Last week was my birthday and I didnât feel very well waking up on that morning.
I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, âHappy 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, thatâs marriage for you, but the kidsâ¦ They will remember.
My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didnât 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, âGood Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday ! â
It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one oâclock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, âYou know, Itâs 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, âThanks, Jane, thatâs the greatest thing Iâve heard all day. Letâs go!â
We went to lunch. But we didnât 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, âYou know, Itâs such a beautiful dayâ¦ We donât need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?â
I responded, âI guess not. What do you have in mind ?â
She said, âLetâs drop by my apartment, itâs just around the corner.â
After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, â Boss, if you donât mind, Iâm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. Iâll be right back.â
âOk.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 âHappy Birthdayâ.
And I just sat thereâ¦
On the couchâ¦
Never knock on Deathâs door. Ring the bell and run, he hates that.