To ask your stories of petty revenge?

[CowPatRoberts]

I'll begin.

DP and I have a shopping agreement, one of us shops and the other unloads the car and puts everything away. A couple of weeks ago we had a minor spat about housework and I went off to Tesco, did the shopping and headed to the checkout. Now, not only did I double bag everything and fill it as much as I can, I also parked a few houses down as the car "wouldn't fit on the drive way".

How about you?

pissed in the shampoo and conditioner of my bitch of a flatmate. cleaned the disgusting grimy sink taps with my ex bf's toothbrush (which he insisted I return when he came to get his stuff ). licked the rims of glasses of rude customers when I worked in a pub, straight after a ciggie

insancerre was it you who posted about this years ago? Whenever h pissed you off, you'd go give a couple of beers a shake?

And then try not to cry laughing when they exploded in a plume of beer foam when he opened them?

That made me laugh so hard. I still think it's hilarious !

I type his name with a lower cased m at the beginning and when I say it, I know I'm only saying m. That's telling him, oh yes!!!

This is really unhealthy, extracting revenge reduces you to the level of the person who has hurt you.

I regularly fart on my husband's pillows.

Love the wheely bin one mavis!

If DP annoys me, I wait until he's asleep and fart on his leg.

I have been known to make myself a cup of tea and pour the rest of the boiling water down the drain so he has to start from scratch.

Do not park in such a way that I have to enter the car via the passenger seat.
I could be an arthritic old lady who has to wait till you come and move your car.
Luckily I'm not? but you WILL pay

I lived in a grim shared house as a student with several other girls. One had a stupendously annoying boyfriend. He was pretty vile to her as well as being awful in general. She was a pita and wanted to be married, middle class and middle aged.
My room was below hers and after being kept awake by them shagging, I went down to our basement bathroom for a wee. Where I found a slug on her toothbrush. Oddly the other three of us felt the need to buy new toothbrushes that day and keep them in our rooms.
Her mum used to ring at 8am on a Saturday. They thought she was a good girl and the phone was next to my room so I used to take pleasure in cheerfully say 'Oh Freda and George are in bed. I'll tell her you've called when they've finished'

i'm not a revenge sort of person, i think the nearest i've got to it is leaving all the wheelie bins behind a neighbours car after their visitors blocked my driveway.

I type his name with a lower cased m at the beginning and when I say it, I know I'm only saying m. That's telling him, oh yes!!!

I love this more than words can say!

I once found some things belonging to the OW in exh's car boot.

I had been shopping, so took a tub of yogurt or dip and poured it under his car seats (he was v proud of his car) and in his gym bag.

At uni I had a vile housemate who once broke my locked room door down, splintering the door frame, so his mate could crash in my room while I was away.
I put curry powder in his marmalade.

I used to empty DS's potty in to exh's bath. Most mornings actually.

Best revenge though is that he desperately wants to still have control over me, but I don't care enough for it to have any effect

I had a housemate who used to steal food. I ordered a food syringe and injected hot sauce into his food. He didn't steal food again!

We went away on NYD to the turks and Caicos for a week. I was exhausted and it was the first proper break we have had in years. You can imagine my reaction when, at six months pregnant, I am up at 5:30am with the kids and sort them out. I dropped them off for camp at 9am. It was a Saturday and DH started drinking at 9am, continuing all day. He drank a whole bottle of scotch. I kept quiet until 10pm and hid the rest of the alcohol. In the morning I blamed the cleaning staff. As it was a Sunday he couldn't buy alcohol all day. Given the horrendous snoring all night I booked myself in for a day spa and left him with the kids. Came back at 4pm and took the kids for ice cream and dinner after playing by the pool as he had done nothing with them all day. DH asked me to pick up dinner for him. I picked him up a salad, worse still a kale salad!!!

My dad was having his life made miserable by one of his staff many years ago. This was when Captain Beaky was very popular so I placed an advert in the local paper advertising home made Hissing Sids and giving the staff members details. Placed it for two weeks, it was withdrawn after one.

The assistant director where I used to work was hated by some of the staff. When she used to 'demand' coffee be made for her they used to take it in turns to spit in the coffee.

I loved Captain Beaky.

There needs to be more capt beaky, hissing sid and brave toad based revenges... Life would be richer

I remember visiting a friend at university and being incredibly shocked that she was topping up her evil flatmate's toiletries with bleach. Not petty at all, really, but to my friend it was. Nothing ever came of it, so I doubt she used much.

I put Veet in my shampoo, conditioner and shower cream bottles when I discovered an asshole boss was using our shower room (and my stuff!) after going to the gym.

I didn't see any marked difference, but it made me feel better.

Blimey!!! Some of these stories are really weird. It's never occurred to me to take revenge on someone in a really thought out way like this.

When I had just had DC1 (traumatic EMCS) DH's DB and SIL came to visit 2 days after I got home. I made a cake for the occasion and SIL "told me off" for baking when I should be resting. She meant it kindly but I took offence at being told what I should and shouldn't be doing, so I didn't serve the cake while they were there and gorged on it after they had gone.

When I was heavily pregnant I came back to my car to find someone else had parked so closely to my drivers side that it would only open a few inches at best. Before I clambered across the passenger seat, I smeared Vaseline on all the other cars door handles so that they got sticky hands. My mum was with me and said I was like a woman possessed

Also, when I found out my ex (left me when I was pregnant, had been shagging prosititues and having an affair) was on adult friend finder, I helpfully used his saved credit card details on there to re-subscribe him up to the top VIP package (£200 or something) and then changed his password and email address associated with the account so he couldn't log in again. He had the good grace to say he deserved that one!