Once in high school my twin brother and I switched classes on April Fools day.
It worked and we both got away with it during the classes. The problem came later when a fellow student told an especially bitchy teacher what we had done. She took it as a personal insult and screamed (literally) at an assitant principal until he promised to take care of it.
The principal called us up to his office and asked if we had done it and when we told him we had he gave us saturaday school. His reason? - He said we were skipping class! I tried to argue that I was in class (just not my own) but he said “his hand were tied.” On our way out the door he told us what a good prank he thought it was!
When I worked in the restaurant, there were ample opportunities, to wit:
[ul]
[li]The head chef thinks it’s cute to hide your street clothes. Hide his in the freezer, after sprinkling them with water first.[/li]
[li]You get ice water glasses for each of you to begin the shift. You have a sensitive tooth, and always drink yours with a straw. Let him “accidentally” glimpse the bottle of Tabasco in your hand. Dose one glass with it and put the straw in that one. Watch surreptitiously as he switches straws and then have fun as he hovers over you waiting for you to drink yours.[/li]
[li]Pick up a dinner plate and pretend to throw it at him Frisbee-style. Ha ha, very funny. The second he glances away, pick up the plastic lid of the same size and fling that. Give CPR.[/li]
[li]Hoard and hide chipped dishes instead of throwing them away. Wait for a quiet night and hurl them down the service stairway while the busboy is setting a meeting room below.[/li]
[li]Threaten smart-ass busboy with a raw egg. After he sneers at you that you wouldn’t dare and starts to walk away, smack him with the hardboiled egg you palmed in the meantime.[/li][/ul]
Heheheh. Those were the good old days.