I was coming out of Wal-Mart with a 12 in pumpkin pie in hand. Lets pause and reflect on how AWESOME pumpkin pie is, let alone a 12 incher. Anyway, as I exited, I decided to hop over one of the ram guard post things. Pie in hand. I am, or was, rather well known for wearing pants too big for me being tall and skinny, so my baggy pants caught at the crotch. The pie flew out of my hand and landed perfectly on the ground. Not a scratch. I did not fair so well. The post flipped me around and I landed in the most wonderful pie in the world. Of course there were many spectators as well as security cameras to watch the whole thing.
Its okay to laugh at this. But I still cry for the pumpkin pie.
Sorry Henry and Vampire, a pie to the back of the head just isn’t as good as one to the face . . .or landing in one (sadly, which I have done).
Whoa whoa whoa– now you have to tell that story.
I was coming out of Wal-Mart with a 12 in pumpkin pie in hand. Lets pause and reflect on how AWESOME pumpkin pie is, let alone a 12 incher. Anyway, as I exited, I decided to hop over one of the ram guard post things. Pie in hand. I am, or was, rather well known for wearing pants too big for me being tall and skinny, so my baggy pants caught at the crotch. The pie flew out of my hand and landed perfectly on the ground. Not a scratch. I did not fair so well. The post flipped me around and I landed in the most wonderful pie in the world. Of course there were many spectators as well as security cameras to watch the whole thing.
Its okay to laugh at this. But I still cry for the pumpkin pie.
Great story. Curse you, gigant-o-pants!