Well, there was this one from college that I orchestrated…this’ll take some background explanation.
This involves two friends, Clint and Kevin. Clint was a neat freak. Extremely neat. Pathological. As in, if you turned a glass in his dorm room so that the label wasn’t facing forward, it would prey on his mind until he turned it back the “right” way. Stuff like that.
Kevin’s birthday was coming up, and Clint wanted to be Mister Prankmaster. So, he enlisted the help of Kevin’s girlfriend, who lied to Kevin and told him she’d have to be out of town on his birthday. This meant she’d have to “hide out” for a day or two so he’d really think she was gone. Then, on his birthday, we were going to take him to a restaurant, where about 20-30 people (including the “out-of-town” girlfriend) would be to surprise him, and party it up.
Clint thought he was being extremely sneaky with all his planning. I decided to take him down a peg. I enlisted the aid of some accomplices, including one who worked in the dorm office. We made our plans. Interestingly, Kevin helped with our plans, which meant that Kevin was pranking Clint while Clint was pranking Kevin, and I was in on both. Oh, what a tangled web and so forth.
Anyway, at the appointed day and time, Clint and I left with Kevin to head to the restaurant. Within minutes of our departure, my accomplices got a key to Clint’s dorm room from the office accomplice and headed upstairs to make some modifications.
So, the party winds down, and after about two hours, we head back to the dorm. We all lived on the sixth floor, so Kevin (who now felt a little bad about participating in the Clint prank, but also saw the incredible humor) came to my room, which was closer to Clint’s, to witness the aftermath.
Clint unlocked his door and went inside. There was a pause. Then, we heard keys hit the floor. Then, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
We stumbled into his room, laughing our asses off. The accomplices had done their job very well: in the space of under two hours, they had reversed his entire room. It was a perfect mirror image, flipped left to right, from what it had been. The special elevated bed he’d constructed on the right side was now on the left. Television, telephone, refrigerator, all were on opposite sides of the room. Posters and pictures were put in their exact position on the opposite wall. Everything in the closets, reversed. All the drawers. All the books on the shelves. It was perfect. The only thing they didn’t do was unbolt the towel bars by the sink.
The funniest part was, he knew it was me, but he didn’t know how I did it, since it happened so fast and I had been with him the whole time. He started trying to put stuff back that night, but there was just too much, so he tried to live with it. For the rest of the semester, though, every time he opened a drawer for something, he’d go, “DAMMIT!” and walk to the other side of the room.