I’ve pulled a few pranks in my day.
One of my favorites was when I was a senior in high school. A friend and I decided to paper another friend’s car. With Post-It notes. We went through about 45 packs of the damn things, covering her windshields, doors, hood, roof, and trunk. While she was at school.
We didn’t see her after school, but the next day, she came in, and she was PISSED. She had decided to drive home with the Post-Its on the car (minus the windshields). The wind resistance started blowing the Post-Its off of the car, and she was pulled over. And ticketed. For littering. Which, at the time, was about a $500 fine. Now, to be honest, we coughed up half of the money for the ticket. She wanted us to pay the whole thing. But, as I pointed out to her, it wasn’t like we MADE her drive home with them on her car.
This is my FAVORITE of ALL TIME, however:
When I was engaged, my fiancee (Shauna) and I used to play pranks on each other all the time. She had my power shut off, I put her brand new car up for sale in the classifieds. That sort of thing. But here’s the one that got her:
She’d just bought a new car. 1999 Mustang. She went to the dealer, asked how much the car was, and wrote them a perfectly good check for the total. She owned her own business, and got a fairly good sized chunk of change when her mother died.
Anyway, she LOVED this car. Like Cameron’s dad loved the Ferrari in Ferris Bueller. So, one day when she’s at work (but about to leave), I drive up to her car, which is parked in a local parking garage. I jack her car up, and take all four tires off of it. I leave it on cinderblocks, and drive around the corner. And wait.
Not more than ten minutes later, my cell phone starts ringing. It’s Shauna, and she’s throwing a fit. Seems that some low-life piece-of-shit has stolen her car’s wheels. I ask her to get in the glove compartment, and tell me what size tires her car has. She does. I tell her that I’m on my way, and that I’m going to stop at a Firestone or someplace along the way and get her a set of tires.
I calm her down some, saying it’s gonna be okay, but not to call the police until I get there. She’s near-hysterical, so she agrees to it.
I wait five whole minutes from the time I hang up, then pull my car around.
At first, she’s just glad to see me. As I start putting the tires on, she has a second to think about how quickly I got there. She puts two and two together, and…
…I didn’t get any that night.
But, I swear, it was worth it for that ONE time. That was my apex. I’ll never top it.