I'll start.
I was maybe 16 or 17 and my parents had an early 80's Buick that was starting to have some issues. So one summer evening, I ran a jumper wire from the high beam headlight bulb to the horn. Then I put the beam switch on high so when the lights were turned on the horn would go off.
I didn't have to wait long as Dad was taking a night class for some certification he needed to renew. As he tells it, class wrapped up and he hopped in the car to head home. Beeeeeeeeep. Said he thought about trying to drive home without lights but it was a 35 minute trip and already dusk. On a whim, he toggled to low beams and the horn stopped. So he drove home with low beams. He was telling us about this the next morning at breakfast. I managed to keep quiet and a straight face. Dad usually did as much work as possible but then he said, "I guess I need to take it somewhere and have it looked at."
After breakfast, I cornered mom and let her in on what I did so she would stop him from taking it to a shop to fix it if he decided not to look at it himself. She agreed and was mostly happy that she wasn't the one to discover the "issue". "I probably wouldn't have thought to switch to low beams" she said.
A couple days pass. I sleep in on Saturday morning and come down to find a coil of wire on the table and a bill for like $50 with a handwritten note, "Son, you owe me for this one." My heart fell to my shoes as $50 was a lot of money for a teenager in the mid-90's.
Well, come to find out, Dad discovered the wire himself and then went to a shop and had them write out a fake invoice. So in the end, I got pranked too.
I was maybe 16 or 17 and my parents had an early 80's Buick that was starting to have some issues. So one summer evening, I ran a jumper wire from the high beam headlight bulb to the horn. Then I put the beam switch on high so when the lights were turned on the horn would go off.
I didn't have to wait long as Dad was taking a night class for some certification he needed to renew. As he tells it, class wrapped up and he hopped in the car to head home. Beeeeeeeeep. Said he thought about trying to drive home without lights but it was a 35 minute trip and already dusk. On a whim, he toggled to low beams and the horn stopped. So he drove home with low beams. He was telling us about this the next morning at breakfast. I managed to keep quiet and a straight face. Dad usually did as much work as possible but then he said, "I guess I need to take it somewhere and have it looked at."
After breakfast, I cornered mom and let her in on what I did so she would stop him from taking it to a shop to fix it if he decided not to look at it himself. She agreed and was mostly happy that she wasn't the one to discover the "issue". "I probably wouldn't have thought to switch to low beams" she said.
A couple days pass. I sleep in on Saturday morning and come down to find a coil of wire on the table and a bill for like $50 with a handwritten note, "Son, you owe me for this one." My heart fell to my shoes as $50 was a lot of money for a teenager in the mid-90's.
Well, come to find out, Dad discovered the wire himself and then went to a shop and had them write out a fake invoice. So in the end, I got pranked too.