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Thought this was worthy of this forum. This is a copy-paste of an Email I sent to Blue Thunder and Thunder 33 this morning. Don't know what got me to thinking about this, but it sure is funny (now!):
I don't think I ever told you guys this. Back in the Spring sometime, I come into my office around 10 AM from working in the lab or something, and there is an envelope on my keyboard. I open it up and there is a postcard with a seemingly intimate message on it. The problem? It was a GAY postcard from
San Francisco! It was postmarked there and everything. I'm thinking, "Who the hell would send this to me?" I didn't have a computer at home yet, I had not (at that point) bought anything over the internet yet. So I could not figure out who got my personal info, including my WORK ADDRESS, no less. Come to find out that my pilot friend and his wife had gone to SF for the weekend and picked it up in a little roadside shop. The problem was, there was this fairly cute (albeit whacked in the head) girl working in the mailroom at the time. We chatted nearly everyday and now I'm thinking, "Crap. She thinks I'm gay!" At least she was cool enough to put it into an envelope and not just throw it into my chair. Cuz let me tell you, these animals here have no problems
reading your Emails or papers or whatever. So I head to the mailroom to inquire, very embarrassed, I might add. She asks me if I know anyone out there and I say "No". She asks if I belong to any internet clubs, I say "Just my motorcycle club". "Wait! That sounds like 'Gay Biker Club' !!! It's a DIRTBIKE website!" She is laughing hysterically as I try desperately to defend my manhood. I finally convince her that someone is obviously playing a practical joke on my vulnerable ass, figuratively speaking, of course. So literally weeks go by and I pretty much forget about the incident and I'm talking to Tabb, my pilot friend, who casually asks me "So. Get any postcards lately?" "YOU BASTURD!" I go on a tirade about how that was not cool, blah blah blah...
This is the same friend who, along with his wife, planted the plastic spider Halloween ring on my lampshade when we all lived in Mississippi. Knowing full well that I have an incredible bug phobia (no kidding). I didn't see it until later that night around 10:30. I was just about to smash my lamp when I realized what was going on. The black plastic ring had dust on it, making the spider appear "hairy" in my adrenaline-induced state, only adding to my flustration!
But, I digress...
I had asked a guy at work on the day I received the postcard if he knew anything and he said he didn't. So I later asked him, after I found out who it was, if I should be mad or not. He said "No, that was just good humor!" After thinking about all the crap I've pulled with my twisted sense of humor, I agreed. So then, the Monday after the phone call with my pilot friend, I have an Email waiting for me that says something like this:
Weekend in San Francisco: $450.
Gay postcard from roadside souvenir shop: $1.75
Postage for said postcard: $.20
Ruining your best friends reputation at work: Priceless.
Absolutely true story. I laughed till I cried several times over a period of weeks over this. One of the best practical jokes I've ever seen.
Now that it's been a few months and they have relaxed (hell, they're in ITALY until March, for crying out loud!), I'm sure that they are going to be surprised when their boat/car/house winds up in one of the "trader papers" at a phenomenally low price...hehehe
:p
I don't think I ever told you guys this. Back in the Spring sometime, I come into my office around 10 AM from working in the lab or something, and there is an envelope on my keyboard. I open it up and there is a postcard with a seemingly intimate message on it. The problem? It was a GAY postcard from
San Francisco! It was postmarked there and everything. I'm thinking, "Who the hell would send this to me?" I didn't have a computer at home yet, I had not (at that point) bought anything over the internet yet. So I could not figure out who got my personal info, including my WORK ADDRESS, no less. Come to find out that my pilot friend and his wife had gone to SF for the weekend and picked it up in a little roadside shop. The problem was, there was this fairly cute (albeit whacked in the head) girl working in the mailroom at the time. We chatted nearly everyday and now I'm thinking, "Crap. She thinks I'm gay!" At least she was cool enough to put it into an envelope and not just throw it into my chair. Cuz let me tell you, these animals here have no problems
reading your Emails or papers or whatever. So I head to the mailroom to inquire, very embarrassed, I might add. She asks me if I know anyone out there and I say "No". She asks if I belong to any internet clubs, I say "Just my motorcycle club". "Wait! That sounds like 'Gay Biker Club' !!! It's a DIRTBIKE website!" She is laughing hysterically as I try desperately to defend my manhood. I finally convince her that someone is obviously playing a practical joke on my vulnerable ass, figuratively speaking, of course. So literally weeks go by and I pretty much forget about the incident and I'm talking to Tabb, my pilot friend, who casually asks me "So. Get any postcards lately?" "YOU BASTURD!" I go on a tirade about how that was not cool, blah blah blah...
This is the same friend who, along with his wife, planted the plastic spider Halloween ring on my lampshade when we all lived in Mississippi. Knowing full well that I have an incredible bug phobia (no kidding). I didn't see it until later that night around 10:30. I was just about to smash my lamp when I realized what was going on. The black plastic ring had dust on it, making the spider appear "hairy" in my adrenaline-induced state, only adding to my flustration!
But, I digress...
I had asked a guy at work on the day I received the postcard if he knew anything and he said he didn't. So I later asked him, after I found out who it was, if I should be mad or not. He said "No, that was just good humor!" After thinking about all the crap I've pulled with my twisted sense of humor, I agreed. So then, the Monday after the phone call with my pilot friend, I have an Email waiting for me that says something like this:
Weekend in San Francisco: $450.
Gay postcard from roadside souvenir shop: $1.75
Postage for said postcard: $.20
Ruining your best friends reputation at work: Priceless.
Absolutely true story. I laughed till I cried several times over a period of weeks over this. One of the best practical jokes I've ever seen.
Now that it's been a few months and they have relaxed (hell, they're in ITALY until March, for crying out loud!), I'm sure that they are going to be surprised when their boat/car/house winds up in one of the "trader papers" at a phenomenally low price...hehehe
:p