People Reveal Their Story Of Mountainous Revenge
16. Your Career As A Property Manager Is Going Straight Down The Drain
“After graduating from college, my partner and I moved to a new state where she was accepted into an engineering program.
We found a lovely garden apartment-style complex that advertised 100 Mbps internet speed included in the price among a few other amenities. When we met the property manager, he seemed strict but well mannered, nothing out of the ordinary. Until we signed the lease…
The first problem:
Suddenly, walking into his office was not allowed without an appointment. I had come by to ask a question, saw him browsing social media, and figured he was as available as he made himself to us when we first came by, unannounced, to view a model apartment.
Nope. He refused to answer my question and asked me to make an appointment via email.
The second problem:
The terms of our lease included an attachment to complete within 48 hours of accepting the keys that detail all discrepancies within the unit. We submitted the attachment via email around the 40th hour. The property manager responded that the terms recently changed from 48 to 24 hours and since we had passed 24 hours, we would be held liable for all found damages.
When citing our copy of the lease which explicitly stated 48 hours, he informs us that we signed an outdated copy and would need to make an appointment to come by the office and sign a new lease.
The third problem:
The internet speed was not 100 Mbps as advertised. It was less than 15 Mbps off-peak and about ~5 Mbps on peak. We again contacted the property manager to complain but were referred to make an appointment.
The fourth problem:
We made an appointment to address the previous three problems. During this meeting and after I finished voicing our issues, the property manager leans forward and says, “There are other communities in this neighborhood that may be more accepting of people like you and your partner. You’re welcome to break the lease and leave.”
“People like you and your partner.”
I had thought he was referencing our no-nonsense response to his nonsense (daily communication, scheduling multiple meetings to address these issues, etc) but my partner believed he was speaking towards our skin colors.
She, a black woman, and myself, a white man. My partner jokingly told me to check my privilege before getting serious and explaining to me that we were experiencing discrimination at the very least.
The solution:
I did some research and discovered the property manager worked for a larger organization that owned several complexes throughout the country. I found their director of human resources on LinkedIn and made a connection.
I then emailed her copies of all email correspondence, screenshots of the lease, pictures of the internet speed flags advertised by the road, and more screenshots of online speed tests. We further noted his comment and the implications behind it.
The human resources director replied within a few hours and promised us she would look into the issue.
About two days later, the property manager called and asked us to come by his office at our convenience.
We showed up near the end of the day and sat down across from him. He then proceeded to ask us if we would be willing to write a letter stating we accepted his apology (despite not yet offering said apology) and in return, he would credit us a month’s rent, accept our damages attachment, and promise to have the ISP on site within a week to assess the internet issues.
We declined. He got personal with us and revealed his job may be at stake and asked us to reconsider.
My partner leaned forward and said, “There are other communities in this neighborhood that may be more accepting of people like you. You’re welcome to leave.”
The property manager was replaced in a week with a super sweet older woman who not only gave us all the things the original property manager had promised; the one month credit, accepting the damages attachment, and then further scheduling maintenance to fix said damages, having the ISP assess and upgrade the internet to promised speeds, but she also made it clear her office was always open for anything we may need.
I looked up the old property manager about a few months later on LinkedIn. Still unemployed.”
15. Better Hope I Don't Find Out About Your Criminal Offenses
“I met a guy while vacationing in California one summer, a really nice guy and he always wanted to do something fun and different every day. From hiking, paintballing, swimming, or going out on the ocean.
After the vacation ended, we kept in touch and over the course of the next year, we decided I would move to California.
I work in healthcare as a nurse so getting a job almost anywhere isn’t tough, but as the new nurse, your hours are going to be bad.
No surprise, so after we’ve lived together for a few months and working terrible hours, they go back to normal hours and we can really spend more time together.
I’m not really one to snoop around, he had a safe in the bedroom where we kept basic safe stuff like passports, SS cards, birth certificates, etc., but one day I had to produce my birth certificate and had to go into the safe while he wasn’t home.
I found my birth certificate easily but next to it was a birth certificate with an entirely different name and DOB than what his was so I asked him about it and he got super defensive and yelled at me for snooping.
Totally out of character for him as I’ve never seen him yell before. I still wanted to know what was going on and based on his reaction and the fact I moved to a different state to be with him, I deserved to know if he was hiding anything.
A few days later he finally tells me the truth, he used to be married and has twins.
This caught me off guard because normally you tell someone you are in a relationship with if you have kids.
That doesn’t bother me as much as him using a different name, however.
So he decides this is the time to be totally honest with me, tells me he didn’t want to pay child support or alimony because she was two-timing him but he couldn’t prove it in court and he believed the kids weren’t his (even though he also admitted they did a paternity test and he’s the father…).
So he simply started using his old friend’s name and information that he for some reason had after they were college roommates.
So, so many red flags are now flying.. why did he have his roommate’s birth certificate and social security number? He never did answer that and Googling the name never did turn anything up.
Then he decided to admit he’s been two-timing me ever since I moved out here since we are ‘being honest’ and he finally could share his life with someone.
Huh?!
So I moved out that very night to sleep on another nurse’s couch. He, however, refused to leave me alone and eventually started to threaten me over the phone.
Big mistake, you just admitted to skipping out on child support, alimony, court orders, and identity theft. I started looking up his hometown and state (one thing he didn’t seem to lie about) and found public records of his divorce and tracked down his ex-wife on social media.
After she finally responded about a week later, she confirmed from pictures it was him and was really interested in knowing where he was. Turns out he not only skipped out on child support and alimony but he also stole her car years ago when he left and opened several credit cards in her name before he decided to leave town and was wanted for all of that.
I mildly kept in touch with him telling him I needed time to figure it all out before we could try again.
About two months later, he was arrested and began proceedings to get him transported back to his home state.
He did call me from jail for about a week but I refused to pay for the calls. He then had his attorney contact me and I told his attorney that if he ever contacted me again I’d call the cops for harassment.
I then started searching his name and everything through his home state’s court access site and found out he was sentenced to 6 years for the credit cards, motor vehicle theft, theft of a firearm, and several contempts of court charges.
I kept in contact with the ex-wife for a bit, she was thankful they finally found him. Also for a bit more on top of it all, it turns out once he gets out of prison in his home state, he will be arrested and charged for the stuff that they uncovered and figured out in California over the past few years.
Turns out he also did a good amount of credit card fraud out there.
So don’t threaten to ‘smash’ someone’s face in for breaking up with you if you are committing identity theft and are on the run from child support.”
14. Always Read The Fine Print
“I’ll try to keep the details vague enough to keep me anonymous.
I am the landlord of some apartments in the city. I sign the lease agreements, and go over the basics with tenants, although they don’t usually want me to spend hours delving into the fine print. 99% of the time, it’s a breeze, and everything is fine.
One lady, let’s call her Karen, had been paying her rent via a new bank account and new checks for the last several months.
All of a sudden, we got several chargeback fees on our account – she had put a stop payment on the checks, and closed the account. I immediately called her.
Me: ‘Hey, Karen, it looks like your checks bounced for the last few months. I just wanted to make sure everything is ok.’
Karen: ‘Oh no! I promise I’ll get this fixed.’
Me: ‘Ok. You’ve been a good tenant in the past, so I’ll give you a month.’ Needless to say, a month passed, and she didn’t pay.
So I called her again.
Me: ‘Hey, Karen, we still haven’t received payment, so I’m afraid we’ll have to file for eviction.’
Karen: ‘Oh god no, I’m an old woman, I can’t afford to be evicted. I’m trying so hard to pay! Can you give me another shot?’
Me: ‘As long as you pay before the court date, the eviction doesn’t have to go through.’
The court date arrives, and guess who hasn’t paid yet. At court, the judge rules for a 24-hour notice to vacate. Karen, in tears, comes up to me afterward.
Karen: ‘Can you please give me another chance? I can’t afford to go anywhere else.’
Me: ‘I’m sorry, Karen, but the only way I could do that is if you paid off the debt, signed a new lease agreement, plus a first month’s rent, plus a new security deposit.
And I don’t think that’s going to happen. Goodbye.’
So I left, and I thought that was that. My maintenance guy would come in in a few days to do the inspection and clean up, and then we’d put it on the market. He shows up a few days later, and there’s a problem… they’re still there. So I call the sheriff, to schedule a set-out.
A problem, though.
According to the sheriff, the 24-hour notice was no longer valid, as we had struck up a deal afterward, so the court had reversed the eviction decision. I had no recollection of having decided that this would happen.
I called the court, and they informed me that the eviction was no longer valid, as apparently, I told the sheriff that I was giving her more time, invalidating the decision, etc.
What happened was that Karen had called the sheriff, and told him that the court had reversed the decision, because of a non-existent deal. She had then called the court and told them that the sheriff could not evict her, as I had waived the notice. And she had used my words – twisting my denial of an extension into a deal.
I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.
I sent Karen a copy of a new lease agreement, asking for the debts, in addition to rent for the first month, and a new security deposit. Her lawyer then contacted me – yes, she had the funds to hire a lawyer, somehow – informing me that, in fact, her old lease agreement was still valid, as my ‘deal’ (you know, the one that would require a NEW lease agreement) invalidated the eviction decision.
So I filed for eviction, on the grounds that she had not paid for several months now, 5 to be exact, and therefore had invalidated her old lease agreement.
And then, I read her old lease agreement. I already know these contracts pretty well, but as I said, I don’t usually delve into the minutiae. This time, I did. We show up at court. Karen has her lawyer.
Karen is bursting, grinning like a fool, like she’s won the lottery. Her lawyer looks fairly happy as well. The judge asks me to speak.
