Thursday, February 23, 2006

Revenge Of The Sis

Growing up, I was one of three sisters. When you have three, it always seems to be two against one...Very rarely were all of us united. My older sister and I fought constantly, so it was usually my younger sister who would get pulled from one side to the other. Most of the time it seemed to be Little Sis and I against Big Sis, although whether that was because Little Sis actually wanted to be on my side or just that I "got to her" first, I have no idea.

I was always doing something that embarrassed Big Sis. Often it was unintentional, like the time I lost my wrap-around skirt on the way to school. I had no hips to hold it up (funny how that isn't an issue anymore...NOT that I wear wrap-around skirts these days). The worst part was, I didn't realize the skirt had fallen off until the boy walking a few blocks behind us ran up and handed it to me. So I just set down my lunchbox and bookbag and tied my skirt back on, while Big Sis stood there turning all shades of red.

Then there was the incident with The Redheaded Kid. He was a bully who lived about a block from school, and often when we passed his house he would taunt us. One day I just hauled off and slammed my metal lunchbox into the side of his head. That pretty much ended the taunting. You would think Big Sis would be grateful, but noooo...That was embarrassing too.

When we were teenagers, my parents would occasionally go away for the weekend and leave us home alone. Big Sis, being the oldest, would be left "in charge." Now, Big Sis tended to be a little bossy even when my parents were home, but when she was left in charge she was impossible. At least that's how I viewed it.

One memorable weekend, Big Sis had a friend over. They were much cooler than Little Sis and I, and Big Sis had no problem letting us know it. This particular time, they happened to have a can of Silly String. Big Sis and her friend decided to go for a walk, because that would be sooo much better than hanging out with Little Sis and I. Before they left, though, they used the Silly String. On us.

Now, to be fair, I don't remember what preceded the Silly String attack; there's a very good chance we deserved it. I could be a tad obnoxious when I chose to, and it's likely I chose to pretty often when Big Sis had friends over. At any rate, they sprayed the Silly String and walked away laughing. Which left Little Sis and I behind to plot our revenge.

What we did for revenge was take Big Sis's bed apart and reassemble it in the backyard.

I'm not sure whose idea it was, but it was a good one. We did it right, too...We brought out the the sheets and blankets and pillows, and remade the bed and everything. Then we locked the backdoor and waited.

I don't remember exactly what happened when Big Sis got home. I'm sure she made us unlock the backdoor, and I know she told our parents, although whether she called them immediately or waited until they phoned that night, I have no idea. Little Sis and I brought the bed back inside, although I don't think we were quite as careful with it the second time...I seem to remember the blankets dragging in the dirt a little on the way back in. For a few minutes, though, we had the upper hand, and it felt good.

Anyone else have any good revenge stories?

Posted by The Gradual Gardener :: 8:22 AM :: 6 Comments:

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