r/revengestories

Apologies, this is a long one!

I worked part-time at a bank. Started as a normal teller, quickly got thrown in the deep end as a commercial teller handling business transactions and branch functions. Did everything that was asked of me. Within the first 2 years, I had also taken on the additional tasks of branch records keeper (in the process sorting out 20 years of accumulated records from several branch mergers) and also branch alarm tester.

Even with all the duties I was performing above my role as a teller/commercial teller, I was also pretty adept at fixing most minor issues with our branch ATM (saving the branch significant money as they didn't have to call a technician every time a minor fault occurred which was at least twice a week) and I'd also undertaken the training to open accounts and other products and been trained in property settlement and loan drawdown as coverage for illness and leave.

Basically, I could fulfil a multitude of roles.

During my time learning all these new skills, I had taken many notes. Things such as shortcuts and time-saving hacks, how-to guides, and just generally helpful tips and contact details of who to call if a problem occurred that made what I did easy to navigate. I meticulously typed all these up and saved them on my personal file on the banks hard drive and had a complete printed version in a folder.

My folder was a work bible. It saved my arse on many occasions!

Being the meticulous person I am, and having a young family and being very career driven, I applied for various internal full-time positions in various sales and business support roles to advance my career. Getting to interview for a number of them without success. The feedback was always good, but the reasons I was missing out started to wear a bit thin - "you were a great candidate..", "x had better qualifications and experience than you...", "we decided to go in a different direction.." - you get the drift.

At first, I wasn't too concerned, but after 12 months and seeing people that I had trained as tellers starting to get promoted to FT roles ahead of me, I started getting frustrated and then outright concerned. Then, after interviewing for a combined Commercial teller and sales consultant role at another branch that I had done relief work at, I was absolutely certain I had the job nailed!

A few days go by, and I hear nothing back. Then, the following Monday afternoon, I got a phone call from a mobile number I didn't know. I answered it, and it was the manager of the branch I applied for the role at. She was calling me on her personal phone, not her work one. She didn't want a record of the call being made as we got on really well, and she thought she owed me an explanation as to why I missed out rather than the form email rejection I'd find in my work inbox in the morning. The reason I wasn't getting better roles was that I was too useful where I was, and I was saving the branch thousands in costs, so the state manager overruled me being offered the position. I thanked her for telling me the truth. She said she was sorry.

So now I had the real answers I planned my payback. The first thing I did that afternoon when I got home was apply for similar roles at other banks with a full list of my skills and experiences. By the Wednesday, I had an interview scheduled for the Friday. On the Friday, I arranged my lunch break to coincide with my interview, telling my colleagues I had an appointment I had to attend and may be late back from. By 2pm, my mobile is ringing its head off. I had the new job. My manager and assistant manager were away for the afternoon, so I rather indiscreetly tell a few people that I'd been offered a new job knowing it would get back to them.

Monday morning arrives, and I'm at the branch before opening. I'm met by the manager at the door with "I hear you might have something to tell me?" To which I smile and reply "Yep" as I hand him my notice. I checked with the union on Friday how much notice I had to give, and as I was only PT, it was 2 weeks. He read the letter and the colour drained from his face. "We need more notice than this" he said. "No you don't, I checked" I replied as I walked away to get ready for my shift. First thing I do is head to a PC and log on. I open my stored documents and check the last access (was the last time I updated the file) and proceed to copy the contents to a USB, then i select all and hit delete for the file on the network.

The next 2 weeks were a flurry of requests from my manager asking me to show other staff the things I did. So I did, but in a very half arsed way, making sure not to correct any error they made, not using any of the tips or shortcuts I knew and really not giving a shit about if they understood what I'd said or not. The manager asks about my folder. I tell him I'll copy it to the branch common folder before I finish up.

Come my last day I was looking forward to a chill day on the enquiries counter, but alas, against protocol I had to man a tellers counter. Adding insult to injury they were so short staffed they wanted me to let a trainee use my login and operate the cash while I supervised. I said no, they could sit and watch but that was it. Manager wasn't happy but I wasn't letting anyone get in the way of me getting out on time!

The end of the day arrives. I balance my teller (to the cent) and calmly logg off the machine. I ask one of the other staff to count my cash and sign off on it. I lock my keys away. The manager calls everyone for a quick meeting where pleasantries are exchanged for my service.

