denied.
But from that day on, I stopped. My point was made.” Cyril Snijders
28. I Paid Her $394 In Nickels
“I had a horrible experience trying to buy a new Honda at a local dealership. I told them what I wanted, but they kept trying to upsell me on a different model. Then it was switching sales guys, to the hardcore close, etc., etc. I understand sales, and all the bullsh*t really doesn’t bother me since it’s part of the game. However, after reaching a price and completing the paperwork, I drove out with the car.
I was happy until Jennifer from the office called me three days later at work.
They made an error and didn’t collect money on some specific fees listed in the contract. I was pretty sure I paid everything listed. I told Jennifer I needed a couple of days to review the contract and look at the check I wrote to determine if I owed money.
She became a belligerent b*tch, yelling about how I have their money and need to come down right now and pay. I told her I would review the contract and pay them if I owed them money.
She called at 9:00 am the next morning being a b*tch again demanding money. Later that evening, I reviewed the contract, and they didn’t total up the doc fee correctly, and I owed them $394.00.
I called Jennifer and told her that I did find the error, would pay the amount, and asked if she could please tell me when she left the office, so I could pay her personally. I waited until 4:50 pm on Friday night (Jennifer works an 8 through 5, Monday through Friday) and paid her $394 in nickels. I had broken the seals on the bags from the bank, which meant they needed to hand count all the coins.
I had brought a book, took up residence in their customer lounge, and waited for them to complete their count. I enjoyed watching Jennifer and four salespersons make little rows of nickels.
After over 90 minutes, they brought me the $0.45 in additional funds I added to see if they would accurately count it.
My back up plan was if they said it was all there, I would inform them that I actually included extra money and couldn’t remember how much, so they would need to recount.” Russell Backman
27. We Shoved A Dead Groundhog Under Her Car
“I once lived in an apartment with my best friend, not a really nice place, but the price was right. So, our neighbor on one side was a middle-aged lady with two sons. Let’s say 13- and 16-years-old.
These boys were all ‘gothed’ out and kind of weird, but they seemed to be good kids. They were always outside sitting on our shared steps. After we had been there for a while we figured out why.
Their mother was absolutely terrible to these boys. Through our thin walls, we could hear the daily verbal abuse, constant yelling, and name-calling. As a result, we hated this lady. She was a terrible person. We would occasionally let the boys come in and play video games or hang out for a few minutes if it was raining or cold, so they didn’t have to go home.
Anyway, one night, my friend and I get pi*ss drunk and somehow find a freshly dead groundhog. This evil lady’s car happened to be unlocked. It was some sh*tty 80’s four-door. We gutted this dead groundhog and shoved it under her driver’s seat. It was like the middle of summer. You can imagine the stench that must have come from that car….so the car did not move for three or four days. Then one day, it is gone, and we never saw it again.
We didn’t put much thought into our drunken plan, and unfortunately, a few days later, we heard the lady blaming one of the kids for the car.
She didn’t say a lot about it, and of course, the kids didn’t know a thing about it.
This was years ago, and I’m not proud of what we did, but that’s not to say that evil b*tch didn’t deserve it!” pdawseyisbeast
26. He Never Asked Me To Make Him Fries Again
“This happened almost a decade ago with my first boyfriend. He was a manipulative, selfish, raging d*uchebag, and I was a 16-year-old with no self-esteem. A match made in hell.
He basically lived at my house and had me cook for him all the time. He was trying to impress one of my ‘gangster’ pot-growing neighbors, so he would have me make them snacks multiple times a day.
His favorite thing to eat was french fries.
I would be making 3 or 4 batches a day. Since I was cooking so many fries, I would keep the Crisco I used to fry them in an empty coffee tin in the fridge. Over the course of 3 days, the Crisco smelled exactly like potatoes.
So, my ex asks me to make him some french fries yet again. (I’m the only one paying for them by the way.) When I tried to serve myself a plate of the fries I had just cooked, he yelled at me and said these were only for him and his friend.
He took the whole heaping plate and ran off!
My blood was boiling, and I plotted revenge! I waited for the Crisco to solidify, and I whipped it with a fork so it looked like mashed potatoes. Because of the many batches of fries, it smelled like mashed potatoes too. Now I just had to wait.
Soon enough my ex was back, and he was still hungry because of all the pot he smoked with my neighbor. He had the balls to ask me for more fries! So, I sweetly told him that I’d made mashed potatoes for him while he was gone.
He was so pleased! He said, ‘Thanks babe!’ and took the biggest spoonful he could straight out of the pot. He put the overflowing spoon straight into his gob with a huge smile on his face. His smile quickly turned into disgust, and he started violently throwing up in the sink.
