Cookie Swap

cookiesToday was the Second Annual Accounting Department Cookie Swap. Ron didn’t come over. Coop and I had a meeting with him yesterday and he had given us a heads up that he wasn’t going to come. He didn’t want to burden his wife Diana by asking her to bake cookies because she already prepped food for the CHH Holiday luncheon on Monday. Without missing a beat, Coop says, “Come over anyway. You don’t need to bring anything. There will be enough cookies.” That was nice of her.

A couple hours later I realized it was a moment that is completely foreign to me. Coop’s offer was so simple, reasonable and sincere. But it was something I would never have come up with. I don’t know what it is, but I always fail at these moments. I’ll be having a conversation with someone and they ask about my work or my vacation or my family, and often it doesn’t even occur to me to reciprocate. A lot of times I realize it later and it makes me feel so self-centered. I would like to change this, but it repeatedly happens. I may be missing the thing in the brain that makes people considerate.

Tonight I was recapping the cookie swap with Pam. I told her about Coop’s offer yesterday and my thoughts about it.
“I would never think to say that.”
“That’s because you’re an asshole.”
“Then why do you like me?”
Lovingly, “…because you’re my asshole.”
So at least there’s that.