I'm sorry man, the look on her face when we lured her into a card game with no rules where everybody figured out it was a prank within seconds except her and had her playing along for half an hour was priceless. She'd oh-so-tentatively play a card, and three of us would slam down our cards and yell "CREEP!" and she'd look utterly perplexed.
Ah, yes, that game. I forget what we called it in middle school, but watching everyone figure it out except for one person (who makes it even funnier by occassionally saying "Oh, I think I see the pattern!") was priceless fun.
(Okay, one cruel one I liked (not perpetrated by me) (nor actually in April, for that matter) was the search-and-replace job on someone's law school applications to replace all instances of "law" with "pederasty") (And yes, he noticed in time)
You could get me to do that, Hec.
I hate to say.
I think my prank test is "Will the pranked person laugh?"
Ah, yes, that game. I forget what we called it in middle school, but watching everyone figure it out except for one person (who makes it even funnier by occassionally saying "Oh, I think I see the pattern!") was priceless fun.
We called it Mao.
I don't like practical jokes, but little things like messing with a coworker's cube just a bit doesn't bother me too much.
We just had a baby shower at work, and it didn't suck. It's possible I'm biased by the lunch they provided and the lunch I won unscrambling words.
Reason ita's no longer a programmer:
I didn't catch the fact that "aieficp" doesn't unscramble to "pacifier." One of the developers might have beaten me to unscrambling them all if he'd just let go of his error-checking routines.
Yeah, but good thing he spotted it, too.
I also pranked Emmett's godmother in high school when we traveled to the Columbia Scholastic Press Fair thingie. I conspired with our teacher/mentor, Mr. Arnett, to convince her that we'd stumbled upon a small folk club where James Taylor and Joni Mitchell did a surprise set. We even worked up a handbill and a signed setlist. It was beautiful watching her stew at this missed once-in-a-lifetime moment and try to act like she didn't care and she'd much rather have gone to the folk art exhibit.
