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Mine was in high school, almost 30 years ago.
It was the week prior to graduation and the senior class always got together at midnight for a Senior Prank. Typically, it involved something traditional like toilet papering the school or painting the bell.
Well....we had to be different. We all got together and decided to hang as many pairs of very large underware outside the school. Everyone hit K-Mart and bought those 3-pack of the cheapest we could find.
Most people took the easy route and hung their pairs in the courtyard trees or dangling from the school sign, and left. After all, it was a school night and after midnight.
Six guys and myself (I was the ring-leader) decided to tie all of our pairs together and run them up the flagpole. We were all laughing so hard that one of the neighbors heard us and called the police since they thought we were breaking into the school.
Here comes the police, and haul all of us to the station -- which was only a few blocks away. It turned out that not only was I the only girl, I was the only one that was 18. So as the police were calling the parents of the minors for curfew violations, they were contemplating vandalism charges against me. I don't remember caring that much.
I'm not sure why they called my parents since I was not a minor, but my dad told me he started to laugh as they told him that I was being held for running women's underware up the flag pole. I then saw the officer get a strange look on his face. When he put my dad on hold, he said, "Your dad wants to know if any of the pairs were your mother's".
My sarcastic response, "No, they are not her size".
Someone was on the phone with the principal. Not sure what all was discussed but we were all told that everything needed to be cleaned up by 6:00 am or we would be charged. So, we grabbed trash bags from the police station and cleaned up over 500 pairs of underware and piled them into my Chevette (it was 1980, ok!).
Being 18 and never cleaning up my car, I carried the trashbags full of underware around all summer. Finally, at an end of the summer party, I emptied the bags into the Junior Class President's car (he was a good friend). I never found out if he passed them on.
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