rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Ruined an Angry Old Karen's Life
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Welcome to our slash Petty Revenge, where.P. gets an evil old lady arrested.
Our next Reddit post is from Zenmedic.
When I first left home to go to university, my parents co-signed to mortgage for me on
an apartment-style condominium in a small Canadian city.
This was 20 years ago, so it came in at a whopping $52,000.
My parents thought that this was a much better and economical choice than trying
to find an apartment and deal with landlords. I loved the idea and moved into my new home.
The building was almost entirely populated by people over the age of 65. It was small
and only had 24 units split into 2 halves. I had a basement condo. It was a nice place,
nothing fancy, but amazing for a student.
I was only 19 years old, but I was quiet, kept to myself, and didn't do the whole party
thing.
I got along with most of my neighbors.
I'd helped them out by moving heavy things or carrying groceries upstairs.
I was acutely aware of the age gap and the general image of a university student, so
I made sure to just be an all-around great guy and to avoid conflict.
The one person I could never see eye-to-eye with was my upstairs neighbor.
For a 70-year-old woman who couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds, she walked like
an elephant.
She'd have gospel music on her TV at max volume at 5 a.m. on Sundays.
She'd make remarks about that damn kid whenever something was left out
of place. She even went so far as to accuse me of breaking into her car and making a police
statement saying that she saw me do it. Unfortunately for her, I was out of the country on an internship
at the time, but still she persisted being a pain in my butt. I had tried to approach her about
the TV issue,
and her response was to make sure
that it was no longer just on Sunday.
After a couple of years of attempted diplomacy,
it was clear that nothing I did
would make anything better.
Other people in the building probably knew
that she had it out for me,
but why would this adorable old lady try to lie
and get me thrown out of the building by the condo board?
She tried to get me thrown out at least 11 times while I lived there. Seven years into my time living there, I was at
my job with an ambulance service just north of the city. I got called to a shooting. A guy shot
his neighbor during a land dispute. The neighbor survived, but of course there was going to be a police
investigation. The investigating officers called me to get a statement and offered to just come to my
place to do it rather than have me travel.
One of them was a constable that I'd worked with quite a bit, so I said sure.
We set a time for about an hour after I'd get home from work.
I was just getting out of the shower when they buzzed to get into the building.
I said, come in, I'll be out in a second.
I hit the door buzzer and quickly grabbed some pants and a shirt. I heard the officer come inside and then walk upstairs. As I'm trying
to throw on some clothes, I hear the officer knock on my upstairs neighbor's door. They
introduced themselves as being from the RCMP Major Crime Division and they're looking
for me. My neighbor says, oh, he lives downstairs. What do you want with him?
The officer thanked her and told her that they couldn't say,
but it was an active investigation.
My heart sank.
But then I had a thought.
It only took me about 15 minutes to give my statement
and the cops went on their way.
Then the fun began.
I knew the rumor mill would be starting.
She would be telling everyone that would listen
that Major Crimes was looking for me and I must be some sort of criminal. I decided to see where
this went. Pretty soon, I'm getting side eye in the hallway. Neighbors are steering clear of me,
so I know that she's been talking. According to her, I'd been arrested for robbery and kidnapping,
and I must be out on bail. I found this out when one of my neighbors who was on the condo board showed up with the letter
demanding an explanation and threats to have me kicked out. I asked him what this was all about
and he said, well, Linda, your neighbor sent us a letter about what had happened and we had to
have an emergency board meeting because people don't feel safe with you here. I said that, per the bylaws of the condo board, before any action could be taken, I could
request a meeting to review and provide a defense.
My neighbor Linda was on the board, so I knew that she'd be there.
They said a date for a week later, but I was given a caution that it didn't look good
for me and that I would have to do a lot of explaining.
The meeting day comes. Linda is sitting smugly looking at me.
The other board members are giving me dirty looks.
The board president asks what I have to say in my defense.
I stand and quietly distribute a letter on Royal Canadian Mountain Police Letterhead,
signed by the regional superintendent that says,
Mr. OP is not under suspicion of any crimes, past or occurrence.
And he has not been arrested, detained or questioned as a suspect in any
criminal matter. His duties as a paramedic will often require him to make
statements in regards to ongoing investigations. And on this instance,
on such and such date, investigators had gone to obtain a statement about an
ongoing investigation for which he was professionally involved.
