rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge My Mom Stole My Car, So I Hid Dead Fish In It!

Episode Date: January 10, 2021

r/Pettyrevenge In today's episode, OP's entitled mom decides to steal OP's car, even though OP is the one who made all the payments for it. OP was just a teenager when she first bought the car, so OP's mom was able to trick her by convincing OP to put the car in the mom's name, which enabled her to steal it after OP made the last payment. OP wasn't about to accept this without a fight, so she hid dead fish in the car's upholstery. Enjoy your stinky ride! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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where OP gets revenge against a car thief. Our next Reddit post is from Internal Researcher. I went out to eat at a local fast food place before going to work. When I arrived, the parking lot was full except for one space, This is from Internal Researcher. I went out to eat at a local fast food place before going to work. When I arrived, the parking lot was full except for one space, but some inconsiderate buffoon had parked across the line. I wasn't about to make myself late waiting for another space to open up. Thankfully, there was enough room for me to pull into this last space, which was next

to the driver's door of the other car. My driver's door was next to the curve, so I had no trouble getting out. While I was inside waiting for my food, a woman came inside upset that someone had parked blocking her in. The manager went outside with her to look. While they were out there, my order was called, so I took my food and sat down to eat. My table was right next to the door. They came back in, and I heard the manager tell her there's nothing you could do because the other car is clearly parked in a single space. She proceeded to go table to table asking whose car that was because she needed to leave. For some reason she never stopped at my table.

After asking at a few tables, she gave up and went outside and sat on the front of her car. After I finished my meal, I walked out and got in my car. As I was walking to my car, I heard her on the phone talking presumably to our boss telling him that she was going to be late. I just drove away without even acknowledging her. And then OP clarifies, a common question in the comments was, why didn't she just get in the passenger side and slide over? Three reasons. One, she was a very large woman. Two, it was a compact car. Three, as I walked past her car, I saw that it was

rather full of clutter, so there was no room to even get in the passenger's side, let alone move across. Down in the comments, we have this reply from deleted. You got her without… HIM crossing the line. Our next reddit post is from Real Ovi. The people who live below me and my apartment complex were apparently vampires. They would begin their evenings at about 11 p.m. and go to bed around 7 a.m. which was the

exact opposite of my sleep schedule. Loud bass, tons of people over smoking, just bad apartment neighbors. We learned to deal with it, they got a couple of noise complaints from the other neighbors and generally they got quieter the longer they lived there. However, they had comically loud, passionately hugging. Like, it sounded like two elephants jumping on top of each other. The walls were thumped, both parties screamed the whole time, just way over the top. It felt like they were trying to be jerks about it as if they dared us to call the landlord

to complain that they were loudly passionately hugging. It was a lot like that scene in forgetting Sarah Marshall where Jason Seagal and Mila Kunis were trying to one up Kristen Bell and Russell Brand. After a couple of sleepless nights, my roommate and I exacted our revenge. We got a cheap, small karaoke machine at Goodwill and tied an extension cord around it. The next time the loud passionate hugging happened, we lowered our karaoke machine outside their open window and started doing a play byby-play. Obviously we couldn't see them, so we just made it up based on their noises. Oh my god, can he put it in her butt? That's an expert move. Are those rubber sheets squeaking? It's about to get wet in here. Here we go, it's time for the big finish. Oh wow, that's a hall

of fame-worthy skit. It took just one night of this for them to knock it off. And down in the comments we have a similar story from Gottwool X. Years ago my boss had a couple who moved into a apartment above her. Their bedroom was directly above hers, and every other night she could hear them getting rowdy. She said something discreetly to them because she was worried her sons might hear them too. They brushed her off because they assumed she was just being a bigot because they were

lesbians. So, the next time she heard them, she started repeating and allowed did pan everything they said back up the ceiling. Oh yeah. Oh yeah! God yes, right there. God yes, right there! And so on.

It took that time and once more about a week later to get them to quiet down, but it worked great. I tried the technique on a freaking neighbor years later. He just bashed on the wall and told me if I didn't shut up, I was next. Our next Reddit post is from Rarist Pringle. I ran to the store to get a few things from my lunch break today. I didn't have much time, but I still respect the protocols of the store. Going down the aisles of proper way, social distancing, etc.

A woman in the store kept going their wrong way down the aisles with her husband. She kept getting in the way of me and my boys and kept saying, It can you move every single time. I can't stress enough that even with huge arrows on the ground, she kept specifically making it out like it was my mission to get in her way. I've politely moved each time and being an anxious person even said sorry once or twice. Well, I get to the baking aisle and I see the Karen again. Again, going the wrong way. And again, she tells me to get out of her way. This time was special though. You see this time she tells her husband,

oh, they have caramel and dark chocolate sauces left. When she moves out of the way, grab them. They had one left of each. Did I know they existed before? No. Did I grab the last ones and also grab the last chocolate caramel just in case? Absolutely. Alright, so this is a cool story and everything, but hold on a second, there are arrows and grocery stores now. I'm gonna be honest with you, I haven't been to the grocery store in over a year. Obviously it's important to quarantine, but I'm effectively a professional voice actor, so if I get COVID then in addition to the health risks, I also can't do my job for like 2 or 3 weeks.

