rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Tricked Karen into Wrecking Her Car

Episode Date: November 30, 2024

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The other day I was delivering fuel to a gas station. This station was set up where the tank access lids are right by the parking spots. For me to be in a position to dump fuel, I need to block all the parking spots in front of the building. There's usually one or two cars in the way, and I can usually patiently wait until I'm clear to pull in. If it's a busy time of the day, I put cones up as cars leave to prevent anyone else from pulling up until I moved into position.

But this time, a lady in a Tesla absolutely could not handle parking 50 feet away, and she just had to move my cone to park right in front of the door. I hopped out of my truck and went inside to ask her to move so I could deliver the gas, and she told me, get bent, you can wait until I'm done here. So, I pulled my truck in behind her car with about 2 inches to spare between my truck axles and her bumper. I set my brake and began hooking up hoses to unload the gas. Since I couldn't park in the ideal position, I had to use a hole that was more narrow but longer, which limited my flow rate by about 33%. No sooner than 5 seconds after I've opened my valve to start the fuel delivery, this woman comes out screaming that she's in a hurry, and I need to move the truck before

she calls the cops for harassment. I told her, Get bent, you can wait until I'm done here. She asked me how long it would take. I told her that, normally, you can wait until I'm done here. She asked me how long it would take. I told her that normally it would be about 45 minutes, but since I had to use my smaller hose, it'd be about an hour 15 minutes. She stormed off and got in her car and called the cops. About 10 minutes later, two cops arrive and ask what the problem is.

She wants me arrested for harassment. The gas station employee sides with me, saying the woman was rude and belligerent and I'm just here to do my job. The cops tell her that she's just gonna have to wait and they leave. I took my sweet time unloading and doing my paperwork. All total, she waited an hour and a half before I moved my truck and left. As I was waiting to pull out of the parking lot, she zoomed around me and pulled out into the street, directly into the path of oncoming traffic. She was T-boned by a lifted pickup with heavy-duty cattle guard bumper.

Her Tesla was totaled, and the pickup was completely unscathed. She wasn't injured, but I almost had an asthma attack from laughing so hard. Our next Reddit post is from is mayowaninstrument. Yesterday I was flying to America from the UK and a mother and her apparent 18 year old daughter were sitting next to me. The teenager looked younger, but the mother gave her alcohol during the flight that she had ordered, so who knows. The whole flight, the daughter had her shoes off and kept elbowing and kicking me with her stinky sock feet while talking loudly. At one point I was asleep and the daughter kicked me awake and slapped me with her jacket. Right before landing, the two of them were physically fighting, play or not, I don't know,

and I got hit a few times and I told them to be civilized. Now for my pettiness. As soon as the fasten seatbelt sign came off, they got up and were obviously trying to force their way off the plane early. We were in row 37 at the very back of the plane. I threw down my table and kept watching my program, trapping them and told them, patience is a virtue, we'll be last off anyways. They were not pleased. When the rows in front were clearing out, I waited till the last second to close up

and as I got my back out of the overhead, I put it on my seat blocking them again. And I accidentally hit the daughter with my jacket on the way out of the overhead keeping her back. There was a very large family behind us that made their way behind me in the aisle blocking them in again. I didn't see them at the baggage claim until 5 minutes after I'd made it. It didn't affect them a lot, but sure made me feel good. It's the little things in life. Our next Reddit post is from CompileCommit. Our next reddit post is from compile commit. So this happened to my cousin two months ago. He was flying from Amidabad to Kolkata on Indigo Airlines.

Since he's tall, I made sure to book him an exit row aisle seat well in advance and I even paid extra for it. Fast forward to the day of the flight. He boards, finds his row, and he sees someone sitting right in his seat. The entire row is filled, but there's clearly been a seat snatcher situation. Undeterred, he approaches this Karen. Excuse me, I believe that's my seat. She barely glances up. No, there's no way. I always book the aisle seat.

