One Summer night after seeing a movie, Dan, Chris, and I decided we should try to do something crazy, a la Buzzkill (a candid camera show on MTV at the time).
A few ideas were thrown out, but the one that got us excited was to go to the McDonald's on 48th Street in Lincoln and pose as repairman sent from corporate headquarters.
We went back to my house, where my roommate Jim had not one, not two, but three matching pairs of coveralls. Why? Because all of us that lived in the house (3120 Vine St. in Lincoln) were Young Life leaders who always had some sort of costume and game props lying around.
Anyway, back to the story. Dan was a little iffy on the whole thing, but after a little convincing, he was in. We got a couple of toolboxes lined up and put on the coveralls.
Of course, no playland repair guy would look complete without nametags and some sort of marking insignia...so we got out the 3x5" notecards baby! We each made a sort of nametag by writing on the notecard with a blue ballpoint pen--in cursive, like mechanics have. Then, to add the final touch we made up "McDonald's" logo that we drew on another notecard with a pen and colored in with a yellow highlighter. They looked terrible!
We then taped the notecards to our chest using scotch tape. It looked so ridiculous, with the badly-drawn McDonald's logo on the left side of our chests, and a badly-written nametag on the right. And they were all shiny because of the tape affixing it to our coveralls. We were all set.
Here are some photos we took before we left for the dastardly deed:
So we all left for McDonald's, trying to figure out our plan of attack. When we arrived we had our script all planned out. The walk from the car to the front door of the restaurant was very difficult, because we were trying so hard to keep from laughing and blowing our cover. We succeeded.
When we first walked in, I saw my girlfriend Melinda (now, my wife) behind the counter, and I ignored her, hoping to not give the stunt away. Melinda knew we were up to something so she quietly smiled and tried not to laugh at how ridiculous we looked. We instead asked the girl next to her if we could get into the Playland to repair it.
The conversation went like this:
|Girl Behind Counter:||(Extremely puzzled look) Can I help you?|
|Paul:||Hi, we're with Corporate, they sent us to repair the Playland. Is it open?|
|Girl Behind Counter:||Excuse me?|
|Chris:||They told us the Playland was broken. We're here to fix it.|
|Dan:||Yeah, that's why we're here so late.|
|Girl Behind Counter:||(long pause) Let me get the manager...|
|Male Manager:||(Coming out from the back room with another female manager) Can I help you?|
|Paul:||Yeah, Corporate sent us to repair the Playland, they said it was broke (opens wallet to flash his Driver's license all official-like). Should we come back later?|
|Chris:||It's something to do with the airball mechanism.|
|Dan:||We got all the necessary tools right here, we just need in|
|At this point we're all on the verge of losing it...|
|Female Manager:||(Getting her keys out to let us into the Playland area) Are you guys for real?|
|Paul:||(Trying to look incredulous at the accusation) Of course! I mean, we've got badges and everything.|
|Female Manager:||You guys are full of %$#@ aren't you?!|
|Chris, Dan, and Paul:||(laughing hysterically) No!|
At this point everyone was laughing at the joke. We were hoping to get into the Playland before the end of the night, but we just couldn't keep a straight face long enough.
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