The Boy Who Cried Birthday

Cheri and I went to TGI Friday's for dinner last night. As we ate, someone was having a birthday and the staff got together to sing and dance for them. That's not unusual. I really wanted to just pick a random table, tell the waitress we knew them and that it was their birthday, then watch the diner be confused as people started singing and giving them pastries. Small catch: they'd expect me to pay for the dessert. Then I had an even better idea. If I worked at one of these restaurants, I would pay five bucks or whatever to get a dessert, then gather everyone together to sing for random tables, birthday or not. I can't get in trouble: the dessert is paid for, and everyone would have to do it, because they'll get in trouble if they don't. Yes, everyone would hate me, but it would be so worth it. If I do it long enough, I'll find someone else who would enjoy it as much as I do, and we'll be BFFs. Plus they'd split the price with me, and that's savings everyone can enjoy.