This morning when I offered to go to the lab with Amoeba and tell everybody it was his birthday, he said, “No way!” However, he didn’t tell me I couldn’t go into the teacher’s lounge at noon and do so. I arrived at Amoeba’s work place and slipped into the main office just a little before he usually takes his lunch. I had a German Chocolate cake with me which immediately drew the attention of several people who wondered what requirements they had to meet in order to get a piece. I told them that all they needed to do was stick around.
Amoeba took his own sweet time getting to the lunch room. I actually contemplated leaving the cake there with the secretary and going on home, especially since nobody knew where on campus he might be, and he wasn’t answering his cell phone. The secretary told me that Amoeba almost always arrives between 12 and 12:30 for lunch and she convinced me to be patient.
At 12:20 Amoeba arrived. He was quite startled to see me and eyed the cake ruefully, but there was also a spark of appreciation in his eyes. He was Happy Birthday serenaded TWICE. Once by the secretary and I, then again by a couple colleagues in the lunch room. He did not die of embarrassment, in fact I think he rather enjoyed himself.