#1 Apparently Booking A Seat On A Train Is Not A Real Booking If Someone Else Decides To Sit There

I got on the train to find 4 guys sitting at the table, the one in my seat that was clearly marked as booked, refused to move as he was with his friends and the train was packed. The ticket collecter passed and I asked him to help.
He asked the guy to move but he refused and somehow that was that.
"So what now?" I asked
"You can find another seat but I have no power to move him, only the police and move him and they will not turn up just to move someone out of a seat."
There were no seats free in the carriage and probably not many free on the train so standing to London was a possibility.
"I'm going to take a seat in first class" - better surroundings, power sockets and free tea and coffee.
"You can't sit there, you don't have a booking"
"Well, you could call the police to move me but apparently they won't turn out to move someone out of a seat"
I had a lovely trip with power for my laptop and a wide comfy seat.
#2 I Took Away All The ‘Towel Seat Reservations’ At The Resort

Third day, we decide to take some towels off two loungers, and enjoy our day. Four (!!) hours in, an older couple shows up that they had towels there, and kick us off with help from an attendant.
That pissed me off, so every following day I went to take the towels off of every unattended lounger after breakfast, and then went to watch the chaos from my balcony. Many many people complained and by the end of the week there was a sign that unattended towels would be removed. Success!
#3 Try To Threaten And Con A Tourist? Well Good Luck!

I was around 7 or 8 at the time. We had gone on summer holiday to Italy and were going to Venice for the day.
My parents hadn’t travelled much and it was actually my father’s first trip abroad.
So we get to Venice in our car and park up. My parents are trying to find a place where they can buy tickets for a ferry or boat across. Nobody speaks a lot of English.
A man sees them looking around and approaches them and guides us towards this small boat. There’s another couple in the boat and he gives a decent quote for sailing us across.
My parents accept. However once on the boat the price changes drastically and the man and his two partners become quite threatening and are refusing to let anyone of the boat if they don’t pay.
After a very long discussion my parents and the other couple end up just having to pay. They basically all pay all the money they have in cash (which when travelling in the 80ies was quite a lot).
The boat docks in a small passage and at the end of it you can see the Saint Mark’s square. My mother makes sure that she is the last one to leave the boat.
As she prepares to get off the boat she quickly grabs all the money from the man’s back pocket (yes he was stupid enough to put it there and it stuck up a bit), jumps off the boat and because the men on the boat are so surprised that anyone would dare to do that they don’t immediately react and we all manage to make it to the square. And so they can’t follow.
My mother of course gives the other couple their money back. And my parents have their money back and the trip actually ended up costing them nothing.
Thinking back I have to say I am still impressed that she had the courage to do so.
Travel can make people surprisingly less tolerant of minor inconveniences. The Established explains that being away from home creates a constant stream of background stressors, including unfamiliar surroundings, time pressure, fatigue, and the need to make dozens of small decisions.
Finding the right platform, keeping track of luggage, navigating unfamiliar roads, watching the time, and dealing with money or reservations all require mental effort. That leaves less cognitive space for brushing off something irritating, so a delayed connection, a slow queue, or another traveler behaving inconsiderately can feel much more significant than it normally would.
#4 First Vacation Without Kids In Five Years Looking Forward To Uninterrupted Sleep, Awoken By Party Girls Next Door, Gave Them An Unwelcome Early Rising

TL/DR: woke up by rude chicks while on vacation, took their do not disturb sign and tipped the maid for waking them up.
*EDIT: Some people taking this way too seriously. It was petty and an entertaining story. I was annoyed and inconvenienced not furious. I ended up going downstairs and reading a new book by the fire in the lobby. It ended up being enjoyable.
Also, I budgeted for the trip and sacrificed part of the $50 I was going to use to buy clothing or a memento from the trip for myself and gave the money to the maid.
#5 If You're Going To Cut The Line, Be Sure To Pay
I didn't particularly pay much attention to where she went as I tapped in myself, and by the time I looked up she was out of sight in the melee which is the London Underground, so I did the only reasonable British thing of tutting and grumbling about the brazen theft, increasing everyone's fairs under my breath.
A few stops later as I got to my destination I approached the similar wide barrier to tap out I noticed the same girl, and her turquoise suitcase, matching her pace to mine slightly behind me.
Knowing what had happened on entry I knew it was my time to shine; I approached the wider exit gate again, tapping in with aplomb as she closed the gap to mere millimetres behind.
It was only right for me to stop on exiting the gate to pat down my pockets and make sure I had the wallet, passport and ticket from my onward trip. The gate slammed shut on her, unable to shove past me and my baggage in time, she was left half in, half out of the gate, quite obviously having no not paid her way, with a tube worker heading her way to 'help' untangle her.
Having confirmed the contents of my pockets and not wanting to be late for my Eurostar connection I moved away without seeing if the young lady got her just deserts, but I did learn a few new words as I moved out of earshot.
Stupidly petty yes, would I do it again, absolutely.
#6 Revenge Against The Couple Who Stole Out Spot On Vacation

