rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Sabotaged my Toxic Coworker

Episode Date: June 2, 2026

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Our next Reddit post is from Pimp Lord. I used to work night shift at a small hotel front desk. There were only two of us, so it was pretty obvious who actually. did the work and who just floated around looking busy. My co-worker Eric was great at the second one. He'd avoid the boring stuff like wiping down the coffee station, restocking keycards, and getting breakfast set up ready. Then act like we had both done equal work. When the morning manager came in, Eric always made himself sound way more on top of things than he really was. The part that finally got to me was the breakfast prep. Night shift was supposed to leave things ready for the morning attendant, including moving the waffle batter from the freezer so that it would be usable.

Technically, that was a shared task, but the only reason it ever got done was because I reminded Eric every shift around 5'10. I did it because if it got missed, morning shift complained at both of us. Then one morning, Eric told our manager that I always forgot things when closing, but that he always caught my mistakes after me. After that, I stopped reminding him. I still did my own work. I just stopped giving him that one nudge that let him act competent. Three shifts later, the breakfast attendant opened the freezer and realized the waffle batter had never been moved. My manager asked what happened, and Eric immediately tried to say that he thought I handled that part. My manager just looked at him and said,

I thought you said you always double-checked behind her. The room got quiet real fast. Our next Reddit post is from Bibbity Rapskyle. Occasionally, while cutting grass, I would find small chunks of of bones scattered about my backyard, maybe once every other month, the kind someone would give on their dog to gnaw on. My yard is fenced in, and of all my neighbors, only one has big enough dogs for that kind of thing, so I had my suspicions about who was responsible, but I never knew for sure. It was a mild inconvenience, but I always just picked them up and toss them inside this little

storage container. Over the years, I accrued quite a collection of them. One day, I come home from work in the early afternoon, and as I was pulling into my driveway, I saw something get lobbed over the shared fence with my neighbor, whom I always suspected. An older guy, I think he was cutting grass. I'm guessing he didn't want to run it over with his mower, and instead of acting like a human being and disposing of it properly, he throws it in my backyard because he's a piece of trash. Now, I pride myself on being a reasonable person, but I can also be a petty, vindictive little butthole under the right circumstances. I could call him out on it, and he might stop. Or he might do it more just to be a prick.

So, I decided to just return his bones, and if he wanted to have a conversation about it afterwards, we could absolutely do that. Fast forward to sundown. I go outside and proceed to throw probably a hundred bone chunks over the fence over the course of a half hour. There was something deeply satisfying about it, cathartic even. A week or so later, we see each other when we're both leaving our homes.

I'd only laid eyes on this guy two or three times in the five years I lived there. I would characterize his facial expression as severely disgruntled. I couldn't stop smiling. He didn't say a word about it. How could he? He'd have to acknowledge what he'd been doing for years. Haven't seen a bone since! Down in the comments, we have this from Hey, Have a Great Day.

When we bought our house, my now ex-spouse and I were both smokers. The neighbors came by. They were very friendly, and I was truly, impressed by how suddenly they worked into the conversation that they kept all the previous owner cigarette butts that landed in their yard for a month. Then they dumped them all on the front steps. It took me a minute to realize this was a polite warning. Our next Reddit post is from LJK. Today I, a 25-year-old guy, was looking for a spot to chill out on the beach and read my book. The heat was real intense, so it wasn't possible to sit in the full sun and the shade was very hard to come by. Eventually, I

came across three, maybe four trees, evenly spaced out, two of which had deck chairs placed under them. Now, immediately, I knew these chairs had been placed there by the nearby resort, so I made the decision not to sit on them. But seeing as this was a public beach, I laid my towel down and sat beside them. An hour or so passed. I'd been swimming, reading, and minding my own business when I knocked my bag over into the sand. At this point, I put my bag up on one of the chairs, seeing as in all this time it had remained undecided. disturbed. Sure enough, minutes later, an old man, probably late 60s, comes over grumbling to himself and stares at me angrily pointing to my deck chair. I removed my belongings and found myself apologizingly, given the manner in which I'd been consulted. The man continues to grumble and

groan indistinctly as he moves the chair around, and I try to read my book. Just then his wife, I assume, joins him, and they both begin berating me in thick German or Austrian accents as to how I had the whole beach to choose from, and I decided to sit here. Now, if I'd been asked respectfully, I would have just moved and gone about my day. But given the manner in which I was spoken to, I decided to stand my ground. Calmly, I told them they could choose to sit anywhere along the beach, at which point they grew even more animated. I told them I was doing no harm sitting on a public beach, at which point the man started to shout at me, you're crazy, you're crazy, you put your luggage on my chair. I calmly said I'd been there for an hour. I calmly said I'd been there for

an hour, and it hadn't been an issue, at which point they snapped back that they'd been here longer. I simply put it to them that I didn't have an issue with the situation and went back to reading, and they both set down their belongings and stormed off into the sea, presumably waiting for me to leave. At this point, I realized I was all but ready to go off in search of lunch anyway, until this delightful couple gave me the perfect reason to stay just a little longer. For half an hour, I sat with my book, occasionally looking over to them as they swam around glancing back at me to see if I'd gone. Eventually, the man returned, and I stayed sitting with my head in my book as he moved his chair around me, deliberately hanging it over my head

for a length of time. I didn't look up to see what he was trying to gain from this. I did, however, note him deliberately walking across my towel as I was sitting on it, and doing his absolute best to kick as much sand my way as possible. I said that that was real kind of him, and that I thought with age you learn manners. I added that it was embarrassing for a a man of his age to behave in such a way. As a result, I sat out there for the best part of another half hour, at which point his wife now looked like a dried prune, having tripled her wrinkles trying to avoid me by staying in the sea. I decided I'd finally move on to get some much-needed food, though not before one final flourish. I slowly gathered my things, making sure I wasn't

about to leave anything behind, and with one final swoop, flicked all the sand off my towel straight over the great blubbering buffoon. He instantly grew red with rage. I pointed out to him that it was just the same sand he'd kicked at me. Sitting upright in his chair, he hastily grabbed a handful of sand and threw it towards me, though he hadn't accounted for the fact that I'd taken time to note the direction of the wind. Quite beautifully, it all blew back in his face. I told him to have a nice day before strolling off down the beach and waving to his wife still shriveling in the water, as I hear shall of idiot, idiot in the distance. Honestly, made my day. Our next Reddit post is from Flanman. So my wife's friend got married a couple of years back. She made it this three-day long event

with multiple meals and two ceremonies. Everything with different dress codes. Day one was some dinner that started at 9 p.m. and took three hours, which she then forced everyone to go dancing afterwards. We joined for the meal, but it being on a weekday, we told her we couldn't go dancing. The next day at her brunch, she tells us how much fun they had dancing and that even old people and children went. I brush it off with a smile. Then two different ceremonies happened that day, and then finally the event will end with another brunch on the third day. By this point, we're exhausted, because we're not party people, but wanted to be nice and participate. So the morning before the brunch, we get up early, get into our fourth outfit of her event, and we're

and my wife does her hair and makeup again for the fourth time. And we get to this brunch. Her friend greets us and says, Oh, hi babe, wow, you look comfy. With this judgmental tone in her voice, as if to say my wife wasn't trying hard enough, which was BS. My wife tries her best to brush the event off

and says it's just stress from the wedding that made her terrible towards us the entire time. But I've decided that her friend is just a butthole and I'll slowly repay her for years. Since then, at various gatherings, I've given her the following compliments. I love how you just don't care about vanity. Just go with that natural look, and who cares what people think? You look super comfy.

I wish I could have your attitude with arriving whenever, but I always have to show up on time for things, and so on. The greatest part is that you can see gears turning as she tries to figure out if I'm being complimentary or not. How I'll continue doing this until this person is no longer in our lives or one of us dies. Down in the comments, people are giving OP suggestions for other backhanded compliments like, What a lovely dress. Was it cheap? Or, I never get tired of seeing that outfit. Your haircut really slims your face.

Your house feels so lived in. You are so charming when you make an effort. I wish I was as comfortable as you are wearing that outfit. I love how you just don't care what anyone thinks of you. How fun, I envy your courage. Our next Reddit post is from Natalie Me. I'm a girl and I have a twin brother. I live with my dad, brother, and mom, so four of us.

I kid you not, every single morning there's piss on the toilet seat. I told my father how disgusting it is. Plus, it can't be that effing hard to aim in the toilet and not outside it. At that point, I tell him to piss on the floor and he'd somehow still miss. And my dad scolded my brother, but the next day, same stuff. At this point, I grew tired of it, so anytime I saw piss in the toilet or on the toilet seat, I'd quite literally call my brother to get over here and clean after himself. He'd go on a rant about how it's not me, BS, and would refuse to clean after himself.

