Someone had posted about people parking too
close to them in garages and it reminded me of this story. I think it fits here. I was at the grocery store a few years ago
with my then-infant, whose car seat was located in the seat behind the driver. When I got back with my groceries, some dildo
had parked their car so close to mine that I could barely squeeze through, let alone
manage my way with my baby's car seat. So, I took down the license plate number and
car info and went back into the store and asked to speak to the manager. I said I was concerned because "the car had
smoke coming out of its hood but no one was around." The manager put a call out on the intercom
with the car info and the apparent fire under the hood. I went back outside and watched as a woman
ran out like a bat outta heck to check on her car. I asked if she was okay and she said she thought
her car was on fire. I said "oh how strange. Good thing it isn't! Hey, while you're here, mind moving your car
so I can get to my side? You're parked a little close." She was apologetic and did (still fazed by
the announcement, probably). I'd like to think that she realized later
on that it was probably me who put in the fake announcement, lol. This feels like a petty revenge to me, and
wanted to share. Few years ago I went through a divorce. It ended because he was cheating on me, and
still denies it (the AP and him were married and had a baby less than a year after our
divorce, so you tell me lol). He was also emotionally abusive. To be fair, he has a lot of mental health
problems. And I hope he’s doing better, just as long
as I’m not around him. A few years before that, though, we moved
my grandmother from another state to live with us so I could care for her. My grandfather had passed about 2 years before
that. One of the things he left behind was this
very pretty glass mixer and shot glasses (like what you’d see at a bar to mix drinks) that
had some gold decorations on it. My grandmother didn’t care if she kept it,
so my ex asked if he could have them. She said yes. I really like them too, and they belonged
to my grandfather and that means a lot to me. I was very close to my grandfather, and his
passing was very hard on all of us. Everyone loved him, even my ex loved him. Anyways, when we got divorced he came and
got a lot of his stuff. He asked me to pack some of it, so he wouldn’t
be in my home longer than necessary. He then asked me to pack the mixer and glasses. At first I said sure, but the more I thought
about it, the less I wanted him to have them. They were my grandfathers, they are very fragile
and packing them would have to be done carefully and they could still break if one wasn’t
careful—and tbh I don’t trust him to not break them on accident. So I kept ‘forgetting’ as I had no way
to pack them properly. Inevitably, he had gotten 99% of his stuff
and it was basically understood that everything left was mine. And I never packed them. He had asked me a couple of times, and I made
excuses. Been 4 years and they are still proudly displayed
in my home. Way I see it, it’s payment for what he put
me through and imho they were more mine than his. Petty? I think so, absolutely. But oh well, I’m content. This is something that I’ve been told is
super petty by some friends. For reference I have a really bad relationship
with my mother. Not to get into here. Ive always tried my best to avoid her but
my grandparents (who raised me) are very old, and traditional, and believe in the whole
“she’s your mother we just have to love her and care for her and forgive her.” Words that I’ve taken almost exactly from
their mouths. I got my license when I was well into being
16. She didn’t help at all with my hours. She didn’t want to help me at all. The only thing she did was take me to the
DMV but I did everything myself, and my grandparents payed for it. My mother has always been a terrible driver,
and gets really nervous on highways. She’s an even worse passenger. She is the worst passenger I have ever had,
or seen in my life. She has always had the rule that the driver
gets to choose the music in the car. This resulted in me listening to butt songs
that I grew up hating, and being told to suck it up. I grew up with a taste in different music
than what I was forced to listen to that she, unfortunately, knew and like some those songs
too. The first time I drove in a car with my mother
she was rude, very unnecessary scared to be my passenger (ei slamming on invisible second
breaks, screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs, hitting me and making passes
for the steering wheel). It made me mad as I already had my license,
and everyone including her had told me that I was a really good driver. We were driving through the mountains so there
was no radio. On the way back down the mountain I was playing
music from my phone plugged into the car and I could hear her singling along. My mother thinks that she’s an amazing singer
