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Let’s face it, there are a lot of ugly people in the world, some who would be better off getting their just deserts sooner rather than later. After all, haven’t you ever come across someone you just downright hate?
And it’s not invalid hate either. They’re just really crappy people. Well, these men and women ran into some assholes who they served delicious judgment. Read their stories!
I work at a retail store for a major telecom provider.
I had a customer come in a purchase a pay-as-you-go phone and $100 top up balance one night (I don’t make any commission on paygo phones and they’re a pain in the ass for the most part). That day we had been experiencing some network issues which was causing a delay between me setting up the device on the network and the phone actually activating. The customer was in a bit of a rush so I made sure everything went smoothly and that I properly explained the issue we were having so any issues wouldn’t freak him out. He told me he understood and that he would let us know if he had any further issues.
I get a phone call 2 hours later from the same guy yelling at me that his phone was broken. Apparently he had took it into his local store and they told him the phone was defective and whoever sold it to him was an idiot because it should of never left the store. This not being my first rodeo, I kindly reminded the customer on our conversation about the delay and suggested he pull the battery and restart the phone to solve the issue. He replied with a few choice cusswords and told me he was going to get me fired for the inconvenience then hung up.
The next day while I was filing some paperwork I was startled with a “HEY! YEA, REMEMBER ME?” And I looked up to see the same customer in the store stomping over to my counter with his phone and paperwork. As he started ranting and raving about how much trouble I was in I took the battery out of his phone and restarted it, fixing the problem.
Me: “There you go, problem fixed.”
Him: “What? How did you do that?”
Me: “Remember when I told you to pull the battery to fix the issue? That’s all I did.”
Him: “Well I shouldn’t of had to drive all the way down here to fix that!”
Me: “You didn’t, I told you on the phone what to do.”
As soon as I said that the customer completely shut down, mumbled a goodbye and wakes out. The kicker was that he lived an hour away so he drove a 2 hour round trip for me to do a simple battery pull.
As for the other store, I found out what rep had gone on about how much of an idiot I was for selling a “defective” phone and contacted their manager who I just so happened to be friends with. Rep got a 3rd and final written warning as was fired soon after for repeatedly shit-talking his co-workers. Good riddance.
Neighbors tend to be jerks. One will call my kids names, yell at my dogs. The other will do all kinds of weird things like watch everything we do. Go outside after we do just to watch what were doing. Put their garbage cans and bags on our lawn instead of their driveway. Some petty stuff, some irritating, some just plain rude.
I decided to grab one of my old routers and turn it on. Once a week I change the SSID’s to something attacking their craziness…
So it’s an ongoing story. One that is passive aggressive so to say. But I name the access points to where it is OBVIOUS to all the other neighbors what the message is.
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I used to work as a referee at a Men’s hockey league that required all players to have helmet stickers to prove they had signed the leagues insurance waiver. (sign the waiver, get the sticker, put it on your helmet and you can play) It was really common for guys to be too lazy to walk upstairs to the office and get their stickers so we would constantly have to bother them during a game to go and get one im
mediately.
So one Friday night I go up to a guy without a sticker and tell him to go get one, he tells me that the office told him they ran out of stickers and he could play. So I let him continue to play while I get my timekeeper to radio my convenor who then had to call the office and check the guy’s story. Turns out he lied to me, the office had plenty of stickers and he was just being lazy (this was annoyingly common).
So I blow my whistle at the next stoppage of play and go over to tell him that he lied but that since it was now the last half of the third period I would let him play but that he had to get one before his next game. His team played back to back games that night so I would know for sure that he got one and didn’t mid doing him that favour. He agreed and thanked me for being cool about it to my face but as I skated away he called me a fucking idiot. I in turn assessed a game misconduct for abuse of official which in that league carried an automatic one game suspension and would force him to miss his next game. He didn’t like this and cursed me out more before leaving the ice.
After that game as I was walking back to the ice for this guy’s team’s next game he came up to me and apologized to me which was nice, that is until he then asked me to let him play in the next game. I promptly told him not a chance and walked away, he cursed me out again but had to sit out the game and all for a sticker that he could have easily gotten by walking upstairs to the league office.
TLDR: suspended a belligerent hockey player from a back to back game for not getting a helmet sticker.
Growing up I had the displeasure of living across the street from two very cruel twin sisters. They were very close, would do everything together, lie to protect each other, etc. I ended up being “friends” with them until approximately middle/high school, but looking back on it I don’t know if I would call it friendship. They (especially one of them, let’s call her Jenny) lied to me constantly, talked about me behind my back, manipulated me and my brother, and straight up bullied us as well as other kids. When I was young I didn’t really realize how fucked up she/they were, but as I distanced myself from them entering high school and made real friends it was clear that I should’t hang around them anymore. Jenny ended up having to change schools because “everyone was mean to her.” Her sister, who I honestly believe I had a genuine friendship with at one point, remained at my high school. The last straw with her was that she lied to my face about my boyfriend kissing another girl. Her story held no ground and it was the most made up shit I’d ever heard. I ended up calling her out and storming off on her, but afterwards the fucked up thing was that I ended up apologizing to her for not believing her word. Whatever, I didn’t want drama, so I moved on but after that point I was done.
