My dad is a sheet metal worker and is always getting cuts all over his hands. One year when he got home he told me he cut his finger off. He held a cardboard jewelry box and lifted the lid off of it and there layed his finger covered in blood. What he did was, cut a hole in the botom of the box and stuck his finger through the cotton that was in there and put food coloring all over the cotton. It was very realistic and he got me good with that one.
Years ago I lived and worked for Harris/Lanier Worldwide in Tucker, Georgia. I had, and still have, a reputation for keeping my cool. We always went to this little bank "add-on" room to get our checks cashed. Only two cashiers worked in the little room. My friends set me up. When I walked up to the window, she said, "Sheila do you mind if I give you the last $5.00 in change?"
"No, problem." She counted out my bills then pulled out rolls of pennies to equal five dollars. I thought, "no big deal, I"ll swap them out next time. Then she busted a roll open and started looking at each one real slow and careful. I looked at my friends...they looked back and motioned for me to hurry up or we would be late back to work. I finally started shuffling from foot to foot, showing my lack of patience. Then it hit me? I'll just help her. I asked, "what year are you looking for?" Then I said, if you find any 1971 save them for my son, OK? Finally, she gave me a five dollar bill and said "April Fool." We got back to work very late but my boss already knew about the joke. I was enjoying the search with her. It turned into fun. My friends said they would still find a way to make me snap!!!
When we went back two weeks later to cash our checks, I asked her if I could have all mine in pennies? IT was fun for all involved.
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