Sometimes a prank begs to be completed. When I was a freshman at a university in Utah, some people on our floor on the dorm wanted to cheer up a cousin, so they drove their jeep up a steep road on "Y" mountain. With sheets of butcher paper, they used rocks to lock the message into place: We Love You Virginia. They bragged for weeks how they planned to do it, so when they left, we had everything ready. We drove behind them about 50 yards. There were two of them 8-10 of us. We pulled our vehicle behind some tall brush and bushes, waited for them to begin going back down the mountain, and we changed the message: We Love Virgins!It didn't take long. By the time both cars reached the dorms, it was already too late to change things again, so they had to wait a few days. The original message makers were angry, sad, vengeful.
They made plans to return.
And so did we.
The message changed once a day for at least a week. We rearranged it the same way every time.
There were angry letters to the editor in papers in the valley, especially the university paper. Almost 30 years later, I mentioned the prank tactfully in a college class I taught to help students think of ideas for a creative writing assignment. After hearing my story, a hand went up immediately. One male student laughed while telling me, that his dad had been at the school that year, and he still laughed about that prank.
It's a small world, and by the way, the addition to the Wild Horses sign in Reno is a classic. Now it warns of unicorns.
Whoever did it has an incredible sense of humor. It made me smile.
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