When I first married my husband I was young and still figuring out life, in the few interactions I had with the secretary at my husbands office she would passive aggressively belittle me such as needing to fill out insurance forms when my husband was out of town. She called to say they needed to be turn in before he would be back and "They are very easy to understand so even you could do it". Fine witch game on. She was very prescise about her desk almost obsessive. I would meet my husband at his office to commute home a few times a week and a few times a month he was there later then everyone else and I used that time to put my own little touch on her desk. Pencils well their tips got broken. I had my husband hold on to pens that ran out of ink to replace the ones on her desk with the empty ones. Yes, he was fine with what I was doing. I would remove all the paper from the printer, take out staples from the stapler and jam up keys on her computer, disconnect the monitor and move a few things around. Went on for over a year and the day after my husband would say she was always in a bad mood because things kept going wrong. Filled my heart with joy.

Here in r/Nevada we have a Smog Snitch tip line. You can anonymously report visible exhaust gases. If someone upsets me on a roadway. I get their plate number and snitch on them. I am not alone. This is done by many many ticked off ex-wives and ex-girlfriends,.

Packed caviar in her curtain rods and raw shrimp behind her switchplates. she never found them, but accused me of burying a dead animal under her house. she had to sell at a 50,000$ loss and move. i can only imagine the stench. this was a former boss who owed me 800$ and fooled around for three months with excuses.

never leave your housekey under the mat, people.

It was the beginning of the year, in early primary (elementary) school, and we were making A3 posters that were to decorate the school hall. As one may know, one of the worst crimes in this period of development is the eraser-napper. The thief in question had my eraser more than i did. Cunningly I took my eraser and dipped the edge he had been using into some ink. Shortly after, a hand slithered across desk - my newly modified eraser was gone. Just as time wasn't used for permission, time wasn't used to inspect the tool of destruction. The subsequent screams stalled class, in one act all heads rotated to one spot, to the carnage of my making.
Anyway (i'm running out of time here) the day finished in about 2 minutes time and we had to hand in our posters.
Till the end of term the result of my actions where plastered on a wall, a smear of black ink over said masterpiece, as a warning to all - never steal my eraser.

I had a coworker that would pop off once a week and be really rude to everyone. The height adjustment on our chairs was kind of broken. If you pushed the lever in a bit when the chair was at its desired height, it would sink over 2 to 3 seconds when you sat down. I pushed that lever in every single time I had the opportunity. People would trade their chairs with him so that he would stop complaining, I would give it an hour or two, and then push the lever. It lasted for about 6 months. He never seemed to suspect anyone, he would just flip out at the chair.

Covered an entire floor in shaving cream, except for a series of carefully placed stepping stones that we covered in KY. Then waited in the apartment below. It worked perfectly-victim jumped to the first KY patch, fell over and slid through the shaving cream.