They Can Have Their Pie And Eat It
(My friend and I are both still at high school and are 15 years old. My mum has a strict ‘no-one round on a school night’ policy, as there will be school/work the next morning. It is a Wednesday, meaning I’m not allowed people over, when this happens)
Mum: “Does [Friend] like pie?”
Me: “Probably. Why?”
Mum: “Well, I’m cooking the pie Grandpa bought for us from the butcher, and I’ve realised it’s too big for just the two of us, so I’m wondering if [Friend] wants to come over?”
Me: “Er… are you telling me to invite [Friend] over for tea? On a Wednesday night?”
Mum: “Yes.”
Me: “We have school tomorrow.”
Mum: “I know. It’s fine.”
(I call my friend up.)
Me: “Hi, [Friend]. I have a couple of weird questions.”
Friend: “Hello! What is it?”
Me: “Have you had tea? And if not, do you like pie?”
Friend: “Er… No, I haven’t, and yes, I do. Why?”
Me: “Mum’s baked a pie that’s too big for the two of us. She wants you to help us eat the pie.”
Friend: *there’s a pause before I hear her shouting to her mum* “Mum, can I go to [My Name]’s for pie? Her mum’s made too much and needs a [Friend’s Family Surname] to help out!” *there’s another pause* “Mum says yes; she’ll drop me there in a few!”
(About five or six years later, this friend is now at uni, and have been having a long conversation on the phone. At an hour, the phone call stops being free, so we agree to hang up and call back. I get the call back quickly, but it’s not what I expect.)
Friend: “You know we said we’d continue this conversation?”
Me: “Yeah?”
Friend: “[Housemate] has just turned up with pie that’s too big for them.”
Me: “Are you needed?”
Friend: “Yes. Yes, I am.”
Me: “I totally understand; you’re the pie eating hero we do not deserve but need.”
Friend: “I knew you’d understand. You and I having an understanding when it comes to pie.”
(Even ten years after the incident, the fact my mum invited my friend over for a pie is still a joke in our household and with our group of friends.)