As I was driving Holly to Rothes today, to visit her boyfriend, a memory popped into my head and I became helpless with laughter. Something Holly said, reminded me of how much my ex used to be such a wind up merchant, being just generally annoying, a bit like a child all the time and one of his favourite past times was jumping out and scaring me.
He used to wait til I went into the toilet and while I was in there, he would crouch down in front of the door and when I opened it, he would just quietly stand up! The amount of times I screamed with fright, clutching my heart and spewing forth expletives while he nearly wet himself laughing I can't begin to count but suffice to say, I fell for it every time.
Sometimes I would get such a fright that I would lash out at him and that would make him laugh all the more.
When we moved into the house I am living in now, our bedroom had an en suite shower. I had been out with the kids for a few hours and when I got back I left them playing in the garden. I shouted on my ex to let him know that we were home but got no reply. So I went looking for him. I heard running water and traced it to the en suite shower. I shouted again but he obviously hadn't heard me as he was singing in the shower at the top of his voice.
That's when the idea came to me, to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The en suite shower room had a glass panel in the top half of the door so when I crouched down, I was convinced that he would see me through the glass. He took ages to come out of the shower. I must of crouched there for well over 10 mins by the time he had finished showering and dried himself off. I was starting to get cramp in my legs and was convinced that I was not going to be able to stand up when the time came and had to stuff my fist into my mouth to stifle the bouts of giggles that kept bubbling over at the thought of getting my own back on him.
FINALLY he opened the door and I silently stood up. There was like a 5 second delay before he started to scream and clutch his heart, staggering back, naked, into the shower room and then he dropped to his knees crying, he'd got such a fright.
By this time, I am also on my knees, bent double with laughter, crying so hard, I couldn't get breath. The more he cried and swore the more I laughed! I eventually managed to crawl up onto the bed, where I lay curled up in a ball, hysterical with laughter while he got himself together and stormed out.
I must have lain there and laughed for about an hour before I was able to get control of myself.. For the rest of the week, every time I remembered I would be bent double, crying with laughter and the ex was so not amused. That was nearly 9 years ago and it can still make me laugh uncontrollably even now.
Karma is such a bitch eh?
He used to wait til I went into the toilet and while I was in there, he would crouch down in front of the door and when I opened it, he would just quietly stand up! The amount of times I screamed with fright, clutching my heart and spewing forth expletives while he nearly wet himself laughing I can't begin to count but suffice to say, I fell for it every time.
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Sometimes I would get such a fright that I would lash out at him and that would make him laugh all the more.
When we moved into the house I am living in now, our bedroom had an en suite shower. I had been out with the kids for a few hours and when I got back I left them playing in the garden. I shouted on my ex to let him know that we were home but got no reply. So I went looking for him. I heard running water and traced it to the en suite shower. I shouted again but he obviously hadn't heard me as he was singing in the shower at the top of his voice.
That's when the idea came to me, to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The en suite shower room had a glass panel in the top half of the door so when I crouched down, I was convinced that he would see me through the glass. He took ages to come out of the shower. I must of crouched there for well over 10 mins by the time he had finished showering and dried himself off. I was starting to get cramp in my legs and was convinced that I was not going to be able to stand up when the time came and had to stuff my fist into my mouth to stifle the bouts of giggles that kept bubbling over at the thought of getting my own back on him.
FINALLY he opened the door and I silently stood up. There was like a 5 second delay before he started to scream and clutch his heart, staggering back, naked, into the shower room and then he dropped to his knees crying, he'd got such a fright.
By this time, I am also on my knees, bent double with laughter, crying so hard, I couldn't get breath. The more he cried and swore the more I laughed! I eventually managed to crawl up onto the bed, where I lay curled up in a ball, hysterical with laughter while he got himself together and stormed out.
I must have lain there and laughed for about an hour before I was able to get control of myself.. For the rest of the week, every time I remembered I would be bent double, crying with laughter and the ex was so not amused. That was nearly 9 years ago and it can still make me laugh uncontrollably even now.
Karma is such a bitch eh?
