rSlash - r/Pettyrevenge I Turned My Thieving Roommate Orange

Episode Date: December 29, 2024

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I shared an apartment with a girl who had no concept of boundaries. She constantly borrowed my stuff without asking. Clothes, shoes and worst of all, my makeup. I told her countless times to stop, but she always brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal. The last straw came when I found out that she used my expensive foundation for a party and didn't even bother cleaning the bottle. That's when I decided it was time to teach her a lesson. I went out and bought a cheap old foundation from the dollar store and swapped

it with mine, adding a bit of self-tanner to the mix. I left it in plain sight on my vanity and waited. Sure enough, the next weekend, she waltzed out of the bathroom with an orange face. I didn't say a word as she hit it off to her party. The next day, she came home furious, complaining that people had been laughing at her all night. I just smiled and said, oh, maybe it wasn't your shade. She didn't touch my stuff again after that. Also, as someone who's never used makeup or tanner before, I was curious so the comments clarify. Sarcastic Devil writes, did she not use a mirror when applying it?

How did she not notice before leaving the house? Rumbun clarifies, self-tanner doesn't change the skin a different color instantly. It happens gradually over 30 to 60 minutes. Down in the comments, we had this story from Significant Fee. My mom worked at a factory where in the locker room, each woman was assigned a cubby where you leave your coat, personal belongings, etc. There was one woman who constantly borrowed personal items, such as makeup, hairspray, etc. and refused to stop when asked. One lady solved the problem with hairspray, etc. and refused to stop when asked.

One lady solved the problem with hairspray. She painstakingly faked a can of red spray paint with the label of a popular can of hairspray, sat it on the shelf in her cubby and then left the locker room. She had gathered together with her friends and they were waiting for the thief to walk out of the locker room. They didn't have to wait long because the thief came out of the locker room in a hurry with a head of red paint. I would have given anything to witness that. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase caught red handed, or in this case red-headed I guess. Our next reddit post is from scorpionidomia.

Alright, so this might not be the pettiest thing out there, but it felt amazing at the time. My apartment complex has assigned parking spots, and each unit has one spot that's, you know, yours. For weeks, my new neighbor started parking in my spot after work. At first, I let it slide. I figured she just got confused or whatever. But when it kept happening, I left a polite note asking her to please use her own spot. The next day I come home and yep, her car is there again.

She crumpled my note and left it under her wiper like she was proud of ignoring it. So I decided to just use her spot instead. Every day, without fail, I parked right in her designated spot. It took two days before she started leaving notes on my car asking me to stop. I kept switching spots with her until she finally knocked on my door to confront me. I just acted clueless and told her, oh, I thought we were doing a swap since you were using mine. She sputtered out some excuse, but she finally stopped.

Now every time I pull into my spot and I see that her car isn't there, it's a tiny little win. Down in the comments we have this story from Coder Joe. I had a neighbor do this, taking my assigned covered parking spots. I parked directly behind them and went to bed. Luckily, there was enough space for others to get past my car. The next morning, this butthole banged on my door and demanded I move my car. I made them wait nearly an hour while I showered and dressed before releasing my automotive hostage.

They were very late for work and never parked in my spot again. Then a similar story from Everett Sucks. Yeah, I did that as well. I had these guys parking in my spot all the time. Honking and leaving notes did nothing, so I just blocked them in with my car. Sure enough, here they come banging on my door at 4am. And I answer the door holding a pistol like I do anytime someone bangs on my door at 4am. They were suddenly very apologetic and never parked in my spot again. Our next Reddit post is from Neelanthemirror. A few years ago, I found out that my now ex-husband

was having multiple affairs. I contacted the women in an attempt to figure out what was going on, like timelines. Most of the women were lovely and I held no contempt or anger for them. They were victims of his lies and deception too. But one woman took a different approach. She was rude and abusive, accusing me of being controlling, frigid, fat, etc. Unfortunately, she was in Ireland and we were in Australia, so I had no chance to confront her. I just had to move on and deal with my real problems. But I couldn't shake the audacity. So I looked up her socials. She was straight up OBSESSED with Australian MasterChef.

Obsessed! Being a fan myself, I knew that the show aired and was finished in Australia before it was shown in Ireland. So I screenshot the winning dish and mentioned her in a tweet containing the details of the winner and the runner-up in the winning dish photo. Hahaha. Then, I set my alarm in my phone and did the, hahaha, did the exact same thing one year later.

