Disclaimer::
Behind the scenes where I work, we are assholes to each other. We play all kinds of cards, especially the big ones like race, gender and sexuality. We're all from different races, cultures, ages, orientations and genders, and we're close enough to know none of us mean any harm, and it's all good fun, and we're brave enough to let each other know when a joke has gone too far (VERY rare thing, because we all have love for each other <3).

If you've played Cards Against Humanity... we're the living embodiment of the game.

Examples:

I've had an entire cup of cold water poured down my back, one of my colleagues had an unused, six month old, mouldy, damp mop rubbed on his work top and his face (his work top has never smelt the same since - and my god, did it STINK), someone else had an old ceiling tile "dropped" on their head, we've put fake spiders in game cases, been locked in the toilet, shut in bins, rubber band attacked, ladder earthquakes (I get this one a lot because I use it more), salt in someone's cereal, turning the lights out and scaring the shit out of each other, "kick me" signs, hijacking someone's Facebook/texts, taking the piss out of accents, donning different accents, stereotyping... basically, I could go on.

Bottomline: we're dangerous and offensive to each other, but it's all in good fun. Sometimes our regular customers join in on our practical jokes, but we turn the offence down when on the shop floor (unless it's quiet, and we can get away with it). If anything goes too far, it's taken seriously, and those involved sit down and have a chat about it (last time was a texting issue last year when someone sent a message to another colleague's ex boyfriend - wasn't cool, probably the furthest something has ever gone).


Today:

My colleague tucked his t-shirt into his trousers, and then his trousers into his socks. Then donned the thickest of Indian accents you can possibly imagine (he is Indian himself, but he has a very west-London accent), snuck up to one of our regular customers (who is used to our shenanigans) and asked "DO YOU BE NEEDING HELP?" He then started dancing everywhere, in a style you could only describe as (and I hate the word used in this context) "fresh". His cousin, who was working today too (see, we are close!) said "You'd never believe he was six months off the boat." We dared him to continue for a while, but he dropped the accent very quickly, and then sorted himself out when a group of tourists came in.

We were really quiet because of the rain, all of our tasks had been completed, and no one was around so... that's what we got up to for half an hour.