they say it’s your birthday.. so what?

This was originally written in the beginning of September, 2007.

Last Saturday I was up late and hungry, so I went up the street a couple blocks to a diner. I got there about ten minutes before they locked the door for the night, and as I waited for my French dip to go, I noticed that some people had gathered behind me on the other side of the glass.

At first I thought they were with some people on the inside, but after some time it became apparent that they were just hoping to get in. Eventually, a patron left, and the two girls waiting outside the door immediately began pleading for entry. They were politely reminded that the diner was closing. One of the girls pointed out that it was the other girl’s birthday. They were politely reminded once again that the diner was closing.

This was unacceptable to the non-birthday girl. She forced her way in and addressed the rest of the diner. “Who thinks my friend should get some food on her fucking birthday?” Her last, best hope for munchies faded away with her quietly asking, “Anybody?”

It was a glorious moment for civilization as we know it.