He and I were in the school bathroom early that morning, right before classes were to begin. I was drying my hands on a paper towel just as he was coming out of the stall from his morning constitution. He never noticed me reaching in my back pocket as he began washing his hands at the sink. Like a slight-of-hand magician, I secretly held in my palm the object I�d pulled from my back pocket. It was a 10 foot long section of toilet paper rolled up tightly into a small ball.

He dried his hands and began combing his hair. I saw the back of his shirt-tail untucked as usual. I grabbed the shirt-tail and began tucking it back in place, telling him that he forgot about it again. Unbeknownst to him, I stuffed one end of the toilet paper roll into his jeans along with the shirt-tail. He finished combing his hair and thanked me for my help. When he turned to walk out the bathroom, the coil of toilet paper unrolled and trailed behind him like a white slithering snake.

I followed him at a distance, hiding myself in the crowd of students making their way to class. I�d probably be tardy for my own class, but it�d be worth it. All along the hallway, kids were laughing and pointing in his direction. The confused look on his face as they giggled at him was hilarious. He made it all the way across the school to his classroom where the teacher pointed out the long white trail behind him. His expression of outrage, upon discovering the attached serpentine of tissue, was priceless.

Had I been paying more attention, I would�ve seen the diabolical plot for revenge in his eyes. But instead, I spent the rest of the day replaying the hilarious event in my mind. There were several times when people looked at me strangely, wondering what I found so amusing. If they only knew.

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