There I was minding my own business, taking a little nap on the couch in my dorm room. Suddenly I wake up with shaving cream all over me and three of my friends laughing and screaming as they exit. They awoke the sleeping dragon. I placed a towel blockade in front of my door and proceeded with “the lesson”. First, I grabbed a stack of about ten pennies. If you stack pennies and push out the bottom of a door and then slide the stack up the gap as far towards the doorknob as you can, it’s very difficult to open. Very…difficult. So I “pennied” them in, for about 2 hours. Of course, I called and left the phone off the hook. Kids, the stories about a time without cell phones are real. I wanted them to marinate in their shame alone, cut off from the World. They quit yelling at people to let them out after about 15 minutes. It was a guy’s dorm, so everyone was like, “Pennied them in, I see?”. Me, “Yep.” Them, “Carry on.” I finally showed mercy and let them out under the agreement there would be no retaliation. I couldn’t hardly say it at the time with a straight face because I knew there would be, I could see it in their eyes.
I returned to my room. Actually, no I didn’t. They thought I did, however. We were on the sixth floor, so I went down to Five and grabbed just the stand part of an ashtray. It was basically like a big bucket. I filled it up…dum-di-ti-di-doh…OK. The building was constructed so there was a square commons area in the middle, with a hallway stretching out in each direction. My arch nemesis (for the day) and I were on opposite sides. I sneaked up to another hallway on the sixth-floor. I hid at the door of the stairway. My senses were heightened. The glare of the tile, the smell of..not sure what that smell is…Pink Floyd coming from a room.
In crouched position, I see two guys and one girl move across the open
Serengeti commons. I could make out the talcum powder…but I had created a barrier. It would hold. It MUST hold. They headed down the hall. My room was last one on the right. In the mean time I relocated just around the hall corner in the commons area. I heard giggling, and then the slap of feet coming towards me. They rounded the corner just as I emptied the contents of my make-shift bucket. Water hit everyone like a thick blanket that instantaneously soaked them. I mean…dripping. The looks on their faces can only be described as a combination of sheer astonishment and extreme disappointment. Dripping. In total silence, we stood there for several seconds.
Finally I asked them politely, “Are we done?”
Their reply almost in unison, “Yes.”
I was never pranked again.