TP Party
My Dad, who was SUPER strict, came out to the living room where we were having a sleepover and announced we were making ENTIRELY too little noise. Had us put on shoes and jackets, drove us to the warehouse store and bought up a ton of toilet paper. A minivan worth.
He proceeded to drive us around and had us teepee everyone’s houses who didn’t come to my slumber party. And the guy who turned me down to go to the middle school dance. He just sat in the minivan, kept an eye out on the neighborhood, likely drank a beer or three, knowing him.
It was the 80s and that was kinda a thing then. So the whole thing was kinda hilarious. Word went out pretty quickly that we’d gotten revenge on everyone who missed the party and by Monday my reputation was set – do NOT mess with me. You get an invite, you show up.
I spent the next 4 years of secondary school being THE girl no one messed with. It was quite a reputation to live up to, but I did my best. Story credit: Reddit / NoeTellusom