There are many times when we feel the need to get even with somebody who has done us wrong. It may be something that is on our mind, but it is not always the easiest thing to do.
Revenge is something that feels good but it also carries some potential problems along with it. If you aren’t careful, you could be in for more trouble than it is worth.
That is why we put together some of the best revenge stories for you in the following article. They will fulfill your desire for revenge and you can live vicariously through others.
1. Try To Fail Half The Class Over Your Mistake? Be Forced Into Early Retirement
So this happened during senior year in high school 4 years ago.
I had an English teacher named Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith, or how she liked to refer to herself, Dr. Smith (she didn’t have a doctorate), was a mean old bat that hated anything and everything. She was ugly inside and out.
To give a mental image of what she looks like, her face sagged so much that it looked like she had a perpetual stroke.
She had about 2 feet in between her eyebrows and her eyes. Imagine Ursula and Cruella de Vil had a child and then that child had a baby with the Devil. You get Mrs. Smith.
None of the other English teachers liked her. There was nothing that they nor the administration could do due to her tenure.
That is until I became her student.
Her teaching style included but was not limited to, yelling at students, putting them down with petty insults, having us read to ourselves in the middle of class, kicking out students that were dozing off but then later falling asleep at her desk, not letting female students go to the restroom for very obvious reasons, and the occasional losing students’ work then accusing the students of not turning their work in.
This last part is what crossed the line for me.
You see, I wasn’t a grade A student, and I sucked at English, so I always played my cards right and made friends with everyone. Students and teachers included. So when I struggled and couldn’t do something on my own, I let my charm save me and cash out on my months of beings nice to everyone.
However, no one could be friends with Mrs. Smith. I tried being polite. I was met with rudeness. I tried asking her how her morning was. I was met with silence and dead stares. I tried asking how I could improve my writing skills, but she told me that she wasn’t willing to help.
Within the first week of class, I knew I had met my match.
So halfway through the semester, we’re working on a big research paper. However, the day after the due date, Mrs. Smith had to go up to Illinois for some family issues for 2 weeks.
Mind you, we turned in our papers both in hand and on turnitin.com for plagiarism checking. No biggie. We won’t get our grades back for a while, but at least we won’t have to deal with her bullcrap. Or so we thought.
A few days after she gets back, only about half of the students got their papers back.
The other half (including myself) were sitting there staring and waiting, thinking that she was going to go back to her desk and pull out the remaining papers to return to her students. But nope, she told us to take out our textbooks and start reading Beowulf.
Some students, including myself, that didn’t receive their papers tried to interject and inquire about our papers, and she snapped back with, “You should have turned them in when they were due.” In unison, we respond with, “We did.” Of course, she denies it, and within a few days, our grades drop immensely.
At the end of the grading period (2nd six weeks), our report cards show a big fat F for English. Everyone is livid. And the worst part is, if you get anything below a C, you were to be moved to lower level English at the end of the semester.
Between the 0 from the paper that carried almost half of our grade and only a few weeks remaining in the semester, almost half of the class was doomed to fail.
Now, most of the students were happy with having to leave her class. There was not much they could do.
But I was careful. Remember the teaching methods I mentioned above? Well, Mrs. Smith thought that because we were in a classroom that had no cameras, her behavior wasn’t being recorded. She was dead wrong.
From the second week on, I started recording audio on my phone every day from the moment I walked into the class to the moment I left. Every.
Day. I caught every single one of her personal attacks on students on tape. When she fell asleep, I pulled out my phone and recorded her. My pleas for help to improve and her refusal to help weren’t left out either. Every day, I would go home and cut the audio to keep the good parts.
And every day, my collection of dirt on her grew. And remember how I said we used turnitin.com as well as paper? I had coordinated with all of the other students who were going to fail to screenshot all of their Turnitin receipts and send them to me as proof that they turned in their work.
When she decided to fail me for her mistake, she unleashed a nightmare on herself. I went straight to the administration and scheduled a parent-teacher-admin conference. A week later, my parents, the principal, the school counselor, the head of the English department, and Mrs. Smith were all present.
I started with how she had lost half of the class’s work and most of us failed because of it. She denied it and again accused us of turning our work in late as well as plagiarizing and a bunch of other bullcrap and lies.
