Dear
Whiners and Complainers...
Two
years ago was my 45th birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway.
I went to 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 never said 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. Then, 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 to the country
to a little private place. We had two martinis and I 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 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 singing Happy Birthday.
And
there I sat...on the couch...naked.
It
was all down hill from there. My wife left with the kids, my boss fired me,
my friends hated me, I couldn't afford the payments on the car and I had to
sell it, I started eating to much and gained weight. I moved to another town
and got a job in Kmart and I am trying to start a new life here.
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