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I am now a fair target....
Nov. 12th, 2003 11:55 amStill no news about the "something diabolical with the spider" that I did last Sat. I was hoping to hear that the Sunday PT shop guy had found it Sunday morning. Have to come up with something better for next time.
Courtney and I zinged the shop steward really good yesterday. One of the little rubber snakes made it's debut appearance, under the seat on the toilet. (Did I mention the shop steward has a thing about snakes? Spiders too, but that's a prank for later.) We installed the snake just before he got back from lunch, and got lucky, he was the first one in the bathroom. So, as he lifted the lid to tend nature's call.......We heard the screech in the office. I found him standing outside the bathroom, clutching the waistband of his trousers, and he asked quietly, "Is it real, or it is plastic?" I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself, but I removed the snake so he could finish.
Of course, because we were laughing so hard, there was no denying that we were responsible. But once he recovered, he was laughing too, and said we'd got him good. He also gave me "fair warning" that I was now a target......
But I don't have the obivous snake/spider/bug phobias my coworkers do; it'll be much harder for them to find a suitable weapon.
And I still have a large bag full of plastic snakes and spiders in my locker.
Side note: I guess Courtney and The Other Dave booby-trapped soap dispenser in the shop restroom with a plastic spider while I was in the meeting. One way to find out who in here actually washes their hands.....
Courtney and I zinged the shop steward really good yesterday. One of the little rubber snakes made it's debut appearance, under the seat on the toilet. (Did I mention the shop steward has a thing about snakes? Spiders too, but that's a prank for later.) We installed the snake just before he got back from lunch, and got lucky, he was the first one in the bathroom. So, as he lifted the lid to tend nature's call.......We heard the screech in the office. I found him standing outside the bathroom, clutching the waistband of his trousers, and he asked quietly, "Is it real, or it is plastic?" I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself, but I removed the snake so he could finish.
Of course, because we were laughing so hard, there was no denying that we were responsible. But once he recovered, he was laughing too, and said we'd got him good. He also gave me "fair warning" that I was now a target......
But I don't have the obivous snake/spider/bug phobias my coworkers do; it'll be much harder for them to find a suitable weapon.
And I still have a large bag full of plastic snakes and spiders in my locker.
Side note: I guess Courtney and The Other Dave booby-trapped soap dispenser in the shop restroom with a plastic spider while I was in the meeting. One way to find out who in here actually washes their hands.....
