The Revenge Is Nuts!

I was happy to see that so many of you got a kick out of last week’s blog post where I got inadvertently pranked really badly. If you missed the post, check it out here before reading this post. It seems like most of the comments I received were centered around the revenge that ensued. Today, we will get to the revenge!

The beauty of the revenge was that it took place a pretty long time after the Quilt Market incident so it was totally unexpected. The beauty of that was that sometimes the anticipation of getting revenge pranked is worse than getting pranked. You know that feeling of always looking over your shoulder?

Fast forward about 8 months from Quilt Market. There was some Fortunoff family weekend event that the entire family attended. My brother and his wife for some reason didn’t drive themselves so they got a ride home from the event. Somehow, I ended up with their suitcase in my car as I promised I would drop it off at their house. At this point, I still lived in New York and I actually lived quite close to my brother. But also, at that moment, the revenge wasn’t even a thought in my mind.

My wife, Laurie, and I are just about to reach our town after a lengthy car ride. Prior to going to our own house though, we decided to drop my brother and his wife’s suitcase at their house. We pulled up to the house and they hadn’t reached home yet so I was just going to leave the suitcase by the garage. As I sat there in front of their house, the lightbulb went off.

Revenge suddenly came to mind. I reminded Laurie about what happened at Quilt Market and said, “Let’s do this.” The question now was, “What should I do?”

We sat there in front of their house debating what to do. Then we figured it out. Since we were driving a lot that weekend, we had all kind of snacks in the car in case we got hungry. There they were in the snack bag…..

Yes, a zillion almonds. Laurie and I sat in front of their house and proceeded to fill every nook and cranny with almonds. I am not talking about dropping a few on the top. I am talking everywhere. Inside their toiletries. In their socks. In their pockets. Everywhere! We had so much fun, it was NUTS!

Later that evening, they got home and started unpacking. Needless to say, we got an angry phone call and reminded them about the Quilt Market porn incident. Weeks later, we were still hearing about the almonds showing up all over the place.

That’s the story and I am sticking with it! Have a great week!