who could have been famous in another life, and that her voice is one of the best around
to be heard. It is not. So when I realized she was singing along with
my song I got mad and skipped it. It caused her to let out a little “aww”
and slouch a little. That made me very happy. So the entire ride any song that she started
humming, singing, tapping her fingers with, anything at all, I would skip it. It made her very annoyed and sad, but it was
doing wonders for my mood. So I kept skipping songs, and it got to the
point where any song that I knew, she knew I would skip just for the fun of it. She tried to bring it up and I countered with
the fact that my entire life she said that the driver gets to pick the music, and she
can’t change her own rules now. That made her very mad, and me very happy. Ever since it’s been something I do with
her, and only her, anytime she says something annoying in the car, or makes me mad, or is
just a bad passenger. It doesn’t happen very often as I’m an
adult now and try my best to avoid her in literally every situation, but when it does
happen it makes my day. Pretty basic. Spent the night with a friend who just had
a baby we were all woken up by her neighbor standing outside blasting old gospel in his
yard at 5 am. Mama and baby went to see her mom who can't
travel, and I stayed to clean up her house for her. The entire time I blasted stuff like Avenged
Sevenfold, Black Veil Brides, Disturbed, Motionless In White and Five Fingsr Death Punch. All the doors and windows wide open so mister
5 am gospel hour got no peace. He came out and glared several times but never
said anything. Pretty sure I scared the heck out of him,
but that's what you get for waking up a new mama and her 5 day old baby. At work last week my boss and coworker kept
asking for progress on getting a quote for our customer. I was waiting for various suppliers to reach
out with information and kept replying “no movement.” After a dozen asks between the two of them
I decided to be proactive with updating. Every 5-10 minutes I would interrupt the silence
and say “no movement.” After an hour my boss said: “oKay.” I responded: “Just keeping you both updated.” I continued to update them for hours until
we got the quote prepared and sent off to the customer. I witnessed this happen when I was younger
and my parents and I still joke about this incident to this day. This was actually revenge that my dad got
on this lady. So for background we used to have a neighbor
who hosted a “religious studies” class next door. This wouldn’t be a problem except she herself
admitted that it was more of a glorified babysitting service out of her house. That is irrelevant here though. There was this specific mom who would constantly
come to pick her kid up 30 minutes early and let her 5 year old run on our yard in front
of our house. Besides the obvious safety concerns with the
kid climbing our tree and is not knowing this family, the kid had a tendency to walk up
to our dining room window and terrorize our dog through the glass. My dad went out one day and asked her to stop
letting her kid on our property and politely informed her there was a playground within
sight of our house that was for the community. She apologized and my dad went back in the
house. Not 5 minutes later she let her kid go back
onto our front yard and her kid continued the terrorizing of our dog. My dad again went out and more sternly asked
her to leave, this time pointing out her child was making our dog freak out through the window. She apologized but once my dad went inside
she let her kid continue once again. My dad had enough and decided this was an
perfect opportunity to water our lawn. She was pretty upset because her phone got
wet and her kid was upset because he got wet too. She nor her kid did not touch our property
again. This story takes place 8 years ago when I
was a sophomore in highschool. Some background I have always been extremely
artistic and put in a lot of effort for any school art project. I've have won multiple competitions and when
ever the teacher needed to use someone's art project as an example they'd often use mine. I was in no way academically gifted and scraped
by most of the time in everything other than art so I took a lot of pride in being creative
even if it was just drawing a map in history or cell examples in science. Other teens knew me as the chick who's good
at art and usually left me alone, except when someone wanted me to do their work. This was one of those times with a girl named
Hannah. Hannah was part of the popular crowd and would
spend a good portion of class goofing around with the other kids in her group. On a few occasions I overheard them call me
OCD and a try hard but always brushed it off as jealousy. The project we were working on was a colored
pencil drawing of buildings to show linear perspective. I had drawn two buildings with an alleyway
between them leading to another street, and on the wall of the alleyway I had drawn graffiti
