I’ve been thinking about buying a train horn from trainhornsunlimited.com as a joke for my cousin. See, the guy is a wuss. You can’t even imagine just how scared he is of everything. So I thought it would be awesome to install a train horn in his car without him knowing it. It’s kind of one of those long term practical jokes that I probably won’t even around to watch happen but to know the results and to hear him freak out on me when he gets around to discovering that his car has a horn of a train is going to be awesome.
I can just imagine the scenario; there he is, driving down the road no doubt singing some song by Lorde at the top of his lungs when suddenly, a car swerves into his lane! Well, he can’t have that now can he? They just disrupted the best part of the song and he was totally going to nail it this time! So he lays on the horn when suddenly; a train horn! What?! He will be shocked. He will probably have to change his pants. Oh, man. Even just writing about this is making me laugh.
I know. It’s terrible. I’m actually a terrible person, probably, because I love playing jokes on people. Anything that disrupts our day to day routine, our realities, is worth it. How is it fun to go through your day doing the same thing you did the day before? And the day before that and so on and so on. We’re too comfortable with routines! Shake things up! Make it weird! I love seeing that moment on someones face when they realize that everything they’re comfortable with and know, in that single moment right there, is so off the wall that they don’t know what to do.