Spoons

This weekend, we had a retreat at PMBC. It was a very small retreat which meant we actually had some free time between meals as well as later in the evenings.

A favorite game for my wife and the staff is "Spoons." For the uninitiated, the game is played by passing along a series of playing cards until you have four of a kind. In the center of the group of players is a pile of spoons. Once someone has four of a kind, everyone reaches for a spoon. If you don't get one, you get a letter S-P-O.....etc. The winner is the only person who hasn't spelled the word SPOONS.

I didn't really want to play.

My wife pressured me to.

I didn't want to be a spoil sport.

I really wanted to go to WAWA and get snacks.

So to make her happy, I played. But since I wasn't into it, I privately made the game more interesting for myself by cheating in nearly every round--hoping to get caught--but realizing that no one was paying close enough attention.

I frequently made it appear that I had four of a kind (when I didn't). I randomly grabbed a spoon, thus causing frequent battles between other players. I laughed at the others as their letters piled up while I spent most of the game without any letters. I even made it to the final round against my wife and I beat her (at least that's what she though.....I didn't really have four of a kind).

Fast forward one day. I thought it would be funny to confess what I had done. Let's just say that no one thought it was funny. My wife no longer respects me and the other players now think I'm a big sham.

Stupid game.

Next time I'm just going to WAWA.