No one likes being wronged. But some of us like it even less than others.
Some people simply cannot stand the idea that anyone would do something to them that they didn’t like--and they don’t just sit back and take it either. When one of these individuals feels unjustly treated, they will stop at nothing until retribution is delivered--no matter how ridiculous, over the top, or just plain silly the form of the retribution may be.
Here are 42 stories of petty people’s most epic revenge stories.
While working for a small machine shop, a customer kept stalling about paying for some work we did. He was supposed to pay the fee before getting his machine, but he insisted that he needed it right away and would pay the second half of the amount in a month. So, we cut his machine in half and said we'll give him the other half in a month or so.
I got reviewed at work by a manager I had never met before. I had done everything I was always told to do, and more, but he still marked me low. I know it's because they wanted to avoid giving me a raise.
He told me I didn't go the extra mile. I pointed out that I always do. His response? "Well, I never see you do it.” I said, "Well, maybe if management actually paid attention, you'd have seen me." That got him to yell at me and mark me poorly for attitude.
Later on, he came up to me and asked me if I could stay late. Given that I'd previously told him I didn't have anything else to do the next day, he probably thought I'd say yes.
I looked him in the eyes and said "Sorry, but I don't see that you guys need my help."
My coworker often throws out her lunch in the garbage can at my desk instead of her own, because she claims she can't stand the smell of old ketchup that's been sitting out for a couple hours. I've asked her several times to stop. She just waits until I go to the bathroom, does it, and then hides my garbage can under my desk thinking I won't notice.
So now, every time she does it, I wait until she goes to the bathroom, take out the little plastic container that she had ketchup in, and put it way in the back of her bottom desk drawer. There's 6 in there now, and the oldest is over a month old. So far, she hasn't noticed the smell. Gonna keep doing it and see how long it takes her to notice.
My wife was cheating on me with a high school teacher. So I took screenshots photos from his Facebook and sent them to the school administration—because posting pics of your student's test and making fun of them online is not cool at all.
He was fired at the end of the year, all thanks to little old me.
I caught my flatmate telling lies about me to some mutual friends. I made plans to move out the next month. In the meantime, she went out of town for a week and left her car parked in its usual spot in the parking lot. I threw birdseed on it every morning and evening, so when she came home, the birds wouldn't leave her car alone.
I worked in a laboratory for a while and we had this one coworker who was the type that had to one-up everyone and constantly brag about how fantastic he was. He particularly liked to tell us about how much he benches at the gym, but I could always tell he was exaggerating.
So one day when he left early, I went over and tightened the lids on all his bottles. Watching him have to go and ask colleagues to open his bottles for him after all those claims of having superhuman strength was hilarious.
When I was about 8 years old, my 4-year-old sister broke a toy of mine. So, I convinced her to brush her teeth with mascara by saying that it was a special type of toothpaste. She did not enjoy it.
A young guy was constantly speeding through my neighborhood. He would get home from work around the same time every day and would always rip it down the street to his driveway. So, I called the city and had a cop come out and do radar exactly when he would be arriving.
He got a dangerous driving charge and stopped speeding around here.
My college roommate had a bad habit of leaving her things in piles on our bathroom floor until there was almost no space to walk to the bath or toilet. Not just clothes but change, jewelry, decks of playing cards, knitting needles, books, hairpins, scarves, earbud headphones, keys, etc.
One day she left $40 scattered within the mess, so I put the money in one of her lesser-used bathroom drawers. Originally I put it there to protect it from our third roommate and her friends. When I came home the next day and noticed that she was clearing her mess in an effort to find it, I decided not to tell her where the money was until our bathroom floor was spotless.
Afterward, I decided it would be too awkward to tell her the truth so I left the money wadded up in her hamper as I'd found it on the floor. She was ecstatic when she found it on laundry day. After that, her bathroom piles never got quite as big.
There was this co-worker who had always been a jerk to me. I was sweeping the shop and had perfect access to a huge pile of dust, dirt, metallic scraps, rust, and various debris.
I noticed that he was sitting right by a vent that a hole on my side of the room led right to. I slapped the broom across it. It sprayed all over him and he never knew where it came from.
When we fell on some hard times many years ago, my wife took a pretty shady job at a local factory. The first two weeks she was there, she had her lunch stolen at least five or six times. Even open drinks. I was pretty pissed. I would often grill for her or make her lunch, yet she was going hungry.
One night, I bought a big Gatorade and mixed in a box of women's laxatives, both red in color. We found out who the thief was.
I took my 15-year-old nephew and his five friends to the movies at the mall. I overheard him talking about how I am his chauffeur and how I'll treat him to a Starbucks after the movie.
So I parked my car in another parking lot and did not answer my phone. I just sat back and watched as my nephew looked for my car and me for about 30 minutes.
None of them had any money and by the time I answered him, they were all meek and subservient.
In response to a practical joke, I hid seven battery powered alarm clocks throughout the perpetrator’s room. I set them to go off one by one roughly every 40 minutes between 2 AM and 6 AM. The last one was hidden in the ceiling.
