When Party Animals Keep You Up All Night, Serve Up a Morning Symphony: A Story of Petty Revenge
Ever checked into a hotel, desperate for a good night’s sleep, only to have your dreams shattered by a brigade of party animals next door? If you’ve experienced this special kind of torture, you know the feeling: one moment you’re fluffing your pillow, the next you’re shaking your fist at the wall, wondering if you’ll ever meet Morpheus tonight. Well, one Redditor and their family found themselves in this exact predicament—and their revenge is a symphony of pettiness you won’t soon forget.
Picture this: after a long, emotional day at a family funeral, all you want is some shut-eye. Instead, you discover you’re sandwiched between a pack of wild hotel partiers who think the corridor is their own private Vegas. The story that follows proves that sometimes, the sweetest payback comes with a volume knob.
The Hotel Horror: When Sleep Is Just a Dream
Our tale begins in St. Louis, Missouri, where Reddit user u/rickerwill6104 and their siblings check into a hotel following their grandmother’s funeral. The hotel staff, perhaps blissfully unaware of the chaos about to ensue, assigns them two rooms—with a mysterious gap room between them.
As fate would have it, the universe fills that gap with a group of rowdy kids. Not the “giggles and whispers” kind of rowdy. We’re talking full-blown party mode: booming music, animated conversations, and enough noise to wake the ghosts of St. Louis.
Desperate for rest, our heroes do what any weary traveler would: call the front desk. The hotel staff intervenes, but the peace lasts only as long as it takes to microwave a bag of popcorn. Escalation follows—a call to the police, who briefly silence the revelers before the noise rises again like a bad sequel. The party rages into the early morning, leaving the family sleep-deprived and seething.
The Petty Revenge: Rise and Shine, Party Animals!
Now, most of us would check out the next morning, grumble about the experience, and maybe leave a scathing review. But not this family! After voicing their complaints and receiving a meager 50% discount—when, frankly, a full comp was in order—they decided it was time to take matters into their own hands.
Here’s where their petty genius shines. Before leaving, the brother turns the TV toward the offenders’ room, cranks the volume to eleven, and leaves it blaring. Not to be outdone, our storyteller follows suit with the clock radio. As the morning sun creeps in, the party kids—likely nursing headaches and regret—are jolted awake by a cacophony of news anchors and top-40 hits.
One groggy partier stumbles out to complain, but our heroes simply shrug. After all, what goes around comes around—and sometimes, it comes with the 7 a.m. news.
Why This Story Resonates
Let’s face it: hotel noise complaints are a universal experience. Whether it’s a bachelor party, a family reunion, or an overzealous soccer team, the walls of hospitality always seem one inch too thin. There’s a special kind of injustice in being kept awake by someone else’s fun, especially when you desperately need rest.
What makes this story so satisfying isn’t just the revenge itself—it’s the relatable urge to give inconsiderate neighbors a taste of their own medicine. It’s the kind of pettiness that doesn’t really harm anyone, but delivers poetic justice with a side of humor.
Plus, there’s something timeless about the image of a group of hungover teens being blasted out of bed by the very people they kept awake all night. It’s almost operatic—a morning chorus composed entirely of sweet, sweet karma.
When (and When Not) to Get Petty
Of course, a word to the wise: pettiness is best served sparingly. Not all hotel horror stories call for a sonic assault, and sometimes, it’s best to let the front desk handle things. But when you’ve exhausted all reasonable options, and the universe hands you a perfect opportunity for harmless payback? Well, a little morning news never hurt anyone.
So, next time you’re sandwiched between party animals and counting sheep to the beat of their subwoofer, remember: revenge is a dish best served loud.
Have you ever gotten creative with your own brand of petty revenge? Or do you have a hotel horror story that tops this one? Share your tales in the comments! Let’s commiserate together—and maybe gather a few more ideas for the next time karma needs a nudge.
Original Reddit Post: Party animals go a dose of their own medicine