Isn’t it interesting when people come up with clever ideas to get back at the most annoying people? Sometimes revenge is the only way to get annoying people to change their annoying ways!

This Pastor cleverly got rid off an annoying man who wouldn’t stop waking him up early in the morning.

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Call me at 6am over minor stuff? Enjoy the coffee drinking contest at midnight

I’m a pastor in a small town with a lot of farmers.

In my church organization the pastor is there to preach, visit the sick, teach classes, and set long-term direction for the congregation.

I’m not in charge of the finances, cleaning crew, all sorts of other stuff.

We have committees and volunteers who do a much better job than I can at all of that.

He’s not exactly a morning person.

Due to this my work schedule is fairly flexible, but I frequently have meetings or classes that last until 9 or 10 oclock at night.

I rarely come into the office before 10am.

I stumble in, with a mug of coffee, and then drink coffee all day.

It’s even a friendly joke in the congregation, don’t call Pastor before 10am, he’s not awake.

This is where it gets bad…

But this one gentleman, (Let’s call him Farmer Brown) on the board of properties, started calling me at 6:00am to check on things.

“Pastor, did I wake you?”

“Well, yeah, Farmer Brown, you did. What’s up?”

“Well, Pastor, I think we need to talk about….” And then he brings up minor issues. The contract with where we get the oil for the lamps in the sanctuary. The timeline for fixing the water fountain in the hallway. The stains on the chairs that haven’t come out yet. The power washing of the parking lot and repainting of the parking lines.

He has communicated the issue…

I’ve told him a few times that I’m not up that early, and that, while important if he needs feedback, he has the authority to work on these items and simply report in to our monthly council meeting.

This has fallen on deaf ears.

So one night, around 11pm, I drove out to his house.

Farmland. It’s quiet. I knock on the door. And knock again.

I hear movement inside, door cracks open, and it’s the wife.

He knew what he was doing!

“Pastor?”

“Hi, Mrs. Brown. Is Farmer Brown up?”

“No, he’s gone to bed a few hours ago.”

“Would you mind getting him for me? It’s really important.”

“Oh? Oh! OK, Pastor. Hang on. Why don’t you come into the den and you two can talk.”

“Thank you so much. Oh, Mrs Brown? Would you mind putting on a pot of coffee? This may be a while.”

That man was in trouble!

Her eyes widen, but she knows me, trusts and likes me, and if I’m showing up saying its important, well, this is not time to mess around.

Farmer Brown stumbles into the den, I pour a cup of coffee for him and take one for myself, and proceed to bring up in excruciating detail the incredibly important business I had to work with right now.

Item 1: The contract for the oil for the lamps. We looked at 3 suppliers, the price per unit with shipping, and then I even dove into the environmental impact of the three companies and pushed for the slightly more expensive oil that burned cleaner and whose manufacturer had a better safety record.

I think that took him at least 2 cups of coffee.

He wasn’t done…

Item 2: The water fountain. I discussed the rust on the supply line, the need to have this fixed in time for the Summer kids program, the need for our older members to get cool water before service.

The replacement of the stool the kids use to reach it, and if it should be wooden or metal, the rubber grips to make it skid-proof…this took only about 3/4 of a cup.

Item 3: Power washing the lot. Electric or fueled washer? Gas or diesel?

Hire it out or I can do it, but is it worth my time to do that in terms of what the church pays me? More environmental impact issues of the type of paint, type of washer, soap or detergent, moss growing in the north side of the garden and staining the walls, the need to redo the sprinkler system that someone broke 15 years ago and never repaired.

He really laid out the nitty gritty of it…

I broke out the site map and began to plan out the new sprinkler system (I used to work for a landscaper, and redid plumbing in a few of my previous homes). Flow rates and water pressure and length of line, sprinkler heads and hard-plumbed or adjustable connections…

The pot was gone by this point, I’ve casually brewed another, and we got half-way through that pot as well.

He knows his coffee!

Now, a note about my coffee habits.

I drink a lot of coffee. I roast my own beans, grind them and brew right before pouring.

I’m a coffee nerd that talks about the flavors in single-origin beans.

I make strong coffee. I make coffee that after drinking it, my brother swore ‘he could see sounds’.

Caffeine doesn’t keep him awake at night.

I’ve used it for years as a supplement to my anti-depression medication. With my coffee, I can stay on a lower dose of pills and still function. I can drink a pot of my coffee then go straight to sleep.

I went through every item he ever brought up to me at 6am. I got most of a pot of coffee into him. It’s typical farmer coffee which tends to be weaker. But it is still most of a pot.

We hit the last item, I abruptly said, “Thanks so much for your help on these very urgent matters!” , stacked my papers, and hit the door. Drove home, went to bed and slept like a dead man.

Here’s the aftermath…

I heard from Mrs. Brown later on that Farmer Brown didn’t get a wink the rest of the night, and was dragging butt for two days until he could re-sync his sleep schedule.

Farmer Brown never called me before 10am again.

And now the church jokes, “Don’t call Pastor before 10am. If you do, he’ll show up at your house at night and make you drink coffee for hours!”

That’s a hilarious way of giving the farmer a taste of his own medicine!

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Yikes! Who would have thought a Pastor could be so good at revenge!

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