People who know me and know about my cruising history often piece together that living/working environments are prone to pranks. And they ask me what the best pranks I've witnessed are. So, I'm going to write a few posts dedicated to cruise pranks.
Here's the first one I pulled, with a great roomie, Frau Schmidty:
Stealing the underwear
Once upon a time I dated a fantastic guy, we both worked on the MS Maasdam together. He was a Cadet Officer and I was a Youth Counselor. We both had (have) big foreheads. It was a match made in Scandinavian-looking people heaven. Ha!
He was sweet and funny and blah, blah, blah... and also had a fabulous sense of humor and a little bit of a devilish side.
So one morning, after going to bed only about an hour prior (that's ship life!) I received a phone call. I groggily reached for the phone while my roomie, frau schmidt groaned.
"Hullo?????" I said in a raspy voice.
"Good morning, this is your wake up call." Returned the automated response, programmed to go off at that time by my brilliant BF, who had set the alarm earlier that day, just for fun.
ARGH!
(People who know me know how cranky I am about my sleep)
I immediately called the BF's cabin. The phone rang and rang and rang. And then I realized that it was 4am, and he'd set the wake up call to go off right after he would have left his cabin for his eaaaaaaarly shift.
Frau Schmidty and I vowed to return the favor. SO we thought for a while, after we woke up for real, later that morning.
And Schmidty decided to go big or go home. The next day we stopped in St. Thomas, where she bought a skanky pair of thong underware. She pinned a note to it that read "Boys, thanks for last night. XO, Christen (That's Frau Schmidty) & Christy. Then she hung it on their door handle, where it was bound to be noticed by oh, just about EVERYONE on the ship.
Well, that was just the beginning. Our prank was a two-parter. We figured the boys would get a good laugh out of the thong joke and not expect anything else. And it worked. Little did they know that we had also batted our eyes at our friends in the Crew office, gotten a key to the boys' room (totally a no-no!), gone through their closets and stolen every piece of underwear they owned.
Needless to say, after the boy's smelly engineering shift they were a bit shocked to open their closet and have no underwear. (Which Frau Schmidt held captive for THREE days)... Yah. Good times.
Here's the first one I pulled, with a great roomie, Frau Schmidty:
Stealing the underwear
Once upon a time I dated a fantastic guy, we both worked on the MS Maasdam together. He was a Cadet Officer and I was a Youth Counselor. We both had (have) big foreheads. It was a match made in Scandinavian-looking people heaven. Ha!
He was sweet and funny and blah, blah, blah... and also had a fabulous sense of humor and a little bit of a devilish side.
So one morning, after going to bed only about an hour prior (that's ship life!) I received a phone call. I groggily reached for the phone while my roomie, frau schmidt groaned.
"Hullo?????" I said in a raspy voice.
"Good morning, this is your wake up call." Returned the automated response, programmed to go off at that time by my brilliant BF, who had set the alarm earlier that day, just for fun.
ARGH!
(People who know me know how cranky I am about my sleep)
I immediately called the BF's cabin. The phone rang and rang and rang. And then I realized that it was 4am, and he'd set the wake up call to go off right after he would have left his cabin for his eaaaaaaarly shift.
Frau Schmidty and I vowed to return the favor. SO we thought for a while, after we woke up for real, later that morning.
And Schmidty decided to go big or go home. The next day we stopped in St. Thomas, where she bought a skanky pair of thong underware. She pinned a note to it that read "Boys, thanks for last night. XO, Christen (That's Frau Schmidty) & Christy. Then she hung it on their door handle, where it was bound to be noticed by oh, just about EVERYONE on the ship.
Well, that was just the beginning. Our prank was a two-parter. We figured the boys would get a good laugh out of the thong joke and not expect anything else. And it worked. Little did they know that we had also batted our eyes at our friends in the Crew office, gotten a key to the boys' room (totally a no-no!), gone through their closets and stolen every piece of underwear they owned.
Needless to say, after the boy's smelly engineering shift they were a bit shocked to open their closet and have no underwear. (Which Frau Schmidt held captive for THREE days)... Yah. Good times.
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