Fooled

I don't care much for April Fool's Day. Not because I don't appreciate a good prank. It's just that I have pulled so many spoofs on people in my lifetime and I'm afraid it's going to catch up with me. I believe it's called karma. Heaven knows that someday I'll get my comeuppance. I've got it coming to me- especially after pulling this stunt long ago:

When I was in middle school, my cousin and I got the biggest kick out of repeatedly playing a very devious and immature joke. We would call a certain girl who lived a ways up the street and pretend to be a neighborhood mother asking her to babysit. (The "mother" we'd posed as lived across the street from my cousin.) We'd sit in my cousin's living room and peer out the window and giggle as we watched the girl walk all the way down the street for her fake babysitting job. She'd walk to the door, ring the bell a few times and wait on the doorstep, and after figuring out no one was home, she'd leave and walk back up the street to her house. Then a few minutes later we'd call her again, posing as the Mom, asking her where she was and telling her she was late. The poor girl tried to explain that she'd already come to the house and rang the bell but no one answered, and that she would come right back to tend. A few minutes later we'd spot her sprinting down the street again. She'd run up to the door, and knock... and ring the bell... and wait. We couldn't contain our sidesplitting laughter. Occasionally the mother across the street would actually be home and answer the door to find a babysitter she'd never called on her doorstep. Either way, we got our jollies every time we pulled this prank. One would think such a joke would lose it's thrill quickly, but you'd be surprised how many times we found this amusing. And also at how many times she fell for it. My childhood would not have been near as much fun if there had been caller id.

Go ahead. Tell me I'm terrible.