Nancy wrote --

JM>> But we got as well as we gave. Good natured joking back and forth
JM>> and all that.

As long as it's all understood to be that way, that works out... ;)
Being part of one comraderie does give plenty of privilege... ;)

We also played practical jokes on each other.
The one that comes to mind immediately was the best one.
I ride a bike as my main means of transportation. I live and work in a short
radius, use it for shopping, etc with my dorky basket on the front.
I had a "reserved" parking place, on the parking office side of the police station, between a mini-fridge and a storeroom, leaning against a wall.
A couple of weeks before my retirement I went in for lunch and noticed it was
missing.
Ok, someone hid it was my first thought.
I was all over the building looking for it, in different rooms and offices and no where to to be found. (One time it was hidden in the women's locker room, during a time we had no female officers. Another time it was in my civilian bosses office when she was off for the day). I looked around outside.
I was stumped. I would be asked what I was looking for and tell them and get this look which I knew they were up to something.
I was in the alley behind the building and happened to glance up and there it
was, up on the roof.
How in the world did they get up there?
I mentioned I had found it and learned they had tied it with ropes and pulled
it up.
I went up on the roof, which is accessed by a ladder on the wall and opening a hatch (like a submarine). On the other side was the bike, leaning against a wall. A couple of us lowered it back down. I congratulated them and said that
was the best gag ever and laughter all around.
Joe


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