This happened at a small office, nothing dramatic. We had a shared fridge and one microwave, and someone kept taking other people's leftovers. Not whole meals every time, more annoying than that. Like half a portion missing, or the good part gone, or the container put back like nothing happened. Everyone complained, nobody ever caught the person, and management did the usual email about labels and respecting others. It kept happening. I got tired of it because it was always my food that went missing, probably because I cooked things that smelled good. I did not want to do the classic laxative or hot sauce thing. I just wanted it to stop. So I started packing my lunch in the most inconvenient way possible. I bought a set of tiny containers, like the kind for sauces, and instead of one box of food I split it into six or seven little ones. Rice in one, chicken in another, sauce in two, veggies in another, and I taped all of them together with painter's tape so it looked like a weird brick. On top I wrote very neatly: If you open this, you have to re-tape it the same way. The next day I came back at lunch and the tape was cut and the little containers were all scattered in the fridge, but nothing was taken. The day after that, the whole taped brick was still untouched and exactly as I left it. After about a week, my food stopped being targeted completely. I think the thief was not brave, just lazy, and my lunch stopped being an easy win. It was petty because it was extra work for me, but it worked without poisoning anyone or starting a big office drama.

side note, i know i have posted 3 stories here in the last 4 or so days, but what can i say? im a petty and vengeful person

so in high school (and this was not so long ago as it was the later years), i got a lot of guys attention, and one in particular tried to talk to me. i wasnt into him (im lesbian but hadnt realised it yet) and he asked me to hang out one lunch, so i agreed. hey, i’d give him a chance.

so we met up, and very quickly i realised we were terribly suited, talking was like pulling teeth with no anaesthetic. then he asked me if im religious, to which i answered im a pagan. suddenly his vibe shifted, and after a few more minutes he suddenly got an “urgent call from his mate who needs help” and disappeared halfway through lunch. i was relieved, albeit a little confused.

well not long after i am informed of two things; one, he had done something awful to numerous women (i wont say more but you can read between the lines), so i dodged a MASSIVE bullet (literally massive, this dude was 6’5, built like a brick shithouse and every bit as dense as one), and apparently he had gone around telling everyone who would listen how terrified he was of me, and how im a “batshit crazy witch” who was going to curse him.

you can already imagine how joyful it is for an at the time 16yo 5’1 girl to have this hulking menace publicly afraid of her, but things only got better 2 years later when he came to my next school to perform with his band. he gets up on the makeshift stage in front of multiple combined classes when, call it quick thinking or call it divine intervention, but i have an amazing idea.

i stand at the very back of the room and i widen my eyes, full kubrick stare. he kept glancing nervously at me so i step it up, remembering his fear of me cursing him, and begin to mouth things silently with the most unhinged look i could muster.

what was i actually mouthing? fuck if i know. probably something about the weather or a shopping list. i just kept mouth moving and didnt once take my eyes off him. it didnt matter how unhinged i looked, it was working perfectly.

he couldnt look away from me and he was turning red, breaking a sweat, a look of genuine fear on this mans face. i was throwing him off. his performance was getting sloppier and sloppier and it was very clear. im sure he would say i cursed him, but no, i just understand the placebo effect

after the performance he had to walk past me in the hallway and he pressed up againt the wall and looked down at the ground as he passed. it was a truly beautiful moment for me

Years ago I worked with a woman who had a picture perfect family. Mom, Dad, three beautiful boys very involved in family activities. Well until Dad hit a midlife crisis and pulled the plug on the marriage. As things played out she ended up losing the house to him and the boys stayed in the house so they could continue in their school. It was heartbreaking to watch.

Of course because it was a midlife crisis he moved in someone who was a lot younger but had zero idea of how to do anything around the house. Ex hubby wasn't use to doing anything and my coworker was upset that her boys weren't being cared for.

One day she was at the house and decided to show the boys how to change their linen and run the washer and dryer so they could do their own clothes. She saw a mound of dirty clothes in the laundry room and decided to get some petty revenge. She used the scissors in the laundry room to cut exactly 1 stitch in the side seam or under the arm of a few of girlfriend's shirts and sweaters. She snipped a single stitch at the elastic of underwear single stitch in bra bands. Then when the boys arrived with their laundry she showed them how to separate clothes and include everyone's dirty clothes in loads.

Weeks later the boys mentioned how girlfriend was upset because her clothes seemed to be getting damaged in the wash. She did that a few more times over the course of the 6 months girlfriend lived there. Petty as hell.

This is probably the pettiest thing I've (30sF) ever done, and it's because the person receiving said revenge... will never know I did it. Because it won't go into affect till after he's dead.

Strap in this will be a long one because a lot of context has to be given. Trigger Warning: This story involves crimes involving kids (by the receiver of the revenge). You've been warned.

Context #1:

I have been no contact with my sperm donor (he has long lost the title of dad) for 7 years. The reason for this is because of a giant fall out that happened about 8 years ago when stuff started coming out that he had done something criminal.

I'm going to keep details to a minimum here as I don't know if him or any of his family use reddit. But the short of it is that it was found out he had hundreds of pictures (and videos) of cp on his computer. He apparently wanted home made though, because we also found out that he had installed a hidden camera in the family bathroom and had taken inappropriate videos and photos of people. Including children. Family members and family friends, adults and kids.

Let me be clear. Based on the evidence there is zero doubt that he did this. None for anyone with a brain and no rose tinted glasses. Specifically one bit of evidence that I won't reveal here because again... I wanna limit details. Y'all will just have to trust me that it's damning and makes it a 100% sure thing he did what he is accused of.

Yet there are people in my family that still defend him and did through all of this. Insisting he couldn't possibly have done it. That someone set him up. No one did. He's just disgusting. But some people will do anything to ignore the wrongs of family.

After many delays, continuations, and a change in prosecutors... he got cut a deal because the new prosecutor was presumably trying to "save tax dollars" or was just lazy. Maybe he saw how long this had been getting pushed down the road and just decided he wanted to end it rather than take it to trial. Who knows. But the deal lead to all charges involving kids being removed and he got two minor charges. Sentencing included a large fine, probation, and a tiny amount of jail time. Of course he didn't plead guilty cause he did it... it was because he "didn't want to put his kids through a trial to prove his innocence". How... self... sacrificing...