Meanwhile in the tellers area shit is hitting the fan. The commercial tellers are out by tens of thousands, another teller is out hundreds, and they can't find out where the problem is.

The meeting ends and I head to collect my bag. The manager asks me to help find the differences. I glance at the clock and casually say "as of 5 minutes ago, I officially finished and no longer work here" as I grab my bag (including my folder of notes and shortcuts). He then asks what he's supposed to do and I just casually tell him to ring the state manager and ask him as I walk out the door!

What I also did just before I finished was set a goodbye message to send to the branch staff and state manager at 6pm.

I thanked my branch colleagues for all the good times.

I attached a document titled Shortcuts.

I had the following on the page:

"I give the following list of shortcuts for the loyalty shown to me by the bank in progressing my career"

The page was otherwise blank.

The following weeks I heard about an absolute series of fuck ups within the branch that had me in hysterical laughter.

They got the loyalty they gave. I don't regret doing what I did one iota.

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Bully forced me to wash his underwear and clothes, he told me to bring him alcohol and pineapple cake from supermarket, bakery to my hostel in heavy snowfall or sunny hot day or heavy rainfall, if i say no he brutally beat me and say he will kill me, he told he already went to jail for beating someone in his past life, i helped him cheat and pass in every subject in MBBS( doctor degree) exams, he also told me to help him cheat and pass the indian doctor licensing exam-FMGE(foreign medical graduate examination) in india, then he told his dad will teach me how to do surgery, i told ok but during exam i went alone and passed exam, but he failed because i did not help him, success is not making millions of dollars, success is taking revenge, this event happened in 2015 to 2020

My ex-wife and I (me M60, her F62) have been divorced for 20 years. We remained cordial for many years, exchanging thoughtful gifts on our birthdays and Christmas. She was an English major so my gifts for her tended to be books. About ten years ago, pleading poverty, she asked that we stop.

She's made some amazingly bad decisions in her life and is looking towards a rather dismal retirement. Meanwhile, for me it's quite the opposite.

Her current hubs realized because of a single divorce form we didn't sign, she could legally extort me, so now I'm shelling out six figures I earned by myself, and she doesn't deserve. But it's legal chicanery. I'm on the hook, put on my big boy pants and ponied up (let me add, this is a not-at-all insignificant amount of money for me; I've had to take out a 2nd mortgage and it's severely impacted my current wife and mine's retirement plans).

Still I knew I wanted to stick a dagger in her, one that would really, really hurt. And it finally occurred to me how.

I purchased a vintage folio edition of 'The Merchant of Venice,' very nice collectible book, $100; exactly the sort of classy gift I would have given her in the past, except about 3x as expensive. See, she came to *me* for money because I have it. So I'm going to enjoy rubbing her nose in that.

Oh, and why 'The Merchant of Venice' specifically? So I can include a hand-written note:

"Enjoy your pound of flesh."

Addendum: People aren't grokking this, so let me attempt to explain further.

She loves literature, she loves books, she appreciates quality bindings and printings. She will open this and be impressed that it is a high quality gift. It says, "I can purchase a $100 collectible book and not worry about it."

Meanwhile she'd be looking on the remainder racks at Barnes and Noble.

Then she'll open it and see that note. It'll be a dagger to her heart, reminding her she used to be a better person, but has now been reduced to money grubbing. I suspect it'll curdle her love for literature, as she'll recall when we saw the play together and loved it, reading it aloud to each other after.

I can't do anything against her financially, professionally, or socially. But I can fuck up her psyche and sense of her being a good person.

Ironically, I would have given her the money if she'd asked.

For some context, my mom owned a business. She partnered with another woman to start this business and they had a good thing going, several employees, and my mom was happy. One day, the partner in question confronted my mom with a letter saying she was leaving the business, taking all the employees, and she would not be taking my mom with her. She poached all of my mom's employees and during the time when she was still working there, proceeded to ask for several raises since she was the only working adult in her house. Her husband was supposedly "disabled" (getting paid off the record), thus she was at one point making more than my mom was as the owner. And of course, my mom, being ever the people pleaser, let her walk all over her.

A year later, my mom has been forced to shut down her business following a natural disaster, she has fallen into depression and is severely agoraphobic. She is paranoid people in our small town are going to see her and ask her why she had to shut down her business, which was her dream. She had thousands of trusting clientele who loved her but she couldn't do it anymore with the rebuilding process. She is not the person she used to be.