of random swirls that were dripping from the bottom in multiple colors. I guess Hannah had seen the graffiti and liked
it because she came up to me with her paper and asked me to put graffiti on the side of
one of her buildings too. I said no multiple times but she kept asking
and saying that she wouldn't know how to draw it at an angle and that mine looks sooo good. Eventually I said fine and she gave me the
paper and tried to walk off but I stopped her and asked what she wanted graffitied on
it, words or a shape or something specific, but she said she didn't care then left. After sitting there for a moment wishing I
just hadn't agreed I looked up online photos of graffiti thinking I would just copy a simple
one and be done with it. One of the top images was of a brick wall
with DEEZ NUTS spray painted on it and I, feeling a bit petty, decided to go with it. So on the side of her building in dark blue
I drew DEEZ NUTS in large graffiti bubble letters complete with a dripping bottom. Not gonna lie it looked good and my friends
who were sitting around me thought it was hilarious when I showed them. I went to her seat to give it to her but she
was at another table hanging out with her friends so I just left it upside down at her
spot and went back to mine. I guess she went back to her seat and saw
it because the next thing I knew our teacher came over to my seat with Hannah in tow. She asked if I had drawn the graffiti and
when I said I did she asked why. I explained what happened, that Hannah asked
for graffiti and when I asked what she wants she said she didn't care, so I went online
saw the DEEZ NUTS photo and went with that. She asked why I specifically wrote DEEZ NUTS
and I got out my phone to show her the image I found online and that it's not a swear word
so I thought it be fine, and I specifically asked what she wanted it to say but she didn't
care. Hannah didn't say anything and just stood
there looking shocked while our teacher looked both amused and disappointed but eventually
just said ok and went back to her desk with Hannah. They talked a little before Hannah went back
to where her friends were sitting, not looking my way for the rest of the class period. Nothing really came from this other than Hannah
purposefully ignoring me in any class we had and some of her girl friends giving me the
side eye whenever they were near me. I work as an electrician in a major metropolitan
area. Many years ago I was part of a big crew working
on a years long project for a multinational’s pet food brand. Factory, Research, offices, etc. One building was for research and development. Because this was essentially a lab, it had
tons of dedicated circuits, which are where one outlet is fed by one breaker in the panel. Because of this we were pulling tons of wire
thru conduits. Full days spent spent pulling bundles from
point A to point B. Of course all the other trades were working
on their own things as well, and we all got along fine, except for the floor guys. They would plug a radio in and crank it up
while they worked. Most days nobody minded, but when we are doing
wire pulls you need to be able to hear the guy at the other end of the pipe. Basically they have to pull when you feed,
and you need to be able to shout “stop!” or “ok!” etc. So we asked nicely if the floor guys could
turn the music off, or at least down, while we were doing this. They refused. I remember one guy saying “we gotta have
our jams man! We can’t work without them.” An old timer I worked with, I’ll call Ollie,
was cool but took no crap. And he hatched a plan. The floor guys plugged their radio into the
same plug every day. Ollie had me find which circuit controlled
that plug. And told me to get there a little early the
next morning. So I did. The next morning Ollie had the 277 volt panel
opened up as well as the 120 volt panel that fed the plug the floor guys used. And we jumpered a wire from the 277 volt panel
to the plug they used for their radio. Basically feeding more than twice as much
electricity to that outlet. My job was to watch them and let Ollie know
when they had tried to turn their radio on (and to make sure no one else tried to use
that plug.) A few minutes go by and the floor guys show
up. Plug their radio in and turn it on. No sound comes out but some smoke sure does. I high tail it back to the electrical room
and Ollie and I quickly put everything back to normal. A couple minutes later one of the floor guys
finds us and tells us that plug isn’t working. Ollie grabs a corded drill and heads over
to it. Plugs it and fires up the drill and says “seems
like it’s working fine. Maybe your radio is busted?” And as he heads back I hear him say “let’s
see if you can’t work without your freaking jams…” We finished our wire pulls in blessed silence
and that radio never worked again. My then-girlfriend and I lived in a house
with very sloppy and rude people. There were a lot of us, and one fridge didn’t
cut it. My girlfriend bought a used fridge out of
