Pete's Revenge

A few years back, my friend Tony and I were working on a remodel job at a small commercial building. The superintendent, Pete, was an old German guy with a strong accent. You couldn't have found a nicer guy to deal with. But he sure was fun to mess with.

We all shared one room in the back as an office and a break room. Now, Pete was one of these guys that had to have everything in its place. So, in the name of good, clean fun, Tony and I took great joy in throwing all of our garbage on the floor.

This caused Pete to blow a gasket daily. He kept calling us pigs, and kept warning us to stop it or he'd move us out of that room. So, in order to find out if he was true to his word, we upped the ante. Tony started bringing in all of his junk mail to throw on his desk. We would bring in old newspapers from home to fill up his garbage can. Then, we started to bring in peanuts and threw the shells on the floor around his desk. The fact that he could no longer wheel his chair around turned out to be the final straw.

When we came in the following morning, all of our things were gone from the room - the table, chairs, pictures - everything. We searched and searched and could not find our things until, finally, I heard Tony start to laugh. I followed his voice into the dock area and discovered what he was laughing about. During the night, Pete had come in and moved everything into the newly emptied dumpster. (Keep in mind that this dumpster was not used for food or stinky garbage and was inside and out of the weather) He had everything set up exactly as it was in the room, down to the pictures and calendar on the wall.

We took lunch and break in that dumpster for the next three days just to spite him.
Finally, the scrap drywall and wood that Pete kept tossing into it started to encroach too far into our space and we were forced to move out.
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