I love playing pranks on everyone. It gets better when I am doing it on my elder brother. Well, he never realizes the brain behind the prank even though, I am always around the scene of the happening...
So a month back, I was successful at sneaking into my brother's room and getting his Mobile Phone. OK, I was a thief. But it doesn't matter...
Anyways, as I was getting out with the phone, I was caught. Not by my brother but Tyson, my dog. The guy knew I was up to no good and started the "Level 10" barking. This is the level at which he is really loud and annoying. The only thing I could do was throw back his phone and get out of the place.
But yesterday, I got a bit clever. Everyone accepts some bribe. So does my dog. So I had to part from the Sneakers Bar I had with me. He wanted the whole thing and not just a half piece. But, at least I was getting ready for some whole lot of fun.
The only person in the world who would save the number of his Barber is my brother. Unbelievable. And guess what he's named him? - Cutting Boy. That is silly and the name is out of this world in idiocy. I managed to change his number and add in mine there.
Tyson was still outside having my Sneaker bar. There was still some left. I could have taken it. But I didn't. I am honest and never cheat in bribery. I waited while my brother got back to his room. The texting carnival was just beginning...
"Hey there. Its been a long time. You have never arrived for an Hair cut..."
It took him almost 10 minutes to reply to that. I guess he didn't expect a message from the Cutting Boy.
"No thanks. I just got one a week back."
"That's alright. You can simply drop by for another haircut today."
This was getting really funny. After some more time came a reply, "I am sorry. I have work today. Have a good day!"
I wasn't giving up that quick. I texted him again, "If not you. At least send in somebody else. Does your brother need a haircut?"
Now this reply was quicker than I thought. "I will send him right away. He is doing nothing as of now and sure does need a haircut. His hair looks like a large bush. You might need a garden shear. Here, take his number..."
That was the end. It was a no man's game. But at least, I was the one winning. Maybe, he had checked on the Cutting Boy's number.
I was convinced he had realized, it was me. I was pretty sure at least Tyson would have back stabbed me. But no!
At Dinner, he told my Dad, "The barber just down the street messages me today calling me for a haircut. Really weird."
I had to say something, "Hey, you share your phone number with a total stranger? And you message your barber?"
I never say all this. I guess my Dad had realized what had happened. But until the story doesn't pop out to my brother, everything is fine...