So my pranking lifestyle probably started around 4th grade, when we stole my camp counselor’s underwear, froze it, and put it on the breakfast table to see how long it would take them to notice.
Then there was a time in college where my roommates and I convinced almost our entire dorm floor that we were being watched by a Peeping Tom. (Seriously, trick your friends, it’s HYSTERICAL! And I might, maybe, have used this to trick people in various other houses I live in…)
But it was a couple summers ago that I became an internationally known prankster.
And by internationally known – I mean that there might have been a summer spent camping on an archaeology dig in Canada where my co-Lab Director and myself were quite the prankster duo.
What kind of pranks?
- Hiding the camp silverware, therefore making everyone scrounge up the spoons, forks, and etc. hidden in their tents.
- Switching everyone’s shoes in the middle of the night so upon waking in the morning they had to search other tents for their footwear.
- Purchasing some goods from a charity shop and creating an Nsync shrine in a boy’s tent.
- There’s the age old: re-stringing of a tent upside down between some trees.
- And of course, the stuffing of real-frogs-turned-coin-purses in the bottom of sleeping bags.
(Thank you my friend, for being such a good sport about us doing that to you ^.^)
(I’ve also been the recipient of some pretty awesome pranks – one of the best being a crocheted spiderweb locking me inside my tent.)
Needless to say, my prankster life really picked up there.
So on the cruise, when I was invited to prank some parents, I was in.
One night while the parents went to a show onboard, we snuck into their room, and proceeded to flip everything upside down.
And I mean everything. Chairs, couch, glasses, shampoo, bed, dressers, lights, shoes, EVERYTHING.
We left, hung out, and later fell asleep.
But what I hadn’t understood was that we were dealing with not ordinary parents – but more pranking masters.
Around 5 in the morning there’s a knock on the door.
Then the phone rings.
“This is your wake up call.”
A minute later the door knocks.
A minute later the phone rings.
The steward calls out, “Room service!”
The phone rings 2 minutes later.
This continues – the alternating knocking and phone ringing – for a good 15 minutes before someone goes to the door, and informs the poor steward that no, room service had not been ordered.
The phone rings for another 15 minutes – every 2 to 4 minutes.
No one unplugs the phone (my first suggestion), but finally sleepy brains think to call the front desk and cancel the rest of the phone calls. Which had been set up to run for AN HOUR.
Silence finally descends, and sleep comes again.
And the idea became firmly planted in my brain, that I’ll probably be a prankster until a ripe, old age.