Office Pie in the Morning
Wednesday morning I baked two pies and loaded them into the basket.
The first pie went to a certain office in Chelsea above my favorite nail salon. There I found someone doing research on cherry pitters (totally unrelated) while I sliced the still warm pie. Fourteen slices (including Esa’s, Roselee’s, Craig’s and mine) were distributed to various cubicles in the crowded, busy office.
Then Esa escorted pie number two and me downstairs for a quick post-pie cig on the sidewalk. “Why aren’t you entering the pie contest tonight?” she asked. That would have made Wednesday a four pie day. Even I have my limits.