Social media has its perks— one is getting back at terrible people who wronged you. Content has been edited for clarity.
The New Cat
“I am a cat person. I have a cat that I love very much. My roommate (let’s call her ‘Jill’) wanted a cat, so I said, ‘It’s great as long as we can take the time to introduce them properly to avoid any fights.’
So Jill got a new cat. Then I found out that Jill didn’t inform our other two roommates.
As a result, Jill kept the new cat in her room (because she didn’t tell the other roommates, who then advised her to keep the cat out of common areas – which was a fair request).
Every time I tried to encourage Jill to introduce the cats, she told me I was causing them too much anxiety, and that she couldn’t find time to honor our agreement.
And THEN, one day, Jill left her door open, and the cats got into a fight. My cat started getting sick every other day due to the stress caused by the new cat, and Jill completely disregarded our agreement for a proper introduction. Jill stopped communicating with anyone in the house and would get upset if we tried to talk to her. Fortunately, she is now (thankfully) moving out.
BUT I still had to endure months of misery and stress because of her poor decisions.
As a result, I occasionally visit her social media accounts and report all of her topless content. She has been progressively banned from her main account for the past three weeks, lol.
She never should have gotten this stupid cat, and if she wanted one, she shouldn’t have been so incredibly foolish about it.”
“If Your Baby Is Sick, Then Why Don’t You Leave?”
“These trashy people had been living at my parents’ property for a while. After confronting them about being late on rent, they decided it was time to move out. We thought whatever, but then they started complaining about mold and even took us to court over it… When the court date came around, they didn’t even show up.
That elongated the process so they ended up basically living for free in our house while taking us to court for poor living conditions.
A few months went by until they had to go to court. One of them showed up crying that their baby was dying because of the mold.
The judge went in on her saying, ‘You’ve been living there rent-free for over six months. If your baby is sick, then why don’t u leave?’
Not only did that prove she was lying, but also the mold guy we hired to inspect the house. He said it was not mold that was giving the baby breathing problems, but her smoking.
Case closed. They were then ordered to pay back rent.
Literally that night they got a U-Haul and left town. I followed their every move on social media, knowing they were eventually going to slip. A few weeks went by and they started posting pics of their house. Eventually, they put a location on one of their pics. Bad move, honey.
I went on Google Earth, found the street, and found the actual house by matching the red door to one of their pics. I then sent it to my lawyer. They immediately got served and the guy had to sell his vintage car to pay us back.”
There’s Always That One Co-Worker Who Thinks They Are Everyone’s Boss
“I work at a grocery store. I do my job and I do it well. I’m known as the person everyone can count on and I’m well liked and respected.
My coworker has worked there longer than me. She went to college and considers herself better and smarter than everyone else. She constantly acts like she is the boss of the place and is always telling me what to do and making up rules that aren’t needed. If anyone makes any kind of mistake, she makes a huge deal about it. She has to go around telling every single person. She also constantly complains about the way people do things, even things that aren’t relevant to her job at all.
For example, I tend to wait until something is actually getting low before I grab a whole box of the item from the supplies area in the back of the store. I think it wastes time if I grab a tiny bit of everything every night. To most people, it doesn’t matter what way you do it because either way it gets done. Not this girl.
She constantly complains about me doing it this way and says, ‘I never fill the packaging’ and ‘I don’t do anything but sit around when I close.’
She constantly goes to the managers about this issue and they ignore her because it doesn’t matter. So she complains loudly and often about how our managers are idiots who don’t know how to run anything.
I used to just ignore her, but I finally snapped.
I came in the other day and she had gone around telling everyone and all of the managers that I hadn’t pulled the icing out of the fridge the night before so it would be soft for decorating cakes in the morning.
She gave me a lecture when I walked in and I informed her, ‘Yes, I did. I pulled several buckets.’
She then responded, ‘Oops, I thought you didn’t. I didn’t know the date yesterday.’
She had also already gone around telling all the managers and my coworkers that I didn’t do it and didn’t bother to apologize or correct herself to anyone, making me look bad.
I was done. This happens so often. I proceeded to go on social media and print out every instance of her insulting a customer on social media for the last few months. This was easy because she never shuts up and posts long, angry tirades often. When I was done, I had 10 different posts that were at least a paragraph long. Her page is completely public so anyone can see these.
In the posts, she called customers various things. ‘Disgusting pigs because when she was eating lunch she could hear someone chewing next to her, and she wished she could ‘slap the ** out of them’, idiots, mocked a customer’s name along with a picture of her cake, called a customer a crazy hag, and called our shopper’s lazy because there was a loose shopping cart in the parking lot.
So I gave it to my manager who took it straight to HR. Our company takes this kind of thing EXTREMELY seriously since we are all about customer service.
Later that day, the manager took her up to HR and told her they knew about the comments. She demanded to see the printouts but they said no. When she came back down she was ticked off, whispering to people about how unfair it all was. A few coworkers actually deactivated their Facebook for a few weeks of paranoia that something similar would happen to them.
Meanwhile, she took a vacation to Texas. This vacation was really sudden, considering we require three weeks’ notice for vacation. She also talks constantly so we hear about all of her plans months ahead of time. This one she didn’t talk about at all. I found out the reason for her sudden vacation was that she was suspended for a little over a week, but used the excuse of a ‘vacation’ to cover it up and visit some friends of the family.
