So I live next door to a couple (a VERY conservative couple) and their twin boys. The boys can’t be more than 8, and like most kids, they like to play in the back yard. Which is totally fine, doesn’t bother me at all. They’re kids and like to run around. What bothers me though is that they love to throw their toys over into my yard. Alot of toys. Action figures, balls, frisbees, rackets, etc.
Them throwing them over don’t even really bother me that much. What bothers me is that the parents keep demanding that we have to throw them back. They don’t ask, they don’t knock on the door and apologize, they just yell over there fence when they know that we are outside and TELL us to give it back. And that bothers me. They also seem to encourage their kids to throw it over to our yard.
So after Christmas I was at the store and saw that they had a ton of Barbie’s, nail polish, Bratz doll frisbees, and balls on the clearance. I bought 5 of everything I could find that I knew my neighbors would hate seeing their sons play with. Every time an action figure gets thrown over to my yard, I will throw a barbie back with it. Every time a ball gets thrown, a Bratz ball will be returned. I already threw a couple nail polishes over and the twins went crazy. They loved it. They’ve had pink, purple, and green nails all week.
It’s been 2 days and not a single action figure has crossed my fence. More importantly, not a single rude demand from the parents to return them. The kids are having fun, and I have pretty revenge.
“Trust is a difficult thing, whether it’s finding the right people to trust…Or trusting the right people will do the wrong thing. But trusting your heart…is the riskiest thing of all.In the end,the only person we can truly trust… is ourself.”
I worked with a guy who really stuck it to his ex wife. When I met him he was working in a sporting goods store making 8 dollars an hour. He was not really like the other retail monkeys. He was older, well groomed, well spoken, clearly educated etc. One night after work he gets into his car, and I couldn’t help but notice that it was a very very nice newish Jaguar. I asked him how he could afford it and he explained it to me:
He had been an SVP at a well known fortune 50 company (which I will NOT mention the name of!), pulling in 300k with bonuses and stock options. He was married but the marriage fell apart and in the divorce, she demanded that she get the house and 40% of his wages. He and his lawyer somehow managed to get her to agree to let him keep the house in exchange for 75% of his pay..no dollar figure or employer specified lol. As soon as she took the settlement he quit his job and looked for a minimum wage job. He said to me that “She gets 75% of nearly nothing now”. He had other money stashed away, so he didn’t even need the job and he had the house and it’s equity as well. Also, no kids, so there was no child support. Just alimony.
She was furious of course, and tried to re-sue him but failed at least once and when she claimed that the settlement was not keeping her in the life style she was accustomed to, he simply told the judge that the divorce was traumatic to him and he could no longer do his old job as a result. At least at that time, she did not manage to get out of the deal. Not sure how it all ended. But I thought it was fucking brilliant if not crazy-level spiteful.
He was a good employee too…good with customers, showed up on time, no bullshit absenteeism or anything like that. He claimed he loved each payday because it reminded him how little she was getting.
Make a little girl with downs syndrome cry will you?!
Not my revenge but my 9 year old daughter “Z” .. A bit of a back story, she’s been classmates with this girl “D” since kindergarten, and they have become the best of friends. D has downs syndrome and doesn’t have many other friends at school but Z always tries to include her in the fun.
well yesterday at first recess this 13 year old boy “J” thought it would be hilarious to make fun of D, calling her retarded and ugly and called her a baby for eating baby food at lunch (she does, but she has to). This made D so upset that her mom had to come get her from school.
after recess my daughter was asked to go out to the portable classroom to grab some papers from the other 4th grade class. When she was changing out of her indoor shoes, instead of putting her boots on, she put on the boots belonging to J. She got the papers like her teacher had asked, and then walked over to a big pile of dog shit that she had noticed earlier and stepped all in it, until crap was all over the boots. She went back to class, changed back into her shoes and did her schoolwork.
lunchtime comes around and all the kids were getting ready to go outside when J sees/smells what’s on his boots and promptly starts bawling. My daughter said “stop being such a baby” and went out to build snowmen.
** after school she came home and told me this thinking she would be in trouble.. I made her a cup of hot cocoa and let her watch SpongeBob.
A story about how an entire island got revenge on two guys harassing a girl with downs syndrome.
So this is a story about what happend last summer on an island by the swedish west coast. It is a very popular destination for rich swedes and norweigans during summer, and is packed with bars and fancy resturants. Although, the people working there all know eachother well.
There is a very popular bar on this island, who has a regular with downs syndrome. She is there 2-3 times a week, always happy and loved by all. She has been on the island every summer for years, so all the staff and people living there knows her.
Last year, during the monday of the busiest week of the year (packed with rich, loud people with big boats) two norweigan guys in their 40s started harassing and making fun of the regular with downs. The staff saw what happend, and threw them out. But the girl was in tears, and everyone was mad. The owner of the place quickly sent one of the staff to take pictures of the two men. He then sent them to every owner of a resturant, bar, nightclub and shop on the island and explained what had happend.
The following week, the two guys could not buy a beer or food on the entire islanď, and had to go by boat for 30 minutes to do so. I still get the chills when i hear this story.