Me: ‘I would like Karen to leave the apartments, but she is refusing, despite the fact that according to the court’s last decision, she should have left over a month ago now.’
Judge: ‘And, Miss Karen?’
Lawyer: ‘Miss Karen cannot be ejected from her home without a new notice.
Yes, she has not yet paid past due rent, however, she and the Landlord struck up a deal, giving her the time she needed to pay via verbal agreement. This deal made directly after the last court date invalidated the last decision, so Miss Karen will require a new decision, and therefore, a new notice before she can rightfully be evicted from her home. Until then, her lease agreement is still valid (insert legal nonsense).’
Judge: ‘And Landlord? What do you have to say?’
Me: ‘Well, your honor, I have to agree. They have made a very, very compelling argument. Karen and I did indeed make a deal, giving her the time she needed to pay. And yes, her old lease agreement is still valid, I guess. Well, according to the terms of the still valid lease, there are some additional things that the court needs to be aware of, that I’d like to go over for clarification.
I’m sure you have a copy, your honor?’
Judge: ‘Yes, I do.’
Me: ‘And you have a copy, Lawyer?’
Lawyer: ‘Yes, I do.’
Me: ‘Excellent. Well, your honor, if you look at section 4, subsection A, on page 2, you will see that after 10 days of nonpayment, a late fee of $100 is applied. If you continue reading to subsection B, you will see that after 15 days of nonpayment, additional late fees of $10 per day are applied, until full payment is rendered. If you continue to subsection C, you will see that failed payments necessitate a chargeback fee of $50 per failed payment.
If you will continue, your honor, to page 4, section 7, subsection F, you’ll see that if a tenant is in any way responsible for a loss of rent, including leaving an apartment in less than move-in ready condition, failed payments, or, lastly, refusal to vacate in the case of an eviction, the tenant is responsible for payment of said loss of rent, in addition to any other debts owed. In addition, on page 8, section 14, subsection A, you’ll note that the tenant is responsible for any and all legal fees resultant from the eviction process, including attorney’s fees, such as for the attorney I hired to help me review this lease agreement.
Finally, on page 10, the last page, section 17, subsection B, you will see that the tenant is responsible for all HVAC services rendered on their unit. As we sent in a company to fix the unit in Karen’s apartment at her request, we have the invoice here for the replacement unit – in addition to the totals for all of the fees listed.’
At this point, the lawyer has gone completely pale – it’s clear that he was more concerned that I would fight the whole ‘deal’ thing, than the terms of the lease he thought he’d have to fight to keep valid.
Karen looks utterly shocked, her mouth slightly agape, like a child confused by a game of peek-a-boo. The judge, meanwhile, is completely unfazed, until I hand her the invoice, alongside my maths, a spreadsheet, and a piece of paper with the total debt owed circled and highlighted at the bottom of the page. Her eyes widen to the size of her mouth, as her jaw dropped with an audible gasp.
Me: ‘As you can see, your honor, the total owed is in excess of $16,000. I will happily accept the payment in the form of a cashier’s check. I’d hate to have to charge yet another $50 fee for failed payment, should another personal check bounce.’
Judge: ‘Lawyer, do you have anything to say?’
At this point, the lawyer looks like he’s about to pass out.
Karen seems to have stopped breathing. The judge remains silent for a moment and then collects herself.
Judge:’ I’m afraid you’ll have to address that matter of debt in a different court than this one, Landlord. We are here only to judge whether Miss Karen is to be evicted from her home today.’
Me: ‘Oh, if she wants to stay, I’d be happy to let her.
As long as she agrees to continue to abide by the terms of the lease agreement, specifically those clauses outlined above. And pays the debt owed today.’
Judge: ‘I’m going to rule for a 24-hour notice to vacate unless Miss Karen can produce payment at this moment.’
Karen sits, still, quiet, speechless even.
Her lawyer is eyeing the window, I like to think contemplating his decisions in life that led him to this point.
Judge: ‘Right, a 24-hour notice to vacate. And, Landlord?’
Me: ‘Yes?’
Judge: ‘You’ll want to file those charges in small claims court… or a higher court, if it exceeds the amount that you can legally pursue in small claims.’
Me: ‘Already filed, your honor.’
The case has now been resolved, and needless to say, I got a fairly significant bonus, in addition to a slight raise.
I then used the terms of her old lease to get a payout of (at the end of it all) about $20,000, and my boss gave me a big chunk of it as a bonus. Boom.”
13. Yeah, You're Not Getting Hired
“This is a bit of a long story about the value of being professional and nice no matter the position you are in.
My partner and I moved to our current city back in 2013. The standards for my lady’s job here are different from the standard back home. She has an Associate’s degree and most employees wanted a Bachelor’s degree. However, nothing could stop her and she kept putting in applications.
One day one of the employers she had sent applications to called her back. However, it was not to tell her she had gotten the job. Instead, it was the manager telling her how unprofessional it was of her to put in for positions that were “obviously above her. In fact, I’m going to delete your email from our system please don’t apply anymore it’s just a waste of our time.
I’ll send you a letter since you just can’t seem to follow directions in my emails.”
My woman after she got over her initial shock asked the manager for her name.
“I don’t see why it matters but Tulip.”
My partner said thank you and continued her job hunt. Sure enough, she got the letter in the mail asking her not to apply anymore citing an inability to follow clear directions.
My partner held onto this letter. I told her to throw it away but she insisted on keeping it.
Eventually, my partner landed a job at one of the biggest employers in the city. Not only that but this employer was the main supply of business to the employer that was so rude to my woman.
Well, my woman is an extremely precocious and hard-working person and eventually got her Bachelor’s and then became the manager over her crew.
One of the manager’s responsibilities was to decide who to send business to.
My woman told her boss about the letter and what happened and used that as justification that if this is how a business treats potential hires then they really shouldn’t be trusted with their business. Her boss honestly probably did not care very much and just let my partner do what she does.
(Honestly, my partner is kind of a baddie, and it wouldn’t surprise me if her boss just gave her whatever it took to keep her happy.)
Wouldn’t you know it the rude employer business went way, way down.
In fact, my lady would only give them business if they were the last ones who could be called.
This led to the most awesome meeting my partner has had this year.
You see to improve relations, the bad employer set up a meeting with my partner and my partner’s boss and the bad business’s top management. They needed this meeting to “show how much value they could add.”
The day of the meeting comes and everyone introduces themselves.
Finally, Mrs. Tulip says she is the manager and how nice it was to meet everyone.
That’s when my woman said, “Excuse me I just want to be certain.
Are you Mrs. Tulip?”
Tulip: “Yes that’s me.”
My partner: “Oh excellent. I am so happy to finally meet you in person.”
Thinking she had an In with my partner, Mrs. Tulip was over the moon. My woman let them carry on and tell her all about how much value they could add to the business and how they could really help out my lady’s employer.
This is when my woman says, “Well, thank you, but unfortunately, I feel that we can’t really give business to an employer who we feel has some ethical issues that need to be addressed.”
Big boss from bad employers: “Excuse me we were not made aware of any ethical issues, what are you talking about?”
That’s when my partner brought out the letter that was signed by Mrs. Tulip.
My partner then tells them that if they treat potential hires this way then it was an ethics issue for my partner, and it would be very hard for her to give them business.
Since she had concerns about the welfare of the business she couldn’t approve any more goes to bad business than absolutely necessary.
Mrs. Tulip turned white and you could hear a pin drop on the other side of the table.
My woman thanked them for their time but apologized and went back to her work.
We don’t know if anything ever happened to Mrs. Tulip but that business has since downsized and has gotten a reputation for being a poor choice to send business.
Throughout my woman’s organization.”
12. My Girl Stole My Funds And Lied About It, So I Came Up With The Best Plan
“I’m a senior at a large state university.
This happened in the first semester of my freshman year.
I was selected for an honors-type program that placed me in a co-ed dorm building with every other student in the program. As a dumb freshman, I rushed into a relationship with a freshman girl who lived right above me (we’ll call her Megan). It was convenient for me to see someone who lived so close, but everyone else in our building hated Megan because she talked a lot and almost exclusively about herself.
She bragged often about being a “fairly aggressive” person, but somehow, I overlooked that mile-wide red flag.
Right after Thanksgiving break at the end of an evening class, I got a call from my mom, who noticed some unusual activity on my checking account. Back then, I had no credit card, so this account/debit card was my only access to my savings while I lived on campus.
I rarely needed to buy anything during the semester, so I was puzzled to find that $104.29 had left my bank account over two weeks—in the form of six Grubhub food orders.
At this point, I trusted Megan, but I decided to ask her about the funds right away. She denied any involvement and suggested that I cancel my debit card. After a really long phone call to the bank, I did just that.
Next, I reached out to Grubhub customer service on Twitter: “Hey, my card was stolen and used for food orders on these dates. Can I have the receipts?” They sent me the first and last receipts, but they had to “redact” the personal info of the account holder. I say “redact” in quotes because they just used the Snapchat draw tool, and Megan’s name was still clearly visible on both receipts.
What’s more: The most recent receipt was only two hours old. She was probably still eating when I chopped up my debit card!
It’s worth noting that she and I both had unlimited dining plans—paid for by our respective parents—and we lived 500 feet from the nearest dining hall. She didn’t need to order food, and she definitely didn’t need my funds to do it.
So, I texted her again: “I have the receipts from Grubhub. Are you sure you didn’t make those orders?”
Her reply: “SCREW YOU FOR SUSPECTING ME!”
