Not car related but a funny revenge story from my childhood.
I was in a boys school for a year and a half when I was 9 yrs. old until I was 10 1/2.
One of the other kids kept stealing my baseball mitt and my bicycle. I would find the stuff and take it back and then he would find out and kick my ass and take it back again. This went on for several months until one day.....
I snuck off grounds (went awol) and walked into town. Some of the other kids saw me and asked where I was going. I said "To the Deli, to get a Ham Sandwich" which is what we all did when we could because institutional food sucked. But I did not go to the deli. Instead I went next door to the drug store and I bought a can of Nair (hair remover). I went back to the school and waited until lights out that night. After everyone was asleep and the night watchman fell asleep I snuck into this kids dorm room (12 kids to a room) and I squirted a tennis ball sized glob of Nair into his afro. He must have heard the can hissing in his sleep because the next thing I know he is stretching, smacking his lips and rolling over, so I did the same thing to the other side of his head. Now I am truly scared shitless so I take the can of Nair downstairs and I go out into the woods (I am in my pajamas) and I hurl the can as far away as I can, then I go back to my dorm room and get back in my bed to wait for the morning.
Now I know this kids bathroom routine - we all shared a big institutional style bathroom with urinals on one wall, a row of toilet stalls and a row of sinks with mirrors on the opposite wall - He first pees, then goes to the sink to afro pick his hair.
I am laying in bed in terror, waiting for events to unfold. I see him go into the bathroom. I hear the urinal flush. I hear the water running in the sink and I can just imagine him reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his afro pick, to start picking his hair from back to front.
Then the screaming starts.....
AAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!!! AAAAAGGHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!! MY FUCKING HAIR !!!!!!!!! AAAAAGGHHH!!!!!!
The dorm rooms and bathroom were upstairs. Three counselors were downstairs and heard the screaming. It sounded like someone was getting stabbed or murdered. It was funny as hell as they all tried to come up the stairs at the same time and were falling over each other in their rush. They barged into the bathroom, figured out who was who and sent all of the other kids out of the bathroom in a hurry. About 15 minutes later they get this kid calmed down enough to where they can hustle him out of the bathroom and out of the building. Later that day he returned with a baldy haircut and he was obviously sedated, he looked like he was moon walking - and Michael Jackson hadn't done that thing yet. From that day forward he was good as a choir boy, never leaving the counselor's sides or causing trouble again....
I never did get found out, or if they did figure it out, no one let on.... :nuts: