rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Got Revenge Against a Smug Jerk

Episode Date: April 23, 2025

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please go to connectsontario.ca. Welcome to r slash petty revenge, where OP gives a jokester a dose of his own medicine. Our next reddit post is from competitive onion. A couple of years ago, a job with housing fell through so I was stuck in a strange town and state with no money or home. I got a job waitressing and a side gig at night cleaning and did all the hours I could. I was tired, dirty and hungry for three months until I found a person that needed a roommate. Things got better and I even got a little cat that kept me company. Luckily,

the town was near a tourist area and enough folks got lost on the way to tourist places that the diner I worked at was busy. But Sundays were the worst. The locals on Sundays didn't tip, and without tips, I went hungry. On Sunday, a local family left a hundred dollar tip, but the tip turned out to be fake with a sermon on the back, and it was stamped with a local church name and address. I was salty. For over a year, that same family came in. I very gently tried to tell the man how disappointed I was when it wasn't a tip, but he said riches in God were better.

He didn't ever tip at all for the whole time that I was there. Then in September a hurricane came through. The diner was flooded and closed. Since I didn't have a job anymore, I could go to church on Sunday if I wanted. I bought a lottery ticket and went to that church with a $100 sermon. The guy was there and turns out, he was the pastor. There was only about 30 people in the church and it had lost part of the roof in the storm. The people seemed nice and I knew them mostly from the diner, though I didn't know their

names. I never went to church much since I was a little kid, so it was different. They took an offering and I put in my $2 lottery ticket. The next week I went again with a lottery ticket. The $100 pastor teased me that he had never gotten a lottery ticket in the basket before and I told him he was getting another one. Maybe God would make him lucky. He thought it was funny. Then the week, I took a fake lottery ticket. My brother had given it to me and told me that it was fake because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. I had held onto it because it was from him. I put that in the basket.

The fourth week was the last week that I was there. I got a job in Cincinnati and was going to drive up there that day. The folks at church knew because I had told them the week before and they were saying goodbye. The $100 pastor came up to me and really quietly scolded me before I left though. He told me it had been real hurtful to think that he had won the lottery enough to fix the roof and then it turned out to be a joke. He told me I should think about it as I drive to my new job. I told him that now he knew how I felt when he gave me that fake hundred dollar bill when I was sleeping in my car and hungry.

I left and was happy about it the whole drive north. It's the best thing I ever did. What makes this extra scummy is that the pastor was effectively advertising his own business because any donations go straight into his pocket. Tax free by the way. So instead of tipping OP he basically said, hey why don't you give me money instead. Our next reddit post is from Twinkies and Wine. In 2010 I worked at a corner drugstore as a department lead, back when those were relevant. I was 21, did the bare minimum,

and I hated working Sundays, which were my Fridays. I'll be the first to admit that I could have been a better employee, but I knew this wouldn't be my career and I was just coasting until I graduated. Sunday, May 2nd rolls around and I felt awful. I had already not been feeling great. That Friday I was a bit under the weather. When Saturday came around I felt pretty okay but then Sunday hit like a sack of bricks. About two hours into my shift I asked my manager Ryan if I could go home. The guys in management despised me so I was not surprised when this particular manager snarkily responded with, you need to get someone to come in and finish your shift.'' To be clear, this wasn't policy.

He was just being a butthole because he didn't like me. Fine, no problem. I called one of my co-workers and she came in for me. My boyfriend at the time was working at a hotel down the street. We shared a car, so I went to his hotel to sleep until he got off work. I slept in the lobby for 9 hours straight. We made it home and I started coughing up blood. My boyfriend forced me to the ER that night. I was diagnosed with strep and admitted to the hospital. That Monday, the 3rd, one of the nurses informed me that I'd be in the hospital for at least a week,

so I called the store to let them know. The manager I spoke with, Brad, hated me more than anyone else at that store. I told him the news. You'll be out for a week for strep? Yeah, do you want to talk to the nurse? She's right here. No, we'll see you when you get back. He was clearly irritated by the news, but there was nothing I could do. What I hadn't told him, as I didn't know at the time, is I was admitted because the hospital suspected I had something much worse. I was visited by a doctor on Monday who explained that he'd like to perform a bone marrow biopsy.

