There are few things in the world as magical as waking up to the smell of bacon cooking. Just ask my boyfriend because I’m always the one cooking it!
And if you were loud the night before, bacon is the perfect greasy hangover cure too!
However, when this user’s friend had a bad experience with a building contractor, he decided to get even with him by frying bacon in the meantime and not offering him a single strip!
Listen!
So, my buddy lives in an apartment complex and his roof was leaking.
The HOA sends a contractor to begin repairing the roof.
There was also water damage inside the house.
The contractor decides to mess with my friend.
But the man’s girlfriend came to his aid before the situation got out of control…
My buddy’s girlfriend is pretty level-headed and was able to stop him from saying or doing anything while the contractor was there.
On the day the contractor is supposed to repair the damage inside, my friend decides to fry some revenge bacon out of anger.
In his opinion, it would be quite difficult to concentrate on work when the whole house smells so heavenly!
The assumption was that it was already later in the day and this building contractor had to work for a few hours in a house filled with the wonderful smell of bacon.
And the best part was that he definitely wouldn’t get any of it.
I just thought I’d share this because I thought it was incredibly petty but definitely effective.
What subtle but brilliant revenge. This guy could have jumped right in the contractor’s face and screamed at him, but this hurts a lot more.
Reddit said this plan was a win for everyone because the OP’s boyfriend got to eat bacon after his revenge!
This user said that at this point he would be looking for a new, much less grumpy contractor.
Finally, this user pointed out that the revenge is long lasting as it takes FOREVER for the bacon smell to go away!
Hopefully you’re not hungry!
If you liked this post, check out this post about a woman who tracked down a construction contractor who tried to disappear without a trace.