So as a result, I've been using grocery delivery services for the past year, so I didn't even know there were arrows in grocery stores. Can anyone in the comments explain what's going on? Because I don't really get it. I'm assuming that there's like 2 lanes of arrows, one going one way and the other going the other way so that people have their own lane of traffic in each aisle. But I don't really understand how that helps with COVID because you're still passing by each other so how do those arrows help anyone?

Our next bread of posters from the lady did. This is a really dumb one, but it was satisfying so why not share it? I'm a university student working a supermarket job that's just slightly above minimum wage. It's a nice enough job and the managers and colleagues are friendly, so I don't mind doing it. The customers are a mixed bag though. Every single week without fail, this old woman comes in and asks for four gluten-free pizzas with triple mushrooms and triple bacon. She always arrives super late into the shift. Normally when we're running out of ingredients and are about to close,

and it's usually hit or miss whether we have gluten-free bases in store. And she'd better believe she blames me when this happens. I don't mind taking large orders, but it's pretty inconvenient especially when she comes so late in the evening. Worse still, she always has an attitude and is overall a nightmare to deal with. I've always worked with the role that a customer's polite and nice to me, I'll return the favor and be nice back. This might mean I give them extra toppings, or I'll work in the presentation a little more for them.

Normally it just means I'll be friendly or treat them. Similarly, if a customer is being a grunt, I'll put the bare minimum effort into whatever task I'm doing for them. I finished at the same time every week, 8 p.m. Today at about 7.15 I was closing my department. I had already covered the pizza ingredients, put away the utensils, etc. Midway through cleaning, the Omega Karen rules up to the counter. I apologize and explain that I'm closing down and that I've finished at 8pm. She immediately starts complaining that she was told they were open until 9pm. I tell her that the store is open until 9, but the pizza department closes at 8pm at

the latest. And since I'm only working up until that point, I have to close everything down an hour earlier. She gets even angrier and walks off before returning maybe 5 seconds later after the thought of a sad, pizza-less night flashes through her tiny brains, and she tells me something along the lines of, no, you do have enough time. Stop cleaning and make me my pizza's, you don't close until you've done that. I argued back a little bit, but she was getting irritable, and as much as I like arguing with sucky customers, I don't want to get in trouble with my managers. So I just look at

her and say, I'll go to the freezer and see if I have any gluten-free bases. So I did back to the warehouse, knowing full well that we do have gluten-free bases, and I just till there for about 10 minutes or so. I catch up with the warehouse team, check my phone, you know the rest. When I feel like enough time has passed, I head back and she's still waiting there. With the most dead pan voice I can muster, I just said, we don't have any of the gluten-free bases. The look of anger and defeat that flashed across her face was so satisfying. She kind of just threw her hands up before leaving leaving and I got back to finishing cleaning up.

The thing is, I don't mind making later orders for customers. It's super inconvenient and making late pizza means I have to re-sanitize the surfaces, reclaim the utensils, etc. But if somebody's polite to me, I respect the urge for a late night pizza. If a customer's gonna be a dick though, there's no way in hell I'm gonna make that pizza. I will go out of my way to make sure they can't have it. Opie, I totally respect your petty revenge against this woman, but I'm gonna be honest with you. If I came into a supermarket that was open until 9 p.m. and the pizza place was open until 8 p.m.

and it was 7-15 p.m. then yeah, I would expect to be able to buy a pizza. So like I said, I do respect your petty revenge here, but I better give you one out of five buttholes on this one. Fandule Casinos' exclusive live dealer studio has your chance at the number one feeling. Winning, which beats even the 27th best feeling, saying I do. Who wants to slash parachute? I do. Enjoy the number one feeling.

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Questions like, where's the data going? Is it secure? Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure? Get answers you can trust from Salesforce at askmorevei.com. Our next reddit posted from this is my username. So I worked at a company that had serious problems

with appropriate authority. In our office, the office manager would routinely say terrible things about the company and encourage a text to quit and leave, etc. When I was hired, this office manager was looking for another job and she was letting the text do whatever they wanted. I was hired as a supervisor and discovered several ethical violations and the quality of work from the text was extremely poor. We had this one tech who was just flat out nasty. She was bigger and she tried to physically intimidate another supervisor who was very sure by standing up over her and getting into her personal space, because a supervisor

called her out on trying to punish someone else. Basically, they got all pissed because they were allowed for who knows how long to do whatever they wanted, and when I showed up and said you have to do your jobs They didn't like me. So one day the next level up supervisor decides that we have to fill out a Rubric on how well the techs are doing their jobs. Of course I get stuck with the nasty B-word. I do my job, fill it out and give it to her to sign. She signs it, but acts like I took a giant dump in her cereal. Definitely a... How dare you tell me how to do my job sort of situation. She began saying really nasty things about me to corporate,

saying I'm terrible and mean to her, saying I'm not providing enough supervision, never mind she was constantly canceling, so I would show up and she wouldn't be there. And she changed schedules with clients when she didn't have the authority to do so. She was a loud mouth, so someone who didn't like her told me all about how she was trash talking me.