She doesn’t suspect me at all because I’m such a sweet person outwardly, even to her. She’s actually been even nicer to me lately than ever and even ran up and hugged me at work the other day out of nowhere. So maybe she learned her lesson? Not too sure, but it’s a happy ending in my books.”
“My upstairs neighbor has been involved in an affair with a married man for about four months now. I wouldn’t normally care, but because it’s an affair, he visits at odd hours of the night, and their activities are very loud (I can hear a lot), which wakes me up and prevents me from sleeping. How do I know it’s an affair?
Well, he’s never spent the night, and his car has baby car seats in it.
Here’s some background: I’ve had issues with my upstairs neighbor before this. She used to throw parties on Monday nights, arrive home at 2 a.m. from work, pace around her condo, and have loud phone conversations. Despite being 40 years old, she would throw parties with 20-year-olds and engage in affairs, essentially living like a teenager. I tried to have a normal conversation with her about my concerns, but she didn’t care. Eventually, I had to involve the homeowners’ association to put an end to the parties. Needless to say, I dislike her intensely.
So, I decided to gather some information about this mysterious man. I looked up his license plate, found an address, searched the address, and discovered a name. With this name, I conducted some social media sleuthing and found the man and his wife’s profiles.
I created a throwaway account and messaged the wife about the affair.
Now, I haven’t seen him for a few weeks, and I’m sleeping quite peacefully.”
“Earlier this year, I received a friend request from a guy named ‘Nick’ on Facebook. He didn’t seem familiar, but we had a dozen friends in common, so I assumed we must have met online somewhere, even though I couldn’t remember where. Initially, things were uneventful; he didn’t comment on my posts or send me private messages, and I quickly forgot about him.
A couple of months later, I made a completely innocuous Facebook post (I can’t recall the topic, but it was entirely benign and not at all dramatic or offensive). One of my online female friends, Amber, responded. That’s when Nick also started commenting. Initially, I thought nothing of it. However, when Amber disagreed with him, he began to engage in trolling behavior.
Within seconds, I was inundated with hundreds of notifications from that post, all from Nick. In response to my friend Amber’s courteous disagreement, he decided to start spamming. I intervened politely and asked him to stop spamming my wall. His response was to stop spamming letters and start spamming explicit pictures. I tried to delete them, but he posted them faster than I could remove them. So, once again, I politely requested that he stop posting explicit content on my post, as I had real-life friends and family members on my Facebook, including my parents, brother, grandfather, cousins, aunts, and uncles from both sides of my family.
For some reason, he saw this as a challenge and began spamming explicit pictures on every single one of my Facebook posts.
At this point, I grew tired of asking politely, so I deleted him from Facebook and spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up my wall. It took him approximately 0.03921 seconds to start spamming explicit content via private messages instead. I asked him once to stop, but he persisted. Realizing he wouldn’t cease, I blocked him. Problem solved, right?
Within minutes, I began receiving explicit pictures from multiple other obviously fake Facebook accounts, all belonging to the same person. I blocked all of them, but they kept coming. At one point, I counted over twenty alternate accounts, likely created for the sole purpose of harassing women on Facebook, as I later discovered.
This went on for weeks. Periodically, after thinking I’d blocked all his accounts, he would send me another message, or I’d receive a friend request from someone I thought I knew, and it would start all over again. It even reached the point where he tracked me down on other websites and sent explicit pictures there too (I naively used the same username for everything; I should probably change that).
Then, one day, I logged onto Facebook, and there he was again, sending explicit pictures. Something snapped inside me, and I said, ‘Enough is enough. If he wants to play this game, I’ll play it better.’
I unblocked him on his main Facebook account. He noticed within a couple of hours and resumed sending explicit pictures. I made it clear, ‘I’ll give you one more chance to stop. If you don’t, you’ll be responsible for what I do next.’
Another explicit picture. Fine, let’s do this.
I casually checked his Facebook profile. Within minutes, I found the information I needed. First, I sent a polite and ‘concerned’ message about Nick’s behavior to his sister and mother. Did they know their brother/son was sending explicit pictures to random women on Facebook without their consent? Could they talk to him for me? I was at my wit’s end, and I didn’t know how to handle this. Just to be sure, I included a screenshot of some of his explicit pictures.
Next, I looked up his place of employment and city. I discovered there were only two locations of the restaurant where he worked in his area. It was 11:00 a.m., and I had nothing else to do, so I started calling. I told the managers my harassment story and asked if they could help me locate him. Coincidentally, one of the managers happened to be his boss and his best friend’s mother. She was appalled by what I told her and promised to address it with him.
As a final measure, I informed him of everything I had done, just to see him squirm. Initially, he arrogantly dismissed me as bluffing, believing he had covered his tracks well enough. He even challenged me to reveal his family’s names. So, I did. I also gave him his phone number, address, and place of employment. A prolonged silence followed. Understandable; he needed time to process. Less confidently, he tried to convince me that his sister and mother didn’t care and suggested I proceed anyway for a laugh. I wasn’t convinced, especially since his sister’s Facebook was filled with posts about church and God’s love, which didn’t align with approving of sending explicit pictures to strangers online to harass them. I informed him that I had already taken action, and we’d soon find out if he was right. He sent one more message, half-sneering and half-terrified, before logging off.
Game. Set. Match.
Following this comment are screenshots I took as proof of my story. The most disturbing part is that his sister actually responded, and shockingly, this wasn’t the first time he had done such things.”