Probably, there are moments in our lives when we tried to be cool as much as we could. However, there is just that person who made us reach our limit and finally snap back.
You are certainly not alone if you have encountered or experienced the same scenario. These people from the Reddit Community shared their revenge stories that left a mark on them. Check these out!
1. Breaking Promises
I was a chef for a famous all-inclusive hotel chain.
One day, I was approached in the kitchen and told I needed to pack my bags and move 3000 miles away to fix a labor issue at another hotel. I happily obliged but negotiated a deal where I would choose any hotel location after I successfully fixed the labor issue.
I arrived at the new hotel and diligently addressed the labor problem while taking over dinner service for 750 people. After a few months, the labor issue had been fixed and settled, and the kitchen was running as smoothly as I liked.
I asked my manager when I could move to another hotel per our arrangement. I was told that since I had done such a good job, they would make me stay where I was for an indeterminate amount of time - i.e., forever.
I let my management know this was unacceptable and demanded I be transferred by the original agreement that got me on a plan in the first place. I was told they would work on it. I gave them a 3-week window to address the issue - to give them time to discuss it with the head office, etc.
I told them if they did not come through in 3 weeks, I would walk off the job and never look back. After 3 quiet weeks, I politely asked my manager if my transfer had come through or was still in the works. It was not.
The next morning, I gave the entire dinner staff the day off and told them not to answer any work calls. I set up the kitchen as if I were prepping dinner - onions and herbs in hotel pans full of water with foil covers, garlic sizzling in pans, etc.
I kept the charade up until around 4:30 pm when I left the kitchen, went to my room, picked up my bags, and went to the lobby to wait for my ride.
The manager came out freaked (there were 750 pre-paid dinner reservations that night and NO food) and told me if I walked out, I would never work for the company again. I laughed, shook his hand, and said goodbye.
I never looked back and never talked to anyone there ever again. This was 20+ years ago.
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2. Stop Stealing
I was at a huge music festival in Wales. Just to make the long story short, some muscled jerkward raver crap stole all our booze out of our tent and proceeded to drink the stuff in plain sight while laughing at us all (we confronted them, but they denied it.
They were much bigger than us and were surrounded by their friends) So the next day, they all left to go to the main venue tents, and my mate ran. He proceeded to dive into their tent and disappeared for 10 minutes.
I was wondering what he was doing, so I walked over and opened up the tent, only to find him squatting over a hole he had dug in the ground in the middle of their tent.
He was taking the most giant dump I have ever seen, just nonchalantly pooping in this hole. He finishes up and drags the canvas flooring back over this hole. We quickly looked for any booze we could have, but none we could find, and we walked back to our tent.
For the rest of the festival, we can hear these people shouting about the ripe smell of dump everywhere until one of the lad's girlfriends decides to drag the canvas bottom out of the tent and finds the hidden treasure trove of crap.
Suffice it to say they had pissed off more people than just us, so when they confronted us, all we could do was deny it completely and laugh.
Well, we were surprised we didn't get beaten up simply for taking the piss out of the situation like we did.
It was a good festival. The Chase and Status were not bad, but they found more booze and used the portapotties from then on.
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3. Secret Revenge
A woman rear-ended me pretty badly. Told me not to call the cops because she was on the way to an A.A. meeting and she would lose her license. She called her boyfriend, who was a lawyer, and he told me to let her go.
He told me to come to his office, and he would pay cash for all repairs if I brought in an estimate. I did as requested. The lawyer laughed at me and said there was no proof and I wouldn’t get a cent.
I was completely broke and knew I could not afford the repairs. Furthermore, the car was not legally drivable as it was. Late on another night, I went to the A.A. meeting via bicycle (she had said where it was in passing, and I checked the schedule).
I confronted her on her way out. She confessed her license was suspended and she had been driving without a license that day.
Since it was summer, I had days free from class and rode my bicycle to the lawyer’s office for a few days to learn his schedule from across the street. Slowly, a plan for revenge took shape in my mind. When I knew his beautiful car would be unattended for a while.
I filled his gas tank with sand and sugar-LOADS OF IT! At the time, I lived in a bad neighborhood, and there were always abandoned cars around. I had taken the rear plate off on one with an expired tag and put that on his car.
Next, I slashed all four tires with a small slit so the air would slowly be gone by the time he was leaving. I could only see the first part of my plan from my perch. He exited his office, saw the car sitting low to the ground, and started screaming like a banshee.
I didn’t tell anyone about this when it was going on (my girlfriend would not have approved). Very few have since, but I drove by the office about a year later and saw it was no longer his.
The woman probably would have done the right thing, but she was just mixed up with a jerkward. Hopefully, the events I started made it clear to her.
Sweet Secret Revenge.
nientoosevenjuan
4. The History of Five Guys
Several years back, a girlfriend of mine came to my house to bring me some leftovers from a big family holiday party they had held at her house. While she was there, I said I had to take out the garbage, so she sat down to use my computer.
She logged on to her messenger and messed around on the computer. I came back in, and she told me she had to hurry and get home because of some family emergency, so I walked her out to her car and kissed her goodbye. I went back upstairs, and text messages to her phone flashed all over my computer. (She had forgotten to log out).
I read message after message for 7 hours. I got progressively more drunk as I did. From the one-sided content of the messages, I could ascertain that she was currently dating at least five different men and had left my house to go to one of her other boyfriend's houses to spend the night.
I continued to drink and read the messages well into the night. At about 1 o'clock, I went to the pay phone in front of my apartment and called the boyfriend's cell phone at the house where she was staying.
He answered groggily, and I asked him to pass the phone to her. She answered jokingly, thinking it was one of his friends, but suddenly, she was shocked and dismayed when she recognized my voice.
She accusingly went on the offensive, asking me how I'd gotten the number and yelling at me for being so suspicious. She hung up and then wouldn't answer his phone or hers for the rest of the night.
