People From Around The World Share Satisfying Stories Of Petty Vengeance
There have been times in all of our lives when we've really, deeply wanted to get back at someone else for a slight -- perceived or actual.
Most of the time we are too polite, too bound by the norms of society to get even with whoever wronged us, but sometimes we get our vengeance in truly petty ways.
Petty vengeance may be as simple and relatively harmless as switching the salt and sugar before someone puts it in their coffee, or hiding around a corner and spooking them when they walk by.
Sometimes petty vengeance goes farther, though — maybe too far.
These are stories from internet denizens all around the world describing the time they got their petty vengeance.
Let's hope none of them went too far trying to get even!
91. We Don't Know Her
We live in an apartment block, and occasionally have new people move in and out. Yesterday we encountered a new resident, a short red-haired lady who, through dwarfism and food, manages to be about as wide, as she is tall.
My boyfriend greeted her with a simple "Hello." He also tried to say "welcome" but she cut him off with, "Shut up, I don't know you." Okay, not the sociable type, neither are we, best to not get friendly then!
Today when returning from grocery shopping we found her trying to pick the lock with what looks like a piece of a paperclip because you know, that's going to work. She's apparently been at it a while because before we could open the door with our key, a patrol car stopped and an officer called out to her.
The officer asked her why she was breaking in, to which she responded she lived here. She turned to us and said, "They know me."
My boyfriend smiled and said, "I don't know you."
We entered the building after the officer asked us to confirm, and my boyfriend repeated: "We don't know her."
Can't wait to have more contact with her...
90. Laundry Wars
I used to be kind of an idiot. I've really mellowed out since. But sometime around 2001-2002, I had an incident in my university dorm laundry room.
Anyway, I'm a freshman living in the dorms, it's the weekend, and I'm doing laundry. We had an unwritten rule in the dorm laundry room: if you don't attend to your laundry, it's totally cool for someone to pull it out and throw it on the table (wet or dry). If you don't like it, just promptly attend to your laundry when the washer or dryer turns off.
I don't like people touching my laundry, so I always set an alarm to be there when it's done (on my digital watch, not my phone!). I wash my clothes, throw them in the dryer, and set my timer. Soon after, my watch goes off and I walk back to the laundry room only to find my dryer load completely wet and on the table. Oh heck no! Someone pulled my stuff from the dryer, only to dump it out and dry their stuff for free.
Well, good news: I had more quarters, so I could dry my stuff just fine. Actually, I had enough quarters for my anonymous friend too -- why didn't they just ask? So I grab their clothes and throw them in an open washing machine with six of my spare quarters. Actually, wait -- I can drop another quarter in for a heavy cycle, which entitles you to an additional rinse and spin! I happen to have another quarter, so I do. The heavy cycle takes over an hour and a half to complete.
Now's a good time to mention a nice feature the washing machines had that the dryers didn't: they locked while in operation. The homie would have been stuck for about 100 minutes waiting for another chance to dry their clothes. I hope they made better choices the second time.
I was kind of a petty jerk as a baseline, and I look back with a bit of a shock that I didn't dump in some bleach or turn the water hot. I'm glad I've outgrown that kind of thing, but I look back with some pleasure at that little guy standing up to some random inconsiderate person.
89. Thrown Under The Bus
I was at a subway station a couple of days ago getting back from university.
As I got off the subway to line up and go up the escalators, this middle-aged lady nudged me out of the way just as I got onto the steps, and made me trip over and fumble my bag. She stared at me and went on her way. I was right behind her going up, and she probably saved like 0.01 seconds getting on the escalator before me.
As we made our way to the exit and I got up to the door frame, she went out of her way to nudge past me again. She gave me another stare as she went through the exit and stood there looking at me like she couldn't believe I tried to go first or something.
There's a bus terminal that connects to the subway on the street level, and we ended up waiting at the same stop. She was the first in line, and I was right behind her.
When the bus finally arrived, she really took her time fumbling through her purse, talking on her phone, and looking for her bus card. As she was searching for her card, she ended up dropping it right at the tip of my boot. She was still busy talking on the phone while searching through her wallet.
I thought about it for a second and decided to lightly slide her card underneath the bus with my foot.
Eventually, she realized that she might have dropped her card, so she packed her wallet back in her purse, hung up the phone and looked around for her card. As she looked, she began getting increasingly worried, scanning everywhere for where she could have dropped it.
I nudged her out of the way, gave her a stare, and made my way onto the bus.
I sat happily on one of the seats. I saw her flustered and panicked, as the next bus was coming in half an hour. The bus started to depart, and I opened the window and told her with glee, "Maybe you should check under the bus!"
I watched her for as long as I could until she was out of sight, and enjoyed the rest of my commute home.
88. Punished For Coming In Early
I work in an office with flexible hours. We can start anytime from 8 am to 9:30 am.
I’m always in the office at 8:15 am. Usually, if work comes in urgently in the morning, my supervisor gives it to me to complete since I’m one of the few in the team presently in the office.
Well, yesterday I came into the office at my usual time and one of my colleagues was working on an urgent task given to him at 8 am. He had to pause the task for 20 minutes so my supervisor told me to complete it while he’s away from the office. I couldn’t even have my breakfast or even drink water because of how urgent this task was.
I was still working on it when he came back. He asked “how are you going with the task?” and I explained that I’m still working on it and that I found a few mistakes and showed them to him.
He puts his hands up in the air and says, “Nope. Not my responsibility anymore” and walks off. Really? I was livid. But this needed to be done and I have no time for drama.
I finished work 5:30 pm that day. Before I left, my supervisor told me that she got a HUGE workload given to her and that she will need to give it to someone urgently in the morning to complete. I knew that my colleague would be in the office at 8 am again.
Guess who is walking in the office at 9:15 am today with a cup of fresh coffee and breakfast?
