I just came home from a long day at school.

Hangry as all hell,

A bit crabby at Dezeray,

And glad to be home.

Grandma notices and slides me a bowl of homemade hotdish, smiling warmly.

I thank her and participate in a small chat about our days.

A little later, she gets all excited and declared she wanted to show me a cool joke.

I asked her what she meant, watching as she got a rag, a penny, and a water bottle, full to the top.

She says she saw it on tv, and really wanted to show me.

I just nod in agreement and tell her to, my interest perked.

She puts the penny on the table, and puts the water bottle on it. Then she lays the rag over it.

"Abracadabra cadoo! Make this.. Uh.. penny go into you!!" She yelled, and pulled off the rag.

Puzzled, I knit my brow and watched her unscrew the cap, thinking up a theory on what she was doing, maybe making the penny disappear when she lifted the bottle or something.

"Look! Now it's inside!" She exclaims after peeking into the bottle, pulling away and making room so I can move closer, gesturing for me to look.

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask as I lean in, positioning my eye so I could see down to the bottom of the bottle when-

A blast of water erupts directly into my face like a recreation of Old Faithful.

My mind, shaken in shock and at a loss towards the turn of the events, loses its shit.

I thought:

She pranked me.

She pranked me good.

I've seen this done before.

Even contemplated doing it myself.

But no.

I fell for it.

I just got dunked on.

By my 56 year old grandmother.

Damn.

This..

This is..

This must be..

What everyone I've ever pranked felt like in their life.

That..

Overwhelming pain of being turned on.

The sharp sting of your comrades loyalty digging deeper into your back.

I..

..

All I can say..

Is..

It still hilarious when I prank my friends and family and nothing will stop me from doing it again.

And

GG, Gma.

G freaking G.