My Neighbor Was Complaining That I Went Out Bra-Less, I Responded With a Petty Revenge

Sometimes, our relationship with our neighbors may be just epic. There’re people who dislike literally everything, and they may add a grain of salt to our lives by their permanent claims. Such thing happened to our today’s heroine, who wrote a letter to our editorial to tell us about an absurd claim from her neighbor. The woman, however, never lost her temper and provided her neighbor with an epic feedback that she will probably not be able to forget.

A woman wrote to us to tell her, nearly dramatic, story.

A young woman, 20, has written a letter to our editorial. She told us about an incident that happened to her recently, and she revealed how she handled it, in a very unusual way. The woman began her story, saying, that she lives in a college dorm and their accommodation is arranged in a way that they have all-female floors.

The woman revealed that, by some reason, she has always been quarreling with her neighbors, who are her fellow groupmates. They live next door to her, and they have always been complaining about everything and anything.

She wrote, «Sometimes, it really looked like these 4 ladies hated me, for nothing. I barely talked to them, and we hadn’t had anything in common with them. I can’t remember doing anything wrong to them, but they would still always tease me and complain about me to our principals. I tried to remain calm, always ignoring their remarks and complaints, until one day.»

The woman faced the most absurd claim in her life from her dorm neighbors.

The young lady goes on with her story, saying, that in that group of people, who were permanently dissatisfied with her only existence, there was an «informal leader», a girl named Donna. She has been very nasty since their first meeting in the dorm, and she had always been the source of never-ending complaints about our heroine.

The woman wrote, «Donna has a boyfriend, who doesn’t attend our college, and, despite the strict rules for visitors, they breach all of them, and he comes to her room regularly. I knew about that, and I was never complaining about this, because I didn’t want to be like these people. But Donna was purposefully provoking me for some reactions.»

«She was spreading the rumors that I was a light-minded person and that I was trying to seduce her boyfriend, which wasn’t true at all, I just didn’t care about him and I even didn’t pay attention on what he actually looked like. If someone asked me to point at him in a crowd, I’d never do that, because I wouldn’t even recognize him. All these rumors were just rumors, and Donna was trying to make a stir, obviously, and to grab some of other people’s attention.»

Donna paid an immense attention even to our heroine’s outfits.

The woman wrote, «One day, I left my room and went down the hall to the water fountain. I refilled my water bottle, and returned back to my room. At that moment, I was wearing a red tank top and no bra. My top was fitted, but it wasn’t see through. There was a group of people hanging out in the hall, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention. An hour later, I got a violent knock on the door and there was Donna, and she was shouting at me from the beginning.»

The woman goes on, saying, «Donna was totally furious, and she shouted that if I go out into the hall again I must put a bra on. She said that her boyfriend was out there, and he was staring at me.»

The woman admitted that she has always been super non-confrontational, but this time she was fuming. She didn’t show her emotions at that moment, but she already knew what to do next.

The woman’s petty revenge came instantly.

The fed up woman wanted to compromise at first. She wrote, «I saw no problem in wearing a bra, but then I just thought that this unfair attitude would go on and on, until I react to it somehow. Next time they would complain about anything else, not less absurd than this time. I wasn’t just ready for this, I wanted to live a normal life from then on. So, I did what Donna wanted me to do, but in my own way.»

The woman revealed, «As soon as Donna asked me to wear a bra, I did this next time I left my room. But I was wearing jeans and my sports bra, and nothing else. So, technically, I did what she wanted me to do, I wore a bra.»

«Her eyes were very wide when she saw me going to the bathroom like this. But she didn’t say anything anymore. She was obviously shocked and couldn’t provide any arguments against my actions. The floor was all-female, no men were ever allowed there, and if she was the person who breached the rules, she was the one who would handle the consequences then.»

And here’re the stories of 15 people, whose revenge to their offenders was so smart, that it deserved to be called an art.

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I Saw a Little Girl Crying Alone in the Park and Decided to Help Her, Unaware That Our Meeting Would Change My Life — Story of the Day

I saw a little girl crying alone in the park and couldn’t walk away. She was lost, scared, and needed help. I had no idea that one small act of kindness would lead me into a world of wealth, suspicion, and unexpected bonds. What started as a simple rescue soon changed my life forever.