He never asked me to make fries again in our short relationship. I broke up with him by the way.” Lalybi
25. He Forgot I Had Control Over The Router
“My roommate in college was a selfish d*ck. Now I have known him since preschool, and we are still friends, but he is one of those people you cannot live with.
He attended the local tech school that is supposed to be a pipeline into the main school that third roommate and I attended. However, he barely went to class and sat around getting high and playing Xbox…my Xbox specifically, which is where this story begins.
He used to have friends over all the time, and mostly, they’d get baked and play Xbox. Now I don’t like having a TV in my bedroom, so I set up my flatscreen and Xbox in the living room. I’d like to note that both he and the third roommate had Xboxes as well, but they had theirs set up in their respective rooms.
When the latest (at the time) Call of Duty came out, we would spend hours playing together in a big squad. That is until the third roommate’s Xbox got the red ring of death. Shortly after, my Xbox got the red ring of death.
Well, we think it’s all good because our d*ck roommate has the next-gen Xbox 360 that wasn’t prone to the same issue. We’ll just move his Xbox out to the living room, so we can keep playing COD Zombies.
The response 3rd roommate and I got was, and I quote, ‘Nah, I don’t want people playing it all the time because it will probably break.
Plus, what if you and our 3rd roommate are playing it, and I want to play by myself?’ We were livid. How could he spend all that time using my stuff and not extend the same courtesy?
At the time, I had supplied the router for the internet in the house, which meant I alone had the admin password. I also found out you can block specific MAC addresses. Well, guess who couldn’t connect to Xbox Live when he wanted to play online? I would turn it on and off sporadically over the next few weeks. I found out he spent like 4 hours calling both Time Warner and Microsoft trying to get the issue resolved.
Eventually, he started to put two and two together about when it would go out and come back. You’d think I would stop, but I adapted. I found out that you could open a port to remotely access your router from the internet. At the time, I had a blackberry (I know, I know), which could load the HTML router config page. Thus, I started turning off his access when I was gone. I was even away one weekend at our rival school and shut him down from 3 hours away.
To this day he still doesn’t know it was me. I still go over to his house and hang out on the weekends.
F*ck you, dude. I know they taught us sharing in preschool.” TheWhiskeyTickler
24. She Told Me To Clean Up My Stuff, So I Took Out All Of The Furniture Too
“Roommate in college was disgustingly messy and a raging b*tch. When I had the flu once, I had left a blanket and sweatshirt in the living room to keep warm.
I woke up to a text along the lines of, ‘You’re a disgusting pig. The apartment is a disaster. Get all of your belongings out of the living area or we’re going to have a problem.’
And honestly, if she had nicely asked then fine and if she weren’t insanely messy, then fine.
But she had to go full out b*tch.
She had forgotten that I had provided all of the furniture for our apartment. Couch, table, TV, etc. All ‘my belongings.’
So, while she was in class, I called up some friends on the football team that occasionally helped people move for spare cash. We loaded up every single piece of furniture onto their truck and just parked it a few blocks away on the street.
Cue my roommate coming home to an empty f*cking apartment. Screaming at me and calling me names. I just told her I was following her orders and I moved out ‘all of my belongings.’ She was dumbfounded and really had nothing to say.
Obviously, I brought the furniture back hours later, but it certainly proved my point.
To be honest, that’s only one of many petty points I had to make to that b*tch.” nyc_gypsy
23. You Break My Brother’s Heart, I Ruin Your Precious Belongings
She has more guts than I do!
“My little brother and his girlfriend came to stay at my house for the weekend, and the girlfriend was super self-centered and obnoxious. When they left, she forgot her clothes and toiletries because she left them sprawled all over my bathroom.
About a week later, she and my brother moved into an apartment together. After he paid for the moving truck, deposit and utilities, she cheated on him with her ex and kicked him out of the apartment.
This left him broke, homeless, and heartbroken.
In the days after the breakup, she kept calling and emailing him several times per day, demanding that he ask me to ship her clothes and toiletries back to her. (‘I mean, it’s really important. It’s my NORTHFACE.’) My brother called and pleaded with me to ship them to her, so she would stop having a reason to contact him.
Being the loving sister that I am, I gathered up the Really Important Northface sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, soap and razor. I folded everything nicely. I then wrote a nice note apologizing for taking so long to mail them to her and let her know that I hope all is well.
The note was written in permanent marker, and the paper happened to be resting on the Really Important Northface when I wrote it. Unfortunately, the ink bled straight through the paper and onto the shirt.
Also, unfortunately, the shampoo, soap and conditioner caps were not tightly secured on their bottles, and the contents leaked out all over the clothes, further spreading the ink. The most unfortunate result, though, was that her razor didn’t have any sort of protective cap or container and left little slashes all over the front of the Really Important Northface.
