Last weekend, I took the family out to Applebee’s for dinner. The parking lot was jam-packed, and I circled around more than once before finally spotting a guy heading to his car. I waited patiently, about ten minutes, until he pulled out.

Just as I was about to pull in, a car full of young girls came out of nowhere and swerved right into the spot. I rolled my window down and told them I had been waiting. The driver smirked, looked me dead in the eye, and said:
“Too bad. Your name wasn’t on it.”

Livid doesn’t even begin to cover it. But I had my wife and kids with me, so I swallowed my pride, found another space further away, and walked in calmly. I wasn’t about to let some entitled brats ruin our family dinner.

Inside, we enjoyed our meal. The food was good, the kids were happy, and I had almost put the whole thing behind me—until I spotted the same group of girls at the bar. They were laughing, taking shots, and clearly getting more and more wasted as the night went on. That’s when the idea struck me.

When we finished eating, I slipped our waiter a $20 bill. I told him:
“Ten minutes after we leave, go up to those girls and tell them someone called and said their car just got keyed.”

To be crystal clear: I never touched their car. I just planted the seed.

About an hour later, curiosity got the best of me, so I called the waiter back. He could barely talk through his laughter. He said the girls completely lost it—screaming, running outside, circling their car, pointing at random scratches that weren’t even there. They even called the police to file a report.

Here’s where karma stepped in. The cops arrived, looked over the car, and found no damage at all. But what they did notice was the smell of alcohol—and the fact that none of the girls were in any condition to drive.

The officers told them to wait until they sobered up. But after circling the lot, the cops parked nearby and kept an eye on them. Sure enough, not long after, the group stumbled out of the restaurant, piled into the car, and tried to start the engine.

That’s when the flashing red-and-blue lights lit up the night. 🚨

The police pulled them over immediately. Field sobriety tests, breathalyzers—the whole show. The driver was well over the legal limit, and her friends weren’t much better. The result? Arrests for DUI and public intoxication.

Meanwhile, I was at home, kicked back in my recliner with a cold drink in hand, laughing to myself. I never touched their car, never raised my voice, never lost my cool. All I did was give karma a little nudge—and karma handled the rest.

Sometimes, the sweetest revenge is patience. 😉