People Share Their Most Delicious Stories Of Pro Revenge

What happens when you mix seething patience with pain and a penchant for payback? It’s the perfect equation for hatching and bringing to life elaborate stories of revenge. Sometimes, even decades later.

Let the following accounts reveal deliciously juicy, pent up tales of pro revenge that unravel beautifully. But first, what makes for a good pro story? They must have a background. This isn’t a one-off, nor is it petty. Here, there are previous infractions, years of history, and typically, lots of moving parts. Secondly, each tale has a true beginning, middle, and end. There are characters, plots, twists, and turns that bring the reader on a ride from start to finish. Thirdly, an epic revenge story has the scintillating capacity to elicit a wide range of emotions. There are themes of heartbreak and betrayal that lead to actions that result in feelings of what is right, fair and just. Here’s the kicker, not all of these are cruel. Most of them take off just by exposing the truth. Secrets and lies are the pillars, but the moment they’re knocked down, it’s a domino effect for everyone involved – punctuated with an exquisite act of pro revenge.

Take a seat, grab some popcorn, and happy reading.
34. Best Friend Steals My Wife? I’ll Expose Everything

“My former best friend and former best friend have been like family to my wife and me for several years, practically ever since we moved in across the street from them. The four of us were extremely tight. Our kids are the same age as theirs and are all good friends. We were one big family unit. We did dinner together a few times a week. We went on vacations together. I truly saw my former best friend like a brother, and my wife and former best friend were very close too.

Five months ago, I was completely blindsided by the discovery of an affair between my wife and my former best friend. My wife had left her email open on our computer, and I saw an email from her to her longtime therapist saying that my former best friend would be joining her at an upcoming session ‘again.’ Uh, WTF? My mind started racing – why in the world would my former best friend be going to her therapy sessions without my knowledge? I did a search and found some other emails to and from the therapist proving that my former best friend had been going to sessions together with her for about six weeks.

I checked our mobile phone account and discovered that, since late summer, they had been exchanging hundreds of texts every day, peaking at nearly 500/day by the holidays. Speaking of the holidays, my wife and I hosted both of our families (parents, siblings, etc) for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, and my former best friend and my former best friend’s wife joined us either for dinner or after dinner on both holidays. Text records showed that the entire time that they were at our house celebrating with our families, my wife, and my former best friend were texting each other across the room.

They were doing that pretty much every time the four of us hung out, for months. And, you know, all day every day just in general. But what bothers me the most is that they were doing it with my former best friend’s wife and me right there.

I confronted my wife with the evidence and she admitted that yes, she and my former best friend had fallen in love. ‘It just happened! I don’t know how! But I love him and I just don’t feel anything for you anymore, I’m sorry!’ They had gone on a school district trip together, something had happened in her hotel room, and things had moved quickly from there.

She explained as I lay face-down on the couch, unable to look at her, that they had already made plans to move out and divorce me and my former best friend’s wife, and while they didn’t plan to move in together immediately because of the kids, they’d probably do so eventually. The meetings with the therapist were supposedly mostly for the purpose of finding a way to break this to me and my former best friend’s wife as gently as possible because they were so very concerned about our well-being (my former best friend’s wife and I are fairly certain that they weren’t planning on telling us about the affair at all, and were simply going to ‘discover’ their feelings for one another several months down the line after they’d come up with some other reason to divorce the two of us).

My wife moved out two months ago. I was, and still am, utterly destroyed. I cry every day. I cried writing the first few paragraphs of this story just now. I worry non-stop about the impact on our kids. But I am also not exactly a shrinking violet when I feel that I’ve been wronged. And in this case, I was, objectively, very very wronged.

So, a couple of years ago, my former best friend ran for a Board of Education seat as a pretty extreme underdog. I helped him with his campaign materials and debate prep, and my wife, a well-known school district employee (this becomes important later), got the word out as best she could.

Much to our surprise, he actually won in a squeaker, by just a few dozen votes.

Being on the Board became the center of my former best friend’s world. He joined every committee that he could. This turned into the foundation of his affair with my wife, as they were constantly going to school events and meetings together on evenings and weekends.
Once I discovered the affair, my thoughts turned pretty quickly to revenge, and it occurred to me that an extramarital affair between a member of the Board of Education and an employee of the school district was at least bad politics and possibly violated district policy.

Making things far worse for them was that my wife was in the running for an open administrative position, and everyone knew that she was more or less guaranteed the job and the major pay raise that came with it. She had just finished her master’s degree in school administration, at the urging of her principal and the superintendent, so that she could be promoted to this specific position.
I had plenty of evidence of the affair – texts from both of them admitting to it, text records showing that they were texting hundreds of times a day, emails to and from the therapist, etc.

I considered simply emailing all of the evidence to the Board and the superintendent but felt like I, as the grieving, betrayed spouse, might not be seen as a credible source. So instead, I invented a fictitious ‘furious friend’ who was planning on showing up to the next Board meeting and publicly shaming the two of them for their affair. I told my wife that I’d tried to talk this person down but couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t show up and humiliate them publicly. As I expected, this led my former best friend to conclude that the only option was for him to preemptively admit the affair to the Board.

The superintendent subsequently recommended that my former best friend resign, which he did. My former best friend’s wife said that he was utterly humiliated and crushed, and barely got out of bed for a few days afterward.

Once word of the affair and my former best friend’s resignation started getting around, the superintendent (a longtime friend of both my wife and my former best friend) contacted my wife and tearfully informed her that it was no longer politically appropriate for her to be promoted to an administrative position within the district. The position that had been lined up for her was later filled by an outside candidate.

This sent waves of confusion and rumor throughout the district, as it was pretty well-known that my wife was getting the job. The day after she was informed that she wasn’t getting the promotion, my wife and I, despite our crumbling marriage, took our son out to breakfast together on his birthday, and a parent stopped by our table to congratulate her on her new role. She said thanks, then excused herself to go cry in the bathroom for a while.
I let the dust settle for a couple of weeks, and then, right before my wife moved out, let them in on my little secret – there was never a ‘furious friend’ threatening to expose them in the first place.

Just me.

Word of all of this has gotten around our fairly small town, which my former best friend grew up in and my wife has worked in for nearly 20 years. My wife refuses to talk to me about how things are at work now, but I’ve heard from some people I know in the district that her formerly spotless reputation has taken a major hit. My former best friend, formerly a gregarious social presence in our neighborhood and at events and pubs in town, has completely gone underground and barely emerges to mow his lawn. He’s moving out soon, to a crappy little townhouse which is all he can afford due to all the child support he’s going to have to pay his wife.

My wife and my former best friend claim that they plan on trying to make things work together, despite all the public humiliation. I wish them lots of luck with that. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun to show their faces together in town.” Source
33. Take My Personal Computer? I’ll Take Care Of It Myself

“About two years ago, when I was in 11th grade, my brother who is 4 years older than me gave me his PC that was bought when I was in 10th grade. It had maxed out specs, including two state-of-the-art graphics cards and a killer CPU capable of running most games for the next 4 years or so.

However, in Korea, it is almost a federal crime to do anything other than study when you’re in high school, so my parents didn’t like that I got a badass computer in my 2nd year of high school. However, since I was an obedient little chicken, I never downloaded any games and promised to keep it that way until I got into college.

That same year at Chuseok, which is a national holiday held in October, my awful cousins (there were 2, one was the same age as me and one was 5 years younger) come to our house, since it is a family gathering and my father is the eldest son.

They were known to throw fits when they didn’t get their way and had a history of breaking glassware and other things in our house which they never paid for. I was and still am an introvert, so I just said hello to my family, ate lunch and went straight to my room to sleep. I made sure to lock my bedroom door since my room was filled with LEGO, snacks and other things (like the PC) I didn’t want my cousins to lay their grubby little hands on.
After about an hour after I fell asleep, I heard laughing noises and immediately felt the rage building up under my skin.

It was the cousins, and they managed to pick the lock on my door using f*cking chopsticks. I don’t know how I managed to stay asleep, but apparently, they turned on my PC, downloaded a ton of games I never play and was cranking up the volume to 80%. I sprung out of my bed, and yelled ‘WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? I MADE SURE TO LOCK IT’ But they replied with a smug grin that makes me want to punch a wall just by thinking about it, ‘well, you shoulda locked it up good, 2ez4me’ and just kept on playing.

I was livid but didn’t want to cause a scene so I told them to just play games and not download weird crap that screams they are a virus. Fortunately, they just stuck to their games.

However, that was not all. When it was time for them to go, they went to their mom (my aunt) and whispered something into her ears while maintaining eye contact with me. I knew that sh*t was about to hit the fan. And of course, the following conversation took place:

Aunt: ‘How old are you, steveko35?’

Me: ‘You’re my aunt. I think you’re supposed to know.’

Mom: ‘He’s in 11th grade.’

Aunt: ‘So, you studying hard? She already knew the answer to that, since I was owning her son in terms of academic achievement.’

Me: ‘Yeah.’

A: ‘Sooooo, you wouldn’t have time to play with your computer then?’ (Ahh crap, here we go)

Me: ‘Just because I’m not playing games on it doesn’t mean I’m not using it.

I use it to download PDFs of problems and do homework.’ (She just flat out ignores me)

A: ‘Well, since you’re not using it, can you just give us your computer? POS here really enjoyed it, since our computer is crap.’

…and before I even let out a single word, my mother exclaimed:
Mom: ‘YES, YOU CAN!’

I know that most of you guys would think this is absolute bs on my mother’s part, but my mom still thought that that computer was bringing my grades down, although I stayed among the top 1% in my school all along, and college is a BIG thing here in Korea.

However, despite understanding why my mother wanted to get rid of the PC so badly, I wasn’t having it. I told that family to get out of our house and I will do whatever I want with my PC. However, to my horror, when I came back from the library after studying, I noticed that my PC was gone, replaced by an envelope with ￦100,000(about $100) on my desk. I screamed at my mother for letting her take it, and we pretty much stopped talking for about a month, which was easy to do since I go to school at 7 AM and come back home at 2 AM.

After about a month, I still didn’t forgive her for that, but I was too busy with my studying to care.

After a year, in December of 2018, I was admitted into one of the most prestigious engineering universities in Korea, and my parents officially didn’t care what I did as long as it was legal and sensible until March of the following year when school started. This also meant that I could play whatever games I wanted whenever I wanted. I got plenty of money from my other family members as congrats (but not the aunt’s, surprise surprise), about ￦3,000,000 ($3,000).

I planned to buy a new PC when I saw a Facebook post made by my awful cousin who was the same age as me playing games on MY stolen PC. It was already too late to care, and since I already decided to get a new one, I almost shrugged it off. Almost. Until a brilliant scheme popped into my head.
I went to my mother, phone on voice recording, to ask her to get my PC from them so I could use it (since I got into college). However, my mom said that we already gave it to them, and starting conflicts with family members can be a real pain in the ass.

This was, of course, the answer that I wanted, since I could clearly state in my recording that they took my PC AGAINST my will and practically stole it. My mother admitted to all of the above, unaware I was recording. Then, I started to execute my revenge. Since both my aunt’s and my house had senior high school students in their house, we did not meet in 2018. However, at Christmas, we decided to have a get-together in our AUNT’s house, since Chuseok and Lunar New Year was held at our house. The opportunity was too good to pass up.

My father was planning to go screen golfing with the other men of my family, which meant that he was bringing his golf clubs with him. I sneaked in my aluminum baseball bat in his golf bag a day before going to my aunt’s house. Furthermore, I went to my bank to withdraw ￦100,000 in ￦100 coins and put it in a carry-on luggage case. I put everything in the trunk, and we left for my aunt’s house.
After we arrived, we ate dinner and hung out at aunt’s house. When no one was suspecting, I went into my terrible cousin’s room, and my PC was there.

My revenge was to smash it to bits and pieces with my baseball bat and lay it all out on his bedroom floor just to f*ck with him. However, a better idea popped into my head. Since my terrible cousin’s room was on the second floor, and he was out on the gravel yard playing with his little brother, I decided to just chuck it out of his room window with all my strength. I opened his window, disconnected all of the wires, and waited for him to see what was about to happen. After about 30 seconds after opening the window, we made eye contact.

He saw the PC in my hands, and he just froze. I did not. I yelled, ‘EFF YOU AND EFF THIS PC’ and threw it out the window. The sound was magnificent. Everyone went out to see what the sound was, and POS was yelling that he’ll kill me. My aunt screamed, and so did his brother. It was a sh*t show. I came down to see the whole aunt’s family members red with rage (except for aunt’s husband, my uncle who was too drunk to understand what was happening) and started screaming obscenities at me. I didn’t listen to any of the insults, nor did I care what they said about me.

I just wanted to hear one thing, and it soon came out of my aunt’s mouth: ‘We PAID you, why would you do this? This is vandalism!’ I smiled and sent my terrible cousin and my aunt the recording that they took it against my will, and went straight to our family car to take out the carry-on luggage case with 1,000 ￦100 coins and poured it on their living room floor. ‘Here’s your money, good luck finding a PC with that,’ and with that, I just left. I hopped on the subway and went straight home, ignoring all the text messages and phone calls.

After my mom came, she told me that because of me, we would never see them again, and it was all my fault. I didn’t care. However, what surprised me was my father’s reaction. After the rant from my mother, my dad silently came into my room and said, ‘good job.’ I didn’t know it then, but the uncle was also a terrible human being when my father was a kid, and when my grandmother was dying, the only thing he cared about was how much of the money was going to him. I guess being a jerk is a genetic trait lol.

My father also said, ‘He’s a plastic surgeon. He could have bought them a PC of their own, but he didn’t because he is a f*cking cheapskate.’ After that, I haven’t seen the uncle since, but we still see my other uncles who are way nicer than my terrible cousins’ father. The reason I’m posting this now is because I just learned that the university that my terrible cousin attends has just filed for bankruptcy for corruption and unpaid debts. Karma’s a b*tch.” steveko35
32. Roommate And GF From Hell? Catch ’em On Camera!

“My roommate met his girlfriend early in the first semester.

Things started out pretty well. It had all the trappings of young love. There were plenty of times when I would come back to the room to find a rubber band on the doorknob of our room, signaling that I should not come in as they were doing the horizontal tango. That was all fine and dandy. I didn’t mind if they asked me to relocate because they wanted some alone time. All good.

However, waking up in the middle of the night to them shagging was not okay. Waking up because I got hit in the face with her underwear was not okay.

Being shown pictures of myself asleep with their underthings arranged on my pillow was not okay. I tried talking to them about this stuff like an adult. I explained to them face to face and in writing that their special naked frolic time, while otherwise 100% fine by me, needed to happen when I wasn’t in the room. Neither of them was willing to have that conversation and any degree of congeniality between my roommate and myself utterly disintegrated.
I finally threw enough of a fit with the residential life staff that Romeo and Juliet took their act elsewhere (namely, the music practice rooms in the art building).

The fall semester went on with a kind of cold war between my roommate and myself. So January rolls around and my roommate takes a January Term course that has him traveling for the month. Yay for peace and quiet. Only not so much.

One morning, as I was hanging out in the room in my birthday suit, having just showered and thoroughly enjoying having the room to myself for the month, the door unlocks and my roommate’s girlfriend walks in. She demands that I get dressed. I demand that she GTFO of my room. Apparently, my roommate gave her his room key and told her she could hang out whenever without talking to me at all.

This did not improve my relationship with my roommate.

Spring midterms roll around. I have a take-home exam for one of my classes that had a time limit. I emailed my roommate and his girlfriend that I needed the room to take my midterm. We agreed on a specific time and day, which wound up being the day the exam was due, four hours before it was to be handed in. The exam was to take three hours. I verbally confirmed that my roommate knew I would be working on my exam at the agreed upon time (mid-afternoon). I expressed willingness for my roommate and his girlfriend to be in the room, they just needed to be quiet enough for me to take my exam.

Needless to say, at this point, I was spending as little time in my room as possible. I wanted to take the exam in my room because if I wanted to use the library, I would have to lug all my course books all the way across campus. And, it was smack in the middle of Spring Rush. My college has a disproportionately large Greek life program, so finding a free table during mandatory study hours for all the wee pledges was like trying to get a Nintendo Switch when they first came out.

So anyway, I get to my room and find a note on the dry erase board, ‘Occupied.

Knock and return in 2 hours. Thanks, Management.’
Nope. I was done. I ‘knocked’ by slamming my boot into the kickplate on the door. I then opened the door to find quite the arrangement.

The first thing I saw was my roommate’s photography set up with lighting arranged at the foot of his bed. My roommate was buck naked, splayed out on the bed with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame. His girlfriend was astride him, facing the camera, hands tied behind her back and feet bound to his body, naked as the day she was born.

Double nope. At this point, I completely lost it; so much so that everybody that was hanging around the floor came out to see what had me so upset.

I had the presence of mind to keep the door propped open. To this day, I have no idea how they got into that arrangement, but everyone that stayed around to watch told me it took them a good long while to get out. Revenge part 1, check.
Fast forward to the end of the year. My roommate cleared his stuff out of the room while I was in my last final. During that time, he and his girlfriend trashed the room. They covered the surfaces with bumper stickers. And, apparently, RM had been storing their used condoms in his desk drawer.

It was horrific. But… the Resident Assistant that was checking me out of the dorm room was aware of the ongoing issues with my roommate. And, I just happened to have photographic proof that the stickers weren’t there before, so my roommate got to pay for 100% of the cost for the refinishing of the room and the hazmat cleanup as a consequence for trying to screw me over on room checkout.” ShhhImNotTelling
31. Landlord Doesn’t Want To Pay Me Back My Deposit? I’ll Just Call Crime Stoppers

“I had rented out a room in a house with the current owner and occupant of the joint.

I gave him a deposit to move in plus the first month’s rent. Everything was good. I did my job, I paid my rental obligation, privacy was respected. After 6 months of living with him, I finally got a better paying job and left. The agreement was that when I left, I would get my deposit back the week after. A week goes by, my landlord says, ‘I’ll get it next week.’ another month goes by, my landlord says, ‘I have not forgotten about you.’ well now it’s been 2 months and he blocked my number. I’m mad as hell I want my money.

Now, I plotted my revenge.

See my landlord was a drug fanatic. Halfway through my first month’s rent, he showed me in the basement of the house all 20 of his “plants” he was growing into mature plants to run a distribution ring. He also had a drug den room where he could use drugs to get a fix along with pills. While I worked hard at my job for not the greatest pay, he took unemployment and disability benefits while doping up back at home.
My landlord also had an extensive weapons collection. Firearms which were not registered in his state as well as firearms not registered under him.

My landlord also had his own drug dealer that would show up to drop off dope among other things. My landlord did this the entire course of me being there. He thought he was safe until he started messing with my livelihood. So I wrote down everything I could remember and did my research. Behold the powers of search engines and the internet. Bang ‘Crime Stoppers’ fine print: Get 1000$ for your tip. BINGO. I fill out every minute detail, time stamps, photos of the growing operation. Photo of the house, contacts, his entire life I had information on. Submit everything and I wait.

My deposit was $350 so pocketing an extra $650 is completely worth it. He thought I wouldn’t be a snitch but you backstab me so I’ll mess you over so hard.

My parents lived in a neighboring town. I asked them to forward me the town newsletters and I also looked at the county police and news updates – 4 months later I see it in bold. Drug operation busted. The police got a wiretap warrant on his phone and staked out his property. The seriousness of drugs and weapons mixed, the ATF was also involved with the DEA. A swat team executed a search warrant and busted into his house in the early morning hours, around the times I told when he was asleep.

They seized everything, he is looking at about 40-60 years for his offenses. On top of that, the police also apprehended the other druggie who delivered to him in the middle of the night. I don’t know when afterward but at some point in time Crime Stoppers helped me set up how I wanted my 1000$. The evidence was pretty damaging. I got my revenge but I also saved a community.” America-always-great
30. Can’t Do Your Job? I’ll Catch You On A Policy Loophole

“I work in sales, and we work as a ‘team.’ I have an assistant who helps me get leads and set appointments.

Well, this one particular assistant and I did not get along at all. This particular assistant kept going to my boss behind my back to report every little incident, which is really annoying. Part of my role as the senior rep was training, however, this assistant ‘was a former business owner and knew how to do the job and didn’t need no help.’

The appointments the assistant set up had an 80% no-show rate, which is INSANE. In the past, no-shows would be around 25%-30%. Not only that, this assistant would constantly argue and bicker over everything, which was really frustrating to deal with.

This assistant also created their own ‘lead card’ and ‘tracking system’ which completely sucked and crap fell through all the time.

Furthermore, about half of all contact details provided didn’t actually work. But what really irked me the most is this assistant constantly sucked up to my manager about all the ‘great things’ she was doing. My manager was in love with the assistant and kept preventing me from firing the assistant and replacing her.
Now our company had a little known policy, 3 ethics complaints in a 12 month period and you’re fired. Here’s the deal though; for a ‘customer’ to file a complaint they had to go to a specific page on our website.

So very few complaints ever got filled.

One day, I roll in 10 minutes late! My assistant had called my manager to complain that I was late. My boss asked me why I’m late. Keep in mind we didn’t clock in or out, and I often would come in early or stay late. To come in late, once in a while was no big deal, but it was annoying knowing my assistant had a habit of constantly going behind my back and ‘ratting me out’ on top of their crappy production. We are supposed to be a team!

I asked to do a review of the assistant’s leads.

We got 3 leads deep and my assistant huffed and puffed and said the leads belonged to them, not me, and it’s none of my business (actually it is). She then called my boss to complain about my behavior because I was pushing her to complete the lead review.

My boss called me and I straight up told him he needs to give me the authority to fire this assistant or I’m going force his hand. He told me I needed to learn how to work with my assistant.

So I pulled up all of the assistant’s leads and began dialing.
One thing that would justify an ethics complaint is opting in a lead for a call when they didn’t want to be called which I suspected I could find at least 3 instances of.

I called all of the leads and I got 9 people who straight up said, ‘We never intended to be opted in to be given sales calls,’ to which I replied, ‘Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that. We actually have an ethics complaints page for such a situation. Would you like me to forward you the link so you can file a complaint? It would really help us ensure this kind of thing doesn’t happen again.’

Within 48 hours my assistant had gotten 5 ethics complaints.

My boss called me 72 hours later ‘Sting, it’s really strange we’ve gotten a slew of complaints about your assistant.

Did you have any part in this?’ ‘Well, you see, my assistant refused to conduct a lead review with me so I called all their leads for her. On a few occasions, the lead claimed they didn’t intend on providing their information for sales calls, so I simply sent them to the link to file a complaint.” My boss said, ‘Yea, well, now I’m forced to fire the assistant.’ I simply smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s really unfortunate. I’m so sorry to hear that.’

He confided ‘I guess you won this one. I said ‘Not a problem. I’ll go ahead and post the new job ad.’ My next assistant was MUCH better and way easier to work with.” sting2018
29.Want To Harass Women? We’ll Catcall Your Mom

“A new family moved into a building a few buildings down from ours.

They seemed normal at first. They didn’t interact or socialize with anyone else other than their direct neighbors. Most of the people living in these buildings have been living here for a long time and know each other very well.

The son is a creep. He is about 17-18 years old and harasses women and girls by passing lewd remarks, whistles, and catcalls. He even tries to grope, pushes/elbows, and actually follows girls and women.

He followed and tried to grope a 14-year-old girl who told her mom. Her mom talked to other moms before approaching the son’s mom, and all the moms found out that many of the girls had been at the receiving end of his harassment.

Even women older than him and newlyweds! The remarks he passes are very vulgar and crass, to say the least.

