Friday evening, I took a break from reorganizing my apartment to make a run to Denise's. I decided that I needed to get some ooey-gooey goodness to eat while paging through the Phoenix and relaxing for an hour or so. While I was there, one of the staff who had complained about not feeling well was being ribbed by her coworker about not helping with the work at hand. It was largely good-natured, but as the coworker listed off all of the things that the first could not do, I could see that she was looking for an opening to launch a counter. It was not long in coming. Pie was mentioned, and some comment about "pie
prowess" was let loose...
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Who is it that Denise calls the Queen of Pies? Me. I am the Queen of Pies."
I didn't know if I should laugh or applaud.