Ever been wronged by someone? Ever wished for revenge or payback? Well, these folks did exactly that. They share how they got back on someone who totally deserved it. Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
Darn Teenagers!
“When I was 14, my father and I spent every evening for a week refinishing a deck for a client. When we finally got paid, $600 in cash, we headed home for dinner. As we enjoyed our meal, something darker was happening outside.
The neighborhood teens who frequently roamed our street happened to be walking by our driveway when they decided to see if any cars were unlocked. Guess which one was? The car with the cash.
We were close to finishing dinner when my dad thought he heard something outside which simultaneously made him remember the cash. He rushed out and saw the teens running off, only 25 yards down the road. After checking the car extensively for the money, he decided to call the cops. They believed him because the kids had done this before. Unfortunately without them recovering the money, nothing could be proven. It was gone.
For the next two years, I took every opportunity for revenge. I ambushed them at night with a paintball weapon once, trapped three uncollared outdoor cats I knew belonged to them, and turned them into the shelter. I even called the cops each time they drank outdoors. Then I sat and watched them get picked up. All of it felt good and I feel we’re even now.”
False Job Offer
“I was a chef for a famous all-inclusive hotel chain. One day, I was approached in the kitchen and told I needed to pack my bags and move 3,000 miles away to fix a labor issue at another hotel. I happily obliged but negotiated a deal where I would have my choice of any hotel location after I successfully fixed the labor issue.
I arrived at the new hotel and proceeded to diligently address the labor problem, while also taking over dinner service for 750 people.
After a few months, the labor issue had been fixed and settled, and the kitchen was running as smoothly as I liked. I asked my manager about when I could make the move to another hotel per our arrangement, and I was told since I had done such a good job they were going to make me stay where I was for an indeterminate amount of time – ie forever.
I let my management know this was unacceptable, and I demanded I be transferred in accordance with the original agreement that got me on a plan in the first place. I was told they would work on it.
I gave them a three-week window to address the issue. I told them if they did not come through in three weeks, then I would walk off the job and never look back.
After three quiet weeks, I politely asked my manager if my transfer had come through or at least was still in the works. It was not.
The next morning, I gave the entire dinner staff the day off and told them not to answer any work calls. I set up the kitchen as if I were prepping dinner; had onions and herbs in hotel pans full of water with foil covers, garlic sizzling in pans, etc.
I kept the charade up until around 4:30 pm at which time I left the kitchen, went to my room, picked up my bags, and went to the lobby to wait for my ride. The manager came out freaked. There were 750 pre-paid dinner reservations that night and no food.
He said, ‘If you walk you, you will never work for the company again.’
I laughed, shook his hand, and said, ‘Goodbye.’
I never looked back and never talked to anyone there ever again. This was 20-plus years ago.”
Stolen Bud Lights
“I met the neighbor sitting outside shining boots. He was in the Army National Guard. I walked over to introduce myself and we talked a bit about the Army. I helped him shine his boots and pulled a couple of Bud Lights out of the cooler that I kept in the back of my truck.
Fast forward a few months, and I was silently wondering if I was drinking too much. The case that I bought the day before yesterday had dwindled to a six-pack. I shrugged it off.
I drove my wife’s car to work one day that week. My wife worked in a shop across the street and phoned me to tell me she had been watching the neighbor climb into my truck and stuff his pants with my drinks.
At first, I was going to confront him and demand restitution but I decided I could avenge my missing cans by switching to bottles. So I switched, and when they were empty I refilled them with my urine and recapped. Then I put them in my cooler and waited patiently.
At first, a few went missing. I waited and nothing else was taken. My point was made.”
Cheating Girlfriend
“Several years back, a girlfriend of mine had come over to my house to bring me some leftovers from a big family holiday party they had held at her house. While she was there, I said I had to take out the garbage, so she sat down to use my computer. She logged on to her messenger and messed around on the computer for a bit. When I came back in, she told me she had to hurry and get home because of some family emergency. So I walked her out to her car and kissed her goodbye.
When I went back upstairs, text messages to her phone were flashing all over my computer. She had forgotten to log out. It appeared her telecom service provider and the messenger company had an agreement where texts could be sent/received via the computer.
I read message after message for seven hours straight. Getting progressively angrier. From the one-sided content of the messages I was able to ascertain, I found out she was currently dating at least five different men and had actually left my house to go to one of her other boyfriend’s house to spend the night.
I continued to drink and read the messages well into the night.
At about one o’clock, I went to the payphone in front of my apartment and called the cell phone of the boyfriend at whose house she was staying. He answered groggily and I asked him to pass the phone to her. She answered jokingly thinking it was one of his friends, but suddenly was filled with shock and dismay when she recognized my voice. She accusingly went on the offensive asking me how I’d gotten the number and yelling at me for being so suspicious. She hung up and then wouldn’t answer either his phone or hers for the rest of the night.
I continued to drink myself into a rage before compiling all of the texts and associated phone numbers in a Word file. I then added all of the texts she had sent me and pictures from overseas trips we had taken together that were slightly risque but proved beyond all doubt we were actually engaged in a relationship. I wrote her a harsh e-mail about how her betrayal was duplicitous and willfully cruel in nature. She had met my mother, yet she had been a bridesmaid at another boyfriend’s little sister’s wedding and was discussing what furniture to buy after she got married to yet another boyfriend.