The moms visited the son’s mom to talk about it on Sunday. And guess what she said?
‘Tell your daughters to not dress like sluts. What is my son supposed to do? They will get what they deserve. My son is only talking. Keep an eye on your daughters otherwise, other men will do more than just talk.’ YES. SHE SAID THIS. And it goes on. When they told her he was also harassing married women, she said: ‘Ask these newlyweds to keep their sexy side for their husbands in their bedroom.’

Needless to say, everyone was p*ssed.

All the girls got together and sent messages to the son’s college friends and groups on social media about his behavior. But it’s the boys and young adult men (specifying because they are all 18-19 years old) who really got involved and upped the ante on this one!

They immediately started buddying up to the son, congratulating him on getting away with being a ‘hero.’ He certainly felt very proud of it and very full of himself. This is where the revenge party starts.

Some of these guys along with the son are standing near the gate of the son’s building entrance when the son’s mom comes home from work.

As soon as she nears them, all the guys start making remarks about her appearance and her being a woman – her very loudly. Some of those included-

‘Aunty keep your sexy side for uncle in your bedroom!’
‘If you walk away, then I’ll have to come with you!’
‘Look back!”

And more.
Most of what they said were words were originally uttered by the son and his mom in the first place. The son was mortified and angry but couldn’t do more than cuss them and leave because they were about 4-5 guys.

This continues in the morning when she leaves for work, in the evening when she returns and whenever someone comes across her when she is out for whatever reason.

She has received comments on the way she dresses, the way she walks, the time she comes home, etc. All of this is done in front of her son and whenever he objects, he is told to keep his slutty mom in check because the guys are only talking, what else are they supposed to do?

Finally, the son broke down and cried yesterday but didn’t apologize. He just called the girls and guys names and left. His mom tried to approach the parents of the boys and to her dismay found that most of the boys were brothers or neighbors to the girls whom her son had harassed.

Quite a few moms also told her to not be slutty as it was a bad influence on their sons. One awesome Dad shut the door on her face saying he doesn’t talk to women who cannot parent their children. I live in India. It’s a crime to catcall or harass women even though complaints aren’t made about it all the time.” Lady__stoneheart
28. This Is Why You Don’t Mess With Grannies And Their Gardens

“This is a story from the distant past when I was a kid. Early 80s Australia. My family lived in suburban Townsville then. We had a fairly tight-knit community on our street and all generally got along well.

Our neighbor on the right side was a lovely old lady, I have no idea what her name was but us kids all called her Gran. She was a tough old bird, lived in the bush all her life and had a real no-nonsense attitude.

On our left side was a block of two flats with tenants that seemed to come and go all the time. At this particular time, there was a middle-aged woman and her two kids. This woman as I recall was a bit of a b*tch and had a real better-than-you attitude. No idea what her name was but we will refer to her as Karen because it fits.

Now Gran loved her garden and was always working in it. She grew beautiful flowers. Her garden was always kept in perfect condition and was essentially what kept her going in her old age. The local kids were welcome in her garden just as long as we did not make a mess.
Karen, on the other hand, loved her dog. It was some poodle cross thing and an ugly mutt in my opinion. Unlike the rest of our dogs, it was not allowed to roam the streets and play with the kids but was kept inside except for the daily walk each morning on a leash.

One morning we heard sounds of an argument coming from Gran’s front yard. Apparently, Karen had decided to help herself to some of Gran’s flowers while walking the dog. When told off by Gran, she then decided to insult Gran’s garden, which was a very bad mistake! So the two exchanged words before Karen walked off.

We thought that was that until Gran started to find dog s*it in her yard every day. Every day. As most of our dogs roamed the street she could not say it was happening deliberately. Just that it was strange that ALL the dogs had avoided the place until now.

Then we find out that Karen has changed her routine and was walking her dog at dawn each day (my Dad spotted her as he was going to work) and of course Karen was using the opportunity to have her dog take a dump on Gran’s lawn.
When Gran found out, she was furious! I was at school at the time so I did not see it but Mum recounted the events. Apparently, Gran had taken a garden trowel of dog sh*t and gone over to Karen’s door where she had told Karen that she would ‘rub your face in the next dog sh*t I see on my lawn!’ Karen responded with a tirade of abuse and then slammed the door before Gran threw the sh*t at her.

So the stage is set… On to act 2.

Scene: Early Saturday morning.

We were woken by screams at daybreak. It sounded like there was an almighty fight happening at Gran’s place. All the neighbors rushed out to the most amazing scene ever. In Gran’s front yard, on the lawn, lay Karen face down with Gran perched astride her back. One hand on the back of Karen’s neck and the other hand with a firm grip on Karen’s hair as she rubbed her face back and forth through a nice fresh dog poop! Karen was screaming bloody murder between gasping for breath and spitting out grass and poop.

Gran was shouting, ‘I WARNED YOU! I BLOODY WARNED YOU, YOU STUPID B*TCH!’

So it turns out the cunning old girl knew Karen was too stupid to take a warning so she had got up early to could lay in, wait and then ambushed Karen in the garden. Karen was never the same again, she moved out in less than a week.

The best laugh I think I have ever had! NEVER mess with the grannies folks!!!” Kookabanus
27. Fire Me For Now Reason? Ok No Problem, Buddy

“I had taken over running a small development team of 9 for a relatively big company. We were there for basic, quick little bits of software that wouldn’t make sense to outsource (web apps that quiz employees on policy, fancy interactive projects to show off at conferences or just an extra pretty powerpoint, etc).

The guy I took over from ran the team like we lived in the 1980s, so I brought us into the modern age and surprise surprise, within a few weeks our team was finishing projects left, right and center. Everything was going great, my coworkers could take smoke breaks and listen to music, our internal clients were kept up to date with their projects and my boss thought I was some kind of software prodigy as productivity had gone through the roof. Honestly, this was more indicative of how bad it was before rather than anything I did.
Then comes Richard. Now you know Richard, you probably have a Richard at your office.

They’ve been there too long to fire and delight in slapping people in the face with their seniority, regardless of whether or not they have anything to do with you.

First, he sends us a project and marks it Critical, as in ‘Everyone stop what your doing know this needs to be done yesterday.’ I politely send him a message and ask him if I can move it down to medium priority as there was little to no time limit and we had other projects to deal with. He replies, ‘No, it needs to be done now. Get to it.’ I’d like to remind everyone that he is not my boss and has no authority over me or my team.

So I CC my boss and the other department heads who we had projects for at the time. ‘Hi all, hope you’re enjoying your day. Richard has asked me to work on this project for his department, however, he wants it to be done now which would delay your projects. Would that be ok with everyone?’ Turns out that’s a no and I downgrade his project.

A week or two later I check our task management software system and notice Shia (fantastic programmer, great person) was falling a bit behind. I go to ask her what’s up and she looks like she’s about to have a panic attack.

I ask her what’s wrong and it turns out Richard had threatened TO FIRE HER if she didn’t start working on his project immediately. I calm her down, let her take a break, tell her to start working on her regular projects and to send Richard to me if he gets uppity. I then fire off an email to Richard and my boss reminding him that:
1. Any threats of termination need to go through me and HR first

2. Who works on what projects and when is determined by our schedule and myself

3. If a project’s deadline is moved up I should be informed directly not via my team

Turns out Richard is infamous for making threats like this but because nobody took them seriously, I was the first to remind him he had no authority over other departments.

I didn’t find out until later, but apparently, he had a meltdown at the boss about how incredibly disrespectful I was. He tried to file a formal complaint but it was rejected because doing my job properly isn’t actually a problem. Who knew?

Around this time, I accepted a better job and was going to put in my notice. But I wanted to wait until after our latest project (let’s call it the Ninja Report) was done as it was a big deal for my team. This Ninja report was part of a presentation by a company big wig (boss’ boss’ boss) and was marked critical so all of us were working hard to make sure we did a good job and got it in on time.

Now finally we get to the revenge part.
I’m plugging in a switch under the desk when someone taps me hard on the shoulder, ‘Just a minute mate,’ I say. I stand up and stare directly into the red face of Richard, erect with fury and ready to expel his rage all over the office. ‘I’M NOT YOUR MATE, YOU NEED TO LEARN YOUR PLACE IN THIS COMPANY BLAH BLAH BLAH.’ As this grown man is screaming at me in full view of my team it suddenly dawns on me that I get severance, have another job lined up and really have no reason to deal with this.

‘I WANT MY PROJECT DONE NOW!!!!!’ he continues to yell. Now I could’ve told him about the Ninja Report, I could’ve said a lot of things but I just smiled, looked him in the eyes and said, ‘As long as I’m working here the schedule isn’t changing.’ Predictably Richard responds, ‘THEN YOU’RE FIRED.’ I grab my things and leave. As I’m leaving, one of my team comes up looking like a deer in the headlights and asks what they should do. Easy, ‘First I want everyone except you to stop working on the Ninja Report, second at the end of the day send an email to the boss and the bigwig, let them know what happened, and explain that the Ninja Report is going to be a week late.

See you all for drinks on Friday!’
I wake up bleary eyed the next day to a call.

Me: ‘Hello?’

Boss: ‘Hi look I’m sorry about what Richard said. He doesn’t actually have the authority to fire you and the Ninja Report can’t be late, we need to fix this!’

Me: ‘Ohh I’m sorry I’ve actually accepted another job, but don’t worry I figured this would happen. I asked one of my team to work on it privately. If they start working on the Ninja Report again should be able to get it done on time.’

My boss tries to get me to come back but I made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

Recommended one of my team take my job and thank him for the opportunity. He’s pretty cool about it, confirms I’ll be getting severance and tells me I can use him as a reference.

Friday drinks roll around and we have a lot to celebrate. The Ninj Report was done on time and given everything that happened, it made my team look great. I got a new job, my teammate got a promotion and the big wig was really eager to learn why his subordinate’s subordinate’s subordinate fired the lead of the team he picked himself and nearly tanked the project. I’m proud to report that the office is now 100% Richard free.” TidyNeatThrowaway
26. Do Drugs And Lie About It? Pay Up

“Not me but my mom. For some backstory, my mom was a PA in neurosurgery and her second husband was an anesthesiologist in his residence, so drugs were a HUGE no-no.

Anyway, he choked her out because she was pretty much done with his bullcrap. She had severe tendinitis in her wrists/hands and feet and she was barely able to walk and eat, and he wouldn’t help out around the house. They lived on 2 acres in the countryside with 6 chickens, 3 digs, a pot bellied pig, and 4 ducks. She managed the entire place and 3 kids all by herself and he wouldn’t lift a finger. He would just come home from clinical rotations and do all kinds of drugs. Whatever he could get his hands on. Soon his antics became so heavy and frequent that it actually began to affect the animals (mostly the smoke) and the animals would get high and do stupid crap that would get them really sick.

So my mom confronted him about it. Their somewhat civilized ‘raised voice’ arguments turned into full-blown screaming matches that resulted in busted open window and doors when my mom found out he was smoking pot in excess around me.
I can’t handle smoke very well. At all. He would smoke it on the front porch with the window open while I was playing video games inside, and he smoked to the point where I would faint while playing. My brother told me this, and he knew it was that because I would be playing dark souls or some crap and I would just flat out pass out and hit my head on the table in front of me.

This would be a nightly occurrence and my mom didn’t see it as a problem until I was passed out for 12 hours, which is when my brother told her. I ended up leaving (this will be important later) to live with my grandma because fainting instead of actually falling asleep was really painful and the screaming matches between my mom and stepdad only got worse.

Fast forward a few months, when my mom came down for Christmas, and I kid you not, she looked terrible. She shaved her head before she came, she looked really pale, and she was thin to the point of fitting in my clothes (I’m really short and petite; 5’ 3’’ and pretty muscle-y, compared to my mother being 5’ 11 and ripped from the heavy lifting around the home).

Her carpal tunnel and tendinitis had gotten better, so she could eat, walk and do stuff, but she was clearly in pain.
On New Years, I ended up pouring her a shot of vodka (she usually had one right when the ball dropped), but this time she immediately swigged it down and took me into the bathroom where she just unloaded. She told me that his antics only got worse and worse and he ended up snapping at the kids really bad, bringing his friends over and almost lighting the barn on fire WITH THE PIG INSIDE. He sold her chickens while he was high (we REALLY loved those chickens), and that he’d spend most of his paychecks on drugs.

Eventually, she rambled on saying that she was just tired of being treated like a slave, tired of fighting, and she just wanted to go back to the way things were while he was in med school. I told her straight up to get a divorce if she wasn’t happy and to move back to the country but she told me that the kids should have their dad and they didn’t want them to end up like me: emotionally scarred from custody transfers and separation.
My biological dad was a convicted rapist — we don’t know if he actually did that to someone — who had a drug lab in his basement, was basically a prostitute, would physically and emotionally abuse me, and would suck my mom’s money dry for drugs.

My mom knew that my dad was beyond saving, but she truly cared about my stepdad and wanted to rebuild their relationship.

Fast forward a few weeks and I had found out that my stepdad was stealing pain medication, local anesthesia, and NARCOTICS from the hospital and getting high off them. She threatened to report him to his residency program and he began choking her until he broke her hyoid bone. My brother saw this entire thing go down and he called 9-1-1.

She immediately needed surgery, and after that, she filed a restraining order and left to the previous house they still owned.

Soon each of them found a lawyer, and my stepdad (with some help from his wealthy family) was planning on taking my two younger siblings from my mom. She found out when she was drunk and scrolling through his phone and that was the last straw before she filed for divorce.
Because of his wealthy and pathological lying family, the case looked like my mother’s loss. They denied all of her claims, saying that my mom was crazy and bipolar (she is mentally ill, having anxiety and depression, but she is by no means insane. She was just explosive when angry, mostly because her parents were).

They also claimed she didn’t take her meds (not true), and that she was neglectful to her children, which is why I left (also not true. I left because she and my stepdad were constantly fighting to the point where windows and doors were broken down and I couldn’t take it). And they claimed that she was a lazy, jobless slob (also not true. Like I said she was a neurosurgery PA. They earn a 95k salary. She had to quit her job because they were cutting her hours and in the state they moved to, PA’s couldn’t prescribe medication, so basically she could only work in the OR, but they have 12-hour shifts and my mom has 2 kids who need to be taken care of).

But what my stepdad neglected to mention was that he DID steal those narcotics from the hospital; in fact he actually DENIED IT. And when he was on the phone with the attorney, he accidentally let it slip out that he met with the narcotics police (basically he got busted), and her reaction was, ‘wow…so she wasn’t lying.’
And that basically unfolded into finding the original documents to the ones edited by my stepdad’s family and it became an open and shut case. My mom had full custody, and 60% of the money as well as the antique BMW from the 60s (she was very adamant about that one).

My mom is the kind of person who will put white vinegar in your wine for fun, so she decided to report his RESIDENCY. At first, they said that they’d look into it, but they ended up not getting back to her. She ends up talking to an advisor and LO AND BEHOLD, not 1, not 2, but 5 people actually got kicked out for drugs and if another one got kicked out, they’d be forced to shut it down. So then my mom decides to get the divorce and restraining order into the mix, and the whole slew of things that came with it, and since it basically violated the Hippocratic Oath and well – the LAW – he wasn’t really that trustworthy of a doctor anymore and they kicked him out in the interest of patients and subsequently shut the ENTIRE program down.

On top of that, she made sure that it stayed on his permanent record, completely disabling him from ever reapplying to a new residency program. She then went the extra mile to get the dog to piss in his house while he was on vacation in Las Vegas, charge his credit card to pay the mortgage until she found a new job in neonatology, get the kids to completely ghost him, and she did a break and entry (the door was unlocked) and took the ps4, Nintendo switch, the Wi-Fi and some furniture (she also sold his Gucci clothes on E-bay!).

Later on, about a year later, my mom finds out that the family is trying to file a lawsuit and sue her for $50,000. They take the claims to court, but then my mom busts out the case from way back then (along with some medical documents pertaining to said case, like her carpal tunnel and tendinitis) and she turns up the dial to the maximum amount a doctor (my stepdad’s father was a plastic surgeon) can be sued for in that particular state – which is $200,000.
The lawsuit goes on for about 6 months and then my mom one day hits me up and says that she got 200k in her pocket and she ended up putting that into a bank account and is beginning to help me pay for college and if she has enough, med school.

I’ve always loved medicine and this whole thing has never changed my view of it. Personally, I’d like to do college by myself, but I’m gonna need help in med school because by my second year I’ll be 100k in debt!

My mom is now a happy and single lady, still rocking the short hair and is extremely successful. She cut off contact with my stepdad, so I don’t know how he’s doing, and frankly, I don’t really care. So yeah, don’t get with drug addicts, especially if they’re in the medical field and my mom is a vengeful b*tch and I love her.” Mentrual_Rage
25. Rip Off The Intern Turned Programmer? Better Read The Fine Print First

“A couple of years ago when I was 18, I got my degree in game development.

It’s a 4-year track with the last year being 4 months internship and 4 months to work on a ‘test of skill.’ This is a project that you can think up yourself to prove that you’re capable of game development.

I had my internship at a very small game studio run by two women, named B and C. They both specialized in 3D model making and 2D art (textures, graphics, that sorta stuff). Neither of them was a programmer so they got interns to program stuff for them. I was disappointed as I had no experienced programmer to learn from or to guide me.

But this was my only option since I started looking for an internship too late. B and C were abusive and condescending in their language use. I didn’t stand up for myself much. I was always a fat nerd and had no self-confidence coming out of high school or college. What WAS cool is that they were located in an incubator, which is like a large office building that rents desks for €50 a month instead of floors. Great for start-ups and single person companies. As the cherry on top, it was also an incubator that specialized in game companies. So lots of contacts and opportunities to meet people in the industry.

I had fun there, at first. They already started on a project and I asked them what system they wanted me to make (like inventory, menus or gameplay elements). They had an idea of what they wanted. It was a game for kids that used augmented reality (AR).

AR is quite difficult to make, AND they didn’t want to use APIs from companies that had already made the AR system because that would cost too much money. So for 3 out of the 4 months, I was there I build my own AR system. It was really tough and I had no help (other than Stack Overflow <3), because the other developers there had their own stuff to work on.

The best way to learn programming is to be good with Google and just jump in the deep end and figure it all out.

I finished the AR system that worked with 2D image recognition. Perfect for what they wanted. But it turned out they didn’t have a game design document, which is a plan of the sorts of the stuff you want in your game. They also didn’t have a ‘to do’ wall or anything. So I spend my last month making inventory systems and stuff that was always not the way they wanted after all. They just said we need an inventory system but didn’t know what it all had to do.

So basically my time was wasted there.
Skip forward 5 months. I got my degree and decided I wanted to check out the industry some more. I got all my savings out and decided I could spend a year making games and maybe it would lead to something. So I rented a desk at the incubator and thought about what game I was gonna make.

B and C believed that if you are technical, you’re not creative. They saw programmers like tools used to achieve their vision. Two things annoying about that: 1) just cause I like programming doesn’t mean I’m incapable of imagining worlds and stories, and 2) game developers and game designers need each other.

Two disciplines of equal importance that make a game work. So this is what happened when they approached me:
B: ‘Hey OP, are you busy?’

Me: ‘I’m just thinking what kinda game I wanna make.’

B: ‘C! Come over he’s not busy.’

C: ‘Hi OP, could you help us out with something?’

Me: ‘Uh ye sure what can I do for you?’

B: ‘We need you to make a menu for Unity (the engine I was working in) for the AR system you made.’

Now I’ll admit. The AR system was not the easiest to work with. It had a lot of settings and a series of steps needed to make it work with an image.

And they wanted me to simplify it, even though I had made an extensive manual on how to make it work. But I learned so much in those 8 months and was positive I could improve the system a lot, which was good cause the current code belonged to them. But I could use the same architecture of code and rework it to make it mine.

Me: ‘Alright, I guess I can rework system and make it more user-friendly.’

C: ‘Nice let us know when you’re finished.’

I spend about a month making my AR system better and the finished system shared only ~10% code with the old system.

I told them I was finished and showed it off.
Me: ‘This 2.0 version had better tracking in all light conditions, it can cover more angles, needs less detail and now has a very user-friendly user interface along with tooltips.’

What I also did is change the standard script Unity gives you when you make a new script. I put MY name and copyright in the code so I could prove it was mine.

B and C were very happy with it and even asked me to join their project as a partner.

Me: ‘Yeah I would love to join, I’ll even give you a discount on the AR system.’

C, with a kinda smug face: ‘Yea we won’t be paying you, the code was already ours and you just improved it.

Besides we didn’t sign a contract or anything. Just be happy with the opportunity we just gave you. And if you didn’t intern with us, you wouldn’t be here to begin with.’

Me: ‘Are you serious? I spent a month working on this…’

B: ‘Yeah but you’ll make plenty with the project…’
There was nothing I could do about it so I just sucked it up and agreed to join the project. Maybe I agreed more out of FOMO rather than excitement to work with them. I did learn a lesson though: ALWAYS HAVE A CONTRACT. And boy, did I draw something up. For the contract, I had a right to 25% of the finished product’s income, basic stuff.

But because I didn’t trust B and C and was determined not to be burned again, I drew up a general conditions contract, which is basically the policy and restrictions of working with my one-man studio. It has all the basic rights and stuff, but it also had 2 clauses that make me laugh to this day;

Any and all code developed by me belongs to me in perpetuity, and may not be copied, modified or used in any way without my express permission. And under no condition can I be forced to release the code files. Fine on breach is €1000 per script file (the AR system had more than 20 scripts in it).

When I get fired for a shared project, I am entitled to €50 an hour I spend working on the project. No exceptions.

They signed both contracts without even reading them. And didn’t have a contract for me in return. The first contract was what bound me to the project.

And here comes the good part.
I learned pretty early on that I was just there to listen and make whatever they wanted. They did not want my input on anything. Even if they had dumb, impractical or just impossible ideas about what the game should have, I could not protest or suggest something else.

Even though I tried.

Fast forward 6 months, it’s winter now and the project is just not going very well. I constantly have to revisit finished components because they wanted more functionality in them. I was not happy and went over to their desks to complain and demand a final document I could work of off.

B and C: ‘It’s called feature creep and a real game developer should know how to deal with that.’

Me: ‘It’s not alright, I am wasting my time because you two can’t make up your minds and get a final idea in your heads.’

B and C dismissed me and later send me an email: ‘Dearest OP, we regret to inform you that our partnership is not working out and we have decided to let you go from the project.

We hope there aren’t any hard feelings.’

I was quite angry, but I remembered the clauses so at least I would get paid a lot of money.
I went over to their desks with the meanest grin on my face: ‘Hey guys I read your email. That sucks but I understand. We have different creative ideas and we’re just not on the same page.’

C: ‘We’re so happy you understand. Are you sure there are no hard feelings?’

Me: ‘No not at all, I learned a lot and had fun. I can recycle the components to make other games.’

B: ‘Just remember you can’t do anything similar to our game.’ (They referred to the competition clause in my internship contract which I apparently was still under because that project wasn’t finished).

Me: ‘OH, yeah no worries, I got something else in mind…’ After which I returned to my desk and sent them an invoice of 26 weeks 40 hours a week for €50 an hour on the project with my log to back it up. Total cost? €50,000 (around $60,000 at the time).

They freaked out. They had nowhere near this kind of money as they were both working second jobs and were both saving up wanting to start a family with their respective boyfriends.

C: ‘There is no way we’re paying this much. We understand some compensation is warranted but this is too much!’

Me: ‘I lost 6 months of income on this project and you signed these terms.’

I had a copy of the general conditions and pointed out the clauses.

Me: ‘But fine, I’ll take it to court and we’ll see what the judge has to say.’

The court proceedings took around 8 months. The judge had decided I was in the right (thanks to my logs and copyright lines in the code) but also asking for too much as it would utterly bankrupt B and C. So I would get €20.000 and be reimbursed for legal costs, totaling about €35.000. For B and C, it was a massive blow. B had to sell her car to get the money and couldn’t get a mortgage for the house she wanted to buy.

They also had to use home offices as the others working at the incubator wouldn’t even talk with them anymore since I made sure everyone there knew what happened and how they tried to screw me over. I also told the entire story to my old teachers and no interns will be coming to them from my old college.

The last time I heard from them was a year or so later, asking me for the code I made for the project. A drive crapped out and they didn’t have backups (this shows their level of professionalism). I laughed my ass off over the phone and pointed them to the 1) clause of the general conditions.

‘You can’t claim the code, it’s in the general conditions. You can’t even work with anything I made because you don’t have my permission to use my code. If you DID, you owe me another €20.000. Tell you what though, I’ll sell it to you.’
B & C: ‘Well how much do you want?’

Me: ‘€52,000’

Silence on the other side of the phone… click.

As of now, their studio is out of business and I am to graduate next year with no study debt at all. I lost weight and have a lot more self-confidence. This story makes me feel powerful and good about myself.

I stood up, and it got rewarded. Don’t mess with the fat programming nerd.” [deleted]
24. Don’t Want To Clean The House? Mom Will Turn It Into A Prison

“Let’s take a look back, waaay back, to the time of the first stirrings of the y2k bug where people believed that the world was going to end in a nuclear war because the computers were going to hit 00 when the year 2000 came around. It was almost the summer of 1999 I was just a twig of a child, mostly gangly limbs and big eyes, and all of eleven years old or so.

Our cast for this tale is A, my eldest step-sibling…N, the catalyst of this tale…M, me, the Bambi looking gullible and who should have known better…Lu, stepbrother, my age and he should have known better too…K, younger sister by 2 years and L, the youngest. The baby of the family.

Now my mother re-married a man (we shall call him RG) when I was about 8 years old. Due to the whole ‘soap incident’, he delegated all forms of discipline to her when it came to punishing us all on a whole. So due to her working long 13-hour days to support us all and the lack of allowance for doing chores because let’s face it, 6 kids tend to run you dry if you try to keep up with it all, we, the children, started slacking off.

This did not sit well with my mother, who used her usual threat of, ‘I WILL go into your rooms and whatever is on the floor, goes in the garbage.’ This is something we had heard all our lives but us younger kids, as in me and all below me, totally believed she would do it…

…until THIS one faithful day.

It was gorgeous outside, the sun was shining, spring had brought new leaves to the trees and all the neighborhood kids could be heard screaming through the streets because the 90s were a time of uncontrolled childhood chaos where parents happily released their spores into the wild and drank wine while they didn’t have to think about their hellspawn until the street lights flicked on.

Unfortunately, for us, MY mother decided that this gorgeous weekend day was best used for picking up the slack that we let get away from us. She demanded we clean our rooms while repeating that well-known phrase we all knew and despised. We groaned, we whined…we relented and started to comply.

But then my sister N, the stonecold and wisest of the elder sisters, just shrugged and IGNORED THE ORDER! She and A shared a room, practically having one side of the upper floor, which had a wall knocked down and renovated into almost like a mini apartment sans kitchen, all to themselves and at the all-knowing age of 13 (N) and 15 (A) they both decided they had better things to do that day than listen to our Mom.

‘A’ left to go on a date with her boyfriend she made the year before and N sat in her room on her computer (a giant PC of a thing linked into a separate line so the dial-up wouldn’t fudge up our phone systems.)
When we, the younger kids, started bugging her, shocked at her audacity my sister N said these words.

‘It’s not like she’s actually going to throw all our stuff away. She paid for it all, she’s not just going to toss it all out because that’s a waste of money. This is a home, it’s not a prison. She’s not the warden and we don’t HAVE to do what she says.’

Then, she left us standing there with our puny impressionable minds totally blown.

We DIDN’T have to do what mom said? Is that even possible?! My younger sister K and my brother Lu took this at face value and immediately took off. They were 11 (Lu) and 9 (K) and had friends waiting on them, they didn’t have TIME to waste cleaning their rooms on an empty threat.

L, only seven years old, was more hesitant but was as easily distracted as I was and we ended up playing barbies for the rest of the day totally forgetting about our worries until dinner time.

Silence.

Dinner was quiet, awkward. Mom was p*ssed the house did not get cleaned and RG was ready to lay his hammer down at my mother’s command.

The interrogation went as expected and K, our more…erm.. expressive sister blew up (figuratively) at my mother.

‘This is a HOME, Mom! Not a PRISON! And it’s MY room!’ With this, dinner was concluded. K stormed off. Mom went quiet and with the most Stepford wife smile ever just asked us all if we felt this way. My elder sisters agreed immediately, not really caring because of teenage angst and we younger kids slowly nodded at their insistent stares.

‘I see.’
And that was that. No punishments, no scoldings or groundings and the rest of the weekend went off without a hiccup. We should have known something was up.

Mom sent us all off to school Monday herself, which was unusual because she usually woke up before us and was gone by the time we finished brushing our teeth. We then wouldn’t see her until dinner later in the day but she made us a biiiig breakfast, hinted at a surprise for us when we get home from school, kissed us goodbye and sent us happily out the door.

Mom’s PRO revenge.

While we were at school Mom, RG and some of his friends came in and got rid of EVERYTHING that would be enjoyable to a child. The basement was emptied and cleaned, all computers, video games, Gameboys, CD players, rodeos and TVs were taken.

Dressers and closets were emptied, toys upon toys where tossed, colorful blankets and sheets removed from beds, decorations, pencils and coloring tools, papers and scissors, glue…basically any and all craft supplies, GONE.

When we returned home, RG was in his military uniform and accosted us as we came in through the door, pinned us to the wall and frisked each of us. Backpacks, candy and everything we had on us was taken. My mother then handed us some grey pajamas and ordered us to march into the bathroom to change. Terrified, we complied.

The living room seemed so bare. The piano/recorder was gone, along with the tv…the puzzles and games usually kept in the room were gone from the shelves.

The bathroom was no better. Bare except for a bottle of Head and Shoulders and a bar of soap on a string for some reason. It smelled strongly of bleach. We were then sat down on lawn chairs, the couch occupied by my stone cold mother, as we waited for every child to arrive in silence.

Welcome to the month of hell.
We watched as my mother tossed all our clothes into a garbage bag. All toys and art supplies from our backpacks followed, and RG was in uniform and with his scariest expression as my mother went through our new itinerary for life from now on.

Wake up at dawn, physical training in the mornings through the town, lead by RG. Oatmeal with no sugar for breakfast then off to school. Drop off made to the classrooms by RG and pick up the moment the bell goes at the end of the day. Lunch is roast beef sandwiches, barely any mayo and wilted lettuce. The school has been informed to not give us anything else and to take away anything not given to us by our parents.

Once home we are each assigned a room to clean, our bags taken and checked for contraband. Room clean? Physical training in the back yard, a deflated soccer ball as a toy, nothing else, leave the fenced in area and you get extra punishment.

No friends, calls or escape. Dinner was colds peas, corn, beans, and mystery meat. No butter, salt or ketchup allowed.

‘You don’t take care of your home you don’t deserve your home. Welcome to prison.’

Homework was done at the table, use of pencils and paper regulated and inventory counted. Bedtime was at 6. Lights out at 7 and the doors locked until morning. The bathroom must be used before bed or you have to go in the pot put in your room. It is up to you to keep it cleaned. We had two sets of pjs we went to school in, all grey, and a set for bed.

It was up to us to keep them clean.

Uniform must be maintained, hair must be maintained, our grades must stay high. No excuses, no exceptions.
By the time a week was up she had broken us. N and A had stayed stubborn but even they broke by the second week. Then the appeals. You want release? Write us an essay on why you think you’re ready to return to society. Then an interview to determine leniency. My younger sister L and I managed to be allowed outside beyond the yard, it took several days for the others to follow. By the end of the month, we were ready to do anything my mother asked us to.

Then on the same day as last time she and RG came into our rooms and dumped garbage bags upon garbage bags, every book to every lego was in there, marked with our names. All our stuff was brought back and my mother dumped them all out onto the floor and said ‘when I come back up here whatever is on the floor, goes in the garbage.’

We cleaned that SH*T UP FAST. We never ignored our chores again.” DeliciousMalediction
23. Don’t Believe In Safety First? He Does And He’ll Make You Cough It Up

“I’ve worked in construction, paving, and mining for years.

I was a fabricator, welder, mechanic, laborer, and equipment operator or a combination of all 5 at various times. If you’re familiar with MSHA (Mine Safety and Health Administration) then you know it’s like OSHA (Occupational Safety and Health Administration) on steroids. My dad has decades of experience in the coal, iron, copper, borax, and uranium mining industries and is an MSHA instructor (as well as a pilot). My older brother worked in construction and mining as well and is now the safety compliance officer for a huuuuge construction company. My uncle was a journeyman for almost 40 years (that’s a lot of years to be a power line electrician and never suffer a serious injury).

Needless to say, we have a rather large knowledge of what is safe and what is not safe. Safety regulations aren’t BS. They are designed to keep your fingers attached and your heart beating. Literally, thousands upon thousands of people have been horribly maimed and killed in order to build these regulations into what they are. I detest employers skirting safety for money.
Story: I quit my last mining job because the employer was shady as hell (white collar crime stuff. Yes, they went out of business) and I was tired of the 200+ mile commute each day on top of 12+ hours of work in 130+ degree heat.

I began looking for a new job and found a fabrication gig building/maintaining/repairing offroad vehicles. I rather enjoyed the work even though it paid half what the mining did. Fairly large facility with about 40 employees. I had decent coworkers and this was my first job with air conditioning (LOVE AC), however, I couldn’t really stand the shop manager (SM).

SM was a know it all that didn’t really know anything about welding or fabrication or safety. I’d say something like, ‘I think we can do this work/repair/job twice as fast if we do this instead’ and his normal type of response would be, ‘Wel, we pay you to work, not think/ask questions,’ etc.

The guy was (and to my knowledge still is) an idiot and I cannot figure out how he got his position. Literally, every time you’d step into his office, he was watching stuff on YouTube or reading a magazine. He never lifted a finger in the shop in my 1.5 years around there, and I have no idea what he actually ‘managed.’
For about the first year there, each month I’d put in orders for stuff like welding gloves, respirator filters, welding hoods, welding wire, tools, raw materials, etc. You know, stuff they’re supposed to supply. In my last few months there, SM slacked even more which I didn’t think was possible and started skimping on my orders.

I’d order 5 pairs of decent gloves, and he would get me 2 pairs of crappy gloves. I’d order name brand parts to repair machinery, he would get me cheap Chinese parts. Other requests were simply ignored and I did end up spending my money to purchase PPE (personal protective equipment) which got old really quick. I’d tell him stuff along the lines of, ‘hey you can’t let people block fire extinguishers like that’ or ‘you can’t store those chemicals there” and he’d brush it off like I have no idea wtf I’m talking about.

This is where all the safety stuff I’d learned and been around for decades came in handy.

He really started getting under my skin badly, so I wrote up a loooong list of around 20 – 25 OSHA violations I found over the course of a Monday and took about 60 photos which I planned to turn into him since IT’ HIS JOB TO FIX THIS STUFF. That Friday I went looking for him around lunchtime but couldn’t find him so I went to HR and basically vented to them about SM and about how because of his ever increasingly low standards, they are begging for an accident to happen. The work environment had become unsafe and it needed SOMEONE to straighten stuff up.

I leave HR and go back to work. Around 30 mins later SM walks up to me and is p*
ssed.

The convo went a little something like this:

SM: ‘HR tells me you don’t think this place is safe?’

Me: ‘Yeah man, somethings gotta be done bout some of this stuff. In fact, I got a list for ya right h-…’

SM takes the list from my hand and rips it in half.

SM: ‘Well, if it’s so unsafe, why are you here?!’

Me: ‘Because I-…’

SM: ‘YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU CAN TAKE THE REST OF THE DAY OFF.’

Me: ‘Alright…

SM: ‘IN FACT, DONT BOTHER COMING BACK MONDAY OR TUESDAY OR WEDNESDAY-…’

Me: ‘Are you firing me for bringing up safety complaints to you?’

I start getting a fat grin

SM: ‘YES, IN FAC-…’

Me: ‘Say no more.

See ya.’
I gathered up my tools and toolbox and left. I get home and file for unemployment. My unemployment claim gets rejected (surprise, surprise) and I appeal the decision, so the matter gets sent to arbitration a few weeks later (roughly 6 weeks after I was let go). I’m in the waiting room and reviewing all the paperwork relating to my claim and the first page I see is the company response to my initial claim which said I was fired for, ‘freaking out, being belligerent, and wouldn’t say what the safety issues actually were.’ The next page is their response to my appeal which said I was fired for ‘being belligerent’ and despite my piss poor attitude they were ‘fixing the safety issues he brought up.’

I get called into the arbitration room and I’m actually shocked that no one from my former company showed up.

It was just me and the arbitrator (very Judge Judy-like lady), she asked me straight and direct questions, I answered truthfully and the whole thing was over in probably 6 minutes. She asked me if I had any questions and I had just one, ‘why did they say on page one of my paperwork that I wouldn’t tell them what the safety issues were but page two says they are working towards fixing the issues I told them?’ The arbitrator went silent for a minute while reading each page and just says ‘Huh… You’re right.’ I’m told it’ll be about 2 weeks before I have an answer.

The next morning, maybe 14~ hours after the arbitration I receive a letter saying my benefits are approved… Plus I get retroactive benefits from the date I was fired AND I’m receiving $100 more each week (net income) on unemployment than I was making fulltime at the company lol.
Fast forward about a year, I saved some of the unemployment money and used it to get my own little fabrication shop going. My dad calls me up one day letting me know that one of his customers that day is an OSHA inspector and they got to talking about what had happened with my former company and me and my dad even showed those pictures to the inspector guy (I didn’t have a PC or printer at home so I printed those 60 pics up at his work and left copies there the year before).

He said the inspector was appalled by pictures and said he would check it out.

Fast forward another year. My little fabrication company gets brought into the fold of the company my dad works at so they could stop outsourcing mechanics and fabricators and it’d be much cheaper to have a mechanic/welder in-house. On one of my days off that same OSHA inspector fella came by and got to talking with my dad again about my former company. Apparently, he did a surprise visit to them not long after he had seen my dad the previous year and handed out somewhere in the neighborhood of $30,000 in fines for OSHA violations.

Not fix-it tickets. Full on ‘pay this or we shut you down’ fines.” NigerianFriedChicken
22. Trying To Get Me In Trouble? You’re The One Drinking While Carrying Your Child

“A few weeks ago, I was driving in my neighborhood playing Pokemon Go (not while driving obviously). The end of my neighborhood has a Pokestop that I collect items from every day, as you get bonus items if you collect from stops every day. This particular day was my 7th day, meaning I would get even more items and would start over from day one the next day. I drove to the stop, got the items, set my phone on my passenger seat and went home.

The road I was driving on was 20 mph, but I was going about 12-13 mph. I drive up a small hill and turn a corner when a wild family appears, including the a-hole dad (AD).

The wife, her friend, and the three kids walking by them stepped off to the side of the road to let me pass, but as I was going by, AD, who had a young boy about 3-4 years old in one arm and holding a Budweiser bottle in the other (important later), actually STEPPED CLOSER TO MY CAR AND YELLED SOMETHING AT ME! Being as I had gotten into an accident recently and was trying to be as safe as possible, I stopped the car, rolled down my window, and asked if he was alright.

The conversation went as followed.
Me: ‘Are you guys alright? Why did you do that?’

AD: ‘You see my family, right?’

Me: ‘Yes, what about them?’

AD: ‘You know you were driving too fast for this neighborhood right?’ (I should point out that I live in Illinois and while my car was being repaired from the accident, I had a loaner car with Wisconsin plates)

Me: ‘Sir I was going only about 12 mph and the limit is 20 here, I wasn’t driving too fast.’

AD: ‘Well, you almost hit me and my son.’

Me: ‘Yeah, cause you stepped close to a moving vehicle! The only one putting you guys in danger was yourself.’

AD (looks at my phone in the passenger seat): ‘I don’t know the laws in Wisconsin, but here in Illinois, you can’t be on your phone while driving.

I’m calling the police.’

Me: ‘I don’t know their laws either, this car is just a loaner, I live here in Illinois’

AD: ‘Then you should know the laws! I’m calling the cops.’

Me: ‘Have fun with that.’
And with that, I just left. I know I probably should have stayed, but since I didn’t actually do anything wrong, I wasn’t taking his threat seriously. I went home and made some ramen to eat. As I was sitting in my dining room, I look out the window and nearly choke on my noodles. AD FOLLOWED ME HOME!!! He was on his cellphone with the dispatcher and I thought I was screwed.

About 5 minutes later 2 cop cars with 3 police officers, PO1, PO2, and PO3 (who didn’t really talk throughout the whole thing). I stepped outside thinking I was done for. The officers started to question the two of us.

PO1: ‘OP, do you know why we are here?’

Me: ‘I have a pretty good idea what you think you’re doing here, but why don’t you let me know?’

PO1: ‘This gentleman called us saying you attempted to run his family over after you got caught texting while driving and going way over the speed limit.’

My mind went blank for a few seconds. This jerk actually said that I had attempted vehicular manslaughter.

My mind started working again and I said…

Me: ‘Sir, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I was driving home from playing Pokemon on my phone when this man stepped close to my car while I was driving. My phone was on the passenger seat the entire ride home.’

AD: ‘He’s lying! He nearly killed my family! Arrest him now!’

PO2: ‘Sir, calm down. We’ll settle this…’

PO1: ‘OP, what was this man doing when the incident occurred?’

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and right there, on the fly, the revenge started.

Me: ‘He was walking with his family along the side of the road, carrying a young boy on one arm and holding a beer bottle in the other.’

AD: ‘That’s not true you piece of garbage!’

PO2: ‘Sir, control yourself!’

Me: ‘As I drove by them, the rest of his family went to the side of the road, but he actually stepped closer to my car.

I think he got within an inch of me’

AD: ‘This is BS! He’s just trying to protect himself.’

PO1: ‘Sir, if what he is saying is true, you could actually be arrested here, not him.’

PO2: ‘Are you sure that’s what happened?’

Me: ‘Positive. He got way too close to my moving vehicle holding a child and a bottle of Miller Light.’

AD: ‘It wasn’t Miller Light it was Budwei-‘
He cut himself off and tried to backtrack but it was too late. All the officers looked at him. He tried to defend himself, but then PO3 said something I thought I would never hear a cop say in my life…

PO3: ‘Sir, have you had anything to drink this evening?’

AD, now very less confident: ‘N-n-no..’

They move him to one of the cop cars and gave him a breathalyzer test; .12%, just over the limit.

Gotcha, A-hole. AD ended up confessing to them that I was right and was arrested for public intoxication and child endangerment. He has to go before a judge to determine if he’s a danger to his family. The officers asked if I wanted to press any charges, but I told them no, since he already had enough on his plate to deal with.’ DragonDadIx
21. Pass Off My Work As Your Own? I’ll Expose You

“I used to work in a marketing role in a government department. I was part-time and worked along with a girl, who I’ll call Karen, who was working on a yearly contract.

She’d been there for 2 years and was very friendly with the department manager and this was the reason her contract kept being renewed.

When my manager went on maternity leave, Karen got temporarily promoted to the management role. This caused a lot of upset in the office as there were a number of more suitable and qualified people who didn’t get the chance to act up.

As soon as Karen became my manager, everything changed. My workload increased and as I was part-time, I had to absolutely bust my ass to meet project deadlines. All of a sudden, I wasn’t being included in staff briefs on new projects yet was expected to work on them.

My department manager was acting really off with me too. This went on for months before I approached my department manager and asked to discuss my workload etc. She sat me down and basically told me that I really needed to get my act together as Karen was having to pick up my workload and it was affecting her output because I was, in Karen’s words ‘so lazy I should be fired.’
I told the manager what was going on and the actual work I was doing but she took Karen’s side and said I was just assisting with some parts of projects and it was ridiculous of me to claim I was managing and completing so many projects on my own.

So I started making mistakes. Simple things, adding wrong briefs for designers, not including prices, adding incorrect budgets and deadlines that were 2 days out, etc.

Karen started to get pulled by various managers asking why she was making so many mistakes then I knew for sure she was passing off my work as her own. She called me in for a meeting and exploded. I walked out.

She had begun whining about me to teammates saying how lazy I was etc. My friends began to tell me what was going on. One friend informed me that Karen was online for on average 5 hours a day planning her upcoming wedding in Spain and was using the office phones to make international calls to the wedding planners.

He could see her screen and couldn’t believe how lazy she was. So she was planning her wedding while I was busting my ass off.

So I decided to skip talking to the managers and went straight to HR. I told them to have IT monitor her internet usage and her outgoing calls. I said I could prove she was a lazy b*tch and was relying on me. I was obviously able to show email trails and the project documents I had completed and she had then taken and saved down as her own.
2 weeks later Karen was called to HR and told her contract was not being renewed and she was given 1 month’s notice.

She told everyone it was because of budget cuts.

My department heads brought me in for meetings to apologize and commend me on my excellent work and I got a promotion.

I left a couple of months later. If they’d believed me in the first place I wouldn’t have endured so many months of stress and anxiety.” PawPaw06
20. Steal Expensive Jewelry And Pin It On Me? We’ll Spend A Year Plotting Revenge

“This is a long post, you’ve been warned.

So I worked for Company A for almost a decade that had a small team consisting of ten people, doing commissioned work for businesses in my city.

The owner treated us like family, knowing that we worked long and hard days, sometimes up to 60 hours in a week. He paid us better than expected, bonuses and perks, he negotiated with businesses that commissioned our work, even gave the whole company a week off paid when his son was getting married so we could attend it. We had our squabbles like any other family, and things weren’t always bright and perfect, but this is to show how nice the Owner treated his employees. And didn’t screw me over.

After working there for years, the manager position came open. By then I was one of the most senior workers with Company A, so I thought I would apply, which had a few others interested as well.

I didn’t get the position, mainly because, despite my experience at Company A, I didn’t have a Business Administration degree. Someone who worked for the Owner did, so he got it. Realizing the education I would have to get, and the demand of this job, I thought long and hard and concluded that, if I wanted to go anywhere in life, I would have to get that degree. Coming right of high school to work for Company A was great, but if I wanted to do something more I would have to go to university. I talked to the Owner and gave my two weeks notice.

When I explained what I wanted to do and why, he understood that I was trying to make something of myself. This all becomes relevant later.
Going to university, I found that I had tuition covered through government grants but not things like food, rent, etc. So I looked around and eventually found work at Company B. Company B was a retail store, with a bigger staff than I had been used to, somewhere around 50 employees but had such a huge employee turnaround that it was scary at times. They dealt with a wide arrangement of goods from groceries to very expensive items.

They had a certain niche clientele that they could order items for and catered to. I ended up working part-time in their warehouse and answered to the Warehouse Supervisor, who answered to the Manager. There were other supervisors for other parts of the store, but for this only the Sales Supervisor is relevant.

Skip forward seven years. In that time I got my BA degree and worked at Company B the whole time, going from part time to full and eventually applied for the Warehouse Supervisor position. I was interviewed, got the job, been a supervisor for months when the Manager and I hired K as a warehouse clerk.

K isn’t the one to get the revenge, but she played a crucial part in the revenge.

Then B*tch (B) gets hired.
B started out as a cashier, working quickly up the chain and brown-nosing as many co-workers as possible, including the Manager. When a sales rep went on maternity leave, B quickly jumped at the chance to work in sales and ended up permanently being a part of that team then the Sales Supervisor soon after.

