my sister stuffs a giant, red-eyed fake rubber rat into our neighbor's mailbox. this thing probably approximates the size of a small bobcat, and when our neighbor lady goes out to check her mail, the rat pops out like soda after you've shaken the can.
okay, maybe not that violently, but it definitely had a certain amount of forward motion.
the neighbor lady freaked out, called my dad, and trashed mister red-eyes. she and my sister are still not on speaking terms, even after the latter was forced to apologize. (which she did only under duress.)
"i'm not saying it wasn't funny," my dad explained to her, "i'm just saying that you need to apologize."
my goal in life is to grow up and be the kind of person my dad is.
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