At no time did the members discuss, disclose, or in any way indicate that he had any involvement
in any wrong doings.
I am deeply saddened by the necessity of this letter, and will be re-opening an investigation
into a previous incident regarding false statements made against them.
You could tell when people read the letter and understood it.
The dirty look shifted from me to Linda.
She said that it must be a forgery because she witnessed me being let off in handcuffs.
She pleaded that they should believe her, but that didn't help her.
I stood up and addressed the board, outlining years of abuse and harassment,
including the false accusation of breaking and entering into her vehicle. I informed
the board that on the advice of my lawyer, I will not discuss this matter further with
any member of the board, because Linda was a part of the board, and she used the board
to harass me, so the entire board was open to litigation and I was still weighing
my options.
The next day I had a knock on my door.
The board president told me that Linda was removed from the board and that she was given
a warning about her conduct and that any further harassment could result in proceedings to have
her removed from the building.
She also had a visit from the cops, with the summons for providing a false statement and obstructing a peace officer.
She had to attend courts.
She pled guilty to both, and was given a suspended sentence and one year condition not to harass, threaten or intentionally inconvenience me in any way.
If she abided to those conditions, it would be struck from her record.
I moved to another province before that year was up, but for a brief
period of time, I actually got to sleep in on Sunday mornings. Our next reddit poster
from Ali QV. My marriage had problems right away. We were both in our thirties at the
time. One of the manifestations of our problems was him berating me for not going to an elite
university. I went to a very good undergrad and an even better grad school,
but I hadn't finished at that point, but he went to one of the best schools in the country,
which was known for graduates who had a chip on their shoulder. That was really all he had over me,
and I would just laugh. Even his parents told him that he was being a jerk and that he sounded
like an idiot because I had an impressive education. So anyways, he became really competitive about his college, and especially his friends from
college.
He had this photo box full of memorabilia.
A normal thing for us to do would be to go through our photos, his photos, and my photos
together, share memories, stories, and bond.
I didn't really care about what he had in his box, and college stories
are boring if you weren't there, but still I listened. That box became a symbol of everything
wrong, with him constantly saying that I'm not good enough for his college friends. At
some point he forbid me to look inside the box. Of course, I didn't take this well.
Telling me that I wasn't good enough to see what was inside the box was like kerosene.
It got brought up in every single fight.
It was just a death spiral of, you're jealous of my friends.
Your friends suck and I wouldn't like them anyways.
Fast forward through years of abuse.
We moved on to more spectacular fights, and the box fell pretty far down the list.
Then for some reason, one day he went up to the attic and couldn't find his box.
He said that I threw it away because I was jealous and petty.
I hadn't, but after a few years of this, he managed to convince me that maybe I did.
That's just how abuse works.
And you threw away my box when back into his fight rotation.
I begged his forgiveness.
I fell deeper into depression over the depths to which my life had sunk.
Finally, I got a divorce.
Cops were involved, restraining orders, the whole nine yards.
I healed and moved on.
Years later, I sold the house, and when I was packing up, I found that damn box.
I had such an emotional reaction that my legs buckled.
I sat on the floor and wept.
My new boyfriend was really sweet about it.
He didn't know about the box's history.
It's so ridiculous and I was so ashamed,
but mostly I had put it all behind me by then.
Until it all came rushing back,
I called a mutual friend and asked him to
come get the box so they could get the box to my ex. People suggested that I should
throw it away out of spite, but I had something to prove. Before I handed it over, I put copies
of two unpublished essays I wrote about what he did to me, along with a handwritten note.
The note said, I knew you didn't have the balls to kill me. Also, I sold your
D&D books. Down in the comments, we have this story from Daddy Stovepipe. There was a kid at my law
school who went to Harvard for undergrad. He made sure everyone knew it too. My friend was hosting
a party at her place, and this guy came. At that point, our friend didn't know him personally,
he just knew of him. The guy inevitably says, yeah, I went to Harvard while introducing himself while we're all
chatting.
This is how the conversation played out.
Oh, Harvard, where's that?
Uh, you know, like, the Harvard in Massachusetts?
Right, duh, yeah, my cousin went to that same community college.
No, it's not a community college, it's the best university in the country.
