#by /u/kibufox

[prorevenge]

Well, you were warned not to park there...

This story happened about 15 years ago, give or take. At the time, I worked for a small industrial railroad in my city that served about twenty different industries along the docks. To get to the docks, from the yard where I would pick up the inbound (deliveries to the industries) cars, we had a mile of street trackage that ran right down the middle of a small street. Numerous bars lined the street on one side, with the river on the other side.

Because of city regulations, we were only allowed to operate along that span of track between specific hours. Typically 11 at night, to about 5 in the morning. However, since the bars were open at that time, it also meant that we had to trundle along at a crawl (usually walking pace, or just about that), and keep the locomotive on the front end of the movement. Every night I went down that street, there would typically be two or three people who had parked too close to the tracks, prompting me to have to get people to move their cars. It wasn't a major problem, just an annoyance.

Except for one guy. It seemed that every single night, I would have to stop about halfway down because this guy would always park his truck at an angle in the street, as opposed to parallel parking. (There were some angle parking spaces, but they were further down where there wasn't rails in the road.) Every single night, I'd have to head into the bar this guy owned and bug the guy to get him to move the truck. Most of the time, it'd take him a good thirty minutes to an hour to drag himself out and move the thing. This meant, of course, I was losing time that I needed to get my job done.

After months of this, I finally decided that I had enough. So, I decided to have the guy towed. Yeah... that didn't work out as well as I hoped. Turned out that the guy also had some job with the city, or the mayor's office, or some friend in either. So, no one would dare come out and tow his truck. I think I waited there a good hour before he eventually came out and moved it, even having the gall to flip me the bird as he left.

At that point, I decided that not only was I totally done with the guy, but if the chance arose; I was going to teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. Nothing physical per se, just a hard learned lesson.

Couple days later, I found myself heading down the track with half a dozen heavy cars with machinery bound for the docks. As I rounded the curve and neared the place where that guy always parked, I gently applied the independent brakes on the locomotive. This would slow the heavy train, but wasn't enough to stop it outright. At least, not quickly. I waited until the very last minute, laying on the horn and applying the full brakes, bringing everything to a screeching halt in the middle of the street. As I felt the brakes begin to hold, there was this loud "THUNK" and screeching and tearing of metal as the train simply punted the truck out of the way, tearing the bed clean off it in the process.

This did not go unnoticed, as a crowd had started to gather out front of the bar when they heard the train coming. I stay in the cab, calling back to dispatch and inform them that I'd struck a parked car, and they needed to get the police, and a tow truck out to my location. All the while, I could hear this guy screaming (heard him over the sound of the locomotive no less) at the top of his lungs about how he was going to have me thrown in jail, sue the company, and all manner of things. Locking the doors, I opted to just wait in the cab for the boys in blue to arrive.

Eventually, they pop around and start taking statements. I explain the problem, noting that I couldn't (well, I could have, but it wouldn't have been a good idea) simply slam on the brakes due to the cargo I was carrying; and that the only reason I hit the truck was because it was improperly parked. I added that the gentleman had been warned in the past that something like this could happen, and had ignored the warnings.

The man, for his part, was simply livid. Hopping around, yelling at me, yelling at the cops, and just beside himself. In the end, he was ticketed for his bad parking, obstructing the passage of a train, and his truck was totaled, and he ended up on the hook for paying for it. (Truck was brand new, and not yet paid off, or so I was told.)

It took about two hours to clean up the mess, and I was (per company rules) suspended for a week during the company investigation... but honestly, it was worth it. Didn't have any problems with him from that point forward either.

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[prorevenge]

The German Flag story.

Note: The story I am about to recount is not my own story. It's something legendary I remember hearing about when I lived in Savannah and worked there. The story is quite true, but a legendary case of revenge on the part of one home owner, when confronted with an annoying film crew.

Okay, so some of the background. I'm going off of memory here, so bear with me. Sometime in 1976 or 1977, a film crew descended upon Savannah Georgia, with the intent of using some of the squares as a backdrop for their film. (The movie being 'The Lincoln Conspiracy'. The idea was, reportedly, to use the old victorian styled buildings and homes as stand ins for homes likely found in Washington DC in the 1860's.

The film crew would go around to most of the home owners, asking for their permission to use their homes as part of this backdrop, and offered them a couple thousand dollars to pay for their time. At least, that's what they were supposed to do. Truth be known was that, for whatever reason, the film crew didn't bother to ask permission, and didn't offer any monetary compensation to the home owners. They simply assumed that the home owners wouldn't care, and would 'behave'. (IE: not having automobiles visible, no electric lights on at certain times, and not leaving their homes during filming.)

Jim wasn't the type to exactly back down to a challenge. At first, he attempted to refuse the film crew the use of his home. That didn't work, they simply ignored his complaints. He reportedly attempted to get in touch with the lawyers of the production company, to voice his complaints, but kept running into a brick wall. So, he had no other options, right? Wrong.

See, there's an interesting thing I've not mentioned about Jim. The fellow was an avid antiques collector, among other things. So, he decided that the best way to show his displeasure with what the film crew was doing, was to make it so that every time they shot out in front of his house, which was quite often; he'd cause them to have to scrap the take entirely and start over.

His weapon for this? A massive flag. Not just any flag, mind you, but a massive, original, NAZI flag. His plan set, Jim would wait till he saw that the film crew had just started their shots, and with a bit of a flourish, he'd unfurl that massive flag from the balcony of his house, making sure that it got in every single shot that they filmed in front of his house.

This went on for DAYS. Eventually, Jim had made a point, and the film company ponied up the money that they were supposed to be paying for the permission to film at that location. Jim would go on to other things, though not so much better. Even so, the story of the nazi flag in an Abraham Lincoln story became the stuff of legend. It's rumored that the film crew didn't notice the flag's presence in one of the exterior shots, and that if you look closely you can see that very flag waving in the background of the movie in some locations. I've looked myself, and can't be sure.

Whatever the case, I'd have to say that what Jim did was a perfect case of professional revenge. It was petty on some levels, but the sheer gall that he had proved that he was not a man to be messed with.

Note: Jim ended up in the news again later in 1981, though for less humorous reasons. He was charged with multiple charges after his assistant was found murdered in Jim's Savannah home. Jim was acquitted of the charges in his final trial, and died in 1990, six months after the trial's completion, from pneumonia and heart failure. His story would later go on to inspire the book "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil", and the critically acclaimed movie of the same name.

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