Your best "petty revenge" stories

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Petty revenge is short, simple, and satisfying revenge against someone who has wronged you or any other idiots.


My best one of these is when this entitled, moronic girl at school, who everyone was getting absolutely fed up with started to record my friend and I to harass us, completely unprovoked. This idiot would constantly steal other people's stuff, then run around the school with it, with the excuse "you're not using it right now so why do you care"), and as they tried to get their rightful property back, she'd often start to say that that person was trying to harass/touch her...


After persistent insults and other confrontations between this moron, she decides she's going to record my friend and I as a means of harassing us. I have enough of this, so I pretty much just waltz on over to her, tell her not to record me, then slam her stupid iPhone out of her hands, landing about seven feet away from her. It did not break, unfortunately. She stopped her crap towards me after this, although probably not others.

[NE2]

I'm going to get this thread locked.

[adventurernumber1]

Petty revenge is short, simple, and satisfying revenge against someone who has wronged you or any other idiots.


My best one of these is when this entitled, moronic girl at school, who everyone was getting absolutely fed up with started to record my friend and I to harass us, completely unprovoked. This idiot would constantly steal other people's stuff, then run around the school with it, with the excuse "you're not using it right now so why do you care"), and as they tried to get their rightful property back, she'd often start to say that that person was trying to harass/touch her...


After persistent insults and other confrontations between this moron, she decides she's going to record my friend and I as a means of harassing us. I have enough of this, so I pretty much just waltz on over to her, tell her not to record me, then slam her stupid iPhone out of her hands, landing about seven feet away from her. It did not break, unfortunately. She stopped her crap towards me after this, although probably not others.

That girl sounds like a real rat; shame on her.





I don't really have any stories (that I can recall at the moment) where my revenge was really good, but the closest I've got is this:

In 6th Grade, there was an unprecented number of people that bullied me. Sadly, this bullying infringed so much on me that I never really drew maps in class or shared my love of roads to other people in school that year. Quite literally, everyone in those classes (we all pretty much had the same classes together) bullied me except for two people - my best friend, and a mutual friend between us we had met that year. There was a ringleader who had sparked it all, and who was the most prominent in the bullying. He and his "henchman" would do stuff like slam my head into the bottom of a desk near a computer monitor, put gum in my hair, spill stuff like ketchup and chocolate milk and food all over my clothes on purpose - but the worst thing they did was spread horrific rumors about me, such as that I was supposedly "stalking" this girl I liked (not true), which caused even her and her friends to get in on the bullying. This all cumulated throughout the school year up until the beginning of February (2012), and that's when I sparked. The revenge I had on them was so-so. Basically, I grabbed the bully ringleader's binder and threw all the papers out of it into the air, ripped as many of those papers as possible into shreds, and caused as much destruction to as many papers as possible. The memory that remains in my brain of that is actually in slow-motion (no joke - I have a vivid memory of the whole thing - and it felt like slow-motion - all of the papers falling from the air in pieces slowly, and the girl was standing in front of me with her mouth open and eyes wide (she was speechless). It probably would have been a good idea to stop there, but unfortunately I didn't. They had done too much, almost that entire class, and the anger, rage, and revenge was still boiling inside of me. I preceded to loudly cuss out the entire class (except the two people in it who never bullied me) for a few solid minutes, especially giving a good shouting to the ringleader. I was then escorted to the ISS room, and that's where I spent my time in school for the next week. By the time I arrived there, the anger had left, and it was replaced with tears and sorrow. The ringleader's mom was brought in, and he was rightfully decided to me the primary person of causing trouble due to his bullying and influence on other people's' bullying me, and he was punished as well.

This guy even caused upperclassman (7th and 8th Graders) to pick on me, after school. The most notable incident of this is when this loser grabs my phone, throws it on the ground, and almost steps on it with his foot, but I push him aside to stop it.

The next year, when I was in 7th Grade, some people attempted to bully me in a more minor form (such as loudly proclaiming to the entire class that my zipper was down, or saying that I was gay just because I wore hairspray sometimes), but I developed a very applicable skills of trying to ignore bullies as much as possible. When I began to get the hang of this, the bullying from them eventually stopped. I haven't really been bullied since then (but that's mainly because all those losers in my middle school who did all the bullying were usually shipped off to a "remediation" high school - combined with the fact that people just are more mature usually in high school than middle school). To be frank, I can't name one significant case of bullying that happened in my high school when I was there (I just graduated last week). There was tons upon tons of it in middle school, and my case was just one among many others. Bathrooms were filled with boys punching eachother, and the cafeterias often had "cat-fights," where girls would suddenly start scratching at and hitting eachother and stuff. High school was much, much better.

No one should have to be bullied like that, but when revenge happens, it sure is sweet. 

