Ride 'Em Cowboy

Ok ladies, I’m sure you’ll agree with me on this one—there are cowboys, and then there are wanna-be cowboys. The real cowboys are the ones that know how to handle their rifle (pun intended), own a pick up truck that they love only slightly less than their woman, and would never, ever dream of ordering a cosmopolitan at a bar. In fact, they most likely wouldn’t be caught dead in a bar that serves cosmos in the first place.

Then there the wanna be cowboys. The ones that blare their country music just a little too loud, and wear designer jeans instead of worn out wranglers. Unfortunately, my office is home to one of these wishful thinking cowboys. Don’t get me wrong, I am a city slicker who loves herself some Rascal Flatts. But I would never try and convince people that I was an Iowa farm girl. Alas, he is not as aware as I am.

And that’s what makes the prank that the boys from accounting pulled on him so hilarious. Now, if anyone out there is thinking of pulling this stunt in their own place of work they should make sure to get permission from the boss man beforehand, lest they find themselves shoveling manure for a week in repentance for their sins.

First, they threw down a sheet of plastic on his cubicle floor, and they put a couple of squares of sod down over the plastic sheeting. Then they pinned up a huge cartoon farm on the cube wall, just to make him feel at home. A couple of bales of hay and a basket or two of eggs later, and the newly designed space was ready for its final touch:

They removed the unsuspecting entrepreneur’s desk chair and replaced it with a fuzzy miniature horse. Welcome home, cowpolk!