r/pettyrevenge

A few years back I had an interview with a CEO of a small company. He kept me waiting an hour, was super rude, hadn't read my resume before meeting me, asked me questions not at all pertinent to the role, tried to get personal info on former coworkers. All this in an interview which lasted about 10 minutes, after which I walked out.

I didn't know about Glassdoor at the time, but when I discovered it, I found this company's page and learned that he was universally hated by everyone who had met him.

Interestingly, his company had a Wikipedia page, which he had clearly created, as it originally read like a marketing brochure. Editors kept removing biased information from the page, and eventually it was whittled down to basically just a stub saying "This company exists". It had a Notability tag applied to the page, saying that this page really doesn't meet Wikipedia's criteria for inclusion and should be improved if someone wants it kept around.

Well, I didn't want it kept around. F*ck that guy and his company. So I applied the "Proposed Deletion" tag to it, which, if no one objects or edits the page or removes the tag, will lead to the page being deleted seven days later.

Surprise surprise, no one objected or edited the page, and seven days later, the page was deleted. I experienced a small frisson of delight seeing the page gone.

I repeat: F*ck that guy and his company.

Sorry this is being written late at night, please forgive short hand story telling.
My fiancé grew up with barely any contact with his dad. Dad didn’t pay child support, and fiancé had to jump from home to home with his mom.. In fiancé’s 30’s he reached out to his dad, who lives across the country, trying to build a relationship. I had listen to countless phone calls of dad verbally abusing and gaslighting fiancé. Fiancé says he doesn’t want to give up relationship to dad because grandparent’s and dad’s company would be passed down to him, and he wants this legacy company. Dad’s dad passes away and dad put’s dad’s mom in nursing home. We visit fiancé grandma and find out she’s been on a liquid diet for a couple of months because dad didn’t provide her dentures.. We locate the dentures and get them to her. She passes away and fiancé gets grandparent portion of business. Fiancé gets grandparents portion of business, so again I ask why not walk away? He responds he’s already put too much into this business, he can’t walk away. Dad hasn’t filled taxes for 10 years for him, nor his ailing parents (fiancé’s grandparents). So before anything can be done about inheritance, fiancé must do 10 years of taxes for 3 people. At the same time he is trying to figure out why the business is failing. Turns out dad has gambling addiction. Over the course of the past 40 years, dad has gambled away countless millions. He wracked up so much debt due to gambling fiancé has to sink thousands of dollars of his own money plus take out loans in order to pay off gambling debts.. Fast forward to this weekend. Fiancé flys dad to us so we can go on vacation where dad handles the expense of the hotel. Amazing hotel, amazing trip. But fiancé chose seats for both flights. Dad had an ok aisle seat coming here. On the back home, fiancé booked a middle seat for the 5 hour flight. Dad called afterwards saying he was sat next to a 400 pound man, and couldn’t move the entire flight. Part of me feels bad for dad, but I’m happy to see my fiancé cackling.

I bought land and was planning on putting a house up on the back of the 80 acres. The driveway would approximate .4 miles. I knew I would have to get the driveway prepped long in advance and divided my parcel with the driveway on the highest section, fields on either side. Shortly thereafter, a neighbor, Shit for Brains (SFB) approached me to rent my fields. He had rented from the former owner and offered to pay me 60% of what he paid the former owner. I declined. When I told him why, SFB offered to pay the same. Again, I declined. Every other property around me was earning $75 an acre, and he was only offering $50. We finally settled on $70...with three conditions: First, he couldn't plant on the area I had staked out to be my yard. Second, he couldn't plant on my driveway (which was easily identified as it was now sculpted with the hump in the middle and had 10 loads of gravel already delivered.) Third, he had to have his corn out before December 1 because I would need at least the adjacent field cleared for a new pole shed. He agreed. I put it in writing, and after grumbling, SFB signed.

I lived in the cities at the time this was happening, so imagine my surprise to get a call from Dad two weeks later and learn SFB had plowed straight through my driveway and planted on it. Further, he PARKED all his equipment on the far side of my freshly seeded lawn!! He drove over the flags and twine indicating the yard. I was livid. My dad told me to relax and just put the driveway back in (most of the gravel would still be there). At that time, Dad also realized SFB had driven over a burn pile (old outhouse torn down, mostly burned) with his tractor, and two tires were now flat.

