Job site prank gone bad

The bosses son recently sold a 16’ inclosed trailer to one of the guys on my crew.
His name is Big Rusty. He’s 6’7” and probably 350 lbs. mid 50’s
We’re building a resort for a lady we do a lot of work for. They have a trailer very similar to what Big Rusty bought.
Yesterday I told one of her maintenance workers to mention that she sold me that trailer.
He told Rusty that he was upset she sold me that trailer because he wanted it.
Here comes Big Rusty. He asks if I bought that trailer. I said yes but how did he know. He says he just overheard.
He then goes on about how much better the one he bought is.
Then he says I only had to give $6000 for it. He asked me how much I gave?
I told him she let me have it for $300.00
He threw his hands up and proceeded to throw a fit like a little kid. He actually started crying.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
I told him it was a joke but he was useless the rest of the day.
I’m sure I’m gonna get a good chewin soon.

I sold a group of Heifers to a man. I saw him later and he told me he resold those Heifers for more than my asking price. I said good,we both made money! People have no backbone or self responsibility!

Had a painter who had bought a MG midget.  It was in the shop most of the first 6 months of its lift.  He was so happy to get out on the road that he drove it to the job.  We picked the rear and put it on concrete blocks which had the tires almost on the ground.  Needless to say, there was a mad painter for a little while until he found out it was not the car.

Big Rusty would not have lasted long where I worked. Sounds like he has an ego problem.

I worked with a Maint Crew for 30 years.... First sign of weakness and there were 20 guys all over you looking for blood from the bleeding carcass.  

When I was in School the Librarian drove a VW Beetle.4 of us big Farm Boys picked it up and moved it behind some shrubs. Didn't get in any trouble as we were bigger than the Principal!

jaybmiller wrote: Wifey 'wants'(aka demands...) me to get rid of everything 'no longer needed', so I've been slowly either giving stuff away to DESERVING neighbours or selling to strangers. ALWAYS asks 'how much did you get for it'. I mumble a low price,usually with 'well at least it's gone'.

Thad in AR. wrote: When I still worked in the city I would stop for gas at a store about half way home. One day I got gas and came back out to leave. My truck was gone. Soon panic set in and I was gonna call the cops. I was heading towards the pay phone when I happen to notice my neighbor laughing his butt off. He had pulled my truck behind the store while I was in paying.

About 25 years ago or so we had a new "mechanic" that just started a week or two prior. I had my bays with work bench and he was walking around seeing what's going on. There was a quart mason jar I had half full of gasoline sitting there to see what the water content was once it settled out. New guy asked "what's that". I told him it was our yearly urine sample and was surprised they hadn't asked for his yet. Insurance reasons. Well no they haven't. I told him they will soon enough.

One time a few years back our boss hired a kid with earrings the size of Copenhagen cans.
He didn’t know a hammer from a scoop shovel.
I told him to go get us a box of toe nails.
He asked where they are? I told him ask the boss cause he got us some yesterday.
The boss wasn’t pleased.

I was 15, driving a bundle wagon tractor for the last thrashing outfit in the county.  One of the two brothers that owned the outfit would usually be pretty well plastered by the end of the day,  He had an old 1946 Ford pickup, (this was in 1963) that he would drive out to the field and keep his bottles in.  He and his brother went to get something and while they were gone, the crew picked up the back of the pickup and put a couple blocks under the back axle so the tires were just barely off the ground.  Later in the day, he got back in the truck, in his usual inebriated condition and attempted to drive away.  We were getting the thrashing rig ready to move to the next location and tried to act normal as he would try to drive, then get out and look at the wheels then open the hood then get under the truck, (not with it running) to figure out what was wrong.  We had already started moving the equipment by the time he gave up and he had to walk the half mile back to the farmstead to get his brother to help him.  In the meantime, a couple guys pushed the truck off the blocks.  I don't think he ever figured out what happened...

I used to work for a plumbing outfit with 3 crews .One of the crews would keep the service van running at the wholesale house when they were picking up supplies. I caught them one day as I was leaving and they were going in . Hot summer day and they left the van running with the air conditioning running full blast. I got in and kicked the heat on full blast . Later they claimed the van was so hot they thought the dash would melt. I caught the same crew in the winter leaving the van run at a job with the heat on . You guessed it , I kicked on the air .

When in high school I worked as a mail handler for the post office. Mail arrived in big canvas sacks.  Any newbie would spend most of his first shift getting sent all over the four story building to find the "bag stretcher".  Everyone he asked would send him off to the next floor as it was "used there last"!!  Good fun!