My 21st birthday was last week. I had a surprise party. My friends got me a little tipsy, took me out for a fun filled night in Fort Lauderdale. It was my 21st birthday, I did not care what time I got back.
Well, I ended up going to sleep at 5:00 am. Three hours later, I woke up to a phone ringing non-stop. It was my coach, yelling that I was late for practice.
Did he care that it was my birthday? No. If I did not go, I would have to re-think my spot on the team. I got up and went. After I was done running, my coach gave me a simple, "How did that feel, birthday girl?" I thought I was going to kill him. I was way to tired to do that.
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