I compiled all of this information and sent it to her--making sure to CC every person on her messenger list. All 70 of them. Her mother, father, sister, brother, friends, acquaintances, coworkers, and all five boyfriends had sent her texts that day.
She became an urban legend among her friends, was forced to retreat from social life, cancel her phone, and close her SNS and messenger accounts out of shame.
I heard later that it became so bad that her parents had sent her overseas. I got phone calls from the other boyfriends the next day requesting a meet-up. Four of us got together over beers to compare notes, text messages, and dates/schedules, confirming that everything I had discovered was true.
However, in retrospect, I am still amazed at how fully she was able to manipulate and maintain five different, serious, and long-term relationships simultaneously.
hole64
5. Kid Pranks
When I was around 12 and my brother was 13 or 14, we had a race to get to the shower. He only wanted to take one because I said I would take one. Naturally, he beat me there.
To take revenge, I flushed the downstairs toilet. I don't know if anyone lived in that old house before, but our house was close to a hundred years old. That messes with the water temperature.
It was shooting out fiery, hot, boiling lava water. I kept flushing it. I flushed it every single time I could. He called me upstairs about 45 minutes later.
He said the water was too hot, and he couldn't figure out what to do. He had shampoo in his eyes and couldn't rinse it off. We turned off the shower, and I took him outside to our backyard.
I sprayed him down with the hose. He told me what a good sister I was and how much he appreciated this. People we knew walked by our street, and they thought it was hilarious.
I wasn't going to tell him. I was going to save it and do it every single time he got to the shower, but my mom caught me the next time I did it, and she told everyone.
It's my one story, the only time I gave as good as I got.
mintpuff_boobs_G
6. Worst Smell
Went on a bachelor weekend trip for a friend of mine with a bunch of guys from the wedding party. It wasn't anything crazy with strippers.
But we did do some bar hopping. It was a Friday night, and I had gotten up for work around 4 am that morning and was pretty beat by about 1 am, so I left the bar and went home a little earlier than everyone else. We filled the bathtub with ice and beers and drank about half of what we purchased before heading to the bar.
The reason I bring that up? I woke up completely covered in baby powder. It is completely caked in my eyes, nose, hair, ears, and mouth. My nose is dried out, and so is my mouth.
We were all supposed to head out on a fishing trip at around 6 am that morning. So, without batting an eye (mostly because I couldn't open them), I head right for the shower full of beer, water, and cardboard cases.
I quickly take a cold shower and get all the crap off and head to the boat. Only 4 out of the 8 made it on the trip. Everyone is shocked with how well I am taking having been seriously antiqued.
But, I simply ask a few questions, get the answers I need to hear, and go about my day as if nothing happened. It turns out it was an old roommate who did it to me. He was too messed up to make it on the boat trip and is sleeping it off in the hotel room.
So, the moment you've all been waiting for. The revenge! While heading into the dock after fishing, I filled a water bottle full of bait juice, little pieces of squid, and raw bait fish.
I filled that to the brim. I was quiet and didn't let anyone know what I was doing. We all returned to the hotel, and I acted like I was returning to my room. Instead, I went to this guy's car and poured half the bottle down the AC vent underneath the windshield. But I wasn't done there.
I went over to his room and knocked on the door. He opened it up, and I calmly squirted half of what was left in his face. While he was squirming around and screaming, "What did you spray on me?!"
I sprayed his bag of clothes and then him again for good measure. Then I walked out of the door. So, the best part? He cleaned everything up and "got over it." But he had no idea that his car had been filled with this juice, which was cooking in his AC vent for the next 2 days.
When we went to drive home (a 2 1/2 hour drive back), he kept complaining to everyone that "The smell just won't go away." For two and a half hours in 90-degree weather, he blasted his AC with fish juice directly into his face. He sold the car a month later because "He just couldn't get the smell out."
nycgarbage
7. Power of Witness
This was one of the most unusual and frustrating events in my life. I was sleeping when my back door was broken down by two men. I yelled, and they left.
A young kid knocked on my door and said he saw it and that one of the thieves had a blue jacket and a yellow hat. I was livid and got into my car to scour the neighborhood.
Finding them took me about 5 minutes, and I drove to them in my car. I yelled at them. The kid with the blue jacket kept his head low and walked away while his friend confidently approached my car.
I kept yelling that they had broken down my door. Mr. Confident told me to calm down and that they had done nothing. I asked for their names, and a fake one was given.
I told them I was going to the police that a witness had seen Mr. Bluejacket in my yard and that the person could describe him clearly.
After hearing what I said, I guess Mr. Confident got scared. After a while, Mr. Confident reached out to me. I floored it, and he held onto my window, and I dragged him for about 20 yards because he wouldn’t let go.
Mr. Confident was twice my size and would have beaten me senseless. Luckily, I managed to get away and call the cops, and eventually, they were busted. It is one of the dumbest things I have ever done.
CalvinandHobbes2
8. Took Too Long
Second year of high school. A ski trip to Italy - fantastic. We're walking through the snow to our hotel in this moderately large Italian town when we come across a large stretch of grass buried under 3 feet of snow.
A giant snowball fight ensues. I have no friends at this point, no alliances, so I just try and stay out of it, wading through the snow, until this huge jerkward in my year comes up behind me and shoves me hard into the snow.
I hear him guffaw and stomp away. I know who he is. I will always remember. But right now, I'm stuck in the snow - I push myself up and try to walk, but I create a vacuum under my feet, and somehow my boots get sucked off.
I stagger backward with my feet covered in socks saturated in freezing water and fall backward down a slope. I was completely freezing and soaked my way back up the hill, but I was only 3 and a half feet tall. The snow is up to my shoulders, and it takes an age.
When I finally reach the top, my class is long gone. I'm lost in some town with no idea where to go. I eventually managed to find my boots again. With a lot of luck, I even managed to find the hotel after an hour of trekking around.
