Incredible Revenge Stories That Are So Satisfying

As the old saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold, and the people who have managed to enact revenge on the people in their life who wronged them will never forget the sweet moment that they finally got justice.

And for the most part, the people who got theirs never saw it coming.

While it's easy for an unknowing bystander to see someone having a bad day and not realize that they are really paying for their past sins, it's so much more satisfying to put their actions into context.

These real stories were so good that they had to be recounted and shared with the world online, even if just to teach a few people that they should be kind and considerate.

If they're not, someone else might just notice and seek revenge.

I Never Saw that Car Again

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I live in an apartment building that has end-to-end parking for two spaces per apartment, and access to the parking levels (1-5) are done via a locked automatic roller door, which people can only get through if they have a remote for it (or sneak through behind someone else).

I only have a single car, and sometimes I let my friends park in the space in front of my car if they give me notice, so I generally park at the back of the double space.

Earlier this year, a random car began parking in front of mine on Friday afternoons, meaning I couldn’t go out with my car on Friday nights.

Annoying, but not the biggest issue when you live super close to the city.

This continued nearly every week over about five weeks when I didn’t park my car at the front of the bay (which I began doing), but times I planned to leave the space free for friends coming over or whatever, the car appeared again.

I made repeated attempts to stop this behavior by leaving notes, which escalated into leaving print outs of a photo of the car with the license plate clearly visible and an explanation that if it happened again I’d press charges and/or have the vehicle towed.

Well, it happened again, and this time it was still there Saturday afternoon when I had been planning on going away with a group of my friends.

My guess is, someone went out on Friday and decided to pick up the car “later,,” not concerning themselves with the inconvenience it caused anyone else.

It clearly hadn’t moved, as my aggressive note telling them to screw off was still there sitting limply under their wiper blades.

I figured enough was enough, it was time to have the vehicle towed. I called building management and eventually calling a towing company, who refused to help because the space was on the third floor, and they can’t get any trucks up to that level because of the height and space restrictions.

Ordinarily, most people would be pretty much screwed at this point, and I will admit I briefly considered sitting on the hood of the car until the jerk came to pick it up while sending my friends on their way without me, but they would have had to work out for transport as one car wouldn’t have cut it.

Fortunately for me however, my parents only live 30 minutes away, and have a garage where I work on one of my cars that’s getting at the tail end of a minor restoration.

One of the things I use pretty often is a set of Vehicle Positioning Jacks, to jam my project car right up against the wall of the garage to minimize the space it takes up.

For anyone that doesn’t know, Vehicle Positioning Jacks are basically devices that slot under each wheel, then lift the car up on hydraulics so you can free wheel it in any direction.

While I hadn’t originally gone to retrieve them, when I had to take my project car off them, a bright idea came to my head.

None of my friends minded spending an extra hour to screw someone over that had interfered with us, so we grabbed the jacks, and went back, propped the car up, and wheeled it out.

Six guys can easily move around a small hatchback, so we pushed across the level slowly and carefully, to an area where there isn’t parking, but is a load-supporting pillar with space enough for a car behind it, in a little section of the garage where it isn’t lit, and is completely out of the way.

Typically there’s a guy on my level that parks a motor bike there, but he isn’t meant to, and I doubted he minded.

We dumped it between the pillar and the wall, with the nose pointing towards the wall, I took back my angry note, the jacks, and we left to enjoy our weekend.

When he came back Monday afternoon after the long weekend, the car was still there, which was no real surprise considering there was only about a foot of space for movement between the pillar and car, and another foot or so between the car and the wall.

From the fact the front wheels had changed, we’re guessing they did try to get it out, unsuccessfully. It eventually went later in the week, though I’m not exactly sure how they managed it. I never saw that car again. Story credit: Reddit /AngryAussieGam3r

Go to the Back of the Line

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I’m a 20-year-old girl, and I’ve been teased all my life and have been in recovery for a multitude of things for the past year or so.

I go to university in the same city I grew up in, so there’s a high chance of me coming across people who I went to previous schools with who hurt or tormented me.

I was well known for being bad-tempered and easy to wind up when I was younger. What happened: I was in the pharmacy waiting to pick up my prescription when someone shouted something at me.

I pretended to not hear them and they shouted again.

They ended up getting frustrated and tugging on my arm. I twisted around and immediately recognized who it was—a guy around my age who had teased me for over 10 years.

So rather than get angry, I thought I would mess with him and see what happens. Him: Hi, heard you were in around here.

Me: I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are, do I know you from somewhere? Immediately he deflated.

It was glorious to see, and I had to stop myself from smiling.

Him: It’s me, [his name], from school. Come on, you know me. Me, with a confused face, acting 100: I’m really sorry, but I don’t know you.

Did we go swimming together perhaps? Him: …..no, I don’t think so Me: I’m really sorry but I just don’t know who you are.

I think you should go to the back of the line, sir.

I then went on my phone and just blocked him out of everything we could possibly be connected on. He looked lost and eventually went to the back of the line.

I got my prescription, ignored him, and went to my car and drove off. I literally screamed for joy and also because I was about to break down.