pocket so that she could store her and my food, with the understanding that if there
was room, others could share. Typical them, they took it over and again,
hardly any fridge space for us. After a series of conflicts, they voted us
off the island and we scrambled to move. We didn’t have room for the fridge in our
next place, but we did have one thing- the knowledge of which breaker it was connected
to. These are people who couldn’t duct tape
a brick to a stick, they would not be investigating the breaker panel. I don’t think they even knew where it was. So, once the truck was packed, a quick visit
to the breaker panel and goodbye to $100’s worth of their food. About six years ago, my former partner of
six years and I broke up, and I started to realise all of the things I had normalised
were actually abuse. Instances of gas lighting were all too prevalent
(even one instance where she gaslit me about what gaslighting even was), financial (she
could spend what she wanted, I had to ask permission), even limiting time that I spent
with my family and my best mate. There was more, but that's enough of that. After we broke up, I realised that money I
had continued to place into our joint account wasn't going to the mortgage as promised,
but was going to shopping, paying for her new partner (who, it turned out, was on the
scene months before we split...and wasn't the first!) and payments to her lawyer. When I found this out, I called the finance
company handling our mortgage and told them I would no longer be making payments. I told them they could sieze the house if
they wanted, but my half of the payments would cease immediately until I had recouped the
money stolen, roughly five months worth of payments. They said I couldn't do that. I told them to watch me. Soon after that, when the debt letters and
dishonours started, the texts, phone calls, and voice mails from her started....I ignored
every one. Two months in, I heard her car broke down
badly because she couldn't afford to maintain it. Not long after that, she filed for bankruptcy. A month later, she moved out and I got my
house back. I cleaned it up, changed the locks, got my
mortgage back in front....and recently my wife and I sold it for a tidy little profit. She got nothing. Not a dollar, not a dime. She has no usable credit rating, and my wife
and I are debt free with a deposit on our new home. Feels good. I cannot believe I accidentally deleted my
previous post. I was trying to remove a comment and apparently
I'm not very savvy with Reddit on my mobile. To start again...My older brother is a sociopath
who used to hold me down when I had a loose tooth and rip it out with a pliers. My parents always considered me sensitive
for some reason. Fast forward 20 years. My wife and SIL used to work at the same facility,
but SIL got fired. SIL still has moles planted to keep her current
on the gossip that occurs. I happen to also work at the same facility
and got wind of some terrible rumors that were going around about my wife. Of course spread by SIL because she's the
type of person to stir the pot and encourage my brother's hairpin temper. After 20 years of this I finally got tired
and sent a group text to brother and SIL basically calling them out for spreading rumors and
that it's time to let go of a place you were fired from years ago. Everyone in life was always afraid of confrontation
with him, so he got used to not having any repercussions for his actions. Brother is first to answer back and basically
says the worst things a human could say. My wife suffered from severe postpartum depression
and he used that to call her a "Crapy mother." She has extreme mom guilt over this and it
hit her hard. Then he uses the fact that several years prior
I struggled with addiction (I've been clean for 3 years now) to tell me to overdose and
how I'm a crapy father who is basically human garbage. After some more rambling he sends a text calling
my wife a expletive among other things. Eventually communication stops and his number
is blocked again. (I had he and her blocked before, but unblocked
them to send the message.) A few weeks pass and I find out from a co-worker
that my brother is trying to get elected to a local hockey board. Now, for context I live in MN where hockey
is God. Seriously, being on the hockey board is like
being in the freaking illuminati. They're typically pompous, wealthy jerks who
think they deserve special treatment because they have a conference room. If this happens my brother will relish the
new façade he is putting on. So, I screenshot the text messages he sent
and email them to hockey board chairman. I urge the chairman to reconsider allowing
someone who openly calls women expletives to be around children as well as having input
into the goings on of the community hockey arena. Chairman turns out to be super cool and assures
me that my brother is not only out of the running, but the messages have all been forwarded
to the rest of the board members. Brother is now ostracized from the hockey