Maybe you're just in the wrong row? Mind checking? Look, this is my seat. Maybe you're mistaken. Well, my ticket says this seat. Let's check with a flight attendant, shall we? My cousin heads to the front of the plane and explains the situation to an attendant. She confirms that the seat is indeed his. But, instead of escalating, my cousin decides to play it cool. He returns to Karen with a new idea. I spoke to the attendant. She confirmed that it's my seat. But since you seem certain, she's offered me a complimentary upgrade to Business Class. Karen is suddenly interested. Business Class? Really? Yeah, though honestly,

I prefer the leg room in the exit row. Would you want to switch and take the upgrade? Oh absolutely! Great. Just go to the front and let the attendant know that you're taking the business class upgrade meant for the passenger in 13C and she'll get you all set. Karen hops up immediately, smugly grabs her bags, and struts to the front. My cousin finally takes his rightful seat, and as he chats with the other passengers, they reveal they've been irritated by Karen's antics too. He shows them his boarding pass, confirming he's exactly where he's supposed to be. The twist? This particular Indigo flight didn't even have business class seats. My cousin

knew that. So when Karen confidently asks the flight attendant for her upgrade, the attendant just looks at her in total confusion. Realizing something's off, Karen storms back, visibly irritated, and confronts my cousin. Excuse me, you said there was an upgrade to business class. Huh? Are you talking to me? Obviously, you told me to go up there and ask for a business class seat. Why would I do that?

Because I was, uh, sitting in your seat, and you said, why were you in my seat? I clearly have 13C on my boarding pass. Where's yours? Karen's now flustered, trying to explain herself, but a fellow passenger jumps in. He's not lying, that's his seat alright. The flight attendant is now visibly exasperated and politely asks Karen to show her boarding pass. Karen rolls her eyes dramatically, muttering under her breath about the incompetence of the airline staff. She makes a big show of digging through her purse, then her carry-on, and even her coat

pocket, all the while huffing and sighing loudly as if everyone around her were wasting her precious time. After a few minutes of this performance, she finds her boarding pass but clutches it tightly, refusing to hand it over. She then spins around to face my cousin, looking livid. You! This is all your fault! First you tried to steal my seat and now you're embarrassing me in front of the entire plane!

The flight attendant says, Ma'am, please just show me the boarding pass so we can sort this out quickly. Do you know how much I fly? How often I choose aisle seats because I need them? But today I have to deal with some random guy who thinks he can just barge in and claim my seat. Her voice is growing louder, and passengers around them are beginning to shift uncomfortably. By now, Karen's frustration has transformed into a full blown rant, complete with finger

pointing and accusations. She goes after everyone, the airline for hiring incompetent staff, the attendants for not knowing anything, and my cousin who she calls a liar and a cheat. The flight attendant attempts to calm her down, reminding her that they're causing a delay, but Karen is relentless, her voice escalating with every second that passes. She accuses the airline of disrespecting loyal passengers and shouts that she'll file a complaint so big they'll lose their jobs. By now, nearly 20 minutes have gone by and passengers around her are beginning to sigh

and check their watches. Eventually, the captain is informed of the situation and comes over to assess the problem. Ma'am, we need you to show your boarding pass right now, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave the plane. Karen is shocked! Her face flushes as she realizes that her show isn't working. She finally hands over the boarding pass to the captain, who glances at it and then looks back at her with raised eyebrow. Ma'am, this says 22B. Your seat is 9 rows back, and it's a middle seat. There's a stunned silence as Karen's face goes pale. She tries one last-ditch excuse. This is just… It's so unfair. I'm under a lot of stress, and I just can't sit in the middle seat.

I need an upgrade for this horrible experience." Ma'am, either go to your assigned seat, or you'll need to de-board. Defeated, Karen finally gathers her things, her face burning red with embarrassment as she walks down the aisle towards her actual seat in 22B. Along the way, she keeps muttering curses under her breath, shooting daggers back at my cousin and the flight crew. Meanwhile, my cousin settles back into his rightful seat, and the flight finally prepares for takeoff. Our next Reddit post is from Demonic Cheetah.