I remained calm and just pulled out a folder that contained all of the screenshots from my backpack and handed it to the principal who then passed it to the head of the English department who then asked Mrs. Smith to explain it. She instantly turned red in the face and started stuttering.
Before she could get any words out, I say, “That’s not all. Listen to this.”
I pull out my phone and start playing back the highlights from the semester. All the while, I’m staring dead into Mrs. Smith’s eyes while trying to hold back a crap-eating grin.
The suspense in the room would’ve killed Jason Statham. After the audio finished, the principal looked at me and said, “I think we’ve seen enough” and asked me to leave.
I sat outside of the conference room savoring the muffled yelling through the walls. I’m pretty sure I heard my dad utter the words “filthy woman,” but I don’t want to point fingers.
The parent-teacher conference was on a Friday. I walked into class the following Monday to see an empty desk and a substitute teacher we all recognized and loved.
10/10, would document everything again.
2. Attempt To Get Me Terminated? Not A Chance, But YOU Will Be
I work in security, and it’s an easy job, real easy. However, sometimes things come along, and you have to deal with them. Like a naval personal banging on the door thinking it’s his ship (real intoxicated).
Most of it is homeless and addicts.
Easy stuff, usually no problems. The real issues are when people I’m working with, find it important to push their weight around.
Cue Mr. BD (Big Dumbie). Now BD and I don’t have a lot of interactions. We don’t really talk to one another.
Considering the building I’m in charge of is away from the rest of the company security. Since that’s the case, I have my own rules and guidelines. They were approved by my superiors for this specific building and for its environment.
The building I work in has a lot of artistic types.
The place does commercials, ads, and product placements. You get the idea.
The head of marketing, we will call him HM. He is in charge of everyone in that building. He talks to me on a very, very regular basis. He comes to my office more than a few times a day to chat, spend his breaks, and all that.
It’s very friendly, very simple. Everyone knows the rules. I talk to them all like I have been around for years. It’s a very wholesome place.
It’s a normal day things are running fine. Half the workers in the building are gone doing an off-site shoot.
I get a phone call telling me that the custodial staff found lost banknotes. I thought it was weird since no one stated they were missing any. No problem; I’ll deal with it personally.
Now when someone says they found lost banknotes, I think they found them in a common area.
You know in the bathroom, lounge, or cafeteria. Some place like that. I get the custodial staff member to take me to where they located the missing banknotes. He takes me to the highest floor and leads me to the office of… You guessed it, HM.
He points to the desk, and all I can say is, “Ok, umm how is it lost?” The banknotes he was talking about are a nice stack of 100s on HM’s desk.
Now the stack of 100s is clearly fake. Not by how they look but by the fact that they have pink Chinese writing on them.
It clearly states in Chinese that the bills are used for training. It’s usually used to teach Chinese bank tellers to count American banknotes. HM uses the fake bills to reward everyone. Once every 6 months, they get rid of all the stuff they can’t use for further sets.
They have a HUGE auction. The only thing you can use is the fake notes. HM loves to say, “Make it Rain” while he does the money shuffle. It’s his favorite quote. He passes it out like candy.
I thanked the custodial staff for showing me, but it wasn’t a problem.
I fill out the paperwork indicating the banknotes weren’t real, and no actual bills were missing. I submit the paperwork.
A few hours later, I get a call from BD.
OP. “Hello, This is OP, how can I help you?”
BD “OP your paper worked is messed up.
I’m looking at your report, about the missing bills. How do I know what you said is true? How do I know you didn’t just take it and claim it’s fake?”
OP “I clearly state what happened in the report and what the mistake was.”
BD “Not good enough. I have a report of stolen banknotes, and I can’t let this be tossed to the side because you said so. You will get pictures and submit them as well.”
It’s kind of a hassle for me to do this, but it’s not a big deal. I can also see where he is coming from.
OP “Ok, I just want to make it clear no one reported anything being stolen. Nor were any banknotes actually missing. However, no problem; I’ll take photos, but I promise you will laugh when you see the pictures of the notes and how they’re clearly fake.” I chuckle.
BD “OP, who is in charge here? You or me?”
OP “I’m the supervisor of this building if that’s what you mean.”