(“Fairly aggressive,” wouldn’t you say?)
I hatched a plan to collect security camera footage of her picking up the order from that evening. However, by midnight, Megan arrived at my door in tears and confessed to everything, plus she admitted to being a serial shoplifter.
Exhausted, I sent her away and decided to deal with everything in the morning.
By the next day, everyone in our building seemed to know what was going down (probably because Megan had already begun broadcasting her version of the story).
I sent Megan a breakup text and decided that the $104.29 was a loss. At least I escaped unscathed, right?
Well, less than two days later, she entered my room when I wasn’t looking.
I was sitting at my desk when I noticed her standing silently behind me.
Megan: “Give me my stuff. Where’s my stuff?”
Me: “What stuff?”
Megan: “YOU KNOW.”
I did not know. She tore through the room, looking for something that she refused to identify. Just as quick as she came, she was gone, and I locked the door because obviously, this wasn’t over yet.
Within a minute, she was back. She stood outside my door, knocking and demanding I let her back inside. The knocking quickly got more violent. She started shouting, “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” and “OPEN THE DOOR!” Mind that we lived in this building with students in our program who all know each other, and all of them could hear her.
Pretty quickly, Megan was rattling the handle of my door.
Next, she began throwing herself at it, shoulder-first, trying to break it down. I lived next door to my RA, but judging by the lack of any intervention, he was elsewhere. So, I whipped out my phone and texted him to send backup.
Meanwhile, I saw my heavy wooden door bending and buckling. I even heard it crack a bit.
My RA was on duty in another building, so he sent three of his colleagues to de-escalate the situation.
They brought Megan downstairs, where she revealed that the “stuff” she wanted was just the t-shirt and keychain that she gave me for my birthday. Whatever; I let her have those. I still just wanted this to be over.
However, once I shared my story with the resident life staff, they filed university paperwork to place a no-contact order between me and Megan. They also recommended I contact the campus police, who then told me I should get my stolen funds back in small claims court (I couldn’t even get there without a car or money to pay for an Uber.
Sorry, Judge Judy).
At the request of the campus police, I also contacted the Title IX office at my school, sending them the story of everything you’ve read so far. They were interested—to say the least—although I didn’t want any trouble. I just wanted a clean breakup and a fresh start, but a Title IX representative informed me that they were bringing three misconduct charges against Megan: theft, threatening/violent behavior, and inciting an intervention by university staff.
The representative asked me to serve as a witness in Megan’s disciplinary hearing the next semester. I tentatively agreed, right before the representative set the hearing date for February 14th.
Valentine’s Day. I thought it was a joke, but they really did that.
When the day of the hearing finally arrived, the no-contact order was still in effect, but a few of my friends had kept tabs on Megan.
For starters, she failed all of her classes in the fall.
Someone in my math course confessed that Megan had tried to sleep with him while she was seeing me, and he had to repeatedly tell her no. Even worse, Megan kept telling a twisted version of the whole story to try and turn my friends against me. So, when I found out that she had found a new partner, it felt good to know that the V-Day disciplinary hearing ruined whatever evening plans they might’ve made.
I arrived alone at the disciplinary board office, unsure of what to expect. The board consisted of grad students, and the hearing was expected to run into the night.
Unlike me, Megan did not come alone. She brought both of her parents as “character witnesses” (that wasn’t even a thing here; this wasn’t a real courtroom, as you’ll soon see). And that’s not all: Megan’s parents also paid a lawyer to defend her against the charges.
The board knew that was unnecessary, but Megan’s parents believed so strongly in their daughter’s innocence that they had already paid this three-piece suit to make her case.
In the name of fairness, the board members offered me pro-bono legal representation: a junior economics major, who we’ll call Jimmy.
Jimmy had already read my account of the events from the fall, and thanks to my screenshots of Grubhub receipts, he said there was an okay shot of the charges sticking.
Then I told him something I’d kept secret for months: When Megan tried to break down my door, and I whipped out my phone to text my RA, I also filmed the whole thing.
Jimmy couldn’t get enough of the video. There was Megan, kicking and screaming and clearly trying to break into my dorm room. It was all the evidence I needed, and no one saw it coming.
In the hearing, when the time came for me to make the case against Megan, Jimmy played the video on a big screen in front of everyone.
The room went insane.
In that instant, I realized that Megan really had convinced everyone I was the liar.
In her version of the story, I gave her permission to buy food using my account. She told her parents that she’d asked me politely for her belongings, which I’d rudely hidden from her in my dorm room.
In Megan’s story, I was the sociopath trying to ruin her reputation. Before I unveiled the video, it was her word against mine.
I still didn’t want revenge… Even after finding out that Megan tried to two-time me.
But when I saw her parents flipping out at the video: “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US YOU DID THIS?!” and her lawyer raising: “THIS EVIDENCE WAS NOT PROVIDED IN PRE-TRIAL DISCLOSURE!” and a board member standing over him: “SIR, THIS IS NOT A COURT OF LAW.
PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEAT,” and him shouting “OBJECTION!” and her replying: “WE DON’T HAVE OBJECTIONS, THIS ISN’T A COURT OF LAW,” and Jimmy, my new best friend, just trying not to laugh out loud… That’s when I realized how good revenge can feel when it’s fair and deserved.
The board found Megan responsible for all three charges. My side of the bench recommended the university terminate her housing contact and force her to pay restitution.
Her side recommended only restitution and a reprimand.
The board compromised. Her family paid back most of the funds she stole (“most” because two of the six orders had the same price, and the lawyer convinced the board I had duplicated an order), and Megan was forced to move into a different dorm building.
This probably would’ve helped her anyway because every student in our program’s building knew everything she’d done and lied about.
They wouldn’t speak to her, and no one wanted to be her roommate. By the time she had to move buildings, she’d already failed all of her courses again. Having paid for her tuition, her unused dining plan, her lawyer, and her restitution, Megan’s parents finally pulled her out of school.
Where are they now?
Last I heard, Megan returned as a part-time student, but I never saw her again because the no-contact order still stands.
I’m now friends on social media with the guy Megan tried to seduce. Oh, and Jimmy and I connected on LinkedIn.
As for me, well… I no longer hang out with “fairly aggressive” people.”
11. Betray Our Family Friend? I'll Take Your Job, Your Woman, And More
“My mom has been best friends with Eileen (not her real name) since they were both kids, and Eileen has kind of been like an aunt to me. About 5 years ago, Eileen’s man of more than 25 years surprised her by asking to separate. Eileen lived about 6 hours away from my mom at the time, and I lived out of state, so I didn’t find out how everything went down until a few months after their breakup was finalized.
Unfortunately, Eileen’s life kind of spiraled out of control after the breakup. She developed depression and a drinking problem. But my mom and some other childhood friends were able to convince her to move back to her hometown, and then they convinced her to go to rehab.
I moved back home shortly before Eileen went to rehab, and because my school/work schedule was pretty flexible, I was able to house sit and take care of some stuff while she was in rehab.
The first time I visited her in rehab, I got the whole breakup story, and it was bad. Eileen’s ex, Jeff (also not his real name), hadn’t talked to Eileen about any problems prior to asking to break their relationship off, so she just assumed he fell out of love with her. But I was immediately skeptical about the things Eileen told me.
First, Jeff, who was an executive at a pharmaceutical company earning mid-six figures, was fired from his job a year before they split up, and decided to take a break before looking for another job. It was weird to me that Jeff decided to take a break from work because he’d always been such a workaholic.
Eileen hasn’t worked in years because of a disability, but she has some property and a trust her parents left her that lets her live a comfortable life without working.
Jeff and Eileen lived off money from the trust while he was unemployed.
Then, after Jeff said he wanted to leave her, he refused to go to couple’s therapy or talk about why he wanted to leave. The only thing he would say was that they had grown apart and that he was sick of being with a woman like Eileen. He said Eileen’s mother was right about her.
Eileen’s mother was a classic narcissist, and she bullied Eileen horribly about her attractiveness, weight, intelligence, etc., which caused a lot of psychological problems that Jeff knows about.
Finally, right after everything was finalized, Jeff moved out of state but to a state where he didn’t have any family or connections in. Jeff’s parents are still alive and in their 80s/90s, and Jeff is pretty close to them, so it didn’t make any sense to me why Jeff wouldn’t move to be closer to them if he wanted to move after the breakup.
I didn’t say anything to Eileen because I didn’t want to upset her, but I thought Jeff might have been seeing someone else behind her back, had orchestrated his unemployment to avoid paying alimony, and then moved out of state to be with his secret lover. I just didn’t have a way to confirm it at the time.
Then Eileen asked me to look for a box of Jeff’s stuff he had asked her to hold for him until he moved into his new apartment.
She told me all the info on the box, contents, and his new address was in an email he sent her, and she gave me the password to her computer, so I could access the email.
This is where I lucked out. It turns out, Jeff had used her computer and set up his email on the computer. I accidentally clicked on the app for his email when I was searching for Eileen’s email.
I decided to take a peek at his email. The first thing I noticed was that he had mostly stopped using that email address 3 years before, which was about 1 year before he was fired. In a folder for digital receipts, I found a confirmation email for a site (either POF or Match; I can’t remember which), which I think he saved there accidentally. I also found a verification email for a new email address.
I started to put together a speculative timeline of what happened. I guessed that about 3 years before, Jeff started seeing someone, and shortly after, he decided to get a new email address to help keep the relationship secret.
I wanted to access his profile to get more information, so I tried to use the “forgot password” feature to see if I could generate an email that would allow me to reset the password and login that way.
Unfortunately, the site didn’t recognize Jeff’s old email address.
