Impractical Joke

When I was in middle school, I used to like to do simple magic tricks for my family. I loved disappearing ink. I had a few bottles of it and loved squirting it on unsuspecting people.

 

One day a friend of my mom's was over and she was wearing a white frilly summer dress. I doused her with the ink. She screamed. I think she almost fainted. She looked at me, mouth agape, as if I had stabbed her. She was at a loss for words. All she could do was jabber.

 

I thought she would be mildly surprised, this super-freak-out was not a reaction I expected. Worse, the stuff didn't work right. Instead of fading from black to invisible, it faded to dark yellow. Oops. That did not go over well. More jabbering. We waited for a half hour. Still yellow. I was pretty sorry about that.

 

I don't think she cared that I was sorry. I don't think she knew what disappearing ink was. In fact, I don't think she ever figured that whole incident out.