Before I begin this story, let me admit to a guilty pleasure of my childhood, although I didn’t quite feel guilty about it then. I had an accomplice too- an Austrian friend I hung out with a lot at boarding school. We had a lot of good times and adventure- mind you not as wild as Harry Potter’s, but as close as one can get in the real world.
We stood in the long corridor waiting. The phone didn’t ring. We waited. It was temptingly quite. We couldn’t wait any longer. My friend dared me to use it. We weren’t supposed to use the school phone without permission. There were a few landlines outside certain teacher’s rooms that sometimes lay unattended. I went for it while my friend kept watch. I picked up the phone and dialed random numbers.
The first number I dialed went unanswered. I tried another combination of numbers. Someone picked up. My friend watched me wide eyed. I was pretending to be an irritable lady who had lost her way.
“Hello,” a stern male voice answered.
“Ah. Hello. I’m looking for my way.”
“Ma’am, I think you have the wrong number.”
“Not at all. I have the right number but wrong way.”
My friend burst out laughing. I tried to hold mine back. I couldn’t, so I hung up. We giggled away. In a few minutes the phone rang. We stared at each other. It never rings. Who could be calling? I picked up.
“Ma’am. This is an army base. We tracked your number and called back…I am chief…”
And the rest wasn’t funny. We were told of for our foolish behavior, and warned if we made prank calls again, we’d be reported to the principal. That was warning enough. We didn’t do it again, but somehow this episode stayed in the good lane of my memory.
Sometimes, I do wonder about all the mischief and pranks we played. Is it really true when they say, “What goes around comes around?”
It has sure felt like it recently. Someone tried to play a prank on us and that too all the way from Netherlands! I guess anyone who has an online presence could be prey, and so it is for our little business at Glisten Valley.
The prankster’s email requested us for soaps for a store and went on to tell us how delighted they’d be to distribute them and then ended the email with a “God Bless you.”
That’s where I got suspicious. These days no matter what part of the world you’re from, signing off with a “God Bless you,” just isn’t what professionals do, although it’s a nice blessing and all.
We pressed the prankster for some specific information, and then no response. The prank didn’t work anymore and Mr. prankster backed off.
Our soaps stayed safe and sound right at our soap house. But I got thinking…if what goes around comes around, then there’s a lot of coming around our way considering all the mischief I was upto as a child. I guess we’ll just have to keep our guard up.
Maybe one day our soaps would really make it to Netherlands, but for now better safe than sorry.