Sometimes it’s hard to know when things have gone too far and it’s time to stop. I've always loved to pull pranks, so when my roommate Vicki told me she wanted to get back at our other roommate Sandy for something she did, I wanted to help. Vicki wasn’t genuinely mad at Sandy, but it was a good excuse for us to play a prank.
Late one night, after Sandy was asleep, we wrapped her toothbrush, cell phone, cereal, milk, and car in plastic wrap. The next morning, I watched out my bedroom window as Sandy angrily pulled the plastic off her car in the cold November rain and roared off in her little yellow Jeep.
She didn’t say anything else about it that day. In fact, for a whole week, she didn’t say a word. Vicki and I were confused. Sandy is not very good at hiding her emotions, so we thought she would go crazy on us. However, nothing happened.
About a week later, I was in class when my phone rang. It was on vibrate, and I saw it was Vicki. I texted her back and said, “I’m in class. What’s up?”
“OUR BEDS ARE ON THE ROOF!” she replied.
“What?” I asked.
In response, she sent me a picture taken from our backyard. Sure enough, both of our beds were on top of our roof, complete with blankets, pillows, and teddy bears. I laughed out loud in the middle of class.
Both of us had class and work for the rest of the day, and we got home around 9:00 that night. Our landlord and some other guys got a ladder and helped us get our beds down. My bed was too big to fit back through my bedroom door, so we had to take it apart to get it through. It took several hours. Sandy told us later that she had had three big men from our church and another one of her friends help her earlier.
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