[Scott5114]

When people ask for an unreasonable amount of $1 bills I give them the ones with creases.

[abefroman329]

One time I stayed in a hotel on New Year's Eve, and tried to go to sleep around 1 am, but my neighbors were making a fuckton of noise until 4 or 5 am.  So when I got up to leave a few hours after that, I turned the television and the radio on, turned the volume up all the way, and left without telling the hotel I was checking out.

[hbelkins]

Google "George Hayduke."



My best story comes from my junior high years. Our lockers in the halls didn't have locks on them. I used to keep bubble gum in my jacket pocket, and would grab a piece when going to a class that allowed gum chewing. At the time, I was partial to the individually wrapped "Super Bubble" brand. Someone who knew about my stash of gum kept stealing it. Finally, I had enough. I took several pieces of gum, unwrapped them, hollowed them out, and put all sorts of substances inside those hollowed-out pieces of Super Bubble. Salt. Cayenne pepper. Black pepper. I didn't put anything poisonous in them, just something that would taste very strong.

Sure enough, those pieces of gum got stolen. But after the thief chewed into one and got his or her taste buds jolted, they never stole my gum again.

No, this isn't Tim posting in disguise.



Back to Hayduke. A former boss of mine bought his book "Spite, Malice & Revenge."  It inspired me to buy several of his publications, but I don't think I ever used any of the tips provided. I'm into forgiveness now. Saying "I'll pray for you" can fluster someone worse than an actual act of revenge.

[webny99]

Locations where freeways transition to expressways or surface streets, like right here, are excellent for revenge on left lane campers.
If a left lane camper is persistent enough to make me pass them on the right, I'll do so, cut in front of them, and slow down to a crawl for several hundred feet before putting my blinker on, and then getting in the left turn lane at the last possible second. Of course, traffic has been whizzing by on the right the whole time, meaning the left lane camper lost out big-time. To top it off, I'll give them my ugliest face and stick out my teeth as they go crawling by.
Revenge is sweet.

[MNHighwayMan]

I'm into forgiveness now. Saying "I'll pray for you" can fluster someone worse than an actual act of revenge.

I do this too. It implies that they're beyond human help, which is actually the highest form of insult.

When people say that to me, I just assume they're a nutcase.

[US71]

I'm into forgiveness now. Saying "I'll pray for you" can fluster someone worse than an actual act of revenge.

I do this too. It implies that they're beyond human help, which is actually the highest form of insult.

When people say that to me, I just assume they're a nutcase.

"Thoughts and prayers"

[MNHighwayMan]

I'm into forgiveness now. Saying "I'll pray for you" can fluster someone worse than an actual act of revenge.

I do this too. It implies that they're beyond human help, which is actually the highest form of insult.

When people say that to me, I just assume they're a nutcase.

There will come a day of reckoning. And don't forget that.

From who? Your mother?

[Max Rockatansky]

Back in Michigan there was some kids would run their car on the edges of the lawns every day when they were coming home from school.  My Dad and I laid down some particle boards with nails in them which we covered with sod.  Sure enough when those kids came by later in the day they ended up popping all four tires and got stuck in our front yard.  It was pretty satisfying to see the car broken down also those kids having to explain to the responding cop what they were doing in our yard.

[abefroman329]

Back in Michigan there was some kids would run their car on the edges of the lawns every day when they were coming home from school.  My Dad and I laid down some particle boards with nails in them which we covered with sod.  Sure enough when those kids came by later in the day they ended up popping all four tires and got stuck in our front yard.  It was pretty satisfying to see the car broken down also those kids having to explain to the responding cop what they were doing in our yard.

This is a good story.

[1995hoo]

A few years ago, I had a thread on this forum* about someone leaving a profane note on my wife's car when I parked it during a snowstorm. I found out who it was. He lived across the street (no longer lives there now) and he had a car in his driveway that had expired New Jersey plates, and he wasn't a student or military so as to be exempt from registering in Virginia.

So I reported the car to Fairfax County as a possible tax evader. Found out they not only added the vehicle to the county property tax rolls, they also socked him with a $100 penalty for failing to get Virginia plates.

* https://www.aaroads.com/forum/index.php?topic=14829.msg2044893#msg2044893

[Max Rockatansky]

Back in Michigan there was some kids would run their car on the edges of the lawns every day when they were coming home from school.  My Dad and I laid down some particle boards with nails in them which we covered with sod.  Sure enough when those kids came by later in the day they ended up popping all four tires and got stuck in our front yard.  It was pretty satisfying to see the car broken down also those kids having to explain to the responding cop what they were doing in our yard.

This is a good story.

That was back some time in the late 1980s.  I remember my Mom was furious about what we had done when she saw the broken down car with all the popped tires.  I think she was mostly angry that my Dad got me involved in his personal vendetta against the neighborhood kids more than anything.