6 Saran Wrap
I always have enjoyed practical jokes. I read about this one in Mad Magazine and I decided it might be fun to try! It was my senior year in high school and what the heck!
One late afternoon after sports practice another high school teammate and I put saran wrap over two of the toilet bowls in the lady’s bathroom and put the seat down. In the dim light it was very difficult to see. It was such gentle material that it was even difficult to feel by the more sensitive parts of the body.
Saran Wrap at Berthoud High School 1961 After that, the school closed and we went home for the evening. In the morning the school bus arrived before the building was open and I was clustered with other students by the school door that also led downstairs to the lady’s restroom.
Suddenly I saw through the long window in the door Mrs. S going downstairs. I thought that was the last person I expected to experience this practical joke. I hoped she would only be going to Home Economics room. However, it was not long before Mrs. S came back up the stairs. She looked madder than a wet hen! (Maybe the wrong word choice?) I was really in trouble this time. We watched her stomp past our door and up the stairs to the principal’s office. In a few minutes Mr. Zeller returned with her down the stairs. He had a rather concerned look on his face, but she was still angry.
After another few minutes, the two of them returned and proceeded to his office. She was still angry but Mr. Zeller, lagging a bit behind was biting his lip and seemed to be trying to keep from laughing. I was uncertain what was going to happen next. Actually, I heard nothing for a number of months. But the rest of the story began to slowly unfold. I did not talk about this to anyone except for my accomplice in setting the prank. He did not talk about it either. It was a good thing we did not share this around as the word would have eventually gotten back to Mr. Zeller. I think he was waiting for such gossip to unfold.
Something I learned several years later at a class reunion was that Mr. Zeller had made inquiries that day and called the cheerleaders to his office. They also had stayed after school for practice for a short time the day before and Mrs. S was sure they were the culprits. Who else would dare to go into the lady’s restroom?
He began lecturing them about the bad situation they had created and how messy this would be for someone. They were not sure what he was talking about, and they thought they had inadvertently caused some problem about which they were unaware. And they even apologized for whatever it might have been.
Finally, Mr. Zeller got over his discomfort of talking about such private matters and went into detail about the Saran Wrap. Suddenly, the girls realized that this was not something they had done, but they were in trouble now. “We did not do that!” went the chorus. That exclamation convinced him that it was not they who had done this dastardly deed.
Mrs. S was not convinced a