[ID: A tweet thread by Karen Boss (kbworld33), telling the story of her flamingo prank. It was posted on December 15th 2022 (source).
“Back in June, I help my mom clean out her pool shed. There's a strand of old twinkle lights with plastic flamingos. "Throw them out," she says. "They don't work." But I see that the flamingos came off easily, so I start to pull them off. "I can do something with these."’
she thinks I'm nuts, but I bring them home and put them in my craft drawer. A week or so later, as we're starting back to the office more and more, I grab 4 flamingos and place them on four colleagues' desks early in the morning.
Slack messages and photos follow as they discover them. <Anyone know anything about these?> <I have one, too!> Next time I go in, I bring a few more. (Thanks to the quick and diabolical thinking of Cheryl Adkins Boss, I give myself one in that round to throw people off my trail.)
Meanwhile, some colleagues pore over the list of who was in when, and interrogate people about who's doing the flamingoing. And I call my mom again: "Apparently I'm lying forever." Fourth of July weekend I stop by the office and put the rest of the original ones out.
But now, some folks who haven't gotten one lament their flamingoless on Slack. They feel left out! So I buy another strand online. They look a little different than the originals, clear vs. frosted. I put a few more out, hitting those "complainers" in particular.
At this point, I'm interrogated again. Best lying of my life. One colleague shares with me that she has a theory: "They're from lights. Someone found an old strand in their attic or something, and then had to buy more---that's why they're not all the same."
I manage to keep a straight face, but report this hilarious turn to my family. I do one final grand finale. The rest of my colleagues get a flamingo and the leftovers go in common spaces---in plants, on the clock.
And now the piece de resistance: I somehow have the foresight to hold one flamingo back. I plan on putting it in with my Yankee Swap gift at the holiday party in December.
Five months later, this afternoon, someone pulls a flamingo out from their giftbag. The whole place erupts. Yelling! Pointing! Demands for the culprit to make themselves known!
(Confusion from the newer employees or folks from other departments who hadn't heard much about these goings on.)
I wait till the Swap is over. Then I call everyone's attention and confess. More erupting! More yelling! More pointing! It's mayhem. I've never had such long-game in my life. I give public kudos to the colleague who guessed the origin and to my mom.
People text former colleagues and friends who had heard about the summer flamingoing.
So fun! So hilarious. And for me, UTTERLY SATISFYING.
I hope you, too, have something as delightful as a plastic flamingo in your holiday season. Or be the flamingoer in your community!”
[End of thread.]
Attached to the last tweet are several flamingo emoji, and a picture of the havoc-brings, several small clear-pink plastic flamingos piled on a table.