"Happy birthday to yoouuu, feliz cumpleanos a ti, happyy birthday to ... uh, Estaloooo, happy birthday to yooooooou!!"
"Uhhh, are you 1, are you 2?"
"Oh forget it you're probably 100 years old it'll take us all day." I say sarcastically. I hand Estaloo my card, that has a scratched out "Get Well" on it and a replaced, rough "Happy Birtday!". It also has the image of a rough drawing of a pilot parachuting out of his plane with sunglasses and two RPG's in his hands, duel wielding two jets.
"It's bad ass though," I pause, smiling, "sorry it's not neat, but I did my best.... oh dang. Sorry. I am the new guy, I don't think we met. I remember hearing your cries for help on the radio though." I said, a joyous grin on my face. "But in all honesty, get better and have a good birthday."