Phyllis knew more than everyone thought she did. Not just about office stuff, but also about Dwight and Angela. She knew that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday that they spent half an hour together and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they spent only twenty. Now, you may think it's pretty creepy that she knew the days and times, but she decided that maybe one day she'd need to use her knowledge as blackmail to get her out of trouble later, just as she used their affair in general to be in charge of the party planning committee. Not that Phyllis was planning on being mean, mind you, she just wanted to keep things fair at the office. And Dwight was being nicer to her, which was a plus.
Just then, he walked in, bolted to his desk, and practically knocked her over in his rush back from the warehouse with Angela.
"Sorry. I did not mean to bump your large body out of my way," he said, which by Dwight's standards was pretty kind.
"Um, thanks Dwight," she answered, taking what she could get.
"Happy birthday," he said before dialing his phone.
She smiled. He'd remembered. She was happy that he was being nice, but she was just waiting for something more Dwight-ish to come out of his mouth. She was moving some paper. Her name was on the front.
Phyllis opened the mysterious envelope and saw that it was a birthday card that read:
Dear Phyllis,
It is your birthday and I'm taking the time to acknowledge that fact. Enclosed is a gift certificate to go to McDonalds as I know you like their chicken sandwiches.
---Dwight Shrute
P.S. Thank you for trying to talk to Angela for me. It was kind of you.
She looked at the front of the card and saw it had a beet on the front of it. It must have been from the gift shop from his farm that Pam had told her about.
"Thank you Dwight," said Phyllis.
"It was no trouble. You are welcome," he answered.
Well, she concluded, a little kindness goes a long way.