I trudged along the park path, my feet dragging against the gravel. The rejection still rang in my ears, the interviewer’s forced smile, the polite but final “We’ll be in touch.”

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I knew what that meant. I had no savings left, no backup plan. Rent was due in three days, and I had nothing. A lump formed in my throat.

Breathe, Claire, just breathe.

Then, through the quiet rustling of leaves, I heard it—a soft, hiccuping sob. I stopped, scanning the area.

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My eyes landed on a small figure perched on a thick tree branch, her legs dangling.

A little girl, no older than six, clung to the trunk, her cheeks streaked with tears.

I stepped closer, keeping my voice soft. “Hey there, are you okay?”

The little girl sniffled and shook her head. “No. I’m stuck. I can’t get down.”

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She clung to the rough bark, her small hands gripping the tree. I glanced around. No one else was nearby.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.

I reached for the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. The bark scratched my palms, but I climbed higher. The girl watched me, her eyes wide.

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“Hold onto me,” I told her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I carefully lifted her, holding her close as I climbed down. My feet hit the ground. I set her down gently and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“There. You’re safe now,” I said.

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She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you.”

“What’s your name?” I asked. “Where’s your mom?”

“Zoe,” she said. “I don’t have a mom.”

I hesitated. “I’m Claire. Where’s your dad?”

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“He’s at work,” she said.

“Who were you here with?” I asked.

“My nanny,” Zoe said. “But I don’t know where she is.”

I frowned. “Do you want to look for her?”

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“No. I just want to go home,” Zoe said.

I sighed. Leaving a lost child alone wasn’t an option. “Alright, let’s go,” I said.

Zoe grabbed my hand and started walking. “My dad is going to be really mad at Mila. He worries about me all the time.”

“Mila is…?” I asked.

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“My nanny. She teaches me French and German,” Zoe said.

“Do you like that?”

She scrunched her nose. “No. She only cares about her fiancé. She flirts with him all the time.”

I laughed. “Who told you that?”

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“Marta. She’s our housekeeper. Mila is her daughter.”

That told me one thing—her dad had money.

“Do you have a husband?” Zoe asked.

“Not yet,” I said.

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“We’re here!” she shouted.

I looked up and nearly gasped. A massive mansion stood before us.

Zoe ran to the gate and started climbing. “Boost me up!”

I hesitated but lifted her. She landed on the other side, unlocked the gate, and pulled me toward the house.

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The moment we stepped inside, voices echoed through the grand hall.

“How could you lose my daughter?!” a man’s deep voice boomed.

“I—I don’t know,” a woman stammered. “She just disappeared.”

“You were supposed to stay at the park and wait for me! Not leave her alone and come back here!” The man’s voice grew sharper.

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“I panicked,” the woman said. Her tone was weak, almost pleading.

“You’re fired the moment Zoe is found. Pray nothing happened to her, or I’ll take you to court,” the man threatened.

“Simon, don’t be so harsh,” an older woman interjected. “Mila made a mistake.”

Zoe’s grip on my hand tightened. She took a deep breath, then let go and ran toward the voice. I followed and stopped at the doorway.

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“Daddy!” Zoe cried.

A tall man with sharp features knelt down and pulled her into his arms. His face softened as he hugged her tightly. His expensive suit wrinkled as he held her close.

The younger woman, standing a few steps away, looked pale. She had the same eyes as the older woman beside her. Mila and Marta, I realized.

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Simon’s relief was brief. His sharp gaze turned to me. His whole body tensed. “Who are you? What were you doing with my daughter?” His voice was hard, demanding.

I raised my hands slightly. “I just brought her home. I was leaving.” I turned toward the door.

“Wait,” Simon called just as I stepped outside. I stopped, my hand hovering over the gate, then slowly turned back to face him.

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“Zoe told me what happened. You helped her down from a tree, then walked her home. I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was scared.”

“It’s fine. I understand,” I said.

“Thank you for bringing her back. How can I repay you? Do you need money?”

I hesitated. “No, I don’t need money… but do you have a job opening?”

