All across the five boroughs you could feel the tension in the air. Workers made their way home on the evening commute, pastel colored envelopes held tightly under their arms. But a strange thumping sound occurring almost in unison, reverberated in building after building. There at countless kitchen tables sat housewives, tapping rolled-up newspapers, the article about the pole-dancing shop girl appearing on every upswing.
The men could sense that something was amiss but they knew that the card they brought would bring a smile to their spouse's face as it had done on countless nights in the past few weeks. Little did they know ...