We Are Not Amused
I think my daily exposure to the Sisters of Divine Providence may have had something to do with it.
Lord knows I’m not against jokes. I write them, I tell them, I’ll even get up in front of a microphone and a roomful of drunks and perform them, but I do not abide “April Fools” jokes.
Whenever I hear about the “jokes” people pull on the first of April I cringe. Most of these pranks are straight out of “Cap’n Billy’s Whiz-Bang” published in 1921 or from watching Saturday Night Live ever since the original cast left the show.
Having done some obligatory research (I can’t help myself) it seems that the earliest connection of the first day of April with doing stupid pranks is in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales (1392 – about the same time Mick Jagger got his first band together). Further research I find to be rather dubious. Example: I do NOT believe that the Hundred Years War was an April Fool’s joke that just got out of hand.
The problem with doing these kind of stunts on a specific day is that it ruins the element of surprise. The surprise is key to it having any real effect.
One “joke” that comes to mind was pulled by a woman I used to work with. She worked hard and was good at her job. Unfortunately her boss was a 24 carat solid gold idiot. He was inept, cruel, rude, crude and socially unacceptable.
Finally, after putting up with this louse of a Boss, she gave notice and came up with a superb parting gift for him.
Before she headed home she took a minute and spread a generous helping of Super Glue around Mr. Boss Man’s door.
We learned the next day that building security had to call in someone to physically cut out the door to let the Big Dummy out of his office.
That had both Style and a Noble Purpose. Something like that is a heck of a lot better than changing the coffee in the Mr. Coffee to Decaf. That’s playing with fire. You do that to the wrong people and they’ll never find your body.
In my research I found a site that had (And I quote) “50 Easy April Fool’s pranks to play on your friends.” As I read through it I found myself magically transported back to the 4th grade and Sister Mary Polycarp (Think Dirty Harry in a nun’s habit). It reminded me again why I never liked some kids and how I did enjoy seeing the look on the Good Sister’s face when she whacked the “jokester’s” unfunny butt. She failed to see the humor in hiding all of the chalk from the blackboard tray. (Yes, the “chalkboard” was black, not green or red)
So, there we are – my personal take on this whole business of April Fool’s Day jokes. Don’t even think of doing any of that nonsense around me because, deep down, I have the spirit of Sister Polycarp inside me – holding a ruler.