B and I got along like oil and water. We butted heads over things constantly; she would tell the Manager all the small things that I did, but called me a snitch when I reported the issues she was causing.

She would badmouth me and my warehouse staff, talk over me at meetings and try to take credit for my ideas. She openly told co-workers that I was the cause of many issues and couldn’t wait for me to leave. Oh, and she was NEVER at fault. It would be the customer’s fault, my fault, the delivery driver’s fault, another co-workers fault, etc. There were times when we got together well, but far and few between.
So one day, a very, and I mean VERY, expensive ring set (over $5,000 I found out later), ordered by one of our customers, comes in.

Years ago, I set up a procedure for any type of jewelry so that it will not get lost or stolen. The last step is, once we have done everything with it in the warehouse, we take it to the office and have someone put it in the safe immediately. This particular time, I was the one who received the rings so, once going through the procedure, I told K that I was taking it to the office. The only one available who had the combination to the safe was B. I asked her if she could open the safe, she looked at me, looked at the jewelry box in my had, then said, ‘put it down here on my desk, I’ll put it away once I’m done this email.’ Keep in mind that B and I had had a serious spat over something earlier that day, and I generally didn’t feel like being close to her if I could help it.

So I never saw her put it in the safe myself.
The next day, I get a call from the Manager to come to the office. I head there to find Manager, B, and the HR consultant they pull in when some real sh*t hits the fan. Manager tells me that said ring set has disappeared. I tell them the procedure I followed and last I saw them was with B. Manager tells me that B checked the box and that said box was empty. Manager then pulls the box out. Sure enough, the box the rings were in was indeed empty.

I swear to Manager that the rings were inside when I checked them before given to B. At this point, it’s my word against hers. By a stroke of bad luck, the in-store video recorder had broken down days before the incident so there was no way to verify what happened. We all know someone has to take the blame for this, and that’s when B strikes, saying that it was my fault, since it was last seen in my hands. Manager asks if this is true, then I realize that, yes, I was indeed the last person to touch the thing, and I never actually saw B pick up the box.

B gives me the look that screamed ‘Gotcha!’. Manager and the HR consultant ask us both to leave. After what seemed like forever, I get called in. Manager tells me that, since I was responsible for the rings at the time and now are lost, they would be firing me. But, since they had no proof as to whether I stole the rings or not, they wouldn’t press charges (which scared the crap out of me as this was the first time I heard of them thinking this). I go back to the warehouse, tell K and the other warehouse clerks just what happened grabbed my personal belongings and left that day.

After a couple weeks of trying to get my head around what happened and weighing my options, I decide my first priority is to try to get some sort of job, and consider it lucky if I get a job flipping burgers with the bad rep I’ll get when they ask Company B about my previous work history. I call the Owner of Company A to get a good reference from them and explain what happened and why I was calling, only to get the shock of a lifetime. The manager position was about to be open; the guy who I lost the position to was retiring soon, due to complicated health reasons.

Owner had kept tabs on me while at university and understood when I didn’t immediately come back to him, but with a golden opportunity like this, he wanted me back and I wasn’t going to say no.

I dive into the new job I originally wanted with an Owner I enjoyed working for. I thought, then and there, everything would be behind me, not knowing it would come back, not to bite me, but to pay dividends.

This I found out later. After I was fired, K knew she had to do something about B. K knew that I wouldn’t lose or steal something like the rings.

But also knew that, without proof, B would deny that she did it and have K in her cross-hairs to attack next. So, after talking with her husband, she hatched a plan.
She started hanging out with B telling her things like ‘I’m SO glad he’s gone!’ or ‘Wish he had been fired MUCH earlier!’ B, feeling high from getting rid of one of her thorns in her side, soaked it all in, and after a couple of weeks, invited K and K’s Husband (from now on KH) for drinks at her place with her and B’s Husband (BH). Months pass, K and KH do things regularly together with B and BH, including drinking on weekends and couple-related events.

When together, K would occasionally bad-mouth me, and B would agree. Finally, after over a year of playing nice, when K and KH were over at B’s for one of their drinking parties, K randomly bad-mouthed me, mentioning the rings in passing. Then B says something that K was waiting for:

‘I wanted those rings, so I stole them.’
K, upon hearing this, asks for more details. KH looks at her tries to wave her off with one hand, then gives up when B keeps talking. That day, B had stopped writing her email and was going to put the rings in the safe.

The safe was open and she was about to put the rings away when B had an idea. See, as mentioned above, B wanted me gone from Company B. She also wanted those rings. She also knew that the cameras weren’t working. She figured that she could pocket the rings, tell the Manager they were missing, and spin it so I would take the blame. K then asks where are the rings now, and B being too drunk and not seeing a reason not to brag, not only tells her but shows her where they are in her room. All while KH had been RECORDING THE WHOLE CONVERSATION on his phone (the hand waving was him saying he started recording).

K gives a copy of the recording to Manager the next workday. Police are called immediately, B is arrested and her house is raided. They find the rings. K and KH give the recording and testimonies to the police. B’s reckoning has begun.
I eventually get a call from the prosecutor’s office after B is arrested and charged with theft over $5,000, among other things. He wants me to testify about what she did to me. I didn’t skip a beat in saying yes. Fast track to the trial, the prosecutor has me, K, and KH testify and plays the recording of B admitting that she stole them.

Her attorney tries to throw out the case saying that K got B deliberately drunk, but the judge didn’t buy it since there was proof she drank all the time. The judge was lenient and gave her five years in prison, which she yelled was unfair, but I personally thought she got off easy.

Meanwhile, as the trial was happening, I was talking with a lawyer to sue B for setting me up like she did. We were also going to sue Company B for wrongful termination, but they settled the day they got notice of the lawsuit and knew they would lose.

B wasn’t so lucky. They tried some trickery by having BH divorce her and he received everything in the divorce, but my lawyer added him into the lawsuit as well. My lawyer asked overall for $3,500 for emotional distress, back pay from when I was fired until I started up with Company A again and legal fees.
And now, you are wondering where the metaphoric cherry is on this story? Well, years after all this, we had someone leave Company A, so we were hiring someone to replace them. The owner was going over the resumes and set up interviews for the job this week.

Lo and behold, B was one of the people to apply, but he didn’t know that. I looked at the resume, was about to trash it, but then smiled. Owner set up the interview. She came in at her slotted time, looking to brown-nose her way through. Then she saw me. I smiled an evil smile, she went white. All I said was, ‘Ah, B how are you? Remember me?’ A deer in the headlight look from her. I look at her resume and say ‘I’m sorry, I do not think you will be a good fit for our company. Thank you for applying.’ Fuzed_Canadian
19. Make Me Work Against Policy? We’ll Throw You A “Good Riddance” Party

“So back in my 20s I worked for a large national sewer and drain company called Roto-Rooter, a great job, and a great place to work where I was lucky enough to be trained by some of the most skilled technicians in the industry.

There was however one supervisor. Let’s call him Billy. Now Billy was your typical kiss up who spent most of his time trying to please anyone who he thought held any influence (the senior techs) or power (the branch and regional manager), and loved to lord his power (he made the shift schedules and scheduled time off) over anyone who he thought he could push around. A typical interaction with one of the big earners (this is a commission job) would be something like, ‘Hey you need a day off? Sure, just let me know when and I will be happy to help you.’ While he was dealing with a new hire or a low earner, you were lucky if he would pick up the phone or take a second to hear you out.

So one night around my third month on the job, I was sent to a mortuary to do some work. It’s the gross, hazardous jobs like that pay really well (maybe $200 dollars in your pocket for an hours work). When it was done, I called and told him I was taking the rest of the night off due to some chemicals in their sewer making me feel a little woozy and I didn’t think it would be safe for me to operate heavy machinery. He flipped out and told me that if I didn’t get back on the road I would have a disciplinary hearing the next day, to which I said, ‘sure can’t wait to see you there.’

As soon as I walked in I requested someone from HR to be present as well as our assigned safety officer.

The safety officer position in the company is very important, as the company is self-insured and any safety violation can get you fired on the spot. I let Billy go first and he says ‘you can’t leave whenever you want from your shift, you are getting a warning and next time I am going to fire you.’ I calmly reach into my bag and pull out our employee handbook and begin to read, while I don’t remember the exact phrasing it goes something like this, ‘if you feel at any time that the situation or job you are in/on is dangerous, or may lead to a dangerous situation, you are to stop immediately.’ There was another section about being inebriated, exposed to methane gas from the sewer, being light headed, etc.

And how you should go home and not operate any equipment under those conditions. It even went so far as to say that transportation would be paid for by the company if you didn’t feel safe driving (they were very big on safety since any insurance claims would be paid by them directly). I asked the safety manager if I did anything wrong and he supported me 100%, then I asked HR what they thought and they said if it’s a safety issue you go home and don’t worry about your shift. At this point, the regional manager asked me to leave the office and I hear him rip into Billy like a fat kid into cake.

That should have been enough for me, but I am petty… I never forgive and I am very patient.
As time goes on I become one of the top earners in my city, get rookie of the year my first year and salesman of the year my second, and Billy gets a reputation for being lazy, and irresponsible. My second year at the company, Billy is put on probation and this is where I go into pro revenge mode. I gather up all the new guys and some of my buddies from my shift and I organize them so at least once or twice a week someone goes in there to complain about Billy.

We never lied, we just knew what buttons to push to get him to self destruct. New guys would ask for a day off, or someone would take a sick day during a busy shift, etc.

Finally, the branch manager snaps and calls Billy into his office. He demotes him to a salesman and puts him on my shift (at a company like this, the shifts become very close, we all talk in our trucks through our radios while waiting for jobs, and we all help each other when needed). During Billy’s first few weeks on the road, our supervisor makes sure he gets all the fun jobs – flooded basements, tight spaces, and generally anything that will get him absolutely covered in poop.

And, of course, as all this was happening, I had every single person I was friends with at the company call him and ask him for scheduling changes so he had to explain to about 30 people how he was demoted and no longer a manager. Eventually, Billy broke. He started crying to the dispatcher about how he couldn’t take it anymore, and quit. The next day, two other guys and I threw a Billy’s-Gone party with cake and pizza at a neighborhood bar, put up signs in the office and made a general announcement in the morning when we went in to hand in paperwork when we knew Billy would be there to give in his two weeks notice.

He actually came up to us to thank us, and I got the pleasure of informing him that he’s not invited. It’s not a going away party, it’s a ‘You’re Gone’ party. It wouldn’t make sense for you to be at a party where we are celebrating you not being around anymore. In the end, only about 20 of the 50 employees at the branch showed up, but it was still a great party.” spartan1008
18. Scam My Brother Out Of $1,500? We’re Too Smart To Let You Off The Hook

“This isn’t really my story but it’s my brother’s. However, since we’re very close siblings, he asked for my help to get the upcoming revenge and this is how I know this story so well.

This happened a couple of years ago when my brother was selling his brand new laptop he bought for work shortly after he graduated college with a degree in computer sciences. He’s very, very smart. Anyways, he posted his new laptop on ‘Offer Up’ seeing as how the company that just hired him said they’d buy him an even newer computer because every employee needs this specific one and the company provides it for them. So he gets a couple of offers. All low balling him. It’s brand new and barely used. So he’s not having it. But this one guy, we’ll call him A, doesn’t even make an offer.

Just asks if my brother uses Venmo (the money exchange app). At the time, my brother and I both used it to pay each other for phone bills and whatever else someone might owe the other person. It’s pretty useful. So since we trust the app, he responds yes. The guy says he’ll Venmo the full amount he was asking for, right then and there. This is a 2015 MacBook Pro and it’s around August of 2017. So this model is still one of the best on the market at the time. Worth almost $2,000. My brother was selling it for $1,500.

To get $1,500 of the $2,000 would have been amazing for him seeing as how no one is gonna buy his laptop at full price from Offer Up. My brother is stoked. He agrees, contacts the guy on Facebook, makes the transaction and meets up with him to give the laptop to him once Venmo notified him and said, ‘A has paid you $1,500.’ My brother is satisfied and moves on with his life.
Later, over the next few days, he notices that Venmo never put the money into his bank account and the app no longer said the money was paid to him.

He called Venmo to ask them why, and they said that the funds bounced! He already gave the laptop to A! My brother is furious. He went off on them about why they would even have the app say the funds are available when they don’t even know for sure. They told him, ‘it’s a family and friends app to repay for little things,’ which only p*ssed him off more because that’s just a stupid way to say, ‘sorry we lost your money we said we had for you.’ So my brother tried to fix it himself. He tried contacting A to see if it was just a simple mistake on his end.

Wouldn’t ya know? At deleted his profile on Offer Up and blocked him on FB.

Just so you know – you don’t just get a degree in computer science for free. My brother is one smart mofo. He asked his coworkers at his job if they were also selling a computer they bought since the company bought them all laptops. Some were selling theirs too and he asked if they were using Offer Up. One said he was and my brother wanted to know if anyone had asked him if he used Venmo instead of making an offer. At first, he was confused as to how my brother knew that.

He said the first response he got to his post was from someone asking if he used Venmo. His coworker never heard of Venmo before and just ignored it and waited for another offer. It all started to make sense to my brother now. This guy was scamming people for their stuff (very expensive stuff) and turning around and selling it even cheaper for a profit. So my brother sets up a little trap.

Enter little bro. Me.
I just got out of the Marines and was attending college when my brother dropped this whole story on me. I was p*ssed. No one messes with my brother like that.

So I’m already on board to get this dude. So the plan was simple. I make a post on Offer Up for the same laptop at a similar price and wait for one, AND ONLY ONE, response. ‘Do you use Venmo?’

I was skeptical at first. My first thought was, there’s no way this guy is that dumb to use the same line in EVERY scam. But thank God he was! Not even 20 mins after I posted on Offer Up and There. It. Was. ‘Do you use Venmo?’ I quickly text my brother with a simple ‘got him’ and he tells me exactly what to say to set up this meeting.

I get out of school and we head over to the meeting together. On the way, he’s asking me, ‘should we just teach this dude a lesson? I mean you know exactly how to mess someone up right? They taught you that in the Marines right?’ I’ve never seen my brother this p*ssed about anything before. But I’m on board all the way and I told him, ‘Well duh. But is it worth possibly going to prison over? I mean I’ll definitely do it. But this might bite back at us.’ (Someone had to talk at least a little sense).
My brother hearing that calmed down a little and thought it might be best to get the police involved.

So we Google where the nearest police station is to the meeting place and I couldn’t believe it… A lived right next to a police station! You can’t make this sh*t up. So we went into the police station and told them the whole story, showed all the evidence we had on our phones and said we already have a meeting set up and just want to bring him in and get the property back. They were surprisingly helpful. I didn’t think they would be that quick to help us but they didn’t even hesitate. However, they told us we couldn’t go along due to personal involvement but they will have two detectives handle it so no one gets into a physical confrontation.

But we persuaded them to let us ride along so they know they got the right guy.

The revenge.

The time to meet had finally arrived. My brother is with one detective camped out up the street in a sleek black car with all tinted windows that just screamed ‘I’m a cop!’ while I’m with the officers in a patrol car down the opposite side of the street. I told the cop about my service and I can help if needed but he insisted I stay in the car. I told him obviously if he is in trouble, I’m gonna help. He smiled and said he understood.

Meanwhile, the other detective is waiting patiently for A. A sends me a text saying, ‘Sorry I can’t meet up I don’t have enough money.’ I think oh crap, we’re losing him. We didn’t just go to all this trouble getting the police involved to back out now. Hell no.
So I respond with ‘I can accept a payment plan. Half now half later since I’m already here.’ I’m so. God damn. Glad. This guy is an idiot. How much more obvious can a trap be?! He agrees and sends me (what I assume) is a fake amount of $680 of the agreed $1300 and comes strolling out of his apartment head held high like he’s about to make the biggest payday ever.

I hear over the radio from the detective who’s waiting for him ‘got visual. Blue shirt, camo shorts…………………………………………. Making contact.” The silence between those two phrases was deafening. But as soon as we heard ‘making contact’ the cop I’m with FLOORS IT from our position. Flips the lights on, zips past 5 cars and sees the dude standing in front of the detective ‘making small talk.’ He jumps out and grabs the dude’s arms puts them behind his back and starts repeating himself ‘Don’t fight back. Don’t make this harder for yourself.’ Over the radio, the detective says ‘detained.’

A GOES BRIGHT WHITE AND IS SO CONFUSED AND SCARED I ALMOST POOPED MYSELF LAUGHING.

The sleek black car my brother is in drives by and I hear over the radio, ‘that’s him’ (It was my brother. He was so pumped our plan actually worked). Shortly followed by the detective he was with, ‘100% confirmation. Make the arrest and bring him in.’ They were actually really surprised at how well we set this up for them and how smoothly it all went down. They didn’t have to do anything but show up and make the arrest.
Back at the station, A is being questioned by police. Meanwhile, my brother is like, ‘I just want my stuff back.’ So the cops raided A’s apartment and forced A to give back my brothers $2,000 laptop.

Luckily, he still had it but we later learned that it was for sale on A’s new Offer Up account. Afterward, the police told my brother since he got his stuff back there’s not much else they can do except give him a citation and let the court system handle the rest. My brother sat and thought about it for a second and he WOULD NOT ACCEPT THAT.

During the questioning, he opened the door to the questioning room to find the detective and officers all turning to the door ready for a fight, then relaxing when they saw it was just him (apparently you don’t wanna just barge in unannounced, they don’t like that).

But he asks the detective to talk for a second. My brother goes over the evidence one more time and literally shows him the three times in ONE WEEK that jerk has scammed people. 1) Him, 2) his coworker (who luckily didn’t fall for it), and 3) me (the set up). There’s no way this guy hasn’t been doing this for a while. The detective agreed with my brother that its blatantly obvious this guy had a system in place and they decided to do more digging. Last I heard, A owes $30,000 in stolen goods and is serving time in prison.

I don’t know for how long. But it felt so good to see the satisfaction on my brothers face. my5t3ryon
17. Throw A Little Person Into The River? We’ll Teach You A Lesson

“Yesterday I went kayaking with some friends. Whilst on the river we saw a woman who was obviously a small person. After about 2 miles, we finally took a break on the shore to answer nature’s call and drink a beer. Well, after about 10 minutes of sitting there I noticed that a kayak was empty and floating down the river, and about another 5 minutes passed before I saw the woman swimming trying to catch up.

I sprung into action, swimming out, grabbing her, and bringing her ashore. If I didn’t do that then she would have wound up going through some rapids. Since I have kayaked loads in my life in the boy scouts, I had no issues with taking on another person in my one seat yak.

I started talking to her to find out what had happened (I’ll call her Bethany from here on out). I was immediately thinking she was just too small for the boat to stay balanced out and it flipped. NOPE! She started talking about a group of men that has been harassing her the entire way.

Asking her if she floats easier because she’s a midget, and saying many other mean and terrible things. They eventually got close enough to flip her kayak over telling her that she needs to swim to catch up to it.
We floated another 7 miles before we got to the end of the line and pulled the kayaks up to the dock. I sent my attractive and bubbly female friend over to talk to the group after Bethany pointed them out. Since they’re nothing more than a*sholes they went straight to asking for her number and hitting on her about how good looking she is in her bikini.

She started asking if they saw the ‘midget’ on the river to which they started laughing and told her what they had done. I was close enough to hear it myself. After she got that information I sent her boyfriend over to start talking about cars with them. They started talking about their sleeper civic’ and how they just got a new paint job to make it purple. That’s all the information I needed. I told my friend to keep them busy with car talk.
This is where it starts getting good. I then ran to the parking lot with another friend to search down this car.

After I had found it we started taking off its two front tires (I have a lot of tools in my truck and some jacks I wasn’t upset to lose so this wasn’t hard at all). I then sent my fastest running friend to the end of the parking lot with the wheels. When the group of jerks arrived they were freaking out over the wheels. My friend then looked over to them yelling at them that if they wanted to get home they had to run to catch up to them. He rolled them down and started running for my truck, hopped in, and we started to drive away.

I told Bethany that I would take her home if she wanted to stay back and watch karma smoke them in the face, to which she did. On the way out, we got a good look at how far the tires rolled down the hill. Those puppies had to have rolled a good half mile and watching five fat fratboys trying to run downhill was amazing.
I thought that was the end of it but no, no it wasn’t. By some magical force, the dude that we dished out the revenge to lives close to me. I was outside mowing the front lawn when I saw a purple Civic on the back of a flatbed truck.

It finally hit me that the purple civic USED To be the white and green one that sat in the front yard of a house just down the road. The owner? The father of the dude that drove it, and the father of the one who flipped ol’ girls kayak. Unbeknownst to me, the tire iron that’s supposed to be in the car to change wheels in an emergency wasn’t in there so they had to call a tow to get it back. I know why the towing company didn’t let them use a tire iron as it was going to be a better lucrative idea to charge them the full price of a tow.

Moral of the story? A really, really, really simple one . . . don’t be an a*shole and bully people with disabilities. I just wish I could have heard what the guy said to cover his ass. He more than likely lied saying he was the ‘victim’ in all of it, but at least Bethany and I know the truth and that’s all we need. And the best part? After explaining to the Kayaking company the situation, Bethany was able to get a full refund and a free pass for another kayaking trip. She invited me and my friends to go with her sometime next week.

We’ll make sure she doesn’t get messed with on that trip.” SuspicousView
16. Make A Horrific Comment Like That? Get Charged A*shole Tax

“It’s long but satisfying.

I was talking with another sales dad the other day at a scout cookout, swapping toughest customer stories, when this guy came up.

Glossary of jargon:

Spiff: arbitrary cash bonuses offered at management discretion

Pencil: preliminary buyer’s order used in negotiation. It delineates list price, discount, purchase price, trade value/payoff, and taxes/fees

CPO: certified pre-owned. If qualified by age/mileage/ownership, it gets a much more thorough inspection and earns an extended warranty for passing.

This happened about 5 years ago when I was selling cars, on a Saturday, just before lunch (the dealership catered lunch on Saturday, but I didn’t get to eat it).

I sold a car to my first customer of the day which any car guy will tell you, if you can get one out before 11 on a Saturday, you should almost be mad if you don’t get a hat trick (3 sold in a day, typically hat tricks pay out an extra bonus. At my store, it was $150). I’d already gotten some free money in the morning meeting for a couple of perfect surveys, and my sale was the first one of the day for the store, which happened to be a spiff that day, so I’m riding high having already put $500 in my pocket before noon, with a real shot at doubling it before they turned out the lights.

‘It’s gonna be a good day,’ I thought.
I’d just finished stocking in my fresh trade and collecting my 1st sale spiff when the receptionist comes to my desk.

‘Hey, mypostingname, you’re really good with weird, angry, and weirdly angry customers, yeah?’

Wonderful.

Me: ‘Yeah, I guess that’s me. What’ve we got?’

R: ‘That couple over there that looks like it’s taking too long for the guy at Jimmy Johns to make their sandwiches.’

I sigh, put on my sunny customer service face, and greet the couple. They’re older, but not old, probably mid-50s. They’re aloof and condescending as I bring them to an empty desk (my desk was on the ‘used’ side of the dealership) and offer coffee.

They scoff and decline until they see the big fancy cappuccino machine. The wife looks at me expectantly as I sit down, inviting her to help herself, reassuring her that it’s a very intuitive machine with several options, but I’ll be happy to help if she has any problems.

Hubby, CB1 for dialogue, hands me a folder. Inside is a printout from our website

‘I’d like to purchase this truck, please, at the advertised price.’ He says.

I say, ‘Excellent. Before we discuss rebates, let me double check that we still have the vehicle in stock, it’ll only take a min–‘

CB1: ‘You don’t know your own inventory?!? This is very unprofessional.

