A good buddy of mine and I got into a few rounds of practical jokes. This guy had a dream job. He was a V.P.in charge of Government Affairs at a major U.S. airline. Basically, he was a lobbyist who spent a fair amount of time (and his airline's money) on golf junkets at spectacular places in the country and abroad entertaining members of Congress.
In addition, he would travel first class at no charge on frequent vacations. He was well compensated for his hard work and consequently lived in a nice house in a desirable area near me. He got in the habit of making it a point to call me when he was away at a posh resort. One cold, rainy night in December in Virginia, I received such a call from him on his trip to Maui just to see how the weather was. After 10 minutes of conversation with the appropriate amount of name calling, I hung up.
I needed to get back at him in some way. It came to me almost immediately. My son, Tom, was at home. We both put on our rain gear and got in the Jeep. We scoured the neighborhood and collected about a dozen "For Sale" signs from various houses that were on the market. Several different realtors were represented.
We took these signs and hammered them in all over my friend's lawn. As this was a desirable house, a lot of people took notice over the next several days. When my friend returned at the end of the week, he and his wife arrived late at night, jet-lagged and sleep deprived. and went right to bed without noticing the signs. He was awakened early the next morning by an insistant prospective buyer demanding to know the asking price since he wanted to be the first to make an offer. His wife was not at all happy either. She was a realtor who felt obliged to return the signs to all the different companies. I imagine she made him do it.