A year passes. I ended up befriending my nemesis. I bonded with him over the next two years, gaining his trust and keeping him close - when one day, we were walking back from school, and a thought struck me: here he is.
Vulnerable, trusting, oblivious. I fall back and let him walk ahead slightly, and then I take a run-up and KICK HIM IN THE ARSE as hard as I possibly can. As you may recall, this is a big bloke, and by this point, I am still not a giant, now a towering 3'9''. But he falls to the ground clutching his arse.
I start laughing manically. "THAT WAS FOR PUSHING ME IN THE SNOW 3 YEARS AGO, YOU FREAK," I shout, pointing at him. "YOU PUSHED ME IN THE SNOW ON THAT SKI TRIP, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE I WAS, AND I ENDED UP MISSING DINNER. I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS!"
He just stares at me, gob-smacked. Then he starts to laugh - that familiar guffaw of his. "Wow [mattesenn], you are one sneaky little bastard."
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9. Worth It Guilt
When I was about 18, I met a guy from school (same age) who was in a rock band. He was a complete and utter idiot. One day, I came home, and his car was in my parking place in my driveway at my parent's house.
I'm thinking, What is going on here? So, after seeing his car in the driveway multiple times a week, I realized he was banging the girl next door while her dad was working the night shift.
I confronted him about it, and he told me to back off and mind my own business. I argued with him and told him it was wrong and that she was immature.
Again, he told me to mind my business and back off. The next day, I came home, and he was in my parking place again. So I was furious. I entered the garage and found a bottle of concentrated muriatic acid for cleaning stones.
I poured it into his gas tank. Afterward, I felt really bad about it, but it was done. There was no undoing it. His car amazingly shows up for a couple more nights, and then it stops coming.
I later heard that a series of failures occurred. The carburetor was completely destroyed, followed by a leaking gas tank and gas lines. He junked the car. A short time after that, I heard he got my neighbor pregnant.
To keep himself from going to jail, he agreed to marry her when she turned 16 (the age of consent in my state). Then, they had another child a short time later.
She caught him cheating on her, and she divorced him, and she took him to the cleaners... He was in financial ruin for two decades. It's weird. When I think back to those days, I don't know why I didn't call the cops.
If I had told her father, he would have ended him. I mean, I literally ended him. Her father was a vicious, abusive psychopath.
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10. Heartless Car Owner
A few years ago, during the summer, I rode my bike to a friend's house along a fairly dead road. When I say dead, I mean a road in a newly developed neighborhood that has only local traffic and people on bikes/foot.
Being that there was no sidewalk to ride on, I was well off to the right of the road, but some jerkward nugget decided it would be fun to tailgate a bicycle while driving a Mustang...
Yeah, sounds great, right? Of course, as I panicked and peddled faster, he kept speeding up and slowing down/revving his engine until he accidentally nudged my tire, causing me to fall off my bike.
It was embarrassing, and I had so many cuts that made it difficult to get back up. Because he was a complete jerkward, he came to a full stop momentarily and sped off shortly after.
Knowing that it's almost always local traffic that goes through that area, it wasn't too hard to find out where he lived. Certainly, I knew I had to do something to get back at this douche who made my peaceful biking miserable.
Fast forward two weeks. I successfully found his house, so I planned to come one day and get my revenge. I ended up at his house at 4 in the morning with a large water bottle full of cement mix. I know you know where this will end.
I turned on his neighbor's hose and filled his gas tank to the brim with water, then dumped the cement mix into the remaining room around the cap.
To this day, that PoS Mustang is still sitting in his driveway with a "For Sale" sign on it, and he's now driving an even crappier Corolla.
frozendeff
11. Spreading Truth
I met my ex playing a game where the only purpose of the game (Basically) was to have a pretty-looking cartoon, be popular, and get tons of interwebs poon.
I found out he was cheating, and he swears he'll stop. This happens again. And again and finally, . But he had been telling people that I was abusive.
This is a guy who was jerkward and extremely manipulative. And he told his harem of internet cartoon women that I was abusive? I lost my mind.
I made sure everyone knew what he looked like. He was 500+lbs and disgusting (not because of his weight exactly, but because of his complete lack of personal hygiene). I told all those girls he swore his undying love to that he was phone-boning tons of other women.
I made sure the one person I knew would spread his picture around got a hold of it (I was also in the photograph; I showed it to this person knowing they'd take it and spread it around.), and I made his online life hell.
Everyone knew what he was, that the pictures he was sending around were fake, that he lived in an apartment where his father came over multiple times a day to feed him, and that he could hardly bathe himself.
His internet life on this game was all he had. He was totally immersed in the fantasy of it-- so immersed that he threw away a relationship with a flesh and blood person who had looked past all of his shortcomings and awful, horrible behavior. On the flip side, I'm sure he's still rotting away somewhere.
He stalked me for months afterward, and I had to move, change my phone #, and contact a lawyer. He continuously tried to get me back/ thought we were still going out/ thought we were getting back together.
My long-term revenge is that he has no contact with me. He has no idea where I live. I am happy as a clam, living with the love of my life and becoming a happier, healthier person every day. Some part of me still wants justice for messing with my life for 2+ years, but I ignore it these days.
TheOfficialStall
12. Use Clean Money
A guy embezzled money from a group of people he called his friends, then turned his back on that group of people. The throwaway avenger doesn't put up with that kind of bullcrap.
The throwaway avenger had his (not so petty) revenge. I won't explain what was done to incur such wrath. Still, I'll say the following story is true and entirely justified. Scumbag laundered a ton of money. Everyone knew it was immoral. He then bought his dream car with dirty money.
Too bad he didn't use the money to buy a house first because, without a garage to protect his brand new scam-on-wheels, it was all too easy to loosen the nut on the bottom of his oil pan (actually, it was a freaking pain in the head to get to, especially while trying to be quick and stealthy at the same time).
