April Fool's!

For many years I worked on Broadway as a Wardrobe Supervisor, which means I was responsible for all of the performers appearing at the appropriate time in the correct and complete costume. I was infamous for taking the job waaaaaaaaaaaay too seriously. It was mind boggling - we're talking a staff of dozens, and a million shoes and earrings and cravats, and aprons and bras and sox and rings and skirts and pants and headpieces and gloves and fake eyelashes.... and and all kinds of stuff. You can imagine how tedious all that can be, especially about the third year of eight shows a week.
In '93, I was working on "Joseph and His Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" starring a daytime drama heartthrobe who shall remain nameless. There were 100 kids in costume in that production -that alone was torture-, plus that production was a quick change nightmare! I got a little tightly wound on a regular basis....
On matinee days, whenever possible, I would scoot out the door as soon as I could after the first show, hightail it to the gym on 49th and 12th, and swim. After my swim, I was wet-haired, and a lot more pleasant... but timing was critical if I was to get all my laps in...and ALWAYS, there would be a barrier of starstruck, soap opera addicted housewives waiting for a glimpse of our star.... and it took a fair amount of New Yorker elbowing to get through the crazed, sobbing women. I would complain bitterly about this to anyone who would listen... Not pretty! I frequently called them "the Soap Cows".
So happens that in this tale of Joseph - Dream Interpreter of Kings - we had LARGE (Cow Size!) GOLD Headpieces that covered not only the head, but the entire torso...
On April First, as I opened the stage door, prepared to muscle my way through the adoring throng, I was met by 10 Large GOLD Cows screaming "April Fools!" and an assistant doubled in laughter!

It was a moment!