Rebuilding the Mainstage

I love a good prank.  As you may remember, I, along with the help of Becca, pulled a great one on my dad a few short months ago.  That was probably the greatest prank I'll ever pull off.  I enjoy a few others now and then at work with unsuspecting co-workers.  There's always the hole in the pop can gag that goes over quite well.  The grease in the ear piece of the phone and then calling the person to warn them of the grease.  Then you can have them paged over the loudspeaker for an outside phone call after they've been in the crapper for about 30 seconds.  Turning a pop tab around and snapping it off before the can has been opened.  Oh, there's a bunch more.  And you sometimes have to be careful of who you pull the prank on.

Chris and I have a pretty good run going right now (along with humorous insults hurled back and forth).  For example:

Chris:  *Flipping me the bird*

Me: Hey, I don't deserve that.

Chris:  Aww, do you need a hug?

Me:  Go up to him to get a hug before pulling away at the last moment

Chris:  I always knew you were gay.

Me:  Nah, I thought you were a woman.

Today, he paid me back for a previous prank (and then some).  I warned him that it would not go unpunished.  But, I wanted to get him in a way that he wouldn't soon forget and would probably piss him off more than just a little.

What is the prank flavor of the day?

The next time I work with him I'm going to steal his truck keys when he's not looking.  I'm going to put them in an envelope that is marked "KEYS".  Then I'm going to put the envelope on the driver seat of his truck and lock the doors.  Hanging from the sideview mirror will be a coat hanger.

Good luck, Chris.

And Chris, when you read the extra little note inside the envelope (once you get in your truck) you'll see that I left the key to your pickup tucked safely behind the windshield wiper.