I'm a changed man
Jess and I went down to the chemist today, and with the money left over we decided to go to the bakery to buy pies. Jess wanted a potato pie (aka sheppards pie) and I wanted a chicken pit. So naturally that's what I ordered, but then half way through the ordering process Jess changed her mind and asked if I wanted the potato pie. It was too late to change the order so I agreed and we swapped pies, and oh my god did she make a mistake. It was the greatest pie, in the world, period. Every single mouthful, every morsel was so intensely delicious I almost wept with joy. This pie, was some kind of king pie that only comes around once in a life time. A huge oppurtunity to whoever should bite into it. I feel more whole, more complete, than I ever have in my entire life. It's like, I want to be a better person, I want to be better to others now that I've had this great gift, this fantastic memory, bestowed upon me. I'm still intoxicated with its amazing aftertaste, but it feels more like afterglow. It's like I'm alive for the very first time in my life. I'd sure hate to have missed out on that pie for a filthy chicken in pastry.