When I walked back up to our apartment I found an envelope marked with our apartment number on it. Opening it, I saw the message “Happy Birthday” and thought “How nice of our apartment complex to remember my birthday.” Alas, I was mistaken as it was a belated birthday card for Albert signed by all of the apartment staff. Who is Albert in apartment #604, you may ask? I have no idea. I am wondering the same thing myself.
Well, happy birthday, Albert…