BD “NO OP, who is in charge of you? It’s me, so do what I tell you. I don’t want to hear you back talk me.”
OP. “Listen, BD, I meant no disrespect. I already told you I was going to take care of it. Thank you for your call.” I hang up after.
As I walk back to HM’s desk, it’s eating away at me how he talked to me.
We are a team and should respect one another. He first called me a liar, accused me of stealing, then claimed I was disrespecting him.
Ok, perhaps he is having a bad day. I haven’t really talked to him much. I let it go and proceed to take photos.
To be sure it’s clear where it’s located, I take photos of the bills, desk, office, surrounding area, and direct hallway location just so the report showed everything.
I resubmit the paperwork with about 20 photos attached There should be no question as to what the banknotes were or what it was used for.
I clearly state why HM has it to begin with.
An hour later, I get another call; it’s BD again.
BD “This report is still bad, but it’s better. I don’t believe those are fake, and I want you to confiscate them.
Turn it in for review.”
OP “We don’t do that here. This building has clear guidelines stating we don’t confiscate, and we don’t look in people’s bags when they come in. This building has different rules. Approved by CEO, HM, and Head of security.
I can’t do what you are asking me to do.”
BD “First of all OP. I’m not asking you; I’m telling you. Confiscate the bills, and if anyone else is seen with banknotes, confiscate those as well. I don’t believe the heads would agree to such an unsafe protocol.”
Now at this point, I would make it clear that phone calls are recorded for “better customer service.” Everything he is saying is being recorded on his end and mine.
It’s silent on the phone for a few seconds. While I think about this.
I come up with an idea.
BD “HELLO?!!!!”
OP “To confirm what you are saying, you want me to go around and literally look into people’s bags against Policy 50 and then confiscate any fake banknotes they have, against Policy 51?
BD “Stop trying to trip me up with your nonsense.
Do your dang job, or I will fire you!! Is that clear?!!!”
OP “You got it, BD.”
BD hangs up.
It’s very clear to me that this will go south real fast. I know I have to handle this perfectly, or I could be fired.
I write up an email explaining everything even connected to the report. I also clearly make statements about the conversation I had with BD. Making it very visible the order he demanded I carry out and copy past of the policies it violates. I cc the Head of Security and HM.
This guy either has it out for me or doesn’t understand the building and its rules. I’m not going to have him hang over my head like this. Threatening my job because he doesn’t want to understand. I know all I have to do is catch the right person, and BD is screwed. I know the staff should be coming back soon from their shoot.
I go down to the front of the building. I wait till I see the group coming back. I stop them at the front door, stating, “Excuse me, who is the lead of this group?” “I am.” HM steps past some people. He looks at me with a confused look.
HM “OP, is something wrong??”
I pull him aside and tell him the situation. All the while he is waving people past him into the building.
HM “What?? Are you serious? This is unacceptable. I have known you for 2 years. I’m not going to let this stand.
Let me make some calls. Can you shoot me an email of that report please?”
OP “Already done.” I smile at him.
HM “Did you know I would react this way?”
OP “I had a feeling you would in some way. After all, you like to make it rain!!”
His face grows wide with a smile. “MAKE IT RAIN!!” He does the bill shuffle and starts walking away.
HM “Don’t worry, OP. I like you too much to see you leave; I got this.”
About an hour or so goes by, and I get a call from HM.
Apparently, BD claimed I never said the bills were on HM’s desk or that it was fake. He also said that I acted alone and with no orders from him. BD completely denies threatening to fire me.
OP “I see… Well, it’s a good thing I recorded my conversations with him.”
HM “Wait, you record all your phone calls?”
OP “If it’s on one of the security phones, like the one I’m on, yes.”
HM “I see… MAKE IT RAIN!!!” He then hangs up.
He calls back a few seconds later and tells me to send him a file of the recording.
He is going to have a conference call with the Head of Security. They have known each other since they were teens.
The next day, I come into a surprisingly large amount of emails. All about event requests the normal stuff.
The very last email I got was an email from the Head of Security cc’d with HM.
He apologized for having to deal with that situation. Thanked me for compiling with BD until I was able to get things straightened out.
BD had been terminated the day prior after the voice recording was listened to.
I was also given the full ability to run the building.
The only person I answer to is the Head of Security. Kinda a small promotion.