To make the long story short, I took out the bolt about 90% of the way so that it still kept the plugin but was loose enough.
Then, he tied a bit of string to one of the wheels such that by the time he pulled out and drove away, the string would have pulled the already 90% loosened bolt out of the oil pan.
The point was to drain his engine without his knowing; if I had drained his oil at night, he might have seen the puddle when he got up in the morning and only been out a few liters of oil.
Final result? He cooked his engine and had to pay almost as much as the car was worth, to begin with, to have it replaced. Moral of the story: don't embezzle money from people who know where you live.
throwawayavenger1
13. Mean Girl
There was a girl in 5th grade named Jenna who, in general, was a witch. She made fun of people and was an overall jerkward girl whom I took it upon myself to teach a lesson.
We read a book daily as a class, but classes were separated into periods. This meant that even if you were in my class for homeroom, your reading teacher may be someone else. Same for math, etc - you never knew who would sit at your desk, so naturally, you don't leave anything valuable in there.
Luckily, on this day, I got to sit at Jenna's desk. We're reading "Where the Red Fern Grows," and out of the corner of my eye, I see something on her desk, a glimmer…
It's a holographic Dragonite Pokemon card. With some quick handiwork, I put the card under my shirt and then faked like I needed to go to the bathroom.
Inside the stall, I marveled at my loot for a minute and then hid it in the "Treasure Box" found in all women's bathrooms - You know, where you put your discarded tampons and crap.
I made sure the bag in it was empty, lifted the bag, put the card under the bag, and left the bathroom. I had about thirty minutes left in school to collect the loot and go home.
Jenna gets back to class and is hysterical. "Someone stole my Pokemon card!" The teacher begins to tell her why we aren't allowed to bring them that reason.
So naturally, everyone who sat at the desk that day was scrutinized, but since it was the last bit of the day, the teachers clearly did not care. Jenna swore up and down I did it. "I just put that card in my desk," etc.
But no card was found when I emptied my bag, homework books, and desk. She was mad, and there was nothing to be done. Before boarding the bus, I slipped back into the bathroom, took my treasure, and went home. Added that witch to my deck, and I never felt guilty about it.
I still have that card somewhere, too. Heh.
SheepyTurtle
14. Everything Went South
There was this kid I went to school with, let's call him B, who would pick on me every chance he could get. He was the typical bully who thought he was better than anyone, and I was the tall, fat kid who never got angry.
B would do things like wait for me to leave my backpack unattended and empty off the second of the hallway, run by and stab me with pens or pencils, as well as the common witchy and insulting comments.
B never knew his dad either, which, until what I was about to explain, made me feel sorry for him. So, halfway through my junior year in high school, B started making fun of the fact that my grandmother recently passed away. And our conversation went:
B: She died to get away from you
He would say. I couldn't take it anymore, so I finally snapped back.
Me: At least her final words to me were that she loved. Where's your dad? Oh, that's right, he purposefully left you.
He got pissed and jumped on my back as I didn't have my backpack on. I tried to get him off, and some friends even came in and tried to help, but he wouldn't get off.
Eventually, a huge crowd gathered, and I got more embarrassed and frustrated. I get an idea. I saw the school's huge picnic tables and grabbed his hands around my neck to ensure he couldn't get off.
I told him to have fun, then just fell backward onto the ground. I've never heard those sounds before. He ended up being physically messed up. I was completely fine except for a bruise around my neck from him, which helped me prove that he attacked me.
PuppetOfFate
15. Poor Cat
My father works as a bathman at the smallest, most ghetto concrete plant in the city. He is the most intelligent person I have ever met, completely self-educated.
That being said, the men that he works with are mobsters, thugs, jerkwards, and complete freaking idiots. This past January, he called me around nine at night.
Over the last few weeks, he had befriended a stray cat around the yard. We had named him Pantalones. Pantalones had fallen into some sort of well filled with freezing water and all sorts of chemicals and powders.
My father had spent three hours trying to rescue Pantalones from a horrible death with a trash can, a rope, and a can of wet food from the CVS up the street.
By the time I got there, he had managed to get him out, into the shop, and cleaned some of the cement powder from the poor thing's eyes. However, Pantalones obviously did not enjoy this.
He took off and hid somewhere in the shop, and we gave up looking after about an hour. He tactfully avoided what would have been a nice trip to the ASPCA.
We left out food and kept the door cracked for him to escape before anyone found him. Fast forward a week. Pantalones has fully recovered from his burns and near frostbite and is running around the plant again.
My father was at the top of the plant when he heard a loud bang. He looked down and saw Pantalones lying on the ground next to a sandwich and one of the mechanics about twenty feet away with a gun. Now, we are peaceful folk. My father is a Buddhist. He absolutely lost his mind.
Other people got involved, and they pulled my dad off the guy. Pantalones was dead. He had lured him with a sandwich because he felt like shooting something.
My father started collecting dumps. Cat poo, dog poo, peacock poo, sasquatch poo, pretty much any kind of poo he could find.
Once he had enough, he filled the guy’s toolbox and desk, covering everything. He complained to the owner and was told to go to hell. It didn't make up for what he did.
Pantalones, I shall avenge thee.
[deleted]
16. Little Satisfying Revenge
In middle school, I was bullied by this scrawny, crap stain, Eric, whom I had known ever since first grade. I can't remember what I did to make this kid tease me.
He and his friends always pointed and laughed at my clothes, and I could never get a word in edgewise when I talked to friends over Eric's high-pitched, girly giggling.
My homeroom teacher was some idiot who always assured me, "Oh, it's because Eric likes you!" So I quit telling on him because it fell on deaf ears.
He was in Academic Enrichment classes due to his high IQ (highly debatable). One day, my homeroom teacher announced, "Anyone in AE needs to have their permission slip signed by [date]."
