Thursday, August 04, 2005
Another prank
You know how phone pranks have become a rage.... Crank Yankers, Roy D. Mercer, etc.?
Well, I must admit to having pulled a few myself. The best being on the radio. I was not a deejay (@ the time, but previously....), nor was the joke aimed at the station, but rather to a select group of listeners who heard my odd tale....
As I recall, Z104.5 (the Edge!) morning crew were discussing Lent and were having people call in about what they were giving up for Lent.
Somehow, I must have misheard them and mistakenly called them with a story about lint:
dj:"No, no. We asked for stories about Lent".
me:"Oh. I'm sorry.... I thought you said lint... [sigh] Oh, well...".
dj:"Errrr..... OK. What's your story?"
me:"Well, I was working for this architecture and engineering firm downtown... back before I got caught up in the latest layoffs, that is... and I was helping out the fifth-floor mail-room, delivering to the bosses on the first floor.
I didn't even think to knock, 'cause they were all supposed to be gone in some meeting. As I walked to his desk, I heard this humming and moaning coming from the chair, which was turned to the back wall".
dj:"Uh oh..."
me:"Tell me about it. Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly edged to the desk. I could see one of the bosses hunched down in his chair with his shirt pulled up".
dj:"What?"
me:"Yeah. And he had his finger stuck in his belly-button, wiggling it around, while he was moaning. I just sat the mail on his desk and slowly backed out of his office. I asked the others if they'd ever seen anything odd in his office and they just kinda got quiet and looked at each other before the manager said 'Other than digging for lint, no'. And the others kinda snickered at that".
dj:"Where was this?"
me:"Sorry. I've got friends that still work there and there could be repercussions if I named names. I just had a story about lint and thought this was my one chance to tell it".
The only parts of that story that are true are that there was (and may still be) an architecture and engineering firm downtown with a fifth-floor mail-room and bosses on the first floor and they had recently had layoffs (which I did get caught in). However, I knew that a good number of the engineers listened to the Edge and that I had given them enough info that they would know I was talking about something involving their firm.
I came up with the entire story during the 20 minute drive to work and somehow I just knew that the radio station would air it and be my unwitting accomplices. I knew it in the deepest, darkest pit of what passes for a heart. All I needed was a little extra pressure on the gas pedal to give me the time to make the call before I clocked in.
About an hour later I got a call from one of my friends still with the firm and he said "You shouldn't be allowed phone privileges!" It seems the office was abuzz with the story and they were trying to figure out not only who the story was about, but who had told the story! Jeff didn't rat me out and left the rest of the employees to try to find out which boss was the kinky one.
Which, if you think about it, wouldn't have worked. We all know that all bosses have skeletons in their closet. Sometimes dolled up in a frilly dress....
You know how phone pranks have become a rage.... Crank Yankers, Roy D. Mercer, etc.?
Well, I must admit to having pulled a few myself. The best being on the radio. I was not a deejay (@ the time, but previously....), nor was the joke aimed at the station, but rather to a select group of listeners who heard my odd tale....
As I recall, Z104.5 (the Edge!) morning crew were discussing Lent and were having people call in about what they were giving up for Lent.
Somehow, I must have misheard them and mistakenly called them with a story about lint:
dj:"No, no. We asked for stories about Lent".
me:"Oh. I'm sorry.... I thought you said lint... [sigh] Oh, well...".
dj:"Errrr..... OK. What's your story?"
me:"Well, I was working for this architecture and engineering firm downtown... back before I got caught up in the latest layoffs, that is... and I was helping out the fifth-floor mail-room, delivering to the bosses on the first floor.
I didn't even think to knock, 'cause they were all supposed to be gone in some meeting. As I walked to his desk, I heard this humming and moaning coming from the chair, which was turned to the back wall".
dj:"Uh oh..."
me:"Tell me about it. Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly edged to the desk. I could see one of the bosses hunched down in his chair with his shirt pulled up".
dj:"What?"
me:"Yeah. And he had his finger stuck in his belly-button, wiggling it around, while he was moaning. I just sat the mail on his desk and slowly backed out of his office. I asked the others if they'd ever seen anything odd in his office and they just kinda got quiet and looked at each other before the manager said 'Other than digging for lint, no'. And the others kinda snickered at that".
dj:"Where was this?"
me:"Sorry. I've got friends that still work there and there could be repercussions if I named names. I just had a story about lint and thought this was my one chance to tell it".
The only parts of that story that are true are that there was (and may still be) an architecture and engineering firm downtown with a fifth-floor mail-room and bosses on the first floor and they had recently had layoffs (which I did get caught in). However, I knew that a good number of the engineers listened to the Edge and that I had given them enough info that they would know I was talking about something involving their firm.
I came up with the entire story during the 20 minute drive to work and somehow I just knew that the radio station would air it and be my unwitting accomplices. I knew it in the deepest, darkest pit of what passes for a heart. All I needed was a little extra pressure on the gas pedal to give me the time to make the call before I clocked in.
About an hour later I got a call from one of my friends still with the firm and he said "You shouldn't be allowed phone privileges!" It seems the office was abuzz with the story and they were trying to figure out not only who the story was about, but who had told the story! Jeff didn't rat me out and left the rest of the employees to try to find out which boss was the kinky one.
Which, if you think about it, wouldn't have worked. We all know that all bosses have skeletons in their closet. Sometimes dolled up in a frilly dress....
# posted by Alexi Sivana : 1:02 PM
