Well, the other day I was coming home from Village Creek Bible Camp, an amazing Christian camp in Lansing, Iowa. Every time you go there, you basically grow closer to God automatically. Well, that’s an exaggeration, but it happens every time I go there. It’s also really fun. The trips are through my church, Redeemer Baptist Church, which means I get to hang out with my youth group friends every time I go. Isn’t God great?
Anyway, on the way back from camp, which is a four hour long drive, the “Big Blue Beast” stops to unload its passengers to fill themselves up with fatty goodness, namely McDonald’s. Before we actually stopped, me and several of my friends were playing “Skittles”, a game you play with Skittles when you are bored. The point of the game is that for every color Skittle you pick out of the package, something happens to you. For example, if you get an orange candy, you are dared to do something, and that is just what one friend pulled out on her turn three times in a row. Others got oranges as well, and many of them were dared to do dumb stuff at the McDonald’s that we were to stop at. Although I wasn’t dared to do anything, after watching my friend Adam carry out his dare, I decided it would be fun if I did a prank of my own.
I got in on of the two lines to order your meal. I decided that to in order to get the best result, I wouldn’t order to the cashier who had just encountered Adam in his little prank. I quickly switched into the other line, and before long I was asking for some food. I ordered the “Number 2″ meal, and after the cashier had finished typing my order into those little calculator-like things, I plucked up the courage to ask my special question.
“Since I ordered the ‘Number 2′ meal, does that mean I get the free t-shirt?” The cashier pondered the question, then smiled sheepishly and replied,
“I don’t know.” He chuckled to himself, and actually went and asked the manager. ”If they order the ‘Number 2′ meal, do they get the free t-shirt?” (I think he said “the”). The manager said they didn’t. Once he had left, I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Looking back in the other line, I say my friend Paul laughing fairly free. I turned, and as I controlled my laughter, the cashier came back and reported his new-found discovery.
Now, for all you first-time-wanna-be pranksters out there, this is what NOT to do. I felt a little bad for pulling the prank, so when he came and told me that I didn’t get a free t-shirt, I said,
“No no, I was just joking.” That was a very foolish thing to do, because then the cashier seemed hurt, which actually made me feel worse. I felt pretty dumb after the stupid statement of revelation, but one must admit that if I had instead gone through all the way with the joke (possibly becoming angry, probably not, or shrugging my shoulders and waiting for my food), that what happened was totally hilarious, not mostly hilarious, as it unfortunately is. Well, that will certainly be something I remember for a long time.
