Tell me the petty things you have done when you have had enough of people's shit!

[Travelfairy]

I'll go first ☺️

DSis criticises everything I do, from where I have sent my children to school to how many holidays we take. She runs us down and tries to downplay our achievements to anyone she knows 🙄
She is also very controlling and likes to dictate what happens in the wider family. Anyway this past Mother's Day, she told me a month before that I 'had to' 'take' our Mum for Mother's day. Shes a sprightly 70 year old. Anyway I said i was already taking her out to a show and dinner on the friday night and that would be our little celebration. She said no I would need to 'take' her Sunday as well because she has plans for Mother's day as she's a mother too and 'deserves to be celebrated!' 😂😂
I am also a mother but you know, that doesnt matter. So Anyway we planned a last minute break away and our flight left Mother's Day Morning. Problem solved 😬😬 i have never done anything like that before but boy did it feel good. I am absolutely sick of pandering to her shit! Always putting her needs first to keep tje peace. Not anymore!!! IDGAF!!!

SIL was a terror to me for many years.

She was temporarily staying with my in-laws and masses of her laundry was hung up drying in the utility room, alongside a large box of clothes pegs.

I spent a good couple of minutes filling all the pockets of her clothes with pegs 🤣 one dress had loads of pockets on it so I shoved a peg in each and even buttoned them back up.

Not my worst but definitely my pettiest (or should I say peggiest?).

I have many. Lol

The time I was subjected to this granny letting her toddler grandson listen to Peppa Pig...with no headphones...not for precious. I had my own kids there and try my best to avoid tablets at the table....ESPECIALLY without headphones. I was so pissed off at people doing this, that I got my phone out, found the most obnoxious episode of some kids tripe and turned it up full blast. The kids were THRILLED they got to watch it...the grandmother has the audacity to look disgusted at me. 🤪🤪

My horrible neighbour (the bin snitch) had form for stealing mail. One dark December a package addressed to me was "accdently" left on her doorstep and taken in. Being dishonest she did not tell me it was there or bring it around. It was a small plain manilla package of the size that might have contained jewellery, perfume or a watch. A nice christmas present someone had apparently sent me which she decided to deprive me of. It actually contained a spring loaded glitter bomb with red metallic glitter and silver penises. Next bin day I sneaked a look in her household waste bin and it had red glitter mixed among the fluff/ It must have gone everywhere. This trick only works on dishonest people who steal mail from others. The ultimate form of revenge because she could only blame herself.

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there was a fellow collegue who tried to take charge of people, so basically i went to war, but then ill admit i looked petty too sometimes id wind him up and say im using the team for x tasks and then he would go running to that dept manager to say he needed them, even when i had managements permission to use them etc

Miss raspberry

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I've told this before but when I finally outed my abusive ex he insisted on taking the mattress from dds bed and the vacuum cleaner because he bought them apparently...
I filled the vacuum cleaner bag with dog shit and happily gave it him. Would have paid to see his face when he realised

Yes, the person who made the comment said the boss was a “touch typist,” but I’m assuming they mean the opposite? A hunt-and-peck typist? Because a touch typist doesn’t look at the keys so this wouldn’t work, but it would certainly screw over a hunt-and-peck typist who is reliant on looking at the keys. So if @PauliesWalnuts has been telling this story for 28 years and been saying her boss was a touch typist that whole time… then the whole story is a fucking mess, including the word with two Ts.

Love the one about locking the doors and emptying the cupboards in the holiday cottage. I would have taken all the batteries out of the remotes as well.

Also pourning milk in the airing cupboard. I found that some prawns fitted very nicely into a hole behind one of the skirting boards in a rental. The pervy cousin of the owner kept coming around without an appointemnt at 9 pm. They put the house on the market after I moved out and it took an age to sell. I moved elsewhere on the same estate so I was able to keep an eye on it.

I do love a bit of revenge.

Yep, especially for a touch typist.

No, usually evening visitors who won't take the hint and bloody well leave!

We had a horrible experience when a couple who were buying our house tried to gazunder us at the point of exchange - there was no rationale behind it, they just tried it on to see if they could get some extra money off and demanded that we drop the price significantly or else they would pull out and the chain would collapse. We held firm and after a few very stressful days the buyers decided to go ahead.

On the day of completion we removed all of the lightbulbs, including the less generic ones like those on the driveway, in the porch, the loft, garage, under the kitchen cabinets etc. We also 'forgot' to flush the chain when my son did a number two in the toilet. Act in a shitty way, get a shitty surprise!

Is have removed the light shades too ..every curtain pole, every blind, all shelves.... And possibly even the carpets...

I was a temp in a big law firm for a week in the 80s. Treated like a whipping boy by a really horrible office manager so I stayed late one day and messed up their entire filing system. It was a huge undertaking. I shuffled up absolutely everything and put it all back in the most wrong places I could think of. Never went back.

This reminds me of when we taped an airhorn underneath an extremely lazy colleague's chair.
He didn't have any health issues, he was just incredibly lazy and extremely rude and surly to everyone as well as extremely misogynistic - I don't regret it all.

I'm obviously being a bit thick here but if she was a touch typist changing the keys wouldn’t make any difference to her typing and so wouldn’t stop her logging in.

A second T from a scrap keyboard? Or maybe a different rude word - I can think of a few!

I remember reading about someone who sold their house and agreed to leave the curtains behind . The people buying turned out to be real twxxts so they sewed prawns into the curtain hems . Can u imagine that !!!

You can’t do this now, but BITD the Sunday newspapers had lots of cut out forms you could send to companies who would at the very least, send you a catalogue, but would sometimes follow up with a visit or a phone call. We had someone in our social circle who was a bit of an arse and would regularly disappear on nights out when it came to paying - so one Sunday, we sent off for everything we could find in the Observer/Times/Mail etc - he lived in halls and was getting his post in a box at one point. He also had visitors flogging him double glazing, patio doors, and huge books of carpet samples left for him. Oh, and we signed him up for a Christian fundamentalist magazine called ‘The Plain Truth’ - in Norwegian.

I felt a bit sorry for the salesmen - but not enough not to do it.

I had a nightmare neighbour and got to the stage with her that I constantly had sensations of a heavy weight sitting on my chest. Anyway she had a banana tree in her garden that very so slightly hung into my patio and every day she’d be out admiring the one banana growing on it. After a wee while it got to a really good size I went out, picked it off the tree and ate it. It was very nice, nothing was ever sad about it and strangely enough she never bothered me again. Her children eventually mixed in the same circles as my children when they were adults and one night they told my children their mum didn’t speak to them or their dad for days because they’d all laughed when she went Into the house and said her banana had gone. Seemingly her husband had even told her she deserved it and I’m told by My son and his wife now live in our old house that she’s a nice neighbour now.

In a shared house in the80s, a lad who lived upstairs went into my room to 'borrow' a motorcycle repair book I had. The landlord said I had to sort it out peacefully. One night, after a few pints I went into the garage and peed in his Honda fifty fuel tank.
It broke down the following day in pouring rain.