I thought I might be able to get into Jeff’s new email using his old email to reset the password, and then, maybe, I could use the new email to get into the website. But I didn’t want to risk locking Jeff out of his new email and alerting him until I knew more about what he’d done.
And here’s where I totally lucked out — the email app Jeff downloaded to Eileen’s MacBook had a note feature, and super genius Jeff saved some passwords on notes. Most of the passwords weren’t helpful, but I did get the password to the site and his Twitter and Netflix accounts.
I logged into the site using his new email address and the password.
I was able to read messages Jeff sent to another woman before he broke up with Eileen. The new woman sent Jeff her email address in one of the messages.
I searched social media for the woman’s email address and found her profile. I couldn’t read her posts, but she left her photos public. She had recent photos of her and Jeff, so I knew they were still together.
She also posted a photo of a construction crew breaking ground on a new home for her and Jeff, which was interesting because I got the impression from Eileen that Jeff didn’t have a lot of funds after they broke up.
Here’s where my background is important. At the time, I was attending law school (I moved back to my hometown for one semester for a legal residency), and I had access to Lexis’ database, specifically, their public records database.
I had spent a good portion of one of my summer internships tracking down property records and other assets to help recover judgments for clients, so I knew how to search for public records.
The woman had purchased several acres in a wealthy suburb several months before Jeff left Eileen, and there was no mortgage listed on the record. I’d already found her LinkedIn page, so I knew she worked as an executive assistant before she moved out of state with Jeff.
She didn’t advertise her salary, but I doubted she could have afforded the property with her salary alone. It’s possible she had funds outside her salary, but I suspected Jeff gave her funds to purchase the land before he left Eileen.
I also found an updated record in Lexis showing Jeff and the woman as joint owners of the property. I called the county recorder office to confirm ownership of the property, dates, etc. The woman had filed a quitclaim just 5 weeks after Jeff’s breakup was finalized.
I was still hesitant to try to log into Jeff’s new email, so I decided to check his old email again to see if there was anything else I should investigate before moving to the new email. I didn’t find anything, but I noticed that several passwords in his notes were the same. I decided to try to log into his new email using the same password he used for the site.
I figured the two accounts were created around the same time, so if he had recycled a password, that was the most likely candidate. It worked.
His new email was a gold mine. Because this story is already getting ridiculously long, I’ll list some of the relevant stuff I found:
-Jeff hadn’t been fired from his old job. He quit and lied to Eileen.
I found an email from his admin asking where to have payroll send his last check and details about a goodbye party for him.
-Some emails between Jeff and a boat repair person mentioning a leak somewhere on one side of the sailboat near the engine compartment. The repair guy couldn’t find the source of the leak, but he talked about current and future problems with mold and the engine on that side.
-Emails between Jeff and a boat broker, which included the email address of buyers farther down in the string.
-An emailed report from the boat inspector, which didn’t include the leak or any mold damage or potential damage to the engine.
-Emails between Jeff and his contractor about changes made to the new house’s sunroom (something about a 3 season sunroom vs a 4 season sunroom and the construction needing to be modified to deal with the weight of snow).
-Emails between Jeff and the woman. They had gotten hitched.
-The woman/Jeff shared a calendar.
-Some flirty emails between Jeff and another woman.
-Emails with info on Jeff’s new employer.
I downloaded all the important emails and their attachments and started thinking about a revenge plan.
To my mind, everything was fair game. He lied about being fired, so I wanted him fired from his new job.
I suspected he hid his funds before his separation from Eileen to help pay for his new house, so I wanted him to lose his house. He was unfaithful, so I wanted to destroy his new relationship. Anything I could do about the boat was a bonus.
The easiest place to start was the boat. I had no idea if the source of the leak was found & repaired or if the leak was verbally disclosed to the buyer, but I figured Jeff was a lying jerk, so odds were fair he hid the info from the new buyer.
I sent the emails between Jeff and the repairman and another copy of the inspection to the buyer. I searched Jeff’s county court website 5/6 months later and found out the buyers filed a suit against Jeff (and the broker and inspector). Ha!
I couldn’t figure out how to take or destroy Jeff’s house, so I settled for contacting the county inspector’s office to complain about the sunroom not being up to code.
This is actually what prompted me to write this post because I just found out some details about what happened with the county inspectors. (Keep in mind, I heard about this from a 3rd party years after the fact, so I don’t know all the details). It turns out, the sunroom was code compliant, but the inspector did find a workshop/workroom attached to the detached garage that wasn’t on the original permit/plans.
The workshop had a bathroom that the contractor attached to the property’s septic system after the initial inspection. A mutual friend of Eileen & Jeff told Eileen and me, and he guessed this was a big deal because the size of the septic system they installed wasn’t sized to handle the additional… input, but I don’t know for sure. Jeff had to pay a fine, and the workshop had to be removed. This ended up causing construction delays, which will become relevant below.
As for destroying Jeff’s relationship, my first impulse was to send the new woman the flirty emails between Jeff and the other woman, but when I searched for that woman on social media, I couldn’t find anything. I had no way of knowing if the new woman knew the other woman and would think that the emails weren’t important or evidence of him being unfaithful.
Then, I played around with the idea of getting into Jeff’s profile and sending stuff to his woman. But it would take too long to manufacture a fake relationship with real dates and times, and I was worried that Jeff might get an email alert from the site that would clue him in.
I ended up just risking that the new woman wouldn’t know the other woman.
I pretended to be someone concerned about an affair between Jeff and the new woman. Overall, I kept the accusation vague, but I did say Jeff and the new girl went out to eat and to the movies, on a few days Jeff’s shared calendar said the new woman was out of town.
I couldn’t come up with a way to get Jeff fired. I rechecked his email and calendar over several weeks looking for something I could use to get him fired. Eventually, my legal residency got too busy to devote much time to revenge, so I decided to just let it go.
Eileen recently reconnected with a friend she shared with Jeff, and that friend gave Eileen an update on Jeff. Eileen shared the details with me, and that’s what reminded me of what I did and prompted this story.
It turned out that I didn’t need to worry about sabotaging Jeff’s career. By luck, the woman Jeff had been emailing was actually his assistant at his new job, and Jeff’s new boss was his brother-in-law.
Jeff and his new woman actually moved to her hometown, so she could be close to her family and so Jeff could go to work for his new brother-in-law.
I have no idea if Jeff actually was seeing his assistant. He told the mutual friend that passed this story onto Eileen that they hadn’t been. It didn’t matter to the new wife, though.
Because she and Jeff got together when Jeff was already in a relationship, she didn’t have a lot of trust in Jeff. She didn’t believe Jeff’s denials when I sent the email about him. She decided to leave him. And Jeff’s brother-in-law’s boss fired him.
And since the construction was delayed, the new house wasn’t finished when Jeff and the new woman broke up.
They had to sell an unfinished home, and Jeff took a big financial hit.
Finally, these weren’t part of my larger revenge plan, but I am pretty petty, so I:
-took the box of Jeff’s stuff (mostly photographs) and threw them away. I told Eileen they must have been lost in the move.
-signed both of Jeff’s email addresses for a bunch of spam, newsletters, mailing lists, etc.
-deleted his Netflix watchlist
-posted, retweeted, and liked a bunch of adult content on his Twitter account and deleted all the accounts he was following
I never told Eileen what I did because I wanted her to have plausible deniability, and I didn’t want to interfere with her recovery. She doesn’t know about the boat lawsuit or the Netflix/Twitter stuff, but she did take satisfaction from his break up and job loss.
I probably would have let it all go if Jeff had just been unfaithful because I had always really liked Jeff. I always thought he was nice, but I was obviously wrong about him. Nice people don’t weaponize childhood mistreatment to mentally torture their partner. As far as I’m concerned, Jeff deserved everything I did to him.”
10. Try To Get Me To Not Contact The Police? I'll Make You Lose Your Job
“When I was 19, I worked in a one-man store in my local area.
Sure, there were a lot of entitled people that came in, but there were also absolutely lovely regulars that I bonded with.
Unfortunately, what happened didn’t involve one of the nice regulars but a creepy, older man. The man was probably in his 40s, dirty, and just an outright creep. The shop didn’t have any panic buttons, so when he came in, I was on my own.
He would lean over the counter and make disgusting derogatory comments towards me.
I hated working there because of this guy.
I reported him to the manager multiple times, but nothing was ever done. I even showed him the CCTV, but again, nothing would happen.
One day, the man came in saying extremely inappropriate things to me.
I just snapped. I shoved him away from me, telling him to get out of the store, and that if he didn’t stop, I would report him to the police.
The guy laughed at me and said there was nothing I could do, until I pointed at the cameras. This enraged the guy, and he told me how he knew I lived in the area, so if he finds me, I would end up in a hospital because of the things he would do.
He left, but I was absolutely terrified. I knew this guy was ex-military, and he could easily overpower me.
After this, he came into the store displaying what looked like weapons and followed me when I visited local stores.
On a shift swap, I nervously came into my work as the manager was cashing his register. He saw me and asked what was wrong, and I told him what was happening. I said how I need to report this guy to the police but needed evidence, so I mentioned the CCTV.
My manager responded, “I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid you can’t do that. If you do, then they will do a background check on you, and I will have to tell them everything I know about you.” This terrified me even more.
The manager was a friend of mine and was the reason I got that job to begin with. He knew that I had home problems, so he was basically telling me that he would tell the police about it and rip my family apart.
He added, “See, I value you as a friend, but after seeing your true colors when you refused to go out with me, kind of tells me to be honest to the police. Do you really want to involve them?”
