Over the weekend we got together with friends for a belated celebration of my birthday. While we were at Culver's getting a delicious burger, a balloon lady came by our table. Apparently, it is her life's calling to afflict otherwise perfectly contented people with balloons she personally ties and twists before your very eyes.
Now, you may think the jester in this tale is I, as I am wearing the balloon world's version of the jester's hat. But you would be wrong. No, the jester in this story my friend who encouraged the balloon lady by telling her it was my birthday. The guy laughing hysterically at my obvious discomfort while she crafted my gift.
But still, he and his wife treated the six of us to glow golf and we had a great time.
Even if they didn't let me win.
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