Tired of all this BS, I said screw it, I quit and started my own company. I have been very happy since. Cue my petty revenge. A year later I'm hiring from my company as I'm expanding, and guess who applies to work for me. Yup, nasty B word. I can't tell you how much pleasure I got out of declining her application and clicking that she was unqualified to apply.

OP, you turned her down digitally? I can't believe you didn't call her in for an interview so you could watch her squirm in person. Our next reddit posted from Darth Vader Vader. When I was 15, I began working and by the time I was 17, I had enough money to buy my first car. Me being young and stupid,

when my mother and stepdad said they were tiling it in their name for insurance and registration purposes, I didn't question it. Six months later, they're divorcing. When the divorce was finalized, my mother informed me that my car, which I paid for was going to my ex-stepdad When the divorce was finalized, my mother informed me that MY car, which I paid for, was going to my ex-stept out in the divorce, since it was registered as joint property

between them. I was furious! The car looked nice on the exterior, but burned through a quart of oil every two days, and drove horribly, but it was still MY car. The week before my ex-stept out was due to pick it up, I quit putting oil in it. I drove around town extra that week. To top off my revenge, my friend had a goldfish die. It was a pretty big fish, three to four inches long. I asked for it. The morning of my car being taken in July, I cut the yellow foam beneath the passenger

seat. The foam was sticky, abrasive, and resealed easily due to the stickiness. I cut the foam and stuff the dead fish into the padding and pushed it as far over as I could. Then, the foam stuck back together quite nicely. He showed up with his girlfriend. His girlfriend was as mysterious, thus causing the divorce. And he made a big show of giving MY car as a gift to her.

I just smiled. I wish I knew how well the car went over hours later in the hot July weather, but I can only imagine. And then down in the comments we have a similar story from seriously Jan. Aren't these great parents? My mom co-signed for my older sister's car. And when the last payment was made, mom got the pink slip at her house, and then finally stole the car from my sister's place of employment and sold it. My mom never made a payment on that car. So when my younger sister needed a car, my mom offered a co-sign.

My older sister warned her, don't do it. My younger sister felt that wouldn't happen to her, but she got the exact same MO. Our mom stole the car from my younger sister's place of employment and sold it after all the payments were made. The police were called because my sister thought that her car was stolen until she got a call from her mom stating that she was taking her car back. Yeah, she was a great mom. Our next reddit post is from equivalent river. Ever since I switched my phone number, I've been getting text messages meant for someone else.

I've gotten everything from my email password being changed to some random dude been mowing your $50. I know her first and last name. I've spoken with her family too many times to count. It's gotten really frustrating. I tried to do this a nice way, but the message just won't get through to her. So, today I decided to do something about it. I got a text message informing me of her eyebrow wax appointment. At first I tried to cancel it, but the message wouldn't go through, so now I have a master plan. I rescheduled her appointment, which would have been about 10 minutes ago as of writing this.

I'm just going to keep rescheduling her appointments until she gets the effing hint. Down in the comments, we have a similar story from Custler Fan. I've had my number for 16 years. About 4 years ago, I started getting calls from numerous places trying to reach Crystal. It was everything from doctors to hair stylists to collection agencies. Then, the credit card company started calling. I told them that it would appear that someone is trying to defraud them by purposefully giving them wrong information. When a day spot texted me an appointment reminder two weeks in the future I replied with, let's add a Brazilian wax and anal bleaching to the tab.

I am starting to get a little messy back there. The day after the appointment, I got a call from the spa saying that she missed her appointment, but still owed for the services. I said, she had an unfortunate accident last week involving a potato, Vaseline, and a power drill. She's in a lot of pain right now, but will contact you soon once a stitches heel. I got a call from the woman herself two weeks later, yelling about how I'd embarrass her at the spot, and that the credit card companies had all canceled her accounts, and that

I should pay for it. I told her, well, I've been fielding calls for you for over a year. I got tired of it, and that was the only way I figured I would get them to stop. Besides, you obviously knew that it was the wrong number since 4 credit card companies, plus your doctor's office, stylist, payday loan plays, collection agency, and now you have called me at the same number. Go ahead, to your worst. The call is tapered off pretty quickly after that. That was our slash Petty Revenge, and if you liked this content, check out my Patreon where I publish extra episodes.

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