You thought I was going to write "Birthday Blues", didn't you? Well, not a chance of that with this bunch I work with. They know me all too well. They summoned me to the conference room, and along with the requisite card and cake, they had a sack of office supplies: Bread, peanut butter, jelly, blue corn chips (hence the title), salsa, 6 pack of Pepsi, and some Tuxedos cookies.
What more could a geezer/miser/chowhound like me want? Toys are fine, but you can't eat them.
This birthday, middle of October, like so many through the years, was bitterly warm and muggy, as opposed to the smattering of "autumn" birthdays I have savored through the years. After 47 birthdays, only a few are really memorable. Like the ones spent on Bolivar Peninsula or the odd college one when friends actually cooked dinner for me. Today was an experience, not for the wild and/or crazy antics that ensued, there were none. It was memorable for the obvious thought by my co-workers that know me (apparently too well) put into the choices of their gift.
Someone else may be offended by a sack of groceries for their birthday, but not this geezer. It is a genuinely off-beat manifestation of a truly attentive giving spirit.
I thank all of you who contributed to the surprise. Is it any wonder that I come to work every day with you yahoos?
5 comments:
Happy birthday!!!
I'm surprised everybody made it to work yesterday despite all the rain.
Had I known, I would have joined in the fun.
~ArtRGF
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
T. S. Eliot
Happy Birthday
TC Tallboy
TC, you are pretty good at this philosophical stuff, is it because you listened to Chicago and Three Dog Night in you younger days, or is it because you know that it confuses me?!
Maturity supercedes stagnation and ignorance. This secret shopping offer is a gag.
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