I had no idea what this was or why he'd want to do one, except that my blood counts looked weird. I had the procedure done and continued recovering from strep. Tuesday May 4th comes and the doctor from the day before pays me another visit. OP, we got the results back. You have an aggressive form of leukemia that requires immediate treatment. We'll be sending you to a hospital in the big city to start chemo tonight. My world was turned upside down.

I called my best friends, all of whom I worked with, and invited them to the hospital to share the news. One of my friends had a shift that afternoon and broke the news to the store. OP has cancer. I spent 28 arduous days in the hospital fighting for my life. My mom had visited my store a few times during my hospital stay and talked with my store manager letting her know what was going on. My store manager was very understanding and supportive.

The other managers never said a word to me, my mom, or my friends about the situation. When I finally got out of the hospital, I went to my old store to pick up my maintenance cancer meds. As I made my way back towards the pharmacy, bruised, bald and with a bright purple pick line sticking out of my arm, I turned down aisle 10 and… who do I see? Ryan, stocking vitamins. Hi Ryan, I gleefully shouted. The look on his face was priceless. Oh my god, OP, are you okay?

How are you feeling? I'm great now, thank you. It's a good thing I left early that Sunday and ended up in the hospital so they found the cancer. The whole situation was absolutely delicious. Despite everything I went through, the feeling of complete vindication when they had to face my cancer-ridden self was incredible. I never ended up going back to work there. I had to file disability because the next five months of my life were week-long hospital stays, followed by constant transfusions, checkups, and even a case of sepsis that almost

killed me. But I still remember Ryan's face and it brings a smile to mine. Our next Reddit post is from legalgazelle. I got my nails done this morning at the same nail salon I've been a patron of for almost two years. It has over a thousand great reviews online and they've always done amazing work. They don't post their prices anywhere, but I've always paid 40 to 50 dollars. However, it hasn't been consistent, as in sometimes I would be asked to pay 50 and other

times 40. When I asked about the price, usually when it was 50, they would say that I got a nice discount at 40 and that standard was 50. The 10 bucks never bothered me, so I never made a fuss about it and kind of chalked it up to more inexperienced front desk workers not tracking well to the established price. I have also gotten into the habit of asking for the price before they start, but I forgot to ask this morning because I was just getting my normal nails. Today I finished up my appointment and the front desk told me it was $70.

I was surprised because I got them done last month and I'm pretty sure that it was only $40. The ladies said that prices went up, which I felt should have been stated somewhere. But I know that businesses are nervous about the economy, so I understand a hike. I paid my bill and internally decided to find a new salon. Not because they did anything wrong, but paying $70 for nails isn't worth it for me while there are cheaper places around. After I paid, I realized I left something at my seat.

I had been quietly chatting with the lady sitting next to me during our appointments and we were getting the exact same service in different colors. As I went to grab my bag, I couldn't help making a quiet comment to her that 70 bucks for our nails is crazy. Yeah, this was a complaint, but I also wanted to warn her about what to expect. She immediately got agitated and asked her nail tech how it could be this much because she had never paid more than $30 for the service. She looked like she was going to cry and said that she didn't have 70 bucks for the service

today. Her nail tech quickly tried to do damage control and said that since she was such a loyal customer, her price would be $30. This didn't really calm her down though. She asked how long I'd been going there and I said two years and she said she'd been coming for less than a year. At this point, other customers at the busy salon started paying attention to what was going on and like seven or eight other people started sharing what they paid for their nails and it ranged from $30 to $70. At that point, I had my bag and no reason to stay, but as I left, almost the whole salon was getting heated with everyone realizing that they actually don't have a set price

for their services, and they just charge as much as they can get out of you. I will definitely be leaving a review, and something tells me the others there will as well. I wonder what factors they use to determine if someone's worth twice as much as someone else. I'm guessing if they come in with, you know, Louboutins and expensive purses and nice makeup, then they probably get upcharged. Our next Reddit post is from Lion O'Brien.

When I was a kid, my mom caught me looking at an adult website, and I claimed that it was a pop-up, but she clearly didn't believe me. A few days later, when she wasn't looking, I pulled the same site up on her work laptop and hid it behind her browser window, and I pretended to catch her in the act when she closed her browser and the adult site showed up on her screen. She was flabbergasted and claimed that it was a pop-up and I was all, yeah right because that apparently doesn't happen. And she apologized for not believing me before.

