Grudges you continue to hold

[OneFrenchEgg]

Just drive a different way home, past a car wash and remembered how I refuse to use it on principle 😂
Years ago, I was in a hurry and no one in front - as I drove in, and was being 'washed' by one of the chaps, the one in charge allowed someone to jump the queue as they were 'in a hurry' and 'just wanted a spritz' - nope, they reversed all the way back, had everything, and I sat fuming at the the queue jumpy enablement.
Refuse to go back, I'm sure they are disappointed 😂

Ha there is a pub near my house. I've lived in the area practically all my life.
Decades ago my then BF went in (probably to drink a line cordial cos we were so skint lol).
We were young but not underage and didn't stand out in any bad way. My BF is black and I am white. This shouldn't really be a big deal in a major city in 2006/7 though. I don't know if this is relevant either mind you.
Anyway we are sitting there minding our own difference and the landlord came up to us and shouted at us to stop canoodling , kissing cuddling. We were so confused.
We hadn't kissed once or even held hands/cuddled. We were so embarrassed as he did it in front of everyone too.
We were only about 19-20 and too shy to say anything but since that day I've NEVER gone back even though it's clearly changed hands! Defo will hold that grudge forever.

DP has always refused to buy an Audi because my ex's mother used to drive one.

Harrods. (Must make it clear we never go shopping in Harrods and I've only been to London a handful of times in my life!) Went to London looking for some fake crystal droplet things to put on top of candlesticks for a retro Christmas decoration. Wore clean, comfy jeans and trainers - like I do when doing a Tesco shop. Couldn't find any and found ourselves outside Harrods. Asked an assistant if they sold crystal drop decorations. He gave me a top to toe withering look and said "Yes, madame. But they are very expensive." I couldn't find them, but I wrote my Christian name in the dust on the glass shelves....
Something similar also happened to me in Clifton, Bristol, so I obviously usually look like a penniless tramp....

What sort of farming?

It's not really lighthearted but I hold a grudge against my old employer for being so cavalier about Covid, because money. I had enough standing to "remind" them of the laws, several times. Management pretended to be confused about the guidelines. It was so much needless added stress and drama during a difficult time.

I’m still working my way through these but I just had to say to @AiNoCorrida that your sandwich story immediately reminded me of the famous Jack Nicholson diner scene in Five Easy Pieces. Great film!

WickedSerious, now that's a grudge!

Oh good loads….!
wont step into a local tyre garage because the owner was a dick to my sister when they were neighbours, say cunt and flip the V each time I see our ex builder and any of his vans, won’t go into HSBC because when I worked there I had a dick boss who was a bitch when I got pregnant, won’t eat at a local restaurant because they don’t let people sit on the wall outside, can’t stand anyone with a London accent because all my neighbours (in a tiny little village in Devon!) have fucking loud obnoxious London accents, hate people who let their dogs shit in public, pick render off the wall of the man down the road who parks his stupid fucking ugly van on the yellow lines where there’s the only drop curb for my pram to get up when he’s just built a fuck off massive driveway and cut the trees to do so, god I could go on and on and on! 😂 I really really hold grudges.

And just to add…my grudge is against the bastard Cotswold Company, who totally failed to deliver the item of furniture I’d ordered, despite me staying in literally ALL DAY, then in a series of enraging phone conversations were utterly unable to explain why they hadn't delivered and somehow couldn’t now promise a specific date…..then after much badgering from me finally DID deliver, only for the item to be damaged beyond acceptability because it had been sent with zero packaging other than a single sheet of cardboard ineptly wrapped round it.

I got a refund out of them but I will never, ever buy anything from them and now shout at the TV when their stupid adverts come on.

Oh I can really relate to this, I have in my long working life had quite a few appalling managers but there are two who stand out (in my defence everybody else disliked them too and found them difficult) and on the rare occasions I think about either of them I am ashamed to say I still feel the same hatred and contempt for them. For balance I have also had some amazing managers with great people skills and I really enjoyed working for them. The two who linger in my mind were just sneaky, unkind, inflexible and one of them even lacked the basic knowledge of the area we worked in which was a specialist one.

Mil & Sil - 25 year grudge that I conceal brilliantly (not difficult as they live in another country) as they kept comparing me unfavourably to DH’s former girlfriend during the first few years of our relationship . I still secretly hate them for that.

wanker van driver neighbour - used to always park his collection of vans outside our house and block the sunlight . Also pretty sure he scratched my car when it was about a week old. I mutter obscenities in my mind every time I see him.

SKY. Id been a loyal customer of theirs for years. I had one of their Broadband boxes which I inadvertently packed before moving into into temporary accommodation for a while. I received a redirected letter demanding their box back immediately. I explained that as soon as I moved into my new permanent address I would return it but they refused to wait and threatened court action unless I paid for the box immediately. I contacted them and asked the minimum monthly payment I could make. They now get £1 a month. Assuming I live that long I will have repaid them by 2040.

Apologies to everyone else who's been far more greatly wronged, or who has wrought more impressive revenge, but this might be the best. It's SOOOOOOOO trivial. I LOVE it.

I would NEVER forget or forgive that either

I hold a grudge with Premier Parking LTD. My husband went into a car park, tried to pay for over 20 minutes before giving up and realising that the machine definitely wasn’t working. He called RinGo and they didn’t answer, he tried chip and pin and he tried to tap his card. Nothing.

Anyway, a couple of days later we receive a £100 fine for overstaying 😡 😡 He’d been desperately trying to pay and they ‘reward’ him by robbing him of £100. He never even left the car park and missed his blood donor appointment but they didn’t give a shiny shit. They never even provided him with the service they claimed they provided!!

