How Itching Powder (and a Dash of Petty Genius) Saved Our Towels from Caravan Park Kleptos
If you’ve ever spent a summer near a beach, you know the drill: sand everywhere, towels never dry, and a revolving cast of sunburnt tourists. But in one sleepy beachside town, the real drama didn’t come from the surf—it came from a gang of pint-sized pool pirates and one resident’s hilariously itchy solution.
This is the story of towels, thieves, and the most satisfying petty revenge to ever come out of the southern hemisphere.
When Pool Privileges Go Rogue
Our tale begins in a six-pack apartment complex, tucked just between the golden sands and a bustling caravan park—prime real estate for a summer of tranquil swims and sunset barbecues. For the most part, the neighbors from the caravan park kept to themselves, with one notable exception: their kids.
It started innocently enough. The local kids discovered the apartment pool, and, with ninja-like stealth, began sneaking over the back wall for a quick end-of-day dip. As a resident, our protagonist (let’s call them Goldie) didn’t even mind at first—they were quiet, respectful, and, frankly, who doesn’t want to wash the sand off before dinner?
But as the holidays wore on, a new breed of feral youth emerged—a return visitor, emboldened and brash, who brought noise, destruction, and a sticky-fingered approach to laundry. Suddenly, towels started vanishing from clotheslines. Beach sheets disappeared overnight. Even the neighbors started reporting their drying linen missing in action. And what did Goldie find fluttering in the breeze at the caravan park’s communal line? A suspiciously familiar set of “borrowed” towels.
The Petty Plan: If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Make ‘Em Itch
With the holiday season only halfway through and the apartment’s towel supply dwindling, Goldie decided it was time for action. Now, you could go the boring route—lectures, complaints, maybe even a sternly worded note. But where’s the fun in that?
Instead, Goldie went full Ocean’s Eleven (if George Clooney specialized in laundry-related heists):
- Step One: Visit the thrift store for a haul of cheap, sacrificial towels.
- Step Two: Swing by the local surfboard manufacturer and ask, “Hey mate, mind if I wipe your fiberglass benches with these towels?” The universe smiled, because the surf shop owner gleefully dumped his fiberglass offcuts onto them instead.
- Step Three: Hang the booby-trapped towels on the line for all to see (and, inevitably, steal).
It didn’t take long. Within two days, the fiberglass-laced towels vanished from the line—only to be found later, discarded along the path back to the caravan park, and hastily binned. The rash of towel thefts? Miraculously cured. The pool? Suddenly a much quieter place.
Scratching the Surface: Why This Revenge Works
There’s something timeless about petty revenge, especially when it’s so perfectly tailored to the crime. No harm done to people (just a little itching), no confrontations, and the message couldn’t be clearer: Steal again, and you’ll be scratching for days.
Why did this plan work so well? For one, it turned the act of theft from a risk-free, sneaky thrill into an immediate, uncomfortable lesson. It also avoided drama with the caravan park management or escalating into all-out towel warfare. The kids learned their lesson, the towels stayed put, and peace returned to the pool.
But let’s not overlook the creativity here. Not everyone would think to weaponize fiberglass dust in the name of justice. It’s a move that’s both delightfully devious and perfectly tailored to the situation—just the right amount of petty.
The Takeaway: Sometimes Justice is Itchy
We all dream of delivering the perfect, karma-infused comeback to life’s little annoyances. Whether it’s a neighbor who won’t leash their dog, a coworker who “borrows” your lunch, or, in this case, a gang of towel-thieving tweens, a little petty revenge goes a long way—especially when it’s as harmless (and hilarious) as a case of the itches.
So next time you find yourself fuming over a minor transgression, take a page from Goldie’s playbook. Get creative, keep it light, and remember: sometimes, the best way to teach a lesson is to make it stick. Or scratch.
What’s your favorite story of petty revenge? Share your itchy tales (or towel tragedies) in the comments below!
Inspired by a true story from u/Gold_Au_2025 on r/PettyRevenge.
Original Reddit Post: Scratch that itch