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Well, the other night I needed to go to the store to pick up a few things. I got my basket and began to load it down with my weekly necessaties. I got some: orange juice (vitamin C) whole milk (calcium) a bunch of bananas (potassium) bread (carbohydrates) yogurt (protein) a steak (protein) and then I wandered into the bakery section of the store. That is where I saw it. The "it" in question was a cinnamon, spice and sugar crust topped buttery apple pie. Now, if you know me at all, you know how much I LOVE apple pie. But not just any apple pie. Fresh, home baked, non-generic apple pies. The kind that are lumpy from being unevenly filled with cinnamony apple goodness.... Well, I spotted my pie! It was sitting on the bakery table. There was a topping on the pie that resembled the crumb topping on a coffee cake with the occassional cinnamon crumb boulder. I could already taste the the cinnamon. The pie was approxiamately three and a half inches deep with a plump overflowing top, filled with crisp, tender, buttery, baked apples. It had a ribbony thin crust around the edge. I layed claim on this apple pie and knew that within a few minutes I could savor its sweetness. Then I continued to shop and pick up a few more things. You might ask why would I pick out a delicate, fragile pie and then continued to shop. Why not get the pie last? Well, the previous evening, I had been to the very same supermarket. And I had seen a very similar pie. So, I shopped and finally it was time to get my pie. I went back to the bakery section to get my pie and to my dismay, I had been slighted. They had removed all of the baked goods. Everything had been put away and there were no more apple pies to be had. This time I thought ahead! I had my pie and I was going to eat it too.... I finished shopping and went to check out. Everything went smoothly. It was all about to come together. I paid for my groceries, the cashier bagged everything and I was out of the store. I put the groceries in the car and the car started, shortly I was on my way home. I parked my car in front of my house, picked up all of my bags and went inside. There I began to unpack. I figured I would unpack everything, put it all away and eat my apple pie in its entirety. All the groceries came out and went to their respective areas. Then I got to the bag where my prized pie was. I got closer to it with anticipation. But there was something odd about the bag. There was something strangely the shape of the apple pie container in the bag but it was in the bag sideways. So, I knew there is no way it could have been the pie because nobody would put an apple pie in a bag sideways.... I opened the bag, looked inside and a horrifed look came to my face. The cashier had indeed put my pie in the bag sideways. Obviously it fit better sideways up against the bananas. I pulled the pie out of the bag to assess the damage. Most of the pie was siting in one edge of the container. And I was now the owner of some apple dipped bananas....hmmm, maybe I should market that idea.... The pie looked like one big mush of apples and cinnamon. It wasn't nearly as lovely as it had been. I was very upset. But I got myself a spoon and ladled out a nice big bowl of apple soup. cest la vie.... My question is this, what kind of genetic defect causes a person to not understand that apple pies would be baked vertically if they had been meant to be on their sides? |