When you are in a situation where somebody treats you wrong, you probably want to get a little revenge. It’s human nature, but it’s not always the best choice possible.

Revenge can be sweet, and that much we know, but it can also be hazardous if it backfires or if you get in trouble for seeking it. That is why sometimes, it’s just best to read stories of revenge from others who got away with it.

The revenge stories we have for you below are the most provocative we could find. People really open up about what they did, and you can live vicariously through them.

1. Park Illegally? I’ll Get You Towed

“Yesterday I went to Walmart to return faulty ink cartridges (and also cause it came with two black inks not black, red, yellow, blue) anyway….

I saw some jerk decide to take his huge giant truck and double park illegally on the handicapped spots with no blue placard and another car was parked in the no parking area (like the area with the cross lines).

I have a disability but I don’t usually choose to park handicapped because unless I have a severe MS flare I can walk so I don’t feel the need to park close. Probably the third time this week (I go to that area often).

Sooooo feeling petty – and also annoyed because what if a handicapped person needed it? – I decided to call the non-emergency police line to report the violation and give both plate numbers.

Cops arrive pretty quick, I told them what I saw, they also confirmed no handicap placard for the truck and let me go on my merry way.

An hour later I’m walking out with a bag of needed groceries and a receipt for my refund (customer service had a long line) and I see TWO tow trucks getting the illegally parked vehicles.

It’s at this moment the owners happen to come out.

AND I’m close enough to hear they were yelling. Both try to argue. Cops tell one ‘Ma’am this isn’t a parking space, and there are plenty of open spots further down.’ To which she goes ‘but it’s too far, I’ve only been gone five minutes!’ The guy in the truck also says he was gone for five minutes and the other officer is like ‘That’s funny, cause we got this report an HOUR ago!

Oh and sir’ as she gesture to the irate truck owner ‘do you have a handicap permit? I will let you off with a warning.’ Guy grumbles ‘no I don’t have a permit. Do I look like a cripple?’ She looks like she sighs and writes a ticket and hands it to him.

And he turned red and screamed ‘$2000? Are you kidding me?’ She says plainly ‘Take it up with traffic court sir, not me.’ The other lady got fined 500 dollars for illegal parking and both vehicles were towed leaving their owners calling people to come get them all angry.

I walk to my car snickering to myself and drive home.

Moral of the story: don’t park illegally. Especially in handicap zones.”

2. She Didn’t Make An Effort To Hold In Her Anger

“This happened to me when I was 19 years old. I got a job as the director of a youth soccer league.

The job was only for 2 months. Still, I had, what I thought, were some nice perks. I had an ‘office’ in the basement of the city hall. It was really a converted storage room with no door on the entrance. I even had my own ‘secretary,’ a woman named Gloria who was in her early 30s.

She was assigned to help me with typing, copying, ordering, and anything else I might need help with. She also worked full-time for the city. For the entire 2 months, I treated her more like a slave than a secretary.

Several times, I could tell that she was angry with me for ordering her around.

But, she kept quiet. After all, I was technically her ‘boss.’ My final day came and Gloria’s servitude to me ended at noon. A couple of minutes before then, she came into my office holding a brown paper grocery bag. She set the bag on my desk.

She told me how thankful she was to be done working with me. Gloria looked at her watch and began counting down the final seconds. When she reached zero, she reached inside the bag and removed a large chocolate mousse cream pie. She stood over me, holding the pie in her hand for just a second.

Then, Gloria smashed the cream pie right in my face!!

As I sat slumped in my chair with the pie buried in my face, Gloria let out all of her pent-up anger and frustration. She told me exactly what she thought of me and didn’t hold back anything.

When she was done chewing me out, she walked out of the room. I learned a valuable lesson that day about how to treat people I work with. I did apologize to her for how I had treated her. She accepted my apology, but she wasn’t sorry for what she did to me.

In fact, she thoroughly enjoyed smashing a cream pie in my face!”

3. We Just Want A Peaceful Flight

“My two daughters and I were the last people on a Southwest flight from Dallas to Salt Lake with one quick stop at Albuquerque. Southwest Airlines does not have assigned seating. There is a single middle aisle with 3 seats on either side. Because we were the last assigned to get on the plane, only single middle seats were left and they were scattered throughout the plane.

My 18-year-old daughter took the first seat available while my 7-year-old and I walked towards the back .. hoping to find seats together. There were none. I put her in a middle seat by herself and she started to cry a little. She was afraid to be sitting by herself between two unfriendly executive men.

I was 6 rows behind her in another middle seat. Because she was so upset, I asked the passengers beside her and those beside me if one would be willing to change seats so that she could sit by me. That would have required someone to change from a window or aisle seat to a middle seat.

They all said NO. I texted the situation to my older daughter and turned my phone off for the flight. It was the quietest flight ever. The guys on either side of me knew that they had behaved like jerks. There was no conversation. Just tension.

In Albuquerque, the guy with the window seat in my row left, and my little daughter came to join me. A seat across the aisle also opened up. My older daughter started her way down the aisle with guys turning their heads to stare. She was and is a knockout.

She sat down in the seat across the aisle from us. The first man who had refused to move was now between us. This guy was in his mid-20s. I could see him processing the beauty sitting across the aisle from him and getting ready to attempt a conversation.

Then I spoke to her. And he realized that she was related to the little girl and the mom whom he had refused to change seats for. And there was no chance he was going to be able to save this situation in any way.

Here was a beautiful girl whom he wanted to hit on… and she already knew him as a heartless jerk.”