Hey, honey! He says he probably doesn’t have it in stock! Looks like we might have come all the way down here for nothing!’

CB2: ‘This would never happen at Volvo.’

This is going to be fun.
I mindlessly apologize/explain that we have 18 salespeople and over 650 cars on the lot at any given time, we sell 250/mo, so inventory management is literally a full-time job as I check the key track, see the key as checked in, and politely excuse myself to pull the truck around.

In retrospect, I wish I’d have paid more attention to the listing, as it would’ve saved some pain, but I just pulled the stock number, verified availability, and pulled it around.

Me: ‘Alright, let’s take a look.’

They follow me outside and I start my walkaround.

CB1: ‘This is the wrong truck.’

CB2: ‘This IS the wrong truck! I TOLD you you were asking for trouble trying to buy domestic.

CB1: ‘I told you, honey, a damn Volvo won’t pull the camper. This is what we need.’

Me: ‘What do you mean? This is the truck from the listing you gave me.’

CB1: ‘Christ. No. It’s. NOT. The listing I gave you was for a white long bed king ranch. This is a silver XLT. I get that reading is hard, you’d think that even a domestic car salesman would know his colors.’

Me: ‘First of all, there’s no such thing as a $30k king ranch and you clearly know that.

Second, I don’t appreciate being insulted. Clearly, there’s been a mistake. Let’s go back inside and figure it out.’

CB1: ‘You have to honor your advertised price. It’s the law. My wife is a lawyer.’

CB2: ‘I’m a lawyer and will eat you alive.’

Me: ‘Look, there’s no need to get hostile. I don’t get paid unless you buy, so it’s in my best interest to work this out. I assume our web developer made a mistake with the pictures, but let me investigate and we’ll go from there.’
As I suspected, every word of text on the listing pointed to an XLT, as did the window sticker link.

The web guy mixed up the pictures. I found the pictured truck which had a sticker more than $20k higher, with fewer rebates. I printed both stickers and the fine print disclaimer at the bottom of every listing and spent 20+ minutes explaining, trying to talk sense, and fielding a myriad of threats and insults. Things have gotten nasty, and I was ready to fire them, but when I went to grab the stickers, the last thing I heard from the desk was, ‘Don’t you DARE cut these a*sholes loose. Sell them a truck.’

I take it straight to the GM at this point, who comes out, takes one look at these people, decides it’s not worth it, and personally delivers a pencil showing real money $6k loss with the invoice to back it up.

We’re still like $17k apart and they’re holding ground, still threatening litigation despite knowing that they have no leg to stand on, and knowing that they were already stealing the truck they wanted at the offered price. Our store was part of the 3rd largest group in the world at the time, so we had lawyers, too.
We happened to have the exact truck they were trying to buy on the used lot. 1 model year older, 21kish miles, CPO, listed at $36,999. I flip them to that one, and we move to the used side. I show them the truck, and hubby is failing miserably at hiding his excitement by the end of the test drive.

My GM had told me to call him before I presented a pencil, so I did. To my chagrin, he cut the nuts off it and had me present $32,999, about $1k north of rough trade via NADA, and $2.5k south of the next cheapest similar truck within 300 miles, PLUS it was certified, which adds about $2k of value in warranty. They’re still fixated on $30k, and here we pick up the conversation.

CB1: ‘I don’t care what the market says. I want to know what you paid for it, and then we’ll negotiate an offset from there.’

Me:’ No. That’s not something you get to know.

You don’t demand to know the cost on anything else you buy. You could literally go to CarMax tomorrow and turn a small profit at our price. Even if you weren’t stealing this truck, and you absolutely are, my time isn’t free. I–‘

CB2: ‘We don’t give a F*CK about you. We want a great price, and we’re not there yet. Do better.’

Me: ‘You absolutely ARE at a great price, and given the abuse I’ve endured, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to budge one cent off my price. I have a baby at home.’

I know this next comment is going to sound embellished, but I swear to JESUS it’s verbatim.

CB1: ‘I couldn’t care less if your baby lives or dies. Take a thousand off or –‘

Me, holding back rage: ‘We’re done here.’

CB1: ‘What?’

Me: ‘You heard me. We’re done. Get the F*CK out of my office. Now.’

CB1: ‘No. I’m buying a truck.

Me: ‘NO. YOU’RE F*CKING NOT. I’VE BEEN PATIENT AS F*CK AND YOU CROSSED THE LINE. GET THE F*CK OUT RIGHT THE FU*K NOW BEFORE I LOSE MY F*CKING SH*T.’

CB2: ‘Typica–‘

Me: ‘NOW!!!’
They stood up and I half herded, half shoved them out of my regular office and out of the building. I immediately got lit up by the desk managers, and I let them speak their piece.

Then I told them what was said, and suddenly we were a united front. I was shaking, I was so angry, so I was given a shot of desk whiskey and told to remain in the tower until the whiskey worked and I’d calmed down. I was HOT, so it took a good while. I was still there when CB1 called about 20 minutes later to whine about how he was treated, and he caught an earful from my manager. He still wanted the truck, and my manager still wanted to sell it, so he put the guy on hold and asked me.

‘I’ve gotta sell the truck. What do you want me to do? I’ll do the paperwork if you want, but you’re still gonna have to deliver.’

Me: ‘Nah, that’s alright. Just tell him his price expired when he got himself tossed, and there will be no negotiations when he comes back. If he wants the truck, he’ll pay what we ask. Don’t tell him the price and mark it up $2,500.’

He laughed, nodded, and set it up. I got the deal jacket ready, brushed off his feigned apology, and made him fill out the credit app in silence before I showed him the buyer’s order.

CB1: ‘This is WAY higher than it was before!’

Me: ‘Yes, sir. It is. Sign here.’

CB1: ‘WHY?!?’

Me: ‘A*shole tax. Sign or go home.’

He glared at me, I stared into his eyes and didn’t say a word for a good 30 seconds, then he picked up the pen and signed.

I remained cold but professional through delivery and managed to treat him like any other customer I didn’t particularly like with my sold follow up. He remained an a*shole every time I spoke with him, but he ended up inadvertently being my biggest source of referrals. Evidently, he told everyone he knew about me charging him an a*shole tax, and he was such a notorious a*shole that it made his circle want to buy from me.

Over the next year, I sold 7 cars to people he knew.

If anyone is interested, I did make my hat trick that day, but it didn’t come until shortly after close.” Source
15. Lie And Cheat While I’m Gone? You’re Not My Problem Anymore

“So I am in the Army and I was married. I was approaching my first deployment to Iraq.

It was very stressful and it had my wife wanting me to find a way to stay and not deploy. Obvious things any wife would try to talk about. Anyways, so we have no kids but both want them. So we talk about getting out of debt while I’m gone.

She talks to her best friend back home in another state where we are both from. Her friend agrees to let her move in and charge a modest 300 in rent so that we can get out of debt and start a family when I come back. A plan I was actually very pleased with.

I deploy. She is there crying her eyes out saying she will miss me and loves me and we will start a family when we get back.

Fast forward 2 months. She starts acting distant. Not wanting to talk much on our scheduled calls or text back one or two-word answers.

We’ve been together 6 years she is never at a loss for words.
Anyway, one day she says I need some space… she asked someone who is 10,000 miles away for space. I say why she says she just needs space. She wants to ‘find herself.’ So I remember back when we lived at home, she had a guy who was always being borderline inappropriate. I’m not a very jealous person and I trust her. So I start seeing said guy in basically all her pictures she posts with a group. Every time, he is in the picture. Everyone else changes but never him.

So for the first time, I’m very jealous and uneasy about everything. So I clone her phone and I receive every text she receives as well as every text she sends. I’ll never forget the first text I saw after cloning her phone.

‘Hey babe, I’ll see you after work. Want me to save you any of my leftovers?’

From her to him. It destroyed me. I lost 35 pounds in a week. I didn’t eat or sleep. I stared at the phone watching every conversation. Watching them talk about trying to have a baby. It was literally everything a married person fears.

I ask her if she is seeing someone and she says no she isn’t. She is taking care of her self and she loves me blah blah. I don’t say anything about receiving her texts for 2 months. Over this time, she finally admits cheating and that he is so much better than me at sex, treating her right, and he does what she wants.

During this time she pays our debt off, gets tattoos with him (matching I love you tattoos), goes to shows with him, buys clothes, etc. With the money I’m making! So this is where revenge starts.
I put a freeze on the account for a month.

In that time, I change every password to every account to things she won’t guess (Army jargon slang terms). I block her on Facebook and my phone so she has no way to contact me. She lost her car to repo a few months later, got kicked out of her place, and had to sell her prized shoes and purses just to stay alive.

I then find out she got a job at her old restaurant. So I post all the text conversations I have with her and the guy talking about having babies that have time stamps on it as well as post conversations we had with the matching time stamps showing all of our friends what she has done.

I then have friends call and complain at her job constantly on both he and her. They work at a restaurant so I also have friends dine and dash. They both get fired.

So she tries to call my command and tell them that I am abandoning her and she can’t provide for herself. My commander knows what is going on. He does nothing because he had something similar happen. Then about a month before I come back, she calls me from another number to tell me she is pregnant with his kid (we got divorced before the kid was born so I have no financial responsibility to her haven’t now for almost a year).

She moved away with him. 10 hours from me.

April 24, 2018. She calls me 5 months pregnant crying uncontrollably asking me where she should go. Apparently, they have a giant blow out of a fight she tells him she is leaving. She says she doesn’t know where to go and I simply say, ‘Sorry not my problem anymore.’

Fast forward January of this year. She calls me from a mutual friend’s phone.

Her: ‘He hit me. Idk what to do.’

Me: ‘Maybe, you don’t cheat on your husband when he is deployed for some guy who talks a big game.’

Her: ‘Well, I guess you are happy about this?’

Me: ‘No, but I’m glad I know I’m not the bad guy in this story.’

AND THEN THE NEXT MONTH.

Her: ‘He is cheating on me with 2 girls. I’m sorry. I regret everything I did. I f*cked it all up.’

Me: ‘Yea you did.’

All in all this woman destroyed my life. Put me into a deep depression I’m still dealing with, but I do feel a little better having proof that I wasn’t the problem. To think if this happened even 10 or 5 years ago, I would have come back to an empty bank account, an empty house, as well as seeing my then wife pregnant with another man’s baby. She actually hit me up yesterday to ask for some money to help cover rent… CheapMexican
14. Tell Me What To Do To Get A Raise Then Back Out? I’ll Take Your Job

“I work as a sub-contractor for an actually licensed contractor for a realty company.

Basically, the realty company buys houses, and the contractor tells us to go to the new address, and my coworkers and I flip the house and get it ready to be rented out. When I first started a job, it was a difficult transition considering I was a plumber previously but, eventually, I became a valuable asset to Contractor’s company thus the realty company as well. Contractor was infamous for being a bit of an a*s when it came to actual business and money. He was constantly yelling and screaming at the plumber, the painters, etc. about prices and how it took them too long and he wasn’t paying that much, which I would understand if the yelling was actually warranted.

When it became tax season, he gave everyone else a 1099 and then said he ‘lost’ mine and got p*ssed off every time I asked about it.
This guy makes easily 2 million a year (so he says) so I don’t really think $100 off the price matters that much. Not enough to get into a screaming match and ruin relationships with the other sub-contractors. I have been working for him for about a year now at 16/hr. Not too bad for my area but, I make him a lot more a day than the $160 I make every 10-hour work day.

One day I asked him for a raise, which he laughs and shuts me down immediately. After that, I decide to work harder, get houses done faster, and show him that I deserve a raise. A few months later, I decide to ask for a raise again but not as directly. ‘How could I be more useful to the company? So, I can increase my productivity, and both of us can make more money?’ He said, ‘Get a van and a trailer and then we can talk about more money,’” in his normal gruff tone that says, ‘shut up and get back to work.’ After that day, I worked side jobs here and there.

Worked a lot later than I usually would, and even all throughout the weekend. Saving up as much money as possible. I sometimes wouldn’t eat some days just to save that little bit of money.
He loved how much I was getting done and I could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes when I told him all that I got done every day. Finally, the day came where I saved up just enough money to buy my Dad’s old Ford van. Then not long after, I bought a little piece of crap 5×10 trailer that I had to fix up.

The following Monday, I pull up with the bright white gas guzzler and the fixed-up trailer following behind. I walked up to him smiling ear to ear about my accomplishment, hoping he would be proud or at least happy about all that I have done. I tell him to look at my new toys and all he says is ‘cool,’ and got in his truck and left. ‘Okay, maybe he’s just busy,’ I thought as I processed his extremely underwhelming response.
At the end of the day, I finally have a moment with him to discuss my raise. ‘So! I have the van and the trailer.

I have saved up and done everything you said that I needed to do to make more money and be more of an asset to this company.’ He narrows his eyes at me, ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘You said that if I got a van and a trailer that you would pay me more,’ I said confused. ‘I never said any of that. You have to actually work if you want anything else from me.’

I was devastated. I have been working my ass off while he sat on his ass and watched. I followed every instruction, completed in the very least two houses a week (which he makes about $5,000~ per house or so he says) and he acts like I do nothing for the company.

I swallowed my pride and let out a quick, ‘Yes sir’ and left his office.

I was finally tired of dealing with Contractor. Tired and defeated, I decided it was time to start looking for other jobs that actually had the possibility to move up. Then the company electrician gave me an idea. (I am going to call him Adam for privacy reasons) Adam is a good guy all around. If you needed advice or, just someone to talk to, he was always there for you. I told him about everything that has happened with Contractor and told him I was looking for other jobs.

He simply said, ‘You’re not supposed to be here to try and make it to the top. You’re here to learn. Learn everything you can and then one day, you’ll be the contractor. A better one than Contractor for sure. Why not look into getting your general contracting license? It’s not hard, you just have to work for it. That’s what I did to an extent. I worked for Contractor for years dealing with his bullsh*t. Until one day, I decided to get my electrician’s license. Now, he doesn’t decide what I’m paid. I do. That is if he wants me to work for him.

And if not, then I have other customers to make my living.’

I took his words to heart and came up with a plan.
Revenge:

I did some research on becoming a general contractor in my state (Requirements differ in other states).

Basically, I would need books to learn the material, references, a bank reference, and to pass the test.

The books were pretty expensive. With bills, taking care of my family and a monthly van payment, it seemed impossible for now. Until I found a group following in my area that needed a handyman to do a variety of things. Perfect. Extra money. Soon, my name started blowing up in my small town.

I did everything from repairing fences to installing toilets. I took everything I learned from plumbing and from working for Contractor and used it to build a reputation. References: check.

This is when I decided it was time to open my own business. Again, I did my research and learned all I had to do to open said business. I’ll spare you the details but, it was basically business license, how to get an LLC, Liability insurance, think of a name NOT already taken, blah blah blah.

It took a while, but I sent in all that I had and prayed to whatever god is there for me to be invited to take the test.

I waited and wait until about three weeks and FINALLY, I got a letter inviting me to the next test. It was a three-hour drive and on a Tuesday. Great another speed bump. Have to miss work AND pay $300.
The day of the test came, and I panicked. It was an open book but, I eventually ran out of time and didn’t get to finish. I was so disappointed in myself that I basically gave up. I just decided to keep working my job and a little side business. A week later, I was holding my son. He is a beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed reflection of myself.

After I managed to get him to sleep, I stared at him and wondered if I would be able to give him a better life than I had. I remember growing up in crappy trailers, being hungry and made fun of at school because I wore clothes from Walmart. Not the best way to grow up but, I had a roof over my head. I always wanted video games that my friends had but never got it. I wanted to go to trampoline parks and water parks. I’ve only been once in my entire life.

That’s about when my resolve renews itself within me.

I had to do this. Not only for me but, for him. I saved up all over again and came up with the $300 and requested for a re-take of the test. I took practice tests online, so I was ready. The day came and I BARELY manage to pass. BUT I still pass the test and receive my license! Now time for the fun part.
With all of the time passing, I became pretty close friends with the owner of the realty company. Going to BBQs, stopping to tell him some corny joke I saw on Facebook (he LOVED puns), and doing extra tasks not under Contractor.

One day, I came into his office and saw some invoices from Contractor on his desk. I just said, ‘Wow, that’s how much you’re paying him? Dude, he should at least take it a little bit easy on you since you have known each other for so long.’ He just nodded and said, ‘You think so?’ and he just looked at the papers more. Since then, I would say little comments about how much Contractor was getting paid and how many houses we could buy with that money. Just planting seeds in his mind that I slowly water until they turn into a beautiful garden of resentment.

Finally, Owner calls me and wants me to come to his house for a beer and to ‘talk business.’ (We’ve done this a few times before. It’s usually about his wife or the hit last time he played golf). I pull into his driveway, and he told me to meet him out back. After the usual how-are-yous, he tells me that he and Contractor had a bit of an argument and they are ‘limiting’ him from now on. Then, he turned to me, and said, ‘There is a meeting Friday. I want you there at 9 o’clock.’ I hesitate. I wasn’t sure what it could have been.

‘Sure, I’ll be there.’ I manage to say calmly through a scrambled mind. A few beers and stories about fishing trips, I headed home.

So I go to the meeting, and as I go in everyone shook my hand. Some I’ve seen before and said my ‘Hi how are yous’ to, others I have never met in my life. THIS WAS AN INVESTOR MEETING. Some of these people are worth figures in the nine digits. I was internally freaking out after finding out, but if you’ve read, you’d know I know how to keep my cool. After our greetings, we sat down and waited.

It wasn’t clear who we were waiting on until an hour later Contractor walks in with his usual stained T-shirt and cargo shorts, while I am in a nice dress shirt and tie. (Figured I would look nice for this.)
Everyone made a face and greeted Contractor while we got in settled again. Contractor didn’t seem to notice me until we all sat back down. I saw him do a double take and give me a look that said, ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ I had requested today off so I could only imagine what he was thinking. After introducing the new investors to the old investors, Owner got started saying about how we were going to have an amazing 2019 and an amazing future for the company (I suppose he was just hyping up the new guys so they would invest more).

About two hours of production values and budget stuff blah blah, he turned to me and said, ‘I would just like to take the time to congratulate OP for passing the general contractor’s exam and his newly acquired business!’ I smiled and thanked him, then he continued. ‘As we are growing, we have a demand for new and inspiring people within our company. After hearing about OP’s success in both our company and his, I would like to personally ask him a question in front of the whole team..’ (My heart pounding in my throat as each word sounded slower than the last.

I took a side glance at Contractor is visibly sweating at this point.) ‘OP, how would you like to be our new property manager? You may still have your business and do your own work. But, we will pay you exclusively to be our personal contractor and help take care of all new and old properties.’ Everyone turns to me and I take a second to respond.
Just then Contractor stands up and says, ‘What the eff? I’m your god damn contractor! I’ve been your contractor for over a decade! You can’t just replace me for some dipsh*t that doesn’t know what he is doing!’ Owner smugly looks at Contractor and says, ‘We’re not replacing you.

You will just answer to him now. All tasks, orders, and billing will go through him now. If you would like to still work for us, granted you mind your mouth and tone, you will run anything you do by OP. Contractor looks enraged and he turns to me, ‘YOU’RE FIRED! You have no business here anymore now LEAVE.’

Owner chuckles, and says,’You don’t have that power anymore. As long as OP agrees to my question.’ I turn to him and say, ‘Are you sure you can afford me?’ I laugh and shake his hand. ‘Yes. This is all I have ever wanted.

All that I have worked for. Now we can get some real work done (I have to admit something, I’ve been practicing that response since I was asked to come to this meeting lol)’ Contractor stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
After he left, we continued to discuss the goals for this year and it’s out they bought 60 new houses for me to work on with the investor’s money and he just looked at me and said, ‘Can you handle that?’ I happily said, ‘Yes, sir,’ trying to keep my eyes from watering.

All I thought about was my family and how proud they would be of me.

In a little under a year, I received a great license, my own business, and pretty much non-stop work. If there is anything you can take from reading this, I hope it will be this: Don’t settle in life. Be hungry to better yourself, and be the best person you can be. The only person stopping you is yourself. TheAwesomeAustin
13. Don’t Take Care Of Family When They Need You? I’ll Keep Score

This story is the story of the grandfather of my dear friend, and how he dealt with doling out the family’s inheritance in a very unique way.

The grandfather had two sons, and each of them also had two sons. In the last half year of his life, my friend and I visited him every morning and every evening. You see he did not want to go into a retirement home, and apart from getting ready in the morning and in the evening, he did not really need help.
Now I need to explain something real quick. Back in the day we still have mandatory service in the army for 12 months, but there were several ways around it. I will only explain the most common way since it is connected to our story.

You see instead of going to the army, you could say you refuse to go to the army for ethical reasons (which was really just a formality, you simply wrote a 1-page essay why you think you being in the army would violate your personal ethics, and they pretty much had to accept it). BUT that meant you had to go into civil service. Civil service could be any kind of job that in a wider sense that is a service to society. So these jobs ranged from kindergarten to retirement homes and anything in between like hospitals, homes for the physically or mentally disabled, meals on wheels, pretty much anything you can imagine.

You would be paid for that time the same amount of money you would get in the army, and had the right to certain perks like a free room, health insurance, work clothes, etc. the same stuff any soldier gets. Plus since soldiers get free food, you either got free food or a food allowance. I did my time in a retirement home, and it was an awesome experience. I think a job like that really broadens your horizon as a young arrogant brat, and really matures you and shows you what is actually important in life.
Back to the story. I was just done with my time in the retirement home, and for one year, simply wanted to job around and make some money.

Then one of my best friends comes to me and tells me he needs my help. His grandpa can no longer do everything by himself, but really only needs help in the morning to get ready and in the evening. Since I have learned how to do this from real professionals, he asks me to show him, so his grandpa does not yet have to go into a retirement home (he later admitted grandpa said he would rather kill himself then get into a nursing home, and he seemed really serious about it. He did not tell me at the time since he did not want to pressure me in to help like that, which I really appreciated).

He was one of my best friends, and I really liked his grandpa (when I was younger, I did not have a grandpa, but we visited him all the time and I became his unofficial 5th grandson) so of course I said yes. The original plan was to show him for 2-3 weeks and then observe him for another 2-3 weeks, then he would do it on his own. But we ended up doing it together for over half a year, then grandpa had a stroke and died within 2 days in the hospital.
Only days later my friend asked me to come with him to the lawyer.

His grandfather had specifically asked that his will should be read the day before he gets buried, which is quite unusual, but not illegal. I asked why he wanted me there, and he told me the lawyer had officially invited me since grandpa had left me something as a thank you for my service. I was a bit embarrassed, but also happy that grandpa had thought so highly of my service he even put me in his last will.

Now my friend’s dad is an entitled a*shole and the same goes for his uncle. We arrived there and went into the room.

Dad (to me): ‘Why the hell are you here? I know that dad called you his 5th grandkid, in jest, but this is for real family!’

Uncle: ‘I bet the little gold digger hoped he would get some money in the will.’

Me: ‘I was asked to be here by the lawyer, take it up with him. I have no idea why I am here.’

Dad: ‘IF YOU PULLED SOMETHING TO GET TO HIS MONEY, I WILL SUE YOU SO HARD EVEN YOUR KIDS WILL STILL NEED LAWYERS.’

Friend: ‘Show some respect and stop shouting. I know you 2 did not really give a crap about your dad but show at least a minimum of respect.’

Uncle: ‘HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR ELDERS YOU LITTLE SH*T.’

Friend: ‘You two get exactly as much respect from me as you showed your own father – NONE.’

He really shouted the last word, and it finally shut the two up.

