One Halloween several years ago, while working in the office where I discovered porn on my computer, I decided to dress up as, Max, one of my coworkers.
Dressing the part was easy because Max, like a lot of young, twenty-something guys, had a predilection for plaid button ups. He loved the Dodgers, and often wore a ball cap to the office. He had a tendency to roll up the cuff of his pants to show off his white athletic socks. He wore horn-rimmed glasses, and maintained some facial scruff.
Valerie, another one of our coworkers, was throwing a Halloween party at her apartment after work, so a bunch of us decided to come to the office in costume.
“Hey, you’re not dressed up today,” a manager, Ben, said when I arrived at the office.
I put up a finger and told Ben to wait, and then went into the bathroom to start applying makeup to my face to mimic facial hair, which sadly, I cannot grow. I put on a ball cap and walked back out into the office.
“You’re Max!” Ben exclaimed.
And then, a few moments later, from the doorway across the room I heard:
“Oh my god, you’re me!”
He burst out laughing, and the room erupted in laughter. Then I started laughing—out of relief more than anything. I had managed to prank Max.