My Neighbor and the CMG. Again.

I may have pulled off an excellent prank. But I’ll likely never know.

Neighbor asked what I wanted to do for my birthday. I suggested we get coffee and do our usual shopping trips. She responded “YES! and YES!” That alone wins her the title of my favorite person ever. Actually, just asking what I wanted to do on my birthday was enough. But it got even better.

We first arranged to go to brunch with another friend. Neighbor picked me up, which is sort of funny, since we’re two houses apart, but then I saw the side of her car.

(This was taken while parked at the restaurant, not our street.)

And here’s what was waiting inside the car.

Isn’t she gorgeous? And what’s that on her arm? Why, it’s a tattoo of my face!!!

Now get a load of the foresight of this woman!

She brought more tattoo stickers AND A PRE-MOISTENED SPONGE IN A ZIPLOC BAG so our friend could sport a tattoo as well!

That face on her arm is almost haunting, isn’t it? They came out rather dark, unfortunately.

After a lovely brunch, Neighbor and I hit the store. CMG (That’s Chex Mix Guy, for any newcomers) greeted us, and Neighbor offered him a tattoo. He was not interested in utilizing her sponge to apply the tattoo, but he did at least take one. We chatted for a minute, and that was the last we saw of him.

While the helpful produce person showed me where the grapes were, I had a scathingly brilliant idea. [Anyone know what that’s from?] I said to the produce guy, “You know your manager, Eric?” (Not his real name.)

“Yeah,” the guy said.

“Do you all call him E-Dog here?”

“No, I’ve never called him that.”

“You should, he loves it.”

“Okay, yeah. I definitely will!”

Can you hear my inner cackle?

I returned to Neighbor by the veggies with a mischievous grin and began telling her the story by saying, “Guess what I just did.”

In the check-out line, I looked at her with that same grin, as I weighed my options. The older guy scanning our groceries looked half asleep, and perhaps like he took life too seriously. That left me to consider the teenager on the bagging end–young, likely to enjoy a little fun.

“Do you guys call your manager E-Dog here?”

He glanced up at me, shook his head, said, “No,” and went back to bagging.

Then the checker came to life in full force. (Wow, did I have these two wrong!)

“Nah, I call him Wipeout because a few weeks ago he came in here with a cane after hurting himself surfing.”

(Poor E-Dog!)

The checker continued his lively discourse. Then I said to them both, “Well, if you want to make him laugh or get on his good side, you should definitely call him E-Dog.” The bagger sort of nodded noncommittally, but the checker seemed all for it.

Will any of them actually do it? If so, how will the CMG react? I’m guessing with confusion. Will he eventually figure out that it was I who instigated this fantabulous prank? We may never know.

Your thoughts?