ve drifted somewhat into practical jokes...my favorite ever was when I was an Account Executive...It was the very first beautiful day of Spring. Extra warm for April, sunny...beautiful. We were all on the road, but ocassionally would meet for lunch. Well, about 8 of the guys said, "Lets go play golf!" …and so they did. I saw a few more clients, then back to the office do my paper work. It got late, and there were just a few of us in, a couple of other AE’s & my secretary. I asked her to type up a memo, ostensibly to everyone, but really only to the golfers. “There is a major problem. All AE’s are requiredd to report to (the big boss’s) office for an urgent meeting at 4:00 today. THIS IS MANDATORY! Reschedule any afternoon appiontments . I WILL see you there” ~~ Soon enough, the guys started calling in for messages…When I picked up a call, George asked me to check for any messages… I told him there was a memo in his in-box and that the big guy went ballistic when they didn’t show up at the meeting!Those of us in the office laughed like hell!
But Just WAIT!!!
Next morning, about 7-7:30…all the guys are asking about the meeting, nervous as hell (not to mention a skosh sunburned!) when the second in command, a woman I was very friendly with asked me to come into her office. She shut the door. Ruh-Roh! She holds up the memo. “Did you do this?” she asks. “Yeah”, I say smiling. “I figured I break it off on the guys for golfing.” She said to me, serious as death: “You cannot issue a memo and say it’s from (the big Guy)! This is real bad…serious trouble.” Now, AE’s as a bunch work hard, but play even harder…and we play some rotton pranks on each other–this was tame!-- and this woman, was the biggest joker in the bunch when she was on the road. Well, since I am not the type to do things wrong, I guess I looked like I was going to just die, right there. Then she said, “Hey, I’m just kidding. The guys found out it was you and asked me to help get back at you.” Then we both laughed…I said, “Those SOB’s! Okay. I am going to go back to my office, and when they ask me what you wanted I am going to say I’m leaving, I don’t need this, blah-blah blah…” Then she and I were really laughing. So I did it. Back to my office, grabbed my briefcase, slammed a bunch of desk drawers…the guys kept saying “What’s wrong?” Now THEY looked like they were going to cry. I said, “I’ve got appointments, I’m leaving. Or maybe I’ll just keep driving and never come back to this hell-hole.” And I stormed out.
The guys called me on my car phone ALL day, apologizing, swearing it was just a joke, they’d talk to the boss, was I OK, etc., etc., etc…!
This was a kinda double reverse; everyone got everyone else type of thing. We laughed about it for years…
Back to revenge: My favorite thing I’d like to do, is staple a piece of bacon or a sardine to the underside of my ex’s car seat. Smells like death and it’s REAL hard to find! But I am A CHICKEN, and I guess I’ll never do it. (sigh)
Anyway, I can dream, can’t I?