G is for Prank
I opened the shed and saw ropes hanging from my bike.
Garlic. Of course.
Tabitha started it by putting an artichoke on my homeroom chair. My revenge was a liquidly-ripe banana in her pencil case.
She stuffed cotton candy in my gym shoes a week later.
After that, the pattern was set.
I put a durian in her locker.
She put an egg in my hat.
It had been a week since the fudge I smeared on her bike seat.
Garlic? This seemed suspiciously tame.
I started removing the ropes, never noticing the bucket of stewed garlic poised above me.
I am traveling for the next few weeks for work so posting on the site might be a bit erratic because of that. I’ll try to read others’ stories when I can, though.
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Someone is going to get hurt
Oh, I loved this. Made me chuckle!
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Made me chuckle too.
David, this whole little gem cracked me up, but my favorite line…she put an egg in my hat. I had visions of your hero putting it in now with actual egg on his face.
Really loved it. Also its brevity…how it poetically with gentle speed went tier to tier, like a sumptuous pulp layer cake. :
Not a competition I’d want to get engaged in, but oh they make for good stories. Safe travels, David.
Garlic might be good for the hair, 🙂
The challenge of the pranksters. Well told. 🙂 Enjoy your traveling adventures.
This was fun read! Made me think of some You Tube videos I’ve seen in which couples delight in pranking each other 🙂
I sit here wondering how much truth is in this story. I once had a pastor with whom I had a practical joke war. Such things as filling his desk drawers with packing peanuts, kidnapping his sheep (he had quite a collection) or draping his office with paper chains. (It was his own fault for never locking his office door and allowing me to have a key to the church.) I have to say he had the last laugh when he filled my little Escort station wagon with wadded up newspapers…top to bottom and back to front.
Love your story.