I have been sleeping on the edge of my bed for ~3 months so that, when the time was right, I could say, “I like to live on the edge!” Last night my dad said, “why are you on the edge of the bed, do you like to live on the edge?” And then I told him about the whole I’ve been working on this for 3 months yada yada yada. That’s my random story for the day.

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In high school, I was a counselor at a summer camp for elementary school kids, ages ~7-10. Now, this con only lasted three weeks, but, remember, three weeks is a fucking eternity to kids that age.

One day, about four days into camp, a kid of about eight walked up to me holding a huge feather, like from a hawk or something. He was all excited and proud, but for some reason, my immediate reaction was to go,

'Oh, no!* Where did you find that?! That's a feather from the yellow-bellied lake loon,oh, man- does this mean it's back?!'

Now, the kid, for his part was immediately skeptical. 'Uh-uh. It's just a feather from a big bird'

Well, at that moment, my buddy Derek walked up, oblivious to the situation. The kid shows him the feather, and, for reasons known only to Jeebus, says, Oh, no! Where did you find that?!

Like, just absolutely amazing. The kid absolutely freaks, drops the feather and runs off. I fill Derek in on what happened, and we laugh about it, thinking it's over.

Later, we're in the dorms, and the kid walks up with a few older kids, demanding we tell them about the loon. We concoct this story of a giant, yellow-bellied lake loon that was notorious for stealing campers from the lake shore (and sometime their bunks). Another counselor, Daniel, is working behind the dorms and hears our tale. The older kids don't believe, and question him about it as the go outside. Having heard the Legend of the Loon without their knowledge, he confirms every grizzly detail, thereby sealing it as fact.

Before supper, it had spread throughout the camp, all through the boys and girls dorms. Amazingness. Kids would take turns keeping lookout during swim time, and it became an easy way to scare them into submission at bed time.

Well, we keep this going until there are three days left in camp. Another counselor, Jeremy, had to be back at his summer job early the next morning, so we hatched a plan. I left and drove to my parents (about an hour away), and retrieved this ginormous stuffed lobster I had won at the fair. Going McGuyver with sheets, the lobster and costume stuff from the camp, we dressed me up like a giant (I'm 6'7") yellow-bellied lake loon.

At around 5 the next morning (when Jeremy had to leave camp), I burst into the boys' dorm, cacawing and flapping my "wings". I attacked Jeremy in his bed, dragging him out of the dorm, him screaming all the while. There was mother. fucking. pandemonium. Kids were screaming, crying, terrified. Meanwhile, Jeremy got into his car and drove home, never to be seen by the campers again.

We got most of them settled down, but not all. About six kids were so freaked, their parents came and scooped them early. We never admitted to the parents that we knew anything about it, and never assured the campers that it was just a prank and that Jeremy was alright.

TL;DR Somewhere in this world, there is a 23-26 year-old with a debilitating fear of birds. And I'd do it all again.

—Source from u/datahappy

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As one may imagine being a bus driver can be rather dull. Yet it's one of those jobs where you see folks from other companies also driving so you usually give a friendly nod or wave to each other.

I had an assigned route that I would see a driver for another company twice daily, Monday to Friday. The guy never waved, just looked morosely ahead. Originally it kinda annoyed me, he just seemed unfriendly.

I began to wave enthusiastically at him every time I saw him coming. Always with a big smile, happy wave, twice a day everyday.

Two years!

It took two years of insanely waving to wear him down, two years until he finally smiled and waved back!

At which point I stopped waving at him.

Then I bid off that route, never to see or wave at him again

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Pre Covid my daughter went to NYC with her High School Show Choir. She returned with a souvenir flower shaped small container full of mini M&M’s that has compartments for the candy. She put a lot of effort into sorting all the colors into each compartment. She then stated that she wasn’t going to share the M&M’s since she bought it with her own money. And she said she would only take a few pieces of each color every day to see how long it would last.

As her father that gave her the money before going on the trip I decided I would give her a lesson in sharing. I went to the grocery store and bought a bag of mini M&M’s and whenever she wasn’t around I would secretly add a few M&M’s back into the container. It took her almost 4 months before she said the M&M’s were lasting longer than they should. I couldn’t keep a straight face and she realized she had been pranked. She was uncontrollably laughing for a bit and now accuses me of gas lighting her. I told her to complain to her therapist about her dad giving her M&M’s.

I recently refilled the container and sent it with her to college hidden in her clothes.

Pretty much what the title says.

While on a family vacation with a few other families, I bought Funyons because they sounded great. My friend, lets call him Mike, made a comment about how they were disgusting. I made a mental note of that.

Later in the week, the families were in the dining room relaxing when I pulled out the Funyons to snack on. Mike's two children were watching me eat the Funyons intently. I asked Mike's wife if they could have some. She said sure so I gave the kids some. Their look of puzzlement to enjoyment was funny. They continued to eat them and Mike made some passing light-hearted insult (the way friends do) and I replied "its all fun and games till you get signed up for the Funyon of the month club." I don't know why that came to me but it did.

