What is the most petty grudge you've ever born?

I’ve never given birth to a grudge.

"born" works too, R1.

OP, to answer your question, it's probably a longstanding fight I've had over a claim that I have an unpaid bill from a colonoscopy several years back. At one point, I only communicated with the address from which the bills were issued, and that was a different address than the one that I was instructed to respond to in the hospital's correspondence. Also, I never sent them any letters. I just took out a red pen and made notes on the bills they sent me, explaining how they were wrong. A lawyer reached out to me at one point claiming I was evading a bill, and I sent her all of the correspondence. My only issue was "what are you billing me for?" The lawyer said she'd send me an email explaining the bill. So I sent weekly emails to her asking for that explanation. Then my emails were blocked to her email address. She never sent the explanation. Then it went to a collections agency which contacts me every few months.

I never forgave Truman Capote for not inviting me to the Black and White Ball.

I was 6 and unknown to him, but I still very much wish I had been invited.

I had a temp job once where I would handle information requests from the public. I quite enjoyed it and when the vacancy was advertised I applied for it but didn't get it. One of the manager's nephews got the job, someone with no data experience or even basic IT experience.

I was asked to stay on for 2 weeks to train him but after 1 day I didn't go back and told the agency I didn't want to return.

That's when the grudge started.

I would submit 2 or 3 applications a week from hotmail and gmail accounts I'd set up under the names of random literary characters knowing he wouldn't be able to do them and one of the managers would have to pick up the work. When I knew I was getting duff information I'd query it or send another request from a different account.

I did this for 3 years until a different name appeared on the email responses which was when I stopped.

Has that screwed up your credit r2? Honestly, it sounds like you have a legitimate lawsuit there, especially some lawyer deciding that ghosting is the way to go. I don't know how much it costs to just file a lawsuit in this kind of matter, against the hospital, the lawyer, and the collections agency, but I suspect just doing that might resolve the whole issue, although I think you'd be entitled to compensation for harassment as well.

I was volunteering with a friend at a big gay social event. It was crowded. I was working at the name-badge table. A guy walked up and mumbled his name "Uh lias", then turned and started talking to someone else. I politely said - Elias - E-L-I-A-S?" and this mf said "Yeh, I don't know any other way to spell uh-lias." I hated him from that moment on. I've seen him several times since, and I suppose he forgot how rude he was, so I am intentionally extra rude back. Recently, I saw him with a cast on his foot trying to maneuver through a crowd when he dropped a bunch of stuff. I just walked by and said "oh hey, E-LIAS."

I didn't say it was a funny story.

How much time have you got?

R5, no. I think health debt is excluded from credit reporting. But I swear to God if they escalated to there, I would pull in every single regulator in my state. I would make it painful and costly to fight over this.

I only need to send a letter. They have to respond. And they take way more people and hours to respond than I do to send a letter.

Nonsense r2. This is gibberish;

[Quote] What is the most petty grudge you've ever born?

In retrospect, all of them were petty in the big picture. Not worth the effort. Just delete.

R9, you do not understand vernacular English, which changes the language in ways that you are unable to understand. That is OK.

r11 Give it up, it's ok. Your post is fun. Move on.

I reached out to Tone Loc's management and we agreed on a contract for them to perform at my wedding, less than 48 hour prior to the wedding, they backed out. I could have sued, but didn't.

These are some lackluster examples.

r14, What part of petty don't you understand?

A family ran a popular local produce business. The wife thought quite highly of herself. I heard that she was rude to my grandmother, who truly was a saint, and upset her. Based on that, I refused to set foot in the place again. My grandmother died. The rude woman died. I still refuse to patronize the place.

I once had a friend who was always in competition with me over men . One time he hooked up with a guy who I had thought was cute but never made moves on and he had no idea I even thought anything of him. Well,that just wouldnt do so I set out to seduce every single man he ever expressed interest in for years after . He finally got a boyfriend and begged me not to sleep with him . I would have,but his dick wasnt any bigger than a vienna sausage so he got a pass.

I didn't like my billing in the newspaper write-up of my best friend's wedding. I sort of distanced myself from him after that, even though I know it was that cunt wife of his.

I remembered another one. I once made a beautiful cake for my mom. I had it inside a lovely glass cake stand with a note on it - DO NOT TOUCH. My brother's filthy whore wife came over with her 2 raggedy-ass kids and let them stick their fingers in the icing. I never forgave the bitch sister-in-law. (I also took revenge because soon after when I was at their house I put a bunch of tobasco on the stupid kids' hotdogs.)

My ex with borderline personality disorder cheated on me with 15 of the local gays in my city. I blamed him and the other gays as they knew we were in a committed relationship.

I told everyone I knew with the proof to back it up. Relationships and marriages ended. One drank himself to death due to loneliness.

I don’t feel guilty.

I’m the greatest person to ever live the radical left is out to get me!

Good for you, r20! Fuck those guys.

It was winter ‘89-90, a recession, and I was an ‘89 liberal arts graduate trying to find a decent job. What I had instead, for the moment, was a data-entry temp job in the back room of a small business, a mail catalog for boating enthusiasts and hobbyists. It was mindless work, but I got up to speed fast and they all seemed to like me.

Late one afternoon, a lacquered-haired 50-something lady higher up in the office came back to see me. We had never interacted before. She smiled sweetly and asked for the name of my temp agency. I kindly shared it.

She then called them, trashed my performance with a bunch of total lies and ended it immediately…in order to give her shiftless daughter (my same age) my job, undoubtedly at a higher pay. The temp agency called me at home that evening, shocked, because they had been calling me a “rock star” in their lingo. They learned about the daughter later on from an inside contact, the person who was actually supposed to interface with them and make any temp-hiring and temp-firing decisions.

Over the years that lady somehow became my mental totem for all the worst people out there. The ones who would hurt or even destroy some stranger’s life if it gains them something, even something small. And now America is ruled by such people.

Starting in 2000, I worked at a law firm for the asshole of all assholes partner. One of his clients managed to out-asshole the lawyer asshole.

One of my fellow associates and I kept a list of the assholes who we hated, like ^these fuckers^: if someone had to die in the world today, and it was a choice between an innocent child and one of these fuckers, we'd pick these fuckers to die.

My fellow associate and I abandoned the law firm and are in close touch. We re-visit The List every so often. So far, the two guys I mentioned in the first sentence are still alive. But the client is now suing the partner, and I'm happy about it.

R20, sorry, but it was a committed relationship for only one of you.

r24 "if someone had to die in the world today, and it was a choice between an innocent child and one of these fuckers, we'd pick these fuckers to die. "

Isn't that a normal feeling? You'd want an asshole to die before an innocent child?

r25 You're sorry?

R26, I want a SPECIFIC asshole on a list I co-maintain to die.

R27, I was sorry for being the bearer of the truth.

Everybody.

Well, Hello! Welcome to my grudge!

I somewhat pride myself on not envying things other people have. I’m not that much into “stuff.”

But there was this one woman years ago in our old neighborhood. She was unbearably smug and rude. She ran some kind of mean girls group that terrorized the “outsiders” in the neighborhood.

She was fat, unemployed, and shit out a kid every few years so her husband wouldn’t push her to get a job. She also fancied herself some arts and crafts genius.

Anyway, I began to really resent the fact she had a pretty big house, worth about 1.5M at the time, now probably worth 2M or so. The in-laws helped them buy it; after all, they needed room for all those fucking kids.

The house was a tract home, nothing special. But big and expensive.

I wouldn’t want such a house for myself, and I definitely wouldn’t want her life. But she just annoyed the living shit out of me. I became fairly bitter that she was just floating through life even though she was a terrible person.

Anyway, we moved to a much better neighborhood years ago. Last Christmas, the annoying woman posted some photos of her wormy brood in front of their Christmas tree.

The tree was so bizarre— a huge tree that was mostly bare. It only had a couple of tiny, cheap looking ornaments. Yet she posted this photo like it was some impressive thing. It was so white trashy and Walmart… I had to wonder why this woman was ever even on my radar.

My Christmas tree was fabulous.

I attended a Catholic school; I wanted to join the yearbook club. I was too shy to sit down and the room was crowded. I stood near the doorway, and the nun (Sister Jane) later excoriated me for it. She was positively vicious and I hated her. She was a "Sister of Mercy" nun, ironically. Every nun, from that order, were so malicious. I liked the other nuns, from different orders. I loathed a fair number of priests, especially the ones during confession.

I was setting up the film projector in a college classroom and when the film started, the professor asked me to fix the focus. I had forgotten my glasses and had a hard time with it. As I was leaving the classroom, she said something about me to the class which made them all laugh. I was SO mad. I sent her nasty notes through the campus mail for a long time. Somebody in the office brought in a bunch of cheesy old t-shirts to give away and I sent some of those to her through campus mail, too.

There was a really mean teacher at my kid’s school.

As the years went by, she grew fatter and fatter. She was still a young woman; I had a hard time understanding how she was getting so fat.

She adopted this lumbering, hunched over, I-can’t-be-bothered-to-pick-up-my-feet shuffle. It enraged me.

Despite being so fat, she had this sort of flat, lumpy bust.

I anonymously mailed her a support bra with a note that said simply “you need this.”

Alaskan cruise with my mom. We docked in BC so everyone could board a bus to Butchart Gardens. We didn't have to take our (American) passports with us off the ship, just some reboarding card (this is important later).

The handicapped seats at the front of the bus were open, and my mom was pretty old, so I seated her there. A nasty bitch across the aisle said something like "Those are for people who can't walk!" I should have told her to stuff it but was so shocked we just moved to the back. When the bus started, the two seats were empty and the bitch motioned to a couple of friends to come take the handicapped seats next to her. I couldn't believe it.

When we got off the bus ride back we were behind the bitch as they checked reboarding cards. She couldn't find hers and her husband's. She argued but they finally told her to step aside so the rest of us could get back on the ship.

As I passed I locked eyes with her and gave my best Sable Carrington laugh. She looked like I'd slapped her.