Then I'd threaten to call our dad and he'd clean up. I have to say this seems like nothing, but once I had a friend over and my very close friend said there was piss all over the seat, which is what tipped me off the edge. I felt embarrassed, and I knew I'd somehow make him pay back for that. Not only is it disgusting and unhygienic, it's the constant denial and lack of accountability that pisses me off. See what I did there? So, I decided to take things into my own hands. Every time I cleaned after him and used the bathroom, I'd sprinkle water all over the seat

and leave. Sometimes I'll add a little yellow watercolor for the fun, and soon enough, I noticed results. I made sure he doesn't notice I was the last to go to the bathroom, and whenever he'd say or ask anything about it, I'd just say, it's not me, then my dad would walk in on the piss and would yell at my brother, to which his It's Not Me card was in fact true this time, and so on. I thought it was solved, but three days ago I still found piss. So I took it up a notch. Once his friends arrived, I knew it was time.

I placed the piss evidence and went out to the living room where I asked, Bro, why didn't you wipe the seat after you pissed all over it? It even got on the floor. Aim better. He then proceeded to pull the, It's not me, seriously. WTF, it has to be dad, card on me. And I said,

Bro, I literally saw you leave the bathroom. It's okay, we all have weird habits, but you have to stop, for real. To say he looked embarrassed was an understatement. He later confronted me and genuinely told me that it had to have been dad because it really isn't me. It's funny to think this whole time he just assumed it was dad,

so he didn't say anything because of it. I still didn't tell and don't plan to do so. So far, besides my piss stains, he's been cleaning up his own mess, so mission hopefully accomplished. Our next Reddit post is from Throwaway Forget Me Not. I'm a woman who works in construction. I mainly wood-framed department complexes for the majority of my career. I'm also usually the only female on the job site.

So I have to often decide how to handle the interactions with my male colleagues. If I lose my cool, I run the risk of being labeled a B word or get talked about even if the colleague deserves it. One day on the job, I collected all the ladders that were on the job site because they often get left behind. I piled the ladders neatly and by size and then got to working on my task for the day. Well, I had my six foot ladder and my nail gun, but needed more nails, so I had to run down to the connecks to carry three 10-pound boxes up five flights of stairs. And when I got upstairs back to my area, my ladder was gone. A co-worker had taken it.

I asked him why he didn't just take from the pile that was on the other side of the room, and he shrugged and asked me why I can't just do the same. Like, dude, it's the principle of it. Because if I would have stolen his ladder or anyone's ladder they were using, and there was a pile of them in eyesight, I would have gotten my butt chewed out. And I'd have to take it on the chin. The unfairness of it all pisses me off. and I waited till break when everyone went to either their car or their break area, and I hit out in the porta potty.

I took note of this guy's tool bag before everyone went to break, and when I found it, I nailed it to the floor. I even took huge nails and screwed those in and bent them over. The best part is I use different sizes, so you can't just pull those out either. You got to unscrew it because the grips are so coarse. He never said anything. Neither did our 12 coworkers, so I'm assuming he never knew that it was me. me. Clearly, the problem isn't a woman on the job site. It's an a-hole on the job site. Her next credit post is from I'm Not a Bob. Driving to work on the highway, I was cut off and

very nearly sideswiped by a lady in her top-down convertible Volkswagen Beetle. She came to the outside lane. I was in the middle of overtaking her with no indication and left literally inches between us. Of course, I gave a little beep, didn't sit on the horn or anything, didn't flash and wasn't aggressive in any way. More of a, hey, you sort of nearly took us both out, maybe watch where you're going sort of way. This silly woman slowed right down then, and then her and her mate flipped me off, and then she went on her merry way. I thought nothing more of it. A couple of miles up the road, and I passed them. Well, she pulled up behind me and was right up my butt flashing her lights. For zero reason, I didn't realize I'd pass them again.

I decided my windshield needed a wash, and so gave my window a nice, long, stream of washer fluid. Of course, some of the spray, and when I say some, I mean the better part of a pint, went right over my roof, and considering the highway speeds, I gave the two ladies a free shower. Funnily enough, they backed off after that. That was our slash petty revenge, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.