Post by melinda on Jul 24, 2013 14:53:34 GMT -6
Today was no ordinary day for Cosmo Kramer. Today was his birthday, and it was not just any birthday. Today he was turning fifty, and all he wanted was to be remembered by his best friends. But if they had remembered, they sure didn't show it. Jerry had made plans with his model girlfriend, and Elaine was on another date. Surely George would remember! But no, the Yankees needed him for some special project. Even George didn't know what they needed him of all people for, but who was he to argue with Steinbrenner?
Oh well. Just another day. Kramer decided to pour himself a drink before settling into the hot tub in his living room for a while. Nothing like a nice long soak to make you forget about your troubles, he figured.
He watched as the flame of the candle was hit by the breeze of the fan, which he used to overcompensate for the heat coming from his hot tub. His friends may not have remembered him, his mom no longer spoke to him, and even Newman was avoiding him like the plague. Kramer just couldn't figure out what was wrong with his friends.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He stood up to get it when he realized he couldn't answer it- he didn't have any clothes on!
“Coming!” he shouted as he climbed out of the tub. In typical Kramer fashion, he slipped on the wet floor, knocking off a knicknack from his side table in the process.
“I'm coming!” he repeated as he wrapped a towel around himself. Finally he got to the door, and who was there to greet him but his best friends? Even Newman was there; today, he was actually happy to see his pesky neighbor.
“Sorry guys. I was just in the tub. You all want to join me? It feels pretty darn good in there,” Kramer offered as he opened the door to let his friends in.
“Sorry. We have plans. We didn't know if you were free to join us for a little dinner...”
“Really, Jerry? You mean it?”
“On the condition that you close your robe. We'll give you a minute to get ready.”
“Yowza!” Kramer eagerly went to get dressed.
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At the diner, everyone eagerly caught up on their days. Jerry was talking about problems with his girlfriend, George was worrying about what everyone thought of him at work, and Elaine debated whether or not to get bangs.
Kramer was getting nervous. Surely they remembered what today was!
“So, you guys notice anything different about me today?” Kramer smiled.
“Anything more different than usual? Nope, can't say we noticed,” Jerry laughed.
“Come on, I've been telling you for weeks what today is!”
“I know. It's Tuesday. Big deal,” George declared while sipping his coffee.
“Big deal? It's my birthday. Surely one of you remembered. Jerry, Elaine, George...Newman? Come on, Newman, you have to have remembered.”
“I may have sent you a card, but as usual, it was lost in the mail,” Jerry quipped, staring at Newman who was a mailman.
“Come on, it's the big one! Big 5-0! George, you're older than me. You remember what it was like to turn fifty!” Kramer protested.
“I am not fifty!”
“Don't look at me. I'm still twenty nine,” Elaine smiled.
“Yeah, for the past ten years,” Jerry commented, prompting a dirty look from his friend.
“Aw, what's a birthday?” Newman asked. “The most anyone receives for their birthdays is twenty bucks, tops. I should know.”
“Because you open everyone's cards from their mothers?” Jerry asked.
Newman shot him a dirty look.
“Look, guys, I appreciate the dinner and all, but I'm kind of tired. I just think I want to be alone.”
“Kramer! You can't be alone on your birthday. Can I tell him,” Elaine asked Jerry.
“Tell me what?”
“the truth is,” Jerry started. “We remembered it was your birthday. We don't have much to offer, but we chipped in and got you a little something.” He motioned at the waitress.
A few minutes later, Kramer was staring at a cake with a picture of himself on it. He broke out into a huge grin. “Oh, you guys!”
“It's the least we can do for one of our buddies. You may pull some fast ones, Kramer, but you're a good guy, and we wanted to be here to share this special day with you. That is okay with you, isn't it?” Jerry asked as he watched Kramer blow out the candles.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.”
And Kramer knew that turning fifty would be a day he would never forget, thanks to his best friends.
The end
Happy birthday Michael Richards!
Oh well. Just another day. Kramer decided to pour himself a drink before settling into the hot tub in his living room for a while. Nothing like a nice long soak to make you forget about your troubles, he figured.
He watched as the flame of the candle was hit by the breeze of the fan, which he used to overcompensate for the heat coming from his hot tub. His friends may not have remembered him, his mom no longer spoke to him, and even Newman was avoiding him like the plague. Kramer just couldn't figure out what was wrong with his friends.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He stood up to get it when he realized he couldn't answer it- he didn't have any clothes on!
“Coming!” he shouted as he climbed out of the tub. In typical Kramer fashion, he slipped on the wet floor, knocking off a knicknack from his side table in the process.
“I'm coming!” he repeated as he wrapped a towel around himself. Finally he got to the door, and who was there to greet him but his best friends? Even Newman was there; today, he was actually happy to see his pesky neighbor.
“Sorry guys. I was just in the tub. You all want to join me? It feels pretty darn good in there,” Kramer offered as he opened the door to let his friends in.
“Sorry. We have plans. We didn't know if you were free to join us for a little dinner...”
“Really, Jerry? You mean it?”
“On the condition that you close your robe. We'll give you a minute to get ready.”
“Yowza!” Kramer eagerly went to get dressed.
0000
At the diner, everyone eagerly caught up on their days. Jerry was talking about problems with his girlfriend, George was worrying about what everyone thought of him at work, and Elaine debated whether or not to get bangs.
Kramer was getting nervous. Surely they remembered what today was!
“So, you guys notice anything different about me today?” Kramer smiled.
“Anything more different than usual? Nope, can't say we noticed,” Jerry laughed.
“Come on, I've been telling you for weeks what today is!”
“I know. It's Tuesday. Big deal,” George declared while sipping his coffee.
“Big deal? It's my birthday. Surely one of you remembered. Jerry, Elaine, George...Newman? Come on, Newman, you have to have remembered.”
“I may have sent you a card, but as usual, it was lost in the mail,” Jerry quipped, staring at Newman who was a mailman.
“Come on, it's the big one! Big 5-0! George, you're older than me. You remember what it was like to turn fifty!” Kramer protested.
“I am not fifty!”
“Don't look at me. I'm still twenty nine,” Elaine smiled.
“Yeah, for the past ten years,” Jerry commented, prompting a dirty look from his friend.
“Aw, what's a birthday?” Newman asked. “The most anyone receives for their birthdays is twenty bucks, tops. I should know.”
“Because you open everyone's cards from their mothers?” Jerry asked.
Newman shot him a dirty look.
“Look, guys, I appreciate the dinner and all, but I'm kind of tired. I just think I want to be alone.”
“Kramer! You can't be alone on your birthday. Can I tell him,” Elaine asked Jerry.
“Tell me what?”
“the truth is,” Jerry started. “We remembered it was your birthday. We don't have much to offer, but we chipped in and got you a little something.” He motioned at the waitress.
A few minutes later, Kramer was staring at a cake with a picture of himself on it. He broke out into a huge grin. “Oh, you guys!”
“It's the least we can do for one of our buddies. You may pull some fast ones, Kramer, but you're a good guy, and we wanted to be here to share this special day with you. That is okay with you, isn't it?” Jerry asked as he watched Kramer blow out the candles.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.”
And Kramer knew that turning fifty would be a day he would never forget, thanks to his best friends.
The end
Happy birthday Michael Richards!