Later, after they arrived and we saw who it was, my wife said they stole our spot on purpose. Confirmed when my wife was in the water and saw then walk by me in our new, less awesome spot. They looked at me and started laughing. We were leaving the next day. We went down very early, spread fresh towels on the loungers, put fresh folded towels down, and left our leftover suntan lotion and our inflatable floats on the loungers. Hope they spent all day waiting to see who stole their spot.
The physical side of travel can make that shorter fuse even shorter. Poor sleep, jet lag, dehydration, unusual meal schedules, and long periods spent sitting or standing can leave the body already strained before anything goes wrong. Crowded airports, noisy transport, uncomfortable temperatures, and constant stimulation add another layer of pressure. At home, familiar routines provide a sense of predictability and control, but vacations remove many of those small comforts.
When something unexpected happens, it can therefore feel as though the carefully planned trip is beginning to slip out of the traveler’s control. High expectations can make the reaction stronger still, particularly when someone has spent significant money and time planning what was supposed to be an enjoyable experience.
#7 Sending A Bag On Vacation

I was 12 or 13 at that time and was travelling with my dad from Vadodara to Bhubaneshwar, as part of my 3 day journey to Delhi (Am Indian). And somewhere in between a family of 4 boarded the train. They immediately gave me the ick. The family consisted of a young couple, their toddler and an older woman who was apparently the girls MIL. Boy, she was a b!t*h. At every possible instance she would swear at her DIL, who was struggling with their toddler and all their hefty luggage and the husband did not give a flip about his wife. The haranguing continued on the train too, where the MIL forced the young woman to clean the water their kid had dropped on the floor with her own sari. What pained me was nobody cared to respond to this poor woman's distress as she looked around teary eyed, humiliated by all the profanities her MIL hurled at her.
So finally when the train stopped at our destination, the self important MIL got down clutching her blue travel bag, placed it on the platform, ever ready to mistreat the DIL all over again. My dad helped that young lady with a few of her bags, for which she looked ever grateful, but the MIL now began to taunt my father for helping her allegedly 'useless' DIL. Mind you, all this while the husband had not bothered so much as to look his wife's way.
This is when I realized that the train was bound back to Vadodara from where we had boarded, within another 5 or 10 minutes. From their conversation, I had to come to understand that MIL's blue bag had her phone and all her other belongings. In that bustling crowd, I noticed that were no cameras to monitor any movement whatsoever, so I was nice enough to discreetly put the MIL's precious blue bag back into the homebound train.
I went home, happy to have seen the horrified MIL and her son search for the bag, while the DIL stood there, satisfied in her family's new found distress. That was the most I could do for the poor young lady.
PS: For those who might say its somewhat criminal, no its not. The bag could have have just as well been forgotten on the train, and the railway staff will house the belongings and return it to the owner, if contacted. I mean that bag needed a vacation, so I gave it one.
EDIT: The woman won't blame the DIL for her misgiving because my dad made it a point to inform officials that the woman had carried the bag outside with her. Her son testified to the same.
#8 Petty Revenge At The Beach

After everything was settled down, we packed up the tent up and brought it back to the room. We go back to toss a football and have some fun, just in time for the woman to go, "I don't want you getting sand in my drink." She took our spot, complained at us for being "unreasonable" and then proceeds to tell us we cant play football in her vicinity.
Here is where the sweet sweet revenge comes in. My cousin purposefully threw a long ball, I went after it, and as the ball approached the whiny lady, I gathered as much sand in between my toes as conceivable possible. Jumped over her, sprinkling her martini with sand. I felt so satisfied, and what made it even better was the fact that I caught the ball too!
#9 A Barmaid Laughed At My Drink Order