She received the package, and my brother never heard from her again.” Typingbutnotworking
22. I Started A Pager War With My Boss
“Boss paged me on my wedding night.
(Yeah, bad on me for leaving the pager on, but in my defense, it automatically turned on after charging, and I wanted to have a full battery before setting off on my honeymoon trip.) He did it as a joke, but it came at an…inappropriate…moment. We had a, ‘Page only if something’s on fire’ policy, so I had to call in, even though I had just gotten married and was about to go on two weeks’ vacation.
When he answered, he laughed so hard, I just HAD to do something about it.
So, when I got back, I programmed the mail servers to call out on their phone lines and hit his pager with dial-back numbers for phone adult services.
At 4 AM. Every day. His wife got this pager before he did one time and saw a text message something like, ‘I loved how you described how you would f*ck me, Jerry. Call back when your wife’s gone for the day.’ The wife was NOT amused. She thought he’d been calling dirty talk phone operators and tore him a new one.
He knew it was me, but he was too stubborn to ask me to call it off. So, it kept up for weeks until he finally figured out where the script was running from and used it to page me instead.
We had a back-and-forth pager war for a while, but then it all f*cked up when an actual data center emergency happened, and one of us ignored the page thinking it was the other pranking him. That ended the fun.” hendergle
21. His Electricity Bill Is Slightly Higher Thanks To Me
“My downstairs neighbor at my old apartment was most likely a drug dealer. He didn’t have a job, and cars would come by at all hours of the day or night, often honk loudly, he or his girlfriend would run out and chat with them for like 5 minutes and they’d leave.
The drug slinging didn’t bother me, but the honking at all hours did. It would wake my girlfriend and I up at all hours of the night.
Frequently, his clients and friends would be parked taking up two spaces when I came home from work, throwing off our already crowded parking scheme. His own vehicle was parked in such a way that if he had moved a few feet closer to the house we could have another spot, but his car didn’t actually run so he couldn’t move it.
He started dating a woman with like 3 kids, and when they were over, they’d leave their bike and toys in the parking lot or in front of our steps, so we’d have to dodge them in the morning.
She had a small dog, and while she was usually good about cleaning up its poo piles, she would still miss them from time to time.
It was all minor annoyances, so I decided to pay him back in the pettiest way possible. Each floor paid for their own electricity. I knew our downstairs landing light was on his circuit since it worked before we set up power to our apartment and didn’t work for the few weeks between the previous tenant moving out and him moving in. It was an old incandescent bulb, not an energy-efficient one like we had at the top of the stairs and throughout our apartment.
After his friend took up two parking spaces for like 3 days when his truck died in our parking lot, I never turned that light off. It was probably costing him an extra 30 cents a month in electricity.” lokigodofchaos
20. I Made My Lazy Project Partners Look Like Idiots
“When I was a senior in high school, I was in a group English project with two other people. We had to read the assigned book, and over the course of a month or so, we had several mini-projects to do before the final presentation. These mini-projects were designed so that each person would be covering a different section of the book, and they would all be combined for the finished product.
The night before the first mini-project was due, I learned that neither one of my group members planned on putting any more effort into the work into the project than Spark Notes and bullsh*t. I ended up pulling several all-nighters trying to just get a passing grade.
Fast forward to the day of our final presentation, we were going to be the last group to present, putting us after the lunch break in the middle of class. What I hadn’t told anyone was that I was going to the blood drive that our school was having during lunch to donate. I go, donate, and spend a couple of minutes making sure I’m not going to pass out afterward.
I come back to the classroom and find my group halfway through the Prezi I had made for the presentation. Apparently they had been floundering, making sh*t up on the fly, and making it very clear to everyone that they had never read the book or had any idea what the f*ck was going on. The teacher has her head in her hands.
I walk back in, and my group says, ‘Oh, thank god he’s back.’ I restart the Prezi, give the presentation and took my seat. Explain what happened to the teacher after class. Got a passing grade. 90% sure they failed.” Torturi
19. He Wanted To Pay In All Coins, So I Wasted His Time
“I occasionally deliver pizza as a part-time job.
There is a customer that tends to pay with a big bag of change. I don’t mean a bag full of quarters, I mean a bag full of dimes, nickels, and pennies. Since his meal typically costs about $20, the bag usually weighs several pounds. It is a total pain to count out all of the change, so typically drivers will just assume that he has the correct amount and leave. Usually, he has just enough or maybe a few cents over. I don’t think it is an innocent thing either, as he usually gives the bag of change with a sh*t-eating grin.
It is such a pain, that most of the drivers know his address by heart and avoid going to his house if at all possible.
I was having a bad night, and by the luck of the draw got this dude’s house. I remembered reading a post on petty revenge involving someone paying in a checkout line with a bag of change, and I knew I could use a similar method to take my frustration out on this guy in the pettiest way possible.
