Wisdom teeth removal (L’s, not mine) = a search for soft foods, diet be damned, and, well, it’s cheap pie month at Marie Callendar’s. You have to pay sixty cents for the pie tin deposit which just struck me as some sort of scam, but I realise now that’s how they suck you in – the woman ahead of us in line brought seven tins back. I felt trapped for a moment, wondering if I could let the sixty cents go or if I was doomed to buy pie for life.

I’ve been watching way too much Sopranos recently.


This was published on 13 Feb 2005.
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