This annoyed me a little, I'm just a grown man wanting to drink a tasty cocktail what's wrong with that? When she brought the drink back I got my petty revenge. As she was placing the drink on the table I said, "My mum loved these, God rest her. I always have one on the anniversary of her passing to remember her." She looked horrified and tried to shuffle off quickly, so I asked her for a cocktail stirrer so she had to come back again. When she came back I took a sip from the straw, kissed my hand and pointed to the sky trying to look sad. She was so visibly uncomfortably I had to stifle my own laughs.
She noticeably avoided our table multiple times after this.
That feeling can become particularly intense when the problem is interpreted as disrespect rather than simple inconvenience. Research discussed by the American Psychological Association suggests that being dismissed, humiliated, betrayed, or treated contemptuously can feel like a violation of dignity and fairness. The emotional response is not necessarily about the practical inconvenience itself; it can be about what the behavior appears to communicate about a person's value or social standing.
Public incidents may feel especially uncomfortable because embarrassment can add a perceived threat to reputation. Instead of thinking, “That person was rude,” someone may begin to feel that they were deliberately treated as though their needs or boundaries did not matter.
#10 You Don’t Want To Sell To The American? Meet My French Husband And Waste Your Time

Some background: My mother is a very nice person to strangers, especially salespeople. Aggressive salespeople will back her into a corner for an hour until I come rescue her because she doesn’t want to be rude. My father passed a few years ago at age 81 and he was born in Egypt and was schooled in both French and Arabic and considered both to be his native languages, and then learned English as an adult when he moved to the US.
A few years after they got married in 1976, but before they had kids, they took a vacation to Paris. My mother collects stamps, and she wanted some French plate blocks to add to her collection. She left my father napping in the hotel room and went to the post office a block away planning on spending $300-$400 on stamps.
She got to the post office and waited in a very long line. When she finally got to the front, the woman behind the counter told her in perfect English that she didn’t speak English, so my mom waited for another post employee to become free. The second employee finally became available but was very rude to my mother, telling her that she couldn’t help her, couldn’t sell her this, out of stock of that, etc while rolling her eyes and being otherwise nasty and rude, nearly bringing my mother to tears.
My mother was so upset that she decided to get some revenge. She went back to the hotel room and woke up my father and brought him to the post office. My mother waited until the rude woman was available and had my dad translate in perfect French, telling the woman that my mom wanted the plate block of every set of stamps she had, watching her remove the plate block from each sheet.
For those of you that don’t know, when you remove the plate block from a sheet of stamps, the remaining stamps must be counted by hand.
After the nasty woman had a nice stack of plate blocks for my mother, one of every stamp design they had, my mother turned to my father and said, “Tell her I’ve changed my mind”
Not only did that woman miss out on a huge sale for being mean and nasty, but she also had to spend a good 30-60 minutes after closing to hand count each individual stamp after they closed for the day.
I am just so proud of my very polite mother right now.
EDIT: Those of you saying my mom is a “Karen” you have serious reading comprehension issues. Also the nasty woman spoke English, as most people do in France. So chill.
#11 No Pictures In The Museum

But then he pulls out his camera and I see my chance at revenge. I make and hold eye contact with the security employee standing not too far from me and make an arc with my head to clearly point at him and his forbidden camera with my eyes. Security hustles over, tells him to stop taking pictures, and presumably made him flip through other pictures he had taken (not too sure; I didn't keep watching but security stayed with him for a while).
#12 Got A Rude Traveling Companion Lost In A Strange City

I travelled to Hong Kong with my fiancee and a few friends. One of our companions was a class A jerk the whole trip. He complained about everything, and took much of his frustration out on his gf, who was a good friend of mine. I tried to play peacemaker a couple of times and he told me to mind my own business.
Our first night in Kowloon, we all decided to split up and sightsee as couples and meet for a group dinner at a local chain restaurant. When we met up, my friend was alone because the bf had decided to linger in the market and shop for cameras. Nobody was eating yet because my friend wanted to wait for her bf before starting the meal. I stepped out to smoke while we waited.
I was out there for about five minutes when I saw the bf run up the street and head into the wrong restaurant. He didn't know the language and probably got the names confused. He was maybe twenty feet away. I could've waved at him and called him over, but instead I kept smoking and waited to see if he'd notice me standing there. He didn't.
He got frustrated, tried to text, and then ran back up the street where he came from. I finished smoking and went inside. They asked me if I saw the bf and I said no.
Eventually my fiancee convinced my friend to start the meal and leave some food for the bf, who arrived drenched in sweat an hour later. It turned out that he'd visited every single branch of the chain restaurant in the area (four places) until someone finally pointed him back to where we were. He of course tried to blame it on my friend and her directions, but the others wouldn't let him.
They had a royal argument that night, and the bf wasn't with us when we went sight seeing the next day (grounded?) They broke up a year later.
Once an incident is interpreted that way, anger can become more action-oriented. People may start thinking about what would restore a sense of balance after feeling that someone else has imposed an unfair cost on them. That does not mean retaliation is always the response, but it helps explain why a seemingly small slight can turn into a desire to make the other person experience some kind of consequence.
There is also an element of control involved: after being placed in the position of the person who was inconvenienced, embarrassed, or ignored, taking action can temporarily make them feel less powerless. Replaying the incident can keep the sense of injustice active, making the original offense feel increasingly worthy of a response.
#13 Let Your Teenager Kick Me For A 9 Hour Flight, Get Stuck On The Plane Extra Long

