A Moment Of Pen...

On Friday, my co-workers planned to surprise me with a cake marking the passage of my hatching.

It was kind of them to think of me. After all, I had not mentioned to them as to why I was taking Thursday off instead of my customary Wednesday. I just decided that I was doing it and no explanation was necessary according to the Boss.

After all, the only person truly inconvenienced by my absence would be myself. If that, actually. Working three days in a row instead of just two meant that I was able to clear the week's work out a day earlier.

So, that meant that cake would be Friday. I may have kept my mouth shut, but the annual reminders on everyone's Outlook calendar regarding employee birthdays rarely lie.

Anyway, on this bright, sunny day, the Boss went to the local Randall's to purchase said birthday cake. It was to be a delicious lemon-flavoured cake with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROBERT!" inscribed in creamy, frosted letters.

Everything was just brilliant with this covert operation until she tripped on the way through the parking lot.

She fell forward, hitting some sharp metal debris in the lot before finally rolling to a not so gentle landing directly onto the cake.

Severely lacerating her spleen in the process.

I think it goes without saying that someone got a sackful of flowers from an anonymous donor today...