petty-revenge-stories: warning: long story. BACK STORY: When I was 12, my mom got married to a halfway decent guy. He’s not bad, but he’s not great either, but he made my mom happy and that’s all that I cared about. In fact, I cared so much about her happi

petty-revenge-stories: (Longish but worth it in abundance) So I work at a frozen yogurt store, one of those self-serve places where you make your own and weigh it. It’s an easy job and aside from some occasional bullshit from upper management, it’s also g

petty-revenge-stories: So this just happened and this is a long story; I was at my work ( I drive delivery for a pizza place) and I was ready to collect my tips and count out for the night. As my manager ( let’s call him Max) was going through the cash bag