A couple of days ago, I went to Bojangles for some biscuits and sweet potato pies. The sweet potato pies (and, frankly, the macaroni and cheese) are the actual reason I go to Bojangles. Plausible deniability, however, requires that I get some chicken, or something else, too. Hence, the country ham biscuit for me and the sausage biscuit for Rupert.
At any rate, when I got home with my order, there was but one sweet potato pie in the sack, when I had ordered two. (Go ahead, you can judge me. I get it.) There was a little confusion about my order when I made it, so I put the one-pie-instead-of-two down to a simple drive-thru speaker misunderstanding.
And I didn't think any more about it.
Today, I went to the grocery store, and put my bags in the passenger seat for the ride home. Guess what I saw when I opened the passenger side door.
I'm not too proud nor vain to admit that I'm wondering whether that little sucker is still edible.
And I didn't think any more about it.
Today, I went to the grocery store, and put my bags in the passenger seat for the ride home. Guess what I saw when I opened the passenger side door.
I'm not too proud nor vain to admit that I'm wondering whether that little sucker is still edible.
3 comments:
Too funny. Do they not smell???
Id have eaten it on the spot! If I liked sweet potato pies...
Too funny Kim. I'd risk it for sure
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