He came to retrieve his equipment on probably the muddiest day of the month and knocked on my dad's door (he lived next to the parcel I purchased) to see why I plowed down his driveway and flattened his tires. Dad explained to him he shouldn't have planted corn in the driveway, and how could I possibly have flattened his tires when I hadn't been up since he parked there?

That December, I still hadn't received my first half of rent money (first half prior to plant, second half at harvest). Corn was ripe and due for harvest, and I had two days to prep the field for my shed. I had loads of gravel arranged for December 2nd or 3rd, and there was corn where it was supposed to go. I drove to the renter's home, and only his wife answered. I explained that the corn was supposed to be harvested already and I hadn't received rent yet. She said she'd tell him. He never showed.

December 2, gopher state one call staked out electric lines. Corn still there. December 3, gravel and materials are delivered to my property for the shed. Corn still there. December 4, morning of, guys arrive to build the shed but can't come down the driveway because the renter parked his massive combine at the road, completely blocking my driveway. They call to let me know they can't start. I tell them just drive over the cornfield on either side of the driveway. According to our contract, there wasn't supposed to be corn there, and the rental agreement expired.

The shed was a standard 40x60. They had to bulldoze about 1/10th of an acre to level the gravel. Some time that afternoon, the renter came down screaming at me about his ruined fields. I explained he signed a contract requiring all corn be removed prior to December 1. He said he never signed a contract. I told him if he never signed a contract, and I didn't receive money for the rent, the corn was mine. I could do what I wanted with it.

SFB was also a county commissioner, and SFB called upon a cop friend for a favor: get out to my property right now and put a stop to further construction damage. When cop showed up, he obviously heard only one side of the story. So, when I showed him the contract, explained SFB hadn't paid for it, showed the crop wasn't removed in time, and explained that he damaged my driveway and killed a bunch of my grass, I asked him what he'd do in my situation.

"I have access to a combine. I can cut it down for you. If he pays you, I can give him the corn...less the cost of harvesting it. And rent for storing it. If he doesn't pay you, I'll cover the cost of the rent." By January the following year, the renter had paid the cop for the corn, and cop had paid me for the rent. He came to the cop with the money...and a receipt for payment...backdated to the preceding year (tax purposes). Cop said he wouldn't sign it unless the date was correct. SFB was furious but initialed the change.

That very next year, SFB was booted out of his commissioner seat because he was using the position for personal gain. I think the cop narked on him.

I had a roommate who was a good guy but very careless. We shared utilities 50/50 so costs were shared. He had an in-window air conditioner and we lived in Southern California so it's often blazing hot.

Several times I came home to find him gone, bedroom door open, and air conditioner blazing. I would just go in and turn it off - no big deal. But then a few times I'd look in and he has the other windows open - and the air conditioner doing its best to cool the whole L.A. area ... And I'm paying for it. I mentioned it a few times (WHY even run AC when a window is open?!) but he never stopped.

Well...

I took out the power plug in the wall, and put clear Scotch tape around one of the prongs, then plugged it back in. No power connection - no AirCon. But it looks normal.

Later on, he came back and his AC is "dead". I said "oh, did you leave it running with the windows open again?" He had a lamp in the other socket so he knew there was power, he just couldn't use the AC anymore. Sorry...

Later when he moved it cleared the tape out of the outlet. Good as new.

So I'm selling something through an app, I got messaged by said guy he said he was interested. We scheduled a time and place to meet and everything was going well.

The day of comes, I drive 30 minutes to the place we are meant to meet, everything is going normal. Except he never shows up, and completely ghosts me. I waited an hour for him but he never came, and never responded again.

My first thought is I hope nothing serious happened, but I move on with my life.

Couple days pass and I come across a post in a discord of an item for sale, it's the same item that the guy I was selling to was selling. It's 100% him, it's the same pictures, same item, he even has a similar username. Also nothing serious happened as he has been active on this discord.

So what I'm considering is messaging him saying I want to buy it, right up until he is driving to our meetup location, and then ghosting him just like he did to me. He doesn't know my discord, because we made the deal in a completely different app.

Is this too petty? I know I should just let it go, but at the same time it would be great for him to get a taste of his own medicine. Should I do it?

I rented the ground-level apartment in my friend’s split level for a few years. The guys who rented upstairs owned a party lighting company, and as a result they usually came home from work around 3 AM. I worked a nine-to-five job, and I’m a fairly light sleeper. When they came home from work, they’d occasionally turn on the TV, and usually fairly loud, which would of course wake me up, but most of the time I could drown out the noise by turning on a fan in my bedroom.

