Seriously. I'd probably faint disgracefully from the shock - desperately clutching the cheque in a near-death grip. Whoever said that money doesn't buy happiness obviously didn't have quite enough of it.
Never been all that rich. Laypeople always have this odd assumption that doctors ( apart from the lucky few printing money in their lucrative private practices ) earn the big bucks when usually the reverse is true. Trust me, most people underestimate them but the truly wealthy dudes are the mechanics, the plumbers and the hawkers. Most doctors barely scrape enough to make a decent living - which my ISO fully comprehends hence the freeloader meals.
Well, we all know by now exactly what the idealistic Dr Isobel Stevens would do with the sudden windfall ( especially if you've been catching up with the recent episode of my guilty pleasure Grey's Anatomy ) but hey, not everyone's gonna be satisfied just having the precious cheque pinned to the fridge with a magnet or left hanging around the kitchen waiting for orange juice to be spilled on it. Certainly not materialistic me. Like my fair Miz Dolly once said, wealth is meant to be spread around like manure, helping young things grow.
And I certainly love spreading wealth around :) No worries. I won't just go stircrazy and impulse-purchase some twenty foot yacht with my name on the bow or some hedonistic pleasure such as the secluded island of MenmEnmeN.
Just let me loose in a large department store with an impressive bookstore and you can just see me at work. Think fabulous leather-bound books with gilt edges on oak shelves in a floor-to-ceiling library. Think super-sized walk-in wardrobe with suits, sweaters and slacks out of a menswear magazine. Not to forget to-die-for butter-soft leather shoes. Of course that's all after my jetsetting round-the-world trip picking up persian carpets, matrushka dolls, murano glass, moroccan lamps, japanese yukatas and every other odd desperately expensive thingamajig that might catch my eye.
Spreading the wealth!
Admittedly there will be generous politically-correct souls who'd consider handing part of the cheque over to charity. Unfortunately altruism would come in rarely - all depending on the worthiness of the charity - but still it would be terribly rare since hell, I'm practically a charity case myself! How can I give it away before I've finished enjoying spending it on me, my family and friends? And boy, you guys do know that Charming Calvin has some pretty expensive tastes, right? :) Gotta keep him happy with extravagant Haagen Dazs after all.
Just before my conscientious brother starts ranting endlessly about my serious lack of financial management though, I'd invest some of it in solid blue chips. Wouldn't want to run out of all that lovely cash now, would we? And hell, it'd shut him up.