Happy Birthday to me...

Title : Happy Birthday to me...
Characters : Paul Kellerman
Warnings : A bit of strong language
Ratings : PG

Disclaimer : I do not own Kellerman, PB ...

Well ... THAT day again...

It's my thirty.... and something birthday...

Has anybody ever thought how much can a single day make somebody angry ?

Right in the morning I get phone calls from all my acquaintance, all colleagues... family...

From everybody who by mistake remembered the date of my birthday.
I get flowers ( for what the hell I need flowers ? What should I do with it ? Plant it ?? ) presents ( mostly not useful things like new plate or new cup... I could use a new gun but a cup ? ) Colleagues at work make a “surprise” party where all the time they keep asking me which birthday it is and when do I get married ( am I an old lady or something ? ) Than, they show me their friends ( nice, stupid girls who keep asking me “What do you do for living” or “ Do you like discos ” ) After that everyone just tries to make me to have a drink.( after so many drinks I should die there )

And finally when I really want that day to be over they just keep asking “Did you have a good time ?” And what am I  supposed to say ? “No, I hated the day and all you've done to screw it ?” No... I have to thank them and smile ... Smile when I feel like killing them all.

Well ...It's THAT day again...

Early morning... First phone call...

“Paul ! Happy Birthday !! I want...”

Something had just come into my mind...

“Wait... sorry ... I can't hear you .... What?...”

Happily smiling I turn the phone off and put it on the table. I take my gun and leave the house. Sometimes I just need a day off....