The person who is responsible for this is the business partner. She flaunts her flourishing business, having taken a significant amount of my mom's clientele, and has connections in our town with which she has tried to threaten my mom's new job, her licensing, and other family members. She has ruined my mom's life and her personality, has stripped her of all trust in others whatsoever, and I am not a forgiving person.

So I took matters into my own hands. The ex-partner in question is a deeply religious Baptist woman, which will be important later. I started with small, annoying opportunities. Call queues for used car dealerships, sex toys and objects on Craigslist, free puppy listings with her number on bathroom stalls or community forums. I created a fake name and email and signed her up for several independent loan companies. Then I remembered the internet people searches, where I found all of her personal emails, addresses, and numbers as well as her husbands.

Thus I signed them both up. For septic pumping. I left a nice message to the septic company, detailing that I (pretending to be her husband) had eaten too much Papa John's and that the toilet had just stopped working. That it was overflowing, had flooded most of my house. I kept doing it. For contracting, plumbing, cleaning, pest control, etc. They had to have been receiving hundreds of calls a day at this point.

But I was not done. I've never met someone so awful, so self-righteous in my life. For a woman who calls herself a Christian, I just can't visualize someone like her making it to Heaven. On top of hurting my mom, she was also a highly intolerant person; she hated others of different religions and had a history of being a generally horrible person. So I took advantage of all the religious memberships and mail lists that would totally piss her off. It started with the Latter Day Saints, Jehovah's Witnesses, Seventh Day Adventists, the likes. I submitted both her and her husband to receiving emails, phone calls, door to door visits from them. Then I started signing her up for Pagan organizations and Mosque mailing lists and more and more.

A conversation with my therapist led me to my biggest project yet. She probably did not know what sort of Pandora's box she was opening, but I went home after my session and decided to sign her up for the Church of Satan's mailing list. This one required email verification but I'm sure she will totally enjoy getting an email from there. The Satanic Temple, endless emails from the Republican and Democratic Parties, from the Socialist and Communist Parties, and more. Signed her husband up for Grindr, I hope he uses that verification code. Her for hundreds more of scam calls, texts, emails.

Out of greed, she practically ruined my family. My parents' marriage has suffered and I'm not sure it will ever recover. I don't know if my mom will ever be the same. I don't care if she changes phone numbers, addresses, emails, towns, states, COUNTRIES, she has taken so much from me. When you fuck with my family, you fuck with me. And I'll annoy the living shit out of her for as long as I'm alive.

This is an old story from like 7 or 8 years ago when I was in my mid 20's. I worked as a second in command (2IC) in a retail chain store for about 4 years. The first year was great until our amazing manager was let go because they couldn't work full time anymore. For the next 3 years I worked there, we had the most incompetent manager. He was a nice enough guy and we could chat gaming for hours, but he was just useless at his job. He probably bordered on being a neckbeard thinking back on it. He had manager experience but no retail experience and would generally just waste time moving stock on shelves or racks that didn't need to be moved for the 10th time that month. He generally took forever with his manager duties and on the days he was away and I had to take over, I could get his work done in half the time. If I'd known I would be doing more than half his work when our old manager was let go, I would have put my hand up for the job but I didn't think I had enough experience at the time. His worst flaw by far was leaving the safe open or leaving bank slips full of cash on the desk in the warehouse and leaving the room to go take care of other business or personal phone calls. This happened at least a half dozen times I can recall.

For a bit of added context, the back desk in the warehouse was only about 10 meters away from our service entrance and we had delivery drivers and couriers in and out all day. These drivers could easily see this desk and the cash sitting on it if they looked close enough. The desk is also just outside the camera FOV but the service entrance is still in view. Directly next to this desk is our floor entrance from our shop and is only blocked by an opaque plastic door. A customer could easily stick their head in there without anyone knowing. Its a miracle that no money has ever been stolen before. Why they didn't put a computer in the back room where the safe is, I'll never know.

