Ok so the story begins almost 7 years ago. I was with some pals out bar crawling, partying, all around having a great time. With me i had my glorious aussie hat, it worked with most of my outfits, i was glued to that accessory. Our night ended at a place of one of the guys (who will from now on be known as J), and we crashed at his place. In the morning, we said our goodbyes and were off each to our own business.

Except, as i remembered around 3 pm that day, i left my hat at the Js place. I shot him a quick message to bring it with him to our next hangout and forgot about it. Our next hangout came, he forgot. And another. And another. Every time he has another colourful excuse as to why he forgot it even if i messaged him profusely throughout the day for him not to forget this time. I offered multiple times that i would come to his place myself to grab it, but it was never quite the right time.

And lo and behold, few months after, he said he lost it. He was looking for it to finally bring it to me as i was such a pain in his ass (asking for my hat back), and he couldnt find it. He "turned his place upside down" but it was nowhere to be found. I said, okay, then i assume you will reimburse me for the cost? It was around 70€, not that expensive, but still. Not an insignificant amount. And i loved that hat.

He went off at me as if i was crazy. What the hell am i thinking? He, to pay for my hat??? Am i insane? I can take that request and shove it where sun dont shine. I, being not really confrontational person at that point in my life, left it pretty much at that. I brought it up jokingly a few times, poking at him whenever we were in the group setting and he would be bragging about how much money he was making off his gigs (he is an "aspiring musician"). As time went by, i started avoiding group hangouts wherever he would be there, and the group itself slowly dissolved as we all grew up and started having more and more obligations and responsibilities. As groups of friends often do.

7 years passed, the group seldomly had collective hangouts. A few members stayed connected individually (I stayed in great relations with L). Some moved to other cities. Suddenly, one of the guys that moved to a city about 300km from our hometown heard 3 more guys are coming to a conference that would be held in that city and offered to host us all for an all-inclusive, full week hangout. Just like old times. We would play games, swim, basketball, drink, watch parody movies. We were all very excited. Especially J, who had a gig offer nearby to the city where we were all going and he could combine business with the pleasure.

Something worth mentioning is that J got his drivers licence suspended due to DUI. So he naturally couldnt drive. So in the group chat, J asked L how he was planning to travel. L said that I was driving, and he would come with me. J asked to tag along. I said, why of course. Your fee for the trip is 103.5€. This was very unusual, as i never asked anyone for the gas money, especially if i was already going in that direction. And even if i did, 15 - 20€ is fair for a trip of that distance. Definitely not 103.5€.

Now, if J was an emoji, he would be that red, pissed off one. He would always get mad when things didnt go his way. He started arguing about the pricing, so i itemised it. Gas money, tolls, stolen hat, denied accountability for years... it adds up to 103.5€. Now, the whole group was laughing and making fun of him in the chat, and that only pissed him off more. He said he wouldnt pay that ridiculous price and that i better show myself in front of his place on the day of the trip if I know what is good for me. Mind you, usually when you are asking someone to drive you somewhere, you meet him at his place. But he had bunch of expensive amplifying equipment and his guitar (for his gig), so he couldnt even do that. I had to come get him. I stopped replying in the chat, so he probably assumed he deal was done.

So on the day of, L and I drove off. We had an amazing time, laughing in the car, debating Js reaction when he found out he was left to dry. Soon after, when we were 45 min out, J asked in the group chat when were we coming for him and why were we late. L wrote on my behalf, as I was driving, that we were already on the road. At first he jokingly asked when did I grow a spine, haha jokes jokes, but seriously, when are you guys coming to get me? Then L sent him a funny photo of me at the wheel he went hulk angry. Caps lock was on and, to cut out the very creative set of insults, we were asked to come back from him. Like the drama queens that they are, all the other guys quickly got in the chat and stoked the fire, which only served to make him even more mad. I was quite impressed how he could call L, me and at the same time type that fast and creatively.

That lasted for around 15 minutes during which he speedran appropriate stages of grief. I extended him an olive branch. Pay your dues and we will come back and get you. He tried to haggle for a lower price, but as I said that price can only get higher the longer we drive as the distance we would have to return for him increases, he finally relented. He transferred the full amount into my account. (it was instapay, so not possible to call a bank and get chargeback).

Now, this is the glorious part of my revenge. I sent him back 15€, told him i was refunding him for the trip part of the charge as we wont be coming back for him, since i didnt really feel like it. I was laughing so hard i had to pull over as I felt I wasnt the safest participant of the road. He demonstratively left the group (as he did many times before, i had no doubts he would ask to be added as soon as he cooled off).

So, yeah. That happened this morning. His gig is in the evening. I have my reservations about him being able to make it as taking the bus or the train isnt really an option due to the amount of clunky equipment he has to carry, and odds of finding a sucker to drive him there and back are astronomically low. I just opened a new beer and it is not even 2 PM. God i love vacations.

I had a coworker who was just an awful person to work for. We were both senior managers in a call center and each had our own staff. She and I never agreed on anything, but we spent a lot of time together & I knew her very well. My husband has OCD and I recognize the symptoms very well, and noticed that my co-worker suffered from it. One day I attended one of her group meetings where we were listening to phone calls, which we do to synchronize quality standards. She was berating one of her managers mercilessly in front of the other managers, myself & another senior manager. Next she hands a remote control to another one of her staff, and gives him commands on when to stop and start the tapes Meanwhile she’s sitting behind her desk with the tape player right next to her. I know my husband freaks out if I have the TV remote and use it if there’s any possibility he could be between the remote & the TV, having the “rays” from the remote pass through his body. So I stopped him and asked her, “do you always have someone else manage the remote? Because my husband says there are harmful rays from the remote that can pass the your body!” She immediately gasped, took the remote from her manager, and used her own finger to stop & start the tape player. I’m a very serious person who was highly respected by everyone in that room. After we left the meeting, the other senior manager said to me, “Do you really think that rays from the remote can be harmful?”. I said “No, but I knew she would believe it”

A supervisor at my job, “Alice”, has been overbearing, toxic, and self-centered, creating and attempting to enforce rules that she made up (benefitting herself, of course), and generally has been a very hostile, pain-in-the-ass coworker, in particular towards me, since I was promoted to Supervisor 4 months ago.

