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 thought, "Well, that's wives for you. The children will
remember." The children came in to 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, Janet said, "Good Morning,
Boss, Happy Birthday." And I felt a little better; someone had
remembered. I worked until noon. About noon, Janet 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 six
minutes, she came out...carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my
wife, children, and dozens of our friends. All were singing Happy
Birthday.
... and there on the couch I sat... with nothing on but my
socks......
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