So I’m in my grade 12 English course and we have to write a short story to practice for our exam. I ended up writing a story about a situation that had occurred with Jenny back in elementary school. Jenny had tried to prevent this one kid, Billy, from playing with us in the playground. Billy was picked on a lot. Jenny had made every kid vote for whether or not they wanted this kid to play. Most kids, probably afraid of Jenny, voted with her to not let Billy play. But ONE kid ended up voting to let Billy play with us. Jenny ended up interrogating this kid about why they wanted Billy to play, and in the end she begrudgingly allowed Billy to join our game. I remember feeling so much justice had been delivered that day, and so I wrote about it in my grade 12 English class. I had elaborated on some of the details to be sure for the sake of telling a good story, but the important points were left unchanged. I was also sure to leave in some details about Jenny’s appearance, including her purple overalls that she would wear all the time, her blond pigtails, and the character’s name in the story was very close to her real name (equivalent to calling the character Jenny when her real name was Jennifer).
Now here I need to note that my English 12 teacher taught two sections of the same course. Both sections received the same lessons. Well my teacher ended up loving my story so much that he ended up photocopying it for everyone and we all read it out loud and analysed it as a class (although my name was marked out). We also did the same for two other stories from students, so there were three stories in total, shared among the two class sections. Remember, the summary of my story was that Jenny was a total bitch, everyone hated her, and that day that kid stood up against her. After reading my story, no one in my class liked Jenny one bit. Well Jenny’s sister was in the other section of English 12 taught by the same teacher. I never got full confirmation, but I have every reason to believe that my teacher read out my story with his class that Jenny’s sister was in. I have no doubt that she knew I had written the story and that Jenny was in fact Jennifer, her sister. Haven’t had real contact with either of them since (about 7 years).
We were living in London and I had a little mini that was always parked on the street outside our apartment. One morning I was at the gym in our building and the guy who ran it, said “too bad about your car it must have been hit by someone”. I went outside and sure enough there was a big dent in the front of my car. I had insurance but this was not going to be good. Fortunately in London there’s lots of CCTV and I had conveniently parked in front of a business that had one. I went over and spoke to them in my sweetest manner, told them what happened and wondered if they could help me. The security guy said, I’m busy now, but later I’ll have a look and come by at the end of business….I waited wondering what if any luck I’d had. When I went by that evening, he had printed out stills and asked me if I needed video which showed a big bread delivery truck crashing in to my car with the telephone number conveniently on the side in a large font. I called the Bread company. Over the course of a couple days – we went back and forth. Their driver denied everything. I then informed them that I had video and still from the CCTV across the street and wondered if they wanted to pay for repairs or should I just go to the police? The couriered the check to me the next day.
-bystander1981
When I was about 13 years old, my family had saved up to take us to Six Flags Over Georgia. It’s about a two hour drive away from our house, so we left early to get there as soon as it opened so we wouldn’t have to fight any crowds at the gate. As we pull into the parking lot, we find a decent parking spot in an area thats already packed. As we start to pull into the spot, a car of four 20-something-year-olds, cut us off and take the spot. Ok, what ever we think. But no. To add injury to insult the driver then gets out and yells “What the fuck you gonna do about it BITCH?” His buddies all have a good laugh and head to the gate. I can tell my dad is steamed but he keeps his mouth shut. We find another spot and as we are heading to the gate, my dad says he’ll be back and walks off. Fast forward to the end of the day. The park is closed and we are the last group of people leaving the park. We hop in the car and low and behold, as we are leaving the parking lot, we see the same car with 4 flat tires, and 4 pissed off guys just sitting there. My dad drives by them and without missing a beat, rolls down the window and yells “What the fuck are you gonna do about it BITCH?” as we drive off into the sunset.
I made a girl fat… and not by marrying her. In 2003, my office got a new secretary and a new manager. The secretary, a thin blonde, was a vile she-devil, she wouldn’t do anything the staff asked (find info, set up calls, get coffee for anyone who wasn’t herself) and the manager wouldn’t do anything about it. We joked that her job title was “Internet Quality Control” because she more-or-less sent personal email and played on myspace all day, to which when she overheard, literally went to the manager in tears.
Then one day I got a rather large jar of candy as a gift and she just about single-handedly consumed half of it, which pissed me off good. Then later that week, I brought in a dozen donuts and she ate half of them on her own. Upon putting the facts together, our web designer, editor and I decided to fuel the fire in something we called “Operation: Butter-Up”, where we each in turn brought in a large bag of candy to full up my jar as fast as she could empty it.
In the course of three months, she put on 20 pounds. In a years time, she unrecognizable and along with being a crank, she was an idiot and couldn’t figure out how. Several times a week we provided her sweets and snacks of every kinds until her boyfriend dumped her, which was about eight months into the project, and she had to get a new wardrobe.
