Prankster Gets Caught
Continued from last post, “Ridgecrest Baptist Assembly”:
Donnie was Mrs. Trivette’s son. He and we became partners in mischief early on. A trouble maker recognizes another trouble maker.
Nene went into our dorm room to change clothes. She turned to the closet to get her clothes, and noticed shoes on the floor that didn’t match any that belonged to her, plus they had feet in them! Screaming, while grabbing at the hangers to unveil the intruder, she came face-to-face with Donnie. This was the launch of the prankster war among the youth at Knox County Lodge.
Nene was working in the kitchen with Donnie. He tossed water onto Nene, soaking her clothing. He was wiry and fast, so he took off running, before she could get him back….but she had a plan! When Payne’s devise a plan, all I can say is beware.
Nene giggled as she filled the mop bucket full of ice water. She knew that Donnie has made his way down to the kitchen the next morning. She decided that she would climb on a ladder, and as he came through the door to the stairwell, she would dump the bucket of water on him from “heaven”.
She could barely contain herself as she anticipated how good it was going to be to pull over such a prank on her archenemy. She heard Donnie talking, so she knew he was in there. It was just a matter of time.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. Nene held the bucket in ready-fire position. As soon as that door opened, she poured the contents on the person below. Horse-laughing, she looked down to revel in her victory only to see Mrs. Trvitte looking up, in utter shock. She was not amused by the cold, icy water, that dripped from her hair and chin like the outcome of a Three Stooges stunt. She was not one bit jovial, nor did she take off running. Nene’s face was a whiter shade of pale as she imagined the consequences of dumping water on the Resident Director.
Suffice to say that she never did that again, and it took quite a while to get back in Mrs. Trivette’s good graces.
I think Nene made a point to go to worship (and repentance) service that night.
From this experience I learned that:
1. If you dish it out, you had better be prepared to take it.
2. Ridgecrest was an humbling place.
3. I would never agree to be a Resident Director for a building full of mischievous young people.