Despite my better judgment, I participated once again in the “game” at my office the next year, and I was actually winning! I had just scored a beautiful hors d’oeuvres/cheese and cracker tray. The tray was brown with five different colored dishes on it—a larger square in the middle and then four rectangle-shaped ones around it. I collect Fiestaware, particularly one dish, bowl, cup, etc. of each color, so the tray was especially perfect and would go with everything in my kitchen.
I was clearly meant to be the rightful owner of this tray—which is exactly what I was trying to explain to the nurse who was stealing it away from me. I know I sat and pouted [never mind the fact that Santa was watching], and in the moment I didn’t care if I looked like a poor sport. I was genuinely upset about being separated from something to which I had immediately become attached.
That year I ended up with a “Laugh-A-Day Doctor Humor” daily calendar. There were no laughs. The jokes weren’t even funny as flipped through the days. I lost yet again.
That next week I arrived at my office to a beautifully wrapped box on my desk with a card that simply read “Enjoy”. I opened the package to find my hors d’oeuvres tray inside! We were reunited! I welled up over how generous and thoughtful the nurse had been, and then I immediately felt like the world’s biggest brat about it all. I will say this—that tray looks fantastic on my table.