I was effing diabolical. I think I might have told this story before, I don't know. But when I was a very young kid and I was interested in seeing some pictures of naked lady butts, I knew that somehow parents were able to tell what websites their kids visited on the computer. But I thought because I was a stupid kid that it had to do with the search terms. So I thought that if I found an adult website through an innocent search term, I'd be totally safe. So with my like stupid 12 year old brain, the dirtiest but also innocent word that I

could come up with that would be quote safe on a Google search was beaver. So I did a search for beaver and of course it showed me actual real life furry animal aquatic beavers, which is not what I wanted to see. So I was like, how do I make Google understand what I want to see? So I started looking up like Latina beavers, Asian beavers, and I finally found some actual success with Asian beavers. So I was very happy with myself because I thought I'd tricked whatever parental controls were in place or whatever. And then two days later, my dad was like,

so Asian beavers? Not as smart as I thought I was, I guess. Our next Reddit post is from thebestopossum. My boyfriend and I were at a German folkfest and there was one formal dance that we had to participate in. I danced for a few years when I was a teen while my boyfriend barely has any dancing experience. There was this one dude who was apparently dancing competitively and after that formal dance, he made a mean remark about how my boyfriend maybe should have practiced some steps beforehand. He did and he didn't do a bad job at all. Naturally, I asked the douchebag if he minded having a dance with me.

He complied, saying he'd be delighted and that he also always wanted to have at least one dance with someone who actually knew what they were doing. Next up was a Tango Argentino, which was lucky for me because you can get really close and can talk the majority of the time if you want. And I really wanted to. I said, so for how long have you been dancing? Four years now. Really? Oh, okay, but probably not very regularly. What? Why? No, I go at least once a week. I just thought that people sometimes get busy, you know, with jobs and life, but yeah, I guess you never know. And what's your favorite dance?

Tango Argentino is nice, but I think my favorite is... No, of course, it's obvious this isn't your favorite, no worries. Then later... You don't have a steady dancing partner, do you? No. Why? Eh, just the way you dance. Then... have you ever thought about trying other sports?

No, I really like dancing. Why would I? Just asking. I love lifting, for example, and a friend of mine from dancing swears by yoga as cross training. Ah, oh yeah, that actually sounds cool. Maybe I'll think about it. Thanks.

No problem. Maybe there's even some sport where you have natural talent. The whole dance went like this. When it was over, I thanked him for the dance. And he sourly thanked me back. And I patted his hand with a reassuring, You're welcome. And don't fret it.

Everyone learns at their own pace. Down in the comments, people are asking OP how the boyfriend took it and she says, He was rather gleeful during the dance when he saw my evil look and the dude's changing facial expressions. Confusion, anger, relief, then doubt. Annoyance, relief, and anger again. He was even more gleeful when I told him what had been said. Our next reddit post is from Lily Quinn.

I was out running errands, lost in thought, just trying to get through the day. As I walked past a man, he looked at me and said, You should smile more, it would look much better on you. With a stupid smile on his face like he was giving me genuine advice. I stopped, turned to him and said, I just got back from identifying my sister's body. She was murdered last night. His face went pale, his mouth opened, then closed like he was searching for words, but

nothing came out. He just nodded awkwardly and practically ran away. I don't actually have a sister, but the entitlement some people have to dictate a stranger's emotions is infuriating. You have no idea what someone is dealing with and assuming they owe you a smile is ignorant and selfish. Maybe next time he'll think twice before telling someone how they should feel. Down in the comments we have this story from Pavica Malik. An intern at work, young enough

to be my son, pulled this one on me. He said, Smile, it can't be that bad. I turned to him and said, yes, it can. My father died last week. This was indeed the case. It was my first day back at work after his funeral. And beneath that we have this with crone with needles. I taught middle school while I was going through chemo and lost my hair. Luckily, it was right before Halloween, so I picked up a bunch of different wigs. I was wearing a blonde dreadlocks wig and a worker joked, Bad hair day? I straight-faced answered, No hair day. I have cancer and I walked out. The secretary said that he was demolished and kept telling everyone how sorry he was. Yeah, maybe just don't comment on people's appearances

in general. How about that? That was our Slash Petty Revenge, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast, because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.