Spicy Sprite
Even though she scribbled her name all over the can, my friend’s Sprite kept getting stolen. She finally got a habanero, sliced it open, rubbed it all over the top of the can, and put it in the fridge after the fifth time. We discovered who the burglar was when we heard the office drama queen shout in her cubicle and dash to the water cooler later that afternoon. She didn’t steal anything else after that.
Spicy Sprite
Static Revenge
I was confined in my room, bored witless, after being grounded again again by my Angry Dad for breathing while his ballgame was on. I needed something to do, so I turned on and off the light switches (pre-mobile era folks, we had to make our own fun…). This caused a loud buzzing static interference on the TV in the lounge, which I found later. Set the stage for the next five years of petty vengeance…
Angry Dad never figured out why we had such a poor TV signal during game time; he never related it to the fact that I was sent to my room and forced to flick the light switch every few minutes, reveling as he raged futilely at the static dancing over the TV.
Static Revenge
