Pot Pies

Me: I need a hug. Tricia: OK Me: (*sigh*). Y'know, if you had hugged me like this in high school, 25 years ago, I would have been a different kid. Tricia: I know. That's why I didn't hug you. Me: What!?? Why!?? Tricia: Cuz, you would have followed me around like a little puppy dog? Me: True, true… Well, what about now? Tricia: Now? You could give a rat's a**. In fact in about 15 minutes you're going to say something rude and misogynistic and then you're going to end it with, "Where's my pot pie woman!" Me: Ha ha... Yeah. Pot pies are awesome.