A co-worker is looking for other work. His girlfriend called him and told him someone called about a job he applied for but she couldn't remember what the job was and she accidentally erased the message. She gave him the number and the name of the guy. He called the number she gave him and it turned out to be the Toronto Zoo. He recalled applying for a job there (bear in mind he didn't realize it was April 1). He called and asked for G. Raffe. The zoo workers had quite the laugh at his expense. It was like a "Simpsons" episode when Bart calls Moe's Bar. Larry, my co-worker, kept explaining, "No, I'm looking for Mr. G. Raffe. I have his number!"

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