It’s Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day! So, has anyone else noticed there isn’t as much prime bubble wrap packaging these days? Sometimes I find bubble wrap sleeves, but it’s not the same. The sleeve prevents flexibility, and the bubbles just make a muted “bwhop” sound. Then I feel gypped.
More often, I see these plastic miniature air pillows surrounding my shipments…and they are much, much louder when you pop them! The trick is to drop them nonchalantly on the floor behind your victim. They are so lightweight they barely make a sound when they land. Then you whistle innocently and look at the ceiling, waiting for the opportune time to pounce.
Then it comes: the moment when your victim is completely immersed in their work/play/whatever. (It’s always a good moment when he/she has a finger stuck up a nostril. That is the ultimate sign of deep concentration.)
Take a deep breath, lift your sneaker, and drop that devious rubber sole on the air pouch. Pow! (Yes, I needed to add that for closure.)
Now would be the perfect time to ask, “What would you rate that experience, say, on a scale of one to ten? Ten being, ‘I need new pants,'” but I doubt your victim is feeling introspective. He might have hollered, “Thunderation!” She might have screamed like a mouse hit by a meteor. You will not have time to record these interesting discoveries because you must now spend the rest of your day peering over your shoulder while waiting for the retaliation.
And as I told my son, who taught me this lovely trick, “Oh, your time is coming!” I think my nosebleed has finally stopped.