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Kosta’s Practical Joke: The Frame-up

Back in the sixties at U.C.L.A.’s Dykstra Hall dormitory where I had met my husband, Kosta, we ate with the same group of friends for most meals. The group normally included my current roommate, Joyce, and a past roommate or two. Some of us would come as soon as the dining hall door opened, get our food, and sit at one of the long tables and start eating. One by one the people we knew would join us, often bringing someone we hadn’t met yet. It was a great way to get acquainted.

I and Joyce, would normally be among the first in line waiting for the dining hall to open. As the line formed, it would pass the television room to the left, and a wide passageway between the recreation room and the vending machines. It would then continue along the wall of the hallway. Often Kosta and another friend or two were in the line with us, but on this night, only Joyce was with me in the line. We didn’t know the people in front of us and behind us.

Joyce was a wonderful person, kind, gentle, and shy. She presented a reserved face to the people she didn’t know, and most of her acquaintances would describe her as dignified. Those of us who frequently gathered in our dorm room to listen to her entertain, knew better. Joyce was an expert at imitating Donald Duck. She could earnestly recite Hamlet’s Soliloquy, and other serious works, sounding just like Donald Duck, without cracking a smile while those of us listening and watching would laugh to the point of tears. But this was an act reserved for her female friends.

When Joyce was in the presence of males, she was always very proper. Although she was beautiful, she hardly ever dated. But most men who knew Joyce were aware that she was not a woman to mess with.

On this particular evening, Joyce was standing behind me in the dinner line, purse in hand. We stood was very close to the wall that separated the hallway from the vending area, right next to the entrance to that vending area. Behind Joyce in line stood a shy, fragile-looking, young man we did not know. Today you’d call him a nerd.

Kosta, on whom Joyce had a secret crush, was known as a serious man when it came to his beliefs and his studies, but he also had a reputation for pulling off some great practical jokes. Kosta couldn’t resist the temptation to see Joyce lose her cool. He approached the line, which was almost to the vending room entrance. Joyce was right behind me. We were talking so I was turned toward her.

I saw Kosta approach, sneak up on Joyce, quickly poke her in the ribs, and dart unseen behind the wall parallel to the line just as Joyce whirled around, purse upraised, to strike the innocent bewildered youth behind her. He was saved only by Kosta’s loud and easily identified laugh, which told the indignant Joyce immediately who the real culprit was.

B. Radisavljevic, Copyright 201 5 , All Rights Reserved


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bestwriter wrote on February 7, 2015, 1:46 AM

That was good of Kosta not to take it any further level as is done by so many. Practical jokes are fine up to a point.

inertia4 wrote on February 7, 2015, 7:57 AM

BarbRad I guess that nerdy guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, it is a funny story. School kids will be kids. And life was more innocent back then.

Ellis wrote on February 7, 2015, 10:08 AM

Thanks to Political Correctness that would be classed as sexual harassment nowadays....how I miss the good old days...

OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on February 7, 2015, 1:43 PM

This is Guiness the Cat. Kosta, you sneaky puppy, you.

BarbRad wrote on February 8, 2015, 1:43 AM

I'll write more about my talented roommate soon. As for my husband, he was known for the practical jokes he was involved in on his own floor of our dorm.

BarbRad wrote on February 8, 2015, 1:44 AM

If he'd left the poor guy in the lurch long enough for Joyce to clobber him, we all would have been on his case.

BarbRad wrote on February 8, 2015, 1:45 AM

It wasn't all innocent, but my husband never did anything evil -- just obnoxious.

BarbRad wrote on February 8, 2015, 1:47 AM

My hubby will never be politically correct -- even though he was in a Communist prison at the age of 11 because of his parents' political "sins", and they were almost all killed on account of that, too.

BarbRad wrote on February 8, 2015, 1:48 AM

Actually, Guiness, he was better known around the dorm as a teddy bear. That was Joyce's name for him.

BodieMor wrote on February 8, 2015, 3:58 PM

Does Kosta manage to trick you with practical jokes after all this time?

GemOfAGirl wrote on February 8, 2015, 10:12 PM

Silly boys, emoticon :grin:

BarbRad wrote on February 9, 2015, 2:57 AM

He knows I don't appreciate these jokes. He's not allowed to play those kinds of jokes at home.

BarbRad wrote on February 9, 2015, 2:57 AM

You've got that right.