“Baked Potato”
Uncle Kenny was the type that always kept his car polished and if anything wasn’t mechanically perfect it would be in the shop that evening. When he went into a gas station, the service attendant was not allowed to wipe his windshield with their filthy rag. We were not allowed to even touch it. One evening while Kenny wasn’t looking. Gayle and I got a potato and shoved it up his exhaust pipe. Gayle and I set our alarm for 10 minutes before Kenny headed for work. The next morning Kenny came out, got in his car and started it up. Everything was fine at first. He pulled out of his driveway and headed to work. As he straightened out and gave it some gas, it misfired. He goosed the gas pedal to clear the gas line, and we heard a loud pop. The potato had dislodged as it skipped down the road toward us, we jumped to get out of its trajectory, but it hit the curb and bounced up hitting Gayle right in the head. Kenny got out of his car to find out what had caused the pop. As he walked around the car he saw Gayle laying on the ground and me standing beside him. He never knew just what happened but he said later he was sure we had something to do with it. Gayle got up with a red lump on his forehead and said “whose stupid idea was this anyway.”