We put an old purse along the edge of a cornfield that butted right up against a road intersection. Tied a string to the purse, laid down a few coins and some phoney money hanging out of the purse and hid in the corn field. Folks would come by up on the road, spy the purse, and slam on the brakes. When they'd go to grab the purse, we'd yank the string pulling it away from them and then bomb them with ears of corn. Always good for a laugh.

Worked in an optical production lab one time. My work area consisted of a long work bench with several seated work stations. We took a long hunk of monofilament and strung it through the legs of the work bench, and tied a rubber snake to it. You should have heard the screaming and seen the girls go bailing out of there when we drug that snake through there.


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