While selling computers at a retail super store we had a sales manager whom nobody liked. He was a total ass. This took about 3 months to set up and involved two other employee's. The store operator and someone from inventory. The operator had his dedicated store cell number. This number was not given to anyone, not even his wife ( supposedly). It was for district supervisors and emergency services only. The store operator would occasionally call this phone while he was not at work and ask for some fictitious person when he would answere, or ask for him if his wife answered. She would also call his house late at night and ask for him when the wife answered or just hang up. Sometimes when his wife would call the store she was told he was not on schedule that day or was out for an extended lunch break. We could tell that some tension was building between them over the appearent conflicting information she was getting.
Because the store operator was located in the "managers pit" she was aware of most every managers schedule and communications with district and corprate seniors.
His wife's sister was getting married but he was scheduled for the first half of the day. His plan was to get dressed at work and pick his wife, her mother and thier child (8months old) up at her mothers house and race to the wedding. Things were going as planned, he was dressed and ready to leave only to find that once he got to his car he had a flat tire on his big ole ugly SUV. In steps our accomplice from inventory. He's more tham happy to change the flat tire taking his time of course, as our loved sales manager is dressed in his Sunday best going to a wedding suit. His wife is calling every five minutes but has been told that he's already left. Sometime during the changing of the tire, we'll call him Ray ( 'cause thats his name) Ray slips a worn pair of womens panties (donated by our operator's drinking partner) just under the passenger side seat ( where they are most likely to be noticed if someone were putting a child in the car seat in back). And at the same time dropping a condom wrapper on the floor in the back.
From here we can only speculate as to the coarse of events from there. We didn't see our manager for a week and he never let on what had happened. His wife stopped calling the store and he moved to another location when it opened in Porter Ranch a little while later.
Well thats my prank, Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did, And Logan, Hows the wife? Life treating you as well as you treat others??