After the second, hahaha, after the second spoiler, she put her Twitter account on private. Ah, revenge is truly a dish best served cold, OP! Our next Reddit post is from Sundress Comic. Three years ago, I was fired from a stained glass studio where I worked as an artist because I was vocal about company safety. The owner made me the safety person because I had come from a studio that took safety seriously. I read OSHA manuals and gave so many suggestions about unsafe practices that we had in the

studio handling lead, acid, and other dangerous materials. After a few years of my suggestions being mostly ignored, someone who actually was not me called OSHA during COVID when my coworkers were not masking. My boss suspected it was me since I was the most vocal about safety and they rehired my replacement shortly after, removed my safety person duties, and fired me after enough time had passed that it wouldn't look suspicious. They cited lack of work for the reason, but they had just hired someone and were firing me instead. It just doesn't add up. All in all, this was a place where my contributions and expertise were largely unacknowledged

and unappreciated. At the time, I had been pursuing my own work as an artist. When I was fired, I had no idea how or if I'd be able to make ends meet in Los Angeles, but I did. In fact, this firing was the best thing that could have happened for my career. Last night I saw my old boss at an event. His studio is doing so badly that he had to cut everyone's hours to two days a week. Many people are looking for new jobs.

He said, I heard you had a show. And yes, I actually did have a solo show up with the major gallery. And I had more than $30,000 in savings, and so much work on the horizon that I'm booked for the next two years. I said, yes, things are going really well, and flashed him a huge smile. Success is truly the best revenge. Also, to be clear, OP didn't tell his boss that he had 30k in savings because that'd be pretty cringe to be honest. He's just gloating online to show how well he's been doing.

Our next reddit post is from Moosefish. I wasn't on speaking terms with one of my brothers, and for good reason. He tried to start a fist fight with my now husband, and his wife threatened to shoot me. At the time, we were engaged and I made it clear to both my brother and the rest of the family that he was NOT invited to the wedding. However, my mother took it upon herself to reach out and say that she talked with him and he and his wife promised to behave. I reminded her that he was absolutely not invited and she had no right to do that, and she needed

to call him back and make that known. Her response? But he's your brother, think of the family! To make matters worse, we were receiving a lot of pressure to pay for an open bar, when we don't even drink ourselves, as well as pay for a bigger venue even though we wanted a small and more intimate wedding. Where was this pressure coming from? Why, none other than my alcoholic mother, who wanted to invite a bunch of relatives I've never met and take advantage of an open bar. Now, here comes the fun part. I was at my wits end

with all this family drama. So, one Monday evening a couple of months before the wedding, the following conversation took place between me and my husband. What are you doing tomorrow? Hanging out with you. Why? Want to get married? Are you serious? Hell yeah!

And we did! We eloped with just us and a couple of friends that offered to officiate the wedding that Tuesday evening. We saved thousands upon thousands of dollars. We didn't have to deal with all the drama, and we had our small and intimate wedding that we wanted. Honestly, I wish we'd done this to begin with. However, my mother lost her mind. She posted all over Facebook seeking pity about not being at her daughter's wedding, and how could I do that to her? Funny how she didn't mention any of the details that I wrote

about in this post, And it was all about her once and woe is me. What's even more funny is we would have had the wedding she wanted if she had respected our decisions. So no, you don't get to invite unwanted guests, make demands, and then show up to our wedding. Our next reddit post is from ENTP on Crack Energy. I went for a food tasting recently at an Indian restaurant for an event that me and my three older male colleagues and friends are planning. The owner of the restaurant assumed immediately that one of my guy friends was the one with the money and the one in charge. I'm a rather subdued person when you first meet me, so I don't blame him for that mixup.

During the food tasting, he was doing a good sales pitch and tried to drop some humor in there. We started talking about catering and he turns to my male friend and asks if I can cook because I don't look like it from how skinny I am. He was obviously assuming that I'm someone's wife and he wasn't speaking to me directly as if I wasn't on equal parts with the men. I simply stared at him blankly, intensely enough for him to feel uncomfortable. Even replying to such a stupid comment is beyond me. It wasn't a scowl, but it was enough of an unreadable expression that he could tell that I didn't approve. Immediately he retracted and said, I'm sorry I'm being an awkward uncle. That wasn't enough to make me say no to the venue, however. We started talking about corkage and supplying

