Brilliant Stories Of Sweet Sweet Revenge
All these brilliant stories below come courtesy of r/pettyrevenge.
1. Revenge is a dish best served cold:
I live in New Jersey and we just had a snowstorm, so I thought I could make some quick cash by shovelling driveways. So I start off and do a couple of houses and make about $80 (pretty good money for me).
So I go to this house and this lady says that she will give $50 for shovelling her driveway and sidewalk, so I start and finish about 20 minutes later. I go up to the door and knock, but she won’t open, so I go to the back door and knock. She still doesn’t open. Then I see her looking at me through the window, but she quickly turns away and pretends like nothing happened.
At this point I realize that I just got tricked into doing a $h*t ton of work and I’m not getting paid. I start to walk home all p*s$$d off and then remember that my friend who lived down the street has one of those machines that clear snow. (Let the revenge begin.)
I borrow it from him and run down to her house. I turn it on and blast that snow that I shovelled and some more all on her yard. Then she rushes outside and starts yelling at me, but I return the machine to my friend’s house and go home.
From Redditor u/superpotato95:
Upgrade to first class carriage:
I was traveling from Edinburgh to London by train and had a booked window seat with a table. I got on the train to find four guys sitting at the table. The one in my seat that was clearly marked as booked refused to move as he was with his friends and the train was packed. The ticket [collector] passed and I asked him to help.
He asked the guy to move, but he refused, and somehow that was that.
“So what now?” I asked.
“You can find another seat but I have no power to move him; only the police can move him and they will not turn up just to move someone out of a seat.”
There were no seats free in the carriage, and probably not many free on the train, so standing to London was a possibility.
“I’m going to take a seat in first class” – better surroundings, power sockets, and free tea and coffee.
“You can’t sit there; you don’t have a booking.
“Well, you could call the police to move me, but apparently they won’t turn out to move someone out of a seat.”
I had a lovely trip with power for my laptop and a wide comfy seat.
From Redditor u/Magnus_40:
Just Sit Back And Enjoy The Ride:
I was riding on an Uber Pool this morning when an incredibly inconsiderate individual got in the passenger seat. He pulled out his phone and started watching videos at full volume and blasting music.
“Do you happen to have headphones?” I asked.
“No, why would I need headphones?” he responded.
“Because you’re in a car with other people and it’s a considerate thing to do not to force everyone else to listen to your videos and music?”
“That sounds like a you problem,” he replies, going back to watching his video.
So I pulled out my phone and blasted “Baby Shark” from the backseat for the remainder of the ride. If he turned around or got upset, well, that’s a you problem.
From Redditor u/campbellcns
There is no such thing as too much glitter:
… A couple of weeks before I got married, my [fiance] got an apartment for us. He gave his mom a spare key in case of emergencies ONLY. A few days later, she used the spare key to let several of his siblings “decorate” for his birthday. All they did is throw tiny confetti all over the apartment. I was P*SSED because it was a real pain… to clean up.
Fast forward to Christmas that year. I decided it was time to get my revenge. I had hand-painted a dozen wooden nutcrackers about 4 inches tall for my MIL as her Christmas gift. I got a large appliance box to “wrap” her gift in. I added several large bags of finely shredded paper, and 5 POUNDS of the finest glitter on the market. I put the nutcrackers throughout the mix and wrapped it up.
When it was time to open the gift, I encouraged my 3-year-old brother-in-law to “help” unwrap and find her gift. Shredded paper and glitter was thrown all over the room as he happily climbed into the box to find everything. It was GLORIOUS! She knew right away why I did it and glared at me.
They were still finding glitter in the house five years later when they moved out!
From Redditor u/Lifesucks2day
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