When I worked at a coffee shop, we had one racist and sexist customer who came in often and always disturbed our work. He only wanted the men to make his drinks and he literally ignored the women or just creepily hit on them. He also didn’t want our one black employee to ever make his drink. So, we always gave him decaffeinated even though he asked for caffeinated. Pretty petty and childish, but it helped a little bit.
My friend did some work for a guy who skipped his bill and never paid him. My friend responded by placing fake “for sale” ads in the paper with the guy’s phone number, claiming to be selling his personal yacht for under $1,000.
A lad at my office spoiled the result of a major sporting match for me before I watched it, despite me being clear that I didn’t want to hear about it.
So, I started and spread a rumor around his department that his real surname is Whopper, but that he keeps it a secret because people in school used to torment him with the nickname Burger King.
After that, his colleagues began calling him Burger King, and he has no idea why.
When we were kids, we stayed at the seaside on holiday with our family. My little sister would always make a pretty sandcastle, and the next day it would have been kicked down and she'd cry. We wanted to find out who was doing it, so one day we stayed behind to spy. We watched as a bunch of jerk older boys came by and kicked her castle down, laughing smugly.
So the next night, we covered a big beach rock in sand and decorated it. Like clockwork, the jerk kids came with their smug faces and this time kicked a solid rock with all of their might. The yowl and the look on their faces was the best revenge ever.
I filled someone’s chair with water and poked a few tiny pinholes in the vinyl cushion so that it'd seep into the seat of his pants. It was hot enough in the shop that he didn't notice it initially.
It wasn't until he stood up that he realized something was amiss and that his entire backside was wet. He needed to change pants and never found out what was really going on. Stay on my good side, people…
There's a new truck in my apartment's parking lot. It’s always taking up multiple spots—ALWAYS. Weird angles, close to the stairs, all over the place for months.
I drive a much smaller car than that, and I'm very petty and passive-aggressive. I've been waiting for my chance. A few days ago I finally got it.
I got home quite late and there were zero spots open in my lot. The big truck was double parked again, but there's juuust enough room on their driver side for me to sneak in there with my little clown car. I carefully pull in, making sure not to touch anything, no damage, no nothing. My passenger side mirror is not even half an inch from their driver side door—so there’s no way the guy could open his door or get out of the spot without a ton of effort. I giggled to myself all the way back to my apartment and set an alarm and waited.
The following morning, I wake up before the alarm to loud door slamming and stomping around. I look out my window and see the double parking culprit walking around both vehicles, taking pictures, texting someone, taking more pictures—I'm shaking with glee. They then swallow their pride, let out a visible sigh, and climb in the passenger side, clamber over the center console, and do an Austin Powers-esque 20 point turn out of the spot and go on their way.
I've never been so proud of myself.
In sixth grade, some kid made a snide remark in class about my name, and the whole class laughed.
I saw him in the hallway carrying books the next day, so I kicked the back of his knee. The sound of teeth on linoleum still fills the spaces between my thoughts.
At my previous job, we had separate refrigerators for the different shifts. Our food was constantly being stolen or messed with. One day, my buddy and I decided to make a nice cherry cheesecake... out of cooking lard. We finished it off with graham cracker crust and cut a couple of slices out of it since we knew the thief wouldn’t be brazen enough to take the first bite. We never found out who the thief was, but we never had to worry about anyone messing with our food ever again.
I was annoyed at how loud and obnoxious a bar I was at was. So, I dropped ten bucks to put a single song on replay in the jukebox and left. I hope they all liked Kenny G!
To get back at a guy he didn’t like, my friend started using his name and number to sign up for everything under the sun. This included signing up for numerous gym memberships and things like car dealership sales, among others.
They hid a dead fish in my car. I welded their gas cap shut. That’s what you get.
My brother did something to his annoy his then-girlfriend, so she took the labels off all his canned food/tins in the cupboards. Are you opening a tin of beans? Or a tin of tomato sauce? Or cat food?
This woman at work parked too close to me and smacked my car door with hers when she left.
I had a plain yogurt with me, so I spattered it all over her car to look like bird droppings. I made sure plenty got on the door handle, for good measure.
Grounded yet again by my angry dad for breathing whilst his ballgame was on, I was stuck in my bedroom bored witless. For something to do, I flicked the light switches on and off repeatedly.
It was then that I discovered that doing this made a loud buzzing static interference on the TV in the lounge. Cue the next five years of petty revenge...
Angry dad never figured out why we had such a bad TV signal at game time, and never connected it with me being sent to my room and flicking the light switch every few minutes, reveling as he yelled futilely at the static dancing across the TV.
A spider once bit me. I carefully picked it up, put it into a hot pan, and just sat back watching it get carbonized. Revenge is sweet.
My buddy got screwed over on a business deal by some jerk. Our city is big on garage sales, so he posted ads all over the place saying “Moving out sale, everything must go, cheap! Will be held inside the house, just walk in or ring the doorbell,” then put that guy’s address on the ads.
