rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Stacked Karen's Car on top of Pallets

Episode Date: June 14, 2026

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important truck of the day, getting it unloaded, all of our garbage and returns and extra palettes, cardboard, etc., loaded, and back out the door in time for it to drive halfway around the island and catch the same ferry that it had come on before it left. So time was of the absolute essence. The island is a pretty chill place in the winter, but in the summer it's a rich man's playground. and we often got people parking in our loading bay. So 30 minutes before the truck comes, I always put out three foot tall cones. One day, a lady in a red convertible decides to push aside one of the cones and parks directly in our loading bay.

I saw her do it and ran out after her telling her to move. She refused and went into the store anyhow claiming, I know Danny, the store owner, and he said that it was fine. Well, I also knew Danny, and I knew he didn't see. say that it was fine. But after making repeated announcements and instructing all the cashiers not to let her check out and pay until she moved the car, she came fuming out and moved her car. The next morning, the store owner Danny asked me what happened, and I told him exactly what I'd done as the truck was on its way. He told me that was fine and he would speak to her. Surprise, surprise, she did,

in fact, no Danny. But he had not given her permission to park an hour dock. He did ask me not to tow her car as she was his neighbor. But he said that since it was a convertible, he didn't see why we couldn't just pull her emergency brake and push it out of the way. Which, sure enough, is exactly what we did a week later when she again parked in between my cones and then, facing the loading bay door where I was giving her a clear look, flipped me off. I went inside, got a couple other grocery guys, and after releasing the handbrake on her little red convertible, just pushed it straight across the parking lot. I barely gave her enough room for our truck to get in, and she was completely blocked in for 30 minutes while I unloaded it. She came into the back of the

store as I was unloading trucks, and in order to stop a pallet from hitting her, I had to jam my foot under the pallet jack wheels, causing it to jump over my steel toes and land on my foot. I screamed at her to get out of the loading bay, and she was so shocked she actually did. Well, the next afternoon, when I came in to get some things I needed to finish reporting, which I could do from home, as my shift manager had already approved a couple days off to heal my foot. Danny didn't know any of this yet, as he had just arrived and immediately asked to speak to me. I had already been to the hospital and filled out my workers' comp forms about the injury. Fortunately, my foot wasn't broken, but was extremely badly bruised.

Danny, who was actually a really decent boss, said that he had a complaint from a customer about me, screaming and swearing at a customer and wanted to know my side of the story. I asked if it was the same lady with the red car, and he confirmed it was, which to him confirmed that I had, in fact, screamed at her. I then asked if he had seen the security tapes from the loading dock because there are several cameras. He hadn't, so I told him that until he watched the tapes, I didn't want to say anything. So right in front of me, he pulled up the tape. He saw me on the dock, asking the lady not to park there. He saw her flip me off and leave the car anyhow. A few minutes later, he saw me push her car with the grocery clerks, and then he saw how it was blocked by our truck. Switching to the inside cameras, Danny saw how she pushed right past the employee only doors and barge into the loading bay, and how I'd used my own foot to stop her being smashed by the pallet of milk that I was whizzing down the loading bay.

I literally saved her life with my foot. You couldn't see my foot or what stopped the pallet. Jack, but by then I had my shoe and sock off, and Danny only took one look at my bruised foot to understand the cause for my rather loud yelling that was being shown on the screen. Funny how the red car lady forgot to mention all these things when she was complaining to him. Danny said that if she ever parked in the loading bay again, to call a tow truck immediately, regardless of the time of day. He knew full well that I could have had a much more serious injury because of this lady, And even after having an entire palette of milk on my foot and admittedly screaming at her to get out of the loading bay, I hadn't in fact even sworn at her.

And if I wanted to, I could have used the injury to get a lot more time off work, costing the business a lot of money. Instead of two days, I really did need to feel like I could walk again. While the next week came and went, and sure enough, Friday afternoon, who pulls up and parks not in the loading bay, but in front of the dumpster beside the loading bay, still effectively blocking our truck from making the wide turn to get into the bay? Sure, there's no cones there, but I was done. I didn't even say anything to her as she flipped me off again, like she thinks she won somehow. I called a tow truck, but sadly they were on an accident and couldn't come for an hour. So I grabbed the produce guy and a grocery guy. This time, we were unable to push her car as she had put the top onto it and rolled up the windows. I didn't care. I took

the pallet jack and had the produce guy drag out a few pallets. I put a pallet under her car and using the pallet jack lifted and moved her car all the way across the parking lot and then dropped it onto a stack of two more pallets. Her tires weren't even on the ground. I just left her car like that and then told the tow truck where her car was when he had time. To her credit, she didn't come into my back end screaming like last time. But the same, the same, but the screaming was loud enough that one of the managers called Danny, and he came down to the store, and without even talking to me, just backed me and banned her from the store. I guess she wasn't as good of a friend as she thought. Petty, yes. Rewarding, yes. Danny actually gave me a 10-cent

raise after that, and never told me I did anything wrong. So I guess even he thought that she had crossed a line. This top comment, she got a lift, you got a raise. Sounds perfect to me. Our next Reddit post is from Benihana Christmas. My apartment complex's parking lot already lacks enough spaces to accommodate the number of parking passes they've given out. On average, the parking lot is full by 4 to 5 p.m. And you have to find alternative places to park outside the complex.

A weirdly large group of missionaries, like seven people, parked in our parking lot to knock on everyone's doors and leave flyers asking to come to their LDS Easter services. Some of them were standing around a car getting more flyers from the trunk when I pulled into my complex to park. As I'm circling, I see them all walk out of the complex as a group, leaving their car in a parking space. I let the office managers know, and within an hour, the car was towed, and I can now park my car in the last remaining spot in the complex. The main reason why I'm reading this post is so that I can read this comment down below from Am I Being Trolled. Some church nuts came into town to protest a soldier's funeral. All the tires on their vans were slashed.

