Thursday, August 25, 2011

One Good Prank Deserves Another

The woman I've worked with for 20 years on various projects, and whom I now owe my health care insurance to, also happens to be a good friend. And I think it's in the spirit of being good friends that she conceived of the idea to throw me a surprise birthday party for me at work.

The only problem? I didn't show up. So working from home yesterday, I got to hear several times about the fun party they all had without me on Tuesday. I felt bad, frankly. And I kept apologizing.

I kept apologizing, that is, until another woman in the office fessed up: they were pulling my leg. My friend was just having fun with me, going to the point of having someone record what sounded like a party so they could play it for me the next time I was in the office.


She got me. So what can you do? Well, if you're me, you can make her feel like crap. Here's the email I sent this morning to her. I can't wait to hear how bad she feels for tricking me. Heh heh heh.

Thank you so much for the gorgeous edible "bouquet." I cannot believe you had Martha drive all the way out to my house to deliver it, along with the very funny card. I am beyond touched.

I am also so sorry that you had arranged a surprise party and that the guest of honor didn't show. I feel so guilty. Pete had to go out of town at 5:30 a.m. Tuesday, so I had no choice but to get home after the focus groups to deal with the tribe. But I would have begged the woman watching the boy to keep him a half hour longer if I'd only known. I know you didn't want to ruin the surprise, but if you'd have only told me, I wouldn't have disappointed you. And I wouldn't have had you go to all that trouble for nothing. I feel just terrible. I hope you know how sorry I am.


Tara R. said...

You have a wicked streak... and I love it.

Anonymous said...

Now THAT'S the sister I know and adore!!!
Update us on how she responds, please.


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