Pie-lot

(A delicious aroma wafts through the cabin on a budget flight with no hot meal service. The food trolley comes past.)

Me: “What do you have?”

Air Steward: “Sandwiches, cookies, chocolate bars.”

Me: “But what’s that yummy smell?”

Air Steward: “Oh! That’s the captains’ pie. We’re just warming it up for him.”

(At least they toasted my chicken sandwich.)