This was annoying but I could deal with it……until one of their girlfriends moved in with them upstairs. This nasty such-and-such had no problem with turning up the volume on the TV all the way, in the middle of the night every night, and watching for hours. This was the early years of flat-screen TVs and they had a big one, so likely it was verrrry expensive. When I knocked on the door to ask them to turn it down, I was told "this is when we get home from work and we’ll do what we want". Even having my friend, their landlord, intervene, had no effect.

Well, a few nights of one or two hours’ sleep turned me downright ingenious. I remembered that once, while microwaving my dinner, I had started vacuuming the floor and having both appliances turned on tripped the circuit breaker. I crossed my fingers that we were on the same circuit and during the next morning’s 3 AM showing of Willy Wonka, with the girlfriend screaming “I love this movie!” and turning the volume up even louder than usual, I turned on the microwave and the vacuum. Five seconds and poof! Blessed silence! I heard a little shuffling around upstairs, then one of them went down into the basement and reset the circuit breaker.

The power came back on, and so did the television. I waited about a minute before turning back on the microwave and vacuum. Poof! Silence! They reset the circuit breaker again, but this time there was no more TV. I went back to the most blissful slumber ever.

My friend later told me that they complained to him about the power going out because it was such an expensive TV and that could damage the electronics. I told him that if they kept the volume to a respectful level then I wouldn’t have to do anything about it, but I wouldn’t hesitate to if it happened again. The microwave/vacuum trick was only necessary a couple more times before they got the hint and kept the noise down in the middle of the night.

The big screen tv story reminded me of this gem.

I was living in a loft in my 20’s not the trendy kind but the shabby (not shabby sheik kind). I had three neighbours, one on the same floor, D’Arcy who’d always invite everyone to his parties to mitigate complaints. I usually refused as I worked weird hours (shift work) and explained to him that the old stone walls were 4’ thick and I literally can’t hear his parties but thanks for the invite.

This leads us to my upper and lower neighbours, while the walls were thick the flors were about 4” thick with what were maybe 2 sets of 2”x12” boards running perpendicular to each other over some old large timbers. You could literally see through the small cracks where the floor met the walls into the upper and lower units. Not enough to see anything but you could tell if the lights were on. There was also a no kid policy, I have no idea if this was actually enforceable or not.

So John downstairs liked to smoke the devils lettuce and sing along out of key to The Who. I think who’s next was the only record he owned. He was pretty easy to deal with, usually I’d go down and tell him to knock it off around 1am so I could get some sleep if I had to work first shift. One evening after having enough of the racket and smoke since he was not answering his door I called 911 and I found out later that HIS downstairs neighbours did also. As I heard the police banging on the door I got up to tell them they’d have to go see the landlord who lived in the building to get keys because John wasn’t answering. They laughed, waited for the brief silence between songs and kicked the door so hard I thought it would break. When John opened the door it was like a smoke bomb went off. I don’t know if it was just related to the weed but he left in handcuffs and never returned.

This leads us to upstairs guy, named because I never learned his name. I assume he was divorced and had his kid on alternate weekends. As kids will do (and I did) kiddo woke up early Saturday morning to watch cartoons at full volume. This was annoying but I get it. What really got me was he was riding a tricycle around the loft. When I went up to ask him semi-politely if he could maybe ride it in the park “upstairs guy” told me to F off. Right in front of his kid who incidentally was riding a big wheel. So I did just that. Now remember those thin floors? Big ass speakers pointed up with the bass on full easily drowned out looney tunes. Upstairs guy comes down to complain. I said “YOU can F off, but since you’re a moron and your kid doesn’t know better I’ll turn it down. But no more big wheel mmmkay? Because I may be the adult here but I’m NOT the bigger person and I’ll play techno until 11pm.” He said fine and left.

TL;DR techno beats cartoons.

I am 22m. I just started working in the welding/steel working industry February of this year. The guy that I get stuck working with and learning from all the time is like 45 and he's hungover and grumpy all the time. He has like three DUIs and in his own words, Ain't no quitter.

Anyway, he constantly talks down to me and gives me a hard time because im young and don't know how to just jump in and do alot of stuff on my own yet. Every time I have to interrupt what he's doing to ask a question it's like "Seriously kid? How do you not know how to do this shit!?!?!?" Like bro, I'm 22. I worked at McDonald's before this. I'm an apprentice, I'm not supposed to know how to do everything, I'm supposed to do the shit work for you and learn the more advanced stuff as I go.

