static caravans
My friend Dave, his wife, and their two kids ended up living in a static caravan briefly after one of the bouts of flooding. Between about 4pm when the kids got back from primary school, and 8pm when they went to bed, the kids would run round outside the caravan playing. As children aged five and six do.
The couple in the next caravan objected to this. Dave kept getting asked to 'control his bloody kids' and 'tell those little brats to shut up' and they also kept getting snotty about which patch of grass belonged to Dave's caravan and which belonged to them.
Dave's Revenge
Dave once had a job as a TV repairman. He waited till the cranky couple went out for a day, and changed the flex from the TV aerial so it went to a vcr in Dave's caravan. He then sorted out a remote to control their TV.
He started it slow, playing ten minutes of bizarre pornography on their TV. He could hear them shouting about it but they kept on about the kids.
So he stepped up the campaign a couple of days later. He whacked the volume right up on a particularly vocal performance while his kids were playing outside, then hammered on the door wanting to know why they couldn't keep the noise of the filthy porn down while his kids were about. Ooh, they were not happy.
The final master stroke came the following day, when they complained to the site manager about the TV acting up. Helpful Dave mentions being a TV repairman and is PAID to fix the problem. While fixing the problem, he decided to go with the cliche and hide seafood inside the caravan.
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The couple in the next caravan objected to this. Dave kept getting asked to 'control his bloody kids' and 'tell those little brats to shut up' and they also kept getting snotty about which patch of grass belonged to Dave's caravan and which belonged to them.
Dave's Revenge
Dave once had a job as a TV repairman. He waited till the cranky couple went out for a day, and changed the flex from the TV aerial so it went to a vcr in Dave's caravan. He then sorted out a remote to control their TV.
He started it slow, playing ten minutes of bizarre pornography on their TV. He could hear them shouting about it but they kept on about the kids.
So he stepped up the campaign a couple of days later. He whacked the volume right up on a particularly vocal performance while his kids were playing outside, then hammered on the door wanting to know why they couldn't keep the noise of the filthy porn down while his kids were about. Ooh, they were not happy.
The final master stroke came the following day, when they complained to the site manager about the TV acting up. Helpful Dave mentions being a TV repairman and is PAID to fix the problem. While fixing the problem, he decided to go with the cliche and hide seafood inside the caravan.