This is a true story. Last week was
my 40th birthday and I really didn't
feel like waking up that morning. I
managed to pull myself together
and go downstairs for breakfast,
hoping my wife would be pleasant
and say, "Happy Birthday!", and
possibly have a small present for
me. As it turned out, she barely said
good morning, let alone "Happy
Birthday." I thought... Well, that's
marriage for you, but the kids...
They will remember.
My kids came trampling down the
stairs to breakfast, ate their
breakfast, and didn't say a word to
me. So when I made it out of the
house and started for work, I felt
pretty dumpy and despondent.
As I walked into my office, my
secretary Joanne said, "Good
Morning Boss, and by the way
Happy Birthday!" It felt a bit better
knowing that at least someone
remembered. I worked in a zombie
like fashion until about one o'clock,
when Joanne knocked on my door
and said, "You know, it's such a
beautiful day outside, and it's your
Birthday, why don't we go out for
lunch, just you and me." I said,
"Thanks, Joanne, that's the best
thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"
We went to lunch but not where
we'd normally go. Instead she took
me to a quiet bistro with a private
table. We had a couple of mixed
drinks and I enjoyed the meal
tremendously. On the way back to
the office, Joanne said, "You know,
It's such a beautiful day... We don't
have to go right back to the office,
do we?" I replied with "I suppose
not. What do you have in mind?"
She said, "Let's go to my apartment,
it's just around the corner."
After arriving at her apartment,
Joanne turned to me and said, "Boss
if you don't mind, I'm goinna to
step into the bedroom for just a
moment. I'll be right back." "Ok." I
nervously replied. She went into the
bedroom and, after a couple of
minutes, she came out carrying a
huge birthday cake...
Followed by my wife, my kids, and
dozens of my friends, and co-
workers, all singing "Happy
Birthday".
And I just sat there...
On the couch...
Naked.
April 09, 2010, 01:49:45 AM