I met a sales rep last week who was, without a doubt, one of the funniest people I’ve met in a really long time. She not only got me with a good zinger, she caught my nan0-second intake of breath and eyes widening as I thought I’d skated too close to offending her. I have a lot of admiration for a quick wit. We’re now friends on Facebook, which with my security settings is saying something.
And I appreciate a good prank. I found out yesterday that one of my co-workers played quite the joke on the account team a few weeks ago, in the rental car. Apparently they got some ginormous Lincoln Town Car, and discovered, much to his delight, that the controls for the FRONT SEATS were in the middle armrest of the BACK SEAT. (This makes no sense. Whatsoever.)
So for two days, he would randomly adjust their seats while they were driving. (not the safest, no, but I don’t think he put anyone into a full-on recline, either.) I think the account people were ready to demand a refund by the time they had to turn the car back in, but that’s when he finally told them what he’d been doing. Now, I have to admire letting it go that long. At some point, I would have been laughing so hard it would have been readily apparent something was up. Whenever I think about this (and imagine the exasperation with the perceived situation), I get the high-pitched giggles. Reminds me of when I was walking out towards the garden & realized my mother hadn’t noticed me, so I ducked behind a large bush & started kinking and un-kinking the hose she was using to water with. Random timing, full-on kink with no water, semi-kink with a trickle, then feel the frustrated tug as I heard her bitching as she yanked on the hose (like it had suddenly gotten bent around something), then the happy sigh of relief as she muttered ‘Oh, good,” or something similar as I let it run full blast again…. only to have it shut off completely once more.
It’s a good thing we didn’t have that Lincoln Town Car when I was a kid.