We sat down and still had to wait for the other 2 grandkids to arrive. They sat right behind us, and what they talked about really made my blood boil. Apparently, they had both gotten new cars, new jewelry for the wife and had planned a huge holiday. All that was paid for by credit and they had planned to pay for it with the inheritance. None of then even said a word about missing him, being sad that he died, NOTHING. ONLY me me me me and money, money, money. They seemed to be in competition over who could spend the inheritance faster.

Then finally, we where all there and the lawyer read out a short letter, what I tell you here is a much-shortened version, but the real thing was several pages, but it boils down to this:

In recent years I more and more realized that some people in my family cared a lot more about me than others. I am especially disappointed in my two sons, but I wanted to be really fair and not biased, so I came up with a point system –

A letter/phonecall: 1 point + 1 extra if it is very long

A visit: 2 points per hour plus 1 point per hour of travel to me and back

Helping me out with something: 3 points per hour

This is the final result over the last 3 years of my life:

Dad: 8 pts.

Uncle: 10 pts.

Uncle’s Kid 1: 150 pts.

Uncle’s Kid 2: 133 pts.

Friend’s Brother: 288 pts.

Friend: 7,341 pts.

Me: 5,883 pts.
My lawyer has already liquidated most of my assets except the house. Once it is sold, the money will be divided by the points, so we know what each point is worth, and then every person gets a share of the money according to his points.

For about a minute you could hear a pin drop, then both Dad and Uncle started shouting at the same time that they knew we would have pulled something and this will would never stand. Of course, they tried to sue (Uncle, his kids and Dad together), but they lost, and there was a secret clause (not really secret, it was simply not read to us that day, so nobody realized it was in there since we all assumed everything was read to us on that day by the lawyer in the will that if someone sues against the will, that person loses his share of the inheritance.

It took nearly 3 years until all the lawsuits were over. I was blown away when we finally got the money, I am not naming a sum, but it was way more than I felt comfortable accepting, so I wanted to give at least some of it to the other three grandkids, but my friend finally convinced me to accept by saying to me: ‘You cared for him when he needed you, without expecting anything for it, which makes you 10 times more his family than any of those f*ckers. They got what they deserved.'” hicctl
12. Throw A Party For One Instead Of Dog Sitting My Dogs? I’ll Show You What Happens

“This didn’t happen to me, it happened to my sister.

My sister moved up to South Carolina from Florida about a year ago, but she still visits us periodically. We’re a big and close family. Shortly after Thanksgiving, she flew down with her husband and son for one such visit. She has 3 geriatric dogs, so she got a house/dog sitter.

MS (my sister) went through the basics of how they can only be fed at certain times. They get let out at certain times. They need to be in their crates from X hour to Z hour. Most importantly, they don’t get treats. They get vitamins in place of treats, but those vitamins have to be given only twice a day.

No people food. Very strict diets. They’re all happy and healthy, but only because MS is so strict with their regime.
The lady MS hired to watch her dogs had stellar reviews on the site she was found through. She’s a stay-at-home mom who does this as a side thing for extra cash.

MS left for Florida for a week. The first 5 days, everything is going well. DS (dog sitter) texts MS regularly or video calls. She shows MS pictures and gives her regular updates of when she comes and goes to MS’s house. MS just bought that house, btw. She’s been working her butt off to finally be able to afford it.

She put so much into making that a nice home for her family.

MS has had some health problems herself. She’s got a ton of prescription medication in her medicine cabinet. She brought enough for the week but left the rest at home. Stuff for epilepsy, asthma, and allergies, but she’s also got a ton of pain killers from when she had my nephew not that long ago. She’s paranoid about becoming addicted, so she kept the pills for safety, but never used them. It’s a full bottle.

On top of that, she’s been a collector of rare beer for about 15 years now.

Beer that’s not even sold anymore because they were promotional from microbreweries. Beer she can’t get anymore because she doesn’t live in Florida. Those bottles, she keeps as mostly decoration in her kitchen.
On the 6th day of her vacation, DS stops all communication altogether. MS texts, calls, emails. Nothing. Radio silence. She’s got a bad feeling, but she doesn’t want to kill the mood because she doesn’t get to see her family very often.

Day 7, she gets on a late flight back to South Carolina. The plane gets there around 2 in the morning. They drive an hour to their rural town.

They get home. The front door is wide open. The lawn looks like someone in a truck (which DS happened to drive) just tried to go drifting over grass and a tree before vacating the premises super quick.

MS goes to handle my nephew who is groggy and screaming. It’s been a rough day. She’s thinking the worst; that someone robbed the house while this poor lady was there. MS’s husband (BiL) goes inside to survey the damages. It’s all clear, MS and Nephew go inside too.

The back door is wide open. The couch looks like it exploded. The rug in the living room and the couch, and pretty much every square foot on the main floor is covered in the kind of pee and poop that can only be made from 3 geriatric furry buttholes.

The dogs are, thankfully, still in the backyard. But they’re shivering and filthy. There are broken beer bottles everywhere. Some have been stuffed deep in the trash to hide the evidence. Some have been refilled with water and put back with their tops precariously situated on top so they might look like they haven’t been touched.

82 bottles, each growler sized (roughly 64 oz) – gone. The medicine cabinet is like one of those Western ghost towns with a tumbleweed rolling through. MS is already thinking DS threw herself a party. No way in HELL could someone 5’6”, 170 lbs., drink that much beer and take that many pills and not be dead.

MS called the cops. Obviously. The police get there to figure this must be a break in. They take a bunch of pictures, take an account of all the bottles and drugs that were missing. MS cleans what she can, but gets to sleep because thankfully the upstairs hasn’t been touched.

One day later, the police find DS. MS has assumed she’s dead and abducted, so the police were looking for her and her car. They found the truck run off the side of a highway with this lady about two miles up, tweaking OUT OF HER MIND walking along the side of the road, screaming at nothing.

They take her in for whatever charges. Her husband bails her out and picks her up. According to her husband, this has happened before. DS has a drug and alcohol problem.

At first, she’s messaging my sister, super apologetic, saying she’ll reimburse MS and please don’t press charges. MS quotes her the price of the rug, a new couch, and the vet bills because her dogs had somehow gained access to 9 containers of doggie vitamins and one of them was having liver failure (The dog is fine now, but she’s an old Yorkie so who knows. Also, MS buys in bulk from a wholesaler, hence 9 containers).

The total was somewhere around $800. MS didn’t bother with the beers, the meds, the lawn, cleaning the house. She could have. Hell, I would have.

On top of that, MS demanded DS never dog sit again and she had to refund MS for her dog sitting. MS works in advertising. I won’t say what kind, but basically, if she saw/sees DS advertising herself as a dog sitter ever again, she has the means to drag this lady until all she sees is mud for the rest of her life.
DS insists she’d gonna pay it back, but that MS has to wait until they get their taxes back.

Ok. So MS waits. Late February, she texts DS asking where her money is. DS immediately starts saying how she didn’t do anything wrong, MS is a bad dog owner and her dogs are miserable, none of the stuff MS says DS did was actually done. MS has all the old texts of DS admitting to all of it sooo….?

This goes on for a while. Eventually, DS starts saying how ‘as a courtesy’ she has a friend who owns a furniture store. She will give MS a credit of $200 for a new couch. And she has an old rug she doesn’t want anymore that MS can have.

Erm… what?

She paid MS about $500 and insists she’ll get the coupon to MS soon. March goes by. Nothing.
Around March 20th, MS marches her happy butt to the small claims court and files. Then she snaps pictures of everything. Then she sends DS the message. ‘As a courtesy, I’m letting you know that I just filed this at the small claims court.’

Then the fun starts. This lady goes OFF on MS. She says she’s going to sue for slander and undue distress and harassment and blah blah blah blah blah. MS saves all of it, including the fun bits where DS threatens her family and calls her the C-word 20-dozen times.

Fast forward another month. Things move fast in a small town. This lady shows up looking like she just got run through by a garbage disposal truck. She gives the judge her sob-story, talking about how she did nothing but give MS and her animals the best care, that MS is making all this up.
Yeah. MS has the old gangster of a cop with her. She’s got pictures of all the damage, the vet bills, the bottles, proof that she was out of town, police reports of both the ‘break-in’ as well as DS’s DUI the following day. DS tries to spin it with that one law about how you can’t serve alcohol to a known alcoholic.

That obviously gets thrown right THE EFF out.

DS then tries to appeal to Judge and MS’s sense of humanity. She tells them how her husband just left her and is suing her for full custody (good!) and that if she can’t dog-sit, how is she supposed to support herself or ever get her kids back (tough cookies!). The judge takes my sister’s side, for obvious reasons.

DS is homeless now, living with her parents. She can’t see her kids, who by the way, don’t want to see her. Apparently, she was a drunk who ran her hubby’s credit all the way down, she was abusive to her kids, and because of her heavy alcohol abuse -– one of her kids has Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

DS has 60 days to pay the remaining $300 or she faces jail time. Her husband filed for divorce already. Oh, and she lost her license thanks to that DUI.
As a former addict myself and someone who’s been through a DUI, I want to sympathize. That’s a lot of stuff to go through. MS gave her chance after chance, but at some point, you have to take responsibility for your actions. It really seems like this lady has just been using her husband as a crutch while she tries to get better, only to backslide hard. It’s rough, I know. I hope she gets the help she needs.

MS’s dogs are doing well. She got a replacement couch on Amazon for $75 and a nice fluffy rug for even less. DS eventually coughed up that coupon. It didn’t even work. It was for something like 20% off with a purchase of $500 or more, so um…no thanks.” Source
11. Steal My Toiletries? I’ll Set Up A Booby Trap

“So in 2010, I was a recent college graduate who joined the Peace Corps (a US volunteer program where Americans go to a remote location of a developing country to work on specific development projects). It’s not a paid program, but I did receive about $200 USD per month.

I was living in Zambia as the only non-Zambian for about 30 km. I lived in the same type of house like the locals (a mud hut, no electricity, no running water). My bathroom was a separate structure behind my house… basically, a hole in the ground, surrounded by 4 mud-brick walls (about 6ft by 6ft), and next to it was my bathing shelter built basically the same way without the hole. I had some sticks tied to the ceiling that acted as a towel rack, a small mirror, and a few makeshift shelves that were a few sticks bunched together and fastened to the wall (important later).

Despite what many may assume, it was amazing. Zambia is beautiful and filled with amazingly kind people…mostly, that is.

About 6 months into living there, I began to notice that someone was entering my bathing shelter at night and stealing my soap.

This wasn’t a big deal, as soap isn’t expensive for me, so I figured if someone stole it, they probably just couldn’t afford soap (living in a rural farming community, that’s a real possibility). After all, they always left the shampoo (more expensive) and the mirror.

This happened on and off for a few weeks… Eventually, I ended up just bringing my soap inside my home after my bucket bath, so I wouldn’t have to ride 15km on my bike to get more soap at the markets.

I thought this would end the problem…and it did for a bit…

Then one day I was boiling water, prepping for my bucket bath. I dropped off my soap and shampoo in the bathing shelter, then returned to the pot of water, waiting for it to heat up. I go back to my bathing shelter and both the soap and shampoo are gone. This was not 10 meters from where I was standing. The fact that someone crept into the bathing shelter when I was right there p*ssed. Me Off.

Whatever… 15 km bike ride to buy more soap at the market. 15 km back.

I’m angry on that bike ride… And this anger causes me to brainstorm retaliation during this 30 km round trip ride, in the blistering heat. My brain thinks back to the days of ‘Home Alone’ (the movie) and all the traps I made as a kid, inspired by a young Macaulay Culkin. I don’t hunt, but I was a mischievous little brat, so I’m uncommonly good at making boobytraps.

I arrived home that day (with extra soap and shampoo this time). I had finally cooled off and decided building a trap would be an overreaction. I boiled water, prepped for my overdue bath, and brought my new soap into the bathing shelter.

Horror met me at the door.

The mirror, gone. The towel rack and shelf (literally just sticks), gone. Shampoo, gone. A big piece of sh*t, sitting right in the middle of the floor.

I was infuriated.

This wasn’t just a poor kid taking soap, this was someone f****ing with me. STICKS? YOU STOLE STICKS? AND YOU SH*T HERE WHEN THERE IS A TOILET LITERALLY NEXT DOOR?

I remember a quote from Home Alone: ‘This is my house, I have to defend it.’
Step 1: I had a hunch the kids in my village wouldn’t be this bold (and that poop was certainly adult-sized), but I needed verification before calibrating the intensity of my trap.

So I dumped a bucket of water on the dirt in front of my bathing shelter after every day’s bath. Eventually, I found what I was looking for when the thief left adult-sized footprints in the mud. This confirmed it wasn’t a kid, and it was just one person who dropped in every few evenings.

Step 2: Send a warning. I told all my neighbors to keep away from my bathing shelter because a thief has been coming by and I am going to make a trap (I hoped it was one of them and that this would be enough to end things, or that word would spread to the thief).

Nope, I kept finding muddy footprints every few days.

Step 3: Set trap.
I made another bike trip to the market to buy:

– ‘Rub On’ which is IcyHot without the cooling effect
– Red powder
– Hot sauce
– Rope
– Thin, but durable, string

I removed half of the shampoo from the new bottle, mixing in hot sauce, red powder, and RubOn… If the thief bypassed my trap, this would ensure they receive some regret when they use the stolen goods.

But for the main trap, I created a trip wire and a release (made from two carved sticks). The tripwire ran across the doorway, about shin-height, and then ran up the wall attached to a pendulum.

The pendulum had a BRICK affixed to it. Now, I didn’t want to kill anyone over soap, so I made sure to make the pendulum swing at that sweet spot… just about balls to chest height… no chance of hitting someone’s head or knees.

For good measure, I attached one of those alarm key chains to the tripwire (One of those rape-prevention keychains that blast a very loud alarm if you remove the pin), so I could confront the perpetrator in the act.

Eight days passed, with no attempt to rob my bathing shelter. No footprints either. I never considered removing the trap, I knew he’d eventually come.

I was deep in a slumber one night when I heard something thud, then a man’s high-pitched yelp/gasp! No alarm rang, but I knew that had to be the sound of a brick hitting a man straight in the balls!

I grabbed my light and ran outside, only to see a man, bent over, struggling to hustle away.

I inspected the bathing shelter. The brick hung dangling in the doorway, having deployed perfectly. The alarm was missing and so was the tainted shampoo bottle.

From the evidence, I determined that the man thought my trap was only a simple alarm. He simply cut the alarm keychain off from the string it was tied to, probably thinking that was the only purpose of the string.

He then walked into the trip wire and was nailed in the balls by a swinging brick. When he heard me running towards him, he grabbed the shampoo and, still bent over with the feeling of balls in his stomach, he hurried away.
I can then assume he used the shampoo and was met with a hot sensation from the hot sauce and Rub On. I hoped the red dye from the powder would help identify him by dying his clothes red if he used to soap to also wash clothes, but that never ended up working out.

However, for the rest of my time there, no one else f*cked with my bathing shelter.

I guess he gave up after that. He wasn’t thirsty for more.” Source
10. Give Me A Scathing Performance Review? I’ll Whip You Into Shape

“Guys, I know this is long, but I assure you…this is a juicy one.

I was working with a B2B Sales company (we sold services to companies), and this company had managed to hire the most incompetent, lazy, and jealous sales manager I have ever come across. We were a team of 5 sales people and a sales manager, all 5 of us salespeople hated our sales manager for various reasons but we liked her personally.

I was the top sales person on the team, I was sitting at 170% of my yearly objective and was well on my way to President’s Club.

This is largely because I was the only sales person on the team with real sales experience and the sales manager was too incompetent to train a team.
So my VP came down for our yearly performance reviews and I was called in first. It was my VP and Mrs. B (short for B*tch). I was expecting a positive performance review.

Right off the bat Mrs. B hits me with, ‘Sting, you know our location hasn’t been performing at the objective for a number of years, and we suspect this is because salespeople are misrepresenting their daily work.”

I’m taken aback.

‘Sting, I don’t think you are actually doing what you say you are doing in your CRM, and this is something that could get you fired.’

I looked at Mrs.

B and I said, ‘Really?’ She said, ‘Yeah.’

I hit her back with, ‘I’m shocked you decided to go this route.’ Mrs. B, with a confident smile, said, ‘We gotta do what it takes to get this location on objective.’

I said, ‘Alright, let’s play a game. Mrs. B pick a day, any day in the CRM and let me prove to you that I went to all my appointments and did all my stops as recorded.’
‘Well Sting, I’m not saying you never go in the field, I just think some days you stay at home and put in BS notes in the CRM.”

I said, ‘Mrs B, pick a day, any day, pick a day you think I lied about my sales activities.”

So Mrs.

B picks a day.

Now I’m smiling ear to ear, and I’m totally heated right now. I notice the VP is smiling at me and his head is slanted to one side, I suspected he knew Mrs. B was about to get absolutely f*cking owned…and he was right.

So she gives me a day and I turn to the VP,’Mr. VP, are you aware of how android phones work?’ VP responds, ‘Enlighten me.’

I said, ‘By default, Android has location services turned on and, in fact, Google will track where you went and when. Naturally, I carry my phone everywhere so let’s compare what Google says I did that day to what my CRM says.”

So I pull up my Google location services for that day, and surprise surprise, it’s a match.

Mrs. B is obviously very concerned at this point.

I said, ‘I’m actually quite enjoying this performance review, let’s pick another day, Mrs.B.”

Mrs. B fires back, ‘We don’t need to do that.’ I turn to the VP, ‘Mr. VP would you mind picking a day?’

He says, ‘Sure, what about XYZ?’

He pulls up my CRM, I pull my location services for that day.

Guess what? It’s a match.
I then get ready to pull out the big guns, ‘Mr. VP do you remember company XYZ with a contract value of excess of $1 million that we lost recently?’

‘Yes, Sting I remember. Apparently, our competitor won them over a price we can’t win them all.’

‘Mr.

VP, here is an email from their VP basically stating that they’ve decided not to go with us because we failed to provide 3 samples for them to decide on which product worked best for them.’

‘Sting, can you forward that to me?’

‘Sure not a problem Mr. VP.’

Forward it over.

‘Mr. VP, while I’m at this, let me forward you over several email chains before this where I clearly asked Mrs. B to order those samples, in fact in those very same email chains, she confirmed that she had, in fact, ordered the sample.’

He asked me to forward those emails to him so I did.

‘Now Mr. VP, I had our service department look to see if any orders had been placed for those samples, no orders were actually placed.’

He said, ‘I’m going look into this.’

Mrs. B is f*cking sweating bullets at this point, my performance review has just turned into her performance review and sh*t’s not going right.

‘Mr. VP, I have one more thing I’d like to bring to your attention, do you mind if I step outside for a minute so I can show you?’ he said, ‘Sure, I need to have a talk with Mrs. B anyway.’
Now I need to mention that several years prior to this, a general manager at another location seriously sexually assaulted a woman.

The company was sued and lost a lot of money because of this. Since this incident, the company put in a very clear cut policy, ‘No sexual relations between management and people who work for them. It is immediate termination for the manager.’

Another sales consultant in the office is named Joe. Joe is a married man with two beautiful kids and Mrs. B had the hots for him. She tried to have sex with him multiple times, twice on text. Joe and I had talked about if he should report this transgression.

I walked into the sales office and said, ‘Joe, I think its time we get a new sales manager, you got those texts?’

He looks at me and goes, ‘Is today going be the day?’ I said, ‘Today is going be the day.’

All the sales staff knew what was going on, the mood in the office was lifted.

Joe and I begin walking back to the conference room when the Location Manager who was not a part of the performance review saw Joe and I, he asked, ‘What’s going on?” and Joe said,
‘You’re going need to hire a new sales manager soon.’ the location manager was confused. He said he’s coming into the meeting we said fine. I knocked on the door, Mr. VP said come on in so I did.

There we stood, Joe, myself, and the location manager. Mrs. B knew exactly what was about to happen. We all took our seats, and I asked the VP, ‘Mr.

VP, I just want to clarify a company policy.’
‘Sure.’

‘Is it true that if a manager tries to engage in a sexual relationship with a direct report, it is immediate termination for that manager?’

Mr. VP sits up straight, takes a moment and goes, ‘Yes, if something like that came to my attention my hands would be tied. I’d have to fire the manager.’

I said, ‘Well Joe has something he wants to show you.’

Mrs. B got up and walked out of the conference room, she was about to cry. Her world, her career, had just completely been wrecked and I don’t think she wanted to be around for the end.

Joe went on to tell the VP how he’s a happily married man with two beautiful kids and Mrs. B kept hitting on him. In fact, she had sent him numerous sexual texts, and on two occasions openly invited him to have sex with her, once in the office and once at his home even after he had made it clear he wasn’t going to do anything with her.

Mr. VP asked to see the texts and Joe provided them.
The VP asked him to screenshot those and email those over, Joe said he would. Then the VP said, ‘I’m going need both of you to go back to the sales office, the location manager and I have some talking to do.’

We walk back into the sales office, I noticed the sales manager office had looked cleaned out.

Apparently, Mrs. B was balling, she was a wreck and crying, and said she was going home. Joe laughed and said, ‘Yea she won’t be coming back.’

It was about 20-25 minutes when the VP came into the sales office and asked me to come to the conference room again so I did.

I sat down and the VP said, ‘Well, I would like to inform you that Mrs. B has been terminated effective immediately, with this being said after your performance review, and looking over your numbers you are our top sales rep in this location and deserve nothing short of stellar remarks on your review and you’ll be getting that.’ I said.

‘Thank you, I do have one question.’ He said ‘Sure, anything.’

‘How do I apply for the new sales manager job that just opened up?’

Mr. VP laughed and said, ‘You sure do you like to strike while the iron is hot don’t you?’ I said I do, he said he would let the location manager know and I’d be able to put in my application. I thanked him and he said, ‘No, thank you. In my 35 years of being in sales and sales management that was by far the most interesting performance review I have ever witnessed.’

I did not end up getting promoted.

I ended up quitting shortly after this.

I ended up quitting shortly after this because they decided to not promote me and instead hired a guy with no sales experience to be our sales manager, and this rubbed me the wrong way. Also, our service department sucked and couldn’t deliver what I was selling, and another company offered me more money.” sting2018
9. Make Non-stop Noise And Damage My Property? Enjoy These X-Rated Sounds

“So to begin this story I have to explain, I’m a college student in Portugal. I was born and raised in Azores (some little islands in the middle of Atlantic ocean), and in order to pursue college, I had to move to the mainland, and for this, I had to rent an apartment.

It’s a good apartment, 3 rooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. It’s in a quiet neighborhood, so it was all good until they started to do construction work in the apartment above.

This construction work was done by a TV show called, ‘Querido Mudei a Casa’ that literally translates to ‘Honey, I Changed the House.’ It’s quite famous here. They remodel the entire house, replacing everything in it with new furniture, new floor, you get it, so THEY MAKE A LOT OF NOISE. I’m not the party kind of guy and I’m quite calm and peaceful. I like to stay home, have some friends here, drink a bit, play some games, etc.

Also, I do a lot of my college work at night in the apartment (I spend most of the day in class).
So to explain this, Portugal has a law that you can make noise from 8 am to 6 pm. Most of my classes start around 11 and 12 pm which works great for me since I go to sleep around 4 am due to all the work I have to do and plus a little time for myself. But this means they started drilling the floor at around 8 am EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

My housemate and I were shocked by the amount of noise they were doing.

We let it pass since they shouldn’t take more than a week to replace the floor (make that assumption based on how my dad and I did it once to our house back on the island) but no, that noise lasted for the entire time they were there. I got a bit upset since I couldn’t sleep but I also couldn’t leave the college work undone. So I decided to try and talk with the crew.

