Annoying Him With Ads
Whenever the opportunity arose, I weaponized ads: queuing unskippable commercial blocks so his shows dissolved into an endless loop of promos and countdowns. The sound and frustration thumped through my ceiling as he rebooted devices and stomped around trying to fix what wasn’t broken, and I could almost choreograph his aggravation from my living room.
Annoying Him With Ads
It was petty, yes, but utterly gratifying — each forced ad break felt like a tiny domino toppling in retaliation for months of inconsiderate noise and freeloading.
A Buzzing Phone Frenzy
The final touch was watching my own phone light up with his frantic reconnection attempts: repeated logins, device restarts, frantic pings as Daniel tried to wrest control back from whatever gremlin he suspected. I imagined him bewildered and sweaty-palmed, convinced his gadgets had been haunted, completely unaware of the deliberate puppet strings I’d attached.
A Buzzing Phone Frenzy
His clueless scramble confirmed the whole experiment’s success — he was agitated, mystified, and utterly unable to trace the annoyance back to me, which felt like the perfect, silent encore.
