My boss recently gave a co-worker two stickers for a job well done. It was in done in jest, of course. Two smiley-face stickers my co-worker stuck on the collars of her shirt. The co-worker pretended to be indifferent but there was a little swag in her step that day.
“No one ever pays me in stickers,” I whined as homage to the Trident Layers commercial. The joke fell flat. But the sentiment was heard.
The truth is I like pranks. I especially like pulling them. When another co-worker left for vacation, I turned everything at her work-station upside down. Memos on the bulletin board. Pictures in their frames. The calendar.
When another co-worker left on vacation, I switched the contents of her drawers around. That one was pushing it a bit because she is a supervisor. That was the last prank I pulled at the office.
But my brother and I have a pretty good give-and-take. When I returned home from my mission, I found flyers hanging in our small local airport with a picture of me. The picture was an unflattering pose of me in a dryer. The gist of the caption had me looking for a date.
Don’t worry. It took a few years but I returned the favor. I superimposed his teenage photos into several scenes from famous movies and television shows (he was in Peter Brady’s square for the Brady Bunch). That was posted on a web-site and I sent the address to all his friends in church. Good times. Good times.
It’s time for a good prank. As long as I don’t fall for one first. As much as I love teasing you’d think I’d be pretty discerning. Nope. I’m about as gullible as they come. Embarrassingly so.
So you see, I must pull a doozy of a prank. And I need a target. I’m open to suggestions.