Bombs Away

Steve and I have worked together now for several years behind the bar. Sure we have had our share of quarrels and disputes, but for the most part we get along great and have become pretty good friends. Working together for so long in such tight confines, we have developed a sense for what each other are thinking and enjoy using this to constantly mess around with other employees or guests. Lets just say it is very easy for us to team up on someone verbally! We don’t play jokes on each other at work, however outside of the bar its an entirely different story. So, today before my shift, I had to stop by the bank on the way in to work. As I finished my business and came out, I saw that Steve had taken the parking spot right next to mine. He had banking stuff to do as well. Thing is, he had parked his truck so close to mine, I couldn’t get in on the driver’s side. I had to crawl across from the passenger door. I looked up and saw Steve laughing at me as he walked into the bank. Frantically, I looked around my cab to see if there was anything I could throw at his truck. A rotten banana, old coffee, a half eaten rotten egg sandwhich…anything would do. As luck would have it, I looked down and saw a small bag of fireworks sitting on the floor I had bought for the 4th of July, but had never used. Giggling to myself, I drove around the block selecting which one I would toss in the back of his truck. I settled on a smoke  bomb. It looked really cool…like a hand grenade, complete with a plastic pin. Perfect. I pulled up slowly on Steve’s truck, making sure he was still in the bank, but could see me, pulled the pin and promptly tossed into the bed of his pickup. Nothing happened at first so I started to drive away slowly watching in my rear view mirror. Than smoke began billowing out of his truck. Not a small amount, but a shitload! It looked like his truck had exploded! I had no idea that little bomb could produce so much smoke. Once again, I had overdone it. People came running out of the bank and the neighboring shops to see what had happened. Steve came out holding a bunch of papers and didn’t know what to think as the smoke kept billowing out of his truck with no sign of stopping. I am sure somebody had called the cops by this point. So he runs over to his truck, jumps in and drives away in a huge cloud of smoke. All the while, I was sitting in my car watching safely from down the block and laughing my ass off. What a wonderful way to begin a night of work! I am just glad Steve is off for the next few days.