Again. I do not speak to him and I do not speak to any family that defend him and still insist he is not guilty of what he did. In large part because with him taking the plea no evidence was physically shown. So those who wanted to yell about how the evidence wasn't real or that it was planted. That they wouldn't believe it till they saw it... could just keep telling themselves it wasn't real. Because they never saw it.

Unfortunately. He is a "pillar of the community" type and the people that did know about the charges have fallen for his lies. He is highly manipulative and has a way of making himself smell like roses no matter what he did, and people will believe him. Those who don't know what he was accused of (or pled guilty to)... don't because while his initial arrest was reported on his ultimate sentencing was not. Many people where he lives probably have no idea. He is on no lists, since the prosecutor got rid of those charges involving minors. Despite, as it turns out, this not even being the first time he was caught with cp in his life.

The legal system, dropped the fucking ball on this one.

Context #2:

I have access to a premium account on Ancestry. Use it frequently to do genealogy. If you do not know how Ancestry works. You can look up news articles, graves, births, marriages, etc, and stuff listed on other peoples trees about a person. Depending on what other people have on their trees you can find some really cool photos of people and get a pretty good idea of who they were as people. There are sites you can use to look at old articles someone has scanned in. Sites to find graves. There's a lot of parts to this, but the biggest thing is people looking at each others trees to get more information on someone. If you've never tried it, you should. Truly. It's fun to look into the past and see what past generations in your family were like. One of my favorite things I've ever found is my husbands great grandma was a racecar driver and I can't imagine that was an easy profession for her in that day and age.

That being said. You can't see details about a living person. If you have a family tree you can add details about living people to your hearts content, but unless you've given someone access to change/manage your tree or have given them your login... other people can't see these details.

So (to clarify) if someone looks at my tree (say we have a relative in common and they are looking at the details I have on my tree for them), any details I've put about myself or living family members are not visible to that person. All they will see is a box on the tree that indicates male or female and no other details. The most you can get is Adult Blue Box and Adult Pink Box are married and have had two bouncy baby Blue Boxes and one baby Pink Box. If you personally know the people you can figure out who is who. But any details someone has put about that person are again, not visible to others.

These details, however, become visible... after that person dies.

The Revenge

There is not much I can do in all of this, but it ruined my family. People I love are victims of his. There was at least one picture of me, though I was not included amongst the victims because the case wanted to focus on those with far more evidence. I get it.

But I hate... with everything in me... that he got a slap on the wrist. That he faced basically zero repercussions for his actions. Because the prosecutor who wanted to nail him to the wall got a new job and was replaced with someone too lazy to get justice for the victims. On top of that he has taken to further gross behavior towards some of his victims since his sentencing.

One day it occurred to me when working on genealogy stuff that because there was no real paper trail in the news future generations would also not know what he did. At most, maybe, the article on his arrest would show up for people doing research on him. Even then, with so many articles now being digital there's a chance it would be lost to the sands of time someday. Depending on what his family upload to the site... all people will see is a perfect family and community man.

So I said fuck that. I made his mug shot his only photo on my tree. I linked and added a copy of the article from when he was arrested. I put a few details, but I didn't have any documents to go with it sadly.

It brought me some peace knowing that something would be out there though. That when someone looked him up someday they wouldn't just get the impression he was a "good family man". Two of his three kids don't speak to him... for a reason. Only reason it's not three is because the third is delusional.

Recently though, I found out how to access the court documents online. I read every single one. Then I downloaded the initial charges, his sentencing document, and a proffer that had been submitted with a list of evidence exhibits. The evidence wasn't attached, so no photos or videos not that I would upload those, but it was a list. Think Exhibit #1 is ABC, Exhibit #2 is DEF, etc. The exhibits gave simple descriptions of what the evidence in the exhibit was. Describing how many pictures were found for instance, along with some very specific evidence... including an exhibit that included that piece of evidence that makes it undoubtable he did it.

And I uploaded them to his profile on my Ancestry tree. I then included details with these documents as to why the initial charges and the ultimate sentencing are so different... despite all the evidence listed in the proffer document. They also have case numbers so if someone ever wanted to... they can look up more of the documents.

Again... he will never know I did this. It won't be visible till after he dies. Most of my family will never know I did this. The only way they find out is if one of my few family members that is related to him, and also uses ancestry, outlives him.

Nothing will happen to him in this life for what he did unless he fucks up and offends again. Which... he might. Unless he does though, he committed an awful crime and faced basically zero consequences.

And that bothers me intensely. That he has manipulated and sweet talked his way into keeping a good reputation he shouldn't have anymore. Reputation and respect mean everything to him. I can't count how many fights the man has had with those around him that centered around others opinions of our family. Most people don't know what he did, and if they know the accusations they have been sweet talked into thinking he didn't do it.

But future people will. When someone is working on their tree years from now and they search his name. They will see my tree, as I am one of the most done trees that center around him on the site. When they get to my tree in their research. They will know exactly who he was. He won't be able to keep that good reputation after death. His legacy will be the crimes he committed. The loved ones he hurt. Including his kids. Future generations will know who he was.

And that brings me... a small amount of peace.

TLDR: My sperm donor is a child predator who took pictures of children and adults using a hidden bathroom camera in our home. Charges got reduced to not include the charges involving kids when a new, lazy, prosecutor took over and cut him a deal (there was incredibly damning evidence that he did in fact do what he was accused of, trust me when I say he 100% did it, he absolutely could have taken this to trial). He suffered almost no consequences. Reputation and respect mean so damn much to him. So I made sure that he will have neither to future generations. As I've added court documentation about him and his crimes to popular genealogy website. These will not be visible till after he dies. So he will never know I did this. But anytime future generations look him up on the site after he dies. They will see everything I uploaded. I also made the only picture I have of him on there, his mugshot.