We lucked out because she was rather stupid, but we had more diabolical measures lined up if she stopped eating the candy, along the lines of mixing in weight-gainer to the non-dairy creamer she was using and things of that nature.
That was 2003 and she’s still big to this day, saw her on Facebook and smiled at our handiwork. Still single to this day, and I would like to think that we had something to do with it.
I have two but here is my dad’s.
We lived just across from a pool complex in a little street when I was little and we constantly had the issue of people parking across our driveway, this annoyed my dad, but he was friends with the pool owner and would just get him to announce over the megaphone to move the car and they would apologise and do so 99% of the time. Once we had this one car that would park IN our driveway IN our garage. The first time this happened my dad was just dumbstruck that someone had the nerve to do this. So he did his usual thing to get them to move, and this 30s woman comes up in a huff all annoyed that we broke her swimming routine. She moves her car and goes back. However the next day it happens again, so he just parks her in and goes in gets changed and goes to relax by the pool. After an hour the owner comes along and says that the woman is complaining that she is parked in and wants to leave, my dad responds, “She parks in my garage, she can leave when I feel like moving my car.” She then storms over and demands that he move it because she has an appointment yaddayaddayadda. My dad relaxes for an hour before finally moving it. He hopes that has taught her a lesson. But lo and behold she does it the next day again. So he uses the old coat hanger trick to open the door and takes her passenger seat out, and puts around the next corner. He then locks it up and parks her in, sure enough she comes around and demands to be let out, he does so without a word and lets her drive out. As she leaves she goes to put her bag on the passenger seat and notices it missing. She does a double take and then stares at my dad in alarm, he just stares her down slowly, then points to the corner where the seat is. She is obviously startled and drives off. We never saw her again.
TLDR Don’t fuck with my dad’s driveway.
My family used to live across the road from a school. I didn’t go to said school as despite it’s large complex, the grades produced had never been that good (barely any A’s, few B’s and mostly C’s and below).
Often in the morning parents would drop their kids off in front of the house, preventing us from getting out of the drive and on occasion almost crashing as we pulled out. The kids were worse, they would constantly litter and drop cigarette butts onto the street which would blow into our and some neighbours driveways.
My dad often complained to this school’s headmaster to educate the pupils on littering or at least put some more bins around the site. This request was ignored despite complaints from neighbours as well.
He (my dad) decided enough was enough and began to collect up this litter and put it into a separate bin, he also did this for other houses on the street. These eventually got full and the littering continued and my dad pretty much lost it.
He got together a team of the neighbours one night and broke into the school. Bearing in mind that these are all men between 40 and 65. They proceed to empty around 12 bins worth of rubbish and litter around the school site whilst my dad uses spray paint to write “How do YOU like it?”.
This was a sunday so all the kids coming to school for a new week saw it. My dad or the neighbours never got caught by the police because of lack of evidence and no witnesses. The school proceeded to put bins pretty much everywhere and the neighbourhood looked considerably better.
TL;DR My dad and the old neighbours take on litterers, and shows them who’s boss.
I work as a security guard at a retirement home in a shifty part of town. Not much happens as a result of me being here and being on top of who is in our parking lots. One day, months ago as the hype of a new update to pokemon go was at its peak I start seeing unfamiliar cars parking in our parking lot, due to the fact that our property has a gym and a pokestop on it.
I go to each car and more times then not I see a phone in their hand. I tell each one they can finish up but please do not come back as they are trespassing. Most nicely agree, some leave immediately in a huff, and two question “why not”. Our subject was one of the two.
He looked the part of a typical fuckboi and drove what looks like a blue Hyundai i10. He argued why not and i calmly explained because this is private property and i dont want to explain to my boss why I’m allowing some guy to trespass on the property just to play some phone app.
He leaves in a huff. I see him the next day and the next. Now I had played pokemon go for about two months when it first came out and had about a level 14 profile. And I figured that i’d just start kicking him off the gym as soon as he takes it over. That didn’t quite work he was a level 32 and his pokemon wrecked mine.
So I start to do some research and I looked into how to get stronger pokemon. I read about IVs and I also read about geo spoofing. So that’s what I did. I send my account to the busiest pokemon go locations and acquired items and strong pokemon over the course of 2 months.
Now comes the day of reckoning. I’ve seen this blue Hyundai’d bastard every night for two months drive into our parking lot and with each warning he would just come back again. So now after two months of casually hunting and training the day has come.
With an account now at level 29 and a superpowered SS, S, and A ranking squad it’s time to kick him off as soon as he takes over the gym, and that’s what I did. He started showing up less, and one of the days he would take over the gym, leave to take another gym down the street, and come back to try and retake the gym i took. After that day I started to geo spoof to every gym he would take just to kick him off. I wouldn’t even occupy the gyms that if kick him off only the one at my work.
After about a month of him showing up less and less I think he has finally giving up on the game. I havn’t seen him at my work or at any gym locations in our city in over 2 weeks. I think I’ve ruined the game for him.
