rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge Karen VS Muddy Dog

Episode Date: January 28, 2026

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Listen to this guy, argue with his wife about ticket costs on Southwest Airlines. Whether his mother needing wheelchair assistance would allow them all to board early, long-term parking costs, etc. His wife had her brother join the call, and they all start screaming at each other in their native dialect. My friend and I are giving this guy glares, and he just glares back and keep shouting.

So I got up, took the booth on the other side of this man, with the booth now between my coworker and I, and I called my coworker. He immediately understood. Put me on speaker, I put him on speaker, and we start shouting at each other. I don't care what time it is! I'm having French toast! I hope they do the thing where they give you the extra milkshake in the metal cup! The waitress comes to our table and immediately understands what's going on. The random guy and his family are all agitated, and we can hear him yelling louder into his phone with one hand over his ear.

I'm shouting my order through the phone, and my coworker is relaying it to the waitress six feet away. She goes along with it. Ask your friend how he takes his eggs. How do you want your eggs? Scramble! This goes on for two solid minutes until the guy stands up, shouts, you effing buttholes, and storms out. We're laughing, and the waitress is laughing.

We gave her a giant tip and ate in peace. That's my only real petty revenge. Our next Reddit post is from gullible volume. There was a woman living next to my house. She had a big dog. Every morning, she let the dog loose near my side of the fence. Slowly, my plants started getting damaged. Soil everywhere.

Some flowers completely gone. At first, I thought maybe street dogs or kids did this, but one day I saw it clearly. Her dog was digging near my plants while she was standing there on her phone. I told her about this once very politely. She said, dogs do these things and laughed a little. After that, nothing changed. I fixed the plants again. I put up a small fence.

Still, whenever her dog came out, somehow it ended up damaging my side. She never stopped it. So I stopped saying anything. Instead, I started watering my plants very early in the morning with extra water. The ground near the fence stayed muddy for hours. After a few days, her dog came again. This time, it slipped in the mud and got completely dirty. She had to clean it, wash her floor, everything.

This happened more than once. After that, she stopped bringing the dog near my side of the fence. My plans are fine now. I never said anything, and she also never laughed again. Her next Reddit posts is from VLC Insanity Player. I've had my current phone number for about two years, and for a while, I would often get phone calls and messages from all sorts of people asking for a Tom. Despite all my best efforts to tell Tom and his contacts they have the wrong number, they wouldn't listen.

Eventually, Tom started giving out my number to real estate agents and other businesses to annoy me. At this point, I got sick of the BS, so the next time someone called me asking for a Tom, I would message them back and tell them, hey, it's Tom, sorry, I can't answer your call. I'm getting my butt blown out at a furry convention right now. It took me sending this message twice for me to get several missed phone calls from whom I presume is Tom quite upset at me. Then I never got anyone calling me looking for Tom again. Down in the comments, we have this story from Evil Skies. I used to have some guy do the same thing for his construction business.

For all of his delivery confirmations, he gave them my number. Eventually, I got fed up and told someone on the phone that I was sick of their garbage, and if I saw them at my job site again, I would beat them up. No clue how it ended. But I haven't gotten a delivery confirmation since. I like to imagine I caused a fistfight. Then this reply from Cakeover, I kept getting group texts about upcoming Little League baseball games.

Twice, I responded with, You got the wrong number. Please remove my number from your calling list, and I was ignored. After a few more group chats, there was one where everyone was listing what they were bringing to the potluck. I responded, I guess I'll bring the cocaine and hookers. Never got another text from them.

Another story from Honeybee. I had a similar situation with someone using my email. My email is just my first and last name, but this woman in the United States kept using my email for spam, mostly shipping, which means I got a lot of spam email. So I started trying to cancel the orders when they came through. Some of them I couldn't, but I canceled two orders, one for a very expensive snowboard, and another for a crazy expensive snowsuit. I just replied to the email to contact customer services, and once those two orders were canceled, I had to be a very expensive snowboard, I had to be a crazy expensive snowsuit. I just replied to the email to I haven't had another misplaced email since.

And then Frozen Island says, Same, a guy with a name like mine uses my email a lot. He cursed me out for complaining when I found his actual email once. He still used my email. I canceled a rental car for a vacation that he took last month. Another from Orange Mustang gal. My husband got a number that previously belonged to Colton. This Colton just wouldn't stop giving out his old number.

It was annoying, but not intolerable, until the collection call started coming. They refused to accept that my husband was not Colton. They finally stopped after he said things like, Well, come get the truck. You should have known better than to loan me money. Another from Shotgun. Some guy in Oregon kept giving out my email. I would usually reply with,

Hey, you got the wrong email. Please reach out to get the correct one. This guy must be a high-ranking member of his church because I started getting dozens of emails about a remodel of the church. They wouldn't listen, and I got fed up with it. So, I got one email about some pricing differences on a product, and I approved the product that was $50,000 more expensive. I stopped getting emails after that.