It became evident that the reason he never handled my complaints before is that I rejected him. He asked me out a few times, which I rejected but didn’t think much of it.
Sadly, this got to me, and I never reported what happened.
As scared as I was, I didn’t want my family to be destroyed and wasn’t going to go out with him just to get the evidence I needed. Instead, I started to plot my revenge against the manager.
The area manager and my manager were good friends. He let him off with everything during inspections, but rumor had it that the area manager was moving to a different location, meaning that a new one would come in and do an inspection.
Knowing this, I patiently waited to see if this was true.
One day, I went in and saw a man I had never seen before. It was the new area manager, and he was in doing an inspection while the manager wasn’t there. Turned out, he met the manager before and did not like him one bit, so he was trying to find something to fire him.
He told me that he wanted to monitor the things I would do day to day in the shop, and so I did, badly.
I made sure to mess up every chance I got: not scanning items, not checking everyone’s IDs, stocking things wrong, etc. The area manager was horrified and asked me if I was ever trained. I told him the truth: I wasn’t, but he brought up my file saying I signed to say I did receive training.
Luckily, my dad always encouraged me to keep a log of everything I do at work, so I gave him the week I started and the day I signed it, telling him that he just got me to sign it, and he could check the cameras, which of course he did.
As a result, he sat me down and asked me what other things my manager did that he wasn’t aware of.
I told him everything, that he makes me and my coworker take over his shifts to leave early, how he never fulfilled requests for holidays and took them away last minute, and more, including how he never processed official complaints and would “persuade” us not to report incidents. He asked what kind of incidents, and I told him about the customer and how he blackmailed me not to report it to the police, saying how the only way he was going to help me was if I went out with him.
The area manager was disgusted and asked if I had all the relevant dates to prove what I was saying. I handed him my logbook and said that I felt awful telling him all this as I didn’t want anyone to get into trouble (that was a lie; of course I wanted results). The area manager reassured me that nothing was going to happen to me as this was all on the manager.
I didn’t hear much of it until, eventually, my manager never came into work and a new guy was there.
I asked where the manager was and was told he got fired. Turned out he had a hearing that he thought was just about how he managed the store when it was actually a lot more serious than that. He wasn’t just pulled up on what happened with me, but it was revealed he was falsifying paperwork and falsifying his hours.
He was stealing money from the store. So, he was subsequently fired for falsifying documents, mistreating staff, abusing his power, and stealing.
The latter, he was getting taken to court for. The area manager used everything I said against him.
I quit a little after this but have a great relationship with the new manager, he is a kind, professional man. I also moved and never saw the customer again.
I checked social media, and my old manager had blocked me on everything. I haven’t heard from him personally since but heard that he claims I am lying and that I was a spiteful witch… At least he wasn’t entirely wrong; I was a spiteful witch.”
9. Landlord Tries To Sue Us For Hurricane Damages, We Get The House Gutted
“I lived briefly in Florida about a decade ago, which is where I met my partner.
It wasn’t long after we met that we moved in together due to my not-so-great living situation renting a room from a friend, who was so addicted to substances she could barely function, and her enabler husband.
We found a nice little 2 bedroom house that was owned by an elderly couple that lived just a few blocks away. Everything was ok, we did find roaches after we moved in which was quite shocking as I am extremely clean and had never had roaches before. When we told the landlords they told us they were not roaches, but palmetto bugs (FYI they are the same thing) and refused to have an exterminator come in.
Bad sign #1.
Then a hurricane blew in. This was Florida after all. It was only a cat 1 or cat 2, I don’t really remember, but there was substantial damage to the roof and a lot of water had gotten in. Being northerners we had no real idea how to prepare properly and the landlords just told us to lower the hurricane shutters, so that is all we did.
It wasn’t long after we had mold growing on our walls, esp in the laundry room. Reported it to the landlords and they told us to just wash it down with bleach water.
So we did and it came right back so it was a constant cleaning process. When we complained, we were told that was what life in Florida was like. They also came and took a look at the roof from the yard and told us, ‘You two are strapping young men, you can go up there and fix it, just let us know when you’re done.’ yeah…no.
Then another hurricane blew through, again only a cat 1 or 2. But this time we had windows broken during the storm and since our roof was still not repaired or even tarped from the last storm our carpets and furniture were soaked.
Here comes the black mold again, but this time not only on our walls but on our carpets and furniture too. I spent the days outside with our dog and we were sleeping in my partner’s office.
Our landlords again told us to just clean it up with bleach water and that the damage was our fault since we didn’t prepare well and hadn’t fixed the roof ourselves.
So we called the city and had an inspector come by. He walked in and balked at what he found. Black mold all over the carpets and walls, the roach population had a little boom and he could tell while looking at the roof that it was in need of repair prior to the storm.
And it still hadn’t been tarped.
The best part is, when I was standing at our open door with the inspector just inside, the old man came walking up talking about how we better have repaired the roof and how they were gonna charge us for all repairs and carpet replacements and mold removal, yadda yadda yadda.
Cue the city worker who came around the corner and asked him if he was the owner.
He said yes and the inspector told him he was condemning the house because it was not habitable and that it was not our responsibility as tenants to make or pay for the repairs. He also recommended that we should be released from the lease. Never seen an old man wobble away so fast.
Later that night his wife called raising high holy about how she was suing us for damages, how we were not getting any funds back, blah blah blah.
She also said she had removed the condemned/danger signage that was placed on the door because ‘it was embarrassing, people knew it was their property.’ But she made a mistake, she wrote us strongly worded letters about how we were taking advantage of the elderly, how all the damages were our fault since we didn’t do any repairs, how she would not release us from the lease, and how many lawsuits she was going to hit us with.
After contacting the inspector who saw our house, who took another trip to the house to replace the signage, we turned all of this in. He laughed and sighed and said he knew exactly how to handle it since he saw this all the time after hurricanes and if they actually sued, he would testify in our favor since what they were doing was highly illegal. He then told us he was going to pay them a little visit and make sure the letters got into the hands of the right people as well as how he had to replace the signs, another thing she admitted in the letters.
About a week later, we got a really pleasant call from the landlady saying we were such wonderful tenants and how she was refunding our security deposit and how she was graciously going to let us out of the lease and not pursue any charges or the rent for the last few months (which we had refused to pay since we could not live there) and if we needed help finding a new place to let her know and she would refer us to some of her friends who owned property too…lol nope.
We did learn, cause we were watching the situation, that the house had to be gutted and completely remodeled. We actually parked up the road with some take-out and watched a crew haul out sheetrock and carpet. They could have saved themselves thousands if they had just called a roofer and someone to clean up the mold instead of making us call the city and have the house condemned and then do whatever they did to make them change their minds on everything else.
Still, I wish I could have been there when they were confronted by inspectors the second time, the first was glorious.”
Another User Comments:
“I would bet that the inspector reminded the landlords that you could sue them, get your lease broken by the court and get triple damage and security deposit. Triple damage is awardable when the violation is willful. A judge may or may not have awarded triple damage, but the threat could have scared them into compliance.” musingsofapathy
8. Bully My Sister Relentlessly? We'll Ruin Your Momma's Life
“I used to live in a set of 2 room apartments (important) that covered roughly a block and all faced forwards (also important).
This ungrateful woman (UB) had moved there from a much worse country. When she got there, she had nothing, and I mean nothing; her kids would sleep on the floor, and they had no fridge, food, nothing. All I could name is possibly SOME kitchenware items and blankets to sleep on the floor with, so between some of our neighbors, we were able to help her with basic things, food, leftovers, blankets, and even a neighbor lent them clothes.
And soon enough, I’m not sure what got into her, but she became a whole witch: not returning lent items such as our Blu-ray player along with the movies because she “didn’t have it.” Oh well. Now about her kids. Oh. My. God. These little brats were spawns, disrespectful, entitled, and just not good company at all, so most neighbors cut contact when them. After a while, her younger sister 24ish (UBS) moved in and brought her identically horrible kids, except she had FOUR.
Well, cue the constant bickering, arguments, and almost physical fights that started to occur when the older sister moved out. And she felt like she had all the power, when in reality, she was in the same situation her older sister was in, except nobody even came in contact with her.
Within the first month of the roughly 3-year span we had with her, we already had huge issues: music at 5 am, 5 IN THE FREAKING MORNING, close fights, arguments, her destroying our property (rock path we had), and not too long ago, BOTH of our cars front and rear mirrors were shattered. And worst of all, one of her spawns bullied my little sister in school to the point where she almost threw her off a playground.
I was over it; I had to do something.
For the longest time, I was just plotting, and on multiple occasions when her kids, all under 11 at the time, mind you. would flip me off, curse at me, or insult me. I would return it, very casually. Flip me off? Smile and cover your mouth and pretend to be in distress. A screw you? Screw you too, with a kind smile, or a casual screw-off.
Keep in mind, these kids would insult their own mother like this constantly and get into verbal and physical fights all the time, but she had the audacity to come outside and tell me, “You’re too freaking old to be arguing with children,” and I would simply say something along the lines of, “And they are too young to be talking like that to anybody,” and I would simply tell her to screw off and get out of my ear while my mom just laughed. Now, she always had old men over who would pay her rent, bills, or any expenses.
She was the kind of person to talk down on somebody for their car (we have an early 2000s car) and talk bad about their living space, while she had no way of transport, lived in a hole in the wall, and just lacked self-awareness like an insufferable jerk would, and NOBODY liked her; even her father had enough of her antics (he lived in the same complex and got along with my mother quite well, oddly enough).
