Alright, this is a bit out there, so stay with me.
I leave early for class since I need to break a twenty and get some snacks, not to mention some super glue for my mom, so I decided to drop by the local Wal-Mart and grab up the goods.
I'm pretty effecient, I get my things and get to the register in about 10 minutes. I even got a new USB gamepad for my PC. That's when disaster strikes, because my day was going too good.
I went to that speedy checkout, for the saavy who only need 10 items or less. The cashier is one of those 4-star cashiers. You know, the kind that they give those fancy tags just to make them feel better, like some childish 3rd grade retard getting a gold star. I swear this woman has never seen, nor heard of, the common-place technology called a register. This is compounded by her lack of understanding as per how a credit card works, as though God himself suddenly thrust down this technological monolith into her life and shattered her mind.
It takes me longer to get through the checkout than it did to get my goods. This is only mildly unsettling, as I left for class early, and so I can handle this setback. I prove that I am indeed, 18, since you appearantly have to be of that age to buy glue these days. Of course, the saleswoman looks at me like as though I am Satan himself for buying glue, but I shrug off her stink-eye and step out of Wal-Mart.
At this point, I am glad to be free of that controlled environment. However, my respite is brief as I am greeted by my sister who is under the seemingly wide-spread curse of eternal PMS, and her boyfriend, who knows more about how to smoke weed then hygiene.
"What are you doing at Wal-Mart?", she asks me, as though this Wal-Mart is some sort of meeting-place where only the cream of society can toss their money away.
"Purchasing some snacks.", I replied without stopping. Our conversation was at an end.
I made good to remember where I had parked. I have poor short-term memory, so I often have to repeat things to myself in order to dedicate them to my mind. However, when I reached the spot where I parked, my car was gone, replaced by the car my sister's boyfriend drives. I remembered then that she has keys to my car.
So I look. I look for my car for about 15 minutes. It's not in the aisle it was, or the next. It's raining outside, I'm soaked, and I'm carrying sensitive electronic equipment in my arms, when I finally find my car.
At the very end of the lot, farthest corner away from the exit I took to get into the store.
I go to class, and tear through my work in such a ferocity that what normally takes about 4 hours, I finish in 1, so I get to go home early today. I discover that my parking spot in front of the apartment complex is taken up by that same damn car, so I park in the visitor's section and step inside.
I find out that my sister and her scraggly boyfriend are at home, and I inform my mom about their damn joke. Of course, she evades punishment by claiming that it was funny and it was all in good jest, and that she wouldn't get angry if I pulled a prank on her, but I don't stand idly by and let my honor be insulted. No sir.
My plea to all of you is simple: I have the day off from class tomorrow, and my sister is away for the day. I need ideas for revenge. She has no car, but she has plenty of the amenities in her room; TV, phone, etc. and I am willing to hear anything that is within my capabilities (sorry, murder is out of the question).
To give you a better understanding of what she's done to me (and gotten away with) in the past:* She's shorted out my keyboard by pouring water over the keys.
* She busted two holes into my bedroom door.
* She's stolen money, CD's (blank and burnt/bought).
* She's wrecked my car. Twice.
* She's stabbed me several times, the most prominent being the occasion where she gouged my arm with a pen.
Revenge is what I want, good fellows. Give me your ideas.
Update: Earlier this morning I proceeded with FliesLikeABrick's idea and flipped her television, night stand, dresser, etc. upside-down. Now remember, she said she wouldn't get angry if I pulled a prank on her, well..
She gets home at about 2:50, and the first thing I hear is, "Why is all my stuff upside-down?", and about two minutes later, (mind you we live in an apartment complex, an environment where you should be peaceful and at least moderately quiet) she's throwing her TV down to the ground, she smashes a snowglobe and vase (that I didn't even touch) onto it, threatens me and my stuff, and takes off out the door and away with my car.
Update 2: Now her and her boyfriend are over, cleaning up the mess she made. Mom had me throw the TV away, since it had whatever liquid they stick in snowglobes all inside it after her temper tantrum (polyeurithane or however its spelled). I think they're trying to fix it. All I hear is her throwing stuff about and the occaisonal [IMAGE]y comment to her boyfriend.
My car is safely returned, I believe. She will no longer be driving it, I am sure. I think this has proven that she has an anger problem to my mom, and that my sister seriously needs some help. I've known this for a long time now, but I guess this is just now sinking in with my mom.
I wouldn't doubt it if she tried to retaliate somehow, sometime in the future, so keep those ideas coming, guys. I'll keep them here as a list of things to do, should I need to return her favors.
