Grandcarryauto
There was a prick of a prefect at school. Loved being a prefect, dolled out punishments for everything with a smug satisfaction.

Everyone hated him. I was, to be fair, a little shit and therefore I was on his hit list. So I received a lot of detentions, lines and our schools own punishment "Ifs" which was to copy Rudyard Kipling's 'If' out multiple times.

He needed taking down a peg or two so I devised a plan.

He drove a Fiat 126. They were shitty little cars and when I say little they really where small so I decided to move it.

I was a weakling short arse but I convinced some rugby types to help. we they carried his car across the car park and dropped it between two classroom blocks that left gaps no more than a few inches either side of his car.

I watched him leave after school. He walked up to his parking spot to find his car gone. He flapped around in a mad panic before deciding he'd better phone the police to report his shitheap stolen. But in order to get to the front hall where the payphone was (this was 1980's; no mobiles) he had to use the aforementioned gap.

He found his car! He cussed the world shook his fists and generally had a bit of a paddy. Then he spent a fruitless 20 mins trying a 1000 point turn to get out but unfortunately I had to go home so I didn't see how he eventually got it out.

Double unfortunately he was still a prick
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 22:47, 1 reply)

There was a prefect like that at my school.
One day I even overheard a teacher referring to him as a "little Hitler".
( .Yeti., Sat 10 Sep 2011, 0:55, closed)