Best Served Cold
I rented this inner city apartment from this lawyer scum back in the 1980s. The windows were on the alley, right above the dumpsters and it was winter. Not being a noob, I asked about air conditioning as dumpster stench will prevent you from opening your window on hot days.
Come summer, the air doesn’t work. I call him and he says in the most lawyer-like way – “I pointed out the air conditioner, I never said it worked”. I held back rent but he took me to court which I avoided by just paying up till the lease was over in angry defeat.
But I had his home phone number. I waited two years until one beautiful Friday afternoon in the spring. Around 3 o’clock I called his trophy wife and informed her that her husband had better stop messing around with my wife or I was going to beat both of them.
She was most interested and angry and I knew enough about the guy to satisfy the grilling she gave me. Story credit: Reddit / spudzilla