Redditor /u/deliasen said the quiet part loud:

I was out to a movie with my friends last night. We come and sit down, and I realize pretty soon that this girl in the row behind us has her feet up on my friend David’s seat… So David turns around and he says something like, “uh do you think you could put your feet down?” And I think they say something in response but I didn’t hear it.

The feet didn’t go down… So I tell David that he should go find an employee and get them to talk to this girl. She is obviously pretty peeved but begrudgingly agrees to put her feet down. After the employee leaves, she puts her feet right back up.

So I get out of my seat, walk up two rows, sit down in the seat directly behind this girl, and stick my foot on the back of her chair and push it forward. They both turn around and try to say something to me, but I can’t really hear them since the movie had started by this point, so I just say “just watch the movie.” I kept my feet up there the entire movie.

Beware of mistreating people who know your secrets. /u/jake_swivel:

Working at Blockbuster, circa 2003. When checking people out, there were two things you’re supposed to do. 1: read the titles of the movies and give the due dates. 2: tell people to have a nice day/night after handing them their movies on the other side of the security gate.

So a guy comes in with his two kids on a busy Friday night. He has a few children’s titles and [an adult] flick. I ring up the videos and tell him the due dates of the kid movies and say “the other one is due _____” trying to save him a little embarrassment. I walk over to the security gate to hand him the videos where I’m planning on telling him to have a good night, but he’s still at the register. Confused, I look at him and he says, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I think through the Blockbuster process and can’t come up with anything.

He has an indignant look on his face and says, “You’re supposed to tell me to have a good night!”

I’m pretty stunned that a grown man is so reliant on the well wishes of an eighteen year old, especially since I would’ve given him what he so desperately needed if he’d walked over to the security gate. So I say, “Sir, I’m so sorry. Have a great night. I hope you enjoy your copy of…” I look down at his VHS tape then look at everyone behind him in line and raise my voice, “MARRIED PEOPLE, SINGLE SEX!”

He turns bright red, and the lady behind him covers her face. Sorta feel bad for his kids getting caught in the cross fire, but there are always casualties in war.

This is super petty, but we love it, from /u/SgtSlaughterEX:

I had two jobs, one was at this country ice house…[in the middle of] nowhere outside of my city. This place was pretty small, but was one of the few bars in a certain area so it would get busy. A lot off good ol’ boys and oil field guys.

I worked the door, checked IDs and such, and usually broke up fights or kick people out. One night some trouble happens between some regulars and one guy tries to hit another guy with a pool stick. I happened to get hit in the arm but got behind the guy and put him to sleep. Next day the manager calls me to tell me I’m being let go. Apparently pool stick guy spends a lot of money and me putting him to sleep left him bitter so he called the owner. That’s fine.

Anyways the bar has a nice fancy jukebox. If you have the app you can just pick songs on your credit card and they’ll play. If you hit play next on a song, even if they turn the jukebox off, it’ll play when it starts back up. It’s also unskippable. With the master remote you could skip a song but they lost that remote so they really can’t do much if someone plays a certain song they don’t like, and even if they unplug it, it’ll play no matter what when they turn it on.

Here’s my petty revenge:

The owner does inventory every Tuesday night. It also happens to be a busy night because they do pool tournaments and it usually gets packed. So here I thought, I could probably just play the same song over and over and there’s nothing they can really do. I got twenty bucks in credits and that usually gives you about 18 unskippable songs. Plus more depending if the app gifts you credits.

I picked a remix of Cotton Eye Joe, that comes in at around 7 minutes a pop. Usually when the pool tournament started. Two hours of hearing the same song has killed their business on Tuesdays. Even if they unplug it, it’ll still play when they plugged it back up.

I’ve been doing it for two months so far, last I heard they had to buy a new jukebox at a cost $5,000. I’ll probably stop for a month then start again.

From /e/abCEEdeeznuts:

From /u/NoSprog4Me:

I’m moving out of my apartment this week and I rented one of those curbside drop off/pick up moving crates. My city requires that you get a permit for the street ($40) and provides ‘no parking’ signs so the crate can be loaded and unloaded.

I hung the no parking signs along my designated space well before the crate arrived. Lo and behold some student with out of state plates parks in my space. I call the cops and they ticket the car. After my crate arrives, the car returns and parks again in the no parking zone. At the same time a landscaping company sets up a no parking zone overlapping my zone. Now there are multiple no parking signs tacked up by the offending car.

The landscapers are angry, as the car is in their way, so we hatch a plan together. Since we both have permits for no parking zones, we both call the cops separately. The offending car ends up with several more tickets. Additionally, I flag down a meter maid and let them know that the car has been in the spot for more than two hours (limit for non residents). Another $40 ticket. By the end of the day this dumb student had five tickets on his windshield.

No parking means no parking!

