The Joke Thief
Tomorrow I’ll be turning 32. As we were waking up this morning, my wife asked me if I was excited for the plans we’d made for my thirty-second birthday. I responded that it was going to be tough to do everything in half a minute, but I was looking forward to it nonetheless. She looked at me, blank-faced for a couple seconds. I thought she was just trying to make sense of what I had said.
Instead, she suddenly smacks my chest and yells at me that I ruined a joke she’s been holding onto for years. I didn’t believe her until she showed me an email from 2016 that she had sent to herself to remind her to set a calendar event so she wouldn’t forget. It took her 10 minutes before she was calm enough to talk to me again. Unfortunately for her, I’ve known and used the 30-second birthday joke for years.