The whole flight the daughter had her shoes off and kept elbowing and kicking me with her stinky sock feet while talking loudly. At one point i was asleep and the daughter kicked me awake and slapped me with her jacket. Right before landing the two of them were physically fighting, play or not, i got hit a few times and told them to be civilized.
Now for my pettiness. As soon as the fasten seat belt sign came off, they got up and obviously were trying to force their way off the plane early (we were in 37G-J, very back of plane). I threw down my table and kept watching my programme, trapping them, and told them "patience is a virtue, we'll be last off anyway." They were not pleased. When the rows in front were clearing out, I waited til the last second to close up and as I got my bag out of the overhead I put it on my seat blocking them again and "accdentally" hit the daughter with my jacket on the way out of the overhead keeping her back. There was a very large family behind us that made their way behind me in the aisle blocking them in again. I didn't see them at baggage til five minutes after I made it.
Didn't affect them a lot but sure made me feel good, it's the little things.
#14 A Kid Kept Kicking My Sandcastle, So I Built The Next One With A Rock

I built an amazing sandcastle, it had walls, towers, and even a drawbridge made out of driftwood. Plus I built it on a platform made of rocks, halfway into the lake, like a little island. I mean come on, I even made decorative trees out of seaweed. Then the teenagers struck. This one kid went and kicked the sandcastle to bits, and even before I got a picture.
My next sandcastle, I buried the heaviest, most jagged rock in the base. The teenager went up to it and kicked it again. Let's just say, the castle lasted longer than his foot. My castles didn't get knocked down ever again.
Now, as a teenager myself, I still vividly remember this event and it makes me laugh. Don't ruin people's work, kids.
EDIT: By base, I meant like the bottom - middle of the castle, not under it.
EDIT 2: STOP COMMENTING ABOUT SEAWEED. IT WAS PROBABLY SOMETHING ELSE, BUT I CALLED IT SEAWEED BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANY OTHER WATER PLANTS BESIDES MAYBE KELP.
#15 Here Is To Sand In Your Eye
The beach we use is just down the road. The thing about this beach is that it is very windy until about 9:00. After that there's virtually no wind until about 13:00.
We arrive at the beach at our usual time, about 8:40 and setup. The beach is usually quite empty at this time.
This family arrives about 5 minutes after we have finished setting up and sets up, right behind us and so close that you would think that we are all the same group. The mom says that we would make a great wind shield. There seems to be no understanding of personal space.
I let it be and ignore them. Wind drops as usual and we have a great day at the beach.
Almost to the minute the wind starts to pick up again after lunch.
Normally we would pack up and return to the apartment, on this occasion I decided to spend a bit longer on the beach.
While we are waiting, I take all the towels and anything that could have sand stuck to it and roll them around in the beach sand.
We now start to pack up and I start with the back of our beach setup. Once I could feel the full force of the wind, I move to be directly in front of these people and start to remove the sand from all those sandy items, the sand starts going everywhere towards the family behind us. They start making all sorts of comments about the sand flying in their direction and how we could be so insensitive to their personal space.
I just keep on cleaning everything and packing them up. Sand was going everywhere and I heard mom complaining about sand in her mouth and eyes.
I'm not sure if this is petty but I sure felt vindicated.
Vacations also create plenty of opportunities for arguments over scarce resources, which can make fairness particularly visible. Psychology Today notes that travelers often have to divide limited amounts of time, money, space, and access to experiences. A group might have to decide who gets the better hotel room, who chooses the restaurant, who gets the preferred seat, or who gives up an activity for everyone else.
Because trips are often expensive and relatively rare, people may attach greater importance to these decisions than they would during an ordinary weekend. Losing out on something can feel like more than an inconvenient compromise when the person believes they have already invested heavily in making the trip happen.
#16 I “Accidentally” Spilled Tea On A Girl Who Kept Shoving Past Me In A Crowded Concert Line
#17 Be Entitled Over A Free Plane Ticket Home? Enjoy The Multi-Stop And Bus Ticket Home
So the destinations are South African.
