Gas Prank #2

[Ol Smoke]

Rick and I did this in high school.

 

Mr. Zeller, our math teacher, bought a VW bug in 1967.  He went on and on about how good of mpg he got.

No matter what subject we would talk about, he would bring up how good his mpg was on that bug.

So, we got an idea.  We went over to his house, late one night, and added a quart of gas to his tank.  We kept this

up for two weeks.  He started bragging about his mpg was over 40 mpg now.  Rick and I were the only ones who

knew what we were doing.  But one day we told Mr. Holland the shop teacher about it.  He loves a good joke.  He

told us that Mr. Zeller was going to take a trip to Bend that Saturday and would be back on Sunday night.  So when

he got back, we stole over to his house and added about a gallon or more to his tank.  That Monday he stopped by the

gas station and filled up, so he could check his mileage for the trip.  He came to school just ecstatic about getting  

44 mpg on his trip to Bend and back.  Mr. Holland and me and Rick we were laughing our asses off.

So we stopped putting the gas in and for a while Mr. Zeller was complaining that his mpg was only 28 and that he

was going to take the VW into the shop to see if there was a problem.  The VW people said it was running perfect

and that 28 mpg was average for that car.  They didn't know how it was getting so good of mileage before.  Mr.

Zeller was really dejected for a while.  Then everything kinda went back to normal for a while.  That is until Mr.

Holland got a bright idea.  We would start syphoning out some gas for a few weeks.  So Rick and I went to his house

that night and pulled out about 1/2 a gallon into a 5 gallon can.  (We were keeping the gas for later to return it)

Mr. Z started to notice that his mpg was down around 14mpg and he was just going nuts.  Well it just so happened

that he was taking his girlfriend to Crater Lake that weekend so Rick and I struck him on Sunday night. We pulled out

about 2 gallons!  That Monday he went to the gas station and was just livid about how much gas he had to put in.

Now he was only getting about 8 mpg.

 

Well, before he had a heart attack and started spending a lot of money to find out what was wrong, we told him of the

scam.  He wasn't happy.  But, Mr. Holland smoothed things over for us and we put his gas back into his car.  In a week

or so he was joking about it with us.

 

 

[ronaldounit0]

I like your story more (as everyone is pretty happy in the end), but now I feel compelled to tell a story of messing with teachers in school: 

 

NOTE: I seriously did not partake in this, but a good friend of mine did, and then told me the story.

 

 

 

So there was this really mean science teacher that nobody particularly liked, and she always issued pop quizzes, extra homework, and the like. As my friend and his friends were quite used to messing with teachers, one day they decided to drive Mrs. Science Teacher up the wall. While they were thinking of good ideas (harmless fun ideas, I might add), one friend mentioned that he just got one of those Staples "Easy Buttons". Suddenly, a plan was formed. 

 

The next day, the friend brought the button in to class, but kept it hidden in his backpack. When the teacher turned away, he took it out and put it in his lap so that nobody would see. His next task: get tape. After one of his friends made some excuse to go get tape and hand it silently under the table. Then, he taped the easy button to the bottom of the desk. Now this is where the fun started. 

 

His teacher was giving a lecture on who-knows-what, and right as she finished explaining something, the friend tapped the easy button. In a really loud voice, the entire class heard "THAT WAS EASY." Since this was high school, the entire class erupted in laughter. The teacher, however, didn't find it as comical. She got the class to quiet down, then said very sternly: "Whoever has that, put it away" and she returned to her lecture. This time, in the middle of her sentence: "THAT WAS EASY." Again, roars of laughter exploded from the class, and again, the teacher failed to see the humor in it. This time, however, she said "Alright, hands above the table, I want to see which one of you has it." And so every kid in the class raised his/her hands above the table. As she began some new lecture on respect, the friend tapped the easy button (still taped to the bottom of the desk), with his knee: "THAT WAS EASY."

 

Before the teacher could explode on the class, the bell rang, and the flow of students leaving covered the friends to retrieve the button and go unnoticed.