On to the petty revenge. One day I am walking past the back desk in our warehouse and I see about 4 or 5 bank slips with cash in them from each day of trade. Manager is nowhere to be found (probably taking a 30 minute morning dump like he usually does). I get the bright idea to casually knock one of the bank slips behind the desk. I did let one of my other colleagues in on the plan who was also over his incompetence. He finally comes back after maybe another 10 minutes and returns to finishing up the banking. I start to see him walking back and forth between the desk and the room where the safe is. The desk and the safe are on almost complete opposite ends of the shop. I can see the worried look on his face. I call out and ask him what's wrong. He finally admits that he has lost one of the bank slips. He knows it was lost since he has the paperwork and he has processed it in the computer but just hasn't put it away ready to be taken to the bank. He knows he's in deep trouble now because he's going to have to admit money has gone missing because its been left on the desk unattended. The correct process is to put it back in the safe and lock it if you aren't actively working on it.

I'm telling him how dumb it was to leave the money there and with delivery drivers coming back and forth, it could easily have been stolen. Or maybe it was an opportunistic customer who just happened to take a peek behind the warehouse doors. Its starting to really sink in now that he's going to have to explain all this to management. I'm making a few casual comments to my other colleague asking if they think its a fireable offence just to really twist the knife. Part of me still cant believe he hasn't checked behind the desk.

He realizes that the camera must have caught someone entering the warehouse in that time so he spends the next 30 minutes going over all the camera footage. I knew I was safe since the desk isn't in the camera FOV and me being in the warehouse is hardly uncommon. I can see the gears turning in his head that if he claims the money was stolen, he might be able to gloss over how he left the money out for all to see.

He finds nothing on the cameras and is pacing up and down. My other colleague I let in on my little prank is now reiterating everything I have told him. Its been about 45 minutes since he discovered the money was missing and he's getting ready to call our area manager to explain the situation and ask him what to do. He looks like he's about to have a panic attack. Finally my colleague thinks he's stewed enough and decides to "find" the money that has mysteriously slipped behind the desk. The relief that washes over him is completely visible. I personally would have let him explain it to upper management, then found the money, but my colleague is apparently much nicer than I am. After seeing him leave money in the open at least a half dozen times, I was happy to have him see some consequences for admitting to leaving money completely unsupervised.

Everything was resolved, upper management never knew and my prank was never discovered. Probably not the juiciest story out there but it was very satisfying at the time after years of pent up frustration. He never left money out for the entire time I worked there after that, so I hope it taught him an important lesson in responsibility and just common sense. I have a few other good stories of his incompetence but nothing else that involves revenge.

Need petty revenge ideas

Boyfriend has been living in his grandma's old house for over 10 years. We were trying to decide if I should uproot my life and move to him, or visa versa. His grandma told us we would be paying off the mortgage or "renting to own", so I decided it would be best for me to move to him & we could have that little house. Fast forward two years, his grandma passed away and never wrote a will for the house. Boyfriends evil aunt takes over ownership of the house & decides it's ok to try & sell our house and take offers behind our backs. I guess she doesn't care if we end up homeless. This whole situation has me livid. Should I take petty revenge or let it go?

I was laid off last year which I felt was unjust.

In the same department there exists another employee whom we suspect to be a nepo baby and possibly related to the head of department. He has pretty much nothing to do. Comes to work at, get it, LUNCHTIME! Falls asleep at the desk often and goes for extended lunchbreaks daily.

The head of department is one of those highly-paid types who only mingle with ppl of his level, and, surprisingly, this nepo baby and rarely, if ever, interact with the rest of us. He has a reputation of laying off those who crosses him.

In a fit of anger, I dialed in the anonymous whistleblower tip line and shared my observations.

It took a while & I finally got my revenge. 3 months ago, I learnt that the head of department was let go amid the latest round of layoffs. The best part - he was given just a week’s notice.

I first posted my predicament a year ago:
https://www.reddit.com/r/managers/s/Ogxz5TPm7N

An ex I’ve known for 2 years came back after I got out of a relationship that honestly messed me up emotionally. I told her from the beginning I needed time to heal and wasn’t fully ready, but after a while I kinda got guilt-tripped into trying again because she was being really sweet and staying with me for weeks.

I’ll admit it was my mistake too because I genuinely thought maybe the feelings would come back and I’d be able to love her the same way again. But after some time I realized I just couldn’t force it, so I ended things honestly instead of dragging it out.

Then literally right after we break up, she adds back the ex who traumatized HER, lies about blocking them, and now it’s obvious they were probably talking the whole time 😭

At this point I can’t tell if I was a rebound, a revenge distraction, or just someone she used to feel less alone.