I pulled up to his house and left the pizza in the car. I rang the doorbell, and when he answered, I saw the large bag of change in his hand that I knew would be there.
He asked where his pizza was, and I said ‘New policy, sir. Gotta count it out before we can give out the pizza.’
So I sat down on his doorstep and started to count out all of the change. At one point, I even asked if he could turn on his porchlight because I was having a hard time seeing. He did end up sitting there while I counted out the entire bag of change, even though it took about ten minutes.
He ended up being about a dollar over, so I started picking up pennies to give him his change back when he said that I could keep the rest as a tip.
When I gave him his pizza, he sheepishly told me sorry and then shut the door.
The whole situation was incredibly awkward, and to my knowledge, he hasn’t ordered pizza from us in a while. Oh well.” thr33beggars
Another User Comments:
“I thought you’d break the pizza into itty bitty pieces, put them in a bag and give it to him. But it looks like you’re a better person than I am.” hello_friend_
18. She Didn’t Pay Rent, So I Didn’t Help Her Find Her Nametag For Work
“I lived in a cheap crappy apartment with roommates, and we all worked in fast food. Money was tight.
One roommate ended up unemployed for a few weeks and then got a job as a bank teller, making much better money. However, while unemployed she had missed a rent payment, which we had scraped together to cover for her.
Two weeks into the new job, she gets her first paycheck. Obviously, we are expecting immediate payback. Day one, she says something along the lines of she couldn’t do personal business (cash her check) during work, so she could pay us in a couple of days.
The Friday she was supposed to pay us, she comes home with a big shopping bag and casually mentions she can’t pay back rent yet because she had to buy new work clothes.
When roommates and I got upset, she went total b*tch on us that we ‘didn’t understand how to work a professional job because we were only food service’ and basically told us we would get our money when she felt like it.
That weekend, she misplaced her nametag required at work. She spent hours searching for it. At some point, I came across the nametag in a random spot and said nothing. She kept searching for it all weekend and was panicked that she would look bad to her boss, etc. I never moved or took the nametag, but the whole time, I knew where it was.
She never found it and had to get a new one.
She also never paid the back rent, and we kicked her out a few weeks later.” curiouspursuit
17. I Got Him To Stop Copying My Tests
“During my freshman year of high school, I was in a biology class that was made up of mostly juniors. This one guy who sat next to me would always be a jerk to me during class. I always did well on the tests, so he would always look over and copy the answers from my scantron. I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize that I knew he was cheating off of me.
Well, one day, I got fed up with this guy messing with me and cheating off of me. So, the next test comes around, and sure enough, he starts copying my answers. I finish the test and so does he. He gets up and turns his test in and comes back to his seat. I looked him in the eyes and proceeded to erase my entire scantron. I then retook the test, this time marking the correct answers. The look of panic in his eyes was so satisfying.
He ended up making a 2% on that test and never cheated off me again.” Thenevermore52
16. He No Longer Had An iPod
“My girlfriend had an iPod for like three years.
It gets remotely locked one day, and she starts getting messages saying it was stolen. It turns out, she bought it from a guy who got it from a girl who sold it for drugs. Well, this girl’s dad comes back from deployment and FREAKS out threatening my then 17-year-old girlfriend for stealing this iPod.
Now, my girlfriend would have been totally cool with returning it for her money back, but this guy is seriously irate, threatening showing up at her house and everything (the address to which he got by using his apple account because the iPod was still under his account).
He’s acting way overly violent, and my girlfriend honestly feared for her safety because this guy was so intense. This went on for about a week before he really started scaring her.
So, my girlfriend does some digging and finds out how the iPod eventually ended up in her hands. She finds out his daughter sold it for drugs because she ran out of her parents’ money she could steal without being caught. She tries to tell the father this, who refuses to believe his daughter is anything but a complete angel.
So, they agree that my girlfriend will leave it at a Walmart customer service desk, and he will come pick it up later.
What he picked up was an envelope with an iPod case and a letter in it, the letter telling him the actual iPod was out in the parking lot beneath a car and that he should find it before it is run over.
The iPod was, in fact, already destroyed and placed behind the tire of an SUV in the Bob Evans next door.” Qp1029384756
15. She Messed With The Wrong Delivery Guy
“I used to work at a pizzeria. There was this one customer that everyone hated. She was rude as hell, complained about everything (every single order she ever received, she found something to complain about).
And she wasn’t a normal customer, no. She would order essentially groceries from us by ordering disassembled sandwiches. For example, she’d order a chicken sandwich but with all of the ingredients separate and in particular amounts, with cutlery, butter, a side of grated cheese, three plates, oil and vinegar on the side, ‘medium rare’ toasted bread (whatever the f*ck that means), extra packets of ranch, you get the idea. But because it was all technically part of a ‘sandwich,’ she didn’t expect to be charged for any of the extras and would complain.