So for a while, I just recorded, documented, and just kept a record of things like this. Then months later, I come to find out she got into a “serious relationship.” The guy she was seeing had a white BRZ (important). But oddly enough, the regular visits from an old red truck and yellow Camaro wouldn’t stop, sometimes being parked outside for hours at a time, so I took videos and pictures of the dude and old man (EW) leaving her apartment, walking out the car and into her house and stuff.
So now you can kind of see where I’m going with this, but this wasn’t enough; I wanted to see her suffer what my family did, and what better way than to record all the abusive behavior she displayed with her children?
So, I recorded/voice recorded anything I possibly could, and then one day, I gathered enough evidence and called CPS on concerns that I felt like something wasn’t right and that I felt like the kids were in danger, and within a few days, the word got around quickly that CPS took her children and put them in the custody of the father and mother as she clearly was not suited as a mother.
Apparently, her kids would get into physical fights with her and each other.
Now part two of a nice ending. I was walking with my parrot on my leash on a cloudy day when I saw that one of the guys (I knew who he was by the white BRZ parked out front) was knocking on her door, and she never answered. Well, she wasn’t home, and I knew that (perfect), so I decided to talk with this guy, and he was relatively young (early 20s), so it was easy to chat him up, and I was able to get his number as he was interested in buying one of my budgies’ eggs once they hatched (weird, but I had a way to contact him).
So, one day, I just drop him the bomb, and he was understandably upset but thanked me regardless. And that same night, I hear some unpleasant arguing through thin walls.
I thought I’d post this here, as a few days ago, we went to visit a friend living there, and we were pleasantly surprised that she is no longer living there. I may have gone a bit far, but I am a teen that had plenty of time, and she was a true work of art.”
7. Your Prank Against Me Might Be A Joke, But I Really Got Your Camper Towed
“My woman’s best friend Karen is a harpy from the underworld.
She makes everyone, even my wife sometimes, miserable. She also thinks she is smarter than everyone and just stuck up enough to believe no one would dare cross her.
So, a friend of ours, who I’ll call Bill, bought a piece of property next door to us. He had a bad car accident in November and lives an hour away. He made me a legal agent of the property, which means I have almost as much power as he does (think property manager).
It has a small house on it that is unoccupied, but I keep an eye on things.
He bought the property only because next to the house is a big asphalt parking lot. It used to be a lot for a small used car company. His reasoning was that during the bad winter months, he could park equipment and trucks from his other companies there. So, he also had me put up huge, “No parking. Violators will be towed at owner’s expense” signs all around it.
Moving on. So, Sunday, I’m elbow-deep into an RC submersible when my wife bursts into my study and yells for me to listen to something. I take the phone, and who is doing a live video? Karen. Karen was talking about how she was going away for a few days (this was Sunday morning) because she was so stressed out from always giving people advice and helping them through their problems, etc., and then she mentioned, again, what my wife told me.
She talked about how she parked her 46 foot, 5th wheel, $35,000 camper next door to me, and seeing Bill was unreachable this week, I would have to look at it for the next three days as a reminder that she is not only smarter but 10 moves ahead of me, and I’m a jerk because I wouldn’t loan her a truck, and it cost her money to rent one.
Turns out, she told her husband, who is gone during the week for work, that she had Bill’s permission to put it there, so early Sunday morning, he towed it over there.
I was livid. She has a tendency to lie, so I went outside, and there it was. Parked right there in the middle of the lot was her camper. I actually smiled because I had a perfect plan.
As being a manager of the property, I also had a right to have any vehicle towed off there, including that one.
I had 2 options: call Garage A, which was owned by a nice guy who doesn’t charge the state maximum for the tow and storage fees. Explain what happened, and he might cut you a break. Then there is Garage B. He doesn’t care if he only has to tow your car 15 feet; he is charging you the max and always charges the maximum storage fees.
So, you’re sure right I went with Garage B. I called the guy, gave him my name, told him I manage the property and to bring a 5th wheel. He had it gone in less than a half-hour.
This is the best part yet, my friends. I didn’t tell her it was towed until yesterday morning. Yes, I waited from Sunday afternoon until Tuesday morning.
Yesterday morning, she is on social media live streaming from her car talking about how she was going to go visit her camper for another laugh. Then I got on live. My wife sent her a message to get on my live stream. When she was viewing, I said this…
“Hey, Karen. Hope you had a wonderful time. I have to tell you something. I had your camper towed. With me being the property manager, and Bill being unavailable, I had to have it towed. We can’t let people think they can just park on there illegally.
XYZ tow has the camper. I was going to call you Sunday, but you seemed sooooooo stressed out that I thought you deserved the break. I mean the camper is safe. That’s all that matters, right?”
Well, social media lit up like a Christmas tree. As I had hoped, those watching her stream followed because, well, they were curious too, and then the messages started. A few condemned me, but most were supportive.
Some thought it was about time someone showed her that she wasn’t all too powerful, and no one was scared of her. Then it went quiet.
Now a normal person might be angry, but understandable, but she went the wounded Karen route.
That afternoon, she got back on again. She was crying, fake crying, about how it was going to cost her over $2,000 in fees because her husband wouldn’t be back until Friday to tow it back and asked if someone could please do it for her (a bonus I was hoping would happen) and that if she started a GoFundMe page, if people would donate to help her pay the fees.
The answers to that were between “no” and “heck no.” But, hey, she didn’t threaten to sue me at least, right?
Side note: Bill is unavailable this week, except to certain people, which I am part of.
I called him and told him the whole story his answer was exactly, “Good. You want to play games? Then be prepared to lose.”
The camper is still there.
No one volunteered to get it. A few said they would for gas funds, but she tried to play it off as it would be helping her and that she owed so much in fees and that she would owe them a favor, a favor no one could collect on because she has nothing to bargain with.”
6. Force Me To Complete A Bonus Assignment? I'll Follow It To The Letter
“For a bit of backstory, my calculus BC teacher in high school hated me and did her best to make my life difficult. One example of this: My school district swapped over to required uniforms that year (my last year, in fact).
On Fridays, we were allowed to wear ‘jeans and a t-shirt.’ I wore camo cargo pants.
She sent me to the office because apparently ‘jeans’ means ‘blue jeans only.’ The lady at the office sent me back to the class with a note telling her to lay off. So she went to the principal about it, who decided to side with her. After this, I decided if she wanted to make things hard for me, I was going to return the favor.
Late into the year, another teacher in a history class came up with a bonus assignment where you either modify an existing song to make it about history or write your own song about history, then perform it in front of the class.
Apparently, she liked this idea and decided to have us do a similar assignment about math. She told us it was a bonus assignment that we were required to do.
I asked why, if it was a bonus assignment. Her answer was because she told us to.
So I picked ‘Around the World’ by Daft Punk. For reference, that song consists of the words ‘around the world’ repeated 144 times (I counted). I changed ‘Around the World’ to ‘Derive the Root’ because we were talking derivatives at the time.
When the time came for us to perform the songs in front of the class, the person who went before me performed his own original song, including music from his guitar.
Everybody loved it. When I went up, I stood there and monotonously said the words “derive the root” until she told me to stop.
At first, she thought I was joking and she asked me to pull out my real song. I told her this very much was my real song. The small smile of disbelief faded and was immediately replaced by rage. ‘So you just replaced two words in this song?’
‘I replaced more than half of the words in the song, yes.’
‘And you expect to get the same grade as so-and-so after he put so much work into his?!’
‘Yes ma’am, I do. I followed the assignment to the letter. Are you ready for me to keep singing?’
I got a 100. Her hatred of me only grew. It was fun.”
5. Lie To Me? I'll Expose The Other Woman
“My ex and I had been together for about 1 year in a long-distance relationship (he lived 3 hours away).
I find out from his sister that he was talking to other women when we were still together and confrontations with him led nowhere with him saying that I am the only one on his mind and that he would never do that to me (the usual spiel).
Plus, he says that his sister does not know what she is talking about. I take his side (because I loved him).
Three weeks ago, I find out from a mutual friend that he has been seeing and sleeping with this girl in his town. I confront him about it and he flips everything around on me, saying that it’s so hard for him to ‘be good’ while I am living so far away; that I neglect him (which I don’t, I am the one that drives to see him every other weekend when I have the funds, we call, text, and Skype each other daily), that I don’t want him to live with me (which is true because I don’t want to take care of a grown man and pay his bills).
He says he loves me and wants to make it work and drops all contact the next day.
I was heartbroken, I talked to my friends and they said the girl he is hooking up with has been around and that they got in a relationship the day after the ex and I had the talk– probably even before then.
Two weeks ago, while still hurting, heartbroken, I reactivated my social media and meticulously combed through my ex and his new ‘love’s’ profiles.
I know I should not have done this but whatever.
I did not dwell on their flirty messages but instead, focused on her profile.
I read through months of disgusting selfies of her in a dirty dark bathroom with barely their clothes. Then I did it. I made a fake social media profile of a fine-looking man from Google that ‘used to go to her school.’ I befriended all of her friends, made fake posts, and befriended her.
All of this took less than a day.
You would be surprised at how many people would befriend you on social media just from your looks regardless of if they know you or not.
I had about 140 ‘friends’ in just 2 hours and at that point, people were requesting to be my friend every few minutes.
I dunno who is more pathetic, me or these weirdos (just me probably).
I started to chat her up the next day, she was very ‘open’ with herself, even sending me new pictures of herself in little clothing to a complete stranger without any in return.
