Pranking The Boys: Day Four - Or As Some Call It, April Fool's

Before I officially dive into today's update, I promised Baba that I'd post the poster that they're so proud of. This is what I found in my mailbox Monday morning.

Yep. Apparently they think I'm a stripper for hire or something along those lines. Who knows. How did they get this picture? Well, I'm glad you asked. A couple of weeks ago these posters showed up at the store. I knew no good would come of it. They were stuck all over the place. Aisles in home decor, at the front entrance, and one at my desk. Unfortunately the one at my desk fell off the wall. Since I'm lazy, I didn't stick it back up right away. I just stuck it at eye level on the inside of the cube. Bad move and I take full responsibility for it.

One day I'm sitting in my cube, minding my own business, when they (the culprits) show up to buy stuff. Since I'm oh so nice, I went to fetch the invoice myself. Second bad move. Again, I accept full responsibility. About ten minutes later I receive a text. At the exact same second my pocket is vibrating I look up and notice something is missing.

What was the text? Glad you asked. It was this:

Yep. The jerks had stolen it right off the wall. Thieving thieves... I set the security guard after them. And changed the picture they sent to make it much more enjoyable to look at.

Anyway, on to today. As soon as I got to work I ran upstairs to make a special delivery to the mailbox. Then I had the following conversation by text. These boys are a little paranoid methinks.

Me: You've got mail!
Baba: What's that mean? Should we be afraid?
Me: It means you have mail. You guys are so suspicious.
Baba: I saw your blog. You're crazy and yes we are suspicious.
Me: You shouldn't be. I'm not mean like some people.
Baba: Were not mean.
Me: Sometimes you are.
Baba: Like when?
Me: Like when you rearranged my desk.
Baba: That was a dark moment.
Me: It still counts.
Baba: Talk about mean. Muffin's coffee.
Me: The coffee was still good. I'm sure he's swallowed worse things than a bit of plastic.
Baba: Now that's mean.
Me: That's not mean. He probably doesn't even know. Bugs and stuff like that.

Then they showed up bearing coffee. But remember, I'd already made a mistake. Fool me once, etc, etc. I drank it, but feel no remorse for what is coming.

Today's poem:
Back into your mailbox
goes this next little egg,
Today I thought I'd take a break,
From pulling on your leg.

I got you something better,
I think you'll both agree,
When you finally get it,
you'll be quite proud of me!

I got you something all guys want,
I hope you like my picks.
Yep, you're gonna love me boys,
because I got you chicks!

They're hanging out at Laura's desk,
They don't want you to be late.
So stop by on your way out,
And hey! Enjoy the date!

About ten minutes after they'd left to go upstairs I get a phone call. Apparently the guys think I've bought them blow up dolls. Seriously... Blow up dolls... And they were way too excited about it. I think they were a little disappointed when they found their ten pack of Peeps. Yep, yummy marshmallow chicks. And they didn't even give me one. Well, I shouldn't say that, but we'll get to it.

Off they went and I thought that was the end. I was pretty much on alert all day but started to relax once lunch was over. As I was coming back from an appointment a customer of mine stopped to ask some questions. I asked him to come into my cube so I could get the answers for him. We both sit down, I start to log onto the computer and all of a sudden I hear MC Hammer's "You Can't Touch This" coming from somewhere. Thinking its my customer's phone, I tell him his phone is ringing.

"Not mine." he says, "Must be yours."

Yeah, not in this lifetime.

Thus began the frantic search for the source of the god-awful song when it dawned on me. That same song had been the one playing in Muffin's birthday card. I remember trying to sign the damn thing and the song kept playing. I think it's in my chair, but I move my keyboard and there it is. Stupid song chip thingie.