I've worked in software sales for the bulk of my career. About ten years ago, my company was hosting its annual user conference in Las Vegas. As a sales guy, I pretty much had carte blanche on expenses as long as it involved clients. Expensive dinners, drinks, tables at clubs, etc. The only unbreakable rule was that we couldn't pay for strippers. Having been in the industry long enough, I realized what guys would do to get around this. It was common for them to explain this to a manager at a strip club, and then they would have the girls tips added to the bottle service. Even with that loophole,

I never thought that it was a good idea to play that game, nor did I think it was a good idea to go to strip club with clients. It was never a good look in my mind. I was roughly 27 at the time, and one of the older guys, Jim, in his 40s, was the typical sleazy sales guy. He would tell half-truth to prospects, overcharge them, oversell them, etc. He was the type that creates a hassle for the services and implementation teams, but he still got paid so he didn't care. And when he got to Vegas, Jim would go crazy entertaining clients and himself. Sometimes he would go to dinner by himself, but say some senior VP was with him, and he

also abused the stripper loophole. One of the reasons why he tried to get people to go to the strip club with him each night was that he had a very conservative wife. She made their kids go to a local Christian school, and the family went to church every Sunday. She hated the annual trips to Vegas, to the point that he would tell stories that he wasn't allowed to bring his suitcase in the house. He had to leave it in the garage where the laundry room was and she would wash his clothes and then sanitize the washing machine. On the last night of the

conference, he organized a shuttle from one of the big strip clubs to pick up a group. There were some open seats that he was trying to fill to meet the minimum commitment for free entry to the club. Chim saw me speaking to a client and invited us, but I declined. He started mocking me about being scared of pretty ladies, or that I would probably nut the first time one of them touched me. This would have normally not bothered me, but he did this in front of my client. I stated, I don't want to go because I don't think it's professional.

He left, I bought my client another round, and we joked about the douchebag. Then I was on my own, and I decided to walk the strip a bit and head to bed early due to an early morning flight. If you've ever been to Vegas, there are people on the sidewalk handing out cards that are essentially ads for escorts. They legally can't speak to you, so they slap the cards in your hand to get your attention. After a few drinks, I started taking a few. Fast forward to the next morning when Jim and I were sitting in the airport waiting

for our flight. He had stayed out till 3 or 4am and was a complete mess and totally hungover. I was fully enjoying his condition. At one point, he went to the bathroom and asked me to watch his bag. When he was out of sight, I added those escort cards into his bag. When his wife went to do her laundry routine when he got home, she was not happy. She didn't believe in divorce, but they were suddenly going to church three times a week, and had a weekly counseling session with their pastor. This also led to Jim dropping out of his weekly golf league.

He was telling us all the story at the office looking for sympathy, and he swore he never took those cards, but couldn't remember since he was so drunk. Our next reddit post is from Carer. For context, I live in Germany which has extremely strong tenants rights. I've been living in my apartment for about 8 years now. About one year after I first moved in, I got a letter from the company that owns my apartment building. In short, it said, Dear OP, We're canceling your existing rental contract.

If you wish to continue renting this apartment, please sign this new contract with higher rent, or move out within 30 days. This scared the hell out of me! I was living in a city where the rent prices were skyrocketing, and I had only just managed to find a long term apartment that I could afford. As soon as I began looking at my options, it became clear that I was either going to have to fight what was essentially an eviction or move back to the US and start building my life again after I'd finally found some stability. After I asked around a bit, someone tipped me off to something called a Meter Verain, which is essentially a non-profit group that advocates for tenants' rights and gives its members the opportunity to get legal advice regarding their rights as tenants.

I looked up one near me and booked it over to their office. I explained my situation, filled out some paperwork, and went to speak with the group's lawyer. I showed her the letter and my current contract, and she looked it over for a few minutes without saying a word. After what felt like an eternity, she looked at me and said in her most diplomatic German legalese, You have nothing to worry about. This letter is bullshit. She then turned to a page of the contract and pointed out a single line in it.

No changes may be made to this contract unless both parties consent to the proposed changes. In other words, as long as I refuse to sign the new contract, they can't do anything to me. The group's lawyer then sent a letter on my behalf to the company. I received a copy of it from my records, and essentially, it told the company that they would find themselves in some major trouble with the government if they continued to pursue this matter further. About a month went by and I heard nothing further.

Then one day, a letter from the company arrived. The company basically admitted defeat and tried to cover its tail by saying the letter was sent in error by an employee who is no longer with the company. For the next seven years, this became an annual ritual. The company sends an ominous letter telling me that I'm getting kicked out. I forward the letter to the lawyers and the lawyers send them a letter telling them to stick the letter where the sun don't shine. And then after attempt number 8, the lawyers send them another letter telling them to cut

the garbage and stop sending these letters every year. I haven't heard from them since. That was r 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.