Getting even
 

I'm just curious to hear forum member's experiences on their favorite methods of “getting even” with those who have “trespassed” against you. It doesn’t matter whether it comes from first hand experience or it’s based on information and belief but please don’t just make stuff up, eh?

I’ll start with this:
Two fellows were in a black Honda Prelude in the left turn lane on a busy city street in Glendale California with lots of traffic. Without warning the driver cut across three lanes of traffic so he could turn right. Other driver’s had to lock up their brakes to avoid a collision and most honked their horns at him. His passenger held a big foam rubber finger out the window while the driver used his own finger. :eek: The Honda had the letters “AP” in the rear wind screen.

About five minutes later I pulled into a shopping center and the gods smiled upon me. There sat the little Honda with AP in the rear glass. I saw the two occupants walking into the K-Mart store so I pulled alongside the car and fetched a can of aircraft paint stripper from my trunk. I printed “Drive Safely” on the hood and “I am a dic*head on the driver’s door. Then I pulled to the far side of the lot and watched through binoculars. When they returned the driver put both his hands on his head and then fell to his knees.

Priceless.:scream:

wow...

I'm glad you feel so happy about this, because just reading it makes me feel ill.

Time to go get the popcorn.

Peter

If you think that's something to be proud of, the future does not look bright...

From back in my mind I recall this poster as the person who had a hobby of blocking cellphone signals, and also liked to share his stories of being a jerk on a motorcycle.

With antics like this, I'm not even sure if a future is guaranteed.

Peter

It's a tough one. The incident described would have made me furious. Once I was driving cab, had a big guy in the back seat, sorta dozing after a night on the town, a Lincoln Towncar or some such cut in front of me flagrantly and I had to hit the brakes. The guy slid off the back seat and banged his nose on the back of the front seat. He was pissed.

The two frat boy looking pea-brains saw this and squealed like little girls about it. I wanted to bash them, especially after the tough guy blamed me for it and stiffed me on a $10 fare. I called the dispatchers who called the cops, I stood guard with my 5 D-cell flashlight telling the guy to wait in the cab, which he did surprisingly. After 20 minutes or so I said F-It; what was I going to do, wait 2 hours or bash the guy with my flashlight/club and land in jail?

The guys I really wanted to bash were the pukes in the Towncar. Still, taking revenge can yield grief. Tempting, but it's trouble.

instant karma's gonna get you....

You and the Honda driver/pass are both disturbed. Taking on life with a huge chip on your shoulder is utterly useless. Sorry.

As much as I would love to do what you described in my older years I learned to not give *******s on the road any benefit of reaction other than a wave and smile which I think pisses them off more than anything. Problems with ignorant drivers are too frequent to deal with them at any level.

train horn

That happened to me on Tuesday....crossed in front of me and into Wal-mart after following me for about 1/4 mile...two motorcyclist right in front of me close to being wiped out.

Saw the little punk at the gas pump...asked him about his crossing two lanes...denied it....i got a little closer and he said " I didn't see you"
I turned to leave and be began a tirade of abusive language.....a lot of language in fact, I would put money on it he was having a fit.

Two 'large' friends had been behind me and saw it all....were fixing to drag me off him, they said:rolleyes:

I must have looked :mad:....anyway, my friend, the local police Sgt, tells me that I should have called the police and filed a complaint against him, just as a cop would do if they had witnessed it.
Especially with two witnesses to confirm it.

But...back to TIREBITER'S post...your my age.....you really did that?

I know evil thoughts of revenge cross your mind, but I do think you went a little too far...vandalism, damage to property....to say nothing of the possibility the car park has a video camera...if your on video, your going to get charged even though you plead aggravated intent.

Also, car could be mom or dad's....not fair to them...and yes, the punks should get charged....this is another reason I carry a movie cam in my vehicles.

Video evidence goes a long way in court.

Any lawyers here ?


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Hmm thats kind of extream, you need to keep a tire valve steam tool in your car. Just pop the valve's out of the tires and leave them on the roof, the driver of the car is SOL and no damage is done.


We did this in high school as a prank, it's quite fun to watch.:D

A few years ago I was driving the fire engine non-emergency to go check an old lady's smoke detector. As I prepared to turn left a Ford Ranger cut across from the lane that goes straigt and cut me off. I locked up the brakes and my Lt. yanked on the air horn at which time an arm with an extended middle finger came out of each window of the Ranger.

Due to the air horn blowing, drivers thought the fire engine needed the right of way and the cars pulled to the side to yield, except for the Ranger speeding through them. The fire engine continued on with the cars falling in behind us.

At the next intersection the Ranger pulled into a lane to turn left. As the engine continued past them going straight, they were so occupied with continuing to flip us off that they turned left into the path of an on coming flat bed truck carrying concrete blocks.

I saw what happened in my mirror, we turned the engine around and had to use the Jaws of Life to cut them out of the Ranger that had been rolled onto its side! As we were cutting them out of the truck we were telling the police officers and the ambulance crew about what happened leading up to the accident. All of the cars that had earlier pulled over also stopped with the drivers telling P.D. about the Ranger weaving through traffic and cutting the fire engine off.

Those guys had I.V.s started on them with the largest catheters we had, 14 gauge. P.D explained to the driver that due to the injuries to the passenger, he was looking at felony traffic charges. Plus they both admitted to being high on pot at the time.

I know it's a long post, but if that's not karma, I don't know what is

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Here's one for ya....
 

I’ll make no comment on the opening story. I think the rest of you have already covered my thoughts.

Here’s a related story though.

I think this was emailed to me some years ago. Some may have heard this one already. The “I” in this story is not me. Like I said. Someone sent me this one. I think, it’s worth a giggle or two. But don’t feel there is much truth behind it. Enjoy !!

For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone!!! Don't take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you DON'T know!!!

Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "Could I please speak to Bill Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Bill's correct number and called him. He had transposed the last two digits incorrectly.

After I hung up with Bill, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're a jackass!"
and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jackass," and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I'd call him up. He'd answer, and I'd yell, "You're a jackass!" It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?"
He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a jackass!"

The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it.

The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking pace. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the
slot. I backed up little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving. All of a sudden this black Camaro come flying up the parking isle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that, Buddy.
I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked
toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy's a jackass, there sure a lot of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling The first guy and yelling, "You're jackass!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on
my desk and thought I'd better call this guy, too.

After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, "Hello." I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front."
I said, "What's your name?"
"My name is Don Hansen."
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home in the evenings."
"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes,"
"Don, you're a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down.
After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer.
For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution:

First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello."
I yelled "You're a jackass!", but I didn't hang up.
The jackass said, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "Stop calling me."
I said, "No."
He said, "What's your name, Pal?"
I said, "Don Hansen."
He said "Where do you live?"
"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro parked out front."
"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.
Then I called Jackass #2.
He answered, "Hello."
I said, "Hello, Jackass!"
He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll kick your butt."
"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now Jackass!" And I hung up.
Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was
at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.
Another quick call to Channel 5 about the gang war going on down on W.34th Street.

After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.
Glorious! Watching two Jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars and a news helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life!

Yeah...right :rolleyes: WVO...joke, right ?

I don't know if this is accurate...but I think it happened in Italy.

Guy with late Mercedes stops to back into a slot outside a store.
Small FIAT slides into same slot before guy can get his Merc' lined up.

Two guys get out of Fiat and say" That's what you can do with a Fiat."

Merc' driver pulls away and back up some....comes back at speed and rams the Fiat serveral times until it was scrap.

Merc' driver rolls down window and yells, " And that's what you can do when you have money "

:D


.Urban legend ?

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