I went to the upstairs apartment and knocked, then came this really fat and short guy looking at me like I wasn’t even there. The talk went like this:
Me: ‘Hi, I’m from the apartment below.’

Fat Guy: ‘Hey, what do you want?’

Me: ‘I was gonna ask if you guys could start the drilling at around 10 am, I’m a college student and I do most of my work at night, sometimes I only get to sleep in the morning, is this possible??’

FG: ‘Nah, we have a job to do, you should go to sleep earlier if you want to sleep.’

He closes the door, I was pissed but remain calm, after all, it kinda is my fault if I go to bed at that time.

Some time goes by and the noise continues, I get grumpier and grumpier, I call the customer service of the show, they said politely that there is nothing they can do about it since it’s in the legal rights, I should talk with the guys in the apartment so we can come to a conclusion.

Weeks go by, I’m wondering, ‘That apartment is the same size as mine, how the f*ck are they taking so long ?’ until a glorious morning I wake up, normal routine, I go to the bathroom to take a shower, and when I turn on the light what do I see? My bathroom full of clay, everything completely dirty, rocks everywhere and a damn hole right on top of the toilet.

I’m furious. My housemate arrives home that morning, he is NOT a calm person. We both go to the upper apartment, and I convinced him to let me talk. He agrees.
I knock on the door. To my surprise, it’s the same fat guy, but this time he was looking at me.
Me: ‘Uumm, You guys opened a hole in my bathroom.’

He interrupts

Fay Guy: ‘Yeah yeah, we know, we already covered our part.’

Me: ‘Okay, but what about ours?’

FG: ‘Can’t you guys fix it? I mean, you are men, can’t you fix the house?’

My friend is furious, but I calmly put my hand on him and keep talking.

Me: ‘No way, you broke it, you’re gonna fix it unless we have to call the landlord and sue your show for this.’

FG: ‘Okay okay, we will fix it, no need to get all formal.’

We came back to the house and we could hear them making fun of us because of the hole. My friend is furious, but I’m calm because I already thought of a way to get back at them.

A couple of days go by when they finally decide to fix the hole. Two nice guys come down and fix it, and said they were sorry and everything. We chatted, they were cool, but my revenge was already planned, sorry dudes.

My friend and I both have JBL speakers, the good one that can really play loud, this is where it begins.
Every day I started to go to bed early now, so I can be up at 8 am, first I take a shower and set up for college, then to plug both of the speakers to my laptop, search for ‘Naughty Japanese’ (You know, cause Japanese girls are known to scream like hell in a high pitched voice) leave the volume up – maximum – and let it play in a loop until I get home, around 6 pm.

Oooh, my amusement was sky high.

My housemate agreed with this since we both started to leave the apartment earlier, until one day we heard a knock on our door. IT WAS THE FAT GUY.

Fat Guy: ‘HEEEEEY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING BUT IT HAS TO STOP, WE ARE RECORDING TODAY AND WE CAN’T HAVE THOSE WEIRD NOISES IN THE BACKGROUND.’ (They record the episodes in the house but they could easily use a studio to authenticate the sound. They are really cheap on saving money.)

ME: ‘Nah, since you are in the legal right to make noise from 8 am to 6 pm, I am too, I can make all the noise I want in that period of time.’

Fat Guy: ‘That will really affect the show and you know that people love this show, probably your Mother watches it and loves it too!’

Me: ‘Maybe, but she knows how things are around here so she doesn’t really mind.

I don’t really mind and the landlord doesn’t mind, can’t you fix it yourself?’

The fat guy goes mad, starts stomping the ground as he turns around and leaves.

This continues, I see the camera crew arriving from my window, they enter the apartment, knock on my door, I didn’t even answer. Just some loud and lewd noises ALL DAY.
This goes for 3 days straight with the camera crew, but one day they never tried knocking on our door again. I think the episode was canceled due to the noise. The funniest part is that this renovation IS FREE. The only revenue gained is based on the viewership of the episodes.

It puts a smile on my face when I know that they just wasted a budget for nothing.” bochechas2
8. The Grass Is The Wrong Color? Yeah Ok.

“Ok, so some backstory: I was 13 and I lived in a really ‘fancy’ neighborhood where every year we have the best lawn competition. The prize for the winner is a $500 check. Some of my neighbors are really nice but some are rich snobs.

I was managing my parent’s flower garden and I worked really hard for about 2 hours. When I finished it looked really good. An entitled neighbor was walking her dog and spotted me admiring my work.

EP is generally an a*shole to everyone so I wanted to avoid conversation but she called out to me and the conversation went as followed:
EP = Entitled Person, Me = Me

EP: ‘Wow, did you do all this work?’

Me: ‘Yeah, I was out working for the lawn competition.’

EP: ‘You did a great job. Do you think you can do my lawn?’

Me: ‘Hmm if you pay me by the hour I’ll be happy to work.’

EP: ‘Ugh, why do I have pay?’

Me: ‘Because I helping you compete against me, I want some profit out of it.’

EP: ‘Ok fine, 10$ an hour.’

So the next day, I do her very weedy lawn and I think I did a pretty good job.

I pick up every single one of her weeds, I cut the grass, and I even buy some flowers for the patches of dirt where large weeds used to be. After 4 hours of work, I knock on EP’s door to let her see the work thinking she would be impressed. I was very wrong.
EP: ‘Ew what is this?’

(I was confused but I wanted to see if I missed anything.)

Me:’What?’

EP: ‘The grass is the wrong color!’

Me: ‘The grass is green, what color is it supposed to be?’

EP: ‘Orange-ish! I want my lawn to have fall colors!’ (Which I’m pretty sure is a made up excuse)

Me: ‘…. umm you didn’t say that?’

EP: ‘You should have known, now get out of here because you ruined my lawn.

I’m not paying you.’

Me: ‘Wait, what??!?!?!’
EP walks into her house and slams the door. I go home and start to plan my revenge. Around the neighborhood, I hear EP bragging about her perfect lawn. About a week later, I stay up till 12:00 am, and I go to a compost pile behind my house and gather up all the weeds I tossed from my own garden. I go to EP’s house and spend another hour kicking up her flowers, adding bug bait, and re-planting the weeds in her yard.

The following day was the day of the competition. By the morning, her garden had some bugs and looked like the house was abandoned.

It was worth all the work to see EP’s face. Imagine a toddler who just saw his favorite Teddy Bear get ripped to shreds. We didn’t win the competition but EP came in last and was humiliated. EP knew it was me and tried to get me in trouble but I asked her if she had proof. I also told the whole neighborhood about the situation so the other neighbors began to dislike her. EP never spoke to me again and eventually moved away, maybe because of the humiliation (trust me, rich people care about lawns very much).
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7. Dump Your Child In A Bookstore? Lose Custody Really Quick

“I used to work in a small chain of Bookstores/Stationery shops.

We’d sell books, pens, paper and so on. It was a quirky little store, straight out of a romantic love novella (or a Stephen King book, if you prefer).

Mom walks into the store with Little Girl. It’s rather early in the morning. Mom looks around and asks me if I could watch her child.

Me: ‘Oh no, I’m terrible with children, sorry.’

Mom tells me that it’s not for that long and I shouldn’t make such a fuss about it. I still politely refuse. It’s not my job to watch children, I’m afraid to do something wrong.

So what happens? Mom leaves the store.

Who do I find hidden in the corner? Little Girl who seems to be rather shy/fearful.
This happened back in a time before everyone had smartphones. The kid obviously didn’t have a mobile on her, and I suspected the mother also wouldn’t. I wasn’t too surprised that Little Girl didn’t know her home number. I sigh. What are you gonna do? If something happens to that kid while being in the store and you’re the only present employee, you’re gonna have a bad time.

Me: ‘Hey girl, what’s your name?’

Little Girl: ‘(her name)’

Me: ‘I’m (my name and surname).’

Little Girl, happy like only kids can be if they think they did something smart or they knew something: “My surname is (surname).”

Now, this rang a bell.

I had a good customer with the same surname. It turns out he’s her dad. I didn’t get paid enough to babysit. In fact, I didn’t even get paid enough to do my normal work. I call her dad at his workplace since we saved that number in our system. The call went along the lines of:

Me: ‘Hi Nice Dad, it’s Me from bookstore XY.’

Nice Dad: ‘Oh hi (me), how’s it going? I don’t remember having any open orders.’

Me: ‘Yeah, erm, look, listen, do you have a daughter?’

Nice Dad, confused: ‘Yes, why do you ask?’

Me: ‘What’s her name?’ (I just wanted to ensure its really her dad and not just a stupid coincidence.)

Nice Dad apologizes for Mom’s behavior and tells me he’s gonna pick Little Girl up as soon as possible.

While waiting for Nice Dad, I picked up one of our sale-books (box with damaged books that we try to sell with huge discount before throwing away). It’s a picture book from Disney. Little Girl tries to read a little, I read a little.

Nice Dad arrives, Little Girl runs to him and hugs him, crying that mommy was mean to her. Nice Dad soothes her and thanks me for babysitting her. He gives me a bottle of wine and buys something small from the store.
Nice Dad: ‘If Mom shows up again, could you NOT tell her that I picked up Little Girl?’

Me: ‘What.

Why?’

Nice Dad: “If you don’t feel like it, you don’t need to. It’s rather complicated and you already did so much for us.”

Nice Dad leaves. In the evening Mom shows up. She dropped Little Girl at about 09:00. It was 17:45.

Mom: ‘Where’s my daughter?’

Me, already chugged about half the bottle of wine and was thus a little boozed: ‘Your WHAT?’

Mom: ‘My daughter. I dropped her in this store and you were here.’

Me, way too drunk for work (but already decided to go for another job or homeless, both would have been better): ‘YOUR WHAT?’

Mom was on edge, so I did what I thought was the smartest thing to do:

Me: ‘A guy came into the store and picked her up.

He seemed nice. Gave me some wine for her.’

At this point, I expected her to explode/attack me, but she just left the store.
A few weeks pass and Nice Dad and Little Girl come to the store. Both happy to see me. Nice Dad asks me if I got a few minutes. An excuse not to work? Obviously, I took the time for…customer service. Gave Little Girl the same book we read the last time and had a talk with Nice Dad.

Mom and Nice Dad where in the middle of a divorce when Mom dropped Little Girl at our store. One of the reasons Nice Dad wanted a divorce was that Mom ‘wasn’t nice’ to Little Girl.

Now in my country, as a male, it’s rather hard to get custody for your child. No matter what. Little Girl wanted to be with Nice Dad but that doesn’t matter. Mom dropping Little Girl in our store was a gift from the heavens.

Nice Dad took Little Girl to his sister’s overnight. Mom pretended that Little Girl was sleeping at one of her friend’s houses. Nice Dad wanted to call them just to ensure that Little Girl is fine. Mom didn’t want that. Little Girl’s friend didn’t know where Little Girl was. Mom claimed she dropped Little Girl at Little Girls friend’s place.

Nice Dad faked panic and involved the police. Mom insisted that Little Girl’s friend kidnapped Little Girl. Police asked Nice Dad and Mom separately and Nice Dad told the police what happened. Mom still insisted on her dropping Little Girl at Little Girl’s friend’s house. Nice Dad had proof of it being otherwise since he already called the police when he dropped Little Girl at his sister’s house.
Now in court, Nice Dad apparently said something like, ‘Mom can have all she wants, even my wine collection. I just want to be with my daughter.’ Mom, knowing that Nice Dad didn’t have any money left and had some very expensive wines, agreed.

Daughter ended up with Nice Dad, mother paying alimony. What Mom didn’t know: Nice Dad replaced his wine collection before the divorce with the cheapest wines he could find at different discounters, gifting away the expensive ones. He knew that Mom either is gonna take everything from him or will break his wine collection.

We both laugh. I gifted the book to Little Girl who seemed very happy. When Mom dropped her she was shy, seemed small and now she had such a big smile on her face and was curious for everything. She could read much better than a few weeks ago.

She seemed like a bird taking off to fly towards the sun.” ProfessionalDish
6. Don’t Pay Or Feed Me While I Babysit Your Kids? I’ll Feed Them Sugar

“Back when I was a teenager, my Aunt would ask me to babysit her kids. It didn’t happen often, so I really didn’t mind as long as she bought me Pizza, and her two children were well behaved.

Anyway, she was a divorcee and after a couple of years, she remarried. His two kids were alright as well, and I didn’t mind babysitting for them when they asked me to about three months after their wedding.

This is when it starts going downhill. Firstly, no pizza. Second, they came home three hours later than they said they would and didn’t give me a lift home (I’m 16 at this point and a very big guy, so no worries walking home, but it was about 2:00 am in the morning.)

Then they started to take advantage. Almost every week they wanted me to look after their kids, for no pay, and would get extremely pissy about it if I refused, often having a go at my mother, who would cry. I hated that.
Fine.

So they called me to look after their kids so they could go and do their regular, ‘We’ll be home by 10 (But we mean 1 am).’

Me: ‘Okey-dokey.’

I rocked up.

Sure enough, no food aside from the kids’ dinner. I raided the fridge. Then, at about midnight I woke the kids up, took them into the lounge and put on a video. They were a little confused but excited to be up at that time. I then gave each of them a can of Redbull and a packet of lollies. About twenty minutes later, the parents showed up, and I left.

They never asked me to babysit for them again. Apparently, they shouted at my mother, and dad told me off, but he couldn’t stop laughing, so I wasn’t in too much trouble.” valheru1000
5. Yell At Me For Doing My Job? I’ll Make You Feel Awkward In An Elevator

“I had graduated from college and was having trouble landing my first professional job.

While I searched, I sold gym memberships by day and waited tables by night to make money and get out of my parent’s house.

It’s my first week on the job at the gym. One of the front desk girls needed to use the bathroom and asked if I would cover. Just take their card, swipe it, and offer them a towel. If they don’t have their card, look them up on the computer. Can do.

I swipe a few people in. It’s around 4:30 pm and some people are coming from work. An older guy, probably in his 50s, walks in. He is in his suit, indicating he is coming from work with a gym bag over his shoulder, and the angle at which he is walking indicates he has no plan at all attempt to swipe in.

I professionally say, ‘Excuse me, sir, can I see..’ and he glances at me and continues to walk into the gym.
Keep in mind, I was new and I had gone to a 3-day training on different ways to sell the gym, and one of the key points was safety. Saying things like, ‘We only let members in, we have everyone’s licenses and information on file,’ etc. I think of these points so I come out from behind the desk, thinking I will gladly look this guy up if he forgot his card. As I approach him I start to again say how I need to swipe him in and he FREAKS THE EFF OUT ON ME.

It’s been over a decade, but the main points were he comes here every day, he never swipes in, and everyone knows who he is, and I am an idiot – all as loud as he could be, in my face, and very aggressively. I am completely taken aback, embarrassed, and angry.

The gym manager comes out of his office and settles things down and tells Gene he can head on in. The manager tells me Gene doesn’t like to swipe in, and that when they see him, they just search for him and let him walk on. I’m p*ssed, but the manager seems to just accept it as something that happened.

I continue to work at the gym for 6 months, seeing Gene a few times a week and never saying a word to him. Eventually, while I was gone, one of the other sales reps took one of my prospects and signed them up. The sales girl told the prospect she was my manager and she would make sure I got the commission. She was not a manager and did not. The only reason I know is because the gym member told me. I call her out on it, she defends it. At this point, I had already put in my two weeks notice and the manager tells me not to come back in.

Fine with me – that place was TOXIC.

4-5 months later I get a job at an asset management company and I am thrilled. I like my work and the boss who I directly report to is pretty high up in the company. I work on a building that has 16 floors and the company I work for occupies the floors 14, 15 and 16. I rode the elevator with my boss a few times and saw him interact with the big-wigs from the other companies that are on the other floors of our building. They had an informal group that would often go golfing and to dinners with each other.

One afternoon, I am waiting for the elevator to leave for the day when my boss comes out and gets on the elevator with me. We start to go down, picking up more and more people who are trying to get home, and 3 of them are executives in my bosses social circle. We stop at a floor and who should get on the elevator, complete with his gym bag, was Gene. He and my boss shake hands, begin discussing weekend plans, etc. My boss then introduces me to Gene, and I give zero f*cks. I’ve been thinking about this guy for months.

Me: ‘Oh Gene and I have already met.’ (I say in a tone that dictates Gene and I have some history)

My boss is taken aback by my tone. Internally, I hesitate for a moment, but my boss likes me and this guy mortified me. I had been in enough customer service/retail jobs since I was 15, I’ve taken a lot of crap. But this guy was one of the worst, it really stuck with me, because it was completely and totally undeserved. I was just trying to do my job.

Gene is having trouble placing me.
Me: ‘I worked at (INSERT GYM NAME).

My first week there you berated me with obscenities at me at the top of your lungs because I asked you for your membership card when you walked into the gym.’

Gene’s jaw has now dropped – my bosses head turned from me to Gene. Gene does not try to deny it, he stammers.

Gene: ‘I…I never bring my card and everyone there knows me so I always just walk in.’

Me: ‘Yep. The manager told me after our incident. Anyway, as I said, we’ve met.’

I just go back to riding the elevator. No one is speaking. Elevator gets to the ground floor and we all go our separate ways.

It felt good, but I was regretting it now because we are going into the weekend and I will have to wait until Monday morning to see if my boss is upset with my behavior or not.
I still waited tables, went right to work, told my co-workers what happened and we proceeded to get trashed in my honor once the restaurant closed.

Monday morning I get to my desk and eventually, I have to pass my boss’ office. He calls me in. He asks for more details about my encounter with Gene.

Me: ‘I pretty much gave all the details in the elevator.

It was my first-week selling gym memberships (he knew of this job, it was on my resume), I was covering for a front desk person who needed to use the restroom. Gene walked in and I was told to scan EVERYONE into the gym, I tried to tell Gene this and he went off on me. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about him for months and was blown away when he got on the elevator. I’ve never really said anything like to that anyone before and I didn’t plan on it, it just came out as soon as I saw his face.’

My boss was blown away that it happened, and that Gene’s excuse on the elevator was, ‘Oh yeah I never bring my card.’ I said yeah he could have said that.

He could have explained it to me, could have told me his name, could have said talk to the manager everyone knows me, but he chose to explode over something like this and a 22-year-old just trying to do his job.

Eventually, my boss told the other executives and they cut Gene out of their circle. I got on the elevator a few times with me and Gene only and each time I was sure to give a smile and say, ‘Hi Gene!’

He got what he wanted – I never forgot who he was.” EdwardRoivas
4. Keep Getting Computer Viruses From X-Rated Sites? I’ll Hook It Up So Everyone Gets Notifications

“About 2 years ago my brother kept asking me to repair his laptop, no big deal, right? Wrong, the reason why it was always breaking is because my brother would always go to the sketchiest porn sites he could find.

For those of you who do not know, sometimes hackers will setup naughty sites that exist for no other reason other than to distribute viruses because, well you know, sex sells. And so, his computer would have at minimum 30 different viruses on it plus an Internet history of such wonderful searches. I eventually got tired of fixing his computers and told him up front that I knew why he kept getting viruses and that he shouldn’t be going to such off-color nudie sites. Needless to say, he didn’t listen.
So, I decided to get back at him for not listening to me.

If anyone has been on a school internet connection, you would know that there are certain websites you cannot visit. The device used to filter content like this is called a ‘transparent proxy’ (trust me there’s a point to this). A transparent proxy sits in between the router and the modem meaning that every computer’s internet connection goes through this proxy and can either cache, filter, or be a gateway to the rest of the internet. With all of that out of the way, here is what I did.

My sister-in-law was aware of what I was about to do, and she didn’t care, in fact, I think she might have supported what I was doing.

She let me into her house to set up a transparent proxy on their network which wasn’t difficult since their router and modem was not one single device. What this proxy does is it gets the URL of a page being viewed, it would check the URL for specific words like porn, sex, etc… and it would even view the page itself and check for those same keywords. If it found multiple keyword matches it would then send the URL off to my server which is where all the fun stuff happens. When my server receives the URL from this proxy, it then passes the URL off to a bot that is logged on to my brother’s Twitter and Facebook account and would post the URL to his wall.

So, every time my brother viewed a web page containing porn, the URL of the page he is viewing is posted to his walls on Twitter and Facebook.

He never figured out why or how these posts were being made but now every time Thanksgiving comes around my father brings it up every time because he thought this was the funniest thing in the world. My father nor his friends will ever let him live this one down.”
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3. Pick On Me Because Of Our Family’s Past? Get 5 Years

“Before I begin the story, I would like to say that first and foremost, I regret nothing.

All throughout my time in school I had always been the shy, awkward, quiet kid. Might have some form of undiagnosed autism, not really sure. Anyway, I have never caused trouble with any teachers whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I was the teacher’s pet for quite a few of them. Till I came across Evil Eva that is.

My first run-in with this teacher and the first example of her singling me out was in 5th-grade Computer class. There was a large group of the other children in the class ahead of me and by the looks of her, I thought that she was going to be genuinely nice.

She had a sweet smile and looked happy to be there. Then she laid eyes on me, and that smile turned into a look of scorn.
During this first example of her abuse towards me, I was singled out from everyone else and made fun of because I had never used a computer before (poor family and this was going to be a constant theme in her berating me). This was a bit of light teasing, I will admit, but it progressively got worse as the year went on. Getting so bad to the point that if I got out of line even in the slightest little bit for any reason from not sitting properly to coughing or breathing too loud while she spoke, I would get sent to the detention hall for seemingly no apparent reason.

But it gets EVEN worse, it eventually got to the point where she was singling out not only me but everyone I was even remotely associated with. Further isolating the already shy quiet nervous kid I was. This eventually led to open ridicule and bullying by people I once called friends, much to Evil Eva’s delight.

The year ended, and I thought that surely moving into a separate building on campus would stop me from having to see her ever again. Boy, was I wrong. All the way up until I was almost out of high school, she transferred into each progressive grade seemingly just for the purpose of continuing her campaign against me.

This obviously started to have severe psychological effects on me. Everything from depression and self-harming to cope with the feelings I had deep inside. Me being the quiet reserved person I am, I never told anybody about any of this and just kept it to myself while putting on a brave face.

Now, I didn’t learn why she was singling me out till 8th grade. Turns out, my biological father who came back into the picture a couple of years prior to all this starting had an ex-wife with two kids I knew nothing about. I did some digging and found out I was the oldest of his kids, AND that Evil Eva was ex-wife’s sister.

I didn’t quite understand all of this at first… Then it hit me.

Yes, that’s right folks. I was hated for being born.

This realization devastated me. But just before I kicked the stool, I had an idea.

I remembered that my mom had an old voice recorder from when she caught an old boyfriend cheating.
For the next few years, gathering evidence against this putrid excuse for a person was the only thing that kept me sane. Everything and I mean everything. Detention slips with made up excuses. Voice recordings of her belittling me in front of my class. I even managed to get a clip – ON VIDEO – of her throwing an apple at me in her office and laughing it off like she was playing.

But thanks to her good standing in the school, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to paint her as the villain I knew she was unless I got her doing something truly despicable.

Then it happened.
Another rainy morning in April of my Sophomore year. I was walking to school like I usually did. I had just started a test recording like I usually did to double check my recorder was working when the b*itch herself came rolling up.

‘Hey, urchin!’

As soon as I heard those words I knew I had her. And I almost failed to keep my elation hidden.

‘Who the f*ck..?’

‘You’d best watch who you’re talking to you little sh*t! Or I’ll give you more to worry about then detention!’

‘Why do you do this!? What the hell did I ever do to you?’

‘You existed when your mother clearly should have swallowed, that’s what.

Now get in, I wanna make myself look good for picking up the homeless boy in the rain.’

We exchanged a few more stabs at each other and as soon as I reached for the door handle, she sped off, leaving me alone with my prized piece of evidence.