For once, that was the quietest day I had ever had. Out of curiosity, I asked one of my teachers about the trip, to which she elaborated it was to a museum, was exclusive to AE students, and cost $50 (tour bus, lunch, etc.).
Sounded like fun. Unfortunately, Eric resumed the teasing the following day. I recall that it was one of those days we all have where everything the rest of the day turns to hell because of one thing.
So I'm at my locker, packing as fast as possible, when I notice Eric a few lockers away, with his back turned to his pile of books. ..with a white envelope on top.
I slammed my locker shut, rushed over and snatched the envelope before kicking his books down the hall. Once I was out of sight, I tore open the envelope, and sure enough, a $50 check and the permission slip for the AE trip were inside.
I ripped everything to shreds and tossed it in the trash. I walked back to my locker to see Eric frantically gathering his things. The next day, he rummaged through his things during homeroom to find his permission slip and check.
From what I remember, he did not go on the trip and wasn't teasing me too much. Alas, old habits die hard. A month later, at my friend's Christmas party, his parents suggested we go caroling.
The first house we hit, Eric's, had no lights. Here, his mom came out, sweet as pie, to inform us they were celebrating Hanukkah.
I stepped forward and introduced myself, and Eric's mom, remembering me from elementary school, called Eric downstairs. "Your friend Lucidviolet is here!"
He sheepishly appeared, and I must have had the biggest crap-eating grin as I cooed, "Happy holidays. It's nice to see where you live. "
I kid you not. Eric and his cronies never spoke to me again, and I could enjoy the rest of middle school quietly.
lucidviolet
17. Fast Hands
When I was in high school, I was very small and skinny for my age. I was a late bloomer, so I was about 5' 1-2" until my senior year (I then had a growth spurt and shot up to around 6' 2" tall, so I tower over people now).
There was this little jerkward named Andy. Andy was the freaking worst. He was one of those little twerps that always verbally and mentally abused people but was all talk and could easily be put in his place by most people if it came to a fight. Unfortunately, I was small enough that fighting wasn't an option, so I resorted to another form of revenge. One day, he came up to me when I was at my locker and started calling me names.
I asked him to walk away and warned him he would regret not doing so. He laughed at my warning, pushing me into the locker and walking away.
Little did he know that I had snagged his wallet while pushing me into the locker (I was very quick with my hands after 14 years of piano and a couple of years of card magic). Andy was a dealer, so I knew he would have a good amount of cash.
So, did I keep the cash? No, no, no. I needed to torture him. I removed the cash. Tossed the wallet with all his cards and ID and then turned the cash into the office, telling them I found it in the hallway.
At the end of the day, there was an announcement that a sum of cash had been turned in, and if the owner could prove it was his, they could claim it.
By now, Andy had realized that his cash had been turned in after he couldn't find his wallet anywhere. He went to the office to try and claim it, telling them that I had somehow taken it from him, so I was called to the office with him.
But Andy, having a good history of lying and other acts of mischief, had little leverage over a 4.0, honor roll, NHS student who teachers and faculty respected.
Andy was never given the money, and after a few days, and nobody else claimed it, the money was given to me for being an honest student and turning it in—all $140 of it.
He knew exactly what happened, but he could do nothing about it. He was pissed for months, but Andy never messed with me again out of fear of what else I could do.
That was some sweet, sweet justice.
Tacky_Narwhal
18. Sacrificing Friendship
A long-time good friend of mine convinced me to leave a great job with great people for a big opportunity on the other side of the world. I did it almost entirely because I believed in him and our potential.
I get out there just two weeks after him and learn that he has managed to systematically piss off the customer and everyone else on the project. He tries to blame it all on me.
He treats me like crap, condescends to me, mocks me, ridicules me, and yet puts little to no actual effort into the work at all himself. Finally, he did something that was the final straw for me.
All I did was check with some people to be assured I would be fine. Then I just kept my mouth shut every time he made a mistake - according to him, he always knew better than me anyway.
My only action was not telling him that he was messing up so badly. Eventually, it happened - he was fired. He lost his job and couldn't return to his last job because he burned that bridge. Also lost a large commission from his last job to take this one.
He lost his girlfriend because he became professionally and emotionally unstable. He also lost his savings because he couldn't find a job for months after returning home.
He is about to lose even more because the SNAFU left in his wake has resulted in some lawsuits against him for damages. I could have saved him. I could have helped him rehabilitate his image and avoid all this.
But nope. If you were allegedly my friend for over a decade, then treat me like subservient when I follow you halfway around the world for a job, don't be surprised when I see an axe getting ready to come down on you and, instead of intervening, step back so I don't get any blood splattered on me.
When he left, I gave him some money for the taxi fare. Told him it was a going away present. Best money I have ever spent! :-)
victorykings
19. Too Sassy
Probably, not the most damaging, but definitely the sassiest. My childhood is full of great memories. I will never forget many events, but this one really got me.
While growing up, my home was filled with many framed cross-stitch and needle-point stuff that my mom had made herself. Some of it is like a picture of a cornucopia, flowers, verses from the bible, etc.
One work in particular hung between my bedroom door and my mother's door that said: 'Smile, God loves you.' My brother and I always fought like crazy when I was around 7 or 8; he was ten or 11ish.
We would get into these huge shouting matches that he would always win with his advanced 5th-grade-level insults. One day, he said something that must have really rubbed me the wrong way because I responded with the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh yeah? Well, you should FROWN because god hates you!" Within a half hour, my mom had me on the phone with my dad, an Episcopal priest.
Put_it_on_the_pizza
20. Neighbor Traitor
I've posted this story before, but it's relevant. I got to dispense a little justice to my neighbor once. I met the neighbor sitting outside shining boots.
He was in the Army National Guard. I introduced myself, and we talked a bit about the Army. I helped him shine his boots and pulled a couple of beers out of the cooler that I kept in the back of my truck.
