petty-revenge-stories:

I live in Chicago, and a few years back we had a nasty winter with heavy snow followed by periods of very cold weather. My condo has a parking space for each of the residents. Mine was on the far left side next to our neighbors who had a large garage (big enough for 3 cars). We had one of our biggest snow storms of the year and I come out to go to work, and I see that the person in the garage took all the snow behind their car and just dumped it right behind my car, leaving around a 5 foot tall pyramid of snow behind my car. I look at this, and said “fuck it I’m working from home”.

A guy I know in the building next to ours sees the situation and comes to talk to me about this. Turns out the neighbor who shoveled me in named Myrna was an epic bitch and did plenty of stuff to the other neighbors off, like letting her obnoxious kids play in the hallway.

So my neighbor agrees to text me when she gets home, and around 10 o clock at night we meet in the alley. He brought reinforcements and we shoveled all the snow in our space back behind the garage trapping her in it. We then get a bucket of hot water and poor it on the snow, slightly melting the snow making a nasty layer of ice on top of the snow. The next morning I heard a lot of screaming in Spanish 🙂

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prorevenge:

My first car was a 1984 Jeep CJ7, a pretty sweet ride for a dirt poor teenager in the 90s. I was working midnights at a gas station and loaned it to my brother who was taking a date to a party. I got a call around 1AM from my brother who told me he left the keys in the Jeep and it was stolen. I was devastated. I was still on the phone with my brother when the thieves pulled my Jeep into my gas station to fill up on gas. As luck would have it, the gas gauge on my Jeep was broken and always read “empty”, and I worked at the only 24 hour gas stations in the area. I pressed the silent alarm and… proceeded to fill up my Jeep (it was a full serve station). When the thieves were out of the jeep, I saw an opportunity to slip the key out of this ignition and into my pocket. They paid for the gas, and argued amongst each other who had the keys last. The delay was enough for the police to arrive. I had to explain the story to the officer half a dozen times before he understood. The thieves had this stunned look of disbelief on their faces I’ll never forget. The cops were belly-laughing telling the story to dispatch, all the while the thieves sat in cuffs in the back of the squad car. The story made most of the major newspapers the following day.

pettyrevenge:

Last Friday I was buying my Friday night beverages which consists of a pint of Captain Morgan and a 6 pack.

I’ve been doing this every Friday for months now at the same store with the same clerk. The clerk naturally did ID me the first few times however after awhile he just stopped asking for my ID.

Well last Friday I was about to pay for my adult beverages and the lady behind me says “Mr, aren’t you going ID this young man?” the store clerk said “O I know he’s 27 he’s shown me his ID before” the lady says “Mr. The law says you have to verify he is above the age of 21”

I turn around and say “really? My ID is in my car” she smiles and says “Well thats too bad”

I know she’s in the right, still being a dick. She’s an older lady maybe in her 50s? Anyway I go out grab my ID show it to the clerk who takes my payment. He bags my stuff and as I’m heading out the door and I stop turn around and say “Hey Mr. aren’t you going ID that lady? Make sure she’s of legal age”

She looks at me and says “Now come on this is just silly” I said “The law is no joking matter Mrs, now do you have your ID?” she looked at the clerk who smiled and said “ID miss” she protested “But I left my ID at the house” to which I fired back “Well thats too bad”

Clerk grabbed her bottle of wine and put it behind the counter and said “I’ll hold onto this for you until you come back with your ID”

She wasn’t a happy camper.