Party with Us

So it was X’s birthday, and I was hell bent on embarrassing him. Aside from hiring a mariachi band to stake out his office, I decided to hand deliver a ginormous singing balloon instead. First up, to find a balloon that was sufficiently huge and embarrassing. My mission brought me to Centrepoint, where I enlisted the help of the highly amused sales girl, who might have said I was evil once or twice. Still, she pulled out a balloon menu for me to leaf through and after I was through, helped me pump helium into it. Then, she showed me how the singing worked — simply by jabbing at it. A shrieking version of Happy Birthday ensued, complete with bells and whistles. I was. quite amazed. After happily paying for it, I ventured out to X’s office — gigantic balloon in hand — and even took the train with it. Sure, it went off once or twice, but it was totally worth the expression on X’s face.