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Mine occurred in a little village in Devon England. We had no shops, but the butcher, baker and candlestick maker came around in vans with all manner of foodstuffs and household items.
I lived in a row of 6 terraced houses, with my best friend one side of me, a particularly annoying woman and her family on the other. She was a busy body who had to know everybody's business, and if we kids ever did anything mischievous, she would be knocking on our doors complaining about our behaviour. Quite often it was greatly exaggerated, sometimes we were completely innocent, so for the extra disciplines meted out by our parents, we decided the payback had to be spectacular....and for us, the outcome most certainly exceeded our expectations.
Apart from being a busy body, she was also very prim and proper, so when the greengrocer delivered potatoes in large sacks, they had to remain outside because he couldn't enter the house while her husband was away at work (he only ever came home on weekends)....it just wouldn't have decent or respectable. These heavy potatoes became our opportunity to exact revenge....placing a fake dog turd on top of the sack and hiding behind a hedge row to observe her reaction when getting some for the evening meal.
It was hilarious....she went all over shocked; panicked; surprised; freaked out and ballistic all at once....bingo, we made her feel just as lousy as she had made us by her snooping and complaints
But wait...there's more!!! Yes, more, because we had lots of dogs in our little village, and dogs are not toilet trained, so a couple of days later we scoured the village for a very similar looking, genuinely authentic pile to our fake one. Once located, we carefully slid some thin perspex under it and transported it to, of course, the potato sack next door, placing it quite delicately to appear as the first and fake one Again, we lay in wait behind the hedge row for the daily potato collection ritual....the front door opens, and sure enough....she is enraged; furious; 'I'm telling your parents about this' (again). Bingo..."You little buggers can't fool me a second time and she picked up the doggy turd herself
It would have been a hiding well worth getting, for the great pleasure we derived from that escapade...but she never said a word to either of our parents, strangely enough.
Perhaps the embarrassment of having to admit to having a handful of dog crap was just too much for her
Okay, so who's got one to top that????
I lived in a row of 6 terraced houses, with my best friend one side of me, a particularly annoying woman and her family on the other. She was a busy body who had to know everybody's business, and if we kids ever did anything mischievous, she would be knocking on our doors complaining about our behaviour. Quite often it was greatly exaggerated, sometimes we were completely innocent, so for the extra disciplines meted out by our parents, we decided the payback had to be spectacular....and for us, the outcome most certainly exceeded our expectations.
Apart from being a busy body, she was also very prim and proper, so when the greengrocer delivered potatoes in large sacks, they had to remain outside because he couldn't enter the house while her husband was away at work (he only ever came home on weekends)....it just wouldn't have decent or respectable. These heavy potatoes became our opportunity to exact revenge....placing a fake dog turd on top of the sack and hiding behind a hedge row to observe her reaction when getting some for the evening meal.
It was hilarious....she went all over shocked; panicked; surprised; freaked out and ballistic all at once....bingo, we made her feel just as lousy as she had made us by her snooping and complaints
But wait...there's more!!! Yes, more, because we had lots of dogs in our little village, and dogs are not toilet trained, so a couple of days later we scoured the village for a very similar looking, genuinely authentic pile to our fake one. Once located, we carefully slid some thin perspex under it and transported it to, of course, the potato sack next door, placing it quite delicately to appear as the first and fake one Again, we lay in wait behind the hedge row for the daily potato collection ritual....the front door opens, and sure enough....she is enraged; furious; 'I'm telling your parents about this' (again). Bingo..."You little buggers can't fool me a second time and she picked up the doggy turd herself
It would have been a hiding well worth getting, for the great pleasure we derived from that escapade...but she never said a word to either of our parents, strangely enough.
Perhaps the embarrassment of having to admit to having a handful of dog crap was just too much for her
Okay, so who's got one to top that????
better yet,