Eggs, Bologna, and a Side of Revenge

…was bragging that he’d tricked me with spoiled groceries. Sarah explained, “Alex said the eggs were cracked and bad, and the bologna was months expired. He thought it was hilarious.” I was livid. That night, I mixed the rancid eggs and slimy bologna with some expired milk, creating a foul sludge.

Under the cover of darkness, I drove to Alex’s place and found his precious car. I popped the hood and hid the mixture near the engine, where the heat would amplify the stench. The next day, Sarah texted me: “Alex is freaking out—his car smells like death!” I smiled. Sometimes, revenge is a dish best served rotten.