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At a newspaper where
I used to work, we had a bunch of mischevious
types in the Production department. Our
boss at the time, a good guy with a great
sense of humor tended to brag about his
new car and we thought he needed to be taken
down a notch for his boastfulness. So on
April 1, in the style of The Sting, several
of us conspired to move his car from the
third level (where he always parked it)
of the parking garage to the fourth.
We had to be quick
and our timing good since you could actually
see his car from the windows on the southside
of our floor. My job was to distract him
so I called him into our department for
a bogus problem and kept him there long
enough for someone else to take the car
keys from his desk.The car keys were then
handed to another co-conspirator who ran
down and across the street to the parking
garage and moved his car.
It was another person's
job to watch his office door and intercept
him with another bogus problem if he tried
to enter his office. When I got the signal
that the keys were back in the building
and were ready to be replaced in his office,
I summoned our boss with another bogus problem.
The keys were replaced and all we had to
do now was wait until he ducked out early,
which he did.
As we all watched
from the south windows, our boss looked
like a child lost in the supermarket, running
up and down the aisles but not finding what
he was looking for. After a few minutes
of laughter we sent a runner across the
street to tell him the where abouts of his
car and point to the rest of us laughing
and waving at the window.
We were all given
the appropriate gesture and had much fun
re-telling this prank the next week and
more.
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