Elevator Wars: When a Dog-Hating Neighbor Gets a Stinky Dose of Petty Revenge

Anime-style illustration of a high-rise condo with a dog waiting for an elevator, highlighting urban pet challenges.
In this vibrant anime scene, the struggle of waiting for an elevator in a busy 35-story condo comes to life, alongside the challenges of being a dog owner in an urban setting. How do you handle pet care in high-rise living?

If you’ve lived in a high-rise, you know that the real battleground isn’t the gym or the rooftop pool—it’s the elevator. But what happens when one neighbor decides their fear of dogs entitles them to VIP elevator access, even at the expense of everyone else and their furry friends? Reddit user u/legalnerd-7991 found out the answer, and let's just say it involves a lot of doggie doo and a masterclass in pettiness.

Welcome to the wild world of elevator etiquette, canine companions, and one neighbor who bit off way more than she could chew. Grab your popcorn (and maybe a clothespin for your nose), because this is one revenge story that really stinks—in the best way possible.

Let’s set the stage: Imagine living on the 34th floor of a 35-story condo, where the elevator is already a game of patience on par with Disney’s longest lines. Add in a sweet Labrador named Bubba, who, fresh off a vet visit and surgery, requires near-hourly trips outside for “business.” As any dog owner knows, when nature calls, you answer—no matter how many stairs stand between you and the nearest patch of grass.

But our protagonist’s high-rise had a wild card: a particular neighbor notorious for her intolerance of dogs. Not only did she insist on riding elevators solo due to her canine fears, but she also had a habit of physically kicking dogs to keep them away. (Yes, really.) That’s not just a lack of manners—it’s a one-way ticket to Karma Central.

When Bubba’s owner patiently waited 15 minutes for an elevator at peak time, only to be told by Ms. Dog Hater to “wait for the next one,” patience finally ran out. After all, Bubba is a recovering patient, not a public enemy! The owner stood their ground, protected Bubba from a grabby hand, and went about their walk.

But what’s a little elevator snub in the grand scheme of high-rise living? Oh, just the start of a legendary campaign of petty revenge that left the neighbor with a nose full of justice.

Enter the Great Poo Bag Payback. Every time Bubba did his business, his owner dutifully bagged it up—but instead of heading straight to the trash, those bags started multiplying outside one particular front door. Ten steaming hot bags greeted the dog-hating neighbor the next morning, and the campaign continued, with the color of the bags switched up to avoid detection by the condo board (because, let’s be honest, even petty avengers have to cover their tracks).

This isn’t just about poop (though, let’s admit, it’s a big part of it). It’s about boundaries. About what happens when someone’s irrational fears cross into outright hostility—like physically kicking animals or trying to grab someone else’s dog. In a community, everyone has to compromise, especially in shared spaces like elevators.

And here’s the real kicker: the neighbor’s campaign for elevator exclusivity backfired spectacularly. Instead of a dog-free elevator, she got a dog’s not-so-subtle calling card. Maybe next time she’ll think twice before kicking a recovering pup or demanding the world revolve around her phobias.

What can we learn from this tale of high-rise hijinks and canine comeuppance?

  1. Don’t mess with dog owners—especially ones with a sense of humor and a lot of plastic bags.
  2. If you’re scared of dogs, that’s okay! But it doesn’t give you the right to mistreat them or monopolize community spaces.
  3. Sometimes, the best way to teach empathy is with a little (or a lot) of petty revenge—preferably biodegradable.

So, next time you get on the elevator and see a neighbor with a furry friend, maybe give them a smile instead of a scowl. And if you ever find a mysterious bag on your doormat… well, think about what you might have done to earn it.

Have you ever experienced a petty revenge that made you laugh or cringe? Are you Team Dog or Team “Please, Just Not the Poo Bags”? Sound off in the comments—after all, sharing your best (or worst) elevator stories is what makes living in a high-rise worth it!

Who knew elevator etiquette could get so… aromatic?

Original Reddit Post: Want to demand an elevator for yourself because you are afraid of dogs? Hope you like the smell of poo in a bag.