He got his license suspended and has all kinds of fines and court costs to pay, so he is also constantly trying to bum rides, or wanting to borrow $20. He recently got caught driving on suspended license, and got sentenced to a few weekends in jail. Friday at work, he asked me to drop him off at the jail after work, so he can serve his first weekend. I was like sure bro, whatever.

After work I drove him down to the jail. When we pulled into the parking lot, there were several cops milling about, socializing around a cop car. That's when the intrusive thought popped into my head. My coworker got out of the car, and started walking tword the entrance. I started to pull out of the parking lot. I rolled my window down and shouted "HE HAS DRUGS UP HIS ASS!!!!!" All the cops snapped their heads tword my car and then at my coworker. I drove off cackling like the Joker.

Don't know if that caused him to get a more invasive search than he would have otherwise, and if he shows up for work Monday he's gonna be pissed, but he's always pissed anyway so who cares. Maybe try not being a dick to the person you constantly bum rides off of 🤷‍♂️

Okay so this story isn’t exactly juicy but I had fun with it anyway. Years ago I did residential work taking care of adults with disabilities. We were not allowed to park in the driveway for various reasons so I would have to park across the street on either side.

On one side of the street there was a middle-aged man living alone with his dog. I’d see him out all the time throwing a frisbee or a ball with his dog. I’d occasionally wave or say hello and he’d ignore me or give me a dirty look.

I later learned from one of my coworkers that he doesn’t like us parking “on his street”. He apparently came to the house one day to complain about it. I still parked over there because it’s public parking (it wasn’t blocking anything of his like his driveway or mailbox). It was just the side of his house.

One night I was about to get off of work (it was close to 11:30 pm) and my coworker was coming in from a smoke break told me that she saw him dumpling leaves all over my car. It was really dumb. I remembered seeing him raking his yard earlier that day. For whatever reason, the man left his bags of leaves out. He probably forgot about them. Right before I left I ripped open the bags and dumped them back in his yard. The next day when I came to work he was raking the same leaves from the day before pissed OFF.

I was heading home to Long Island NY from a trip to Maryland. Now, the amount of traffic to/from/through the NYC area is dreadful at best, and when you add the temperament of all the typically inconsiderate LI/NY drivers into the mix, it’s something best avoided, if possible. I try to drive like a decent person: I let people in front of me, I always signal, basically I’m in no rush so I don’t let the traffic get to me.

I’m approaching a toll bridge and the lanes to the booths are jam-packed and barely moving on this hot summer day. A glance into my rear view mirror shows me that there’s a young lady trying to merge into the lane behind me, but the nasty battleaxe in the car right behind mine is purposely leaving only inches between her car and mine, refusing to let her in. The young lady, very likely a newer driver, is growing upset as we’re nearing the toll booths since she can’t enter the lane.

I really can’t stand people who refuse to cut a driver some slack on the road, and the smug look on the battleaxe’s face is irking me. I brake my car, lean over into the passenger side, roll down the window and wave the girl in ahead of me. The new expression of anger on Madame Battleaxe’s face in my rear view mirror was priceless.

That was revenge enough, but the icing on the cake? When I pulled up to the booth, the young lady had already paid for my toll!

I live in rural hilly Western NC. There is a road on the hill above my house that boarders the top boundary of my property which has a graveled pull-off area the prior owners cleared when they originally thought to build the house along that road. Up the road from the pull-off area is a very steep S-curve. I've recently discovered that in expectation of a foot of snow this past winter, homeowners that live above the S-curve parked their cars on my lot so they would have access to their cars after the snow fall in case the plow couldn't clear the S-curve. They also allowed contractors park their port-o-potty on my lot during road work. Some of their landscapers have been dumping lawn debris into the woods by the pull-off, the latter of which they deny. They've never asked my permission and have been treating the pull-off as their community property. I've confirmed with the sheriff those parkers are trespassing and can be legally towed. I've installed a trail camera and I am eagerly waiting to have the first "trespasser" towed. So glad the trail camera has sound 😈 I'm also moving all the gravel to my driveway (which desperately needs it) thus leaving an unsightly muddy patch behind. They've triggered the petty in me and its now a Win Win!

