Today has gone from bad to worse. You never really cared about your birthday, but it hurts when no one else does either.

Jason walked in to find you in a mountain of blankets, moping. After a moment, he speaks up, "What the hell is happening right now?" You sigh and look up at him. "Not a single person acknowledged my birthday."

He stares at you blankly for a long moment. "Well, uh... Happy birthday?"