Title: Halloween (In)Justice Type: Humorous Date Published: 2006-10-26 Can be purchased in Volume 1

     As a faculty member at a local university, I sometimes have students ask me where I live. I am leery of this, especially at Halloween time. Years ago, when I was a new faculty member, I had a colleague that enjoyed having students hit his house with toilet paper. He always felt it was a sign of their affection for him. I, personally, could do without cleaning up the mess. Thus it got so that when students asked me where I lived, I would tell them if they wanted an address I would give them one. But the address I would always give them was his. I knew this was misleading, but I didn't directly say it was mine.
     Inevitably, my colleague would come to work the next day and laugh, "Those little devils hit me again!" I would just laugh along with him, especially since I was not the one who had to clean the mess out of my trees. He was surprised at the increase in his popularity in those years, and I was more than happy to let him revel in the joy of his students' love for him.
     However, he grew older and eventually left us. At first I was at a loss as to what to do. But it wasn't long until a new faculty member joined our department. I nonchalantly asked him where he lived and then memorized his address. Soon, his house was getting hit by an exorbitant amount of certain squeezably soft personal paper products.
     But then I made a big mistake. One Halloween, when the students asked me where I lived, I put my colleague's address on the board. I moved on with my class and forgot about it. As my lecture was ending, before I had a chance to erase the board, he walked in to prepare his class. With shock, he asked what his address was doing up there. My students looked at me and grinned, and no matter how I tried to gloss it over, I knew I was in trouble.
     That particular year we owned a beautiful, female Great Pyrenees dog. We had borrowed a male Great Pyrenees to have her bred. He stood almost eye level with many people while he was standing on all fours, and when he put his paws on the fence, he looked down on almost everyone. He was especially intimidating as he protected the female, roaming diligently around our yard that nearly encompassed our house.
     We heard a ruckus in the yard late on Halloween night. The male dog started going crazy. There was a loud commotion, a van door slammed, and then the van zoomed off, leaving us wondering what it was all about.
     The next day my students approached me about turning their assignments in late. They said the server that my colleague was in charge of was not working. I didn't question them further, but told them to get the assignments in as soon as possible.
     Later in the day, one student came in to confess that it wasn't a server problem. He then told me that my colleague had decided to get me back. He had picked up a group of students in his van and driven to the store. He went in and bought a whole bunch of the largest packs of toilet paper they had. They had driven to my house to teach me a lesson, but had been chased off by the dog.
     The student told me that, when my colleague brought them back to town and dropped them off, they took all of his toilet paper with them. Then, in the early hours of the morning, when they were sure he was asleep, they went and hit his house with the toilet paper he had purchased. There was nothing wrong with the server; he knew who had done it and he had locked their accounts.
     And thus was fulfilled the scripture that says, "They shall fall into the pit which they dig for others", although my colleague might question the validity of my interpretation.