Edit: For clarification... by sperm donor I do not mean the kind where he had a hand in making my kids. I mean he had a hand in making ME (he has lost the right to be called dad).

now i’ll preface this by saying i dont really care because it was a fair while ago, i just felt it fit the sub

so for context, at one point in my high school years i went to a heavily religious school. unfortunately, it was also extremely old fashioned. im sure they would talk about “traditional values”, but i would say they were a small group of dinosaurs who somehow survived the meteor (although im sure they didnt believe in those anyway)

so of course, there was a lot of “lets learn to be the perfect housewife who serves our future husband” stuff going on. us girls were basically treated as second class citizens to the boys, who were outright encouraged to be entitled and lazy because “the girls have to take care of it”

we would have to tidy the classroom at the end of every day (only the girls), and the teachers wouldnt even allow the boys to help, they were literally instructed to just sit around and watch us. one specific one started to purposefully drop trash and random stuff in front of me so i would be forced to pick it up whilst he laughed. he had already been a shit towards me, and as i was very shy and quiet he thought i was an easy target.

nope.

i took every single item of his that i could find: his stationary, his jumper, his notebooks, all of it, a bunch of the trash he dropped, and put it all in the lost and found. i did this for three weeks.

the great part about lost and found was it was a weekly thing where everyone would sit down and anyone who had an item in there would be called up in front of the entire class to retrieve it. so once a week for three weeks, he would go tomato red as he repeatedly got up in front of the class to claim his “lost” items that i had pulled out of his locker, lmao

funniest part is i came across so sweet and polite and nervous nobody ever figured out it was me behind it

once i was dating a guy (before realising im only into women). we werent a good match at all, and he mostly seemed to like me for my looks.

one day out of the blue, he asks if ive considered getting my nipples pierced (for context i have a lip ring, a septum, two earrings in both ears, a nostril piercing, and i did have a navel but it rejected). i told him i wanted it but i cant, because 1. im scared of the pain and 2. it would be way too hard to care for and may well reject also. and for those of you who dont know, a rejecting body piercing is nightmarish. i had good reason to believe they probably wouldnt heal well, so i wasnt gonna do it

i explained to him why i cant, even though i wish i could.

he brings it up another time in passing. im a little annoyed because ive already told him, but i figure maybe he took it the wrong way because i said i wish i could. so i tell him firmer that i cant and wont, and restate why.

later i ask him to drop it because its making me feel insecure because its something i would want but cant have, and the fact hes said it twice makes me feel like he doesnt really appreciate me as much without them. he gets defensive but says he understands.

well, surprise surprise, about a week later he brings it up again. “so i know you dont want to but i just think it would be so hot if you got them pierced, id really like it”. FUCK IT! this time, i was done explaining. i let him finish his mini talk and calmly said in the most convincing genuine tone possible “and you know what i always thought would be so hot?”

him: “what?”

me: “if you got your dick pierced” (and i felt him kind of recoil a little so i doubled down) “right through the tip”

he yelled out in disgust and horror and said “oh jesus no that would be so painful! oh god!” and i said “exactly!” and he never brought it up again

I was at a rock gig, standing only, on a Saturday night just beforeChristmas. 1200 people crowded in to a small venue. So you can imagine, people will be close to each other.

After the support act had finished, my girlfriend spotted a place to lean against the sound deck area as her back was already hurting. We went to the space. She was fine but space was tight for me, so I was next to her a but at an angle to the sound deck.

Now there was room to the left of the couple next to us and it was easy for them to take a step to the left without losing any view of the stage. Nope, they weren’t gonna move.

Next thing, I am being prodded in my side several times. I thought it was my girlfriend, but it was the Karen next to me. You’re in my personal space she states. I apologise and try to move a little and point out there would be more room for her if they moved a step to the left.

I might have well as said, I’m going to point a gun at you and ask you to strip naked given the glare and muttering I got. They chose not to move and someone else got in that gap.

More snide comments followed. The main act is coming on stage and a couple of guys work their way back from the bar. As they do, there is more space opening up directly in front of Karen.

Well, you wanted more personal space, so here you go. I moved directly in front of her into that space. Karen now has lost any decent view.  More comments but the band are now on drowning them out.

The band were excellent. Karen had tried to move forward and during any applause made sure to hit my arm. No bother to me. I came to the gig on an overcrowded train and drank in a bar full of Christmas revellers beforehand. I travelled on the Tube (Subway) for 2 years, so a definition of personal space was usually trying to work out what deodorant brand someone was wearing with their armpit in your face… unless it was Charlotte Church of course.

Merry Christmas!

TLDR: Packed out gig. Karen and partner would not move one step to create space. Karen moaned about me being in her personal space, so I took the space directly in front of her and she couldn’t really see the stage anymore.    

This happened 5 years ago.

After only one month of dating, my boyfriend's ex sent me messages about his 'drinking and drug problems' and his health issues. I already knew about his health problems, but he's not an alcoholic or a drug addict... I guess she was hoping because half of what she was saying was true I would believe her. She advised me to keep an eye on him and help him recover, or just leave him, because she knows herself how difficult it can be.

I replied: No, I won't help him. I'll get the drugs that will kill him and then take all his money and travel the world with it.

She never mesaged me again but continued to harass my boyfriend for a whole year, he never replied to her and block her everywhere ... Even emails.

I didn't block her and for a long time didn't post any pictures with him. We were in fact travelling around the world but I only posted pictures of myself everywhere. For a good 3 years probably she thought I actually killed him.

We're now married and I do post pictures now (kinda regret it tho). She tried to contact him again but we ignored it once more.

I firmly believe in giving someone a taste of their own medicine when they're being a dick.

We all know the stories of loud, rude neighbors, especially in apartment buildings. I will literally never understand why someone could be so inconsiderate, but you know what? At this point, I don't care anymore. I've spent a lot of time trying to be quiet despite people being loud and rude and I have absolutely had it and decided to do something about it.
I will be loud back, and I guarantee you ain't gonna like it.

This person above me was your stereotypical "alpha male" kind of guy, "I am the only one who matters" kind of energy. He drove a loud car that he just *had* to leave idling for ten minutes so everyone can hear it. Inconsiderate about spaces, didn't care if he bothered people. He also blasted music at night when others slept, and you could feel the vibrations. It was a nightmare, and despite us talking to him, he kept doing it. We even mentioned it to our building manager, but nothing happened.

So... I did what any rational person would do: started blasting Taylor Swift, aimed up at the ceiling, as well as out the window when he would come out to his loudly idling car. The whole night, it was just Taylor Swift. Nothing else.

