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best revenge you got on someone who did something bad to you?
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I worked with a lady who liked to throw her not inconsiderable weight around while I was a student. She had a very demanding way about her, and would issue orders rather than ask politely. She would constantly tell me to get her something from across the room rather than fetch it herself, or tell me to get her stuff from the shops or do other menial stuff not in my job description. She was a long standing member of staff, and I a student part-timer, so I didn't feel I could refuse. She would never, ever do even the smallest favour for anyone else, even if it put her to no trouble.
Whenever I would go upstairs to fetch coffee, she would order me to get her a large Americano with low fat milk and two sweeteners. So as my little act of revenge, I would get her Americano with full fat milk, and two big sugars.
I would watch her drink it, and smile on the inside. It made me phenomenally happy.
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I worked with a lady who liked to throw her not inconsiderable weight around while I was a student. She had a very demanding way about her, and would issue orders rather than ask politely. She would constantly tell me to get her something from across the room rather than fetch it herself, or tell me to get her stuff from the shops or do other menial stuff not in my job description. She was a long standing member of staff, and I a student part-timer, so I didn't feel I could refuse. She would never, ever do even the smallest favour for anyone else, even if it put her to no trouble.
Whenever I would go upstairs to fetch coffee, she would order me to get her a large Americano with low fat milk and two sweeteners. So as my little act of revenge, I would get her Americano with full fat milk, and two big sugars.
I would watch her drink it, and smile on the inside. It made me phenomenally happy.
You make Hitler look like Mary Poppins :pac:0 -
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I worked with a lady who liked to throw her not inconsiderable weight around while I was a student. She had a very demanding way about her, and would issue orders rather than ask politely. She would constantly tell me to get her something from across the room rather than fetch it herself, or tell me to get her stuff from the shops or do other menial stuff not in my job description. She was a long standing member of staff, and I a student part-timer, so I didn't feel I could refuse. She would never, ever do even the smallest favour for anyone else, even if it put her to no trouble.
Whenever I would go upstairs to fetch coffee, she would order me to get her a large Americano with low fat milk and two sweeteners. So as my little act of revenge, I would get her Americano with full fat milk, and two big sugars.
I would watch her drink it, and smile on the inside. It made me phenomenally happy.
I'd something similar with a colleague who had been there yonks. Put me through hell and back for kicks. One day she ordered me to get her a sandwich from the local deli. As the deli worker was making up the sandwich, I saw a dead fruit fly on the slice of ham he was putting into the sandwich. He didn't notice it, and I never said a word. Sitting across from that horrible person watching her much her fly-sandwich made me phenomenally happy too. Actually, I'm still smiling thinking about it.0 -
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I was de-facto-partners with a guy for 10 years. The first few years were great, the next few, meh, the last few, I don't know what the matter with me was but perhaps I was too stubborn to call it quits. I am stubborn. He used to drive me round the bend petulantly whining that I wasn't doing what it took to make him happy, that I didn't love him enough, that I was too tight with money, all while he was sitting in front of his computer in his underwear with a beer all his waking hours, treating me like his mother, and refusing to stick at a job longer than two weeks. He hadn't always been like that and I lived in the hope that he'd find his way back to the man he used to be. Finally I got where I wanted to stop paying for the way I was being treated and rebuild my own life somehow. So the next time he tried to pick a needless fight with me, this happened:
(angrily) "You don't love me anymore. You aren't making me happy."
(in a gentle, positive tone of voice) "Well, you know, I've been thinking about that and I've realized that you're right. I've been doing everything I can for you and obviously it isn't what you need. You'd be better off if I allowed you to find someone who is able to make you happy, and I want you to be happy. So, here's the phone; call your sister and tell her to come pick you up tonight. Are these your keys? Good, I'm taking off my apartment key. I'll box your stuff up and let you know when to come pick it up."
His mouth opened and closed like a fish, slowly, a couple of times. His sister, who was on my side, told him to shut up and get in the car. I scrupulously packed everything he legitimately owned (his clothing, his gifts from me and his family, the things he purchased with his own money). He never came to pick up half of it, but he called once to ask if we could get back together. I said, "No, remember, I don't love you anymore and I don't make you happy. Please don't ask again." And he didn't.
Last I heard, he was squatting in a cheap, dirty hotel room paid for by his aging parents since neither they nor his sister could stand to be around his underwear-clad, beer-stinking, computer-addicted a***. I went on to get a promotion and raise since I was no longer struggling and depressed, was sent by my US-based multinational around the world to conduct training, and met and married a lovely Irishman while I was traveling, so now I'm here! 0 -
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maudgonner wrote: »I've never been so glad to see a banner stating that Boards is going to have downtime from 12:00.
Do you want the balls in too? That's what I said to her last night.....phnarr phnarr :rolleyes: 0 -
I was de-facto-partners with a guy for 10 years. The first few years were great, the next few, meh, the last few, I don't know what the matter with me was but perhaps I was too stubborn to call it quits. I am stubborn. He used to drive me round the bend petulantly whining that I wasn't doing what it took to make him happy, that I didn't love him enough, that I was too tight with money, all while he was sitting in front of his computer in his underwear with a beer all his waking hours, treating me like his mother, and refusing to stick at a job longer than two weeks. He hadn't always been like that and I lived in the hope that he'd find his way back to the man he used to be. Finally I got where I wanted to stop paying for the way I was being treated and rebuild my own life somehow. So the next time he tried to pick a needless fight with me, this happened:
(angrily) "You don't love me anymore. You aren't making me happy."
(in a gentle, positive tone of voice) "Well, you know, I've been thinking about that and I've realized that you're right. I've been doing everything I can for you and obviously it isn't what you need. You'd be better off if I allowed you to find someone who is able to make you happy, and I want you to be happy. So, here's the phone; call your sister and tell her to come pick you up tonight. Are these your keys? Good, I'm taking off my apartment key. I'll box your stuff up and let you know when to come pick it up."
His mouth opened and closed like a fish, slowly, a couple of times. His sister, who was on my side, told him to shut up and get in the car. I scrupulously packed everything he legitimately owned (his clothing, his gifts from me and his family, the things he purchased with his own money). He never came to pick up half of it, but he called once to ask if we could get back together. I said, "No, remember, I don't love you anymore and I don't make you happy. Please don't ask again." And he didn't.
Last I heard, he was squatting in a cheap, dirty hotel room paid for by his aging parents since neither they nor his sister could stand to be around his underwear-clad, beer-stinking, computer-addicted a***. I went on to get a promotion and raise since I was no longer struggling and depressed, was sent by my US-based multinational around the world to conduct training, and met and married a lovely Irishman while I was traveling, so now I'm here!
That's all well and good, and of course very noble, but you could at least have pissed on the box of clothes or something.0 -
EagererBeaver wrote: »That's all well and good, and of course very noble, but you could at least have pissed on the box of clothes or something.
Eh, the best revenge is the one that the wanker self-inflicts. 0 -
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