Even the walls would blush

There is a PICU stockroom supplier at work who we will call "D". Picture an attractive, middle-aged African American woman, ever-smiling, demonstrative, and gregarious, who you just always want to hug. She is famous for making grown men blush and creating awkward situations with staffpersons' spouses for sport. The first time I saw her in the unit, she yelled something like, "Hey baby...you new around here?"  We became quick friends after that and she enjoys jeering me for fun.

One day later in December, she came into the break room as I was eating lunch. She said, "Where is MY food?".

"Umm, D, I ----".

"Uhhhhhhh-huh!" she interrupted. "That's not what you said LAST NIGHT..." and went on as I turned all shades of red in front of the other lunch-goers.

This morning, while talking to a special friend in the lobby, she walked by, stopped, stared. "You cheatin' on me?" she cried incredulously, just loud enough for the whole lobby to get the idea. Waiting long enough to make things uncomfortable, she smiled and relented, "good to see you guys. Now come here, boo," as she embraced each of us.

Gotta love D....