She also refused to answer the door when delivery drivers got there and instead would leave the money in an envelope (exact change, no tip) under the doormat and wanted the driver to leave the food on her doorstep.
She also had weird specifications about where the driver could park (never in her driveway, only on the street, even when it was raining, or she’d complain). Also, she didn’t want them to announce their arrival in any way (no knocking, no ringing the bell, no beeping their car horns; they needed to be silent, or she’d complain). F*cking nightmare, this woman. And every time she complained, she’d try to weasel some free sh*t out of us for next time (because of-f*cking-course she would!).
Anyway, one day she says she needs the driver to make change, and she wants him to just leave the change in the envelope and not take a tip because ‘he gets paid already.’ So, I tell my driver this, and he says, ‘Ohhh I get paid, do I? No problem.
I’ll take care of it.’
He goes on the delivery and comes back pleased as punch and doesn’t say a word about how he ‘took care of it.’ I get distracted, keep working, and 10 minutes later, I get a phone call. It’s the crazy lady, and she’s FURIOUS because apparently my driver left her the correct change of $5.85 in the envelope like she asked…..IN PENNIES.
F*cking genius. I had to put her on hold, so I could laugh. I get back on the phone with her, and I said, ‘Ma’am, I think you’ll find that pennies are legal tender. There’s nothing I can do.’ After explaining that I am, indeed, the manager and the highest authority present, she got fed up and hung up on me.
That driver is still a f*cking king to me.” kVIIIwithan8
Another User Comments:
“You should either just refuse service (because you are entitled to refuse service) or just tell her that she can only order what is on the menu as it is on the menu. That way, she can’t order anything disassembled because technically, it’s not part of the menu.
Just because you have some ingredients next to each other doesn’t mean you have a sandwich. I have bread eggs and lettuce in my fridge. It doesn’t mean I have a sandwich in there.” YoungDiscord
14. Don’t Cut Me In Line
“In Turkey, there have been x-ray machines and metal detector doors at the entrances of every shopping mall since even before 9/11, and we still get more than a fair share of line cutters.
On that particular afternoon at a very non-specific hour with no lines whatsoever, I walked toward one of these machines following the people who had just walked in briskly before me. The machine was a small model with a short conveyor belt and a non-moving part at the beginning.
Just as I was putting down my purse and stepping towards the door two steps away, some self-important, young nobody dived in, plopped her small purse right in front of mine, and rushed in through the door.
With a speed that is so unlike me, which still amazes me today, I picked up her purse as she was walking through and put it back on the non-moving part.
I walked in, picked up my purse and walked on without a glance at the disrespectful, adult-shaped brat waiting for hers.
I am glad that she probably had to stand there and lost a few more very, very precious seconds of her time as she figured out what happened, walked back out, put her purse back on the conveyor and walked in through the metal detector door again.” Ece Cenker
13. I Started Dating Her Crush
“I had a girl who would constantly try to ruin my reputation at school by saying I was a wh*re behind my back while I thought we were friends.
I just cut her out and let her talk smack until one day, I snapped because she invited my long term boyfriend (a little less than two years) over to her house while he and I were in a petty argument. I f*cking lost it. I told the boy to go f*ck himself and all that then cut him out of my life. (Keep in mind: she had been feeding him lies about me causing us to fight.)
A few months, later I remembered that she was deeply in love with this guy named Jack. She would always talk about him and say how he was the one, yada, yada.
I somehow remembered his Instagram name and decided to follow him and like a few pics to see if he’d DM me. Sure enough, he did, and we met later that day. A few weeks later, we decided to make it official and go on a formal date then post our ‘announcement’ on Facebook. Oh boy, how this girl had a f*cking mental breakdown, threatening to kill herself and all that. Did I care? F*ck no. Karma’s a b*tch, and she deserved it.
We are about to make six months in December, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m glad I made that petty decision because it opened a window to a beautiful opportunity.” Butterbeansmoke
12. They Received A Rude Awakening… Literally
“When I moved in with my girlfriend, everything was great.
We had each other’s perpetual company, space for ourselves, and best of all: isolation and freedom.
After a few months, we started getting surprise visits from her parents. They would wake us up by pounding on the door or sometimes even barge in. Sometimes it was just her mother and father. Other times they brought their 5-year-old daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy spending time with my girlfriend’s sister and even her parents, but these visits were unexpected, untimely, and were happening at an increasing rate. It was obnoxious when we had plans or weren’t feeling like socializing.
That’s when I had an idea: beat them at their own game.
