I called my friend Carol this weekend, to wish her a happy birthday. Her birthday was Friday but I waited til the next day, because I know what kind of work schedule she keeps, and I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to chat til late Saturday afternoon.
When I called, she was sitting in her apartment in NY with a friend, watching a Queen Latifah movie and drinking wine. We talked about this and that, and then I asked her whether she'd done anything to celebrate.
"No, but Mark -- " (her brother) " -- got us tickets to the theater for tomorrow."
Wow - what a great birthday present - tickets to a Broadway show! Nice brother! "What are you going to see?" I asked, enviously. I was thinking she'd mention one of a dozen or so great shows that are out now. So what did she say?
"We're going to see Waiting for Godot."
Okay, I just had to laugh. I know, it's a great play, a classic, but birthdays are supposed to be fun. What about Wicked, or South Pacific, or even Mary Poppins or The Lion King - anything! Waiting for Godot? What kind of birthday treat is that? Is he trying to improve her mind, or some such?
The woman is 51 years old, for crying out loud, she works at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and she is not by any means a frivolous person - I think her mind is as good as it's going to get. She's probably even read Waiting for Godot!
Fortunately, Carol is a good friend and not overly sensitive. She laughed, too.
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