Every tire shop and Walmart refused to sell them tires. They had to charter a bus and have their vans towed all the way back to Kansas. All the local towing companies refused the job. Our next Reddit post is from SSR. Several months ago, the house next to me went up for sale and was immediately bought by a house flipper. The very first day the contractor showed up to start painting the brick and put in crappy fake flooring, they dropped a porta potty right on the side of my house next to my house. I come home from a day of work, park my car right in front of my house on the street like I always do.

Get out my car, look down and say, what the hell is all this mud? Mud is all over the street where they unloaded the skid loader, tire tracks right up the sidewalk, and straight through my front lawn, cutting across to where they dropped the damn porta potty. I completely flew off the handle. I yelled at every contractor out there until someone gave me the number of their boss. I was trying to get the owner's number, but the contractor, fine. I called and chewed out both the porta potty company and the contractor.

Both argued with me that I was wrong. So I then parked my little Honda right where they unloaded the skid loader to prevent future unloading. I then drove my truck down to Lowe's and bought a stake and a no trespassing sign. I then put the no trespassing sign right on my property line. I then left my civic in that spot for about one and a half weeks and just drove the truck out of spite. During this time, I had to deal with the contractor's trash making its way to my yard daily, rags, dust masks, etc. I would overhear them laughing how I have my property lines wrong and that my sign is now on their yard. One and a half weeks later, when I get in my little civic, somehow my front week,

windshield is now cracked completely across. The crack has since been progressing all in different directions. Odd how my windshield just magically broke. I'm pretty certain the contractors were mad at me for yelling at them and were throwing random bits of stuff at my car. I can't prove it, so it's a whatever point now. Several months later, they clear out and a for sale sign comes up. Thank God, it might finally be over. I leave my no trespassing sign up anyways. Several months, people come and go looking at the house. And meanwhile, I have my crappy, broken up no trespassing sign flopping in the wind. My ugly civic with a broken windshield sitting right there at the edge of my house basing theirs. Once again, I come home from work one day and my no trespassing sign has been stolen

off my property line. That's it. I'm done with this. I call the realtor company, my blood is pumping. I get the receptionist and I realize this is not her fault. I try to calm down and keep cool with her, but I'm still a bit angry. I'm stern with her and tell her to tell the realtor to get a survey out here, mark the lines, bring back my sign, and apologize. And after she's done with that, the contractor can roll up the sod truck, re-sod my side of the yard, and apologize as well. The receptionist then asked if I wanted the realtor's direct number. I replied that's really not a good idea with how angry I am right now. Just relay the message for me, and I hung up. A couple of days later, I hop in the truck, go down to Lowe's, get bright orange paracord, and a new no trespassing sign. As I get home, my old no trespassing sign is magically back. The realtor waited until I left to return it. I still proceeded to run my property line with my bright orange paracord and a new no trespassing sign. A couple of days later, coincidentally, my civic gets reported to. code enforcement as abandoned. Well, guess what? It's not. I called code enforcement. They were actually really cool with me. I explained it was completely legal and that I drove that car to work that day.

They removed me from the list right away. Today, I got a note tape to my front door. The contractor is trying to apologize now several months later and offering me $500 if I'll just please remove my no trespassing sign so they can sell the house easier. I'm ready to tell them all to go kick rocks. I want this house scalper, sorry, I mean house flipper, to just bleed financially on this house for several months. I won't be calling back for several days, if ever. O.P., to level up your revenge, next time someone comes to look at the house, sit on the front porch in a rocking chair with a shotgun draped across your lap. Also, if you want to take the illegal route, I'm surprised O.P. didn't just throw rocks through the windows of the neighboring house. Without cameras, they would never know it's him,

and they would just lose money every time they have to come back and fix the windows. Our next Reddit post is from El Home Brigato. Last week, a delivery driver for a big construction company parked his truck in the only driving lane on a big city street and proceeded to make his delivery. The bus that I was on was unable to reroute, and then car after car also got caught in the traffic jam. The bus driver, and then some residents all yelled at him that he can't park in the only driving lane. He yelled and said that he's allowed to because he's. making a delivery. I got the name of the company truck and the license. Originally, I was just going to

call and tell the company, but I knew nothing would be done. So I called the company headquarters and said in a kindly old man voice that I had seen the driver of this truck at such and such a time drop a significant amount of cash and that I'd like to return it to the driver. They made some phone calls and eventually the guy calls and says, thanks for finding the cash. And we set up a time to meet back in the city. The driver lived about 30 to 45 minutes away. I gave him the address of the rec center down the block from my house so I could watch his arrival. Once he got there and texted that to the Good Samaritan, I said that I was picking up a prescription and could he wait a bit? I see him get out of the car, smoke, and probably think of how he's going to spend the $1,800 that he never even dropped.

After 25 minutes and a few apologetic texts, I tell him I'm inside the rec center. He gets out of the car and goes inside. Several calls ensue and I don't answer. He walks back to the car and I text that I saw him but was on the other side of the rec center and using crutches so I couldn't catch him. He walks back inside. Several more calls and texts. Now he's getting pissed.

He stomps back to his car and I call him, now using my real voice and tell him, sorry man, I know waiting sucks. Remember that delivery you made on Blank Street on Monday? Well, I was in the bus that had to wait for you. Now, you just waited for money that was never real, and by the way, I'm watching you from my house right now, you fat butthole. He turns so bright red, I can see it. He calls and texts threats several times, but I don't reply. The last few days, I've called him from a hotel lobby guest phone just to tell him and leave a voicemail that he should never block the street, and I hope he didn't need the cash. That was our slash petty revenge, and if you

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