And then they came in. They were blue and silver.
Detroit Lions colors.
I had overheard the manager casually mention he was a Lions fan. Pretty much everybody in the warehouse (except for me, the guy who doesn't like football) is a Bears fan. And everyone was happily wearing their new sweatshirts in the colors of their division rivals. All I could think was, "Well played. Well played indeed."
Today, I'm in the supervisors' office to talk about vacation requests for next year as I am planning to go to Florida. I don't remember exactly how it came up, but at some point, I sniffed to one of the supervisors, Hey, I'm not the one standing around in Detroit Lions colors.
The supervisor looked at me like I just said the Apocalypse starts in ten minutes, good seats still available. "What?"
I pointed to his sweatshirt and said, Those are Detroit Lions colors.
He looked like Bruce Willis during the big reveal in The Sixth Sense. He immediately rushed out of the office to the manager's office next door to "talk" to the manager. After a few seconds, the manager looks at me through the window and gives me a big smile and a thumbs up.
The supervisor comes back in, shock on his face. He couldn't believe it. I just quietly left and would finish the discussion later.
At lunch, I recount the story to a couple of table mates. Both of whom were wearing the sweatshirts.
Both of whom looked down at the sweatshirts like an alien was going to burst out of their chests. "OH, GODDAMMIT!!!"
My manager zonked the entire building.
And the only one who knew what the fuck was going on was the one person that doesn't give two shits about football.
I don't think it's because I'm smarter than them. I think it's just that it takes a prankster to spot a prank.