One of the other secretaries came up to me this afternoon and whispered to me "It's Maria's birthday tomorrow [Saturday]. Don't tell her I told you."
Maria sits on a different floor to me, an arrangement which suits each of us. So I decided I would send her a quick note to tease her ... ask if she could come in to work tomorrow.
After a couple of hours I hadn't heard back from her. She usually takes the bait by then. So I told her informant what I'd done.
"Oh. Yes. She's sick today. Yes. Very bad flu."
So sick just a few days before her weekend birthday? Not just a bout of flu; a bout of bad luck.
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