I’m referring to the April Fools’ Day post I, personally, considered a fairly decent prank. Not great, but serviceable. I was mistaken. After two full days online, the piece has generated a whopping two Likes and a single comment. Those numbers are a record-setting low.
After hours of inactivity, I reckoned I’d forgotten to hit Publish. But no, it was posted. Then I decided a global nuclear event had wiped out civilization. Or the Rapture was underway. Armageddon, something really bad happened. Again, nope, I could see human activity out the window. People were driving cars, walking, standing, life carried on as always.
Long story short, the post was just a flop, simple as that. For whatever reason, it went over like a lead balloon — thud.
Well, all right, I can live with an occasional dud. Especially one with a glaring, dazzling bright side: it was April Fools’ Day, remember? I believed I’d done a funny and clever piece, but, ha! I fooled me. You’ve gotta love the irony of that — I snookered myself. Instead of being ashamed to admit it, I’m actually a little proud. It takes a special kind of loopy to fall for your own scam. And I did. Hook, line, and sinker.
Inkposts, Steven Baird, and burlesquegypsy fell for it, too. Or pretended they did. So to them, the three intrepid mavericks who went against the grain and declared affection for an unloved, misbegotten post, thank you. They earned a Gold Star for bravery and my eternal gratitude.