Temptation, Thy Name Is Pie

When I got home this afternoon, there was a UPS "Sorry We Missed You" slip on my door. On the slip it said that there was a package for me, and it was left on my patio. Well, I hadn't ordered anything from anywhere, so I knew right away that it was a mistake.


I brought the package in and noticed that the package was indeed for someone else, but it had my complete correct address on it, including apartment number. There was a phone number on it, so I called, thinking it would be the intended recipient, and right when someone answered the phone I noticed where the package came from. It was Goode Company. Which meant one thing. It was pie. Sweet, delicious, tasty, flaky pie.

The number I dialed actually was Goode Company, and being the honest person that I apparantly am, I told the woman the issue. She seemed surprised that I was calling to report the problem, and she told me that while she was going to trace the package, I was probably going to be able to just keep the pie. She took my phone numbers and said she would call me back.

So, here I am. The mystery pie is on the table, and it's KILLING me!!!! Is it tasty pecan? Wonderful chocolate? How about apple? Or peach? Or Coconut? Or pumpkin? It's driving me batshit crazy, and all I can think about is ripping open the box and relaxing on the couch with the pie and a fork. (Because I'm dirty that way.)


It's probably pecan, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they let me have it. Mmmmmmmm.......pecan.