I'll keep you guys updated as events happen.
I leave early for class since I need to break a twenty and get some snacks, not to mention some super glue for my mom, so I decided to drop by the local Wal-Mart and grab up the goods.
I'm pretty effecient, I get my things and get to the register in about 10 minutes. I even got a new USB gamepad for my PC. That's when disaster strikes, because my day was going too good.
I went to that speedy checkout, for the saavy who only need 10 items or less. The cashier is one of those 4-star cashiers. You know, the kind that they give those fancy tags just to make them feel better, like some childish 3rd grade retard getting a gold star. I swear this woman has never seen, nor heard of, the common-place technology called a register. This is compounded by her lack of understanding as per how a credit card works, as though God himself suddenly thrust down this technological monolith into her life and shattered her mind.
It takes me longer to get through the checkout than it did to get my goods. This is only mildly unsettling, as I left for class early, and so I can handle this setback. I prove that I am indeed, 18, since you appearantly have to be of that age to buy glue these days. Of course, the saleswoman looks at me like as though I am Satan himself for buying glue, but I shrug off her stink-eye and step out of Wal-Mart.
At this point, I am glad to be free of that controlled environment. However, my respite is brief as I am greeted by my sister who is under the seemingly wide-spread curse of eternal PMS, and her boyfriend, who knows more about how to smoke weed then hygiene.
"What are you doing at Wal-Mart?", she asks me, as though this Wal-Mart is some sort of meeting-place where only the cream of society can toss their money away.
"Purchasing some snacks.", I replied without stopping. Our conversation was at an end.
I made good to remember where I had parked. I have poor short-term memory, so I often have to repeat things to myself in order to dedicate them to my mind. However, when I reached the spot where I parked, my car was gone, replaced by the car my sister's boyfriend drives. I remembered then that she has keys to my car.
So I look. I look for my car for about 15 minutes. It's not in the aisle it was, or the next. It's raining outside, I'm soaked, and I'm carrying sensitive electronic equipment in my arms, when I finally find my car.
At the very end of the lot, farthest corner away from the exit I took to get into the store.
I go to class, and tear through my work in such a ferocity that what normally takes about 4 hours, I finish in 1, so I get to go home early today. I discover that my parking spot in front of the apartment complex is taken up by that same damn car, so I park in the visitor's section and step inside.
I find out that my sister and her scraggly boyfriend are at home, and I inform my mom about their damn joke. Of course, she evades punishment by claiming that it was funny and it was all in good jest, and that she wouldn't get angry if I pulled a prank on her, but I don't stand idly by and let my honor be insulted. No sir.
My plea to all of you is simple: I have the day off from class tomorrow, and my sister is away for the day. I need ideas for revenge. She has no car, but she has plenty of the amenities in her room; TV, phone, etc. and I am willing to hear anything that is within my capabilities (sorry, murder is out of the question).
To give you a better understanding of what she's done to me (and gotten away with) in the past:* She's shorted out my keyboard by pouring water over the keys.
* She busted two holes into my bedroom door.
* She's stolen money, CD's (blank and burnt/bought).
* She's wrecked my car. Twice.
* She's stabbed me several times, the most prominent being the occasion where she gouged my arm with a pen.
Revenge is what I want, good fellows. Give me your ideas.
Update: Earlier this morning I proceeded with FliesLikeABrick's idea and flipped her television, night stand, dresser, etc. upside-down. Now remember, she said she wouldn't get angry if I pulled a prank on her, well..
She gets home at about 2:50, and the first thing I hear is, "Why is all my stuff upside-down?", and about two minutes later, (mind you we live in an apartment complex, an environment where you should be peaceful and at least moderately quiet) she's throwing her TV down to the ground, she smashes a snowglobe and vase (that I didn't even touch) onto it, threatens me and my stuff, and takes off out the door and away with my car.
Update 2: Now her and her boyfriend are over, cleaning up the mess she made. Mom had me throw the TV away, since it had whatever liquid they stick in snowglobes all inside it after her temper tantrum (polyeurithane or however its spelled). I think they're trying to fix it. All I hear is her throwing stuff about and the occaisonal [IMAGE]y comment to her boyfriend.
My car is safely returned, I believe. She will no longer be driving it, I am sure. I think this has proven that she has an anger problem to my mom, and that my sister seriously needs some help. I've known this for a long time now, but I guess this is just now sinking in with my mom.
I wouldn't doubt it if she tried to retaliate somehow, sometime in the future, so keep those ideas coming, guys. I'll keep them here as a list of things to do, should I need to return her favors.
I'll keep you guys updated as events happen.