spartacus53
Banned
- Jul 5, 2009
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- Detector(s) used
- Ace 250
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
This joke was set in the early 80's by that time I had moved to another company and was a tariff analyst.
I came to the office on day and saw a letter on my desk, so I picked it up and read it. It was from the Selective Service with a notice to a name I didn't even recognize. Apparently this letter was for someone who never registered for the draft, and it had mention of a $1,000 fine and possible imprisonment for failure to do so. Honestly, I don't even know where the letter that appeared on my desk even came from. It appeared almost to be a copy, but then again I was not certain as the signature seemed to be printed on in ink.
I am not even sure if I was the intended mark, but as I see it, the letter ended up in the wrong hands, MINE. At this time I was in my early 30's and I know that I had registered when I was in high school, that and the fact my name wasn't on it! So, what to do?? I looked around and saw Tommy and he seemed to fit the bill. This was Tommy's first job and he was a young man of 19, or 20, so the perfect mark.
I went to work right away, a little White Out (courtesy of Mike Nesmith of the Monkees, mother who invented the stuff. See you can even learn something here), name change and it is a done deal. Now off to the photocopier and make a nice clean copy. The only envelope I had available was a Hallmark one, complete with the raised logo. Well I stuffed the letter in, sealed it, and off to the mail room to get a $0.00 printed. Once that was complete, I just left in the mail room department for them to deliver. I had let several of the other guys in at what I did too, I figured they could use a laugh.
About 11am the mail was delivered and I waited with baited breath to see his reaction. Because Tommy sat directly behind me, I was unable to see his face when he opened the letter and I thought that would have been the priceless moment. I was going to wait for Tommy to say something then turn around a laugh. Strange thing is that Tommy said nothing at first.
Next thing I hear is Tommy on the phone calling his mother at home. He told her of the letter and asked to look in his dresser for his original letter from the SS. Apparently she didn't find it, so Tommy became worried and called the number on the bottom of the letter. Once I knew what was happening, I was laughing quietly, but so hard I couldn't get my breath. He was on the phone trying to explain to the other party that he had registered and didn't know why he received the letter. Tommy was on the phone a good 20 minutes trying to get this situation sorted.
Well I had to let him in on the joke, I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to breathe. Tommy was ashen from this ordeal and spat out several choice words at me, but I could still not stop laughing. All the others around were laughing as well, so it made him uncomfortable. I told Tommy to look at the bright side, he wasn't going to have to go to jail, nor pay a fine. Well, it took Tommy a few hours before he was able to laugh at himself.
I came to the office on day and saw a letter on my desk, so I picked it up and read it. It was from the Selective Service with a notice to a name I didn't even recognize. Apparently this letter was for someone who never registered for the draft, and it had mention of a $1,000 fine and possible imprisonment for failure to do so. Honestly, I don't even know where the letter that appeared on my desk even came from. It appeared almost to be a copy, but then again I was not certain as the signature seemed to be printed on in ink.
I am not even sure if I was the intended mark, but as I see it, the letter ended up in the wrong hands, MINE. At this time I was in my early 30's and I know that I had registered when I was in high school, that and the fact my name wasn't on it! So, what to do?? I looked around and saw Tommy and he seemed to fit the bill. This was Tommy's first job and he was a young man of 19, or 20, so the perfect mark.
I went to work right away, a little White Out (courtesy of Mike Nesmith of the Monkees, mother who invented the stuff. See you can even learn something here), name change and it is a done deal. Now off to the photocopier and make a nice clean copy. The only envelope I had available was a Hallmark one, complete with the raised logo. Well I stuffed the letter in, sealed it, and off to the mail room to get a $0.00 printed. Once that was complete, I just left in the mail room department for them to deliver. I had let several of the other guys in at what I did too, I figured they could use a laugh.
About 11am the mail was delivered and I waited with baited breath to see his reaction. Because Tommy sat directly behind me, I was unable to see his face when he opened the letter and I thought that would have been the priceless moment. I was going to wait for Tommy to say something then turn around a laugh. Strange thing is that Tommy said nothing at first.
Next thing I hear is Tommy on the phone calling his mother at home. He told her of the letter and asked to look in his dresser for his original letter from the SS. Apparently she didn't find it, so Tommy became worried and called the number on the bottom of the letter. Once I knew what was happening, I was laughing quietly, but so hard I couldn't get my breath. He was on the phone trying to explain to the other party that he had registered and didn't know why he received the letter. Tommy was on the phone a good 20 minutes trying to get this situation sorted.
Well I had to let him in on the joke, I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to breathe. Tommy was ashen from this ordeal and spat out several choice words at me, but I could still not stop laughing. All the others around were laughing as well, so it made him uncomfortable. I told Tommy to look at the bright side, he wasn't going to have to go to jail, nor pay a fine. Well, it took Tommy a few hours before he was able to laugh at himself.