Bright and early one morning, I’m talking 4:30 a.m. on a weekday, my girlfriend and I picked up our loudest, most obnoxious friend and ventured over to her parent’s place. I’m sure you can guess what we did: we barged in shouting ‘Wake up,’ forcing them out of bed. We proceeded to demand they make us breakfast and spent hours interrupting their morning routines. Pleased with ourselves, we left around 10 a.m. and went on with our day.
The visits from them started happening less and less after that day. Today, they notify us if they’re coming over, which is exactly what we wanted the whole time.
Why they started doing it in the first place, I’m not sure. In the end, I feel we delivered a powerful statement ironically teaching parents manners.” Lucas Matthews
11. One Simple Phone Call Resulted In Their Divorce
“Many (many, many) years ago, my wife was working at a women’s health spa while finishing college, owned by a man who kept hitting on her (and all the women working for him), regardless of their marital status or interest.
One day, he informed her that there was a conference coming up the next weekend at a resort hotel in the Catskills that he wanted her to attend with him, and made it clear that her promotion to assistant manager depended upon her acquiescence.
She turned him down, lost the promotion (and had her life made miserable at work) and started looking for another job, which is another story. Meanwhile, I steamed and stewed all weekend long, knowing that a good friend of hers from work wound up taking her place that weekend only because she was in a position where losing her job threatened her children’s well being. She had few options and no savings.
On Tuesday morning, after my wife called me from work complaining about his behavior toward her at work that morning and upset at the shape her friend was in emotionally following the ‘conference,’ I decided enough was enough…
I called his home number, and when his wife answered I said, ‘Yes… Sorry to disturb you today, Mrs.
Smith. This is Mr. Justice (I actually used that name), assistant manager of the XX hotel in Rochester, NY. When you and your husband were here this past weekend, you left behind some…cough, cough, items…of a rather…personal nature, if you get my drift. I was just wondering if you wanted us to box them up – discretely, of course – and send them back to you.’
On Wednesday morning, he called in saying he wouldn’t be making it in. He didn’t finally make it back to work until Friday, and he was living, according to the accounts I got, at a Best Western motel, pending a messy divorce.” Craig Wilson
10. He “Lost” His Boarding Pass
“Once in line for boarding a flight, as a frequent flyer, I stood in the priority line.
A burly German pushed his way in front of me and grumbled something about how women should defer to businessmen whose time is more valuable.
He proceeded to put his bag down next to mine. Sticking out was his boarding pass. I put my coat down briefly over both carryons. Then a minute later, I picked up the coat while palming his boarding pass underneath it.
When it was time to board, it turned into a circus with Herr jerk unable to find his pass, holding up about 50 people impatient to get on board.
He was told to step aside to let those of us in line board, which we did.
Once on board (business class), I ordered a drink and went to the lavatory where I put his boarding pass on the table and went back to my seat
After a half-hour, they were closing the door to the plane when Herr Jek stumbled on board, sweaty, red-faced and angry. (I later found out he had to go back outside security to get a new boarding pass.) He, too, was in business class.
Prior to take off, the flight attendant secured the lavatory doors. Once in cruising altitude, the seat belt light turned off. The flight attendant unlatched the lavatory, did a quick check inside, saw the pass, saw the seat number and delivered it to Herr.
With a smile she said,
‘This must be yours. Welcome aboard. What would you like to drink?’
His expression was priceless. Karma is a b*tch, you know.” Barbara Bobola
9. He Cheated On Me With Five Girls, And I Had All Of Their Numbers
“This was years ago. A boyfriend was cheating on me. Well, I had suspected as much at the time, and it turned out to be true.
We happened to be on the same cell phone plan. I got the bill and started looking at the phone numbers called from his phone. None of them were familiar to me. I decided not to confront him about this but just called the numbers: five different girls!
I would call and ask who they were.
I had asked for the ex-boyfriend by name. They wanted to know why I was calling. I didn’t give a reason the first time they asked. I just said that I needed to speak directly to William. Of course, they would ask why. I asked who they were and how they knew William. They all responded that they were his girlfriend.
I don’t know why I thought of this, but the first thing that just came out of my mouth was, ‘Can you give him a message for me?’ They were a little huffy but usually said yes.
‘I just wanted to tell him that the HIV test results came back positive.’
This was, of course, untrue, but like I said, I don’t know why it came to me.
I just said it. I didn’t tell him I had made the calls. I just waited for them to all get upset and call him.
The voicemail he left me was hilarious! I used to listen to it to cheer up when I was having a bad day. Too bad it was on an old phone, and I no longer have it.” Megan Hadden
8. He Made Fun Of My Appearance, So I Made Him Cry
“Back in high school, I worked at a local grocery store, I cashiered/stocked/collected carts, the whole nine yards. Well, I was HEAVILY involved in the punk and metal scene and dressed as such: combat boots, plaid pants, band shirts, dyed Mohawk, huge gauged ears, etc.
