I have 2 examples.
Ill share one; my stepdad was always a huge piece of shit. He still is, actually. He’d trick us into eating tomatoes. Me at 12 could eat them, whatever. My 5 year old brother was forced to eat them, and got grounded if he didn’t. He would actually force us to eat foods we didn’t like and would literally backhand us across the face for “disrespecting” that we had food on the table.
I worked at a sub shop that had the hottest of the sauces. I told a similar version of this story to my boss, and got my hands on an illegally 'hot" sauce. I poured the whole bottle into a store-bought salsa i knew he’d eat.
Overly technical one.
I was trying to download a 700MB game ISO over ADSL in 2007 in Australia. The modem sync speed was 10Mb of the supposed 24Mb that ADSL could get.
It would take a while but Dad was also home doing whatever he did online slowing the download. As I was doing my CCNA at the time I thought it would be a fun idea to stop all TCP traffic to my dad’s PC so I could download the ISO faster and get to gaming.About 10 min after configuring the modem dad asked if the internet is working for me and naturally it was but he could resolve DNS but not browse websites as they use TCP (this is pre Quic).
After my download finished I waited a bit longer and changed the modem settings back. I did this a couple times over the years before moving out.
A several years later when dad changed ISP he asked for my help to change the PPPoE details on the modem and he saw a disabled firewall rule called ‘Suck it dad’ and asked me what that was. So I told him, each time he had internet issues when he could resolve DNS but not access web pages it was me enabling that rule so I could download a game faster.
He wasn’t angry just annoyed that he never looked at the modem when trying to work out his connectivity issues.
Damn I wish I could understand what this means.
I have a friend who is constitutionally incapable of throwing things away, including the vast number of things she inherited from her mother who bought a second house to store her totally-not-a-hoarding-problem.
To get back at her for trying to foist some of them on my wife and I, I spend six months hiding Lego minifigs among her ornaments every time we visited her home.
My husband did this to his mom! She was not a hoarder by any means but had a decent collection of flow blue porcelain. Some of it was displayed in such a way that anyone who was not her was terrified to just walk near it for fear of bumping it and causing catastrophe.
Hubby found a Kubrick done in a similar blue/white pattern and he strategically put it amongst her breakables to see how long it would be before she noticed. It took about a year before she said something.
He ended up finding another version of the little blue & white bear and did it again. She’s gone now, and I hadn’t thought of those bears in a while. Thank you for that. It’s a very fond memory.
Not me, but I read this post on a Confessions site: "I work at Starbucks. When a customer is rude to me, I give them decaf. "
It’s called Blue-Coding since the button for Decaf is blue on the espresso machine. Or at least it was when I worked there about a decade ago. I knew people who did that, but I never would. I was always doing opening shift and the ‘rude’ people had to be on the road around 5AM to get to work. Of course they were grumpy.
You just posted that you were physically abused as a child, no child should ever get back handed.
What of your post is ‘petty revenge you got away with’??
I got away dumping a bunch of hot sauce into his salsa I knew he’d eat. 😎
I showed him!
My mom swears she’s okay and Stockholm Syndrome’s everything
I agree with your stepfathers reasoning, but not his method.
My wife and I were in an argument while I was rushing out the door to work. I made two hot dogs for lunch for me to eat on the way to work. I work on call, and was going out of town for a couple of days so I was packing my bags at the same time, all while going through an argument. When I went to leave, I couldn’t figure out where the hot dogs were. I am always misplacing things, and eventually just had to leave without them. An hour later I called my wife and asked her if she threw them away because she was mad at me. Yep, petty as hell. I laughed so hard at that I cried. It’s been twenty years and we still laugh about it.
Cyberbullies defaced person A’s website.
Cyberbullies defaced my website.
Knowing who they were I went to person A and tried to encourage him to make a stand together against cyberbullying.
Person A told me that if you ignore the bullies, they will go away.
Taken aback by that comment, I decided to cyberbully person A and pretend it was the cyberbullies.
Person A confronted the cyberbullies at the lunch table which I was present at, made a big cry about it, confusing the cyberbullies completely, while I held in my laughter.
After that, the cyberbullying stopped.My grandma killed and ate my rabbit once, so now I go to her grave every now and then miss her deeply as I reminisce on the good times
