I don’t know why I found this so funny, but two of my coworkers recently played a running prank on a third wherein Pranksters 1 & 2 routinely and elaborately commiserated over the difficulties of owning a miniature pet giraffe.
Sample conversation:
Coworker 1: “On, man, I’ve spent a fortune ordering eucalyptus leaves this winter.”
Coworker 2 (in dry British accent, which makes this that much more hilarious to me): “Yes, the prices are really up since the drought in Australia.”
Coworker 3, listening in amazement: “Wow! Where do you get eucalyptus leaves?”
Coworker 1: “You order them off the internet. But the giraffes also like ferns.”
Coworker 2: “Frankly, I don’t think that’s the worst part of owning a miniature giraffe. They’re just so noisy, especially at night.”
Coworker 3, still amazed: “What kind of sounds do they make?”
Coworker 2: (Makes elaborate series of yodeling noises).
Me: (Crying in tears behind my OR mask).
Coworker 3 was so astonished by the tales of miniature giraffe ownership that she told several other people about it, at which point Coworker 4 had to step in advise 1 & 2 to come clean with Number 3 that there are, in fact, no such things as miniature pet giraffes.
Here’s where I think the story originated. Note the April 1 publication, which is quite fitting.
This also perpetuated the myth:
