I Just Died in Your Pie Tonight
After work last night, I went out for food and pie at Village Inn with two of the people on my team, which is now a semi-tradition for us. As usual, it was a late night of laughter, Tarantino-esque pop cultural observations (the creepiness of George Michael’s “Father Figure” song and video was discussed), and my lusting after the girl who’s served us the last three times (a quote: “I can’t even begin to catalogue the things I would do to our waitress.”)
At one point, we were eating our free pie (the manager was kind enough to extend the “Free Pie Wednesday” hours for us), and I remarked that the pie was going to kill us, since we were all barely choking it down after eating large meals. One of the gang, Ben, looked down at his pie and said, “I think you’re right…I’m definitely going to die in this pie.”
To which I responded, in a sing-song voice, “I just died in your pie tonight!”
We laughed for a good five minutes about that one, looking for all the world (or at least the world represented by the late-night Village Inn patronage) like we were all massively stoned.
We then got in an argument about who sang that song. Marissa thought it was Glass Tiger.
I looked it up just now. It was Cutting Crew.
Anyway, that’s why I slept too late to flirt will all the Tumblr hotties this morning: I was dying in a pie last night. I am content with that.
