The route I take to work is a narrow 2-lane windy, hilly road that cuts through an industrial area. Because this road is unsuitable for big trucks, the city build a big ass 4-6 lane highway running parallel to it about 3/4 of a mile east that goes directly to the interstate about two decades ago. It's flat, well-maintained, and only has a few gentle curves along its 4 or 5 mile stretch. Unfortunately, in order to save a half-mile, big trucks will still routinely take the narrow-ass road to the interstate instead.
This happened last week. I'm coming up on a green light and a rig coming in from the right pulls up to the intersection, stops, then makes a right-turn on red right in front of me. I'm the only fucking car on the road and if he'd waited literally 5 seconds I wouldn't have had to slow down to 10 MPH and crawl up all these fucking hills while waiting for him to figure out which gear he needed to be in. Again, I don't know exactly where he was coming from, but if he went the other direction on that side street, he'd have been on the highway in no time.
I knew which way he was going, and that I would soon have my revenge.
A couple of miles down the road, there was a stop light that split into a left-turn lane, straight-through lane, and right-turn lane. The interstate is off to the right. When we got to the split, he went right as I expected, I went straight and stopped at the red light, and put the right-side tires of my car juuuuust inside the stripe separating the lanes, ensuring he couldn't swing his rig out wide enough to make a right-turn on red and that he'd just have to wait for me to go.
Any recent acts of petty revenge that you've undertaken recently that made you feel like life didn't suck so much for at least a few minutes?