It isn't every day one celebrates his twenty-fifth birthday.It isn't every day one celebrates his twenty-fifth birthday. And, luckily, I wasn't the only one who felt this occasion special. Linda, my girlfriend, had racked her poor brain trying to come up with that "special" gift for me. She hadn't been having much luck either. Whenever we were together she would try to determine just what it was that would thrill me beyond comprehension by asking inane questions like "If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would be the one thing you'd want to have more than anything else in the world?" "Clean underwear" I answered, but I don't think that was quite the response she had in mind. |