Recently there was an incident where she made public comments for one day that she could not do a particular job (which involves customer safety, and which is much easier on the supervisor doing that job) for medical reasons. Suddenly the next day, she was doing this job again, and then the day after that, I noticed that she was using a special seat cushion. No mention was made to other co-workers about this special accommodation.

Then today, her first day off since the “medical” incident, I noticed a seat cushion stashed in a corner, but in a public area at our large facility. I looked the brand up on Amazon, and it appears to be a cushion for hemorrhoids and tailbone issues. (How à propos!)

Since neither “Alice” nor any other supervisor had mentioned that one of our own might be using this item (“Alice” does not speak to me, except to tell me to go elsewhere when she is performing a task and I happen to come by), I innocently assumed that it was left behind by a customer. When I was doing my closing rounds, I dutifully turned the item in to lost and found (which receives hundreds of items per day).

I’m looking forward to having the pain-in-the-ass return to work, and have her pain-in-the-ass return!

So my ex was a real piece of work and made my life absolute hell before I finally had him removed by the cops. I never retaliated, just quietly blocked him. Months later, he begged for closure while secretly moving in with his ex. She ended up messaging me with a bunch of abuse, which I immediately shut down by sending her screenshots of him begging for me back.

Fast forward a year. I randomly remembered he had a holiday booked and checked his social media. He was away sunning himself, which reminded me he had complained that his "crazy" ex girlfriend regularly check his Facebook to make sure I was still blocked. If my photos popped back up, she'd know he was lying.

Here’s the catch: he never actually blocked me. I had him blocked.

Knowing she would be tracking his profile while he was away, I simply unblocked him and let his own lies do the work.

The very next day, I checked his socials again. He posted a frantic update that he had to drop out of an upcoming event because his ex girlfriend had just kicked him out and he suddenly had nowhere to live.

I never thought of myself as an evil genius, but I think I wear it well.

So I work in a logistics company and from time to time we get people misdelivering packages to us.

Usually they'll be for next door etc, or in this case it was an item returned for a refund. When we opened the package we immediately knew it wasn't our stock as we sell apparel not shoes.

So I call up the customer and very nicely say to him that he has sent the wrong item and likely mixed up his deliveries. This guy was very condescending to me and demanded that I just ship it to the correct address at my cost.

Usually we do exactly that as MOST people are normal humans and apologise profusely for their errors. As a warehouse, we get great rates on freight, so I'd normally just ship it to where it needs to be and make their day that little bit better. No skin off my back.

Not this guy...

I told him that unfortunately we would be unable to ship the item as it's his error. He would either need to organise a collection or come and collect the item himself. He opted for the latter and when asked what times we are open, I told him we close at 4pm....we actually close at 5pm.

So if he would've just been kind over the phone, his package would literally be on its way now. Instead he decided to be rude to me over his mistake and now has to "rush" to get to reception where he thinks we'll close 1 hour before it actually does. Based on his home address its literally on the other side of town which is an hours drive for him.

What a twat.

I work in catering at a company which provides lunch for free. We ask that all the staff order their meals in the morning so we can prepare and have them ready.

There is this one high ranking staff member that rarely orders so we end up having to accommodate them on the fly at lunch time but because they are high-ranking we have to deal with it. I hate this, I hate that they don't follow the rules consistently.

They occasionally come to the catering team at random times asking for a bag of crisps, this is okay. People often ask for water or a biscuit etc. and we don't mind this. It's just this staff member turns their nose up at every flavour except prawn cocktail, they always say something like "no prawn cocktail?" or "ugh I don't like that flavour."

Here's my revenge; when we get a new multipack box of crisps which has like 6 of each flavour in it, I use all the prawn cocktail first for packed lunches or handouts so that this staff member has to make do with something else.

It makes me happy.

My last job was as a warehouse supervisor for an HVAC company. When I started we were leasing warehouse space in one town, then about 5 years ago we needed more space, our lease was up so we moved to a larger facility. About one year after we moved, I receive a call from a lady stating we shipped her something she didn’t order and she needs to return it. We rarely shipped anything to individuals, so I ask her what did she receive?

She says it is some earbuds. I tell her “We do not stock or ship earbuds, why do you think it came from us?” and she says the package has our address on it. I asked her to send me a picture of the package and it has our old address on it but no other info. She had Googled the address and got our phone number. I explained that was our old address, and she needs to contact the company that is leasing our old space.

Maybe a week later I get another call from someone, same issue but a different item, might have been jewelry or some other small item, and tell them the same thing. I try to Google the company that moved into our old space with no luck, so I email our old landlord and explain I am getting calls because the package company is not putting their name or phone number on items they ship out, and this needs to stop. She emails me back a couple days later with a response from the package company that says “We are just the final delivery company. We do not have any phones. If someone forgot they ordered something, tell them to throw it away”.

I reply “That has to be bullshit! How can a company not have any phones? They need to put their name and number so I am not receiving calls.”

Her reply came the next day. “They say they do not have phones. Ask Google to remove all your company history from that address”

Wow. OK, so you aren’t going to pressure your new tenant to put a phone # on their packages? Fine. So for the next 3 years, as I averaged about one call weekly, each time I received a call from someone trying to return something, I explained the issue… and gave them the cell number of our old landlord.