My wife and daughter took me out for dinner, on my birthday. I had been traveling and was tired, and as we were finishing the meal I had decided to skip desert.
Our waiter seem to be missing, and it was irritating me. But come to find out there was a plot at hand. Evidently, the folks at the table (there was a friend also with us) had been trying to get the waiter’s, and management’s attention to setup a birthday call, and birthday cake for me.
So by time, I got up to complain and come back. There was a big crowd collected and a nice piece of browine and ice cream waiting for me at my table.
Well, after thirty some years I finally got embarrased at a restaurant! Birthdays can be pretty nice, even if you have to be embarrased.