That time, we made a bond. He was a good guy. Fast forward a few months, and I am silently wondering if I am an alcoholic. The case of beer that I had bought the day before yesterday had dwindled to a six-pack.
Well, I just shrugged it off. I drove my wife's car to work one day that week. My wife worked in a shop across the street and phoned me to tell me that she had been watching the neighbor climb into my truck and stuff his pants with my beer.
At first, I was going to confront him and demand restitution. Still, I decided that I could avenge my missing cans of beer by switching to bottles.
So I switched, and when they were empty, I refilled them with...uh...recycled beer and recapped. Put them in my cooler and waited patiently. A few went missing...I waited...nothing else was taken.
My point was made.
Canis07
21. Unknown Accusations
One day, a neighbor whom I never met accused me of trying to stab her dog through a double fence this winter. Just so you know, they have a wooden 6-foot stockade fence surrounded by a 4-foot chain link fence.
The dog was injured on something in their backyard and required several stitches, which resulted in a large vet bill that they couldn't afford.
And because of that, they knew someone must be blamed for it. They concocted the story that their "Animal-hating" neighbor did this.
He began a fundraiser and raised quite a sum of money, way more than the bill was. I had no idea about this whole drama until a friend in the police department told me what this whacko was accusing me of.
No kidding, I was dumbfounded the moment I knew about it. Once I found out, I requested a copy of the police report where the neighbor stated that the dog was hurt in their yard.
There wasn't any blood or human footprints near the fence, etc., So I posted it to the fundraising site. She lost friends and a reputation for $400!
Beaverbrown55
22. Accident Revenge
When I was 11, a guy in the year above me used to be a bully. He would stand over everyone, and he was massive for a 12-year-old.
One day, after doing PE (Physical education class), I went to get changed into my uniform in the changing room that was backed onto his classroom.
Just my luck, this douche happens to be in there. What are the odds? Anyway, a few words are exchanged before he shoves me really hard into all these school bags that were stored in there and leaves.
When I dusted myself off, something caught my eye. It was his bag. His mum had written his name in big, bold letters, so I ignored it and had a look and, to my great joy, discovered the sickest Dragon Ball Z card collection.
I never planned to get back at him, but I saw the opportunity there, waiting for me to do so. He was a rich kid as well as a bully and had them at school to show off.
I knew I had to do something just to make things even. So yeah, I stole them and never looked back. After school, I saw him crying like a witch, telling his mum they were missing.
It was not your kind of revenge, but as a child, it was so worth it. I got to keep an amazing and epic card and made a bully cry simultaneously.
Totally worth it!
drinkingdiesels
23. A Pet For Pets
I had this really witchy neighbor a few years ago. Well yeah, until now, I still feel so pissed. She and her boyfriend always did random things to me and my stuff.
Once, she drew on my car with a sharpie (it was a guy’s private part), stole my garbage bins, and hid them in her backyard. I have called the police on her many times, but she's got connections there, so she was always let off.
The witchy neighbor just finished off my cat. He was an outdoors cat, and she fed him rat poison while chilling. How do I know? She told me so.
Apparently, he was "agitating" her dogs, so she did it. Her dogs were a fancy, top-notch, 10k-a-piece dogs. They were all show dogs and freaking adorable.
I took all three of them and gave them to various friends/family members. One is in Canada, one in the UK, and another in Japan.
I didn't think I'd get away with it, but she didn't have any tracking microchips in her dogs, so I just took off the collar, and they were mine.
I moved shortly after that, but apparently, she's still looking for them.
singeorgina
24. Completely Denied
When I was alone, I lived temporarily with some friends while I settled in and got my own place. I put most of my belongings in the storage unit of their apartment.
I returned a week or so after moving into my own place to get my things, and my buddy told me that the guys he knew downstairs from him had taken my bed set.
I went down to confront them about it, and when they opened the door, I could see straight into their apartment and into the bedroom - and there was my bed.
They denied it, said their uncle gave it to them, and shut the door in my face. I asked my buddy if he knew which car they owned, and he did.
He pointed it out, and I checked the doors. They were unlocked. I went into my car, grabbed the extra bottles of motor oil I had, and proceeded to coat their car's interior in motor oil.
The last bottle covered the driver's seat. Then I walked next door to the 7-11, bought a milk carton, and poured it into the car's vents.
[deleted]
25. Bringing Back Judgement
It's not exactly the "worst" revenge, but I think it's funny. My ex-mother-in-law was one of those "a wife serves her husband and does everything" kind of people.
She always criticized me. My housework, the meals I cooked, etc. I decided to get even by filling a sock with the dust from my vacuum canister.
Every day, I'd stop by her house and take a moment to shake the sock around it. It left dust everywhere. The floors were the easiest.
Everyone's socks would get dirty from walking around. Her husband was noticing she wasn't doing her "duty." The best was when I went and shook dust all over her couch pillows and returned that night.
I made a show of flopping down on the couch from being "SO exhausted from work. Dust went everywhere. Her husband said, "What the heck------, don't you ever vacuum? "
[deleted]
26. Pure Justice
I screen-capped photos from my wife's lover's Facebook. I sent them to the school administration because she was a teacher, and posting pics of your student's tests and then making fun of them is not cool.
She was fired at the end of the year. After his dismissal, I divorced her and got her removed from her position at daycare.
Because it was a church-based facility with morality clauses for employment. All it took was a conversation with the pastor, and she was phased out at the first available opportunity.
cbrown80
27. Just A Testing
Went paintballing, and one jerkward thought it would be hilarious to shoot me in the back of the leg "to see if it worked." Obviously, it hurt like crazy.
Two rounds in, and we get put on the same team. He's forgotten about it because he's done about thirty other jerkward things since then.