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Simon studied me. “Well, there’s a vacant nanny position now. Zoe seems to like you.”

“Really? I’d be grateful.”

“Come inside. Let’s discuss it,” Simon said.

And that’s how I became Zoe’s nanny. She was a wonderful child—bright, curious, and full of energy.

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Every day, she greeted me with a smile and a new story to tell. We played, read books, and made up silly songs.

She asked endless questions about the world, and I answered as best as I could.

When I looked at her, I saw a younger version of myself—hopeful, eager, but a little lost. At times, it felt like she was the daughter I never had.

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Simon and I rarely spoke. In the mornings, he would nod before leaving for work.

In the evenings, he would check on Zoe and retreat to his office. Even so, I could see how much he loved her.

His face softened when she hugged him. His voice was gentle when he tucked her in at night.

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Marta, however, made her disapproval clear. She barely spoke to me, but her cold stares said enough—she believed I had taken Mila’s job.

One evening, Simon texted, asking me to stay late. After tucking Zoe into bed, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.

His tie was loosened, his hair slightly messy. His hands gripped a coffee mug.

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“Zoe’s asleep,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.

Simon looked up, his eyes tired. It seemed like he had forgotten I was still there. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Sorry you had to stay late. I’ll pay you extra.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I love spending time with her. If I didn’t need a job, I’d do it for free.”

Simon gave a small smile. “She likes you too. She asked me if you could be her mom.”

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I blinked. “Oh… that’s surprising.” I studied him for a moment. “Can I ask what happened to her mother?”

Simon’s face darkened. “She passed away during childbirth.” His voice was quiet. “Zoe is all I have left.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

Simon nodded, looking down at his coffee mug. Then, after a pause, he looked back at me. “I like you too,” he said.

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I froze. “Oh… I—”

“As a person,” he clarified. “You bring light into this house.”

I exhaled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

We talked for a while. Mostly about Zoe, her favorite books, the silly jokes she told at dinner.

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But the next morning, that feeling was gone. When I arrived at work, Simon stood by the gate. His expression was cold.

My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re fired,” he said.

I stared. “What? Why?”

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He folded his arms. “I know you stole the jewelry. If you needed money, you could have asked.”

“I didn’t take anything! I swear!” My voice shook.

“Claire, please. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was my wife’s.”

“I have never stolen anything in my life!” Tears burned my eyes.

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“Return it in two days, and I won’t press charges. If not, I’ll call the police.”

“But I didn’t take anything!” I cried.

Simon turned away, shutting the gate behind him.

I stood frozen, my chest tight, my hands trembling. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath.

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My whole world had just crumbled. Simon thought I was a thief. He didn’t believe me. He had shut the gate without a second thought.

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and glanced up. Zoe stood at the window, her small hands pressed against the glass.

Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart ached.

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I forced a weak smile and waved. She lifted her hand slowly, then pressed her fingers to the glass. I turned and walked away, my legs heavy.

At home, I tore through my tiny apartment, checking drawers, cabinets, and bags. Nothing.

No hidden jewelry. No proof of my innocence. Exhausted, I curled up in my chair and cried myself to sleep.

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A sharp knock startled me awake. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shuffled to the door.

When I opened it, I froze. Zoe and Simon stood outside. He held a large bouquet of flowers.

Zoe nudged Simon’s side. “Say it,” she whispered, looking up at him expectantly.

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Simon let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said. His voice was quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”

My throat tightened. “I swear, I didn’t take anything,” I said. My voice shook, but I held his gaze.

He nodded. “I know. Marta framed you,” he admitted. “Zoe didn’t believe it, so she searched Marta’s things and found the jewelry. Marta wanted you gone so Mila could have her job back.”

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I let out a breath. “I see. That must have been hard for you to deal with.”

Simon shook his head. “No, I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.” He held out the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yelling. For everything.”

I hesitated, then took the flowers. “Thank you.”

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Zoe tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Tell her she’s my nanny again,” she insisted.

Simon met my eyes. “If you still want the job,” he said.

“Of course, I do,” I said without hesitation.

Before I could react, Simon pulled me into a hug. Warmth spread through me. Then Zoe joined in, her small arms wrapping around both of us. I smiled, holding them close.

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