One day, I’m out collecting carts, and this d*uchey preteen kid is going into the store with his mom. As he passes by me, he points and laughs and calls me some cliche derogatory name under his breath. I flip him the bird, which turned his sheepish smile into a look of fear.
I finish getting the carts put up and start stocking one of the aisles and hear my name called on the intercom to come bag a customer’s groceries. I go to the front of the store, and guess who it is? That’s right, it was the d*uchey preteen and his mom.
I proceed to bag the groceries and muster up the evilest look I can and proceed to give the death glare to this kid, who’s doing his best not to look at me because he can obviously see it in his peripherals.
I walk the cart out to this lady’s car and start loading groceries in the very back. I run out of room, so she tells me to put the rest in the back seat next to her son. I open the door, and he has a look of absolute terror on his face, so as I’m putting groceries next to him, I roll my eyes back so the whites are exposed and start gnashing and grinding my teeth like I’m a ravenous cannibal, and he starts to cry and sob.
His mother never saw any of this and was very kind to me. She even gave me a few bucks for helping her with the groceries. I hope he learned his lesson.” nuclearsummer89
7. Mr. Wealthy Man Was Greedy, So I Stole A Dozen Of His Pumpkins
“I used to deliver pizza for a local mom and pop joint. It’s quarter to eleven. I’m supposed to have been gone almost an hour prior, but this big money order comes in, and my boss just won’t let it go. 80-something dollar order, Whoopdeedoo!!! Oh, and it’s on the far end of town at the top of the mountain.
So, it’s a twenty-minute trek there and twenty minutes back. I had plans to go to a Halloween type party, carve pumpkins, etc. I figure I won’t make it at this point and tell my friends not to expect me on time.
I get to the house, big ole f*ck out style mansion. Brick laid driveway, decorative stone barrier walls, a roundabout with the fountain by the front entrance, typical Manosque bullsh*t. The total comes to $83 and change. The guy hands me $84 in f*cking singles, then tells me to count it to make sure he didn’t ‘over tip me.’ I counted it twice, then he counted it, then I counted a third time before he was satisfied.
Upon leaving, I noticed his fancy walls lining the driveway and entrance to such were decorated with pumpkins.
I took all twelve pumpkins.” battlerazzle01
6. Now She Enjoys The Smell Of Old Ketchup All Day
“My coworker gets french fries in the work cafeteria, and there’s a big ketchup dispenser thing. We get little plastic cups to put the ketchup in. There are lids available, but she doesn’t use them. She fills up the cup with way more ketchup than she needs, so there’s always leftover. (I would say maybe a tablespoon full.)
Anyways, she sometimes throws out her lunch in the garbage can at my desk instead of her own because she claims she can’t stand the smell of old ketchup that’s been sitting out for a couple of hours.
I’ve asked her several times to stop, but she will then just wait until I get up to go to the bathroom and do it and hide my garbage can under my desk, so she thinks I won’t see it.
Every time she does it, I wait until she goes to the bathroom, take out the little plastic container that she had ketchup in, and put it way in the back of her bottom desk drawer. There’s six in there now, the oldest is over a month old. So far, she hasn’t noticed the smell. Gonna keep doing it and see how long it takes her to notice.
Literally nobody in the office likes her, and a couple of our coworkers know that I’m doing the ketchup thing and fully approve. They were shocked when she threw her lunch away in my garbage the first time. Basically, we all want her to be fired or quit, but it’s unlikely.” Brunurb1
Another User Comments:
Exactly what I was thinking.
“Hang on. If she can’t stand the smell, why would she think you won’t mind smelling it the rest of the day instead? The self-centeredness going on here is next level.” whosthatnow
5. He Got A Taste Of His Own Medicine
“There’s a new truck in my apartment’s parking lot.
Always taking up multiple spots, ALWAYS. Weird angles, close to the stairs, all over the place (no assigned parking, unfortunately). Months of this.
I drive a much smaller car than that, and I’m petty/passive-aggressive. I’ve been waiting for my chance. A few days ago was my shot.
I got home quite late, and there were zero spots open in my lot. The big truck is double-parked again, but there’s juuust enough room on their driver side for me to sneak in there with my little clown car. I carefully pull in, making sure not to touch anything, no damage, no nothing. My passenger side mirror is half an inch from their driver’s side door.
I giggled to myself all the way back to my apartment and set an alarm and waited.
The following morning, I wake up before the alarm to loud door slamming and stomping around. I check out my window, and I see the double parking culprit walking around both vehicles, taking pictures, texting someone, and taking more pictures. I’m shaking with glee. They then swallow their pride, let out a visual sigh, and climb in the passenger side, clamber over the center console, and Austin Powers 20 point turn their butts out of the spot.