He walks about ten feet before me as we begin the round and says, "Is everyone ready?" So, I shot him in the back of the leg and said, "Yeah, just gotta see if my gun is working."
He turns around, screaming at me so, ever so calmly, I shoot him again. Judging by his reactions, I shot his left ball. He walked away and went home with a victory.
stayshiny
28. Oops, Wrong Schedule
My first job was in retail, and I was really close with the rest of the team. Some newcomers were hired for the summer, which gave us some healthy competition.
One girl kept stealing everyone else's sales. When she was confronted, she gave absolutely no damn and continued taking everyone's sales.
Our schedule was always done on paper, and it was everyone's job to read their schedules properly for the following week.
If you can't physically come into the store to write your schedule, you have to call and speak to a manager over the phone to read your schedule.
Anyway, she called and didn't ask for a manager to give her her schedule. I gave her all the wrong shifts, followed by termination due to job abandonment (missing work 3 shifts in a row).
cavj
29. Virus All The Way
I worked in an office once, and the boss was a real prick. If you used any of your sick days, he would hold that against you at your yearly review...
But if he was sick or just felt like it, he would stay home or golf. Well, there was a terrible flu going around, and I was sick.
A coworker was sick and throwing up in his trash bin, but we could not leave. So when my boss went home super early (again), I went into his office, coughed, and sneezed all over his mouse and keyboard.
He got really sick a day later.
bcausefuckuthatswhy
30. The Mail Thief
When my grandparents were younger, they lived in flats, and the woman in the flat below them (nearest to the postbox) would always read their letters.
My grandad knew because he could tell she was re-sealing the glue over her kettle. So one day, he decided to send a letter to himself but include a black hair of my Nan's.
The woman with the same colored hair would pick it out, thinking it was hers. However, he also included a note saying, 'Stop reading our letters, you nosey woman' (my grandad's a rather blunt guy).
Needless to say, their post was never opened again, and he never received that letter back.
Ellie821
31. Most Adorable
I was playing follow the leader with my best friend in kindergarten. He was the leader and ran up the slide. We weren't supposed to run up the slide.
However, we were 5 years old and could make our own decisions. I followed him, but the teacher saw me and told me to sit down on the pavement until recess was over.
So I told her that my friend went up it first and I just followed. The teacher called him over and asked if what I said was true, to which he said 'No.'
So then I told him we weren't friends until he said sorry. That showed him! He said sorry, and then we played Tony Hawk on his N64 after school.
[deleted]
32. Notes of Wraith
I know it's cliche, but my grade school was very divided between the popular jock kids (most were also rich) and the rest of us.
This kid was a popular jerkward and taunted me day after day. He was smaller than I was, but he was always surrounded by kids looking for an excuse to kick me, which happened more than once.
So, I just had to put up with it. In Catholic grade school, we took notes for 1 hour every day in Theology class, then were given an exam that covered the entire year.
I deliberately waited until mid-May, then acted out in class so that I'd have a "lunch detention." That means they leave you unattended in your classroom, doing some assignments while everyone else is at recess.
During "lunch detention," I stole the Theology notebook from a bully’s desk (I hated him) and threw it in the sewer on my way home.
He had to borrow someone else's notebook and re-write the entire year's worth of notes by hand. Working three to four hours per day took him over a week.
topnotchfang
33. Sneaky Revenge
It's not the worst, but it's the funniest. I dated a guy for three years and broke up with him when I found out he was married (a whole other story).
I did nothing when I found out other than stop speaking to him. About 6 months later, I thought about it and wanted to send a little jab.
So I logged into the student library site with his student card info and ordered a few dozen books on adultery to be delivered to his office (an option available to grad students).
He shares with two colleagues. He's a computer science major, so the books were not part of his studies. It was little, but it gave me a laugh!
Sameeblue
34. The Piss
Not me, but my brother has always been one of those evil geniuses thinking ten steps ahead of everyone else… In kindergarten, he went to a fancy private school and used to get picked on a lot for wearing glasses.
The one time he fought back in self-defense, he got sent to the principal's office and lost recess privileges for a week. This was in January. He held onto that resentment all year.
Fast forward to the last day of school. My brother consumes as many liquids as possible and then doesn't use the bathroom all day.
In the last hour of the day, he sneaks into the principal's office and pees EVERYWHERE. We're talking all four walls, floor, and ceiling.
Eventually, my brother gets caught. When the principal asks why he did it, he looks him straight in the eyes and says, "You pissed me off, so I pissed on you." And that's how you get expelled from private school.
civillydisobedient
35. Missing Keys
When I was 11 years old, I injured both my arms in a biking accident. My mom, being the skeptic that she is, didn't believe me and waited 2 to 3 days before taking me to the hospital to get them looked at.
Turns out my left humerus was completely broken, and my right radius was fractured. Because she waited so long, my left arm is now slightly crooked from being set wrong.
However, it wasn't set bad enough to get rebroken and reset. I still haven't forgiven her, and for the next month after it happened, I would keep hiding her keys.
I hid them in different places in the morning and watched her get confused when she looked for them, wondering where she last put them.
To this day, she still doesn't know that I hid them. Needless to say, she was late to work a few times.
Tman1829765
36. Bike Rage
I'm biking my dog around my neighborhood. Some guy almost ran me over with his SUV while laughing and turning onto his driveway.
I have to jump off my bike to avoid him. I get really pissed off and start punching and kicking his car like a madman and a wall. He gets scared and stays inside his car.
I walk to the back, pull out my pocket knife, and put a huge gash along his back door with a huge grin on my face just to freak him out more.
I return to my bike with my dog, waiting patiently because he's never seen me that mad, and we bike home towards sunset.
WhoopiLatifah
37. Pool of Milk
I was walking across the street at a crosswalk carrying a half gallon of milk home from Walgreens, and a lady came around the corner and hit me with her car.
She was only going like 10 miles an hour, so I just fell onto the hood of her car, but my milk busted and started to spill everywhere.
