"Yeah," he answered, "I mean, I'm at the point that I probably could go in, but it's not nice to make everyone else sick. I have to go in tomorrow, though, because it's a four-day weekend."
I looked at him, puzzled. "A four-day weekend?"
"Well, we get Thursday and Friday off, so I have to go in tomorrow to get stuff done," he explained.
"Yes, but why is it a four-day weekend?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Um ... Thanksgiving?" he prompted.
"No, honey, that's next week," I said gently.
"Really?" He looked at his watch in amazement. "Are you sure?"
"Yep, that's next week." I paused. "By the way, do you know what day this is?"
He sighed and looked sheepish. "Yes, I know what day this is."
"And what day is it?"
"It's November 14th."
"And what happens on November 14th?" I asked.
"It's our anniversary."
"And what do we say on our anniversary?"
He looked at me blankly for a minute, then replied, "I don't know! Usually we don't say anything and then on the 15th we say, 'Oh shit, we forgot our anniversary!'"
We stared at each other for a minute, then broke into giggles.
"Happy Anniversary!" we both said simultaneously.
So you see, even after 17 long, long years, there's hope for us all.