Do I just block and move on? Because part of me wants petty revenge but part of me feels like acting unbothered is the bigger flex

so this is a girl i met at a mental facility. she was 20 i was 21. a voluntary residential with freedom to go to walmart and what not. i don’t think she ever should’ve been there. she needs to be locked in a state hospital. she is a fire setter. she ran away with her friend and lit a roll of toilet paper on fire, then someone allegedly ran it over, staff caught them and they also bragged about it so they got kicked. they let her back in a year later and they gave her access to lighters like we could’ve died 😭 that’s besides the point though bc i’m already filing a complaint with the state. she also lit like someone’s house on fire? and posted it on instagram. rookie mistake!she’s a bully. she asked me to do a diss track on her and i said meh it’s too mean she said do it anyway then she’d give me dirty looks and make fun of what i wrote with her friends like i said she looks like goofy bc she has big shoes or WHATEVER. and then like a couple days later i go to the common area and shes doing ljke the mickey mouse clubhouse goofy dance and her friends are laughing and theyre like ahhhh youre goofy!!! youre a goofy motherfucker!! like and im standing there while theyre bullying me. and then i found out she went to staff about me because she was "uncomfortable" that i liked her? and obviously staff didn’t come to me bc they thought it was ridiculous. outside of the diss track i barely talk to her! like i’m like ferb i barely talk at all ok i’m an ISFP. and i asked my friend do u ever see me talk to her? and they’re like no. LIKE EXACTLY???? her evidence was that i said i thought she was cute on instagram a year ago. which i admit yes that was me confessing! but she said let’s be friends and im like ok! :p AND THAT WAS IT LIKE i never even??? crossed that boundary like EVER. so why go to staff like what did i do? and then i found out she had SEX at the facility before i got there? with a white girl who they kicked out and they kept the bully FOR WHAT REASON? so ur uncomfortable that a black girl called you cute a year ago but you’ll have sex with a white girl on campus and not gaf that she got kicked out and she had nowhere to go didn’t even comfort her bc “we weren’t dating i was just bored and horny and when staff yelled at me it was funny” like HUH? sorry to make it about race btw but yeah. she needs to be in JAIL or a STATE hospital. let’s see how they’ll like your goofy dance there! HA! idk how to put pictures so i’ll do it in the comments :p thank u for listening

For context i (F 20) work at a large corporate restaurant chain, with a very HIGH turnover rate. Fresh out of high school, i began working there, putting me at 18 years old upon hiring. About 2 months after getting hired, I began having issues with one of four managers, we’ll call him Richard.

Richard had a horrible habit of choosing favorites, and denying people things for no good reason, breaks, food, time off, swapping of shifts, etc. (quite literally illegal, but when you’re managing a staff of 80% teenagers, they don’t often fight back.) One day, a coworker asked me if i could pick up his shift, so i agreed and went through the proper channels of picking up said shift. A nearby male coworker, overheard me discussing the pickup with Richard, and butted in, saying that he also picked up the shift, and wanted to take it. Richard completely shut me down, denied me the shift, and gave it to my male coworker. I was very frustrated, but as it was the middle of a shift, i decided to table it until i was almost off.

During that shift, one of my coworkers came up to me, and told me that Richard was gossiping about me to another coworker and told them that he didn’t give me the shift because he “didn’t wanna put up with my attitude that day”. Richard wasn’t even the manager scheduled for the day i was attempting to pick up.

I approached Richard before i clocked out, and asked to talk to him. I respectfully told him that I was confused as to why he would deny me that shift. I’ll condense it down to his most prominent and remember able points:

- I have a horrible attitude
- he “wasn’t sure if i really enjoyed working there”
- people (allegedly) thought i was “a bitch” (yes he used that exact phrasing)
- the restaurant industry is tough, and no one there “had my back”

I dismissed myself from the ‘conversation’ which was really him talking AT me, and me nodding along while whipping tears. I went out to the back dock to escape and compose myself (all while on the clock, you cannot cause me emotional distress for free) cried some more, and hit my vape, and chatted with some very supportive and kind coworkers who either came out to also smoke, or throw away some trash.

following the situation, I talked to my general manager, who talked to Richard, and was given a write up. to this day, I still don’t know why I bit my tongue and didn’t just squeal to HR. that’s okay, it helped me in the long run. Now here comes the petty revenge.

over the next year and a half I kept track of incidences that had occurred with Richard, either including myself or other coworkers and documented it in my Notes app. There was alot, and i mean, A LOT of issues with him in that period of time.