community, and everyone knows the real him. He was very good at acting like a saint around
other people. But, the real him was finally exposed and
the one thing his narcissistic butt wanted more than anything in the world was gone. I shiver to imagine what would have happened
had he made the board. So again to my brother, freak you. After my second marriage fell apart, I moved
in with my mom for a year. Summer came, and an ice cream truck started
coming through the neighborhood twice a day. The driver decided that the best place to
stop was right in front of my mom's house. The song his truck played was Music Box Dancer,
and he kept it playing for the whole time he was there, which ranged from twenty to
thirty minutes. It was maddening. I asked him if he could shut it off after
ten minutes, since by then all the kids knew he was there. He told me to go freak myself. I worked second shift, so I was home during
the day. My boss had a buddy who drove a delivery truck
for a company that sold exactly the kind of stuff you would buy from an ice cream truck. He was more than happy to sell me whatever
I wanted at wholesale cost, and gave me some of it for free. My mom had a chest freezer conveniently located
in the mudroom on the side of the house. I talked to some of the neighbors about what
the guy had said, and how I planned to get my petty revenge. When they heard that he had dropped the F-bomb
in front of little kids, they were all on my side. They already didn't like him because he was
gruff, unfriendly just generally ill-suited for a job that involved talking to people,
especially children. Word got around, and whenever the truck showed
up, the kids would all go right past him and line up at the side door of my mom's house. My mother was 100% on board. She was next-level petty, and was delighted
to help out. I'd take orders, and she would pull the stuff
from the freezer. One of the neighbors jad warned me that she
had been threatened with fines for selling homemade ice pops without the appropriate
permit the previous summer, so I just gave that crap away for free. Some of the parents would give their kids
money to tip me, though. I still lost money, but no more than three
or four bucks a day. The second day I was doing it, the driver
confronted me and asked me what the freak I thought I was doing. I said, "I tried talking to you like a grown-up,
and you acted like a child. This is what you get. Now get off my property." He made some threats of physical violence,
and my mom called the cops. He was gone by the time they showed up, but
they took statements from me, my mom, the dad from next door and a couple of the kids
who were waiting for their ice cream when he made the threat. He didn't own the truck, and bunch of parents
called the outfit he worked for to complain about him swearing and threatening
violence in front of their kids. We didn't see the truck for about a week and
a half, and when it started coming around again, there was a different person running
it. The jerkwad was charged with making terrorist
threats. The dad from next door and I got subpoenas
and testified against him. He was able to plead it down to harassment,
but he had priors, so he still got a fine and six months probation. The new driver was an older guy. He loved kids, and the kids loved him. I shut down my operation, and gave the rest
of my stock away when the neighborhood had a block party the weekend before school started. So today is a national holiday in my country,
there are festivals going on that lure lots of people to the city slowly getting a little
intoxicated trough the day. I was chilling with the balcony door open
when 4 loud male 'youths' making their way to the music stopped under the balcony to
roll a cigarette or joint or something. I could hear their conversation. They sounded like village tough guys, hick
accents, big talk about how tough they are and stuff. It started with things like 'I could totally
beat up the whole of rival village, I won't, but I totally could!' To stuff like 'I wouldn't beat up a girl again,
I promised that', 'Well oke maybe, if she is a expletive', 'Listen if a female junkie
comes close to me I'll beat the crap out of her, I'll break her face on my knee'. 'Yeah cuz they aren't women anymore anyway!' This was when I emptied a bottle of water
on them, gross little boys. I expected backlash but they immediatly ran
off screaming some obsceneties. Pulling into work this morning, I was behind
a car that was obviously going to back into a parking spot, because of the way she positioned
herself and the fact that her reverse lights came on. I politely waited on her to make the maneuver
but she just sat there. I waved and smiled at her
and told her to go ahead and back in. She blew her horn at me for a long time and
aggressively waved me to drive on. I could see her mouth form the words "you
stupid motherf*&*er", so I pulled into the space she was
about to back into, got
out and told her good morning as I walked by.
