Sweet, Sweet Chocolaty Revenge: Mining Camp Laundry Wars Go Nuclear
Picture this: you’re bone-tired after a 12-hour shift, your work clothes are crusted with a week’s worth of grime, and there’s a fierce battle brewing over the only remaining laundry facilities in a remote mining camp. In this world, a clean pair of socks is just as precious as gold—or, in this case, as sweet as a Mars bar.
What happens when mining camp etiquette is broken by a selfish laundry thief? One supervisor’s diabolical act of sticky, chocolaty vengeance just might become the stuff of campfire legend—and Reddit can’t get enough.
The Dirty Details: When Patience Runs Dry
Mining camps aren’t just about digging up minerals; they’re a microcosm of society, where rules are forged by necessity and grudges are laundered alongside high-vis shirts. As u/Gold_Au_2025 recounts on Reddit’s r/PettyRevenge, “You work 12 hour days, 7 days a week for three weeks straight,” and the laundry room becomes a sacred battleground.
With the camp winding down and washing machines disappearing, a system emerges: wash, dry, and move your clothes quickly so the next exhausted soul can use the machines. Sometimes, though, impatience or too many post-shift beers lead to breaches of etiquette. “Some users…forget to remove their dry cloths or just go to bed,” OP explains, so it’s accepted to move someone’s finished load to the bench. But heaven help anyone who moves someone’s soaking wet clothes just to jump the queue.
Enter “Supervisor Richard,” a man with a reputation for anger issues, who returns to find his freshly washed clothes dumped—dripping wet—on the bench. The culprit? An “entitled cock-womble” (a term that Redditor u/Karen_butnotaKaren gleefully suggests might be British in origin). Richard simmers, but instead of erupting, he leaves. Minutes later, he’s back with two Mars bars, which he ceremoniously tears in half and chucks into the laundry thief’s dryer load before setting it for a full, high-heat cycle.
If you’re picturing a gooey, chocolate-coated disaster, you’re not alone. As u/farie_princess put it: “That is diabolical! He is my kind of guy!”
Revenge Served Hot and Sticky
The brilliance—and horror—of this act set the Reddit thread ablaze. Because let’s be honest: melted chocolate in a dryer isn’t just a minor inconvenience. It’s a permanent, sticky, brown reminder that karma comes for us all.
u/Nicholasm1337 summed it up: “Melted chocolate in a dryer is basically permanent. Harsh but deserved.” Others, like u/PurpleWomat, wondered who would ultimately pay the price: “Who had to clean the drier afterwards?” Would the culprit notice the chocolate stains and take responsibility? Or would some poor, innocent soul inherit a chocolate-splattered fate?
That’s the double-edged sword of petty revenge. As u/Classic_Reply_703 noted, “Is it good revenge if many innocent people are going to be affected by this?” The mining camp’s already-scarce dryers could be out of action even longer, making the backlog worse and potentially spreading the sticky mess to other unsuspecting workers’ clothes.
But, as OP gently points out in reply, “Salt is a pretty tame addition for a mining camp” (in response to a commenter who salted their stolen milk). If there’s one thing we learn from mining camp culture, it’s that escalation is inevitable, and the unwritten code is enforced with creativity—and sometimes collateral damage.
Laundry Room Lore: Tales from the Trenches
The post quickly became a sounding board for laundry-based vengeance. From crayons left in pockets to sabotaged milk cartons, commenters swapped stories of passive-aggressive justice. One user, u/OldAdministration735, reminisced about melted black crayons in the dryer: “All of us had black streaked clothes due to the melted crayons in the dry cycle.” Others debated the ethics and effectiveness of various laundry-related retributions, from cinnamon-scented lip balm (u/DisastrousWeb8112’s specialty) to the classic ink pen trick.
Even OP was caught in the crossfire of language police, with several commenters pointing out the “cloths vs. clothes” typo. “That’s weird, I know the difference…but some weird autocorrect must have occurred. Or I’m tired,” OP clarified—a small but relatable reminder of just how draining life in the mines can be.
There were also light-hearted asides and deep-cut mining humor. u/CoderJoe1 quipped, “Now we know why there’s no water on Mars,” while others mourned the loss of perfectly good candy bars to the cause: “What a waste of good Mars bars!” lamented u/DistributionOver7622.
Lessons from the Laundry: There’s Always a Bigger Dickhead
What’s the takeaway from this sticky tale? As OP put it succinctly, “There’s always a bigger dickhead.” In the wild west of communal living, boundaries are tested, patience is worn thin, and the smallest slight can trigger a chain reaction of escalating nonsense.
The real winner? The camp’s oral history, now richer with tales of chocolate justice. And perhaps, just perhaps, the next would-be laundry thief will think twice before pulling someone else’s sopping-wet gear out of the machine.
So next time you’re tempted to jump the laundry queue or swipe someone’s spot in line, remember: you never know who’s watching, or how creative their revenge might be. It could be a Mars bar. Or something much, much stickier.
How would you have handled the mining camp laundry thief? Do you have your own story of petty revenge? Share your thoughts (and your best laundry hacks) in the comments below!
Original Reddit Post: Sweet, sweet, chocolaty revenge.