We usually celebrate the birthdays of the other super heros at our headquarters. It’s one of those things that has turned more annoying than celebratory over the years. We used to pitch in $5 and get some kind of gag gift, but since Luminous had her baby (don’t get me started on the expense of baby showers) we’ve started upping the ante to like $20 a pop. This is wonderful and all, but there are like 20 of us (not including support staff), and if I’ve done the math right, that’s a lot of dough.
Anyway, the one birthday celebration I hate the most is coming up and we just pitched in for something to buy. The problem is the present is for Know Man. And like his title, he knows what you are thinking. So every year we get him something, and every year he acts all surprised. Everyone plays along, but it is rather pathetic. I keep saying that we should just give him the money, but Anesthesia is all like “That is sooo inconsiderate. What if we just gave you money instead of a present?”
“If the present was anything like last year’s, I’m all for it. Who cares about feminist theater?”
“You are so uncouth.”
“Can you even be couth?”
“Don’t be an ass…”
It went on like that for a while. Regardless, I ended up pitching in. It’ll be a several more days that Know Man has to act like he doesn’t know he’s getting tickets to the Vagina Monologues. I can already see him starting to get depressed.
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