NaBloPoMo DAY 20:
So the other day in the office, somebody brought in a pie for Jill’s birthday. It was one of those delicious cream pies that’s a whole lot of cream and little else, and anyway, the pie was supposed to be for everyone to share and someone–I’m not saying who–was supposed to cut a slice for each of us. Though it was a small pie, true, it would’ve been the right thing to do. Right?
So we sang the obligatory seven rounds of “Happy Birthday,” right down to the part where someone said to Jill how she looks like a monkey and smells like one, too. (I agree, by the way.) Then we watched as Jill blew out the candles. Which is when things went terribly awry.
For, as the person who brought the pie was about to start slicing it, someone made a joke and Jill laughed so hard, she keeled over and, in the process, her head ended up in said pie.
But instead of lifting her face out of the pie and apologizing for making a mess of it, like anyone else might do, she proceeded to eat up the pie in one fell swoop. Like it was all for her, and not meant for the rest of us to share. Can you imagine??
So, the rest of us watched in stunned silence before heading back to our desks with nary a smattering of pie passing our lips, suffering, too, from excess salivation at the thought of the promised pie. Jill licked up every last bit of it, without any apologies.
And, when she finally came up for air, and saw we’d all left, she exclaimed,”Where did everybody go? I ate my birthday pie and it was darn good!”
Lesson Learned: Jill’s a good egg, but just don’t get her near a pie, because then she’ll turn on you like a mean monkey, wanting it all for herself. If you ask me, she could learn a thing or two about sharing.
So friends, that’s what happened the day we celebrated Jill’s birthday in the office, and, frankly, I wasn’t too happy about it. In fact–
Um, in looking at the photo more carefully, on second thought, this photograph may have been taken at a pie-eating contest held last summer during the staff picnic. If memory serves me well, and usually it doesn’t, Jill didn’t even win. She wasn’t even a distant second.
Oh well, I guess my birthday pie story is one heck of a pie story. Though I tend to believe it, just the same. After all, Jill seems to be just the kind of person who’d want her cake and eat it, too. Or pie, as is the case here.
Of course, if you have a better, pie-in-the-sky story, that explains how Jill got her face in the pie, please share it with us.
I’m taking part in NaBloPoMo–30 days, 30 posts, with only 10 more to go! There’s a contest and the winner takes all. And by all, I mean a $20 Amazon gift card. So, what are you waiting for? Comment below!