Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A Note on Public Birthday Celebrations

You know when you are in a restaurant quietly ingesting your dinner, when from the back of the restaurant comes a cacaphony of clapping, singing employees bearing a glob of melting mystery desert to some other poor sap whose family members thought it would be cool to make a public spectacle of their unsuspecting relative?

Isn't that fucking annoying? In fact, it's disturbing, garish, and gauche.

Celebrate your birthdays at home, people or take it to Chucky Cheese where that sort of shit is expected. No one else gives a rat's ass if you are a year older; we only want to eat our dinner in peace without getting a lump in our chest from the loud, unenthusiastic, off-key wait staff's singing.