I’ve never been so proud of myself and my sh*tty, petty, passive-aggressive ways.” Here2Lol
4. I Stood Up To My Rude Manager
“I got reviewed at work by a manager I had never met before.
I had done everything I was always told to do and more, but he still marked me low. I know it’s because they wanted to avoid giving me a raise, but at least say you don’t want to/can’t afford to. I’ll at least respect your honesty. Anything else, and you can go f*ck yourself.
Anyway, he told me I didn’t go the extra mile. I pointed out that I always do. His response? ‘Well, I never see you do it.’ I said, ‘Well, maybe if management didn’t always hang out at guest services and went around to the other floors where I am doing my job, you’d have seen me.’ That got him to yell at me and mark me poorly for attitude, but I don’t give a f*ck.
Later on, he came up to me and asked me if I could stay late. Given that I’d previously told him I didn’t have anything else to do the next day, he probably thought I’d say yes.
I looked him in the eyes and said, ‘Sorry, but I don’t see that you guys need my help.'” Reddit user
3. He Got A Generous Poke In Both Eyes
“Back in college, one of the guys who lived in our dorm was always pinching everyone’s nipples. One of my buddies was just tired of it and calmly told the jerk, in front of everyone, that if jerk twisted his nipple again, my friend would poke him in the eye.
It got a big ‘Ooooo’ from the jerk and most of us in the hallway.
Two days later, the jerk walks up and pinches my friend’s nipple. So, my buddy, calm and collected, slowly raises his finger and pokes the jerk in the eye. The jerk freaks out. ‘What the f*ck man? What the heck is wrong with you?!’
My friend, cool as a penguin in winter, says, ‘I️ told you if you did that again, I’d poke you in the eye.’ And he just walked away. The jerk was holding his face and had tears coming out of his eye.
The next week, the jerk decided to assert his dominance and twisted my buddy’s nipple again.
And again, just simple and easy-going as before, my friend lifted his finger and poked him in the other eye.
The nipple twisting, of everyone, stopped immediately.” jacobjw2
2. He Gave Her A Yeast Infection
As somebody who’s had a yeast infection before, I kind of feel sorry for the girl, even if she did deserve it.
“So, I had a terrible roommate. We were in a four-person suite with two bathrooms. I had to share it with her.
Up all night playing her steel drums and watching international soccer. Stole my pads and tampons, left her used ones on top of the toilet tank, ‘rinsed’ communal dishes after she ate off them and put them back in the cabinet.
Cooked fish and left it in my cast iron skillet that I specifically asked her not to cook fish in. Threw a kegger in our apartment the night before I took the GRE and told the ‘doorman’ I didn’t live there… Terrible person.
Well, I’m moving out, and she’s still there because she has failed the MCAT for 57th time…but she’s asleep. I am taking out the last of my food when my guy friend Mike is snooping in one of the boxes. I don’t think anything of it. As we leave, he says he has to use the restroom. I wait and he comes out and we leave.
Two days later, he confesses what he did. He took a packet of my baking yeast (fast-acting) and sprinkled it all over her box of pads/tampons in the bathroom. He even sprinkled it on the washcloths.
I saw her walking bow-legged a few days later and felt a mixture of vindicated and appalled.” BubblegumDaisies
1. I Scared Her Entitled Butt Out Of Line
“I had just had my wisdom teeth out and was waiting for my prescription to be filled at the pharmacy. The anesthetic was wearing off and the pain was already intense. I had a mouth full of bloody gauze that I had to change often.
I waited for fifteen minutes until, finally, they called my name.
As I’m about to get in line, a small Asian woman RUNS to get in front of me in the line that clearly says ‘Prescriptions Only.’ She then attempts to get a refund on a bottle of salad dressing.
The pharmacist tells her that she is in the wrong place, and directs her to the customer service desk at the front of the store. She is having none of it. She pounds her fist on the counter. He is going to give her a refund, and she’s not going anywhere until she gets it.
After a few more futile attempts to explain that she will get a refund – just not here at the Prescription Only counter – the pharmacist writes something down on a post-it, gives it to the woman, and tells her to take it to the customer service desk. This is something she seems to understand.
And then she turns around, and there I am, bloody haggard mess, in excruciating pain, staring her right in the eye. I reach into my mouth and pull out two saliva-covered, bloody wads of gauze and offer them to her with a meek smile. She screamed like a little girl and ran away.
The look on the pharmacist’s face was priceless.” annieruinseverything
Some of these petty acts of revenge are pretty creative! While I’d personally never have the guts to engage in most of these acts, I do give some of these brave souls credit for their diabolical yet successful attempts in getting back at people who deserved it.
What’s your craziest, pettiest revenge story?