This guy calls into a local afternoon radio show and tells of this woman that parked her car next to his so close he had to climb out the passenger side. He had just parked his car and hadn't even unhooked his seatbelt when she whipped it in.
He didn't hurt the car but noticed it was the exact same make and model as his.
So his "payback" was to take his locking gas cap off his car and put it on hers.
I don't know about anyone else but I found that absolutely hilarious.
I don't. Let's add it up:
The guy is out the price of a locking gas cap.
The woman finds out later that she can't put gas in her car and has a big expense getting it fixed.
The woman doesn't even know why it happened, so she hasn't learned anything.
Does the guy feel better having created only negatives for everyone?
Revenge is a dish best served cold...
That is a classic.
B-)
D*sney might extract a pound of flesh from the owners of that web site. They tend to be relentless about misuse of their trademarks.
Found that on my windshield in LA in the mid 1980's, so it's been around a while. Wasn't aware I'd caused someone an inconvenience. These things happen. I've learned to just let it go.
Quick funny story. I returned to LA not too long ago and was looking for a place to park near my favorite breakfast joint. Only spot I could find was near someone's drive way. Fellow owning the home came out and read me the riot act. I told him if I was in his way, I'd gladly find another place to park, really no problem at all. The fellow's jaw fell clear to his navel expecting me to be a jerk about it. He stammered a bit and said, 'no, you're fine, I can get around you'. Glad I left that place. Don't like what it does to people.
www.youparklikean@sshole.com
The filter won't let me spell it right. The website has signs you can print and place on offending cars.
I agree with Bill.
Also, what if this woman has an emergency? What if she can't get gas and has a kid waiting to be picked up at school? What if she is a health care provider and can't get to work? I can go on and on, but you get the point.
Practical jokes are funny in the movies, but not so much in real life.
Many moons ago, in high school, SEVERAL of the high school football boys used to rank on me (and others). They enjoyed filling my truck bed up with garbage and the coaches knew what they were doing and let it go on. I guess, not a biggie now, but then it was. So anyway, District 19 3A football that year called for a game in Buna, Texas, which is hell and gone from my home town, on a yellow-dog. So, I waited until that game, and slipped up to the school sometime around 10 p.m., knowing they wouldn't be home WELL into the wee hours of Saturday morning. I found all of their trucks parked in a line. I then took my trusty valve core remover and proceeded to take all of their valve cores out of their tires, including the spare, and then duct taped them to their driver windows.
About 2:30 in the morning, they rolled in and by 3 a.m., they were ready to go home. Thing was, they couldn't and this was at the time where cell phones were there, but not really. All of them had to get a coach to stay after and call their folks to come and get them.
The next morning was a hoot. Several upset folks called the cops and they pretty well knew it was me (even though they had no proof) and when I was asked, I just denied it. My dad was in on it also with me so he gave me an iron clad alibi for my whereabouts. 🙂
Those fellas tried to act like they were gonna jump me on Monday but I asked them if their parents were going to continue to bring them to the games and pick them up from now on for football, basketball, and baseball seasons. They walked away. All but two and they ended up in prison.
The two that wouldn't give it up, I came back one day and ever so slightly loosed the oil plug on their trucks so that it vibrated out a few days later and many miles later. Both ended up blowing the blocks on those beautiful 454 chevy big blocks. *Darn*.
Don't screw with my truck. I'm way meaner than the average guy.
You think nearly as nasty as I do. 😛
I believe in an exponential escalation in nastiness. First time is gonna be rough, but after that, it just gets downright rude. 🙂
I was a junior in High School and for some reason, break down, my Dad's vehicle that he drove to work was down. He had a 1953 GMC that was our utility truck. At this time, he was working on call. He wanted.to do some things around so I drove the car to school and he. Had the truck. We'll as luck would have it, he got a call at noon to report for work, 60 miles away at 1:00. The plan was that he would stop by the school and swap vehicles with me. He did not like me driving the truck because the brakes grabbed bad. When he got to the school, my car would not start so he just drove the truck. With its 4.11 rear end it only got about 6 mpg and had a top speed of 65 mph. When I got to my car that afternoon, the car would not start so I popped the hood and found the coil wire loose. I hooked it back up and drove home. The next day it was the same thing. I pretty we'll knew who did it but had no proof. A little after I got home from school that day, he returned from work and asked about the car. I explained the problem and he said, I can fix that. Even though he expected to be called out to return to work at 11:00 PM, he took the time to put a steal trap up by the hood release. He got called out that night so I drove the truck the next day. Same thing happened to it. The next day, the crisis at work was over, to I drove the car to school. Right. After lunch, I got called out of class and told to report to the parking lot. Low and behold, I found one of the senior honor students with his hand in the front grill of my car, and the principle. As you can guess, it was all my fault, and I was going to be expelled. I told the principle OK, see you later and proceeded to get in the car to drive home. You could see the look of panic in their eyes when I hit the starter. I explained to him that my car had been messed with every day for several days. I got the C clamps that my dad had put in the trunk to release the offender and got him out. By this time, my parents had been called. My parents showed up just about the time I got him loose. They took the other guy to the hospital for X rays but no broken bones this time. He showed the principle the new steel traps he had purchased and that they would snap a 1 X 2 every time. No body messed with my my car after that.
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pay backs
I did a survey one time for a fella that never finished paying for his survey. Not much owed, and he was pretty poor, so I just threw it out.
He had a sign on his gate, of a Bulls head, with a slash through it.
He told me this story:
He was 11, and went to school after Christmas, with a new skateboard. The bully of the class took it away from him, and essentially stole it. He came home, and complained to his dad. His dad asked "Where is the blood? Where is the black eye? I see no signs of a struggle, so I conclude, you must have given your skateboard away!"
Well, 11 yo felt bad. Tried to explain again. Same answer.
So, next day, he tried to fight the guy, and got a black eye, and a cut lip.
Came home and his dad said: "OK, we have now proven that this guy is a thief, and a bully. You can now do whatever you want, to him. But get your board back."
So, next day, after school, there was this long hill, with a sidewalk running down it. 11 yo hid behind a retaining wall, with a baseball bat. As bully came "clack clack" down the hill, riding the skateboard, at just the right moment, he jumped out, and broke both his legs with it. He stood over the bully, and said "Don't you ever mess with my stuff again".
Next day, at school, the bully was on crutches, He was going around telling everybody "Don't mess with that kids skateboard, he will hurt you".
He had a reputation that followed him all the way through school. Never had to fight again.
Good old days. Those were better days than today.
Nate
