Imagine working a long shift, dreaming of the tasty meal you packed, only to find it’s vanished—again. For anyone who's ever had their lunch swiped at work, this tale from r/PettyRevenge is pure, greasy catharsis. What started as a kitchen prank at Hooters evolved into a workplace sting operation so perfectly petty, it left Redditors in stitches and food thieves everywhere on high alert.
Let’s set the scene: You’ve just survived a week from hell, your salvation comes in the form of a party-sized bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, and you stash them in your room with an actual, handwritten threat to your snack-thieving roommate. The next day, your precious Cheetos are gone—vanished! If you’ve ever lived with a serial snack swiper, you know that feeling of betrayal burns hotter than any spicy dust.
But instead of going nuclear, our hero (Reddit’s u/suprmexp) cooked up a delightfully petty revenge so satisfying, the internet is still cackling. Welcome to the Cheeto-pocalypse: where justice is orange, cheesy, and gets everywhere.
It started with a wrong number. It ended with a Craigslist personals ad that would make even Cupid blush. If you’ve ever received an unsolicited, ahem, “eggplant” photo, or had your phone blown up by a persistent stranger, you’ll appreciate this tale of petty revenge that had Reddit’s r/PettyRevenge community in stitches—and sparked a lively debate about just how far is too far when it comes to getting even.
We all wish we could find the perfect way to shut down creeps who can’t take a hint. For one Redditor, u/Frequent_War_6439, the solution was as creative as it was hilarious (and a little ruthless). When a Spanish-speaking admirer refused to stop calling—and then escalated to sending explicit photos—our heroine decided to help him find the attention he so desperately craved… just not in the way he expected.
When most people think of family drama, they imagine tense Thanksgiving dinners or arguments over who gets Grandma’s cookie recipe. But for u/polishbyproxy, the drama after their father’s passing cranked the chaos up to eleven—complete with squatters, forged signatures, insurance fraud, and a relentless battle to save their dad’s house from grifters. If you’ve ever wondered how far some folks will go to rip off the recently bereaved (and how you can fight back), buckle up. This is one wild ride through the world of squatter scams and the power of keeping receipts.
Picture this: You’re a queer teen in the American South, quietly living your best life, when your best friend’s dad (let’s call him Patrick) suddenly morphs from “tolerant” to “torrential” the moment you swap long locks for a short, stylish haircut. His homophobia simmers, his rants intensify, and your mere existence allegedly threatens to “corrupt” his precious daughter. What’s a nonbinary, aromantic-asexual cookie enthusiast to do?
Answer: You kill him with kindness—a whopping 48 homemade chocolate chip cookies’ worth of kindness, to be exact.
If you’ve ever spent a weekend at a Renaissance faire, you know it’s equal parts fantasy and chaos. Now, imagine living that chaos for weeks on end, crammed in an RV with your business partners and—just to keep things spicy—a brand-new intern who won’t stop complaining. That’s the setup for one of the most delightfully petty tales to grace Reddit’s r/PettyRevenge: the saga of “Santo” and the mythical rainwater cistern.
Sit back, grab your (possibly period-appropriate) mug of mead, and prepare to learn how a team of crafty leatherworkers turned a whiny intern’s misery into a masterclass in harmless payback—one that had Reddit laughing, singing, and asking for more.
We’ve all been there: trapped in a classroom, desperately trying to focus, when the unmistakable stench of cigarettes wafts through the air. Maybe it’s a classmate who just discovered Marlboros, or—worse—a teacher who seems to have replaced their morning coffee with a carton of Camels. But what can you do, powerless student that you are? Well, as one Redditor recently proved, sometimes the smallest acts of mischief deliver the most satisfying results.
Let’s dive into a tale where a humble Bic Biro pen became the secret weapon in a subtle, psychological battle—a story that has thousands on Reddit applauding its low-key brilliance and snickering at the sheer pettiness of it all.
Imagine strolling down one of Europe’s most charming shopping streets: cobblestones underfoot, historic façades overhead, and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of nearby flowers. Every store window gleams—well, except for one, stubbornly streaked and stained, despite its owner’s best (or perhaps worst) efforts. Behind this not-so-reflective glass lies a tale of entitlement, chemistry, and deliciously petty revenge that had Reddit cheering.
If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you cross a boutique owner with a “Karen” and a bucket of high-tech soap, buckle up. This story, originally posted by u/BigAssumption8216 on r/PettyRevenge, proves that sometimes, the cleanest clapbacks leave the longest marks.
Picture this: a small, bustling office where everyone knows everyone, and the communal kitchen is a battleground for snacks. Enter Karen, the power-tripping receptionist with a knack for hoarding every sweet treat in sight. But when her candy capers collide with office politics and a dash of karma, the result is a tale so satisfying, it’s practically chewy with schadenfreude.
Let’s unwrap this delicious story of petty revenge, office dynamics, and the internet’s take on justice served… with nougat.
Let’s be honest: nothing gets people fired up quite like being asked for their ID at the checkout counter. For some, it’s a compliment. For others, an affront to their perceived maturity. But for one Redditor working retail, asking for ID isn’t just a job requirement—it’s a chance for a little delicious, harmless, and oh-so-petty revenge.
Meet u/llexii_writes, the hero (or villain, depending on how attached you are to your wallet) of today’s story. When an entitled 19-year-old customer tried to buy alcohol and threw a tantrum about being carded—bragging, illegally, about buying booze at 14—our intrepid clerk decided to make ID checks his own personal crusade. Every. Single. Time. The customer comes in, it’s “ID, please.” Picture? Not good enough. Memory? Doesn’t count. Even after the guy turns 25, the answer will still be the same: “Let’s see that ID.”
So, why do people get so worked up over a little piece of plastic? And who really wins this power struggle between retail worker and would-be rebel? Let’s dive into the world of petty revenge, liquor laws, and the unexpected joys (and headaches) of being carded.