drinks and so forth and as I'm the younger one of the lot he turns to one of the men and says you'll need a limit on shots because you know the younger ones, gesturing to me, can go a bit crazy. My friend told him that I don't drink and then he pressed on and said that my friends probably do because you know how girls go wild. This is a professional event and I came as a professional but at that point I felt like I was being treated like a young bimbo. Again, I was the one with the deposit and the final say so I didn't feel the need to say anything apart from glare at him. After the tasting, he was very sure that it was a done deal. So before even getting a yes from

us, he turns up at the table with the cost spreadsheet and the card reader. I was still contemplating whether to book this place. Of course the manager is a turd, but the price was good and I care more for getting the job done. As a joke, as if this was the funniest thing ever, he passes me the card machine and says 500 pound deposit and then laughs as if the idea that I was going to pay was the most outlandish thing and then says, don't worry, look at

her face, just kidding. Again, I simply stared and the rest of the men around me were looking down really uncomfortably. It was a joke that bombed at the table with awkward silence. So I told him that we really appreciate the food, but the venue isn't really what we're looking for. This was the first time that we had actually spoken to each other all evening, and he looked very confused to hear it from me. Again, he turned to my male friend to double check what I said, and my friend said, well,

it's her event. And the manager's face dropped. The truth was, I wasn't really happy with the minimum capacity of the venue and I didn't like the fact that they were also renting out upstairs for a separate event. So I had valid reasons to decline, but his lack of social awareness really tipped my decision over the edge. His attitude lost him around $9,000 in business, and I hope it stings. It was so satisfying seeing his awkward expression when he realized I was the decision maker.

Our next Reddit post is from Bagel Under Couch. This happened a few months after I'd moved to Chicago. I'd moved there from Romania where I'd been living and going to school. I loved Romania. The people are great. Anyways, while I was there, due to my living situation, I had to learn the language fast and thoroughly. Not many people around me spoke English outside of the university that I was at. So fast forward to the few months after I arrived in Chicago.

Imagine my surprise when the driver of the Uber I'd ordered appeared to have a Romanian name. The area had a lot of Eastern Europeans, so I guess it shouldn't have been so surprising. I was really excited to talk to him and make sure that I wasn't getting rusty, maybe even make a friend. So the guy pulls up, I get in, he greets me, but he appears to be on the phone with a buddy or family member, so I just sit quietly in the back, listening in a bit. The person on the other end asks if the driver is getting off work soon and he responded with something like, No, I still have a few hours left, then I'll go home.

Right now I have someone in the car. God, I hate this country! The women here are so fat and ugly! At least this one has a nice chest but why can't she lose some weight? And he goes on and on about all the problems with me and other American women. Now, I've always been a bit on the chonky side and you best believe the Romanians love to comment on it so I was used to it. But I was a bit shocked that this guy was going off like that. Anyway, I'm just kinda sitting bemused in the backseat as we near my destination. Then I tell him, in Romanian, with all my might

trying to pull off the distinct accent of the region I'd been living in, can you just pull over here on the right? I swear, this guy's head spun around like the exorcist girl and turned a shade of red I've seen nowhere else in nature. He didn't say anything, just pulled over. When I got out, I said thanks and added, you're not attractive and you're also fat so maybe you shouldn't make comments like that. I've never again reached such levels of self-pride. Down in the comments we have this story from Logical B. My family is deaf but I'm hearing. Occasionally when we go out I'll keep quiet and just listen. Once as we were being seated our waitress told another waitress,

Great! More dumb deaf people! We were following her so nobody saw her lips, and she had no clue that I could hear her. She proceeded to talk trash about the deaf community and then turned around with a fake smile and gestured to our seats. When it was time to order, I said, Well, I guess we're too deaf and dumb to read the menu, so maybe you want to read it to me while I translate? Her face was in complete shock. Our next reddit post is from Deleted. Some years ago, my partner and I managed a bar and we had live acts every Friday night.

We'd inherited a few bookings from the previous managers, but we honored those bookings. One night, we had a comedian who before us had performed regularly at this bar. Anyways, at the time, I dressed like a student and had long dyed hair. The regulars all knew that I was the manager and had no problems with my appearance. The comedian starts his act and spots me collecting glasses and proceeds to complain about students, how lazy they are, look at this one, can't get a proper job, what's with her hair, etc. He's getting no laughter, so he carries on laying into me. I smile and continue working.

After the set, I walk over to give him his cash, and he's already got more dates to book with us. The joy as I said, no thanks, I'm the manager and I'll never book you again. Watching his face fall was beautiful.