Yesterday, I sent the following text message to Persephone:
Two giraffes from the circus or radio city or somewhere flattened by a city garbage truck on madison ave. still happening. One is still alive but they r going to shoot him probably
No response for a few hours, so I sent an IM: "jesus i think i'm just going to go home. they shot the one that was still alive. they put up like a shield thing so nobody could see but obv u could hear it."
No reply for a bit, then this conversation ensued:
Persephone: shot who?
Steve: see my text?
Steve: you don't uyse your phone!
Persephone: i just got our of 4 mtgs
Persephone: OMG OMG
Persephone: that is so terrible
Steve: i know
Steve: and so ironic that it happened on april fool's...
Persephone: wait - I was in meetings not ignoring my phone!
Persephone: what were giraffes doing on the street?
Steve: walking from the stables on e34th st
Then I felt that enough was enough and called her and put her out of her misery and wished her a happy April Fool's Day.
So I guess it's fair, cosmically speaking, that I was completely taken in by the story of the new Frank Gehry tower just south of the Brooklyn Bridge on the Manhattan side, an extremely shiny building with many curved surfaces which had set fire to several nearby buildings recently, including the Woolworth Building...
and the hulking and awful Verizon building...
...as well as New York Downtown hospital (not shown). The full story is here.
I will say in my defense that I caught on before I got to the "Good one April fool!" comments. (And the scolding, joyless, misguided "Idiotic joke after 9/11" comment, this one by someone called Ortopio. Let it go, Ortopio: let it go, man. Nobody cares.)
Anyway. Oh, and actually, Persephone got me back yesterday too, by telling me that her friend L had just seen a sonogram of her future child and that it had six fingers on one hand, but that they'll just "remove it at birth." I said that I doubted it was that simple, but she said that yeah, "that's what they do - they just cut it off soon after the baby is born. it's like a little nubbin." She let me go credulously on for a few more minutes and then reminded me what the date was. (You got me, P: you got me! I should have been onto you at "nubbin" if not before, but you got me.)