In late April, my area (Midwest US) was pummeled by a major hail storm. My neighborhood was hit especially badly. Everyone is getting a new roof. Siding damaged. Skylights shattered. Cars were totaled. AC units are all beat up. Anything outside like patio furniture was trashed.

With this came the rush of storm-chasing roofing companies. Lots of out of town, sketchy companies. They’ve been calling and door knocking non stop for 2 months.

I hired a reputable, local guy a week after the storm. But he’s understandably booked out and hasn’t replaced my roof yet. He also doesn’t do yard signs like many of the companies do. So they’ve kept the pressure on me.

It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve said no or hung up on them. They keep calling offering “free roof inspections”. My number is on the do not call list but they don’t care - no one does anymore. Two weeks ago I started actually talking to them. I ask the company name, tell them I’ve already hired someone and hang up. Then I logged the company name in a quick excel sheet. If a company called 3 times I started saying yes. Set up a time for an inspection.

3 different companies were on my roof today. All of them came down wanting to sign a contract right away. I explained I’d already hired someone. But thanks for the second opinion. Waste my time, I’ll waste yours.

I have a next door neighbour (I’m in a semi detached house in the UK) who moved in summer 2002. This is a mother and daughter. The daughter is significantly older than me and her mother is in her 90s now.

They were moved to this area after receiving death threats where they were before. The estate they lived on prior to this tiny quiet close was a council estate. The daughter doesn’t work as she is the primary carer for her mother BUT that doesn’t stop her obsessing over and fixating on things. The death threats they received were from all the neighbours after this stupid woman accused every one of benefit fraud. They all knew it was her because they acted better than everyone else. At first when I heard the story I thought “oh how awful. How did they know it was her” until she did the same right here. That’s another story.

This woman began fixating on us. I’ve always fed garden birds and hedgehogs to keep the numbers up around this area. The garden and paths are always kept tidy and most importantly there are NO rats that aren’t being eaten by the local fox population. I live in a semi urban area of a city right on the edge of the countryside. So we do get foxes coming through and they have always dealt well with any rats.

Fast forward a few years ago I started noticing all these red pellets scattered wildly all around the outside of their house. It took all of 1.5 seconds to know this was rat poison. From what I understand of the law around poison use, you have to contain it to species specific traps. But also in this area due to the protected field mice the council don’t want people use it at all. I asked them kindly not to scatter it everywhere like that because any animal will eat it. It’s an anticoagulant based poison so the death will be slow and painful for them. After that she accused me of “keeping rats” and that I threatened to kill her. - I didn’t. The police turned up and wanted to inspect the garden for these rats. The police woman was gushing over the garden which is tiny but immaculate. She was amazed at the sheer number of species of bird we have seen in this tiny postage stamp of garden! I reported her to the council regarding the use of poison in that careless way. The pest control guy at the council was so angry that he paid them a visit.

Since nothing came of this incident like my neighbours had hoped of, ever since then she has been endlessly banging and slamming cupboard doors closed until 2 or 3am. I’m not that bothered by it because they go out most days - or at least she does - to do shopping or take mother out so I know I get time away from them - but it’s annoying to be woken up with an almighty slam.

Cut to my revenge to really piss her ass off after all the shit she has done (so much not listed here)?

I’ve decided to learn how to play the Bagpipes without the practice chanter. I bought a set. If you know anything about them, it’s that they don’t always sound great when they are played well. So imagine the sound when they are being played badly!! They arrived a few days ago. I plan to start when they are out in the garden 👍🏼

He passed 5 years ago and we had a good relationship before he passed but he struggled a lot with raising me. Repeating cycles and all that. At the beginning of my life I lived with both him and my grandma although they had not been together for a decade by the time I was born. When I was 6 my grandma moved across the country to take care of her mother and my grandpa lost grip. Would beat me daily. Wouldn’t feed me unless I cooked it myself. Lost it on me over the smallest things. I’m pretty sure he had OCD.

After a few years of constant abuse and no one helping me I concocted the idea of messing with his food in order to get back at him. As an adult I’m not proud of this. We lived in an old beat down single wide trailer with leaks and mold everywhere. I look back and am shocked he never got seriously sick from that.

When I was 12 my grandma moved back with us and one of the first things she asked was about the stains on the ceiling in the kitchen. I pretended to not know what it was. I think I told her years later but the convo is foggy. He died never knowing I did that for months maybe even up to a year before I realized it was staining the ceiling and I should stop.