I moved to America to be with this guy. Let's call him Dick. Dick happened to work at the same big box store as my friend J, and one day when I came to meet J from work, a coworker innocently said "Are you looking for Dick? He's staying with his girlfriend."
Me: "I'M HIS GIRLFRIEND."
Now, another thing you should know about Dick is that he bought his toothbrushes wholesale and lived in the grungiest apartment ever. I cleaned every inch of that bathroom, toilet included, with each and every one of those remaining toothbrushes, documenting every step with photographs. Then I rinsed them in the toilet and put them back in the box. I packed up and left.
Ten years later, when I'd calculated he was on the last brush, I sent him the pictures.
I worked as a roofer in east Texas. One guy just never paid us, so we came back and spent a day tearing down everything we worked on.
I worked at Blockbuster as a teenager and a guy and his girlfriend came in. He had a late fee and gave me a sob story about his car breaking down and not being able to return it on time. I waived his late fee. He then turned to his girlfriend and said in Spanish, "I just told this piece of crap that my car broke down. I told you they'd believe it."
I quietly adjusted his bill and then, while handing it to him, said: "I'm sorry that you got the one employee who knows Spanish, but that will be $8.46." Not that crazy, but extremely satisfying.
I used to go to this arcade and play a certain basketball game. I was climbing the leaderboard in said game when, one day, my account vanishes! None of the other accounts did, and I learn that somehow, the #1 player worked at the arcade and had a hand in it.
I waited until he played another game and watched as he put in his code for his initials/account. 30 minutes later, I logged into his account on that machine and tanked a game pretty hard. When I was done, his record dropped to 210-1.
Unfortunately, I did not see his reaction, but my satisfaction in my vengeance was epic.
I worked with a guy who was more focused on fantasy football then working, and so I usually had to shoulder most of the work. When he would get up from his desk, I started reaching over and closing all the football tabs on his computer, so he would have to do all his research and planning over again.
I found out my then-boyfriend was cheating on me. When we began discussing what he had done, he threw my dog across the room. I moved out immediately—more for hurting my dog than for anything else. So as I was moving out, I took his entire magazine collection and microwaved it one by one. It only took 3 seconds for each. Took me about an hour to go through them all. I put them back in the case, then back where they belonged. Not sure if the microwave was still usable, and did not really care.
Don’t mess with my dogs.
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.
Back in the late ‘90s, I worked at a big box store. One Saturday a month, we had to come in 3 hours before the store opened for a mandatory all store meeting where we watched a video from corporate, gave out the employee of the month awards, and went over department goals. After the meeting, we would all receive doughnuts.
This guy James in our department was always a lousy worker. When he showed up to the meeting an hour late one week, the manager took him aside and fired him.
Well, apparently the manager didn't watch him on his way out of the store. He went into the break room and squished every single doughnut, ensuring that the only mildly positive part of getting up at 6 AM on a Saturday morning was ruined.
20 years later, and I still miss those doughnuts.
My ex-girlfriend’s neighbor was always accusing her of not picking up after her dog. One day, my ex opens her front door and finds many piles of dog poo there on the step—obviously placed there by the neighbor. My ex then takes a bucket, puts all of the turds inside, fills the bucket with hot water, and walks over to the neighbor's house. When the neighbor answers the door, my ex throws the hot bucket of dog poop water right in the lady's face—and into her house. My ex was arrested for assault. Worth it though.
My ex-boyfriend was a manager at a restaurant and would bring home tons of food in fancy coolers that belonged to the restaurant—and that he did not have permission to be taking home.
After he cheated on me, I called the franchise owner and explained that I was moving and wanted to return all the coolers. He lost his job.
I lived in an apartment with a roommate. We had neighbors who would throw crazy parties pretty frequently, often during the week. One day, my roommate who had to be awake early had enough and decided to pee on a metal pizza pan and stick it in the freezer. After a crazy party, he pulled the pan out, flipped it upside down to get a frozen disc of pee, then slid that disc under their door where it would soon melt on their fully carpeted entryway.
We woke up to them shouting at the people who crashed there about who peed on the floor what was wrong with them. Wish I could say they toned down their parties, but they didn't and eventually got evicted.
I used to manage a coffee shop. One time, one of my baristas asked a guy his name for the order and he just totally flipped out. He started belittling her, called her stupid, and didn’t give a name. At that point, I take over and place his drink on the hand-off counter without informing him.
I just keep putting drinks out for about 10 to 15 minutes until the jerk walks up and picks up his drink that’s now lukewarm, He goes “Is this mine?” and I just respond with “I don’t know, it doesn’t have a name on it.”
I have a friend whose elaborate pumpkin display at the end of his driveway would be run over every year by the neighborhood jerk. My friend decided to put a stop to it.
He withdrew a bunch of money from his savings account so he would have enough to buy the largest pumpkin he could find, along with several large bags of cement. He filled that puppy up and made a really pretty display.
The idiot took the bait. He broke the axle of his car when he hit that pumpkin. Could not drive away. The cherry on top was when my friend then had his car towed.
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