The crowd cheered. I walked away with the girl and the pie. I dug into her pie, put a big bite into my mouth … and almost gagged.
It was the worst thing I had ever tasted.
I faked a choking spasm, managing to knock the wretched concoction off the table.
She cried and ran off while her daddy glared at me. I rode home with a neighbor couple who witnessed the disaster. They tried not to laugh in front of me.
Three days later, she ditched me for a senior with a car.
As I recall, it was about the same time I finally got that awful taste out of my mouth.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The Morehead (Ky.) News. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.