He made the mistake of firing his assistant the week before Valentine’s Day.
He’d had an intimate relationship with her. He told her it would be too awkward for her to continue as his assistant. Goodbye. Don’t let the door hit you in the butt as you leave.
On Valentine’s day, he was sitting down to an intimate dinner with his wife at their favorite restaurant when another woman walked in and sat down at the table. She was all smiles. She introduced herself to his wife as his girlfriend. There was a commotion.
Just as that ruckus died down, about five minutes later, another woman walked up, again confident and smiling. She introduced herself to his wife and girlfriend as his girlfriend. This time the commotion was more sustained.
The two girlfriends had received engraved invitations to meet his family at dinner. They had instructions to dress well and prepare for a big surprise. Neither of the girlfriends knew he was married. Surprise!
At just that moment, the maître d’ brought over champagne, with four glasses. A professional photographer appeared and took pictures; a mariachi band came over to play while a young woman sang love ballads. They were told there would be a surprise marriage proposal that night and to come to the table a few minutes after the four guests were seated. The three women left the restaurant.
The man was confused. What in the world was going on? Alone now, he was attempting to book a hotel for the night. None of the women would have him.
When the bill came, the night’s festivities were on the receipt: the dinner, champagne, band, and singer. The cost was ridiculous. He was stumped. At this moment, he noticed a well-dressed young woman leaving the restaurant. It was his fired assistant. As she left, she blew him a kiss over her shoulder.
By the time he made it to the door, she had vanished.
Hasta la vista, baby.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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