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What would you do if you found out a restaurant owner was selling beer to your teenager knowing he’s under age? Would you confront the owner, call the police, or deal with your teenager only?

In this story, one woman is in this situation, but it was a different time. This story takes place in the ’70’s, and apparently the police weren’t quite as strict about enforcing drinking age as they are now.

She decided to take matters into her own hands, and what she did ended up literally destroying the restaurant.

Keep reading for all the details.

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So we all know that sometimes revenge is dish best served cold and this story is an old family legend.

My grandmother was a pro at the long game and this one was one of her best acts.

Back in the ‘70’s there was a little pizza shop around the corner from their house that she discovered was selling beer to my 15 year old uncle.

She marched right into the store during the busiest time on a Saturday night and yelled at the owner that that stuff needed to stop NOW.

Yikes! I guess things were different in the ’70’s.

The idiot waved her off and said it was his business and he could do whatever he wanted. He practically shoved her out the front door and told her not to come back.

My grandmother told him if he ever sold beer to my uncle again it would be the end of his days in that neighborhood.

Remember, this was the ‘70’s. The police weren’t really enforcing liquor laws as stringently as they are now, especially when it came to corner pizza shops and one woman allegations that their 15 year old son was getting beer illegally.

It happened again.

Fast forward about 1 month and what does my grandmother find under my uncle’s bed? Beer, and she knows where he got it.

She confronts him and just like before, he says the pizza guy has been selling it to him and all the neighborhood kids.

My grandmother asks some other mothers if they have found their kids with beer and sure enough, yep…it’s a thing.

Now you might be thinking so what? A couple of teenagers with beer, big deal. We all did that.

But it really was a big problem.

Except this guy was making a killing selling beer to the neighborhood kids.

According to my uncle, he was selling to kids as young as 8 (this he confirmed for me when he was an adult) and even sold it to them out the back door after hours which is REALLY illegal since it breaks major liquor laws to do that.

My grandfather then went to the cops and they played the “We’ll take a report and look into it” type of stance with him.

Not to fear, my grandmother was going to make good on her threat.

Grandma was serious but in no rush.

I should probably mention that this whole thing went down in August.

My grandmother threatened my uncle with life imprisonment if he ever bought beer there again and to completely stay out of that shop because “bad things were going to happen”.

August comes and goes and so does September, October, November and the entire winter and spring.

Like I said, my grandmother liked to play the long game.

This is pretty crazy!

So July rolls around and completely out of the blue, a municipal snow plow rolls down the street at midnight and right into the front of this guy’s shop, backing up and smashing into it again and once more for good measure.

It then pulls back and rolls down the street like nothing happened, never to be seen again.

The whole thing was witnessed by a couple of neighbors sitting on their front steps trying beat the heat that night.

They called the cops and no one could believe what they were looking at and that there was a snowplow out in July. Clearly someone was mistaken.

Here’s what really happened.

The mothers of the neighborhood knew there was no mistake. They knew what went down and it was a silent secret among them. No one spoke of it, no one acknowledged it, and no one cared.

My family knew the real story – my grandmother knew someone who needed money so she paid him to help. The guy had a buddy who had access to the snow plows for the county.

The rest was history.

Even with all money the pizza shop guy made selling beer to minors, he didn’t have adequate business insurance to rebuild. Within days, he was closed for good.

That was some epic revenge!

Let’s see how Reddit responded.

This person thinks waiting was key.

Another person points out how different things were.

This person has a question.

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Another person sums it up.

I guess things were quite a bit different in the ’70’s. I can’t imagine a business owner selling alcohol to a minor. I also can’t imagine the cops not caring.

Those moms weren’t messing around!