Whether it’s the holiday season or one of those months when you have to attend a friend’s wedding followed by some birthdays, exchanging gifts helps bring smiles to your loved one’s faces; unless the present is so terrible that it leaves them with unanswered questions.
In a bizarre turn of events, my father-in-law’s seemingly innocent gift of peanut butter cup cookies unfolded into a devious plot against my severe peanut allergy. The package omitted any mention of peanuts, and as my husband rushed me to the hospital, I caught a glimpse of my father-in-law chuckling sadistically.
However, revenge was a dish best served creatively. Three days later, my mother-in-law’s fury erupted through a barrage of angry texts. The source of her wrath? My husband’s car, which I had transformed into a mobile torture chamber filled with dozens of air fresheners, his most loathed scent.
As my husband stormed into the room, his face ablaze with anger, he bellowed, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO DAD’S CAR?” I maintained my composure, calmly explaining that it was a taste of his own medicine. The once-pristine vehicle had become an olfactory battleground, rendering it unbearable for my husband to sit in without gagging.
Now, our families find themselves in a curious standoff, each side nursing wounds from a war of pranks and retaliation. Amidst the chaos, my subtle yet potent retaliation stands as a testament to the age-old saying – revenge is sweet, or in this case, delightfully fragrant.