Hmm, never heard of it. Can't be that good. Watching this guy's face grow red with frustration
and embarrassment was priceless. He eventually walked away because my friend just wasn't getting it.
My friend and I still laugh about this. Our next reddit post is from Angles and Flowers. When I was
in sixth grade, I was being
bullied by this boy in my grade, Tom. He bullied me every day, especially during PE class. I remember
thinking that I was going to get revenge against him one day. Well, fast forward 10 years later,
and I'm working at a popular lunch spot, and my manager asked me about hiring this new guy named Tom.
I knew that it was that Tom, so I gave him a bad recommendation, but that wasn't the
end of it because he still got hired.
I found out that Tom had a girlfriend who he was trying to keep a secret.
Anyways, one of my coworkers who happens to be the niece of the owner tells me that
she has a big crush on Tom and they passionately hugged the other night.
I say to her, that's crazy.
Did you know that he has a girlfriend?
To say that she was shocked was an understatement.
My coworker immediately asked me for the girlfriend's Facebook information, which I eagerly
gave to her.
She writes up a beautiful Facebook message to Tom's girlfriend, telling her everything
that happened between them the night before.
And then, after that, she goes home and tells the owner about what a slimeball Tom truly
was.
Tom got fired a week later, and his girlfriend also broke up with him.
Ha ha!
Our next Reddit post is from nervous translator.
I've lived in the same apartment with my boyfriend for almost four years.
It's not the best apartment, but I love the location.
I've never really had any problems here. I'm a quiet neighbor who stays to myself. My new downstairs neighbor
has made several stupid complaints. Like complaints about me running my garbage disposal, but the
most recent one was ridiculous. He told management that there's been issues with my balcony.
I got a call last week asking if I've been throwing anything over my balcony.
I told the manager, absolutely not. There's plans below my balcony, so I've dumped a water bottle
into the plants before, but that's not harming anyone. Because of this call, I went out to my balcony
to investigate. I noticed that my flower vase had fallen over, and some of the water may have spilled
down. Not too big of a deal. There wasn't too much water in the vase when the wind knocked it over. I think that that's the end of the silly complaint,
but I was wrong. The weekend passes and I get a nasty notice on my door. The notice was a pet
violation for not picking up after my dog, which is a $50 fine. And they said that I'm at risk of
getting my lease terminated because of my violations. The only problem is, I don't have a dog.
I emailed the property manager and said,
I don't have a dog, therefore I'm not paying this fine.
The manager sends back a ridiculous email saying that she received several complaints from
the downstairs neighbor about urine coming from my balcony.
So she assumed that I was letting my dog, which I don't
have, pee on my balcony.
Then the manager says that since I don't have a dog, that means me or my boyfriend are
peeing on our balcony, and that I'm still in violation of my lease.
This was just comical at this point.
My boyfriend and I have never done this.
We've never had any complaints in our four years here.
It just so happens that as soon as I get a new downstairs neighbor, the complaints come
rolling in.
Here's where the petty revenge kicks in.
I work night shift, so I don't go to bed until around 6 a.m.
Every morning around 6 a.m., I hear my new neighbor leaving for work.
My boyfriend and I decided to incorporate a new 2 a.m. workout when I get home from work,
consisting of jumping
jacks, running in place, and all sorts of fun stuff just for my lovely downstairs neighbor.
I've informed the leasing office that I will not be renewing my lease in December due
to this.
The next three months for my new neighbor is going to be hell.
I hope you enjoy it.
You know, OP, obviously your downstairs neighbor is stupid, but I think I understand what
happened.
I think the water from your plant was kind of brown or yellow because it was mixed with
dirt, so the downstairs neighbor saw a puddle of yellow liquid and just assumed that it was
pee, which was wrong, but not like a huge stretch, because, you know, what are you going to
do?
Smell it to verify?
Touch it to verify?
No way, man.
So your dumb neighbor just saw the yellow liquid, assumed it was pee, logically figured out
that it must have been coming from above, which is logical. So even though I'm on your
side of pee and you did nothing wrong, honestly, I can kind of see where the neighbor's coming
from because it's a reasonable conclusion to draw here.
The problem, of course, is that once you explain that it's just dirty, wastewater, the fact that they're doubling down and saying,
no, you violated your lease, it's just stupid.
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