Practical Joke?

So… do you remember a couple weeks ago, I mentioned the nasty dried salted plums I had purchased one day at lunch? How I was excited because I thought I’d found what my acupuncturist had given me, only to discover that whatever she had given me was vastly different from what I’d ended up buying?

Well, what I did was, I put those things in my desk drawer at work and ignored them. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do with them, but I thought maybe there was something I could do to save them. I just had to work up my courage. I pulled one out the other day and thought I’d give it another go. My strategy was to rinse the salt off it with water. Should come right off, I thought, and I wouldn’t have wasted the dollar I’d spent on them. You know me and my Money Hump.

It didn’t work. In fact, it fused the salt on it, as if I had used gorilla glue — that salt wasn’t coming off. No way, no how. How on earth do they make those things? On second thought, never mind. Don’t tell me. I’m scared to know. If they can paint a donkey to look like a zebra and stand it on the street corner in Tijuana, then I don’t even want to know how they make shriveled up plums with salt super glued on.

I was just about to drop the bag in the trash can and be done with it and, then, like the proverbial light bulb over the head, an idea dinged into my brain.

I could pull a joke on one of our IT guys! I knew that the particular fellow I wanted to play the joke on would never try those things if I gave them to him directly, but he would if I gave them to the guy whose desk is next to his. So I called up Jason* and asked him to come over to my office. I pulled out the bag of nasty plums and told him the story of how nasty I thought they were and said, “Do you think you could get Ansel* to eat these if you tell him they’re the yummiest things on the planet?” Jason smiled and said, “Sure!”

I handed the bag off to him with the promise that he would call me with the results. Jason called me five minutes later and told me that when he showed the bag to Ansel, he said, “Where’d you get those saladitos? Can I have them?” And nearly snatched them away from him.

A couple hours later, Ansel called me to thank me. I figured the whole thing was a reverse spoof — that they were conspiring to pull a joke on me, that he hated them, but didn’t want me to know. Because, really, how could anyone like those things? So, I walked over to see for myself and he had the bag sitting in a prominent location on his desk with only four of them left in the bag. To prove how happy he was with my “gift”, he took one and popped it in his mouth and leaned back momentarily in his chair with a look of bliss on his face. I shook my head in disbelief.

He said, “I lived in Mexico for a couple years and I love all their candy! Saladitos are one of my favorites… in fact, when I saw the bag I started salivating just a little bit!” he continued by saying, “If you get through the salt to the plum — that’s really good, a little sweet after the salty.” He paused while I gagged at his description, then continued, “And if you get through the plum to the seed, you can break through the outer seed to the inner seed and that’s tasty, too.” He smiled happily as he popped another wrinkled salt pill into his mouth.

All I could think was, they call that “candy”?

Turns out, he actually would have taken them if I had given them directly to him.

I found myself laughing as I walked back to my office… talk about a practical joke backfiring. But… it ended well, because I had wanted to get rid of those things without wasting them. I had also hoped to get entertainment out of it. I accomplished those two things and made someone happy in the process. It was the “happy” part I wasn’t expecting… guess I need to know my target a little better next time.

Have to say, though, I sure do work with an interesting bunch of people.

*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

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10 responses to “Practical Joke?

  1. Caryl

    Ha! Ha!

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    *grin*

    ~Jammie J.

  2. py

    Maybe this is what people says “One man’s meat is another man’s poison”. Good to hear that there was a good turn to your story, and it made people happy!

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    …or one man’s prune is another man’s plum? hehe πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.

  3. grrrace

    lol! how funny is that?! πŸ˜€

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    I’m still laughing over it… just imagining the look on his face when he ate it, while I expected him to look like he’d eaten an aspirin. πŸ˜† He was sooooo happy!

    ~Jammie J.

  4. IT guys. Come on, you should know we are all strange by now.

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    No disputing that… :mrgreen:

    ~Jammie J.

  5. Well, you know “One man’s GAG! is another man’s YUMMY!” Like with black licorice. My daughter thinks cooked green peppers are an abomination but eats them raw like candy. Think of all the great stuffed green peppers she is missing out on.

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    I’m like that with carrots, I like them raw, but not cooked. (Exception: in a stew or in soup).

    ~Jammie J.

  6. What a great story! Glad you could make someone happy, even if it wasn’t on purpose. πŸ˜‰

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    True. Usually it’s the other way around, right? On accident making people sad… hehe Gosh, it was sooo funny and he was soooo happy!

    ~Jammie J.

  7. I lived in Mexico for a summer and remember the food being delicious… needless to say, I never tried saladitos.

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    I have no doubt the food is delicious, I love Mexican food. But their candy? Their candy is strange.

    ~Jammie J.

  8. I was going to admonish you for being mean to the IT guys but it just goes to show what an odd bunch we are. Of course, if that person was in our department, we’d mercilessly demean him for having such unusual tastes. For example, we never tire of making fun of the English co-worker in my area about “spotted dick” which apparently is much beloved in the UK.

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    Oh no you don’t… hehe, he gives as good as he gets. One example: He ran a script on my computer that allows him to pop-up a window anytime that says, “Buy Ansel more coffee!” Psshaw! He deserves whatever I can think up! He is mercilessly razzed by his co-workers, but he’s odd and comfortable with his odd, so he’s confident. So most of the time you just end up shaking your head at him and laughing.

    ~Jammie J.

  9. Beth

    We used to have something like that in the Philippines, though I can’t remember the name right now. It’s bright red, and I’m sure at one point it was some kind of berry that was dried up, then covered in salt. I used to love them! I’d suck on one of those things like you would a regular sweet or sour candy. Then when all the salt was gone, I’d eat the dried berry, if it was a berry…I didn’t know half of the things I used to eat in the Philippines. Sometimes, you’re just better off not knowing.

    Good joke though…on you, I mean. πŸ˜€

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    He said he thought what my acupuncturist had given me were “chili plums” or something like that. He said those aren’t as salty, but are also very tasty. Those nasty saladitos were like licking a salt block, only worse. Ick!

    ~Jammie J.

  10. “…break through the outer seed to the inner seed…” uh huh! Broke a molar once doing that! Never again!

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    … and then I read on the ‘net that the inner seed has trace amounts of cyanide? So maybe we’re not supposed to eat that after all? I told Tony if I die to tell the doctors I had eaten an inner plum seed so he doesn’t go to jail for poisoning me! !!

    ~Jammie J.