My friends and I used to be pretty bored in school but we would, some
days, improve the prospects for entertainment with some fairly
harmless pranks. One of my favorites, which I learned from my little
brother, was to glue coins to the ground. My brother had glued some
coins to our dresser and that was a constant annoyance as I tried to
pick them up for years until my industrious thief sister pried them
off along with some of the top of the dresser. I would take a
standard US quarter, nickle or dime and super-glued it down to the
ground across the hall from a nice bench then wait for class to get
out. A couple of dozen-teen hundred kids would walk by the glued
coin. Several would stop to pick it up, and fail and look around for
who had seen them and then try and make a cool saving move like
shuffle and nonchalant look. We found this incredible entertainment
and would sit and watch until we were late for the next class. We
pulled this trick a couple of times and everything went well until
this big stoner psychopath tried to pick up the nickle couldn't and
looked around to see who was laughing. We were. He lost his mind and
closed the distance on us faster then you would expect an adolescent
smoker to be able to. He asked us if we thought we were F-wording
funny. We didn't claim to be in the face of his overly aggressive
onslaught. I was fully ready to puss out and make some sort of excuse
about where I needed to go and be but I had a high testosterone
friend who decided he was not sorry for mocking the aggressive
looking dude. He told him so and that worked in my favor by directing
the attention away from me. They engaged in a high school ritual
called push-threatening and they pushed and threatened until a
teacher, the lunatic chemistry teacher, came and broke them up. I
never saw the offended stoner again but I thought the possibility of
a beat down was to much in the balance against some cheap laughs.