EDIT: I think I need to make it clear I did this as a child. Probably 7/8 when I was throwing the hamburger on the ceiling. And my grandpa was not an elderly frail man. He was a blue collar man with his own lil farm he was strong and athletic to his very last day. Teen pregnancy ran rampant in my family he was only 42 when I was born. And I’m a woman. He was beating a little girl daily for years. Destroyed any bit of confidence that I had and I’m still working to gain back at 27.

This is some petty revenge I had on a housemate back in the day.

Setting le scene.

At the time I was around 34 and the other house mates Bill (22M), Ted (23M) and Jess (24F) were good friends so moving and living together seemed like a win win. It was not.

We all paid the same rent so should, yes, SHOULD have had the same access to the shared living spaces. This, was not the case. Ted built models, lots of models, so many in fact the living room was full of them and we, (the other three housemates) were unable to go in as there wasn't enough room to sit or watch TV. It became so bad that it was like Ted owned the house (he did not) and we just dwelt there. After repeated house meetings about it we had had enough.

Now to the petty revenge.

Ted was very very particular with his models, they had to be displayed a set way and all the correct bits and pieces set perfectly on the shelves. We'll, I moved them.

Swapping characters around to different sets, swapping heads/torsos/legs to different people, putting them in battles with each other. Just random silly little things. But it drove him absolutely batshit crazy! I used to do it at all hours of the day and night and he would wake up, or come home from work and absolutely lose (edit- loose) his ever loving mind.

Screaming about who was in there? Who did that? And getting totally out of control.

I would simply say "we're not allowed in our own living room?" And he'd storm off cussing to himself. Then I escalated. I got some of the same models and rebuilt them wrong (his were safely hidden and unharmed) and leave them around the house. He would start to lose (edit- loose) it and id show him the docket and box showing i had bought it, I "had no idea where his was" then I'd replace his on the shelf like nothing happened.

Bill and Jess told me after I left they continued messing with him in my absence. So was it petty and childish? Oh completely.

But it was so much fun 😁

A guy moved into our neighborhood about a year ago and from day one he acted like he owned the place. He was always watching what everyone was doing and complaining about something.

A few months ago he reported my dad to the city because he claimed our driveway extension was built illegally. My dad was pretty stressed because he didn't want to deal with all that, but luckily he still had all the permits from when it was done years ago.

The inspector came out, looked at everything for maybe 10 minutes and basically said everything was fine. That should've been the end of it.

But this guy kept acting all smug after that like he was just waiting to catch someone else.

So one night I got curious and looked through the city's permit records online.

I searched his address and couldn't find anything for the huge detached garage he built behind his house. Then I noticed from the property map that it looked way too close to the fence too.

I took a couple pictures from the sidewalk, filled out a report and attached the parcel number. That was it.

About three weeks later another inspector showed up at his house.

Turns out the garage never had a permit and it didn't meet the setback requirements either. Since it was built pretty recently he couldn't get it grandfathered in. They gave him the choice of fixing it or tearing part of it down.

Last week contractors came and removed almost half of it.

Now every time he walks outside he has to look at our perfectly legal driveway while his garage looks like someone took a giant bite out of it.

My dad still has no idea I was the one who reported him.

Part of me feels like I should feel bad about it.

Honestly though... I don't.

I'm not sure if this really counts. But it feels pretty and had me in stitches so I'll share and hope for the best.

A few years back I lived at this house with a tiny yard. Right next to it was a duplicate house that had been abandoned and then the third house was bigger. Nice sized yard and all that.

One morning I woke up to the sound of someone mowing my yard. So I step out to see thinking it's the city. My yard wasn't bad yet but it needed to be done and I was gonna get to it after breakfast. So I was expecting some city employee had a bug up their ass and was gonna try and charge me a stupid amount because the grass was .001 inches too tall or something.

No it was cool old dude. He owned the big house on the corner and was a retiree. When he was bored or thought his yard needed done he'd hop on his riding mower, hit his yard and then do the next two since they were connected and he didn't want to go inside yet.

I was grateful. If you wanna mow my yard and you aren't gonna charge? Awesome feel free my dude.

However the asshole old man who owned the lot between our houses was not as grateful when he woke me up POUNDING on my front door a couple days later. He's PISSED that someone was trespassing on his property and he told me that he KNEW I mowed his yard and he'd kick my ass. Oh and not to fuck with him. All while panting between words after walking three steps from his car to my front door.

