YTS and Work Experience abuse
I think I've posted this b4 so soz if I have :(

We used to systematically abuse work experience peeps and YTS kids in an old computer games shop. It ranged from the usual prank errands ("Get some suppositories or however it's spelt from the chemists, there's a good lad") and pranks involving masking taping someone's Mars Bar with half a roll of tape to some downright evil ones.
My old neighbour, a nice enough lad called Daryl, wanted to do work experience with us. I had a chat to him and his mum and tried to talk him out of it (as I knew we were a bunch of feckers) but no, his heart was set on gaming for 2 weeks.

He didn't make it.

Within the short time he was there we had;

1 - Run out of the bog standard practical jokes. I mean he was just taking them; he was like a prank-sponge.
2 - Hidden most of his stuff randomly around the shop floor and got him to play "Treasure Hunt".
3 - Got him to re-do the large shop window display. When he was in there we locked the door, went outside the shop and stuck a bit of paper on the window with the words "DO NOT FEED THE ANIMAL" written on it. We left him there for 1/2 an hour.

The crunch surprisingly happened on the next prank which resulted in him storming out of the shop never to return.

4 - We had an office toilet which was right down the back of the store; twas a good 20 yards away from the shop floor and at the end of a long bendy corridor looping around the back of the building. One thing with this small toilet room was that there was a small ground-floor window which was unprotected. So the solution for this was to bolt the OUTSIDE of the door, rather than barring the window (and making the building more secure). It meant that when Daryl was comfily having a poo one of the lads walked past the outside of the toilet and quietly locked him in.
20 yards away we were back on the shop floor listening to shouting eminating from the back. For a few minutes we all laughed, then the shouting turned to screaming. Pure fear containing screams, echoing through the corridor to our ears. Somethings not right here....
A few minutes later one of the guys eventually thinks "Ok, maybe he's had enough" and walked out to the toilet, unlocking the door. Daryl walks straight down the corridor, tears streaming down his now purple face and straight out of the shop, never to return. "Uh oh, we broke it" says Chris.

I get home from work and go straight around Daryl's house, trying to find out what happened. Turns out that Daryl was highly claustrophobic and nearly had a nervous breakdown being locked in the small toilet room for 3/4's of an hour.

Well I did warn the daft fecker, the mum was witness to that.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 17:36, Reply)