jack’d off

You have a Jack in the Box © in your neighborhood? Remember in December ‘99 when they did the Millenium Jack Antenna Ball? I thought those were tight, so I bought a couple. One went on my antenna, and I threw the other in the glovebox with the workgloves, flashlight, and map I keep on hand (that part is important — keep in mind). The ball looked great on my blue ‘93 Beretta — complimented the red fuzzy dice quite nicely.

So, I’m at my 8:00 calc class, and my car is parked about 75 yards away from my classroom — easily visible from the door, but a good distance away. I’m walking from my class, to my car. I had just left the building, and as I started to walk, someone pulled into the spot next to my car and parked. No biggie, right? Right. Then this guy gets out of his car, and spends quite some time admiring my jack ball. Still no problem. He then looks around, seeing if anyone is watching, and…

THEN he takes the jack ball off of my antenna, and puts it on his antenna. Keep in mind that I’m still a good distance away, watching discreetly, making it look like I’m minding my own business. He starts walking towards the building I’m standing at, and I start walking towards my car–we cross paths halfway, and I smile and nod real friendly-like as I pass.

I walk towards my car reeeeeally slow, just to be sure that my “friend” is inside and out of eyeshot. I walk up to his car and take my jack ball back. I get in my car, fire it up, and get ready to go, and then genius strikes.

Remember the workgloves I have? They’re real high quality. I keep them in case I have to change a tire, or shovel snow, or dig my way out, et cetera. Bought them at a seven eleven for six bucks. I loved my gloves, but six dollars was a small price to pay for the enjoyment they were about to bring me.

I slid the middle finger of the right hand glove over his antenna, and let gravity do it’s thing. I couldn’t give him the finger myself, but I felt it was an appropriate gesture.

I would have loved to see his face when he saw the glove on his antenna. Priceless, and funny as shit to boot.

(on a side note: there was a rent-a-cop who saw me switch the glove with the jack ball–I saw him cracking up as I drove off with my jack ball)