I am blessed to have wonderful friends. Some friends I have had for a shorter period of time, but others have traveled with me through all of the ups and downs of life. This morning I was thinking of a couple of those friends: The Creamers (You know who you are. Don't deny your cool roots).
When I was about 13, I somehow was befriended by a group of girls in my ward. I don't remember how it happened exactly (I'm sure it was a service project on their part....or maybe we bonded while I let them ride around in my wheelchair after I broke my hip...) but from then on, we were more like sisters than friends. No matter how much time passes between seeing them, it is always the same and we pick up where we left off.
Two of these friends, Leah and Mehgan, happened to be sisters and us friends spent most of our time at their house. There we would cackle and joke till the cows came home. One night, it happened to just be the three of us and we somehow got a hold of a dorky piece of plastic fake dog poop (you know, the kind that usually only pre-pubescent boys find funny). After placing it in various parts of their home (even though they did not own a dog) we decided that we would have to broaden our horizons and find a new group of unsuspecting people to prank. What could be better than the Janss mall-the most lively part of town on a Friday night?!
Leah and I thought that this was a delightfully wicked plan. Mehgan wasn't so sure. We decided that we would place our hilarious fake poop by the tables in the outdoor food court. This way we could casually sit nearby (the table directly next to our poop. Very sneaky) and watch without anyone suspecting our prank. Mehgan rolled her eyes and headed off to get a bite to eat while we got the lameness out of our system.
For the first so many passersby, the prank seemed to be as funny and as effective as we had hoped. We snickered while several people stepped around it with an alarmed look on their face. Victory! Those fools!!!!!
After a couple minutes, a guy about our age and his younger brother came across our prank. As they walked closer, we heard the younger boy say, "Watch out for the poop" We struggled to keep our laughter in check until we heard, "Fake poop that is," and they both looked at us like we were mental. All humor was out the door. Ouch! How could our foolproof prank turn on us in such a fashion?!
There is something incredibly embarrassing about a younger person thinking you are an idiot. With age comes respect, right? Leah did the first thing that she could think of to redeem us. She pulled out her dad's cell phone and pretended to make a call. Very sophisticated. Surely this act made the rude boy regret his disdain. Our cool was regained (somewhat) and we were able to leave-after we made Mehgan pick up our shameful prank. What a pal.
P.S. This is James, Malinda's husband. I just found out this occurred when the aforementioned "creamers" were at least twice the age of accountability. That's right, Mehgan drove them there.
4 comments:
ha ha ha ha ha!!! Dang, I wish I had happened upon you all that night. Thats so funny!!!
Two poop stories in a row - I'm starting to see a trend in your life. ;)
I appreciate that you tried to make us all sound younger at the time of the "incident" by mentioning our friendship started at 13. Blast your husband and his ability to edit your blog with truth!
The important thing is our service project back in beehives was a smashing success and look where we are now. ;) (And the wheelchair rides sealed the deal).
Ah ha ha ha ha!!! Oh, how sweet the memories of our awesomeness are. I loved reliving that one. And may I just mention that you and Megster have a good two years on me? Which, in those short years of pre-teen childhood are more like decades of maturity? I'm just sayin. I don't think I should carry the same weight of embarrassment or accountability on this one.....although....really...isn't fake poop funny? Isn't it????
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