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Two weeks ago was my forty-fifth 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 would 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. Maybe 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.”
So 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 best 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 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... naked.
And that is why I fired my secretary!
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