The final straw for me, and caused me to finally release the ticking time bomb i had been carrying around in my pocket: He told me “I don’t know what to do” when i was facing an issue with a difficult guest, leaving me alone to handle it.

So what did i do? I proceeded with my plan:
OPERATION TAKE DOWN RANDAL

I created a Burner Email Under the name Mike Creast. I sent a detailed email to my company’s HR, anonymously, detailing every single incident with him. The final email can be submitted if requested. Here’s my top 3 violations;

-He showed coworker a picture of another coworkers feet, that was sent privately between the two, without the girls knowledge or consent

-He stated that “men come first in the restaurant”

- He openly discussed personal details regarding another manager, he told TMs that the manager “likes getting his ass ate” and gets brazilian waxes.

One week after my bomb was released, he was seen walking to his car before the morning shift, with a box and all of his things. Never to be seen again. So yeah.

I’d like to thank my grandma for the best life lesson she bestowed upon me: Don’t get mad, get even.

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were 🐶 tu*ds. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so 🤓 and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke 🗡️ 🕳️, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the 🩸 one. I was so successful in doing it. I 🤔, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after 🏫 everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, ⛽ my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea 🐷. I knew for sure that he would fall for my 🪤. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple 🚗, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier 🐟. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by the ⚽s. This secured the 💡 into K's 🧠 through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick 💀. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an 😡 raging 🐂. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had 😈 on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all 🍒 red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, 🤕. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the 🚓. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's 🏡 for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the 💺 silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a 🤢 deed and getting caught. I was 😂 uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly 😁 that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I 🤔 it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The 🌪️ settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating ☢️.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my 😭 excuse for a 🧬. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain 🎥.

I viewed it after reaching 🏠. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should ☠️ as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up 🤬 towards me to burst out like an 🌋 after being so 😶 all these months after the incident.

Last week a delivery driver for a big construction company parked his truck in the only driving lane on a big city street and proceeded to make his delivery. The bus I was on was unable to reroute (streets to small for bus to turn) and then car after car also got caught in the jam. Bus driver and then some resident all yelled at him he can't park in the only driving lane. He yell an said he's allowed because making a delivery.

I got the name on the company and truck ID/license. Originally I was just going to just call and tell the company but I knew nothing would be done. So I called the company HQ and said (in a kindly old man voice) I'd seen a driver (date/time/location/truck ID) drop a significant amount of cash and that I'd like to return it to the driver. They made some calls and eventually the guy calls and says "thanks for finding the $cash" and we set up a time to meet back in the city (he lived/worked about 30-45 minutes away.

I gave him the address of the Rec Center down the block from my house so I could watch his arrival. One he got there and texted that to the "good Samaritan" I said I was picking up an Rx and could he wait a bit. I see him get out of car, smoke, and probably think of how he's gonna spend the $1800 he never even dropped. After 25 minutes (and a few apologetic texts) I tell him I'm inside the Rec Center. He gets out of car and goes inside. Several calls ensue and I don't answer. He walks back to car and I text that I saw him but was on the other side of the Rec Center and using crutches so I couldn't catch him. He walks back inside. several more calls/texts. Now he is getting pissed. He stomps back to his car and I call him, now using my real voice, and tell him "sorry man, I know waiting sucks. Remember that delivery you made on ___ Street on Monday? Well I was in the bus that had to wait for you. Now you just waited for $ that was never real and BTW I'm watching you from my house right now you fat a-hole. " He turns so bright red I can see it. He calls and texts threats several times (all to a burner phone number I got special for the occasion) but I don't reply. The last few days I have called him from a hotel lobby guest phone just to tell him/leave a voicemail that he should never block the street and hope he didn't need the $.

I used to think that people were being harsh when they said that many women here are materialistic and they will love you just for the amount of money you have in your bank account or your status until I experienced it myself.

So long story short I liked a girl that was working with me in the same company where we were sitting next to each other and from the start we both showed interest in each other but the connection felt a bit off as time went by, late responses, sometimes not responding and the excuse was always “I was busy”.

There was a guy working with us in a senior position who would always give those dirty, envy, jealousy type of looks whenever we talked to each other, and I understood everything when our manager decided to change where she sits I knew that they were both secretly dating before I joined the company, and I don’t understand why she didn’t simply tell me that from the start.