I stopped at the recording as soon as she was out of sight and began laughing madly to myself all the way to the school building. I was still chuckling all day long that day. Even during her usual tongue lashing, which upset her all the more. Didn’t matter, I had exactly what I needed.

And the next day I showed up to school a full two hours early, to make sure that I could meet the woman who was going to be my savior before her day got busy. School Superintendent Mrs. Caster.
With me, I had brought my binders of detention slips, notebooks detailing times and places where I was when the abuse would happen inside and outside of school, three flash drives worth of voice recordings and of the voice recorder itself with ‘your mother should’ve swallowed’ queued up and ready to play.

When Mrs. Caster arrived, I immediately broke down into rage-filled tears. It was at least 30 minutes before I was finally able to calm down enough to explain everything.

At first, she didn’t believe me, until I played the voice recording for her.

By far the sweetest part of this entire ordeal was watching the look of doubt on her face change to one of anger. Police were brought up to the school to take my statement and gather the evidence. I was sent home for the rest of the day and Mrs. Caster assured me that I wouldn’t have any makeup work to take care of when I got back the next day.

It was over. That sorry excuse for a human being got five years and lost her teacher’s license for good.

I transferred to another school out of state and haven’t looked back since. I’m 27 now. Healthy-ish. After a whole lot of self-healing and soul-searching, I managed to find a way to turn my negative experience into something that strengthens me. I have found a faith that suits me and what I already believed. I even managed to land a girlfriend of two years who I intend to wife soon. CaptnNuttSack
2. Don’t Want To Be Reasonable? Watch Your Event Go Under

“I worked for an events hire company. We supplied everything from AV to display stands, fencing, staging, etc.

So I worked with an organizer that was looking to host a Beer & Wine festival.

We had multiple meetings and provided far, far too many quotes and prices, but eventually, it paid off and she signed off to work with us!

Fast forward about 2 weeks later, I have had little contact from her which was very unusual. Out of the blue, she emails me saying that they had found a cheaper supplier (almost half the price!) and that we were ripping her off. If we didn’t void the contract and return the deposit, she would take legal action. Our prices were very fair and competitive with our main competition, so this really didn’t make sense at all as to why it would be so insanely cheap.

I’ve has this happen before and in my experience, it’s just best to let these organizers go, rip up the contract and return the deposit. If you force them to work with you, it becomes an absolute nightmare and just isn’t worth it in the long run as you work with these people for months leading up to the event.
The event was still a while away as well so I was confident I could fill in the spot with another.

Fast forward to only 3 days before the festival opens and I get a call from the organizer:

Organizer: ‘You have to help me! It’s Organizer!’

Me: ‘Uhhh sure, what’s up?’

Organizer: ‘The Supplier has arrived to install and the equipment is unusable! The marquees are ripped, displays can barely stand up, they didn’t bring any AV.

It’s a disaster!’

Me: ‘Okay, so before I go back to my team, are you needing everything we quoted you, right now?’

Organizer: ‘Yes! Everything!’

I go back to my team and although we had a bit on, we agreed we could supply what she needed in time, but would naturally need to charge a premium because it was really, REALLY late and meant serious overtime. We didn’t want to do it, but pulling her out would’ve made waves in our industry and bound to get good words in the right ears due to the festival’s size.

So I call back Organizer.
Me: ‘Organizer, I have great news! We can get down there later this afternoon and we will work non stop over the next 2 days to get this done for you.’

Organizer: ‘You are a lifesaver! Thank you all so much!’

Me: ‘Now we will require 90% upfront payment and you can pay the remaining 10% after the install is complete.

I will send you an invoice now, but please know the invoice will be a larger amount than before (approx 30% more due to overtime and just being late. Pretty standard for an event this size).’

Organizer: ‘But we had a contract. We have a set amount. You need to honor that.’

Me: ‘You made us rip it up and threaten a lawsuit if we made you stick to it. Those are the prices. No other company in this city would be able to deliver what you are asking this late in the game. The price is the price, you can take it or leave it.’

Organizer: ‘THIS IS CRAZY! WE HAD A CONTRACT!’ *throws some nasty words my way or how we are useless and going to get sued*

Me: ‘You have 2 hours to let me know if you want to move ahead, otherwise the stock will not be available.

Goodbye.’

Long story short. She never called back and went ahead with the other supplier. The festival was a disaster. She had also charged independent mobile food vendors and retailers to be at this festival and charged them a premium for each spot.
The vendors constantly lost power, water and had 0 support during the show. So they naturally took her to court for their money back as they lost money attending the festival. She had to pay back all the businesses that had purchased a spot at the festival through a court order and lost her business. Then she tried to sue us and blame us for the whole catastrophe, but it didn’t go far.

Before you say it’s sad she lost her lively hood, firstly, she should have canned that event there and then. It doesn’t take an organizer to see this was in no way going to be successful. Secondly, we found out through industry people that she has done this before, but got away with it. So eff her. She tried to personally sue me as well. Which didn’t go far either, but still wasted a lot of my time.’ Source
1. Abuse Me My Entire Life? Watch Your Life Burn To The Ground

“I started out life in poverty living with my parents in a house that had some wooden floors and mostly dirt floors.

My mother has a long list of mental issues and my father was an alcoholic but thankfully not the abusive type. My sister and I were taken from our home when I was 7 and she was 4. We got placed in the foster care system in Kentucky.

The Foster Family

The foster home we went to was run by a woman we’ll call Linda and she was a widow. Her husband had passed away in the 80s. She had 4x sons and 1x daughter. Her youngest son we’ll call Jay was still living with her because he had fallen from a truck when he was a kid and damaged his skull.

This caused him to have a learning disability and he couldn’t read or write and at the time of me living with them, he was about 26 years old. Her other son Chase was the oldest and he was a plumber. Another son is Dean and he owned five large farms and ran a grocery store. The fourth son was Cody and he died in the 80s from being shot. Her only daughter was Sandy and she was very kind to us.
The Beginning

When we entered the foster care system it was a really scary time for us and I’ll never forget the screams of our parents as they ripped us from our home.

Because we didn’t have running water and electricity the old barn converted into a house wasn’t suitable for children according to our social worker. When I first arrived I had broken my wrist and had my arm in a cast. The first thing we did was go shopping for clothes as I didn’t bring any with me. When we return from shopping I put my things away and was then given a trash bag and told to go outside and not come back in until all of the loose trash was picked up. Just to let you know now, this was more of a work camp instead of a loving and caring home.

While I was picking up trash, Jay was in the swimming pool they had beside the home. He yelled for me to come to him and he asked me if I wanted to swim. I told him I didn’t know how to swim and I can’t because of my obvious broken arm. He then grabbed me and tossed me into the pool and I screamed for help. I really felt like I was going to die that day. He took his time but jumped in and pulled me out. He told me to stop crying as if I would have drowned no one would have cared because I didn’t matter.

I remember his words like it was yesterday. When I finally got to bed that night I couldn’t sleep and I cried the whole night missing my parents. Little did I know this was just the beginning of a hard 12 years of life to come.
Being told that you were worthless; didn’t matter to anyone; you’ll never be anything; was commonly said from Jay and Linda as they used that to demoralize the kids. They treated all of the foster kids this way and would tell us we are lucky to be living with them as this is the only way we wouldn’t be in jail or dead.

They told us if we ever left we would end up in and out of jail because we are just as worthless as our parents. Anytime any of the kids wanted to do any after-school event or even play sports they would tell them they don’t matter or will never be anything so why waste the time now. I was also threatened to be put into a boy’s home away from my sister if I ever told anyone about how Linda treated us. At a young age, you don’t know any better sadly and you’re too scared to think otherwise.

All of the boys worked on Dean’s farms and we didn’t get to bed until about 11 PM.

We got up every morning at 4A M to do farm work with feeding cows, chickens, and pigs. After we finished our work in the morning, we had to quickly scramble to get cleaned up for school as the bus arrived at 6:20ish AM every day. You never had time to do any school work after you got home because you had to eat and then get back outside. It made passing classes in school really hard because I only had the bus ride home to get my homework done. Dean had lots of tobacco farms and as you can image, he was doing really well for himself because he had free labor all year long.

Raising tobacco isn’t an easy job by any means and it’s even harder when you’re just a kid. This kind of life went on for the whole time I was at the home and nothing ever got better.
Remember that this foster home keeps boys and girls from all walks of life. Also, remember that Linda’s 20-something son Jay lives with her as well. One night I was up going to the bathroom when I could hear faint crying. The crying was coming from the girl’s room and I went to find out what was wrong. I opened the door to find Jay having sexual relations with a girl that was about 16 years old or so.

I ran to tell Linda and he quickly ran out of the room after me. All of the noise woke Linda up and Jay told her the caught me sneaking into the girl’s room. At this point, I’m about ten years old or so and I try to explain to her what happened. She told me I’m telling lies and I should be ashamed of myself. She told me Jay would never do such a thing and I was in serious trouble tomorrow. I talked with the girl on the school bus the next morning and she said it was her idea to hook up.

She told me she had been flirting with him and she was hungry for it. I told her I was going to tell the social workers and she said if I did, she would claim it never happened. When I did get home I was punished to clean out this old crappy garbage bin they have behind the home and it was full of loose garbage from bags getting ripped. The garbage bin was built of wood pallets and it was really large. They refused to give me any gloves to pick up the trash and as you might know, trash normally has food in it too.

Of course, all of this is rotten and full of maggots. It took me about six hours to clean it out.
Later that week when we went to the social worker’s office for our visitation with my parents I told the social worker what happened to the girl and she pulled me into a private room to talk about it. I told her everything that was happening and she told me she’ll stop by tomorrow after we get home from school for a surprise visit. What I found out later in life is that the social workers in my county hated conflict and paperwork, so they would always give the foster homes a heads up on visits.

The next day when we arrived home, her car was sitting in our driveway. When I walked in she took the girl out to her car to have a talk. While the social worker was away, Linda tells me she knows what I’ve done and I’m going to wish I had never opened my mouth. The social worker comes back with the girl and sits in the living room with Linda, Jay, me and all of the other foster kids. She goes on to tell us the importance of telling the truth and makes an example out of me. She told the other kids not to tell lies like I do as it causes un-needed stress and issues for everyone.

After she left Linda told me she’s going to make me pay for this and it might not be today but one day (remember this phrase).
Getting Adopted and Physical Abuse

When I turned 16 I had been in the foster care system for about 8 years and my parents finally signed us over to the state. My social worker told me she’s going to place us in line to be adopted and we will be visiting with new parents in the following weeks. I was very heart broken but I was also excited as I couldn’t wait to get away from Linda and her family.

Weeks go by and we never get to visit anyone and I started to get worried. One day Linda comes to school to pick us up and tells us we are getting adopted today! I was really confused because we hadn’t met with anyone. We arrive at the social worker’s office and go in with Linda. We go into a room where my parents are and paperwork is on the table. Because I was 16, I had to sign paperwork stating that I understood what was going on. The social worker tells me Linda is going to adopt us and I start crying on the spot.

I tell them I would rather be dead than to be adopted by her and the social worker told me she understands my anger because I hate to obey rules. She was convinced that I was hating Linda because I was a rebel and the normal teenager who hated following rules at this age. I told her that’s not true and she said she knows it to be true and she doesn’t want to hear me tell any more lies. My parents are both crying and they have already signed the paperwork weeks ago. Linda signs hers and I refused to sign mine.

The social worker told me if I don’t sign it, it doesn’t change anything as I’ll still be adopted by Linda.
On the way home from the social worker’s office Linda looks up in the mirror and gives me a long gaze that I’ll never forget. She then says, ‘I told you one day you’ll pay for what you’ve done and that day has arrived.’ I felt chills run down my spine and I was really in complete shock. Even as I type this out now I still get that same chill running down my spine and I can see her eye’s glaring at me in the mirror.

Now that she adopted me and my sister we were no longer protected by the foster care system. With foster kids, you’re not allowed to lay a hand on them to discipline them and now that we are adopted that’s out the window. Now, more abuse starts that we never had before. Now when Linda gets mad she would throw things at me, hit me with coffee cups, remote controls, chairs or anything else she could get her hands on. Jay then began to beat me like I was a man when I talked back to him or not doing what he said the second he said it.

At this point, I felt broken and alone. My sister was treated like a princess and it’s because she arrived at the home when she was 4, so she only knows Linda as her only parent and always did what she commanded. My sister at the time had no real understanding of who Linda was and how awful her family was. My sister was over the moon about being adopted and having Linda’s last name. My sister was basically brainwashed into thinking Linda could do no wrong and that I was just a troublemaker. I felt like I had lost the only family I had, she was my everything and I sacrificed so much because I never wanted to be separated from her.

My grand plan in life was to turn 18 and go live with my parents away from Linda and her family. It wasn’t long after I was adopted that my father was diagnosed with cancer in his throat. I was crushed by this news as my father was my hero. I was only with my parents until the age of 7, but they truly loved us and provided for us the best they could. My parents had never raised a hand to us growing up and treated us with the love kids need. My sister and I had monthly visits with our parents while in foster care and never missed any of them.

We would get dropped off at the social worker’s office where our parents would walk with us to the local park and play. They didn’t have a car or anything and used a local program for people in poverty to get access to transpiration. We had a local program ran by the county that would pick people up and drive them to the grocery store, doctor visits, and court. It was like Uber but it was limited as to where they would take you and how often.
My uncle is helping my parents the most that he can and he takes my father for all of this chemo treatments.

He is also coming to Linda’s to pick us up to go and see my parents. At this point, we’re doing home visits with my parents as it’s not easy for my father to travel. My father has been fighting with cancer for a little over a year at this point. One day, we are home for a visit with my father and he’s in really bad shape. While he was gone for a chemo treatment someone broke into his house and stole all of his pain medication. My uncle tried to get the medication refilled and was turned away because they didn’t have a police report.

My father knew who stole the pills and didn’t want to turn him in as cops to poor people is the enemy. I was in art class and was called to the front office to take a call. My uncle had called to tell me my father tried to kill himself and he’s being transported to the hospital. He told me he was on his way to pick me and my sister up to go see him.
My father lasted a few days and passed away from his liver shutting down. I was able to see him before he died and he could squeeze my hand to let me know he could understand me.

I made sure to tell him how much I loved him and I promise to make him proud. I’m telling this part of the story because of how Linda and her family treated me afterward. They told me that deadbeats like my father are lazy people who draw a check every month paid for by working people. They said it’s a good thing he’s dead and now my mother needs to drop dead as she draws a check too. They told me this on the way home from the hospital! I sit in the main back of the van in silence and not shedding a tear.

I was no longer going to let them control me and keep me down. I made a promise to myself that I will do everything in my power to be better than them and one day I would show them what my pain feels like. My father passed away on October 25th, 12 days before I would turn 18 on Nov 7th. My mother was soon after awarded to the state and placed into a nursing home due to her mental issues.
Making It on My Own

The day after we put my father to rest, I started working with my uncle painting barns and sealing driveways.

When I lived with my parents I missed too much school when I was in the first grade and failed. So getting out of high school I would be 19 years old. I had plans to go to Houston TX and learn underwater welding as that’s where the money was. My uncle was paying me even on days we didn’t find any work to make sure I had enough money to make it on my own. I had saved up about $1,200 and graduated high school. My uncle had paid a driver to take me and Linda down to TX. Linda had to go with me because I was under the age of 25 and she had to sign paper work stating she wouldn’t be helping me with any student loans.

We set out for TX and we are driving her van as my uncle’s truck had broken down the day before and he only had his huge work truck that wouldn’t be feasible to take. We get about 4 hours into the trip and Linda is getting frustrated. She told us she’s tired of being in the van and she no longer wants to do this. She orders the driver to pull over in the next city. He does as she says because it’s her van and she kicks me out onto a sidewalk. I have a bag of cloths and $1,200 in my pocket.

They then take off and I watch them drive away and I keep watching for a few moments to make sure they are not coming back.
I felt a relief sensation rush over my body, I’m free! I’m finally free! Of course, this isn’t where I wanted to be at as 4 hours south of Kentucky isn’t TX at all. I picked up my bag and walked up to the sidewalk and I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do. I could get a bus ticket and make my way down to TX but I don’t have the first idea where a bus station is.

Please understand that I had never been outside of my home town before this. I had never even met a person of any other race before. All I’ve ever done was go to school and work on a farm. I had no real education and hardly made it out of school.

I come across a school in a shopping center and I decided to check it out. The school isn’t even around today and was shut down because it was a for-profit school that gave you no value, and of course, I had no idea at the time. I walk in and talked with the front desk about getting info on the school.

She sends me to talk with a lady in admissions and I explain to her my situation. She tells me how I can get funding to go here and how she can get my housing tonight. They had a school housing program where they would put four students in a two bedroom apartment. She had me forge Linda’s signature on the paperwork about financial aid. I go to this two-year college and get an Associates Degree in Computer Science. I start working for a major computer company right out of college. I save every dime I can and only spend money when I need to.

I buy my first truck with cash a year after starting at my job.
My Second Revenge

I was still keeping tabs on my sister back in Kentucky. At this point, my sister is about to get married and I’m going to walk her down the aisle at the church Linda always took us to growing up. Please understand that Linda is a big figure at her church and well respected, this is important to understand for later. I drive up the weekend of the wedding and get a hotel room about an hour outside of where we grew up. My sister’s best friend in the world (and that’s even true today) calls me.

We’ll call her KB. She tells me that my sister’s fiance is abusive to her and she wants to call the wedding off but Linda told her she couldn’t and not to embarrass her at the church. Linda knows that he’s abusive to my sister and has told her she needs to obey him as he will be her husband.
On the day of the wedding, I walk my sister down the aisle like normal. The pastor does his thing and says some words and what not then comes the part where he asks if anyone thinks they shouldn’t be married they must speak now.

This is where I stand up and say, ‘I object to my sister being married to an abusive drunk.’ You could hear a pin drop for a moment and Linda’s face is blood red. I then go on to say how Linda had known about the abuse and told my sister she was going to get married no matter what and not to ’embarrass her”‘here today. Linda then loudly exclaims that I’m a known liar and everyone knows they can’t believe a word I say. The pastor at this point asks me to please leave and my sister spoke up for me.

Telling everyone that what I had said was the truth and we ran out of the church together. KB was later removed from the church management and asked to please not come back to the church as they don’t believe in abuse (I know what you’re thinking). Oh man, I wish I could have been in the pastor’s office to hear this conversation and to see the look on her face. After all of this happened my sister moved in with KB where she would later meet her husband.
The Final Revenge

It had been about 7 years now from the wedding crash.

I’m now married and I have a house of my own and living a great life. My sister had married a real man who treats her right and they have a great little girl together. KB is now working at the county courthouse and does a lot of work with properties and taxes. She calls me one day to tell me Linda’s property tax is way behind and they didn’t get the tax lien lifted and now they will have a tax deed sale of the property. I knew this was my time to strike and pay them back for a fraction of the pain they had caused me.

I show up at the auction and the only other person to show up was Jay and his wife.

When he noticed me he turned pale and then tried to be all buddy-buddy with me. I was very friendly and he asked me why I’m here. I tell him it’s to help keep the property in the family (the property had been in the family for more than 100 years) and I had no problem helping out. I let him know if I get ownership I’ll pay the taxes for them so they won’t need to worry about this being a problem ever again.

His brother Dean had given him the money needed to purchase the property back so he had cash with him to pay for the taxes and fees. I told him to keep the cash and let them know you took care of the taxes. So the bidding starts at a little over $2,000 because of the back due taxes and fees. I bid on it and Jay doesn’t. I easily win and now have instant ownership of the propriety. I go down the courthouse with Jay and I finish all of the paperwork with KB.
Linda had fallen behind on the property taxes because she was giving the money to Jay to pay it.

Well, it turns out Jay is what we call a ‘pill head’ and was using the money to buy drugs. Linda didn’t keep foster kids anymore because of her age she wasn’t allowed to so they didn’t have any money coming in besides disability and SSI. When I arrived at the house, I told Linda how I regret being a horrible child and now that I’m older I’ve grown out of it. I let her know how much of a mother she was to me when I didn’t have one and that I was here to pay her back. I told her now that I own the property she’ll never need to worry about property taxes ever again.

I let her know I’m going to remodel her house but she can’t live in it at the same time. I told her this works out because I won the bid so the county would automatically evict them. Linda is a person who thinks we’ve never been to the moon, so tricking her into believing me was easy.

She told me she could stay at Dean’s house while I’m remodeling hers and she was very excited. I told her not to worry about any of the belongings they have as I’ll make sure they are covered up and moved when needed. I tell her a lawyer will be sending some paperwork over to her in a few days.

I then hire a lawyer to do an ejectment of Linda and Jay from the property. I don’t know if I could have done this a different way, but this was the advice I was given at the time. It took about two months for everything to be fully mine and them evicted. With them evicted and all the belongings still in the house past 30 days, I now own all of it.
I got in contact with the local fire department to find out what I needed to do in order to burn a house down on my property. They informed me that it has to be a controlled burn.

I’ll need a permit to close off the road as the home sits near a public road and I had to have the water shut off and the power disconnected. The water was easy but it took a while for the power because they had to remove all the wires running to the pole and remove the transformer. The fire department gave me a date and time I was allowed to do the burning and I coordinated with the sheriff’s office to close the road. I got my permit from the city and now I just had to sit and wait.

On the day of the great fire, I prep the house with lots of straw inside and I made sure to take all of the doors down and open all of the windows as I wanted this to burn as fast as possible. I go to Dean’s house to visit Jay and Linda. I told them I wanted to take them out by the old oak tree for lunch. This tree was in a field across the road from the home. When we worked on the farm we would eat lunch in the summer under the shade of this tree. Linda is in a wheelchair and Jay has a bad back so he doesn’t move around too well and almost needs a wheelchair.

I drop them off and I tell them to enjoy the snacks and I’ll be right back as I’m going to set fire to the old stuff I ripped out of the house. It’s really common for people where we live to burn trash. I called the fire department to let them know I was going to start the fire and made sure they had the address. I met with the officers closing the road off let them know I was about to begin and they might encounter some family members trying to get by them and not to let them.

I then went behind and started fires from under the house with packed straw. I’m standing beside them while they eat and chat with me about life and what I’ve been doing with my career. It’s not too long before the fire starts to peek around the sides of the home. They start screaming about the fire and we need to call 911. This is when I told them I had the road closed and the fire department already knew that I was going to burn my house down on my property. I told them what they are seeing is just a fraction of the pain they had caused me over the course of my life and I want them to know what a fraction of my pain feels like as I could never fully make them understand.

At this point, Jay is trying to call his brothers and I reminded him I have the road closed and they can’t get by. It takes less than 20 minutes for the house to collapse into a heap of junk. The whole time I’m watching them as they sit and sob. Jay tries to fight me and I would just move away from him as he’s high and can’t really move well anyway. About 30 minutes pass and the fire is gone with just smoke and embers glowing. I get in my car and drive back home knowing that they have now lost almost everything they have.

They didn’t lose as much as I have, but it was the closest thing to it.
Closing

Linda passed away in 2010 and Jay lives with this wife in an old trailer somewhere. I still own the property today and refuse to sell it to anyone because I don’t want them to ever have the chance of owning the property again. I go back every year to check on the property to make sure they haven’t moved a trailer on it or something on my land. From my understanding, I haven’t talked to any of them and never plan to.If you can help anyone that you know that’s being abused please, please help them get help.” Citrow
Whoa now.

How’s that for some seriously plotted, schemed and deliberate revenge served a la pro-style? Does the punishment fit the crime? Were these too intense or perfectly suited? Tell us if you’ve ever hatched an act of revenge like this!