A Tail of Naughtiness: A Journey Through Millennium-Old Pranks

In the 1990s, I worked for Stark Fence, an operation that involved much more than just constructing and installing fences. It was a time when fun and mischief were as common as the tools we used for work. One such infamous prank, a tale as old as time but fresh in my memory, occurred during a project in Tuscon, Arizona.

The Original Accident

One of our projects involved installing a chainlink fence at a school near the border. The boss had taken a detour to snap some pictures for the job folder. Being the humorous crew we were, I was hanging around a bit to see if I could be foisted off with the project as a way to save time. I had taken up a position about 50 yards downhill from the action, where I could see the boss more or less as he roamed around taking photos.

The Turn of Events

When the boss spotted my rear-end showing through the gaps in my pants, he knew he had stumbled upon a golden moment. Proximity often begets chance, and positioning myself that way was nothing but bad luck on my part or perhaps his goal all along. As the boss took his pictures, I was not aware of his movements. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the pictures had been developed and were included in the job folder.

The Aftermath

The pictures, once developed and shared among the team, became the source of many a late-night laughter and early-morning chuckles. They served not only as a reminder of the goofy moments but also as a testament to the camaraderie and shared experience of our team. The prank, albeit innocent, brought us closer together and will forever be a part of our collective memory.

Conclusion

No, I don’t have pictures of me mooning, but the recollection is just as vivid, if not more so. The 1990s were filled with lighthearted pranks and playful antics, which are now cherished memories. It is these kinds of moments that remind us of the value of camaraderie and the joy that comes from shared experiences, especially in the world of work.

The prank I recount here, while harmless and silly, has become a defining part of our collective story. It serves as a reminder that despite the serious nature of our job, there is always room for a little fun and playfulness. And perhaps that is the true legacy of the 90s—a time when laughter and camaraderie were as important as the fences we built.