What made everything clear to me was when they would go together for smoke and coffee breaks, and he did that on purpose so we wouldn’t talk to each other or to show that she’s taken by him, this wasn’t a very smart move from them as our colleagues started gossiping about the whole situation and how weird it is. (He’s older by a good 10+ years, and she’s leagues above him).

One day I texted her and she saw the message and didn’t respond and that was the boiling point for me, I wanted confirmation for everything. So I did what every sensible man would do and told her that I need confirmation as our colleagues are gossiping and whatnot, she got mad about the whole thing and wanted to know everything that our colleagues said I obviously didn’t tell her or else that might have created some serious issues, but she also didn’t respond about some questions I had, she also didn’t answer my question about whether they’re dating and whatnot but it was all clear to me.

Now here’s where I messed up badly, we remained friends despite all this and we were still texting occasionally, but she never smiled when I would see her in person like she did before which made me think maybe she’s holding grudges towards me for not telling her or she simply saw me as a friend and she didn’t like it when she found out that I liked her with her being already in a relationship.

Fast forward holiday season comes where everyone took leave to go back home and see their families and she starts ghosting me, and before everyone came back from leave the company went bankrupt. The ghosting remained and that’s when I decided to cut ties for good.

Months went by and I found out that they both work together in another company.

It is not petty revenge from me but more of a karma being a fickle biatch!

I worked for a call center for a major wholesale company. So picture seas of cubicles.

There was a girl there. And i say girl because she was like 18, and i was in my later 30s. I am a large woman, always have been. Definitely plus sized.

We sat kind of near to each other since we were both in the email department.

I would stop on my way to work from time to time to get a mcdonalds breakfast. A sausage egg mcmuffin meal...this detail is relevant to the story.

I am a very friendly person. I was never mean to her. I even took her a donut that she mentioned to me because it was from a store close to me.

Her and the person i thought was my best friend used to talk smack about me calling me fat and how i scarf down mcgriddles (I HATE MCGRIDDLES) every morning blah blah blah.

A newer manager overheard them talking smack and she confronted my "friend". Told him he was not my friend. She actually pulled me into a meeting to talk to me about it. Making sure I was ok.

They moved our section. I was sat next to the little whinny twit next to me. She tweeted "Like my life doesnt suck enough but work moves me next to the 600lb woman who never shuts up". Hmmm what does my weight have to do with it lol. Someone told me about it and I went HR and they protected her.

I understood for the most part. People can post anything they want. But everyone from work could see it and knew who she was talking about.

They separated us. I kept clear of her.

About 2 months later a professional football player called in to adjust his membership.

She tweeted about him calling in and said the reason for the call even! And SHE TAGGED THE STAR IN THE TWEET!!!! Can you say breach of privacy!

The PR for said star got ahold of the CEO of the company. This company happens to be based in the state of the team.

She got canned! She got fired for using the same platform she used to bully me!

So in my opinion Karma had my back!

Also she had a child and got to be bigger than I was back then. Not judging just kind of made me chuckle!

This happened at my grandmother's funeral. After the funeral we had a dinner with many people. I sat at the table with the prick. I haven't spoken to this man for over 10 years. He then proceeds to insult my career. Turns out he had been stalking my personal work related information. He accidentally revealed his dirty plot from how much he knew and was talking.

When he realized his mistake and froze, I mocked his height in front of his whole family - including his wife, 2 parents, and 2 children.

I called him Short 3 times over 10 minutes. You may wonder, how do you call someone Short 3 times for an entire 10 minutes?

This is how. I said "You are really really really really (repeat 'really' a few hundred times) ... SHORT!"
I repeated that 3 times. I may hold the world record for the most "reallys" used in a sentence.

He froze at first but after I was done he then begins screaming loudly like a maniac. So his family had to leave after that.

I like imagine him and his family remembering that moment for the rest of their lives. Hopefully he is mentally traumatized for life.

I woke up today in a pretty good mood. It's my oldest 21st birthday. We have plans to take him out tonight and it's the day before Mother's Day so I'm headed to go get my mom some flowers and some asshole cuts me off to the point that I spilled my drink all over myself. later when turning, I decided to pretty much stop in the middle of the road halfway in his lane halfway in the turn lane turned out. He turned the same way I did so I pulled over and watched where he was going went and did what I was going to do, completely soaked, I got my mom's flowers then went to where his car was and threw a handful of lotion all over it. Don't cut people off on purpose.