“All right. Mr. James, what star sign am I?” “I have no clue at all, but your birthday is September Ninth.” I’m genuinely surprised he knows that, but I suppose it is in my employee file. “Correct. That makes me a Virgo, by the way.” “Good to know. Make sure to order yourself some flowers from me. Or diamonds, if that’s what you prefer.” The room erupts into wolf whistles and cheers at that one, and I join in with the laughter.
