Sweet Revenge: 200 Delicious Ways to Get Your Own Back

line. Under the old Hackney Carriage Act a number of laws govern cabbies. Amongstother requirements, they are

     
    duty-bound to hand in any lost property to the police.
    One cabbie tells of a period of time when they were frequently being harassed at a particular taxi rank: the police continually moved them up and gave them a hard time about causing obstruction. For a month, each and every cabbie familiar with that rank waged a campaign to get their own back. They handed in every item of lost property found in their cabs, including empty cigarette packets and newspapers, and we're told that some of the more enthusiastic cabbies went through the rubbish to find broken umbrellas, old macs and discarded bags which were duly handed in. It was not long before an amnesty was called and peace reigned once more.
     

     
    It was Christmas time and a young couple were on their way back from a drinks party, driving through the country lanes of Kent. Oh-oh, they thought, seeing the blue flashing light behind them; time to pull over. A policeman approached the side window. 'Excuse me, Sir, have you been drinking?' 'Yes,' beamed the occupant. 'May I ask how much, Sir?' said the policeman. 'Certainly: four, no, maybe five whiskies,' he replied. Suddenly the policeman became officious and started reading the man his rights. 'But... officer, you don't...' he stammered, trying to get a word in edgeways, to no avail: the policeman was having none of it. The occupant was not a vindictive man but was incensed by the policeman's rudeness. Right, he thought, have it your way. I'll get you back for your brusqueness.
    The policeman ordered the man out of the car and asked him to blow into the bag. When he had finished the man handed the bag to the policeman, who smugly told him by how many units he was over the limit and asked him if he had anything to say. 'Yes,' he said indignantly. 'My wife hasn't had a drop. This is a left-hand-drive car and she is driving.'
     

     
    The owner of a successful lorry driving and mobile cement mixer business was concerned that his wife was having an affair. He slipped home during the day, only to have his worst fears confirmed: the curtains upstairs were drawn and there was a convertible red sports car on the road outside. Til soon fix that!' he thought as he tipped the entire contents of his cement mixture into the open car. Shortly afterwards his front door opened and the family doctor emerged and drove off in his blue Sierra. He had, quite simply, been making a house call. The red car belonged to a total stranger.
     

     
    The wealthy boss of the car wash was very particular about his 911 Porsche. It had to be gleaming when he arrived for work and someone had to be sure it had been put through the wash for him, irrespective of his time of arrival. One morning, the boss arrived earlier than usual for work and the car had not been cleaned, so the hapless lackey responsible was fired. The lackey was very miffed about this so, on his last day of employment, he went into the car wash and secretly fixed hidden wire coat hangers inside those oh-so-soft washing brushes that rub the car clean...
     

     
    The local GP finally had enough of the shoppers and trippers who would arrive in the charming village of Chipping Campden, open their car doors and let out their dogs who would immediately evacuate themselves, usually right outside his home or surgery. He quite simply scooped up the offending mess with a trowel and popped it back in the car.
     

     
    A man wanted to get back at the appliance repair firm which promised five times in a twelve-hour period that the repair man was on his way — he made thousands of phoney coupons offering a free microwave service and put them on the windshields of all the cars parked near the company.
     

     
    A woman in Chicago glued sand on to her detestable brother-in-law's windscreen wipers. It made lovely designs on the windscreen.
     

Office Politics
     

     
    'If you are in the business of revenge
    - then you had better dig two graves.'
    Chinese proverb
     

Office Politics
     
    The flamboyant head f a large London advertising agency always wore casual clothes to the office in a vain attempt to pass himself off as 'one of the lads'. However, he always kept an expensive designer suit hanging on the back of his office door, in case of an emergency meeting with important clients.
    He only made three wrong career moves in his life. The first was to have an indiscreet and