the last piece of pie
A couple nights ago the man got a hankering for a tasty treat at 11:30 at night so we headed out in search of splurgey goodness. He wanted pie, so we went to 24-hour Wal-Mart (it's one of those super stores with the groceries). Much to our disappointment the only thing they had was lemon meringue at the bakery counter, so we had to hit up the frozen pies. We got a delicious Hershey's chocolate creme pie. And when I say delicious, I am seriously understating it. Really really good pie.
Anyway, there was one piece left tonight. I'm not sure how that happened. Maybe the man ate an exceptionally large piece that first night or he had a bonus slice off-camera. But somehow we ended up with an odd piece. The general rule in these situations seems to be that chocolatey treats go to me and most others to him. Tonight, however, was an exception because I knew he really wanted it.
"You've still got a piece of pie," I said.
"No, I want you to have it."
"No, you take it."
"But I don't need it." <-- always said in Denholm Elliot's voice from A Room with a View
"You should have it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's all yours."
He did finally take it. He gave me a bite, though :)
Anyway, there was one piece left tonight. I'm not sure how that happened. Maybe the man ate an exceptionally large piece that first night or he had a bonus slice off-camera. But somehow we ended up with an odd piece. The general rule in these situations seems to be that chocolatey treats go to me and most others to him. Tonight, however, was an exception because I knew he really wanted it.
"You've still got a piece of pie," I said.
"No, I want you to have it."
"No, you take it."
"But I don't need it." <-- always said in Denholm Elliot's voice from A Room with a View
"You should have it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's all yours."
He did finally take it. He gave me a bite, though :)