This is not a story about revenge. I don't take revenge because generally I've not had people do bad stuff to me
The exception was a bloke I worked at a gold mine, a real Frank Burns from MASH type character who was bitter towards me, resented that I got more money than him, and was always trying to bad mouth me to my boss. This culminated in him accusing me of stealing, because I had some film on my desk taken from a storage cupboard. He knew I had film on my desk because he was standing on his desk looking over the cubicle wall. Anyway, I was thinking about retaliating in some way when he came over to my house for a barbecue, self-inviting himself and arriving early. He started getting the fire going in the half 44 gallon drum when it exploded, giving him third degree to his face and chest and he had to be rushed out on the flying doc back to Perth. He never came back to work. Turns out at a party earlier in the week one of the dickhead drunken surveyors was using a spray can at a party earlier in the week to fire potatoes off into the bush from a pvc pipe, and had dumped the half empty can down the chimney of the barbecue before leaving. Anyway, it kind of obviated the need to take revenge against the prick, not that I was contemplating facial disfigurement.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Sun 22 Nov 2015, 22:28, Reply)