I asked if he’d prefer to close another day, but he said the proposed day was fine.
At the conclusion of the closing, I went to my car and brought him back a cupcake. “Happy birthday!” I said, smiling. He accepted my gift, while staring at me with icy eyes.
“A discount would have been better than a cupcake,” he half-mumbled as he packed up his papers.
I was now in one of those moods, so I said, “Well, you signed contracts on my birthday, and didn’t pay me extra, so we’re even.”