I hardly know you, but for some reason you’re telling me that today’s your birthday. How do you want me to react to this information? Am I now compelled to organize some sort of impromptu bonanza? Just because you don’t have anyone to make you feel special does not give you the right to guilt trip me into a night of buying you drinks. And if you are going to play that game, at least have the decency to put out afterwards, OK?
Urban Kvetch: Birthday Announcements