Being a woman myself, it was easy to tell her what she wanted to hear. 2-3 days later, she was complaining about my ex to me already. I told her I wanted to meet up and will pick her up and ‘show her what it’s like to be with a real man.’ At this point, I had hours of conversations saved, her saying the dirtiest stuff I’ve ever read – pictures, videos, what have you.
It was time.
While all this was going on, my ex started to contact me, saying it was a mistake.
I asked him if they had broken up, he says yes (twice) even though they were obviously not. This should have broken my heart but it didn’t. I knew the truth but told him that yes I love him and that I want him to move in with me.
He sounded happy, excited – whatever and said that he was going to give his 2 weeks to his boss that day. He texted me later and told me that he just left them with no notice instead because ‘screw ’em.’ He was going to start packing and will head out with everything later in the week.
The Revenge: I posted all of the conversations up on fake social media, tagged her in it, posted the pictures and videos for my ex’s eyes only, and sat back and enjoyed the show before I deactivated the fake account.
I had 53 likes and 82 messages. Her family, friends all saw it. My ex saw it and almost immediately texted me to say how he misses me, he can’t wait to be with me and doesn’t mention anything about the girl.
Friday rolls around and he tells me he is on his way to my apartment. He does not know where I live because I recently moved.
I tell him to meet me at a CVS close by so I direct him where to go. He tells me he is almost out of gas and that I will have to help him put some in it. I agree and tell him that I will once he gets there. I get a text telling me he’s at the CVS and asks where I am.
I ignore it. 30 minutes later, he blows up my phone. Calls ignored. I made it a point to let it ring once so that he knows I sent it to voicemail. 1 hour later – he calls and leaves me a voicemail, saying he is worried and if I am ok. I am SO GOOD. 2 hours later, he says that he is stranded, drove to another CVS thinking I was there but now he has no gas and is stranded at a gas station with his things in the car.
Calls ignored. I take an Ambien and go to bed.
Saturday morning. I have 37 text messages, 28 missed calls, and 7 voicemails from him, and that he had to call his mom to come to pick him up. Since then, I blocked his number and then had to change my number since he would then start calling me from his family’s phone and blocked calls.
I get a msg on social media from his sister.
She tells me he came home crying like a baby and since his mom knows pretty much what happened between us, she was not very sympathetic – but still pretty upset with me. His sister thought I was a baddie and deserved better than her lying, loser of a brother.
I know I acted on impulse on all of this, probably destroyed this girl’s life.
I will probably reactivate the fake profile to say sorry or whatever but maybe not. She did knowingly sleep with a man that had a partner – seduced him even! I know this sounds crazy but the feelings I had for my ex are still there.
He will never forgive me since he is now unemployed and the whole town knows his business.
Part of me regrets everything and that I want him back with me.
Another part of me is glad I destroyed any type of reconciliation as it was not going to work out in the end. Feels good to let this out.”
Another User Comments:
“What you did may have been immature, but screw him. I’ve been betrayed before, and I have no sympathy for that. I think after you’ve been emotionally wounded like that, you’re entitled to a little revenge insanity.” Angerwing
4. I'll Tell Her About Your Other Woman
“So a few years ago, I worked at a Fortune 100 company.
I was there on a contract. Everything was great. Really liked the team, boss (Paul) was great. He and I could talk about anything honestly as two guys. He’s been to my house. I’ve been to his.
His partner is funny and a stay-at-home mom. If it wasn’t for the boss/contractor thing, we could be bros outside of work. At some point, there is a new woman contractor (Mary) that starts on the team. She sits in the cube next to me.
She’s married, pretty hot, a little bit flirty, just generally great to talk to. She and I hit it off right away.
We become pretty close. We become friends, texting each other at night about work and family and just general stuff. Every now and then she throws some random comments out there about me coming over to her place. Which, from a self-esteem point of view, was just a big plus in my book. Never took her up on it, but could have.
We have our normal disagreements about how to run stuff, complete tasks, etc. and while those got heated, it was just two strong-willed people having different opinions.
No big deal. She becomes a family friend. Our kids play together, families go to events together, etc.
Fast forward to about 4 months later, I am chatting with my boss late at night (project cutover), he mentions that he is jealous of how Mary and I can ‘fight and clear the air and just move on.’
I thank him for the compliment and didn’t think anything of it.
Well, within a couple of weeks boss-man and Mary are doing lunch together constantly. I ask him if I should ‘move out of the way’ as it is obvious that he likes her. (Remember, I am there on a contract, so my boss can fire me without a reason – that’s why I treated him with deference).
He says no.
Life goes on for another couple of weeks this way.
Then he puts her on his pet project.
All of her time is now allocated to his stuff. He doesn’t have time for the rest of the team as ‘all of his attention is focused on his project.’ I am sure you can see where this is heading. It was quite obvious to the entire group that they were sleeping together. The entire group was up in arms about this because this ‘new’ girl is getting all of the boss’s attention, getting perks, etc. The same old story that you have heard about before.
Needless to say, I too am upset. I am losing Mary, my BFF. I figured we were friends enough to keep being friends even through her new relationship. Obviously not.
What bugged me about the entire thing is that I told my boss (who was also a friend) that his relationship with her was ruining my work relationship and my personal relationship with Mary. He denied to my face that they were sleeping together, which was such nonsense because I overheard him talking to her on the phone saying how he wanted to come over to her place for one of their ‘status meetings’ and make out with her (Side note: There were also a couple of photos of them that were taken by people on the team – there was one where the team was out to a concert where everyone was drinking.
People finally noticed that they disappeared. One of the women in the group took a pic of them kissing in his car). Of course, I didn’t tell them about these pictures during our talk. Screw him and her.
Less than a month later, we do a shuffling of cube locations, ‘to better align the people who work on projects together.’ I am moved to a ‘deserted island’ – no one around me.
Handwriting is on the wall. One month after that I am cc’d on an email to my contracting firm informing them that my last day will be 2 weeks from that email.
So through this whole thing, my ‘friend’ just quit hanging out (and I get why) and stopped caring. Mary pretty much just dumped me as a friend. I didn’t like it. I tried to ask her why to see if she would say anything at all– no dice.
Her allegiance was to Paul now.
I told her that I was upset. She told me she didn’t care and didn’t have time for me.
If you want to be unfaithful go for it.
The whole relationship part didn’t bother me (too much). I will admit to some envy there, but I am not going to sacrifice everything I have for some jerk.
Just not worth it to me. What bothered me was the lack of respect that they both showed me. I was pretty honest with both of them about what the team was saying, how everyone was feeling, etc.
What they did was take my honesty and use it so that they could cover up their relationship better. For example, when I said people were noticing that she would leave and then Paul would get his coat on and leave within 5 min, he started leaving his coat in the office and leaving about 15 min after her.
When I said that people noticed he was giving gifts to her and not to the group then all of a sudden the group started getting stuff too.
Stuff like that.
What was funny (in a messed up way) is that about 4 months after I was gone, she started being friendly again, random, ‘How are you?’, ‘My day sucked’ texts. Anyway, I moved on work-wise.
Still texted her every few days after she started texting me. Again, nothing major. Just pleasantries. But that anger was still inside me because of how vulnerable I made myself to her and how I felt I was used.
So I resolved to get even.
I waited a full year (and heard that she had accepted a full-time position with my former boss). I then sent an anonymous email to his partner letting her know about the relationship and giving her details and the proof (the pictures) too.
Mary, of course, called me, so did my former boss. He was livid! I told both of them that I did not do anything (‘How could I, I have been gone for more than a year. I don’t know anything about your life anymore!’)
I heard that both of them got tossed out of their homes and are getting divorced.
They deserve each other.
Moral of the story, if you are going to be unfaithful be discreet and keep your friends close. Or have the nerve to say, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore,’ and not be a passive-aggressive jerk. Because if not, they may become your enemy and might be even more passive-aggressive and look for revenge. Did it make me feel better that I did it?
Yes.”
3. Getting Payback On A Horrible Neighbor
“This happened a few years ago when I was in high school.
My school had an after-class sports training which was open for whatever student wanted to come, except the training was 3 hours after all classes ended and since we weren’t allowed to stay, we had to go home and come back before the training started. As a result, the students that attended had to wait outside when they arrive until the school gate opened so we would usually sit on the sidewalk and talk while we waited.
That is when the problem started.
A very petty woman lived across the street from the school, let’s call her Mary.
Mary did not like us sitting on the sidewalk, so she would shout at us and insult us even though we weren’t doing anything. We mostly didn’t care and just ignored her.
On a very hot day, the sun made the concrete in front of the school too hot to sit on, so we all sat on the other side of the street, right in front of Mary’s house.
Not even two minutes later Mary was screaming at us to get off of her sidewalk. When we refused she went back inside her house.
The next thing I felt was my back getting wet followed by my friends screaming. Mary had poured cold water on us from her window.
We were VERY angry because not only were we not able to train while soaking wet, my friend’s phone that was in her hand got destroyed because of the water.
We screamed every curse word existent at her until our coach arrived and told us to stop. We explained to him what happened and he said that he would talk to the principal about it. We knew that probably nothing would happen to her so we decide to take it into our own hands.
We thought a lot about how to get revenge but since doing something illegal would get us expelled and possibly arrested we had to be smart about this.
My friend noticed that Mary’s sidewalk was very narrow and since a year back we did a lot of research about wheelchair accessibility, we knew that it was against the law.
That is when the revenge comes in.
Before starting we measured Mary’s sidewalk and it was about 90cm, the minimum by law was 150cm. Perfect.
With that knowledge, my friend and I went to the department of infrastructure in town and reported Mary’s house.
Just to be sure we asked what exactly would happen if she was breaking the law.
