The Most Creative Thing I Have Ever Done
Five days ago, I did what I consider the most creative act of my lifetime. It was my wife’s birthday and she was expecting to be taken out for dinner or treated to some fanciful occasion. Personally, I have no excitement for events like birthdays and anniversaries. So, her birthday was just one of such days, and I did not have to waste my time and resources on it. If anything, I was broke and had many bills to handle, which bothered me a lot. I shoved the issue aside and moved on with my daily activities.
At nine in the evening, I arrived home with shopping without anything special for her. It is then that I realized I was in trouble. My wife was so infuriated that she began shouting at me. I had forgotten that the same day was the anniversary of my first meeting with her seven years ago. Watching the television made me meet an advert that led me to the act that solved this stalemate. I consider this my creative act of all times, as the act made her surprised and happy.
My wife opened the door jovially and hugged me. She took the bags I had and placed them on the table. “How has your day been?” she asked. I replied that it had been fine. As soon as she opened the bags, the glamour in her face disappeared, and she immediately looked bleak and disappointed. A sharp coldness and silence descended upon the living room as we flatly stared at one another. It was just dawning on me that I had done nothing about her birthday despite being reminded twice. At first, I thought the issue was not very serious, but one more question from her made me feel completely embarrassed. “Did you also forget about how we met?” She rushed into the bedroom and locked herself there.
I reflected upon the issue and felt both useless and confused. “Should I follow her into the bedroom to console her?” I asked myself. However, I knew this would be disastrous because she is usually very reactive. An argument in this mood would probably escalate into a terrible fight. Almost immediately, my son walked into the living room and switched on the TV. A KFC advert on offers for birthdays and similar occasions came up. There were assortments of niceties one could buy for their loved ones. The advert was meant for rush-hour couples who had failed to buy gifts on important dates. They offered free delivery to residences within the city. I crammed the payment details, went straight to KFC’s website and ordered a cake with my wife’s name on it. I also included drinks, cookies, and a mega-sized pizza.
I needed to make everything appear as though I had planned it earlier. This was the only way I would convince her that I had not forgotten about her birthday and our meeting anniversary, which mattered a lot to her. I could not let her see the gifts arriving and the best way to do this was to keep her in the bedroom. I hatched a quick plan; took our son’s guitar toy and undid all the screws holding it together. I gave the boy the guitar, screws, and a screwdriver to take to the mum to repair for him. I followed him from behind and ensured she had settled on the job. I locked the door at the end of the corridor and went out to wait for the delivery, lest they should ring the bell and arouse curiosity. I was just on time and took the gifts into our study. Although I let the deliveryman go without checking them, they turned out to be perfect.
I laid the room elegantly. The cake was conspicuously set in the middle of the room and the other gifts distributed around it. I got a smaller table for the pizza, and soon everything was set. I went to the bedroom, held her hands and literally dragged her to the study despite some resistance. I opened the door to the study, and the house was in a joyous mod once again. As we celebrated my wife’s birthday and our meeting anniversary, I viewed my actions that day as the most creative ever. I will never tell her I ordered for the gifts in the night. I also hope she never discovers that herself because we all deserve to be happy.