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VixyyFox’s recent tale (see "Old People Ramble Unrestrictedly") about Carl and the aftermath of a water balloon fight reminded me of this story:
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Pittsburgh, 1979
At my college, we had an unwritten rule regarding pranks. As it was told to me: "If somebody dicks you, don't get mad or call Security. Just clean up the mess and dick them back." The dorm where I lived in my freshman year was eight stories high. On each floor, a pair of elevators opened onto a small alcove. A large window in the alcove looked out over a well-traveled sidewalk leading to the cafeteria.
One day, a few of us were loafing in the alcove on the fifth floor where my room was located. We watched from the window with amusement when the guys on the floor above us began dropping water balloons onto the people below. A couple of the victims looked up, mistook us for the balloon-dropping hooligans, and noted which floor we were on. A few minutes later, the elevator door opened and we innocent onlookers were doused with a bucket of water.
Instead of getting angry, we simply pointed out their error, invited the bucket-wielding avengers to refill in our restroom, and smiled as they took to the stairs across from the elevators. No sooner had the stairwell door closed than an elevator arrived and we were face-to-face with a pair of campus security officers. Naturally, we looked guilty as hell since there was water all over our floor.
After hearing our explanation and a quick admonition about the danger of tossing objects out of fifth floor windows, the officers departed. I have no idea if they went up to floor six in search of the real culprits or if they decided to call it “case closed”.
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Pittsburgh, 1979
At my college, we had an unwritten rule regarding pranks. As it was told to me: "If somebody dicks you, don't get mad or call Security. Just clean up the mess and dick them back." The dorm where I lived in my freshman year was eight stories high. On each floor, a pair of elevators opened onto a small alcove. A large window in the alcove looked out over a well-traveled sidewalk leading to the cafeteria.
One day, a few of us were loafing in the alcove on the fifth floor where my room was located. We watched from the window with amusement when the guys on the floor above us began dropping water balloons onto the people below. A couple of the victims looked up, mistook us for the balloon-dropping hooligans, and noted which floor we were on. A few minutes later, the elevator door opened and we innocent onlookers were doused with a bucket of water.
Instead of getting angry, we simply pointed out their error, invited the bucket-wielding avengers to refill in our restroom, and smiled as they took to the stairs across from the elevators. No sooner had the stairwell door closed than an elevator arrived and we were face-to-face with a pair of campus security officers. Naturally, we looked guilty as hell since there was water all over our floor.
After hearing our explanation and a quick admonition about the danger of tossing objects out of fifth floor windows, the officers departed. I have no idea if they went up to floor six in search of the real culprits or if they decided to call it “case closed”.
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And that, Good Fellow, is how we deal with such a situation. Great story!
I once had to answer the door to the Police on behalf of two of my roommates who had just thrown a guitar and a TV out of their third floor window of the big, run-down Victorian house that a bunch of us broke postgrads were renting. The neighbours noticed ( not exactly hard to notice ) and called the cops on us.
I was the only ( relatively ) sober guy still standing, so...
I once had to answer the door to the Police on behalf of two of my roommates who had just thrown a guitar and a TV out of their third floor window of the big, run-down Victorian house that a bunch of us broke postgrads were renting. The neighbours noticed ( not exactly hard to notice ) and called the cops on us.
I was the only ( relatively ) sober guy still standing, so...
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha...
ok - you started it -
I was on a buoy tender and a water fight broke out. I was running aft, giggling like a fool, and passed one of the engineers taking a fuel sounding. Unfortunately for me, diesel fuel had come off of his steel tape and onto the deck. This coupled with the water present, made the deck worse than ice.
Down I went on my butt, and slid right into the towing hawser - which is a huge steel affair meant to handle the huge line used when towing another ship. My chin made full contact, and rightfully I should have been knocked cold. Standing, I saw the person closest to me holding his chin and asking me if I was OK. Hand to chin then, and lots of blood. The corpman was called for, and I got a good couple of stitches for being young and stupid.
Vix
ok - you started it -
I was on a buoy tender and a water fight broke out. I was running aft, giggling like a fool, and passed one of the engineers taking a fuel sounding. Unfortunately for me, diesel fuel had come off of his steel tape and onto the deck. This coupled with the water present, made the deck worse than ice.
Down I went on my butt, and slid right into the towing hawser - which is a huge steel affair meant to handle the huge line used when towing another ship. My chin made full contact, and rightfully I should have been knocked cold. Standing, I saw the person closest to me holding his chin and asking me if I was OK. Hand to chin then, and lots of blood. The corpman was called for, and I got a good couple of stitches for being young and stupid.
Vix
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