A revealing revenge plan from /u/icarusflewtooclose:

Basically, I haven’t had the greatest landlord and have gotten screwed over a few times by him but never really did anything about it.

So now I am moving out in the next few months, and he has been showing my place to potential new tenants and the rate of showings is getting rather annoying. So this evening I thought it would be a good time to send a clear message that I have had enough of the showings.

I was given the standard notice of when they were going to be coming by, but I wasn’t going to let that interrupt my “schedule.” So when the landlord opened the door to show the prospective tenants in, the first thing they see is me doing the side-plank pose naked as the day I was born. The look of horror on the lady’s face when she saw me was priceless. Long story short, to say the only thing that was shown was my naked glory, and a very bewildered landlord. I am still waiting for his response to my interpretation of a “showing.”

From /u/valiantfreak:

Dad is a principal at a school, and has been for a long time… One day some lady arrives and expresses an interest in enrolling her son. Principal Dad is speaking with her, gets her some forms to fill out, even offers her his special pen. The pen is a nice stainless steel job that was given to every member of the executive staff on the school’s 25th anniversary.

Anyway, lady and her son fill out the paperwork and go on their way, at which point Dad realizes his pen has also left. Clearly the pen wasn’t a gift; it was obviously more expensive than a plastic hotel pen.

Fast forward to the next week when the lady arrives to drop her son off for his first day at the school. Principal Dad waits for Mrs. Pen Thief and gives her the Emergency Contact Form to fill out. Normally this is given to the kid to fill out but Dad was hoping to see the pen again.

Sure enough, this silly lady forgets where she stole the pen from and out comes the 25th Anniversary Pen to fill out the form… “And now I just need to sign it here,” says Principal Dad, patting down his pockets as if looking for a pen. Instinctively Mrs. Pen Thief reaches into her handbag and offers him The Pen. “Thanks.” he said as he signs on the bottom of the form… and puts the pen back in his own shirt pocket right in front of her.

Mrs Pen Thief looks confused, opens her mouth, realizes what has happened, and quickly closes her mouth again. She mumbles a thanks and scurries out the door.

I believe he still has the pen to this day.

From /u/Viking042900:

So a while back I was given a UGA Bulldogs flag and a flag pole to mount it on my porch. Our Homeowners association (HOA) restrictions say that sports team flags can only be flown on a day in which the team is playing… So I put the flag up on a Saturday the Dawgs were playing but forgot to take it down until Monday.

On Friday I get a letter from the HOA stating that I am in violation of the restriction and could be fined. Okay, fair enough, they are correct on this one. I then noticed that the date of observation was on Wednesday. I called and said that couldn’t be true because I took it down on Monday. Instead of admitting her mistake, she lied and said that she had seen it up on Wednesday. Now I was mad.

I printed off a schedule of every sporting event the Bulldogs had in every sport, even club sports and then proceeded to fly the flag every single day there was any kind of game, match, regatta, etc., which was almost every single day.

I then started getting letters stating I was in violation again. I would call on each one and explain that the water polo team had a match, or the rowing team had a regatta on those days. After about a month or two of this back and forth, they finally gave up.

This is a doozy from:

So I posted on here a little while ago about my roommate using up all my baby wipes and he said to me he would stop. Well the past 2 days he started doing it again along with using my toothpaste and not even….being kind enough to put the cap back on after using it.

A couple days ago he said he has a girl coming over and would like to get some action and leave him alone. I said OK no worries. So about an hour before she came over I pretended to leave and said I am heading out for the night. 5 minutes later I snuck back in while he was making dinner for the both of them.

I got to my room and hid in there knowing that for a fact at some point in the night she would ask to use the bathroom, and I needed to take a sh*t. So 45 minutes goes by and she arrived and I am just waiting. About 2 hours after she gets there I hear him go [to the bathroom]. AH perfect! he went first!

Now time to take a [bowel movement]. I run into the bathroom and [go] as quiet as I possibly can. A huge load. And I don’t flush or put the lid down. I go back to my room and wait… There she goes, into the bathroom. She was in there for exactly 6 seconds and came out. 7 minutes later she leaves.

From /u/remorse667:

I got turned down, by the manager, at a job interview for team member at Dominos because of my stubble facial hair.

Weeks later I order from that same Dominos, and that same manager is the one who delivers my order, which is around $25, and I couldn’t help but notice he has stubble facial hair. So I gave him no tip, and told him the exact same thing he told me.

It’s not exactly like this, but something similar: “Why do you have all that facial hair? Do you think customers wanna see that? Anyways, I won’t be giving you a tip this time. Maybe when I order again, I’ll be giving you a tip. But of course, remember to shave.”

