Tonight, our poker game ended about midnight. As I'm making my way to my car, a scary looking guy with crazy crazy eyes jumps out from behind a corner and screams at the top of his lungs, "What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?"
I have no idea where this came from, but when I opened my mouth to speak I said, "I could buy you a slice of pie..."
His shoulders, which had been around the level of his ears, suddenly loosened and fell.
He said, "You're all right." Then, he walked past me to menace someone else.
Everyone likes pie.