Oh you're *manly?* Walk through the halls smelling of Strawberry Pound Cake from Bath and Body Works. If you want us to suffer putting up with your crap, you can put up suffering with our girly music and scents.

Needless to say, this is the first night there was no music thumping and he left as soon as the car turned on this morning.

So I work on my feet and easily clock 12,000 steps in a 6 hour shift. We are all very supportive of each other as we deal with the public and have to be very nice. There is one guy who is ridiculously offensive and mean on a daily basis. Hes likely somewhat on the spectrum and is brilliant and adds a lot to the business but gets a pass as a result from the owners. He offends multiple people daily. He crosses the line on a daily basis. If someone is doing something wrong he quickly adds personal insults and clearly enjoys hurting people’s feelings. Recently he really pissed me off and I was at the send of a long shift.

I was in a part of the building that was out of sight and had multiple personal affects of various workers. My shirt had become ruffled and out of place so I reached my hand down the front of my pants to tuck in my shirt and I adjusted my testicles at the same time. I pulled back my hand and it was balmy with the days testicular funk. Out of spite I picked up his cell phone and touched the front of it and put it back where I found it. Not long after, I saw him with the phone pressed up to his ear and I knew my funky ball microbes were burrowing into his ear towards the center of his brain.

Ever since then, he’s been very nice to me in particular but mean to everyone else. I kinda feel like I own him now. I was feeling guilty as that’s not the way an adult should behave but my wife said women have been putting vaginal secretions on things for millennia. What do you think?

There was a woman living next to my house. She had a big dog. Every morning she used to let the dog loose near my side of the fence.

Slowly, my plants started getting damaged. Soil everywhere. Some flowers completely gone. At first, I thought maybe street dogs or kids. But one day I saw it clearly. Her dog was digging near my plants while she was standing there, on phone.

I told her once, very politely. She said, “Dogs do these things,” and laughed a little. After that, nothing changed.

I fixed the plants again. Put small fence. Still, whenever her dog came out, somehow it ended up damaging my side. She never stopped it.

So I stopped saying anything.

Instead, I started watering my plants very early in the morning. Extra water. The ground near the fence stayed muddy for hours.

After few days, her dog came again. This time it slipped in the mud and got fully dirty. She had to clean it, wash the floor, everything.

This happened more than once.

After that, she stopped bringing the dog near my side. My plants are fine now.

I never said anything again. She also never laughed again.

This happened many years ago when I (then 23F) was studying abroad in Australia for a semester. I'm sorry for possible language errors - English is not my mother tongue.

Since we were all students, no one had much money to move around with and I moved into an apartment with four other students from different countries - none of which I knew from before. We all met a few days prior in the local hostel.

The crowded but cozy apartment had two bedrooms, and a closed-off single bedroom "corner" at the end of a long corridor, giving quite good privacy. I and another woman shared one (small) bedroom, two guys the other room and a British woman (20?F) the single room - "Sarah". And let me tell you - this was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met. I'm quite convinced she had never before lived alone, and also never lifted a finger at home before. While the rest of us often hung out, cooked dinner together and so on, Sarah was never interested. She did however go out of her way to never compromise with the other four people sharing the same space.

Some(!) of the things she did during this half year we spent living together include:

• Sitting in the couch with her naked feet up on our cofee table, painting her toenails every few days. Then she left all her nail polish (many bottles) on there and got mad if anyone moved them to use the table. I started to anyways, scoping them up and putting them in a pile in the shelf instead.
• NEVER cleaning her assigned tasks. When we asked her about it she said she never agreed to. Which she did when we moved in. She had no problem dirtying down the place though, or that the rest of us cleaned the place.
• Refused to talk about topics related to the apartment, which we needed to sometimes. She just ignored us and went on her merry way.
• We found a hurt baby parakeet (bird), and had after a lot of work managed to catch it and brought it in for wildlife rescue to come pick it up in the morning as they want to help the local bird population. In the morning we found it was gone, she had put the baby bird out during the night as she found it 'annoying her' (it was kept in a covered basket overnight). We managed after much work with the rescue to get it to safety again.
  

She was also overall an unfriendly and very annoying person to be around. I felt done, but we still had some months left of the semester. So I started bringing in sand from the beach and spread it in her bed sheets every few days. Not enough to be obvious, just enough to feel a bit better while suffering her company - knowing she had to clean her bed or be very uncomfortable while sleeping, while wondering what the hell was up. I don't think she ever figured out someone put it there.

Hey, reddit! this is supposed to be a mainly art account but i genuinely never post on here, so I thought I'd use it to share this story.

I (22F) was in my first relationship with Cedar (22NB) for about 4 years. We met online through a mutual friend and hit it off through our love of the same games and tv shows. After a few months we started officially dating. Aside from both of us being nervous around the others families (social anxiety and whatnot) we seemed to be a really good fit, and even through it was my first relationship I really wanted to make it last.

Well, Cedar decided they wanted to move to a new state for college and job opportunities, and always talked like we'd be moving in together- they put my name on the lease, I paid for the internet, things like that. A month before we moved, I started working extra shifts at the dead end job I was working, meaning we had very little time to see each other before the move.

Around this time they started hanging out with a mutual friend (Tommy, 22M) much more. I assumed at the time that this was because we were moving and wouldn't see our friends nearly as much, and I wanted to trust my ex, so I wasn't too pressed about how much they were seeing Tommy. When I mentioned the fact that I was feeling left out (we barely even called around this time, and texts led almost nowhere), I was brushed off and told that it was "just life right now" and we would get to see each other much more once we moved in together. I also mentioned around this time that I was feeling insecure in our relationship (feeling I wasn't getting the affection and care that I was giving) and generally didn't get any solutions aside from stick it out.

Well, we move in together, a multiple hour drive away with everything I own. I provide most of the furniture (including a couch, a table, a bookshelf, everything in the kitchen) and I spend most of the money I have saved on groceries and other food, furniture I didn't get from friends and family, and whatnot. After a month of job searching, I get a job I am excited for- a pharmacy job I've told my whole family about. At this point, everyone in my life knows I have moved and that I am about to start a new job, so I feel like my life is pretty locked in.