Then she yells at me, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" through her window. My rage levels were over 9000. I tossed the now-open half gallon of milk into her car.
I flipped her the bird and walked away.
[deleted]
38. Trash Everywhere
When I was waiting to take my road test, my dad did that with a McDonald's bag.
Basically, the car in front of us was having a McDonald's lunch and tossed the garbage out when they were done. My dad said, "Hey, you forgot your garbage!" or something sarcastic.
The other car was like, "No, it's trash," my dad started throwing pieces of garbage into their car through the passenger window. They were like, "Excuse me, Mister!!!" They just ended up arguing and throwing the trash at my dad, which he would throw back into the car. Anyway, reminded me of that story I had blocked out of my mind for 8 years.
I passed the test, btw. And have never hit anyone.
[deleted]
39. Should Not Feel Bad
I posted links to the bondage website my ex-girlfriend did a few shoots with to online reviews of the legit business she ended up working for after getting her life straight.
Sounds pretty awful, huh? I still wish I hadn't done it, but she had just tried to get me fired when she discovered I had "moved on" by telling completely fabricated stories.
I mean stories with no basis in truth. I have children. Trying to get me fired was evil. I texted after the posts with exactly this: "Telling lies to get people fired is lame, dude. The truth works so much better [link to her company's reviews]."
I really shouldn't have, but I was angry, and it felt like self-defense at the time.
howlandreedsknight
40. Sick Pranks
April Fool's Day this year: I had several friends send fake texts to another friend (let's call him Steve) who lives in a different state. The texts were pretend responses to an imaginary ad offering free kittens.
Steve somehow figured out it was me. He then goes to a popular classifieds site and posts three separate ads with my number attached: free puppies, free kittens, and a free 42" flatscreen TV.
I start receiving a flood of calls, texts, and voicemails. I was contacted by well over 150 interested individuals in the first couple of hours. I frantically tried to think of how I would get him back, and then it hit me...
I responded to everyone by saying, "Sure - it's still available. Come by anytime tonight after 5. I'm Steve, here's my address..."
Except that I didn't always say 5 - I told people to come at different times. Steve had a steady stream of angry/disappointed visitors from 4-10 pm that evening.
dmc5
41. The Copycat
Once, when I was at school, this annoying kid used to sit next to me and copy my work. For a while, I let it happen despite being pissed off at the same time.
Anyway, I was in a particularly bad mood one day, and he was up to his usual tricks. At this point, he wasn't even being subtle about it, and he just casually reached across and started pulling my sheets of paper closer to him.
I snapped and said, "JUST TAKE MY FREAKING WORK!!!" I put my hand flat on the sheets of paper and viciously slid them along the desk in his direction, letting go of them swiftly.
Air got underneath the paper, and they lifted in the direction of his face. One corner of a sheet of paper flung straight up into his eyeball, and I immediately thought, "What have I done!?" After crying for a bit, he moved his hand away, and his eye was bloodshot right next to his iris.
To this day, his eye still looks the same, and I'm ridden with guilt whenever I see him.
_Anonymity_
42. Pay Next Time
Years and years ago, I had a connection with satellite card programmers. I had friends and such that I would get them for. A friend's dad wanted one.
So I got him one. I think they were around $100. I didn't collect money from him right away. I called him several times to collect, and he decided he wouldn’t pay me.
All because he couldn't figure out how to program his cards. Not really my problem. I called him a few more times, but he just flat-out refused.
He told me he would call the police and tell them I was selling satellite programmers. He had made his money in software and thought he could do whatever he wanted.
I hate people like that. I was 19 or so, and $100 wasn't exactly expendable. So I put brake fluid in a spray bottle and completely coated his new escalator. Never saw my $100. Still, hangs out with his kid to this day.
lauie
43. One of The Girls
"Friend" I had was 24/7 teasing me and saying that I could never get a girl and was doomed to be forever alone because I was on a dry streak.
Goes around boasting about how he had banged several "women" as he put it, including a 21-year-old (we were 16 at the time).
Stopped being amusing after a while, where in an hour-long lecture, he'd be constantly passing these comments and generally trying to cause trouble.
Sometime later, I bought a new phone with a new number, and before I gave my number back to everyone, a thought occurred to me.
I texted him a text saying, "I'm pregnant. We need to talk." He disappeared for the rest of the school day while sending me a lot of messages trying to find out who I was, and I later saw him freaking out and crying outside.
[deleted]
44. Worst Hangover
As a student, I lived in a house with 2 others. Anyway, one of them came into my room drunk one evening and picked up a dumbell/weight.
When I asked him to put it down, he threw the dumbell onto a piece of metal furniture I had in my room. That piece of furniture was damaged badly.
Fuming, I picked this skinny man up and put him outside my room. I managed to bend it back into shape, but the marks were still there.
Anyway, to get my revenge, we were going for drinks later that night, so he had a few more drinks and still didn't really have control over his behavior.
We got home, and I went to his room to see how I could get revenge. He used to keep a pint glass of water by his bedside table to drink through the night.
Before he went to bed, I tipped 2/3 of the water in his pint glass and topped it up with super-strength vodka. He drank it all through the night... I didn't see him for 24 hours - he said he had the worst hangover he'd ever had.
Revenge.
MoreCowbellMofo
45. Power of Friends
When I was in high school, I flipped burgers at a fast food place. A few months in, I was fired by an assistant manager. She used to yell and bully people to get her way.
I wouldn't have any of that. So she claimed I was rude to customers, and I was fired. Almost 15 years later, I discovered she now worked at a company that a friend of mine owned.
I bought him dinner. She was fired. Her job had nothing to do with the fast food place, and I hadn't talked to her in 15 years.
It didn't matter that she might have been a good worker or a changed person. It was petty revenge, and yet I enjoyed it quite a bit.
tauntology