tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033938516072951979.post5097819294956903741..comments2012-07-22T13:07:58.621-07:00Comments on A Writers Random Rants: Prank, part 3 finalSteven Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13659788988811744232noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033938516072951979.post-80182133808660820682011-02-07T19:00:45.250-08:002011-02-07T19:00:45.250-08:00Pranks Gone Bad - The Giant Spider
I used to work...Pranks Gone Bad - The Giant Spider<br /><br />I used to work for a newspaper, in the press room. Our supervisor was a dick. He was "holier than thou", too good to descend from the clouds to our level.<br /><br />On top of that, he was a thief. Each roll of newsprint had an aluminum insert in both ends to keep the end from collapsing, which would make it hard to insert rod used to hold it in the press. We would take the inserts out when loading paper, and throw them in a 50 gallon barrel for recycling. Our hero would steal maybe one out of five barrels and recycle them himself.<br /><br />One day, I found a giant plastic spider, one that looked eerily real. It was a little bigger than a silver dollar. I took it to work to show the guys and, I admit, potential pranks were spinning through my devious mind.<br /><br />I happened to spot the supervisor checking something on a wall chart next to the door, kind of walked up easy on his blind side, and placed the spider gently on his shoulder.<br /><br />My intent was to kind of ease away and let come-what-my, but to my chagrin the supervisor turned, spotted me, and started spouting off about something I can't remember. The giant spider rode along easily on his shoulder.<br /><br />As we talked, I kept cutting my eyes to the spider. The supervisor finally noticed and said, "What?" I widened my eyes and kind of pointed towards his shoulder.<br /><br />He looked down, screamed, and did a fast dance step, pirouette spin kind of move while simultaneously bringing up his hand taking a tremendous swat at the spider.<br /><br />He succeeded the spider flying, but on the follow through his hand smacked into the door frame with a thud heard across the room. He screamed and danced some more, clutching his had to his chest.<br /><br />By now I was thinking I'm toast, I'm fired, I'm screwed. The supervisor was yelling "What the hell was that?" and glancing around wildly while continuing to hold his hand, which was bleeding profusely.<br /><br />Someone wound up carrying him to the hospital, where he was xrayed and found to have a broken finger and a gashed hand. I discretely searched for and found the culprit, where it had been knocked across the floor and under a large wheeled trash bin. Needless to say, it disappeared and was never seen again.<br /><br />The supervisor returned later, ranting about the huge arachnid that had came down from the ceiling and lit on his shoulder, it was big enough to carry off a grown man, yada, yada.<br /><br />I think he called in Orkin.<br /><br />He never connected the dots back to me.<br /><br />Like you said in your post, it's bliss to know you're in the clear.Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10195424727580175594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033938516072951979.post-21743358643575425002011-02-07T18:58:08.444-08:002011-02-07T18:58:08.444-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10195424727580175594noreply@blogger.com