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Articles: Humour | My Secretary
- Prof. 00782 Maverick
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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 said, well, that's wives for you. The children will remember. The children came into 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 and children.
All were singing Happy Birthday and there on the couch I sat with nothing on but my socks.
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