I have always loved to wind people up, and one of the gags I pulled in my Army days concerned a letter of complaint.
One day whilst sat at the platoon commanders desk, I found a bag of crisps in one of the drawers so I scoffed them. Just for a wind up I filled the bag with those polystyrene chips which look like crisps and used for packaging, sealed the packet and put them back in the drawer.
A few days later, the platoon commander having a sense of humour had pinned the packet of crisps on the notice board along with a snotty letter to the maker of the crisps virtually telling them how crap their crisps are and almost gave him terminal constipation.
Not to be outdone, I took the letter, bought a packet of real crisps, of which I ate most of the bag and bundled them together and sent them off to the manufacturer. Low and behold, a few days later, the platoon commander was amazed to receive a package containing a few packets of crisps and a letter of apology.
Bit of a result really as he shared them with us.
One day whilst sat at the platoon commanders desk, I found a bag of crisps in one of the drawers so I scoffed them. Just for a wind up I filled the bag with those polystyrene chips which look like crisps and used for packaging, sealed the packet and put them back in the drawer.
A few days later, the platoon commander having a sense of humour had pinned the packet of crisps on the notice board along with a snotty letter to the maker of the crisps virtually telling them how crap their crisps are and almost gave him terminal constipation.
Not to be outdone, I took the letter, bought a packet of real crisps, of which I ate most of the bag and bundled them together and sent them off to the manufacturer. Low and behold, a few days later, the platoon commander was amazed to receive a package containing a few packets of crisps and a letter of apology.
Bit of a result really as he shared them with us.