3. Refuse To Return My Car Without A Hefty Payment? Let’s Call The Cops
So yes, as you all see, I’m a chick nursing student. I’m also 30, a military vet (Army), and have always, ALWAYS, done ~90% of the work on my vehicles. The only things I can’t do are balance tires (I don’t have the tools) and some of the large work that requires things like cherry pickers and whatnot.
(Again, I don’t have the tools.)
So, like any good vehicle owner whose vehicle has sat for a long period of time without being driven: after getting back from a 6-month mobilization that left my little Toyota SR5 truck sitting in dry storage, I went through and did maintenance.
Checked and replaced my fan belts, air filters, spark plugs, oil and fuel filters, did an oil change and radiator flush, checked the battery and connections, checked my brake pads and alignment, swapped out my winter tires for summer tires, cleaned out my truck and replaced my winter survival gear with summer survival gear (because yes, that is a priority where I lived), etc.
Last but not least, I added injector treatment to my fuel tank, filled my tank, and took my truck to have the tires balanced by a Les Schwab tire place. Now, because of other errands I had and because I had just spent 6 months in unpleasant sandy areas in uniform, I dressed up.
Heels, dress slacks, silk blouse, well-tailored jacket, hair up in a bun. Dressed like that, I dropped my truck off, agreed that I needed the tires balanced, and that was it and was told that it would be about an hour.
Awesome. I was about to walk off to go to my other errands down the block when I noticed through that big glass window the Les Schwab places have that they were already pulling my truck into the bay, so I decided to wait.
And being the interested person that I am, I watched as two guys started to pull my tires off my truck, and a third, the man who had taken my keys and agreed that I was only asking for my tires to be balanced, sat in the driver’s seat jotting down notes on a little notepad.
After about ten minutes, the third guy with the notepad came back inside and walked over to me and explained that, during his free assessment of my vehicle, he found a lot of safety issues that needed to be corrected.
“Like what?” I asked him.
“Well, it’s like this,” he responded. And then proceeded to rattle off a list of ten or twelve items from his notepad that he had noticed in his “free assessment.” Fan belt needs replaced, overdue for oil change and radiator flush, fuel and oil filters are shot and have to be replaced, brake pads are shot and have to be replaced, alignment is totally out of whack and ruined my tires, which now have to be replaced instead of just balanced… Everything on his list was things I had just checked and/or replaced. He ended with this:
“I’m really sorry miss, but your vehicle is one big safety problem. I can’t release it to you to drive in the condition it’s currently in.”
Keep in mind, not only had I just done all this work, most of it on his list, but he had never once opened the hood of my truck.
You can’t look at the majority of what I have listed here, or that he had on his list, without opening the hood of the vehicle.
After a moment of consideration, I asked him how much he thought it would be to make it “road worthy…” He screwed up his face and did some “math” in his little notebook.
“A rough estimate? $3,700. But it could cost more because your vehicle is technically an import, and the parts can be hard to find.”
I asked to speak with the manager, and was told that the manager was “out for the day.”
I then responded with: “So you’re telling me that, unless I get $3,700 worth of work done on my vehicle, you can’t release my vehicle to me, the rightful owner, because it isn’t safe or road worthy.”
“Yes.” He continued on with this babble of apologies and explanations in a sly, fakely apologetic condescending tone, and asked if there was anyone I could consult with about a repair this large, or if there was anyone who could give me a ride home.
I asked him to give me a couple of minutes, and walked out into the parking lot and got on my phone out of earshot from him or his mechanics, who were still balancing my tires. And promptly got on the phone with the sheriff’s department.
When I explained everything to the officer, he promised to be out in fifteen minutes to help me “clear the matter up.”
I walked back inside and told that mechanic, with the sweetest smile I could conjure, that I would have someone here presently to help me with the matter.
I also asked him for the list of repairs needed along with his quote, so I could discuss it with my “friend” who would be arriving shortly.
He happily handed me the evidence of his arrest and even signed his name on it for me, so that I could “get in contact with him if I needed more than today to consider the repairs and costs.”
The cherry on top of the whole thing was, the absent manager walked in just in time to see the employee get handcuffed, and I got a free tire balance service because of what the now former employee tried to pull.
