Resident gets back at vacationing neighbor after damaging his car: 'I graciously helped myself to half a freezer's worth of meat'

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    "I ruined 300 lbs of meat while he was on vacation"
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    A neighbor hit my car and lied about it, so I ruined 300 lbs of meat while he was on vacation. This happened about five or six years ago. For some context my neighbor, we'll call him Chester, is your
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    stereotypical weekend outdoorsman type. He owns at least 10 different baseball caps, and they all have camo on them. He's one of those. He drives a Jeep, which will be important later, and usually spends his weekends either hunting, fishing, or prepping drop'. I tried to for 'when the b bC explain to him once that we were
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    within the fallout range of a major city, so if it got hit we'd be s either way, but whatever. Everyone needs a hobby, and some people's is collecting canned peaches.
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    Two weeks before the revenge, I came outside to see my car had a broken window on the passenger side, and
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    that part of the frame was dented just above the door handle. I can tell immediately from the size and shape of the dent exactly what it was from.
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    As I said my neighbor, Chester, drives a Jeep, and mounted on his front grill is a cable wench he uses for pulling stumps and whatnot. It juts out almost a foot and a half in front of the
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    bumper and is made of solid metal. Anyone with a picture of the wench and the shape of the dent in my car could CSI that sh :just from eyeballing it. The dent is almost identically shaped, and situated at the same height the wench was mounted. On top of that, Chester lives directly across the street from me, and he likes to back into his driveway.
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    Conveniently enough my car is always parked on the street, so he has ample opportunities to hit it.
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    I asked Chester about it, and without saying anything he shook his head while biting his lip like some clueless cartoon character. I then ask if anyone
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    who borrowed his car might have done it because the wench itself was pretty scratched up, almost like he's it into things all over been r town. Again, Chester silently shakes his head and then tries to tell me it was probably teenagers. No exposition mind you, he just blamed it on teenagers.
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    I was fuming, but kept my composure and went home to call the police and my insurance company to report it. I managed to get a competent police officer, who told me point blank that it was clear what happened, but without a witness it would be pointless to try and prove it. The insurance agent was equally certain of Chester's guilt but ended up recommending I pay out of
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    pocket for the repair. Since I was parking on the street, it was a factor the insurance company might use against me if I filed the claim. When it came time for them to recalculate and adjust my monthly rate I could see a significant increase. A few hundred out of pocket right now could save me several hundred a year going forward
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    if my rate was increased due to my own negligence, which is what the claim would, unfortunately, be categorized as. Raw deal for sure, but at least he was honest with me. Fast forward to two weeks later, Chester and his family are going up
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    North to rough it in nature for a week. And despite my cold attitude towards him in recent days, he asks me to keep an eye on his house while he's gone, since I'm the only person in the neighborhood that he trusts, apparently. I agreed to do it, not because I had any type of revenge in mind, but because he gifted me a
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    large case of beer for my service. His one request was that I call him if we have any extreme weather because he'd need me to check on something.
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    Two nights after he left, we had a nasty storm. Wind, hail, and even a few rolling blackouts. The next morning I called Chester to ask what
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    he needed me to check on, but he didn't answer. Knowing Chester, he'd probably set up camp in some rural part of America with no da 1 cell phone service, even though he asked me to call him if this happened. After a few failed attempts I went over to his house to inspect for any potential issues that might have arisen from
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    the weather. I figured he was probably worried about his garage flooding, since his yard was frequently a moat after heavy rain. I went into the garage and there was no flooding,
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    but something caught my eye immediately. Four large freezer chests, lined up side by side, taking up a huge chunk of the wall. I peeked inside one and immediately realized
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    what Chester was worried about. All four of them were packed from floor to lid with meat. Some of it was still in packages from the grocery store, and some of it was wrapped in butcher paper. Likely game picked up from Chester's hunting exploits. But
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    on the top of one of the freezers was something else that seemed out of place. It was a red solo cup full of frozen water, with a penny sitting on top. I thought that was weird and dismissed it immediately, but curiosity got the better of me later that day when I got home. I decided to Google it, and what I learned instantly clicked
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    as a way to get the ultimate revenge on Chester for hitting my car and sticking me with the repair bill. There's an old life hack that people used to use when they went on vacation. You freeze a cup of water, then place a penny on top of it and
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    stick it in your freezer. If your power goes out, the water will eventually melt and the penny will fall to the bottom of the cup. If you return home and the penny is at the bottom of the cup, your freezer was off for an extended period of time, and now everything in it has potentially defrosted and become unfit for consumption.
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    I immediately got up and ran back to Chester's garage to scope out the legitimacy of my nefarious deed. As luck would have it, Chester's circuit breaker was hidden behind a tool shelf, not directly visible to the naked eye. Who would put a shelf in front of a circuit breaker? Chester, of course. So I promptly took the cup out of the
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    freezer and sat it on Chester's porch to let it get a little sun. After a few hours, the ice had melted enough that the penny slipped right to the bottom of the cup. I then put the cup back in the freezer, being very careful to position it exactly where it was when I took it out, before moving on to the last phase of my insidious plan.
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    I started blowing up Chester's phone with calls and frantic text messages. "Chester, where is your circuit breaker? I can't find it and your power is off. Get back to me, ASAP!" I
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    did this countless times over the next two days before I finally got a call back from Chester. He told me immediately where to go in his
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    garage to find the circuit breaker, which of course I already knew thanks to my prior detective work. I sat the phone down and flipped the circuit breaker twice. Once to turn it off and then a second time to turn it back on, giving it just enough time to mess with the digital clocks on all his appliances. And with that, my revenge
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    was complete. All that was left was for Chester to come back home, which took another two days.
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    When Chester got back home I was nervous, but eager to see if my charade had worked. The next day I got a knock on my door. It was Chester. He asked me if I wanted
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    some meat to give to my dogs. Apparently, the power had been off for too long and all the meat in his freezers had thawed out while he was gone, so he was throwing it out. I asked him how much he had, and he said it was probably somewhere close to 300 lbs. He didn't want to waste it all, so he asked if I wanted to give
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    some to my dogs. I, graciously, helped myself to roughly half a freezer's worth of meat. Some of which I stored in my own fridge, and the rest Chester was nice enough to offer to hold onto in his freezer until I needed it.
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    The kicker is that Chester had no idea the meat never actually defrosted, and was still perfectly good. That night I helped myself and my dogs to a couple of nice steaks, courtesy of ol' Chester himself, who was still busy walking the neighborhood unloading the 'tainted meat' on anyone who had a cat or dog that might want it. It was
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    at least four or five months before me and my dogs went through all the meat Chester had given us. I don't know if I made all my money back for the repairs on my car, but I didn't have to buy any meat for many a fortnight.

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