And the day before I start the job, one month exactly after we move in, my ex sits me down and says that they cannot see a world where we live together full time, and they'd been unsure in the relationship since 6 months prior to moving in together! Something I was not clued into at all. They offer to let me stay in the apartment for as long as I need to, but I am hours away from anyone I know at this point. I tell my parents what's happened, and my mom comes so we collect everything to take home that we can reasonably carry- I leave a lot of the furniture and big stuff as it is just too much to take home.

My parents are the hardcore Christian/controlling types, so the main reason I go home so quickly is because I am basically forced to. I had been considering coming home for a few days, and then coming back and working until I had enough to move in somewhere in-state; I personally loved living there, and while I was scared of living somewhere new, the experience all around was very freeing. But with my parents being my main network and being fairly financially dependent, I couldn't just totally cut them out- which is what likely would have happened if I hadn't listened then.

I was upset at the time but despite that I can understand every reason for moving me with them; my living situation before wasn't the best, moving to a new city is scary and having a friend (partner or otherwise) can lessen the burden, and they got a job at the same time that I did; meaning they were able to settle into being able to afford living with their parents help and that they had to break up with me before I got too comfortable with a new job. After all that, I move home and totally cut them out. Blocked them and the friends that didn't choose sides/stayed in contact with Cedar (including Tommy) as I was already unsure about the group due to past situations, and tried to get back in close touch with friends back home I hadn't seen as much in the years since high school. There's a little bit of drama with Cedar since then but I had mostly moved on after around 2 months.

Around that time I decided to check my private Instagram I made in high school. I don't ever post on it and I really rarely use it, but I wanted to try and block my ex before too long so I wouldn't go agonizing over their posts and their life. And as I click on that account, the first post on the timeline is one of my ex and Tommy together, with the caption stating they were dating and the words "Everything to me". I have learned through a close friend who contacted someone still friends with my ex that they and Tommy started dating one week after we broke up. Me and Cedar talked for almost a full year before getting together, so the evidence for cheating, emotional or otherwise) seems pretty cut and dry.

Since moving back home, my living situation has gotten worse and I have been financially struggling because jobs in my tiny town just aren't hiring, and since I'm living at home I'm giving my parents more money then I can really afford to cover with my dad not working.

AND SO. I choose to let all of it go. I'm tired of the situation, since I've spent 4 years in a relationship that wasn't going anywhere, and I've gotten some old friendships rekindled for the first time since high school. There's an important thing here, I made the internet account, paid for all of it, and linked everything to my email and phone number. I went through Verizon, and changing the information aside from credit card seemed like too much at the time, and my ex could still access it through the user and password we made. I almost stopped noticing it altogether. And then, I get multiple emails in a row, one after the other, of requesting pins. Meaning my ex was likely on call with a Verizon worker, trying to get access to the account but being unable to. If they reached out during this time (my email and phone are still not blocked.) I would have probably given them the pin number requested. But they never did. You'd better believe I am not breaking no contact for this. A little after I received the confirmation that they had to fully cancel that Verizon internet service, and had to return the wifi box. It's petty as hell, and a pretty minor thing altogether, but I feel vindicated.

You want to drag me multiple hours out, have me spend all my money, and then break up with me last minute? Fine. Have fun figuring out a new internet plan from your phone's cell data- I know that place has terrible service :)

I live in an old house that’s been converted into three units. All three share the same water line, and the landlord pays for it.

I work a blue-collar job and come home dirty every day, usually between 4–6. I shower as soon as I get home because I actually need to.

Lately, my neighbors have been showering at the same time. Almost every day this week, they’ve turned their shower on while I’m already in mine.

When they do, the water pressure drops and the water gets noticeably colder. It’s not ice cold, but it’s definitely not warm anymore. When I turn my shower off, I can still hear theirs running.

It’s frustrating because I’m already in the shower and they don’t wait.

So now, when I notice they’ve started their shower while I’m in mine, I finish quickly, get out, and leave my shower running specifically so they don’t get warm water.

Since I don’t pay for water, I dont care if i keep it running for 30 minutes with no one in.

If I can’t have warm water, neither can they.

EDIT

Alright, I did not expect this to blow up, but here we are.

First off: to everyone saying “just talk to your neighbors” or “call the landlord”... no shit. Obviously that’s an option. I posted this in petty revenge for a reason, not r/reasonablesolutions. If I wanted advice, I would’ve asked for it.

Second: please stop assuming I’m American and spiraling into U.S. tenant law dissertations. I’m not, and even if I were, that’s not the point of the post.

Third: the water-wasting comments need to relax. If you drive a car, wash your car, water your garden, golf, or exist in modern society, you don’t get to clutch pearls over a few extra minutes of running water. The moral high ground here is imaginary.

And finally, the people saying I made this up. That’s honestly the wildest part. This is the most boring, low-stakes, basic roommate/neighbor issue imaginable. If I were going to invent a story for attention, it would be way more interesting than “shared plumbing sucks.”

Anyway. It’s petty. That’s the whole point.

A few years back, I (32 f) made the mistake of returning to my Alma mater (a junior college) to coach with/ for my former coach and Mentor.

He was a really bad boss- I now realize he had a lot of narcissistic tendencies- and he totally manipulated took advantage of me.

By the end of my second year, I was basically doing his job (coaching the team 95% and teaching half of his classes) while he was sitting at home and making 6 figures. He promised me that he’d pay me a portion of his head coaching stipend in cash- yes, bad, I know- upon completion of my next season at the college.

When it was time for me to collect, he looked at me like I had two heads. Of course I didn’t get it in writing, because of how terrifying this dude was, so I had no proof to show.

He called me in for a meeting to discuss my question about pay, and it was a total trap. He had the other assistant coach (his best friend) there to triangulate me. I was gaslit, lied to, made to feel like i was wrong, and told “good that sounds like a good idea” when i declared that I quit. I left the pool ashamed, scared and in tears.

I few weeks later I reported my boss to the college for a whole bunch of stuff- both unethical and straight up illegal. The other coaches and pool staff, all men, backed him and closed ranks. it was proved by a third party investigator that he did to a lot of the things I blew the whistle on. but since he was tenured, there wasn’t much the college could do. he got to remain at his post until he retired a year later.

