Last week was my birthday and I didnâ€™t feel very well waking up on that morning.
I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, â€˜Happy Birthday!â€™, and possibly have a small present for me.
As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone â€˜ Happy Birthday.â€™
I thoughtâ€¦ Well, thatâ€™s marriage for you, but the kidsâ€¦ They will remember.
My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didnâ€™t say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, â€˜Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday ! â€˜
It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one oâ€™clock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, â€˜You know, Itâ€™s such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.â€™
I said, â€˜Thanks, Jane, thatâ€™s the greatest thing Iâ€™ve heard all day. Letâ€™s go !â€™
We went to lunch. But we didnâ€™t go where we normally would go. She chose instead at a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
On the way back to the office, Jane said, â€˜You know, Itâ€™s such a beautiful dayâ€¦ We donâ€™t need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?â€™
I responded, â€˜I guess not. What do you have in mind ?â€™
She said, â€˜Letâ€™s drop by my apartment, itâ€™s just around the corner.â€™
After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, â€˜ Boss, if you donâ€™t mind, Iâ€™m going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. Iâ€™ll be right back.â€™
â€˜Ok.â€™ I nervously replied.
She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake â€¦. Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing â€˜Happy Birthdayâ€™.
And I just sat thereâ€¦
On the couchâ€¦