The penalty was $500 per square meter not in compliance per month counting the day she was notified. The penalty would double after 12 months.
Since the government doesn’t lose an opportunity to make money we knew that all we had to do now was wait.
Just for fun we also measured the length of the house and it was about 500cm, we did the math and it would cost her about $1,500 every single month until she took the entire front of her house down and rebuilt it further back, which would also be very expensive.
Lo and behold, 3 months later there were workers destroying the front of the house.
The best part is that she has no idea of who it was.”
2. Expel Me Over My Disability? You Messed Up Big Time
“So I have a really bad leg (I’ve had 13 surgeries, long story) and had just started at a new school.
After the first 3 weeks, I had to go in for another procedure on my leg. Not that big a deal to me; I’ve been here before. Upon my return, I had documentation of my restrictions, as well as special amenities that were required. The big three were that I needed extra time to get from class to class, must have someone to escort me, and needed unrestricted access to the elevator.
All of these got me recurring problems such as constant harassment by teachers and security about my being in the halls during class time and why my cousin was out too (he was filling the role as my escort as I have anxiety problems, and we had the same classes). These first two were annoying but easy enough to deal with.
The real issue was the elevator, as I was told multiple times that for security issues I couldn’t have a personal key due to it sharing the same functionality with the interior door keys.
I would never have had any issues with this, as I was told there would always be someone on the same floor as my classes to open the elevator for me. This, of course, was untrue about 75% of the time. The lack of elevator access meant that I was always stuck in the halls when other students were going class to class, and was consistently late due to having to wait for someone to come by and open the door for the elevator.
This also meant that I would sometimes be stuck waiting through the entire lunch period, and due to my absences, I couldn’t afford to simply go to lunch after the fact. After about 3 weeks of this, I was tired of not getting to eat lunch. So I did one of the stupidest things I could have attempted and tried to use the stairs.
For context, I was not on crutches; I was on a full-blown walker.
About halfway down to the landing, I fell. Hard. As lunch was letting out, one of my friends found me, got someone to help pick me up, and carried me to the office. Another of my friends went to find my other cousin (the one who normally escorted me wasn’t there due to being sick, so I was without an escort because I couldn’t bear the thought of, gasp, a stranger escorting me), who when getting to the office managed to get me to calm down enough to give them my mother’s number.
Now, my mother is quite hot-tempered but can keep a level head normally. When she heard I fell, she was there in record time. When she got there, she immediately asked what happened. I told her I didn’t want to miss lunch again, so I tried to use the stairs. Big mistake, as that set off an explosive. She immediately turned around and DEMANDED the Principal and VP to get their butts in here ASAP.
As soon as the principal and VP walked in, she started berating them in a fashion not suitable for most adults to hear, let alone kids. When the VP made an off-hand remark about my condition, my mother was swarmed by local sheriffs that provided security for the school’s entrances and office as she physically went after the VP. We were escorted out, and after looking at the file and realizing my cousin and I had the same address, they figured out that I didn’t actually live there.
Now, my grandmother’s address was listed as she looked after me after I left school up until around 8 pm. She also was raising my cousin after an issue between her and my aunt. They used this as grounds to expel me and told her, “I can be some other school’s problem now.” I was then enrolled at the school near my house and had to have yet another surgery to repair the damage that was done as a result of my fall and redo the work of the previous procedure.
I had gotten multiple statements from teachers as well as my doctors, and my parents were moving forward with a lawsuit naming the VP, Principal, and the county school board. We were contacted by a lawyer who had won multiple cases against our school board, some of which went to the State Supreme Court, and he told us he would take our case Pro-bono. He was getting tired of going against the board and thought a case like this would be what it took to try and fix their nonsense.
Fast forward 9 months, and I was walking out of court with a settlement to cover all my procedures, as well as a written confirmation that the school would be going through a complete administrative overhaul, and that the Principal and VP would be let go, and have their administrative credentials revoked in our state. My new school was let known day one about my medical requirements and my need for a personal elevator key by the Superintendent and the head of the State Board of education.”
Another User Comments:
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that.
I was hit by a driver in 6th grade, and my left leg was smashed all to bits. I had a lot of surgeries, etc., and leg braces and crutches.
The first week back at school after months of being out, and the school being made fully aware of all my injuries and restrictions, the gym teacher thought it would be smart to lift me up by the knees to “do a pullup.” Jerk pulled out all my stitches in the knee.
My father had about the same reaction as your mother when he got to the school. I’m convinced the only reason he wasn’t arrested was because he was in his military uniform, and the police cut him some slack.
Hope you’re doing better with your leg now! Good for you and your mother and the lawyer for not letting them get away with their negligence!” BlueDaisyCat
1. Mess With My Car In More Than One Way? We Can Do The Same
“When I was in high school, my first car was a cheap little Geo that I’d bought with funds I’d saved working my butt off at the neighborhood pizza joint.
Obviously, it was nothing special, but it was mine and I was proud of it.
I lived in a very affluent suburb in the Midwest at the time though, and a majority of my peers drove much nicer cars — either daddy’s BMW or a BMW daddy bought for them.
I was a junior at the time, and there were a handful of bullies (seniors) who decided that because I drove a dated, inexpensive car, I deserved to be subjected to constant ridicule and harassment.
I was constantly being called ‘poor’ and laughed at for driving ‘such a cheap piece of trash.’ In reality, my family was actually decently well off. My parents could’ve bought me a brand new Mercedes if they’d wanted, but they came from nothing and wanted me to earn my first car.
Let’s call the leader of this bullying group Tad. Tad was utterly obnoxious to almost everyone around him, but usually got away with it because he was A) attractive, B) a straight-A student, and C) a talented player on every sports team our high school offered.
The whole conflict started one day after school. I was in my little Geo, in the line of cars waiting to leave the parking lot.
Tad was in front of me, in his Audi A4.
When we were nearing the parking lot exit, Tad stopped to lean out the window and chat with some of his friends. I had to work at the pizzeria that day and was in a hurry, so being impatient, I sped around him. Tad must’ve interpreted my passing him as some sort of hostile affront to his ego, and sped up behind me.
After finally turning onto the main road, he stayed right on my bumper and followed me to work. When I got out of my car, he leaned out the window and called me some names. I ignored him and went into work.
When I got out of work 4 hours later, I found both of my mirrors broken. I didn’t have proof, but I knew it was Tad.
Luckily, my parents felt bad for me and paid for me to have them fixed that week.
Next week, however, came the straw that broke the camel’s back.
It was a Friday and I’d stayed late after school working on a history paper in the school library. I happened to get out right after the lacrosse team had finished up practice. When I came out to the parking lot, I saw Tad standing next to my car.
What was he doing? Taking a leak on the driver’s side door. Filled with rage, I ran after him but he managed to get to his car and peel out of the parking lot.
At home, feeling defeated as I washed his pee off my car, I decided revenge was in order. I didn’t know how, yet, but I knew an opportunity would come.
And it did.
Two weeks later, word had spread around the school that this senior named Doug was having a big party the coming weekend. Doug was incredibly popular, and I knew Tad would be there. I also happened to know Tad would be driving his Audi there.
And I knew where Doug lived, and that most of the people, Tad included, would be staying the night.
I enrolled the help of my two closest friends, Ben, and Josh who both hated Tad just as much as I did, though for different reasons, and they were more than eager to lend their ‘help’ when I told them my scheme.
The night of the party, we waited until 4 AM when we knew the party would be dead and everyone would be sleeping. We showed up wearing all dark clothes and plastic gloves.
We found Tad’s car, and much to our amazement (and glee), he’d left it unlocked.
We opened the doors and quietly went to work, trying to keep from laughing too loudly.
First, I peed into the air vents. I got out, and Josh peed all over the leather driver’s seat. Then, it was Ben’s turn. Now, let me tell you, Ben is a disgusting human being.
He’s a loud, funny guy, all smiles and laughter, but he’s also just gross. Constantly belching and farting. And it always smells so, so rancid when he does. He’s the type of dude who takes pride in that.
Ben pulls down his pants, and whispers, ‘I wonder if he’ll be able to tell I had Chinese food,’ squats next to the car, and proceeds to take a poop into his gloved hand.
The smell is immediately overwhelming and horrifyingly gruesome. It’s so potent you can taste it. Josh and I gag right away, frantically pulling our shirts over our noses and retreating from Ben’s vicinity. Josh can’t take it, runs over to a tree, and pukes his guts out. Ben laughs and says, ‘Oh my god that is SICK, sorry!’ While we’re watching from a distance in both horror and amusement, Ben takes his warm gift and just starts smearing it everywhere.
All over the door handles, the steering wheel, the air vents, the radio knobs… He eventually starts gagging and coughing and retreats himself, but not before wiping himself with the lacrosse jersey Tad had left in the back seat.
We couldn’t stop laughing on the walk back to Josh’s house.
The following Monday there were a lot of whispers going around the school.
Here’s what I eventually learned happened:
The morning after the party, Tad discovered the nightmare in his Audi, in front of everyone else who was leaving.
He went into a rage, but apparently, almost everyone thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.
When Tad’s parents discovered what happened to the car they’d purchased for their son, they also discovered Tad had been to a party and had been drinking.
I guess his parents were not cool with it – they took away his car for the rest of the year and Tad was told he had to ride the bus for the remainder of the year.
His parents eventually gave him the car back several months later, but no one wanted to ride in “The Poop Mobile” because of what happened, and because he never got the smell completely out.
Tad’s bullying surprisingly died down a bit after that. He didn’t mess with my car again.”