We now avoid any car park which has an ANPR camera, even if it means having to walk an extra 10 mins to get to our destination.

Currys, bought a microwave from them that did not work, getting them to come and fetch and to refund me was a such a battle, I had to shame them on Twitter in the end, Now, their ads make me want to spit and I shout at the telly whenever they come on . Will never shop with them again, nightmare customer service

There's such a range of different levels of grudge on this thread. I've namechanged as these might, all put together, be quite outing.

On the serious end, my brother-in-law is the most evil man I've ever met, and the world would be a far, far better place if he disappeared from it. Even better if he'd never been born.

On a lighter note:

The teacher who made me sit outside the headmaster's office when I was 5. I hadn't done anything wrong. My friend had told a lie (out of fear of the teacher I think) which got me in trouble. I had to sit there until I admitted it was me who had lied. I refused to do this (I hadn't) and spent the entire afternoon sitting there. Every teacher who walked past would ask why I was there and tut at me. Still seething. This would have been around 1985.

I hate a particular town in the UK because my husband's absolute cunt of an ex, a truly awful person who repeatedly tried to break us up and failed, comes from there. I therefore assume on some level that everyone from there is also a cunt. I dread having to go there sometime for work (not happened yet). It's probably a perfectly OK place.

When the AA 'demutualised' in the late 90s, everyone who was a member was meant to get a payout. I was incredibly poor at this time and very, very excited about getting a couple of hundred quid. They refused to pay it to me, because my membership had come as a package with driving lessons (a birthday present). WTF. Bastards.

Perhaps partly as a result, I gave up the lessons and have never bothered learning to drive since. I also won't have any product or service from Centrica, who was buying them (they also run British Gas hence they are also cunts for loads of other reasons).

I hate the lettings agency which, at around the same time, let a flat to us knowing that we were spending all the money we could scrape together to pay the deposit, knowing that my partner had cancer and needed to stay close to the hospital that was treating him, and lied to us that the owners had no plans to sell. Within days of us moving in it was BACK on the market - we found this out when we came home to see the FOR SALE sign up outside. They'd only rented it out as they hadn't been able to sell it. The lettings agency knew that, and knew we'd have been homeless if the buyers had wanted us out. We couldn't have got another deposit together at that time.

Oh I forgot one - my PhD supervisor, who the year after I completed my PhD (in very difficult circumstances), ran a conference in the department on the exact subject I'd done my PhD on , massively ripping off loads of my thesis, and didn't tell me about it.

I found out about 2 days beforehand when one of my former fellow PhD students sent me an email saying, "I think you ought to know..."

Still wish I'd confronted him about it, the slimy, plagiaristic, careerist, arse-licking, faux-friendly wanker.

Ex MIL. I'd been the perfect DIL for ten years, even nursed her when she had a broken pelvis. She told me I was the daughter she'd never had. Then she showed her true colours when DP walked out, the bitch ghosted me and wouldn't even reply to a text. When DP and I got back together she tried to be best friends again, but I was just icily civil and kept it up for the next NINE YEARS. At her funeral I deliberately sent her least favourite flowers and mispelled her name.

Miss Crispin. A teacher at Sherwin Knight primary school. 45 years ago. She was a bitter old spinster, who delighted in picking on me because I was a really timid child. If I got anything wrong in my work, she would read it out in front of the class, tell me off when I hadn’t done anything wrong. So many days I cried all the way home. There is Facebook page for the old school and it is evident that I was not the only one, as plenty of others comment on what a cunt she was. She is still alive, but about 90 now. I fantasise about seeing her in the street and giving her a complete mouthful and making her feel as awful as she made me feel on a regular basis. Rot in hell, you old cow.

Me too! Also very taken with the delicious passive aggression on display here:

At her funeral I deliberately sent her least favourite flowers and mispelled her name.

My dd at 16 did a 3 hour unpaid shift in a local independent cafe. The owner just never bothered to contact her again to either offer her a job or otherwise.

I go past there on a regular basis and scowl each time. 9 years have passed. I thought that I was calming down about it but then spotted a new window display all about kindness. Ha!

Moved in a new rental end of October. New town and there was a charity shop in the town that helps homeless and family in need locally, so to me a very beneficial one. Cleared out the kitchen and brought in a good bit of unopened none perishable food left aswell a some odd bits of furniture and 3 bags of clothes . In the window of the shop they had it decorated for Halloween , there was a gold glitter plastic tree abut 2 feet high. Asked was it for sale and how much, lovely girl said yes, 10e however i cant sell it till after Halloween when we take the decorations down. No problem i said will be back next week, in mean time i cleared more stuff out so brought car full to them, went in with everything and then said i would like to pay for the tree in the window. Different girl this time, alot older, she gave me a look and said its not for sale. I said i was in last week and explained. Who on earth was that she said ? She then took out her mobile and went to the back of the shop, then came back shortly after and in a very disgusted tone said it is most certainly not for sale. She had no right to tell you that. She was so rude i was in shock, never apologized nothing but was so snotty, had a few bags left so picked them up and walked out. Understand it might not be for sale but to be so rude about it. In mean time i have cleared more out and have brought about 30 bags to charity shop nearly next door to them. Also himself has been renovating an old house so we have also cleared a good bit of decent furniture etc out. Give me great pleasurer to park outside them in the large van open it out and deliver all the stuff to the shop up from them. I can see them watching me in the window ( with the gold tree still there 😝) The other charity shop has told me that all the stuff that has been donated has flew out the door and helped them raise money for the cause.

The cafe where they wouldn't let me take a pram in when DS was 2 months old. I was beside myself with tiredness and PND.
I haven't been in since. Baby is now 27.

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