rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge Scam Me? I'll Ruin Your Business!

Episode Date: December 15, 2025

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Our next Reddit post is from Apostate. Early in my career, I worked as an engineer for a defense contractor for about four years, getting my typical 2% to 4% raises and standard promotions that take years and years to qualify for. I realized that in my current role, I was pretty much maxed out for the foreseeable future, and I'd be scraping by for years more. So I tried to get on the management track and got given a project in general, position to prove myself. I managed a team of four engineers, a designer, and two admins, and we designed and manufactured a system that made $1.6 million in sales in our first year of work.

We got the company a patent, and were nominated by the U.S. Air Force and became finalists as the Department of Defense Contractor Technical Team of the Year. And we were flown into D.C. for a big awards ceremony. I spent 100 days away from my family that year, traveling to test locations, customers, vendors, etc. It was brutal, but we were wildly successful. When annual performance reviews came in, mine was 10 out of 10. I was thrilled.

Then I found out one of my team members, who had a different manager, was promoted early to a senior position and that I didn't, and I just got offered the standard 3% raise again. I was livid. I had a meeting with my boss, and his response was that he didn't think my team,

member deserved a promotion or big raise, but he wasn't there, boss, so basically I should try real hard again, and we'll see next year. F that! I basically quiet, quit, and just barely worked my 40 hours and went home. I never traveled unless I really wanted to. I never stayed late. I took almost every Friday off to burn through my leave. I took all my sick days, etc. My mental health was much better. The only thing I really did was take advantage of the education budget our group had but rarely got used. My previously promoted co-worker, whom I personally really liked, started taking MBA evening classes and the company reimbursed them for it. But they came with the obligation to stay at the company for X amount of years. They also had a nice budget for software

training without such stipulations. So we both signed up for the FBA and 3D modeling classes. We traveled around together taking these classes and building up our resumes. About a month after the classes were finished, I secretly started applying for jobs that required those specific skills. And I quickly got hired for a position with a base annual income that was double my existing rate, plus it paid overtime. I put in my notice, and my boss was really upset. We just paid for you to travel all over to learn these new skills that we need. Don't you have any loyalty or guilt? How much are they paying you? Let's see if we can match it. But that's more than I make. It was, and with overtime, I made about three times the following year for a competitor.

Life-changing good times. The best revenge is a life well-lived, but it's even better when the person you're getting revenge against knows how good your life is now. Our next credit post is from SSS. I run a physical therapy clinic and my fiancé is a lawyer. A few months ago at our engagement party, I mentioned to a few of her colleagues that I'm happy to give them a discount if they need to see me. Four of them have become my regulars.

One day, one of her partners booked in. To put it lightly, none of the colleagues or my fiancé like this guy. After spending an hour with him, I understand why. He's very arrogant and condescending, but strangely desperate for approval. I remained pleasant with him, though. After paying, he did mention the discount, but I just said, well, it's four employees with a smirk. He'd been in a few times.

Three weeks ago, he came in, and conversation turned to how my day was going. One of the therapists was sick, so I was busier than usual seeing their clients. He said that must be annoying, and he asked if my coworker needed a doctor's note. I said no, and that I think that's a stupid policy, as I'd rather someone stay home and not infect the clinic. He countered by saying he wanted to be more strict with that at his office to prevent people from slacking off. I ended up getting a rotten cold, and eventually gave it to my fiance. It hit her hard, and she ended up working from home Friday. She deteriorated over the weekend and took Monday off. Her boss emailed her this morning saying

she would need a doctor's note. That's the first time that's been enforced. Coincidentally, he had a two o'clock appointment with me today. So I booked my fiance in with her doctor at two and let him know that I have to cancel his appointment because I have to drive her to the doctor. I said I'd get back to him if I had any availability, but I'm fully booked for the next three weeks. He messaged both of us saying that a doctor's note isn't necessary. My fiancé said that she can't cancel due to late cancellation policy and that it's rude and I said that it's best that she go anyways. Our next Reddit post is from Leslie Smith.

When I was in college, I had this neighbor in the dorms named Sarah. Sarah wasn't evil, just loud. Every night she would blast music at one or two a.m., usually when I had an early class. No matter how many times people ask her to turn it down, she'd laugh it off and say, relax, it's college. One night, before a big exam, I was desperate for sleep. I knocked on her door around midnight and asked politely if she could lower the volume, just a little. She smirked,

said, sure, and then cranked it even louder. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, absolutely fuming. The next morning, after my exam, I decided I wasn't going to let it slide. Sarah was notorious for sleeping in late, usually till noon, and she hated mornings more than anything. So, for the next week, I set my alarm for 6.30 a.m. sharp, right when the hall was dead quiet, and placed my Bluetooth speaker against the thin wall that we shared. I blasted the cheesiest pop songs I could find. Think bubblegum boy bands from the early 2000s. The first day she stumbled out of her room, groggy and furious.

By day three, she started begging me to stop. I just smiled and said, relax, it's college. Funny enough, after that week, her late-night comment, concerts mysteriously stopped. She never admitted defeat, but the silence was golden. Our next credit post is from Wings at Pastrami. There's a coffee shop I go to every morning before work. Small place usually has a line of five to six people. There's this one guy who would show up, see the line, and then pretend to just remember he needed to ask the barista a question. He'd walk up to the counter, ask something stupid like what size the medium is,

and then conveniently just order while he was already up there. He did this, at least four times that I witnessed. Nobody ever called him out because, you know, confrontation before coffee isn't worth it. So I started playing the same game. Whenever I'd see him walk in and start hitting towards the counter with his, I have a question routine, I'd quickly step out of line and beat him to it. Then I'd ask the most annoying, time-consuming questions possible. What's the difference between a latte and a cappuccino again?

