High School, my second-to-last year there. Grade 12, here in Canada, that was. Me and 3 friends (all of us quite large for high-schoolers) went to the mall beside our school, chose a few cars, and hoisted them up by their wheel-wells, and moved them to new parking spots at the other end of the lot, then sat and watched people come out and hunt for their cars. Always good for much laughter.
Two years prior, we moved our most-hated music teacher\'s Pinto into the teacher\'s exit of the school, so that they all had to go around the long way to get to the teacher\'s parking lot from the office.
We got caught for that one, but the principal was laughing so hard at the audacity of it that our punishment was only a letter of apology to the owner of the Pinto.
I also won a $50 bet with a cop in a similar manner. Hating parallel parking as so many do, and driving my Honda Accord at the time, I pulled the front end into my selected spot, and got out. A cop car was right behind me, and of course, stopped and got out too. \"What are you doing?\"
\"Parallel parking, sir.\"
\"You aren\'t done yet.\"
\"I know. I\'m finishing now. I\'m going to carry it into place.\"
He bet me that I couldn\'t do it. I then grabbed my car by the rear bumper, and with what was then only a moderate effort, stepped it sideways until I was perfectly parallel parked.
The cop threatened to arrest me for illegal gambling, but had to let me go when I pointed out that he\'d shook hands on the bet, so he paid me, instead of having to arrest himself, too.
These days, I can still pull that trick, but it\'s more dragging the car than lifting.
