My brother has this habit of sneaking rocks into my things sometimes when I’m at his house. I’ll bring my laundry over or go shopping with him or whatever, and when I get home and am going thru my things, lo and behold, snuck in the middle of the clean laundry basket or dropped in the Target bag or sometimes, even, inside my purse…there’ll be a rock.
Just a rock…minding it’s own business, sitting there. I have no idea WHY he does this although, it cracks me up every time I discover one. Then I call him and go, “Where did this rock come from!” and he laughs gleefully. It doesn’t happen every time I’m over there, so I always forget to expect a rock and then there’ll be one! It’s a fun game and it has been going on for some time (read: years).
The problem is, I now have this collection of rocks that obviously I must sneak back to him. I am trying to think up devious ways to do this. So far, I have snuck them into Christmas and Birthday presents and one time baked a cake for him and snuck a (washed) rock into the corner. But that’s only a few and I have about 8 more to go unless he sneaks some more in.
This reminds me of those two men that kept giving each other the indestructible pants. Hee. Anyway…what are some other ways I can sneak these rocks back to him without him knowing at the time? He has to find them later, after I’m gone.
Next time you visit him, fill up his pillow with some, right before you leave. Hopefully he had a long day and when he sets his tired ol head down…BANG!
(Small rock) balanced on top of any opened door he doesn’t close or move very often.
Bottom of apparently unopened milk carton (carefully re-sealed after rock insertion).
Length of strong fishing line. Rock tied or glued to one end. Other end tied, stuck or looped around end of TV remote control. Arrange so rock out of sight, and TV remote control looks normal. Picks up TV remote control. Surprise rock!
Paint his name and address on one, glue stamps to it, and drop it in one of those public mailboxes. As long as it has sufficient postage (weigh it and check it on the USPS Web page) they’ll deliver it.
Use the bathroom right before you leave and stick one in the medicine cabinet. Or if you can arrange to be alone in the kitchen right before leaving, hide one in the freezer–if it’s been well-cleaned, stick it in a carton of Rocky Road ice cream.
Hee hee! These are great! Will the USPS really deliver him a rock, Athena? That’s awesome!
As for size, these are your everyday garden variety rocks, just a couple inches. The kind you find in suburban landscaping.
I also thought about putting them in coat pockets if I could get into the coat closet without being suspicious. And if I can rig up one to the remote, that would be great!
>>These are great! Will the USPS really deliver him a rock, Athena?
I don’t see why not. I’ve sent bagels that way. Sufficient postage is the key.
My understanding of the USPS is that once it gets in the system, they do their best to deliver it. They can, however, refuse it when you try to send it - ie, if you go to the post office and try to hand it to a postal clerk, he or she can say “No”. That’s why it’s important to just drop it in a public mail box.
Note that “packages” weighing 16 oz or more must be shipped from a post office, however, so don’t try this with a heavy rock.
Slip one into an umbrella so it falls out when opened. Place them in the toes of shoes, especially odd ones like rain boots or snow boots that won’t be used often.
under the visor of the car, flips in down, ROCK!
in the battery compartment of tv remotes, opens up to change batterys since it aint workin’, ROCK!
inside gas filler door on car, goes to fill up, ROCK!
stuffed inside the liner of his motorcycle helmet, puts it on, feels odd bump, ROCK!
shoes, coat pockets, hats, socks, gloves, ROCK!
stuffed in the morning paper, opens it up, ROCK!
I scream, you scream, we all denounce Christ for Ice Cream!
Make him a nice candle. Fill it with pebbles so he finds the rocks as the candle burns.
Gut a teddy bear and replace the abdomen stuffing with rocks.
Buy him a box of chocolates, open it, eat them, and fill the little paper cups with pebbles. If you use saran wrap and a blowdryer carefully, you can pretty well simulate the original shrink wrap. Give him the box for his birthday.
Oh, these are great! I’m going over there tonight and put one in his work shoe and another in his winter coat pocket.
I like the candle idea but, being a bachelor…I don’t think he would ever actually light a candle.
He is such a trickster and is always so clever…it’s difficult to pull one over on him. He’s the kind of guy who will hide around the corner and jump out at you. One time for my birthday, he gave me this HUGE present…I opened it up and inside was a smaller box…opened it up and (repeat about 10 times until very small box)…open the last tiny box and inside was…a gumball. He secretly had a real present for me but got a heck of a chuckle watching me open the million boxes.
He’s about 8 years older than me, so when I was still a kid enjoying Easter, my mother made both my brothers (the other one is 9 yrs older than me) still do the egg hunt, even though they were late teens. The Easter Bunny would hide our empty baskets, and then also each individual thing that went in the basket and everything would be labeled with our names. My brother would always find his immediately. Anyway, while mine was hidden someplace easy, like behind the couch, eventually, my brother’s would be hidden in harder and harder places, like inside the dishwasher, or one year, about 3 feet up the chimney. The chimney year took him the longest but he never got stumped.
I wish I was more creative and could think of tricks to pull on him but it is SO hard to get one over on him.
gatopescado, MachV, you both just made me laugh out loud.
Put one in the egg carton in the fridge. Hide one in the sugar bowl. Sneak one into his coffee beans. For that matter, place one in the coffee filter, too. Stick one into the center of one of his spare rolls of toilet paper, or paper towels.
A friend and I did something just like this for years. Actually, we’re still doing it. We keep giving each other a mysterious black hat we found in the parking lot. Back and forth, back and forth…
The problem becomes, after a bit, that you’re watching for it. So, we had to come up with new ways to get the hat into the person’s house / car. The absolutely tops method was perpetrated on me, unfortunately, but it was very well done…
We have a local drum shop that I love. This guy went down there, got a box with a prominent manufacturer’s name on the side, and fabricated a very convincing return-address label , and addressed it to me. I come home one night, and my wife is sitting there with her arms folded, saying “so, what did you order?”. My guard was completely down, and I thought maybe they just were doing something nice for me…tear it open. Black hat. Ackkkkkkk!
Try something like this. This takes it beyond the “cleaning my house” approach. At least for me, sheer greed took over my sense of better judgement for about five minutes.
I got him back in an interesting manner. I volunteer at a food cooperative that he would shop at occasionally. I knew that he shopped on a particular night. I manange to convince the person working that night to put his groceries in a bag that happened to have a black hat sitting at the bottom of it…
Took about six weeks to come to fruition, but it was worth it.
Does he eat ice cream? You could buy a pint of Haagen Dazs or Ben-n-Jerry’s, scoop half of it out, put the rock in, and smoosh the ice cream back into the container over the rock.
Another idea: Duct-tape a rock to the inside of his dryer drum. Don’t use a lot, just a strip maybe half the width of the rock. The idea is that it’ll be secure for a while (and he’ll never see it), but then, unexpectedly at some point in the future, the rock will come loose and CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER in the dryer. The effect will be improved if you use two or three rocks…
Reminds me of when I lead hiking trips for college freshmen. We would send 12-15 trips out each morning and there was lots of last minute running around, a perfect time to slip a brick into people’s packs.
My friend Ed was an expert at this. He would wrap the bricks in tin foil and put great labels on them such as: “Shelter starter kit”, “Anesthesia kit, apply to back of head”, and my favorite “Emergency rations: boil until tender”. It’s hard to describe the feeling of finding one of those after hiking for 8 miles.
I like the hiding in plain sight idea, somehow putting them where they are visible but don’t really draw attention to themselves. On shelves of knick-knacks, medicine cabinets, etc.
