True Story Tuesday-POP/Vaseline

Been a few weeks since I posted a

True Story Tuesday but here goes.

I went to work for Photo Services

for the State of Tennessee just a

few weeks short of the youngest

photographer. Phil made the move

to that area so much easier since he

was so easy going and a lot of fun.

Our offices were divided by those make

shift, about 8 foot walls that lock together.

That height allowed for privacy as well

as keeping the noise from the other

offices down to a very dull roar.

But……..when all was quite you

could almost hear a pin drop.

Shortly after moving to that department

I was sitting in my office and I kept

hearing this popping noise, the kind

you hear when someone sticks their

finger in their mouth and hooks the

cheek as they pull it out making that

POP! It would come and go and it was

not something that went on and on

but it was enough on a given day that

it would begin to bother you, mostly

because you did not know what it was.

I would walk into the guy’s (photographers)

room and it would not happen so I

was at a loss.

Finally after several weeks of working

there I walked in the guys room just in

time to see where the noise was coming

from. Phil, who has big round fingers

was sticking them up in the holes on

the arm of his chair, they apparently

fit snuggly. He would then pull them

out and there was that POP! I had to

laugh cause he was doing this as he

waited for images to download to the

computer and was not even aware

that he was doing it.

Okay, so I had to ask, nicely, if he would

stop. That sent up that flag for him, he

knew then that it got to me so he would

continue, and even would do it just

when I walked into the room! Brat!

Those of you who have read my blog

or who know me, knows that this is

not something that I will let go lightly,

war was on!

So what to do to him to get him to stop

and get the brat back for messing with

me……Vaseline! Yep, I did. We had an

intern named Lane that was working

with us that summer so I told her

what I was doing, she jumped right

on the wagon with me. We watched

and waited until he went off down the

hall and we sprung into action. She

took one side and I took the other and

we filled those holes on the bottom of

the arms of his chair with Vaseline.

Then back to my office we went, just

in time for him to come back to the

office. We sit and waited. About 20

minutes later while we worked at my

desk I hear “ Yuck, Pam what is this”?!

Now go figure there were two others in

that office why would he think I had

anything to do with it? Don’t answer

that question, I was being silly even

asking.

Later that week he tried to get me by

coating my phone with the same jar of

Vaseline but lucky for me I grabbed it

and did not get it to my face before I

realized what was going on.

It’s a good thing that Phil and I remain

friends to this day, I pulled several

things on him through the two years

that we worked together. Like taping

his mouth shut, newspapering his

office and just messing with him daily.

Thanks for stopping in on True

Story Tuesday.
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Pam