Revenge can take on many different forms. Some people may think that it has to be cynical and you have to get even by hurting someone but that isn’t always the case.

There are some instances in which you may get revenge and it can be funny. Of course, it isn’t always going to be funny to the person who is on the receiving end of it, but it sure can be funny to you.

In addition, you can share these funny stories of revenge with others and they will find them to be hilarious. That is why we are sharing these three stories of revenge with you, and you will love them.

1. Driving Onto A Stroller Stopped Her From Speeding

“The teenagers down the street speed by my house and my little ones play out front.

Recipe for disaster.

To slow the speedsters down (and possibly preserve their lives) I bought one of those neon green plastic men who stand by the roadway and hold a flag that says, ‘Slow down.’ I got this little green guy from a lumber/lawn and garden store.

The speedsters did not slow down.

There is one young lady in particular (college-age probably) who not only speeds by, she does so while looking at her phone.

OMG girl. You just left your driveway! Get off the phone!

One day, I purchased a used stroller from social media. I brought the stroller home and placed it in my driveway, which has a steep slope to the roadway. I needed to clean the stroller before use.

After a period of time, the aforementioned young lady came racing toward my driveway, staring at her phone as usual. SOMEHOW, the stroller rolled out into the street as she was passing by and she ran right over it.

Never. Even. Saw. It.

She did stop immediately upon running over the stroller and she was crying when she got out of the car. I just stood there watching her as she gripped her phone, staring at the stroller under the car. Then I walked back into the house, super nonchalant.

She was in the middle of the street (as is her driving habit) and her car was positioned over a crumpled baby stroller.

She knew she was in deep, deep trouble so she called her folks, my neighbors. They came in less than a minute and assessed the situation. NOBODY CALLED 911.

Nobody knew if there was a child in the stroller or not, but nobody called 911.

I watched this whole ‘parents on the scene and nobody called 911’ scenario unfold from the comfort of my dining room window.

I made a mental note to dust the window sill.

After a full minute had passed (an eternity if your car is positioned over a crumpled baby stroller) I walked back out through the garage door, carrying my cleaning supplies, and looked around for my stroller. I pretended to notice the commotion out front for the first time. I walked toward her car, looked under it, and said, ‘Oh, I see you found my stroller.

I just took it out of my car and went inside to get something to clean it with. I guess it rolled out into the street. Good thing it didn’t have a baby in it.’

With that, I turned and walked back toward my house, super nonchalant.

The dad was offering to pay for the stroller while the girl and her mom stood there crying in a pitiful embrace.

Over my shoulder, I told him, ‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll get another one. No big deal.’

She does NOT speed by my house anymore.”

2. Block My Driveway? I’ll Block Yours Too

“My driveway is a shared driveway for my home and the house next door. ‘My’ part of the driveway curves around toward my garage about fifty feet from the street. The curve is right near the neighboring home’s back patio and door. My former neighbor was a nasty, bitter, inconsiderate woman. She tended to park her car temporarily right at that curve to load and unload her car (perhaps for 30 minutes or so).

This prevented my car from navigating the curve and entering my garage. Usually, I simply parked in the street until she was finished. I gradually got sick and tired of her nastiness, her allowing her dog to bark incessantly on that porch for hours late into the night, her “I’m-superior-to-you” attitude because she was a Bible-believing Christian and I was a Jew.

I digress.

One afternoon, her car was planted at the driveway curve, blocking me from my own garage. Instead of parking in the street and waiting, I pulled my car up behind hers in the shared part of the driveway, turned off my car, and went into my house.

A bit later, she pounded on my back door screaming that I was blocking her and she needed to go somewhere.

I acted stupid and puzzled for as long as I could before I slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y came out and moved my car.

She never blocked me again.

Petty? Yes! But it was extremely satisfying…

A few years after this incident, Mrs. Nasty’s husband had an affair and moved out. Mrs. Nasty sold her home to a quiet, unassuming, man who is a joy to have as a next-door neighbor.”

3. You Should Have Just Kept The Volume Low

“I rented the ground-level apartment in my friend’s split level for a few years.

The guys who rented upstairs owned a party lighting company, and as a result, they usually came home from work around 3 AM. I worked a nine-to-five job, and I’m a fairly light sleeper. When they came home from work, they’d occasionally turn on the TV, and usually fairly loud, which would of course wake me up, but most of the time I could drown out the noise by turning on a fan in my bedroom.

This was annoying but I could deal with it… until one of their friends moved in upstairs. This nasty such-and-such had no problem with turning up the volume on the TV all the way, in the middle of the night every night and watching for hours. These were the early years of flat-screen TVs and they had a big one, so likely it was very expensive.

When I knocked on the door to ask them to turn it down, I was told ‘this is when we get home from work and we’ll do what we want.’ Even having my friend, their landlord, intervene, had no effect.

Well, a few nights of one or two hours’ sleep made me downright ingenious. I remembered that once while microwaving my dinner, I had started vacuuming the floor and having both appliances turned on tripped the circuit breaker.

I crossed my fingers that we were on the same circuit and during the next morning’s 3 AM showing of Willy Wonka, with the girl screaming ‘I love this movie!’ and turning the volume up even louder than usual, I turned on the microwave and the vacuum. Five seconds and poof! Blessed silence! I heard a little shuffling around upstairs, then one of them went down into the basement and reset the circuit breaker.

The power came back on, and so did the television. I waited about a minute before turning back on the microwave and vacuuming. Poof! Silence! They reset the circuit breaker again, but this time there was no more TV. I went back to the most blissful slumber ever.

My friend later told me that they complained to him about the power going out because it was such an expensive TV and that could damage the electronics.

I told him that if they kept the volume to a respectable level then I wouldn’t have to do anything about it, but I wouldn’t hesitate to if it happened again. The microwave/vacuum trick was only necessary a couple more times before they got the hint and kept the noise down in the middle of the night.”