Once I compiled all of this information, I then sent it to her, making sure to CC every person on her messenger list. All 70 of them. Her mother, father, sister, brother, friends, acquaintances, coworkers, and all five boyfriends who had sent her texts that day. She became an urban legend among her friends. She was forced to retreat from social life, cancel her phone, and close all of her messenger accounts out of shame. I heard later it became so bad that her parents had sent her overseas.
I got phone calls from the other boyfriends the next day requesting a meet-up. Four of the five of us got together over drinks to compare text messages and dates/schedules, confirming that everything I had discovered was true. I vomited and shook with rage when I discovered what she was doing, but in retrospect, I am still amazed at how fully she was able to manipulate and maintain five different, serious and long-term relationships simultaneously. The complexity astounds me. It’s almost worthy of a Baxter meme if I weren’t still so mad.
I never really regretted what I did. If I spared at least one other man the heartache, rage, and trust issues I experience then it was worth it.”
“Animal Hating” Neighbor
“A neighbor who I never met accused me of trying to stab her dog through a double fence this winter. They have a wooden six-foot stockade fence surrounded by a four-foot chain-link fence. The dog was injured on something in their backyard and required several stitches which resulted in a large vet bill that they couldn’t afford. They concocted the story of how their ‘Animal hating’ neighbor did this and began a fundraiser.
They raised quite a sum of money, way more than the bill was. I had no idea about this whole drama until a friend in the police department told me what this whacko was accusing me of. So once I found out, I requested a copy of the police report where the neighbor stated how the dog was hurt in their yard. There wasn’t any blood or human footprints near the fence etc. From there, I posted it to the fundraising site. She lost friends and reputation for $400.”
Bachelor Party Gone Wrong
“I went on a bachelor weekend trip for a friend of mine with a bunch of guys from the wedding party. It wasn’t anything crazy with random chicks or gentlemen’s clubs. But we did do some bar hopping.
It was a Friday night and I had gotten up for work around four am that morning, so I was pretty beat by about one am. So I left the bar and went home a little earlier than everyone else.
We had filled the bathtub with ice and Natty Lites and drank about half of what we purchased before heading to the bar. The reason I bring that up? I woke up completely covered in baby powder. It was completely caked in my eyes, nose, hair, ears, and mouth. My nose was dried out and so was my mouth. We were all supposed to head out on a fishing trip that morning at around six am.
So, without batting an eye (mostly because I couldn’t open them), I headed right for the shower. Which was full of cans, water and cardboard cases. I quickly took a cold shower and got all the powder off and headed to the boat. Only four out of the eight guys made it on the trip. Everyone was shocked by how well I was taking having been seriously antiqued. But, I simply asked a few questions and got the answers I needed to hear, and went about my day as if nothing happened.
Turns out it was an old roommate of mine that did it to me. He was too messed up to make it on the boat trip and was sleeping it off in the hotel room. So, the moment you’ve all been waiting for— the revenge!
While we were heading into the dock after a day of fishing, I filled a water bottle full of all the bait juice and little pieces of squid and raw baitfish. I filled that bottle to the brim. I was very quiet about it and didn’t let anyone know what I was up to. We all made it back to the hotel and I acted like I was heading back to my room. Instead, I went over to this guy’s car and proceeded to pour half the bottle down the AC vent underneath the windshield. But I wasn’t done there.
I went over to his room and knocked on the door. Once he opened it up, I calmly squirted half of what was left in his face.
While he was squirming around and screaming, ‘What did you spray on me?!’
I sprayed his bag of clothes and then him one more time for good measure. Then I walked out of the door. So, the best part?
He cleaned everything up and got over it. But he had no idea that his car had been filled with this juice and it was literally cooking in his AC vent for the next two days.
When we went to drive home (almost a three-hour drive back), he kept complaining to everyone how ‘The smell just won’t go away.’
For two and a half hours in 90-degree weather, he blasted his AC with fish juice directly into his face.
He ended up selling the car a month later because ‘He just couldn’t get the smell out.'”
Scummy Lawyer
“A woman rear-ended me pretty bad. She told me not to call the cops because she was on the way to an A.A. meeting and she would lose her license. She then called her boyfriend, who was a lawyer.
He told me, ‘Hey man! Let her go. Come to my office and I will pay cash for all repairs. Just bring in an estimate.’
So I did as requested, and the lawyer boyfriend laughed at me.
He said, ‘There is no proof she did this. You will not get a cent.’
I was completely broke and knew I could not afford the repairs. Furthermore, the car was not legally drivable as it was. So late one night, I went to the A.A. meeting the girlfriend attended via bicycle. She had said where it was during the car accident, so I checked out the schedule. That was where I confronted her on her way out. She confessed her license was suspended and she had been driving without a license that day. That was when I realized I was taken advantage of. And slowly a plan for revenge took shape in my mind.
