BIRTHDAY BOY, BIRTHDAY GIRL

My husband and I have the same birthday. I am not quite sure if that’s a stroke of luck or a joke played by fate because you would be hard pressed to find two individuals as dissimilar in interest and temperament as the two of us. Yet the fact remains that for the past twenty-seven years now, there is one day out of the three-hundred sixty-five in a calendar that we both wake up to greet each other a cheery “Happy Birthday” instead of the usual “Good Morning.” This fortunate coincidence ensures that no one forgets the other’s birthday, and vice-versa. Besides, two for the price of one is a hard deal to beat any time.

Talking about joint celebrations, he and I used to take advantage of the birthday specials offered at Denny’s, a popular restaurant chain in the U.S. They had this promo where they offer free lunch/dinner to anybody celebrating their birthday that day. The two of us went year after year, although each time we would swear that it was going to be the last time. The thought of mooching off others, even if  it was a big corporation, made us feel just a trite shamefaced.

The last time we were there, we ate our meal hurriedly and guiltily as usual, teasing each other about what freeloaders we were. After the meal, we left a generous tip on the table and headed over to the cashier to pay. We handed the cashier our driver’s licenses and had our arms around each other’s waists while we waited. She glanced at us then read the first card. 

“Ronnie Lu, birthday May 12.” Next she read the second one. “Emma Lu, birthday May 12.” She read both cards again, looked at the two of us with our arms intertwined around each other, and asked “Are you guys twins?”

Say what??? The question took us by complete surprise. My husband and I looked at each other. No way by any stretch of imagination would anybody mistake us for twins. We returned the cashier’s puzzled look with an even more puzzled one. Why would she think we were? Then it hit us. Of course! Same last name, same birthday. We had to be twins, right?

The outrageousness of the idea made us laugh out loud. It would have been wickedly delicious to keep the cashier guessing, but we relented and explained the whole thing.  

“I got his last name by way of marriage and yes, we were born on the same month and day but on different years.”

A look of pure relief crossed her face. The image of twins standing a little too close to each other must have been understandably disturbing to her.

As for us, we went home that day with a good meal, a good laugh and a good story to tell. As for any question about us being twins, I’m glad that’s all straightened out. I sure would not want to be accused of incest.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Florence
    May 13, 2013 @ 21:35:43

    Did you just write this Em? I think I read this before but it still makes me laugh.

    Reply

    • emmblu
      May 14, 2013 @ 00:07:23

      This is a repost. I wrote this mga 3 years ago.
      Yep, it was a pretty funny moment. Even now, I chuckle when I think about it.
      Thanks for reading.

      Reply

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