Noisy Neighbor Nonsense: How One Seafarer Out-Karened the Ultimate Karen
If you’ve ever had a neighbor who makes you want to tear your hair out, spare a thought for Reddit user u/Scottish-warrior05. In a classic tale from r/PettyRevenge, he found himself on the receiving end of noise complaints… while working on a ship engine halfway across the world. When life handed him lemons (and a Karen next door), he responded not just with lemonade, but with a full-blown citrus parade.
Let’s dive into how one man’s brush with a “super Karen” led to an explosively satisfying act of petty revenge—complete with ADHD kids, footballs, and a loft conversion to boot.
When Your Engine’s Roar Echoes Across Continents
Picture this: you live in a quiet Scottish suburb just outside Aberdeen. Your job? Running ship engines—a.k.a. some of the noisiest contraptions known to man. The catch? Your “office” is 8,000 miles away in Singapore, and you spend eight months a year at sea. Your house sits as empty as a Sunday morning in January.
Yet, every time you return from globe-trotting, you find fresh noise complaints from your next-door neighbor. She claims your house is a cacophony of racket. She’s even called the police on the neighbor kids—who were guilty of the heinous crime of… playing football in their own garden.
If you’re thinking, “Surely, this must be a mistake,” you’d be wrong. This is Karen Country, folks, and the rules of reality do not apply.
Meet the Queen of Complaints
u/Scottish-warrior05’s neighbor wasn’t just your average noise-averse local. She was a “super Karen”—the sort of person who would file a complaint if a bird chirped too enthusiastically. Children playing? Unacceptable. A house sitting empty? Apparently, still too noisy.
What’s a world-traveling engineer to do? Well, after the universe threw him a curveball (life, am I right?), he decided to put his house on the market. In Scotland, this means a silent auction with sealed bids—a system designed to go to the highest bidder. Usually.
But sometimes, just sometimes, fate (or a mischievous sense of justice) has other plans.
Petty Revenge Served with a Side of Chaos
Three bids came in. All were in the same range. The lowest? A single mother with three children—two of whom have ADHD—and big plans for a noisy loft conversion.
Now, our hero could have played it safe and taken the highest bid. But where’s the fun in that? With a smile, he sold the house to the single mum, sacrificing a few thousand pounds for the sweet, sweet taste of petty revenge. He practically gift-wrapped a symphony of joyful chaos and handed it to the neighbor who despised every decibel.
Imagine Karen’s face when the new neighbors moved in: three kids, endless energy, ADHD-powered play, and contractors banging away at a loft overhaul. Suddenly, u/Scottish-warrior05’s “ship engine” was but a distant, peaceful memory.
Why This Story Hits Home
There’s a reason this post has racked up thousands of upvotes and dozens of comments. We’ve all dealt with neighborhood pettiness—whether we’re the culprits, the victims, or the bystanders. There’s something universally satisfying about seeing the tables turned, especially when the villain is undone by their own obsession.
It’s also a heartwarming twist: instead of another bland transaction, the house went to someone who truly needed it. The children get a yard to play in; the mum gets a fresh start. And the Karen? Well, she gets a front-row seat to the kind of life and laughter she tried so hard to silence.
The Sweet Symphony of Petty Justice
Was it the most lucrative financial decision? Maybe not. But sometimes, life isn’t about the bottom line—it’s about doing what feels right. Or, at the very least, what feels hilariously petty.
So next time your neighbor complains about the sound of your nonexistent drum kit while you’re on a different continent, just remember: revenge is a dish best served with a side of ADHD-fueled renovation chaos.
Have you ever experienced neighborly pettiness? Did you exact revenge or let karma do its thing? Share your own stories in the comments below—because sometimes, the best noise is the laughter that follows a well-played petty act.
Original Reddit Post: I was the noisy neighbour