Janette didn't come out of the building, by some miracle. We finished, stood there looking at it,
then went into the building to get her. I know it's bad form to be there when somebody finds the
practical joke that you left for them, but there really wasn't any way around it. And she would have
known we did it whether or not we were there.
She was sitting in the lounge playing with something. We came back, sat down and ended up staying there
for almost another hour before we decided to go back to her house and grill burgers for dinner. The
whole time we were screaming inside but somehow managed to keep it together.
How can you be mad at something like this? After realizing that her Jeep wasn't stolen, it had just
changed color, and what we had done sunk in, she wasn't sure if she should be mad or strangely proud.
She settled for a mix of the two, with some bewilderment, awe and shock mixed in as well.
I ended up lending her my car for the next day or so, because none of us wanted to take the foil off yet,
and we wanted more people to see it.
It wasn't until we got up to her house that we realized the bag of charcoal and lighter fluid were foiled
inside of her Jeep.
A day or two later she needed something that was in it, so we had to take the foil off. We saved it,
because it seemed like a waste to throw it away. It sat back there for the next week or so, and it
amused us to no end, making little foil balls and throwing them at each other, and yelling at the rattle
that it made whenever we hit a bump.
Note: The foil came out of the back of the Jeep because they used it to wrap the inside of my car as
revenge. They left it fully functional, using a seperate piece for everything that moved. Dashboard, seats,
pedals, volume knob, all the levers, steering wheel, Oh-My-God handles, rear view mirror, and the little flippy
lever behind it. I left what I could until it fell off on its own. The Oh-God handle is still wrapped, as
is the rear view mirror flippy lever.
