April Fools

I didn't get fooled this year, nor did I do any fooling, and I miss it. I remember one year, I was meeting with some schoolmates at MSU to work on a project on April 1st. I had told Miguel earlier about a spate of tire-slashings at the college and that one of my groupmates had been a victim the week before. So, when I called him from a payphone at the college, he was very disappointed to hear me say, "My tire's been slashed."
"Which one?" he asks.
"The front driver's side," I say. "I'm not the only one in the lot, either. Like 6 or 8 other cars have slashed tires too."
"Did you call Triple A?"
"Yes, but it will take them 3 hours to get here, and I don't want to have to wait for them." The lies were rolling off my tongue so sweetly.
"Where are you? How do you get there? I'll come pick you up," he says.
I gave him directions, spending a good 5 minutes making sure he knew exactly where to find me. Of course, I wasn't going to be there for even a moment after we hung up. I drove about halfway home, and stopped at pathmark to use another payphone.
I called his cell. "Hi, you don't need to come and get me," I said.
"Why not? Is triple A there?"
"No," I said, "I'm not there anymore."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at Pathmark. And by the way, April Fools."
After muttering a choice epithet, he hung up on me. I was laughing so hard, I didn't even care. When I arrived home 5 minutes later, he was surly as a cat with a pricker in its paw.
"Oh, come on," I said, "you've fooled me so often I can't even keep track. And you can't take one little joke?"
A few hours later, among friends, he admitted, "She got me real good today."
And that was my first successful April Fools attempt. I don't think I've managed to repeat it, but boy was I thrilled to pull one over on my practical-joking man!