Do you have oat milk? What about almond? Soy? Which one froth's better? Can you explain your whole pastry selection? And then I'd say, oh, actually, let me get back in line and think about it and go back to my spot. He'd be stuck standing there looking like an idiot. After about a week of this, he started just waiting in line like a normal person.

Problem solved. Haven't seen him try to cut since. Our next Reddit posts is from No Routine. I rented a small event space for a surprise party. The place looked nice online, had a decent price, and the host seemed polite enough. Until after the event. Out of nowhere, she hits me with a $1,200 deep cleaning bill. She said that we left the place unusable, which was wild because we barely used the kitchen

and left it cleaner than we found it. I asked for proof. She sent blurry photos of trash, which wasn't even our trash. I appealed through the booking platform, denied. She was clearly running a side hustle, scam a few hundred off of each booking, and hope no one fights too hard. So, I did my own cleaning. I found her business on every platform I could. Yelp, Google, Facebook, the event site, and I left detailed, calm, one-star reviews with photos from our event showing how spotless the place was when we left. Turns out, I wasn't the only one.

My reviews picked up traction. Others came forward with the same scam. Within weeks, her rating dropped from 4.8 to 2.9. Last I checked, she's a little bit. offering 50% off all bookings. Guess someone's trying to clean up her reputation. Pro tip, if you get denied on the platform, you can always dispute it with your credit card company, or just take the person of small claims courts. Our next Reddit post is from Gotinks. I live in a small cul-de-sac, nothing fancy, just your average neighborhood. My driveway fits two cars, mine and my husbands, perfectly fine. For the most part, everyone here minds their own business. Except my neighbor, Jack. whatever reason, he thinks my driveway is like extra parking for his family and friends. First time

it happened, I thought it was a mistake. His brother's car was in there, and he said it would just be a sec. A week later, it was some friend of his dropping something off. I didn't love it, but I figured, whatever, not worth making it awkward. But it kept happening. I'd come home from work, and there's a random car blocking me. One night, I literally had to park halfway down the street and carry five bags of groceries because his buddy's truck was in my spot. Every time I said something, he'd do that half smile and go, Oh, yeah, sorry, they'll be gone soon. Like, I'm the one being difficult.

The final straw. I got home late Friday night after a 12-hour shift. Still in scrubs, starving, with takeout that's already cold in the passenger seat. And boom, giant white SUV just parked dead center in my driveway. Not even off to the side. full on blocking me from even pulling in. I knock, no answer. I call Jack. He finally picks up, and super casual goes, oh yeah, that's my in-laws. They'll only be there a couple of hours. Just park on the street. It's not a big deal. That was it for me. I called a tow truck. The tow guy showed up

in 20 minutes. The SUV was gone before I even finished half my fries. About an hour later, there's furious pounding on my door. Jack's beat red. His in-law, are yelling in the background, and he's going off about how I didn't have to take it that far. I just said, you told me it wasn't a big deal, so I treated it like it wasn't a big deal. Then I closed the door. He had to pay almost 300 bucks to get their car back. And funny enough, ever since then, my driveway has stayed crystal clear, not even for just a sec. The stupid thing about this guy's logic is there clearly is street parking, because the guy said just park on the street. So then why doesn't he have his friends and family park on the street?

Our next Reddit post is from Main Scallion. I work in a pretty chill office, but for whatever reason, my pins kept going missing. Not like all my pins, just mine, the ones I actually liked using. I kind of had a feeling who it was, but I didn't want to cause drama. Then, one day, I saw the culprit using my purple gel pin during a meeting. I said something like, hey, I think that's mine. and she just laughed and went, Oops, lull, didn't even notice.

So I ordered some cheap refillable pens and swapped the ink for glitter gel. They looked normal when you wrote with them, but they dried all sparkly and ridiculous. Next meeting, she's writing away, and someone goes, Why does your notebook look like a birthday card? And she just stared at it like it betrayed her soul.

My pens haven't gone missing since. No apology or anything. Just awkward silence. Honestly, I'll take it. Down in the comments, 4 Linosa has a clever life hack. This is why yellow caps on black sharpies is my go-to. Our next Reddit post is from Ilex Rural Magic. I'm relatively new at my job, and it's not the most organized place.

There's a full kitchen that has a refrigerator and even an oven. There are no rules about the food in the fridge. Some is there to share, and some is private. I just stick to what I've brought, and I keep it in a small lunch bag to keep it from being confused with a shareable. Another thing is, this is in rural North Carolina, and I'm originally from New York. So apparently, there's been a rash of food thefts. No one spoke about them, at least with me, and it seems that everyone was prepared to suffer in silence. So yesterday, I brought my lunch in, and it was leftover chori polo.

And it was spicy. I've learned that in this area, people like things much sweeter and much less spicy than I'm used to. So when I entered the break room for my lunch, a bunch of people were standing around, and one of the guys, Brent, was getting his blood pressure taken by the HR lady. I was concerned and came over, and he immediately started yelling at me, telling me I tried to poison him. I was so confused, but after a whole back and forth, I realized that Brent had stolen and attempted to eat my lunch

and was claiming that I put an inedible amount of spices on it. I had to explain that I like spicy food. I didn't expect him to take my lunch, and now that I'm looking back at it, I'm shocked he knew that it was mine. Like, it's in a small floral lunch bag, but I didn't put my name on it. So that's how everyone now knows that Brent is, one, a food thief, and two, can't handle his spice. This is especially amusing to people because Brent is an older man over six feet and prides himself on being macho.

And I am a five-foot-nothing woman and the least intimidating person ever. 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. At Fandual Casino, you get even more ways to play. Dive into new and exciting games. And all of your favorite casino classics, like slots, table games, and arcade games. Get more on Fandual Casino.

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