Couple days later I hear the cool old dude mowing. So I ran out waved him down and told him what had happened. He just laughed said "fuck that guy" so he mowed his yard. Skipped middle yard, and did mine.

Here's the revenge. Asshole didn't mow his yard. Ever. To the point where I called the city because bugs were making a racket basically all day and night. It looked horrible and you knew you were getting close to the place because of the noise.

Couple days later I'm out on my porch laughing at him because he's trying to mow but his crappy little push mower keeps clogging up after a couple pushes. No I didn't try to hide it. And I told him to fuck off when he told me I could be helping. Like my guy you had someone mowing until you threatened me over it. No fucking way am I gonna help.

Waaaay back in 2012 my FIL won a Kindle Reader at work.

He asked my SIL if she wanted it. She declined. He called me next and I accepted right away.

I owned this little like, first gen Kindle for years. It didn't even have a backlight. Or color. I didn't care tho cuz I had my books.

I filled that little guy UP. Books I'd read, wanted to read, had heard of, heard were so bad you had to read em etc. I was on the high seas those days so 99% of my books were...ill gotten.

SIL came up to me one day at a BBQ and asked if I'd read The Witcher? I was like, yeah. It's decent, I have the series on my Kindle. Asked how many books I had on it cuz her husband wanted to start reading. I told her like, hella-hella. I thought she was gonna ask for book recommendations. She says something like, yeeeah about that. That was mine but Dad gave it to you so, when you're ready just drop it off at my place

I'm not gonna lie, I called my FIL and asked if I was being crazy cuz that's not a normal thing to say, yeah?

He told me it was mine. I'd had it for ages. He said she was tripping (not his words but, you know) and that IF I chose to "return" it, the conditions weren't specified.

I'm pretty sure he was suggesting I break the fucker and drop it off at her door. We just plugged it in and restored it to factory settings. Wiped it clean and made it just like it was built.

She was pissed, told me I wasted an ebook cuz she had to throw it away.

RIP Little Kindle.

Some time last year, a neighborhood kid came to my door and asked if I needed anyone to mow my lawn. I actually did because I was (and still am) dealing with chronic pain. His rate was $40 for the front and back with weed whacking. My yard isn't huge, but it is annoying to maintain because of the way the fence is placed, so I told him he could cut it.

He always did a great job, so I had him keep doing it for the rest of the summer and into this year as well when the grass started growing. To show my appreciation, I thanked him for his hard work and gave him an extra $5 in early May. Two weeks later, when he cut my lawn again, I paid him the normal $40, but, when I went back inside and he went home, he texted me that I owed him $5 more. I told him I already sent him exactly what I owed him, but, instead of just saying he's changing his rate or whatever, he lied and tried to gaslight me into thinking it was always $45 as if I didn't have to ability to see my transaction history.

After that, I decided to try and overcome my chronic pain and just mow the lawn on my own. I didn't have a super hard time, thankfully. He texted me this week asking if I needed him to mow any time soon, and I told him that I'd be mowing my own lawn for now. I'm also unemployed, so I should probably be saving the money anyway. Take that, kid.

Last weekend I got a $25 part delivered to my apartment to repair my car. I couldn’t find it and checked the image of where they left it. The delivery driver left it outside the complex on the fucking sidewalk. We have a mail room and my packages have ALWAYS been delivered inside, so I dunno why it was left there. I’m in a sketchy city so naturally it was gone in hours.

I was fuming because it’s a fucking TWENTY FIVE DOLLAR OIL PRESSURE SENSOR, and now my car is stuck immobile. It meant more to me than $25, and they can’t do anything with it. What do these jackasses seriously expect to loot, an iPad??? Gimme a break.

Later that day, I changed the oil in my girlfriend’s car and hatched a brilliant idea. After pouring the used oil back into the empty 5qt container, I put it into an empty, tall shipping box, crossed out the name on the label, and neatly taped it back up with shipping tape with the container uncapped. I carefully placed it outside the apartment building in the same spot. The geometry of the box is natural to hold sideways, so when the morons hastily steal it and run back into their car, it’s going to instantly spill everywhere and SOAK the box and inside of their car. Next day, of course, it was gone.

Naturally I don’t know if I got revenge on the *same* thieves that stole my package, but in my mind it doesn’t matter. All porch pirates are pieces of shit.

I hope the free oil pressure sensor was worth it, dumbasses.