Late one night in college I arranged the folding chairs in the choir room so their back legs would drop down into the gap in the risers at the slightest touch. Had humanities class in the room the next morning - first class of the day - so got there early to watch the humanity.
Too bad that girl sat down with a warm beverage in one hand. The basketball player didn’t look too graceful, either. I just kept my eyes on the text book as if nothing was happening.
Then there was the year I decided to jump out of the bushes and scare kids one Halloween. That lasted until some kid with a cudgel indulged the natural response of self defense. I didn’t know what hit me.
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