It was a wonderful feeling, to see him like that and to feel like he had nothing against me. To make him feel like he hadn’t had a large effect on my life, even if he had. Story credit: Reddit /tryingclosetomybest

Don't Mess With a Man's Sleep Schedule

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Flashback to 2014… or so. I moved out on my own in 2013 and moved into an old house converted into a two-floor apartment, directly across from my future in-laws.

The downstairs neighbors were loud. BLARING music at all hours (yes, all of the hours), wouldn’t cut the grass or take out the trash on our shared schedule.

Crappy neighbors, but never bothered me directly.

The guy was pretty chill when sober and would turn the music down a little when I texted him. He was okay until his girlfriend moved in.

Now add shouting matches to the mix, and all of the sudden my requests to turn down the music makes him turn it up.

I can barely walk on my super-thin floor without her banging on the ceiling with a broom. I was okay since I am heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything.

My wife moved in, and I quickly found out that she is quite the opposite. Fan on turned at a certain angle in the doorway of the bathroom, door closed half way, blackout curtains with them taped to the wall so zero light comes through, zero sounds other than the fan, you get the idea.

I told her that we can’t expect them to remain silent when she’s ready for bed, we need to be reasonable, but the wall rattling music needs to stop during the night.

She hated it during the day, but I told her there’s nothing we can do then, so she would go to her parent’s house a lot during the day.

I talked to neighbor-guy, and he said “yeah man that’s cool."

But it turns out the girlfriend wasn’t having it and his attitude then changed to, “Yeah well it’s our house so you can go screw yourself if you think you can tell us what to do and you can move out if you don’t like it.”

Something definitely had to change at some point. So I did the only thing I could do. I fought fire with fire, and maliciously complied with the law to the T.

I could only report them for noise after 11:00 PM. I now forget the morning hour when the noise could start, but I believe it was 9:00 AM.

My dad has these huge old concert speakers in his garage. Professional grade, black leather bound, 5 feet tall and 3 feet wide, and a pretty nice, vintage stereo/amp.

He has two, but my apartment was so small I sadly only had room for one.

We replaced our coffee table with this thing, laid face down onto our thin, office carpet. Tired of his tunes, I tested this Geneva Convention-breaking device when they weren’t home.

Holy cow.

I had to take everything down from tables, counters and shelves because they would shake off. I prepared audio files to feed the stereo.

I was giddy like a kid with a new Christmas toy. I turned it on when I left for work and got my wife up to send her to her parents.

I came home from work and hung out at her parents until it was close to bed time.They resisted for three days.

On day two, I found a pile of manure on my doorstep, but it didn’t faze me.

I cycled between sine/saw/square waves in clashing chords, marching music (Washington Post March on loop), preaching clips (they weren’t just atheist, but outspoken anti-Christian, so it was a must), the most stupid songs you could think of (Captain Planet theme song, Chicken dance, etc).

This poor old house rattled in ways I didn’t think possible. The vibrations from the sine wave would make your vision blur.

I eventually got a text from him that read, “sorry man you can stop now.” I did not. He needed a few more days to let it sink in.

Plus I had so much fun putting it together.

They complained to the authorities and the landlord. There was nothing they could do since I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

I didn’t even hear music during the time of peace to follow. It was so quiet. They would build up their courage and try again every few weeks when I wasn’t home, but my wife was.

I then showed her how to tame the beast so she could let it loose while I was away. I had to give them a spanking every now and then, but they learned. They were so happy when we moved out. Story credit: Reddit /greyspot00

You Can't Pretend to Quit This Time

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This happened years ago, but still makes me smile. I started working in a corporate office in a secretarial position for my first job after college.

There were two older ladies who were also secretaries working in the office. One of them was just fine, but I spent most of my time sitting beside and working with Agnes.

Agnes was quickly approaching retirement age and wasn’t going anywhere without a big push. This was in the days where we just started getting computers and she was absolutely hopeless.

She’d pull stuff like “I can’t answer the phone—I’m on the computer.” Multi-tasking was not in this woman’s repertoire.

She was also super fussy and annoying. If I ever came back from lunch five minutes late, she would exclaim loudly “Oh my god, there you are!

I was wondering what had happened to you!” making sure the whole office knew I was late.

Meanwhile, she was usually late coming in in the morning and often left early for various appointments.

If I made a typo in a document, she would make sure the rest of the staff knew about it, loudly.

She tended to pout when things didn’t go her way, and she would “quit” her job when someone ticked her off, and then my boss’s boss would talk her into staying.

I’d heard about this tactic of hers and one day, our boss did something that annoyed her and she “quit” again.

My boss’s boss was away that day, so I took my chance. I quickly advertised and planned a big retirement party for her.

It was a done deal by the end of the day.

People were dropping by and congratulating her, and everyone looked forward to the party. At that point, I guess she figured it was too late to pull her usual shenanigans and she actually retired.

I told my boss to not bother replacing her because it was darn easy to cover the little work she actually accomplished every day. And guess what? It was. Story credit: Reddit /10S_NE1