So my wife and I are good at saving and were planning to go home for the Easter holidays but unfortunately due to lock down we couldn't.
Now I was part of an expat group and many people were stuck as they had just arrived in China often with little money and now needed to get back home.
So my wife and I decided to help some people get home. We helped 10 people get back home. We didn't expect to be paid back, however most people did over time
Now there was one lady let's call her Mel. Mel was stuck in Beijing and needed to buy a ticket home. But she had no money due to circumstances etc.
So I contacted her and offered her a ticket home. She gladly accepted. I told her this is my budget and I will work within that budget.
Now one thing to note is that rather than send money, I would book the ticket for the person.
Mel demanded that I book a direct flight from Beijing to Johannesburg and then book a regional flight to East London. Now both are very expensive.
I offered to book a cheaper indirect flight via Dubai or Ethiopia. So the flight would be 3 legs instead of 2.
Now Mel was having none of this and basically said it's direct as possible or nothing.
So I ignored her for a week or so and helped someone else who was extremely greatful.
With a week before lock down happened Mel frantically contacted me and said she would take any flight
Now the petty revenge.
I obliged with a 3 stop itinerary ( think 40 hours) with the final stop in Johannesburg the main city.
The kicker? I booked a bus ticket ( 20 hours) for the leg from Johannesburg to East London.
Mel kept me updated and was livid the whole time. I didn't get paid back but the messages I got after her trip were gold. When she found out that I had booked her a bus ticket for the final leg she was broken at this point.
TLDR: Good Samaritan made entitled traveller take the long way home.
#18 Crowded Paris Airport Seating
Those comparisons become even sharper when people feel their contributions and rewards do not match. Someone who paid more, organized the itinerary, gave up their preferred dates, or made other compromises may expect that effort to be reflected in what they receive. Equity theory describes how people judge fairness by comparing what they put into a situation with what they get out of it. On a vacation, those calculations can become surprisingly concrete.
A person who feels they made the biggest sacrifice but ended up with the smallest room or least desirable option may see the disagreement as evidence that their effort is not being respected. What looks like a trivial dispute over a seat or reservation can therefore become a much larger argument about consideration and whose preferences matter.
#19 Filthy Airbnb And Arrogant Host
We complained to the host and she said that she pays a cleaning service to do that and grudgingly brought over new sheets and towels. When we complained about the vomit, she said it was a paint stain which it wasn't because I cleaned it up. Because it was late at night, we stayed the night then asked for our money back as we had originally planned on staying a week. She told us that we had to cancel the booking when in fact she was supposed to. When we cancelled we found out that we were docked an extra day penalty because we had cancelled early. If she had cancelled, then we wouldn't receive the extra day penalty.
We left the next day. When we discussed it with the host about getting a refund for the extra day she refused then told AirBnB that we were difficult and that she had kicked us out. We argued with AirBnB for months to no avail as they believed the host even though we had sent them pictures. Their policy was that since we cancelled, we were penalized.
I happened to notice that the city where the AirBnB was had an online registry of licensed secondary suites. I looked up the AirBnB address and it was an unregistered suite which meant that it was never inspected and hadn't paid the city licensing fee. I made a complaint to the bylaw officer with details of the suite and pictures showing the rear entrance. The AirBnB host received a $2000 fine plus had to go through the inspection procedure for another junk of change. All for not refunding $150 for the extra day.
#20 It Was International Waters
With 2 hours left the cabin crew turned the lights on and the coffee cart came around and I asked for a coffee. I stood up and reached over to grab it and don't know,must have hit some mid air turbulence or something and accidentally dumped half the hot coffee in his lap.
As the cabin crew helped him clean up i sat back down and put my earphones in and went back to sleep. His elbows somehow managed to stay over his side for the rest of the flight.
Funniest thing was watching him go through customs with a damp brown stain on his beige khakis.


