Damien and I picked up a cake/card for Diana’s 43rd birthday. What would have been a great surprise turned into a near horrifying incident. I convinced Kent, our publisher, to put on a cowboy hat while bringing in the cake. Fred, our editor in something, curtailed the stripper idea I had. And Damien put a stop to my idea him delivering the cake wearing a speedo. So led my Kent, a few of the advertising gals and I rounded rounded the corner, singing Happy Bday. My stunned looking coworkers in the newsroom looked up.
Diana was not at her desk. She was outside on the phone chatting.
When she did finally come into the office, the excitement had died down. Diana came in from an unexpected direction. Kent nearly dropped the cake on Nick’s lap. Now that was pretty funny.