Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up that morning. I went 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 wish me a happy birthday.
I thought, "That's marriage for you but the kids, they'll remember". My kids came bounding downstairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for work, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
As I walked into my office, my personal assistant Jenny smiled at me and said, "Good morning boss, and happy birthday!" It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one o'clock , when Jenny knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside and it is your birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me?"
I said, "Thanks, Jenny, that's the best thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"
We went to lunch but not where we normally go. Instead, Jenny chose 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, Jenny said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day. We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?"
I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?"
She said, "Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner."
After arriving at her apartment, Jenny turned to me and said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going 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...