Stolen Pie

I really do love Christmas. I love the Christmas tree, the lights, the carolers, the crafts, and most of all, I love the homemade treats. I love my grandfather's sugar cookies and I love chocolate covered pretzels I make every year. Hard to beat, though, is my friend Sara's brownie pecan pie. It is simply the best pie in the whole world, so you can imagine my excitement when I came to work this morning and found a brownie pecan pie from Sara on my desk.

I refused to cut the pie and share it with my colleagues because once you cut a pie in a law office, you will not leave the premises with anything more than crumbles. I'm often amazed how quickly grown people can consume desert. My unwillingness to share was met with some sarcastic remarks that bounced off of me like rubber.

I feel that I have sufficiently set the stage for the near tragedy that followed... I came back from a very short trip to the copy room to find that the very pie I have described had been stolen! My favorite Christmas present was gone! The audacity! I stomped around the office laughing and accusing my office neighbors of having stolen my pastry. It turns out it was a practical joke and the pie was retrieved from a chair of an unknowing colleague with no harm down. The fear that the pie might have been sat upon, though, was palpable.

At the end of the day, I have learned a valuable lesson... two lessons, actually. (1) You should always share your pie, as you might end up with none at all if you don't; and (2) you should always make sure there isn't a pie in your chair before you sit down.