Our next Reddit post is from Uncle Heavy. About 22 years ago, I was buying an old farmhouse and land that had been on the market for two years. I liked what I saw, knew there was going to be a ton of work to make it habitable, but I was willing to put in the time and money to do it. I contacted their agent and everything was going swimmingly. 48 hours from completing the contract, and what do you know? A new buyer has offered 30,000 pounds over my offer. But the sellers like me, so if I can go 5,000 pounds above that,

the agent is sure that I will be able to get the house. Now, my parents were many things, but they did not bring me up to be a fool. and I was well aware that I was being played, and the agent was trying to inflate his commission. I simply told the estate agent to advise the sellers to take the increased bed, and, to make it easier, I was withdrawing my offer immediately. I was willing to take the financial loss of all the surveys, because I didn't like being screwed over by anyone. I wish I was a fly on the wall to see how that conversation went.

By chance, I saw the sellers in town about three months later, and they said they hoped that I was recovering from my illness that had forced me to withdraw from the sale. Yeah, that was genuinely the story the estate agent had come up with. Now, I could have nodded and smiled, but I decided to tell them the truth instead, that their estate agent had tried to squeeze me for an additional 35,000 pounds, and that because of his actions, the property was still for sale. Long story short, we had a chat, and they were willing to say, to me. And since I had all the paperwork and surveys ready to go, they could pull the property

from the market, and we could just get solicitors to do their bit and conduct it as a private sale. So, that's what we did. I got my house, the seller's got a fair price, and the agent didn't get a penny. Was it petty? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. O.P., you should have also reported it, because more than likely that's a licensed profession, and that kind of lie could lose the license. Our next credit post is from Wake Me Up. The company I worked for allowed for two people per work team to be out on paid time off at a time. Anyone else would be put on a wait list. They also awarded paid time off by seniority, meaning if three people all wanted the day off, then the two who had been with the company the longest would get it. Q my coworker, who was a non-practicing Jew.

She requested all the Jewish holidays off, along with all the Christian holidays. Since she was the first request, she got them all. She wouldn't trade a single one, although many people on the team had very young children and could have certainly used paid time off around Easter and Christmas. So the next year of paid time off starts, and five of us decided to come in bright and early the day pay time off opens for requests. We proceed to put in requests for every single Christian and Jewish holiday. We also took summer holidays and put in some Mondays and Fridays off for long weekends.

Our coworker arrives at her usual 9 a.m. start time, and is is very upset to see that all the holidays and summer weekends are not available for her. She throws a toddler tantrum about it going to HR. We all got pulled into a meeting about it, but in the end, there was nothing anyone could do because we all followed the rules. She always requested trades, and nobody would trade with her. The following year, they put in a rule that if you had a specific holiday off the year before, you couldn't have it again the following year.

So the five of us simply rotated our holidays. Our co-worker once again got nothing good. Our next credit post is from Fresh Nectarine. It's the holidays, so the company I work for gets a lot of gift baskets from our clients and vendors. I work in a department that because of the work we do, we rarely get gifts and treats unless one of the other department shares their gifts with us. Thankfully, someone shared a couple of baskets with nuts, candies, crackers, etc. The VP has been coming into our office almost every day to pick from our gift baskets. He doesn't do this to any of the other departments, and I've seen him get a couple of baskets himself and never share them. We had an unopened basket, and he opened it, then chose the most expensive item, a bag of

pistachios, and ripped into it stealing some of our pistachios. Then he said, I love the rich man's nuts. This guy makes five times what I'm. do. When the opportunity came for him to fight for raises for us, he didn't. And now he's coming into our office and stealing our gifts and eating our rich man nuts. This cannot continue. I decided that I'm going to eat every single pistachio. I don't particularly like pistachios or nuts, but I'm not going to let him come in here and steal my rich man nut. I'm going to eat them all myself and enjoy every single last minute of it. I've eaten four sleeves of nuts. The

The basket is now empty. My body doesn't feel good, but my pride is intact knowing that I'm full of rich man nut while he can't take anymore. Well, O.P., I'd like to point out that if your boss is rich enough, then he automatically has two rich man nuts. And he can eat all the rich man nut he wants whenever he wants. Our next credit post is from Omega. A long-standing client of mine went through personnel and management changes over the past year. Attitudes shifted. One of the new hires was dismissive and rude to me in a Zoom meeting. To be clear, for something that was their fault.

I noticed I wasn't being consulted as often, which is fine. That's how life goes. New management contacted me for help. I quoted them one hour of my time. They fought back, questioning how I kept my time and where my time was going. They refused to pay. So I ghosted them. Over the next couple of months, I received one to two follow-up emails per week and at least

five calls. All went straight to voicemail. Eventually, they relented and asked for an invoice. Nope. They stalked me on social media. I blocked them. I sent them another invoice for a different fee, a long-established annual recurring cost. I told them non-payment would result in revoking a license. They refused to pay the recurring fee, but pleaded with me again on the other matter. I gave no response and today I revoked their license. And they're still stuck with their original problem. Moral of the story, if you want someone's work, pay them. They spent hours wasting time and quibbling over nothing when they could have simply paid a small fee to get the job done. That was our slash petty revenge. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast

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