I Couldn’t Resist

I’m going to assume that any of you reading this has probably either been the victim or the presenter of a practical joke on someone you know or otherwise. This past weekend, I decided, on a whim, to do something that I was certain Ann would fall for in a second…and she did!
Like we do on most weekends, her and I headed over to a nearby store to grab a paper and a drink, me soda, her coffee. After getting what we wanted, we headed back to the car. It was then that I thought to myself, “Make believe that you’re slipping. I bet that you’ll get a reaction from Ann.”
And so I did,slipping one leg out in front of, throwing up my hands and yelling out in a somewhat panicked manner. Not surprisingly,it worked. She let out a loud, panicked scream while throwing out her arms in an attempt to prevent me from falling. It was beautiful.
After hearing my dear Anns’ reaction, I nearly fell down laughing, but she handled it smoothly. She didn’t take it personally, but I wasn’t surprised at all. After laughing a bit longer we went to the car and went back home.
Now, this stunt wasn’t totally my fault. No, it goes back to growing up in a large family, where humor was an almost constant presence in our lives. I know, I know, of course this little”stunt” was my fault, but as I said earlier, Ann took this little prank so smoothly. There were no hurt feelings or any kind of argument between us. Not that this surprised me at all.
Sure, I felt a bit childish playing out this little joke, but that’s the whole point.Certainly not everyone is living lives where humor is a given each day, but I am and I love it.

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