So here's the menu I'm running for the summer...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Mailing someone a brick would be hilarious, IMO.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Mail them a brick with instructions attached to it. Like-

"I've sent you this brick along with these instructions for you to follow out of sheer laziness and you not being worth the effort for me to do this myself:
A) remove brick from packaging
B) step outside your home and walk 30 paces
C) turn around and hurl brick at your own window.
D) get angry at your broken window and shake fist at it"

[Cainad (dec.)]

Or just attach a sticky note that says, "I thought of you, and then I shat this!"



edit: wow I was tired when I wrote this. fix't

[Triple Zero]

Upon reading this, the gears in my head began to turn. I will remind the ladies and gentlemen of the jury that when this occurs, my only recourse is to enter a plea of insanity.

I came up with several ideas for the imminent hijinks that would no doubt be happening during the next few episodes of this man's sitcom, 80% of which would most likely end with my arraignment due to violations of frottage law, armistice treaties, and the FCC.

Nonetheless, I believe I have found the least acrimonious yet most socially viable revenge tactic:

1. Start collecting junk mail that has pre-paid envelopes inside of it.
2. Start collecting bricks.
3. Bring both to post office (The united states postal service has to send anything up to the weight and size of a brick in these postage paid envelopes, just tape it to the outside.)
4.Address to boss, boss' daughter, anybody else who has it coming but whom you just don't care enough about to actually show up at their house and lob said bricks through the window. It implies a rakish air of laziness that I find appealing and your hapless victims will find incredibly annoying.

ENJOY!

-General Stuart

You can't change the address on postage-paid envelopes, it's illegal.

also, I wonder ... you can't really insert a brick in a post box. so you'd have to bring it to the post office to get it delivered. i can already imagine, at the desk, with a brick  and a prepaid return envelope taped to it, and the address crossed out and replaced by another... ... "suuuuure mister, we will deliver that for you ..."

[Cramulus]

reminds me - when I was a kid, my dad had a customer who refused to pay him for thousands of bucks worth of work. The guy was a real prick about it too. And also quite anal retentive about his yard. So my dad drove to his house one evening, where the guy had a brick walkway leading up to his front door. My dad removed one single brick. It's a pain in the ass to go buy one single brick. And it's kind of hard to get the right color - odds are you'll have one brick that looks a lot brigher than the rest. This would drive the guy mad - he'd HAVE to go get one.

My dad did this every few weeks for the whole summer.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

 

[Jenne]

reminds me - when I was a kid, my dad had a customer who refused to pay him for thousands of bucks worth of work. The guy was a real prick about it too. And also quite anal retentive about his yard. So my dad drove to his house one evening, where the guy had a brick walkway leading up to his front door. My dad removed one single brick. It's a pain in the ass to go buy one single brick. And it's kind of hard to get the right color - odds are you'll have one brick that looks a lot brigher than the rest. This would drive the guy mad - he'd HAVE to go get one.

My dad did this every few weeks for the whole summer.

Fucking.  Brilliant.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

reminds me - when I was a kid, my dad had a customer who refused to pay him for thousands of bucks worth of work. The guy was a real prick about it too. And also quite anal retentive about his yard. So my dad drove to his house one evening, where the guy had a brick walkway leading up to his front door. My dad removed one single brick. It's a pain in the ass to go buy one single brick. And it's kind of hard to get the right color - odds are you'll have one brick that looks a lot brigher than the rest. This would drive the guy mad - he'd HAVE to go get one.

My dad did this every few weeks for the whole summer.

That is just WONDERFUL.