(A true story - from a Toronto Star article)
Two weeks ago, was my forty-fifth birthday,
and I wasn"t feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went
into breakfast, knowing my wife would be pleasant and say
Happy Birthday and probably have a present for me.
She didn"t even say Good Morning, let alone any Happy
Birthday.
I said, well, that"s wives for you. The children will
remember. The children came into breakfast and didn"t say a word.
When I started to the office I was feeling pretty low and
despondent. As I walked into my office, my secretary,
Jennie said, *Good Morning, Boss, Happy Birthday.- And I felt
a little better; someone had remembered.
I worked until noon. About noon Jennie knocked on my door and
said, You know it"s such a beautiful day outside and it"s
your birthday,
let"s go to lunch, just you and me.- I said,
By George, that"s the greatest thing I"ve heard all day.
Let"s go.- We went to lunch. We didn"t go where we normally
go; we went out into the country to a little private place.
We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously. On the
way back to the office, she said,
You know, it"s such a beautiful day. We don"t need to go
back to the office. Do we?- I said, *No, I guess not.-
She said,
Let"s go to my apartment.- After arriving at her apartment,
we had another martini and smoked a cigarette and she said,
Boss, if you don"t mind, I think I"ll go into the bedroom
and slip into something more comfortable.-
Sure,- I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and in about five
minutes, she came back out .......... carrying a big
birthday cake, followed by my wife and children.
All were singing Happy Birthday..... and
there I sat, on the couch ... with nothing on but my socks
and my stiffy in one hand.
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