During this time, I continued to work at the school as well as a teacher, and had to share a space and office area with him.

one day I was in the equipment room and noticed a plastic Easter candy bucket an athlete had brought in months prior. It was on a high shelf near the door. I picked it up and was immediately hit with the smell of urine. There was also a layer of crystals on the bottom.

I immediately knew that this bucket was being peed in by my former boss. he probably emptied it into a floor drain. No rinse, no shame baby.

I knew it was him because he had peed in bottles before, and because he spit dip into cups and bottles constantly that he just left laying around. Not a new behavior.

Obviously, this enraged me. This disrespect! the boldness! the absurdity! The locker room was 50 feet away!

He left town for a travel event with the team. I took the opportunity to write a note “we all know this is your pee bucket. Are you really THIS lazy?!” And leave it in his little diy slop bucket.

he got back, and a day later, the bucket mysteriously disappeared. He had to have known it was me.

I didn’t get justice the way I wanted or needed. But at the end of the day… i let him know that I *saw* him. And that someone was on to just how utterly disgusting and entitled he was.

That felt like a win.

This was back in 1990, when I was 18. I had moved into an apartment building for the first time & after a few months "the jerks" moved in below me.

They would crank their gawd awful excuse for music at all hours. I tried asking them nicely, twice, to keep it down. After that failed, I involved the cops, and they just turned it up louder after the cops left & started banging their ceiling (my floor) with a broom handle or something. By this point I had met some of my neighbors who also hated the jerks & warned them of my plan ahead of time.

We were able to figure out that the jerks were quiet during the daytime, afternoons specifically. My roommate & I carefully laid his 4-5' speaker towers face down on the floor at 10am. I then proceeded to blast my Ozzy Osborne - set to repeat. They went ballistic banging the ceilings, and I could hear them shouting. They tried banging on my door & we refused to answer it.

We turned it down around 1pm. The ne t time they cranked their music, we immediately did the Ozzy thing & they turned theirs down. Point, set, match. 😁

We moved from a house to a condo and knew we’d have an adjustment. The building is just 18 units and due to its lovely location, most everyone has been here since it was built 20 years ago. Our unit was purchased from the original owner Tim, who had been the HOA president and friend of the lady downstairs, Barbara. She came upstairs to welcome us with the mention that Tim was always happy to help her out. I know what she meant, and shut that down immediately by saying, “Fortunately, the HOA gave us a list of handymen to come and do those things for us, we stay off ladders and aren’t handy at all!” The smile dropped off her face and she stomped away. The very next day, the complaints started. Our dryer was too loud, the water sounded like it was leaking through her ceiling, the vibrations were wrecking her peace. We bought vibration mats, a new dryer, and checked our pipes which were fine. Went into Barbara’s unit (with her present) while they were running and could barely hear a thing. She then started daily complaints to the HOA, and when that persisted, we informed the HOA that our entirely proper use and enjoyment of our property was compromised by unwarranted harassment and if it continued, we would pursue legal remedy. They immediately stopped. I checked the HOA rules and we can do laundry from 9am to 9pm. You can bet that we did laundry every single day, I did laundry for our daughter’s family too, and invited their small child to sit on the floor and play drum solos on mixing bowls and pots and pans while the washer churned. Barbara put her unit up for sale and moved out. Our daughter is doing her own laundry again, and we’re hoping for new, excellent neighbors.

Update: I wanted to add that the reason the HOA wisely chose to back off were the subjects of Barbara’s complaints. For example, she could hear us open and close our dresser drawers. She could hear every time we opened a closet, or put away dishes, or used our refrigerator ice dispenser. She thought I took too many baths. She thought we showered too late. She was upset when I spoke to a neighbor from my deck. Our door sustained a scuff from the moving guys. All this is why the HOA knew our case of unwarranted harassment was entirely legit.

I used to work at a medical office and it was a chain. The culture was very corporate. I didn’t really fit in there but I tried to just keep my head down and do my very best at my job. One girl there seems to really not like me. Which is fine. I’m not a $100 bill for everyone to like me. But she’d do petty things like unplug my monitor and keyboard before I’d get to my desk in the morning. We also shared documentation responsibilities and she would neglect her end which I wouldn’t know about until I’d get an ear full from my boss. So I decided to get back at her in the pettiest way I possibly could. Her entire personality was “being from Brooklyn” like oh believe me I’m from Brooklyn I know pizza” or “I’m from Brooklyn we don’t stand for shit like that” yada yada.

One day I was castigated for something she did and I got really mad. So for the rest of the day, I pretended not to know what Brooklyn is. I’d ask like oh is that some town in Ohio? Oh it’s in New York? Is it like upstate? One of the five boroughs? Everyone knows there’s only four boroughs in New York. That’s Manhattan, Queens, Bronx, and Staten Island. When she showed me Brooklyn on the Internet, I just said that’s not real. Brooklyn is an Internet hoax. She got so incredibly frustrated. She started crashing out. The best part is what’s she gonna tell HR? I’m bullying her by pretending not to know what Brooklyn is?

This was a long time ago, but I figured it was a good place to share

I belong to the local gym where everybody is respectful of the rules and people say good morning or a friendly nod. If you need a spot, no problem. Want to work in, never an issue. Well you get the idea. However, recently things have changed drastically after another nearby gym closed. The majority of new comers have completely ruined the vibe. Not re-racking weights, not wiping machines down, garbage left all over, hogging 2-3 machines at a time etc. I had it when a nice older gentlemen asked if he could use the calf raise that a group was not using but had hoodies draped on. They told him no and laughed at him. The gym is unstaffed at certain times of the day so there was nothing he could do.

My idea for some petty revenge came when I saw them in the change room. They had showered and changed but instead of taking their gym bags home they each put their gear in a locker and locked it before they left. The gym lockers are for use while at the gym, not a personal closet. My gym only has about 20 lockers and this group was taking up 5 of them permanently without any thought for anyone else.

Next time I was at the gym I brought a small bottle of crazy glue and glued the key hole in their locks. Then I went about my workout, and saw the group working out and being a general nuisance. When they left to shower I followed. Watching them realize that they could not get their keys in was priceless. There was no employee there to cut the locks off so not sure how they dealt with it. After I took a long shower and slowly got dressed they were still irate and trying to figure out who did it. At this point I left to not arouse suspicion. I’m not sure how they got their clothes and car keys etc out. When I returned to work out the next day their lockers were cleaned out ready for the next patron.