We got home from vacation and I started looking into it. Turns out no one has monetized a Funyon of the Month club or subscription service yet and since I'm pretty good with photoshop and even better at petty revenge, an idea was born.

I began creating postcards, letters from the Director of Marketing, ordering gifts, creating shipping labels, creating recipes and even creating an email address for a fake contest.

The postcards were pretty straight forward: a picture of Funyons with a quote from a person about how much Funyons mean to them with the city they live in. As a hint to the joke, I made the cities places we would have passed on the way home from vacation and another hint was that I chose first names of parents of the people that were part of our vacation. Some of these post cards were themed (original, flaming hot, queso, Halloween)

Letters from the Director of Marketing were a bit more involved. I found a *previous* director of marketing from Funyons and would write about how great it was that they (Mike) were part of the Funyon of the month club and how the community was growing to eclipse a milestone in members. I eluded to other fun things coming for member such as clothing, recipes and contests.

The first month I packaged a pretty simple box: a bag of Funyons, a letter from the editor and a postcard. I wrapped the box up and put a fake shipping label on it. I dropped it off at their house as I didn't want to commit mail fraud by having it shipped (I'm no lawyer but it felt less law breaking to do this). The gift was received well. He laughed, said I was an idiot for signing up for something so dumb and his kids ate the Funyons.

The next month, Mike's kid's school started so I packaged and dropped off snack size Funyon bags and the letter from the Director of Marketing was tailored to school. Also included was another postcard and Mike's first clothing apparel, socks. Again, everyone was happy but Mike was starting to question how much money I wasted for this joke. I would say "too much."

September came around and the package included his second clothing item, a belt, flaming hot Funyons, another letter describing how close they were to their club milestone and sharing a recipe for a horribly disgusting alcoholic beverage I made up that had a Funyon dusted rim. Regrettably, Mike did not make it.

October's delivery was a Halloween theme postcard, queso Funyons, a pair of Funyons boxer briefs and a letter from the Director of Marketing stating that they had hit their milestone. As a celebration, they were going to have a contest for people to showcase their Fun with Funyons. I researched where the factory was for Funyons, looked for nearby airports, amusement parks and lake houses. Once I found all of them, I priced them and included the estimated prize total in the letter with a simple website link to the house. All the contestants had to do was take a picture in their gear and send it to the email address that I created.

Novembers box included a bag of Funyons, key chain, letter and a pretty well thought-out thanksgiving themed recipe for green bean casserole topped with Funyons. The letter reminded members to submit pictures for the contest.

December's box came at the beginning of the month and included the standard Funyon bag, a Christmas ornament, and a more desperate plea from the Director of Marketing asking for pictures to validate the contest to his bosses otherwise he may lose his job.

At this point I was running low on ideas so I decided to end the joke when all the famalies got together for Christmas later that month.

As one last joke, I created a fake receipt showing two more years of subscription, bought and paid for. I printed out all of the pictures I had taken throughout the six months (creating the postcards and letters, buying the Funyons, packaging the items and me in front of their house dropping off the boxes) and put them in a giant box wrapped with their name on it.

At our party, everyone gathered round and I handed him an envelope with a Christmas card and the fake receipt. He was not excited to have another 24 months of Funyons delivered to his house. I told him that I had switched his order to my house for this month as a surprise. He opened up the box and looked inside confused. He looked at the pictures and slowly realized..."wait you were at our house? what is in that box behind you!? WAIT, you opened the boxes? WAIT YOU MADE THIS UP?"

And that is how I spent hundreds of dollars and dozens of hours playing a six month joke on my friend.

Not specifically a con, but I worked with a guy who had a pick-up truck and one day found an entire bag of household trash in the back of his truck. He went through the bag of trash and found an envelope with an address. Now rather than returning the trash, he took the address and signed the person up for every conceivable piece of junk mail for YEARS. Any kind of of offer this guy got he filled it out with that address and sent it his way. That's some dedication.

—Source from u/ShineSilently

Have at it!

I was driving with my nieces ( 5 and 9) who WOULD NOT STOP FIGHTING. Got fed up. Told them if they didn't behave I would leave them at the rest stop like I did with Audrey and Cecile. Who are Audrey and Cecile you ask? Their older sisters that I left at a rest stop for fighting in the car. Why have they never seen pictures? We threw them all away. Their parents would be mad at me. Maybe - or maybe their parents were ALSO tired of the fighting. Spent YEARS doing this when they were fighting, and while they continually developed their logic skills, but could never really prove their older sisters didn't exist. Finally when the younger niece was an adult she said, "You know we never believed Audrey and Cecile were real." I responded " Yep, but do YOU realize that every time I mentioned them you stopped fighting and and starting thinking and I got some PEACE in the car." So yeah. Her niece and nephew now also have a older sister and brother who surprisingly enought were ALSO left at a rest station for fighting.