/u/mug6688 did his friend good:

A couple of years ago I was in the gym and I overheard this guy (we’ll call him “LT” for Lying Tool) “warning” a girl. He said something to the effect of:

“Hey, sorry to bother you. But I just overheard that guy in the red shirt (pointing at my friend who was across the gym) saying some extremely crass stuff about you in the locker room. It was really graphic, talking about ripping off your purple spandex…. I couldn’t just listen and not tell you because you deserve to know what certain people are really like.”

Listing to this I was furious. This guy had obviously seen my friend and the girl talking in the gym (she approached him) and gotten jealous because he wanted to get with her… So he finished up his tall tale and before the girl could respond I scoffed really loud and said: “She knows you’re lying just to try to get in her pants. That guy would never say those kinds of things about her because she’s his sister, you moron.”

The look on LT’s face was priceless. He went pale and stammered something about how he must have gotten the guy mixed up. But the girl (who had caught on and was playing along) pointed out how he had been very clear about pointing her “brother” out. So LT shifted his story again and said he must have gotten the girl he was talking about mixed up. So I pointed out that she was the only girl wearing purple spandex.

He actually looked like he was about to cry, and I never saw him in the gym again after that.

From /u/erekiddo:

Throughout my time in my 1st and 2nd grade classes in school there was a classmate named Jonathan who would torture…me daily. From name calling, pushing me and ridiculing me in front of other classmates – this boy was an absolute nightmare.

It all came to a head one day when we’re sitting across from each other at some tables and he asks to see my hand. I hold out my hand on the desk and he proceeds to slam a pencil into my thumb. (Leaving a permanent mark I have to this day). This incident was reported but he was only “spoken to”. The bullying still continued.

Fast forward a few weeks and I’m walking throughout the school playground during recess. Being the dumb kid I was, I wasn’t particularly watching where I was going and walked straight into some monkey bars. The force was enough to topple me backwards and flat onto my but. Humiliated, I looked around and was thankful that no one witnessed this happen.

Once recess was over and I was back in class, the teacher gasped and asked what happened to my face. There was a gigantic bruising/black eye forming on my eye.

Without hesitation I blurted out, “Jonathan punched me!” He yelled out that he didn’t, but I quickly had a rebuttal. “How else would I have got this?”

He was suspended for a week. He never messed with me again.

From /u/chicagojess312:

I was staying in an older hotel in San Francisco. The elevator was very small, very old school and had signage everywhere about how you couldn’t operate it with more than 4 people. I’d also been stuck in there twice already that weekend. Each time, I called the front desk and they were able to recall it to the ground floor but I’d learned to be wary.

I should have started taking the stairs, but was on the 8th floor and was feeling lazy. So on Sunday morning I waited for the elevator for quite a while. It arrives, I hop in and a family of 5 walks up to the elevator and follows me in. They were all large people and they all had huge suitcases. I politely pointed out the sign and said that I’d already been stuck in the elevator twice and that we should split the group into two. They laughed and said they were all staying on. Welp, I thought, enjoy your ride.

I proceeded to run up the stairs and hit the call button on every single floor. The best part was that I could hear them complaining from the stairwell every time the elevator opened and nobody was there. Petty revenge never felt so good.

From /u/Funky_Ducky:

So, I decided that I wanted to go see The Martian today. I took the bus and ended up showing up 50 minutes early. So I was the only one in the theater for a good 25 minutes so I took my time picking out my ideal spot. I decided to go the bathroom before the movie so I didn’t miss anything.

On my way back with a soft pretzel in hand, I see the a woman with her kids and she’s moving all of my stuff to a different seat so her and her kids can take my spot. I stomach it, grab my stuff and move to a different spot. While I’m sitting there eating my pretzel, I notice her and her kids all going to the bathroom.

I seize the opportunity. I run, grab all their stuff, and move it to seats right in front of the entrance so they’ll see it as soon they walk in. I then reclaim my rightful place in my perfect spot. The lady comes in, sees her stuff, looks at me, connects the dots, and now has been shooting the occasional [bad] glance from the front row and every other spot filled up.

Ususally, the scammer is the one making the calls – /u/lululiya:

So for the last 3 weeks, at least 3 times a day, I get a scam call from this dude claiming he installed security software on my computer and there’s been a breach etc., everybody knows the drill.

This guy leaves like, 3 minute long voicemails repeating the same 30 second spiel over and over. It’s annoying. I called the number back a few times just saying “hey dude I know it’s a scam, stop calling.” He always sassed me real hard… so I thought hey, I have an idea. I just kept calling him back and saying nothing. I could hear him yelling through the receiver. Once he’d hang up, I’d call right back. All in all I blew up his phone for over an hour, I called him back 44 times in one hour.

After the last time call he was screaming nonsense and said “I am blocking your number, this is harassment, you will never contact me again.” Sounds good to me. No calls today, and usually by 3 pm I’ve gotten 2 already. Feels goooooood.