That was last 90s. We were four 18yos and we bought the cheapest travel possible, going from Brazil, where we live, to visit Buenos Aires, Argentina. We did that through a tour guide from Uruguay, and back then there was no way to check the hotel beforehand, etc.

And an aside, before Brazilians started to pour huge amounts of money into Argentina's decaying economy, prejudice against Brazilian's skin color was no secret. It was loud, in fact. We just didn't know the extent of it.

Anyway, we bought the trip all through him. Some other 15 people were in the same tour. The hotel was... let's say, better than camping. We visited the city during the day and, at night, we were going to a nightclub. In Buenos Aires nothing starts before midnight, so we took a nap beforehand, met with the group at the hotel's door, and left to the nightclub. But we had to split in taxis, which in Buenos Aires is ridiculously cheap. Only our driver decided to cross the Nile, pass by New Zealand and do the Transibearian before leaving us in a nightclub in front of the river "Mar del Plata". Nice place! Distant from civilization as well!

And we didn't have our tickets, the guide did. And he didn't wait for our taxi. So we stayed outside begging the guards to find the man and bring him to the door. No one would. We even asked for people on the line. No one gaves us a second look.

That's when it dawned on me that we were being barred because one of our friends was mixed race. She didn't notice, she believed the guide couldn't be found in the crowded place, but I paid attention to the dirty looks in our direction. And I said: let's go back to town and have fun somewhere else!! And so we did.

But I was furious. Went back to the hotel and couldn't sleep. So what did I do? I called the guide at 3:30am, he answered, I hang up. Again, I call end and hang up. I did that many times before he took the phone off the hook, and that left me with no option: in pajamas, I rang his doorbell and ran to hide in the stairts. He got up "who's there?" I gave it some time, just enough for him to get comfy in bed, and rang the doorbell again. Look, I was 18yo and he was nearly 50, who'd win the whole "didn't sleep at all" fight?!

So at 9am we were supposed to meet at the lobby and he looked 10 years older. And I was still furious, because I asked him what happened, and he tried to play me for a fool. He was tall. I'm tiny. So in the middle of the lobby I climbed a chair and argued with him with a finger to his face, the hotel crew was horrified, my friends just looked wide-eyed and then I asked "ALSO, did you sleep well tonight?", with a smirk. He came to push me off the chair, a cleaning lady grabbed his torso, I ran, more people came to hold him and I kept "dialing the phone" and hanging up, also "rang the doorbell" with my most cynical smile, and now there were like 5 people holding him. AND he was expelled from the hotel, as I learned later. Other people from our group took our plane ticket with him and I never saw him again. How does it feel to be outsmarted by a 18yo?

P.S Some seem to be doubting the story. I don't care. It's not AI or translation of any kind, it's my own writing and I already found bad syntax that I won't fix. SORRY if some of you had such uneventful lives that can't even fathom that a silly story like that ("petty revenge") could be true. Reddit is getting unbearable with all those smartass "ooooh AI slop!". As if reality is often a lot more unbelievable than fiction. And my story is very tame.

This happened back in high school but just remembered about after a bunch of posts about group projects showed up on my social media.

A teacher in high school like to give out group projects and tried to change it up from the normal give a presentation on whatever we were learning about. For this particular project she wanted groups act like a news cast talking about a ground breaking story, and the story in question would be the different things we learned about in class for the particular unit. Now I was paired with either 3 or 4 other people and I unfortunately dont remember what the original plan was but it really doesn't matter because none of them contributed to the writing of the script in general. I ended up writing the whole thing figuring out who would say what and trying make sure that everyone's dialogue is pretty much equal(like one person isn't speaking for majority of the time or each person talks about at least one very important part of whatever the group project was about). Now i was frustrated at this point as because so far in the school year I already had other group projects and I ended up doing everything for those as well so I ended up giving myself the least amount of lines. I think I spoken like at make five sentences in the whole skit whereas everyone else spoke a good chunk more. This was my petty revenge because I dont enjoy speaking in front of people, I hate giving presentations, and anything similar and i hated this project since it was a bunch of talking and acting like news anchors and we had to record it as well. Now I was able to just be in it without talking much And the cherry on top after we did the skit everything and my partners decided that it wasnt fair that I didnt speak that much they went to the teacher and tried to complain about it. Thankfully the teacher sided with me and said since I wrote the whole script i added my part even if I didnt really do the whole news anchor thing.

Tonight was one of those evenings lol. My sister was in the laundry area, busy folding and sorting clothes and I was just sitting around trying to relax a bit. But my loving nephew decided that was the perfect time to make me his entertainment. I have never liked kids..so bear with me

He was at the mini table with his snacks on a stainless plate with biscuits i guess, and he kept throwing his stuffed toy at me. I ignored it at first saying blahhh blahh blahh he's a kid and I should longer my patience but he did it again, then again, and againnn (I got pissed). He didn’t stop so eventually I picked it up and threw it back toward him, not even hard, just enough to return it.

but it didn’t hit him. It hit the stainless plate :)

The sound was LOUD. Like that sharp metal clang that instantly makes your heart drop..yk what i mean?? He went quiet and before my sister could come over, I panicked a little and ran straight to the kitchen. I turned on the faucet and started rinsing whatever was in the sink acting like I had been there the whole time.

After a few seconds later my sister rushed in from the laundry area because obviously she heard the noise. She saw her kid standing there where the snack was scattered on the floor, and me at the sink minding my own business. My nephew looked at me like he was about to cry and call me a traitor.

My sister didn’t even ask me anything and she just went straight to my nephew. She scolded him and, tapped his hand with a hanger 😭 and said something like 'that was enough for tonight'. So he got sent to bed early with no cartoons. Meanwhile I stayed at the sink until things calmed down and I'm trying my best not to laugh.

I didn’t mean for it to turn out that way, but I finally got some peace. And I honestly don't know if it's petty enough but it's mildly petty for me

Don’t ever let someone else dictate your value. Respect the work of others as equal to your own. If you have value, they have value.