Since it was summer, I had days free from class and rode my bicycle to the lawyer’s office for a few days to learn his schedule from across the street. When I knew his beautiful car would be unattended for a while, I filled his gas tank with loads of sand and sugar.
At the time, I lived in a bad neighborhood and there were always abandoned cars around. I had taken the rear plate off on one with an expired tag and put that on his car. Next, I slashed all four tires with a small slit so the air would slowly be gone by the time he was leaving. Now I was only able to see the first part of my plan from my perch. He came out of his office, saw the car sitting low to the ground, and started screaming like a banshee.
And this is how I imagined the rest: He paid to get the car towed, and they replaced and patched the tires. Then he drove off, but then the engine failed eventually because of the sand, etc. So he towed it again. Once he paid for repairs, he drove off and was then pulled over for expired plates.
Since he arrogantly never took my information and never even looked at the repair estimate, he didn’t know the name of his saboteur. I actually didn’t tell anyone about this when it was going on. My girlfriend would not have approved.
About a year later, I drove by the office and saw it was no longer his. I feel like the woman probably would have done the right thing but she was just mixed up with a prick. Hopefully, the events I started made it clear to her.
Sweet Secret Revenge.”
Fake Posting Ads
“It was April Fool’s day. I had several friends send fake texts to another friend, who we’ll call, ‘Steve.’ Also, Steve lived in a different state. The texts were pretended responses to an imaginary ad offering free kittens.
Steve somehow figured out it was me. He then went to a popular classifieds site and posted three separate ads with my number attached: ‘Free puppies, Free kittens, and A free 42″ flatscreen TV.’
I started receiving a flood of calls, texts, and voicemails. I was contacted by well over 150 interested individuals in the first couple of hours. I frantically tried to think of how I was going to get him back, and then it hit me.
I responded to everyone by saying, ‘Sure, it’s still available. Come by anytime tonight after five. I’m Steve, here’s my address— ‘
I proceeded to give everyone Steve’s address. Except that I didn’t always say five pm, I told people to come at different times. Steve had a steady stream of angry and disappointed visitors that evening from 4-10 pm.”
High School Bully Vs Honors Student
“When I was in high school, I was very small and skinny for my age. I was a late bloomer so I was about 5′ 1″ until my senior year. I then had a growth spurt and shot up to around 6′ 2” tall. I tower over people now. But before, there was this little jagoff named Andy. Andy was the worst. He was one of those little twerps that always verbally and mentally abuse people. But thing about Andry was that he was all talk. He could easily be put in his place by most people if it came to a fight. Unfortunately, I was small enough that fighting wasn’t really an option for me, so I resorted to another form of revenge.
One day he came up to me when I was at my locker and started calling me names. I asked him to walk away and warned him he would regret not doing so. He laughed at my warning and proceeded to push me into the locker and walk away. Little did he know, I had snagged his wallet in the midst of pushing me into the locker. I was very quick with my hands after 14 years of piano and a couple of years of card magic. Andy was a dope dealer so I knew he would have a good amount of cash.
So did I keep the cash? No, no, no. I needed to torture him. I removed the cash and tossed the wallet with all his cards and ID away. Then I turned the cash into the office telling them I found it in the hallway.
At the end of the day, there was an announcement that a sum of cash had been turned in and if the owner could prove it was his then they could claim it. By now, Andy had realized it was his cash that was turned in after he couldn’t find his wallet anywhere. He went up to the office to try and claim it, telling them I had somehow taken it from him. So I was then called to the office with him.
But Andy, having a good history of lying and other acts of mischief, had little leverage over a 4.0, honor roll, NHS (National Honor Society) student who was respected by teachers and faculty. Andy was never given the money and after a few days with nobody else claiming it, the money was given to me for being an honest student and turning it in. All $140 of it.
He knew exactly what happened, but he could do nothing about it. He was ticked off for months, but Andy never messed with me again out of fear of what else I could do. That was some sweet, sweet justice.”
“Muscled Pricks”
“I was at a huge music festival in Wales. Long story short, some muscled pricks stole all our cases out of our tent and drank the stuff in plain sight while laughing at us all. When we confronted them, they denied it. Since they were much bigger than us and were surrounded by their friends, there wasn’t much we could’ve done or so we thought.
The next day, once they all left to go to the main venue tents, my mate ran and dived into their tent. He disappeared for a good 10 minutes. The whole time I was wondering what the heck he was doing, so I walked over. When I opened up the tent, I found him squatting over a hole where he had dug in the ground in the middle of their tent, taking a huge dump.
Once he was done, he nonchalantly dragged the canvas flooring back over the hole. Then we took a quick look around for any drinks we could get our hands-on. But there wasn’t any, so we walked back to our tent.
For the rest of the festival, we could hear these knuckleheads shouting about the ripe smell of turds everywhere. Then finally, one of the lad’s girlfriends decided to drag the canvas bottom out of the tent and found the hidden treasure trove of human feces.
Suffice to say, they had ticked off more people than just us so when they confronted us, all we could do was deny it completely and laugh. We were surprised we didn’t get beaten up simply for laughing about the situation like we did.
Overall, it was a good festival. We eventually found more drinks, and used the portapotties from then on.”