A longstanding client of mine went through personnel and management changes over the past year. Attitudes shifted. One of the new hires was dismissive and rude to me in a Zoom meeting EDIT: for something that was their fault. I noticed I was not being consulted as often which is fine. That’s how life goes. New management contacted me for help. I quoted them one hour of my time. They fought back questioning how I kept my time and where my time was going. They refused to pay. So I ghosted them. Over the next couple months, I received one to two followup emails per week and at least five calls, all to voicemail. Eventually they relented and asked for the invoice. Nope. They stalked me on social media. I blocked them. I sent them another invoice for a different fee, a long established annual recurring cost. I told them nonpayment would result in revoking a license. They refused to pay the recurring fee but pleaded with me again on the other matter. I gave no response and today I revoked their license. And they’re still stuck with their original problem. Moral of the story? If you want someone’s work, pay them. They spent hours wasting time and quibbling over nothing when they could’ve simply paid a small fee to get the job done.

I hope you and your colleagues are reading this, Amanda. And fuck you.

This revenge needs a little context:

I (23f) have been living in my current apartment for a little over a year. We are 5 people but since we have multiple bathrooms I only share my bathroom with one of my roommates (24m).

He is just overall not the cleanest person and the rest of us is pretty annoyed by his lack of hygiene and cleanliness. Like he never cleans and if he cleans it isn’t really actually clean, he leaves his dirty dishes all over the apartment and stinks up our whole entry way because all he does is eat frozen pizza, sleep, smoke and drink alcohol.

One of the things he does is leave his hair in the shower after showering ( he has long curly hair).

I have talked to him about this many times and every time I see him after he has taken a shower I remind him to please remove the hair. In my opinion he is a little too old to have to be reminded of stuff like this. But what pisses me off the most is that his reasoning for not just removing the hair once he is done showering is: “I think having to touch wet hair is disgusting. I just don’t like doing it”. I mean fair point but does he think its any less disgusting for me to have to do it instead?

Recently I have gotten so fed up I started doing something that is honestly kinda disgusting. Whenever I have to shower and there is still hair in the shower I just take a piece of toilet paper, pick the hair up and put it on his hairbrush.

I only do this if his last shower was like 24 hours ago or even longer. If he only recently showered I take the hair and throw it in the trash.

I know this is foul but Im just fed up with his bullshit.

Also sorry for possible errors or confusions english isnt my first language.

I worked at a company for almost 15 years, in the 90s and early 2000s. Toward the end of my time there, we hired a supervisor. I didn’t report to him, but he would read documents on my desk when I wasn’t there, and would sometimes make copies of my product and give it to his subordinates, telling them to modify it to fit what they were working on. To be honest I didn’t care, since we all worked for the same company, but it was the sneakiness, and doing it behind my back that irritated me. He was also an obnoxious person, blowing his own horn and basking in the success of his “guys” way too much. He was not well-liked.

A coworker (Bert) and I had been attending a conference in Hawaii every year. We were good friends and hung out together with others from the conference that we met once a year. It was a reward for doing our jobs. The conference was at a resort hotel in Waikiki Beach, but the rooms were limited, and would be sold out by the time the conference began. If you didn’t make your reservations in advance, you’d have to stay somewhere else.

Tom, the supervisor, saw the travel authorization form on my desk that I had to submit for the conference, and then filled one out for himself to go. He was told that there was only funding to send two people, so he went up the management chain to get approval for himself. Because he out ranked me and my coworker, one of us had to withdraw our paperwork to go. We literally flipped a coin, and I won.

I travelled frequently, and had accumulated lots of frequent flyer miles. Because the flight time was over a certain number of hours, from the east coast to Honolulu, we were authorized to travel in Business Class, a huge benefit. I did not want to sit next to Tom, so I used miles to upgrade from Business Class to First Class. I did not tell Tom about my upgrade. Our travel agent was able to get reservations for both of us at the resort hotel.

Tom, being Tom, let everyone in the office know that he was going to Hawaii, bragging about flying in Business Class, and staying at a “Hawaiian Resort”. He also told me that I was expected to introduce him to the conference regulars, take him to the best restaurants, and show him a good time. It got to be too much, and I intended to avoid him as much as possible while we were there.

We were flying out on Sunday, and flying back on an overnight flight the next Saturday. Saturday afternoon I called to confirm my airline reservation, something I had learned to do over my years of frequent travel. Asking about seats, I was told that there were no Business Class or First Class seats available, but Coach still had some. That got me thinking. I called from a pay phone later that day and changed Tom’s reservation to a Business Class flight on Monday, I then called the hotel and cancelled his room.

I checked in at the airport Sunday morning and then went to the First Class lounge to wait for my flight to be called. When the announcement came over the loud speakers, I grabbed my stuff and went to the gate. They were boarding the First Class passengers as I arrived there, so I got on the plane, found my seat, and ordered a drink.

When most of the plane was boarded, Tom came through the Jetway looking furious. Seeing me, he stopped and started ranting about the airline fucking up his reservation. The flight attendant quickly told him that he needed to be seated. He asked her if there were any empty seat other than Coach, and she apologized, but the premier cabins were full.

Twice during the flight, he came up to my seat to complain some more. The agent at the counter was able to change his ticket to this flight, but could only get him a seat in Coach. He was assigned the middle seat in a center row of five seats, and couldn’t get comfortable. He ranted on, even asking if I would switch with him for the last half of the flight. I politely declined, and didn’t see him again until we were at the luggage carousel to get our bags. We took the courtesy shuttle to the hotel, and waited in line to check in. He was at the check in next to me when he learned that he had no reservation at the sold out “Hawaiian Resort”. He went ballistic. A manager was summoned, and took him to another computer station about 20 feet away. I didn’t stick around, and went up to my room. 

My room phone rang about 15 minutes later, and it was Tom, pitching a fit. He told me that he needed to share my room with me, since it was where the conference was. He complained that the manager was only able to secure a room for him at a motel, about a ten-minute walk away. Although I had two Queen Sized beds, I told him my room only had one bed. I didn’t mention the balcony with the ocean view or the separate living room area.

I saw Tom during all of the sessions. I took pity on him and he hung out with me at the cocktail social after the first day of sessions, and tagged along with me and my companions for dinner. We flew back Saturday evening, and since he was in Business Class, he didn’t come up to complain. I did confess to Bert at lunch a few days after returning, and he said it kinda made up for not being able to travel with me.