This $8 fried apple pie I ordered from my hotel looks suspiciously similar to the 50-cent McDonald’s variety with a little extra cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top.
The pact
So Mike and I have this pact that whenever one of us asks “What are you thinking?” you have to honestly respond with just that: what you were thinking.
He just popped over to my house with two apple pies from McDonald’s, one for me and one for him. I haven’t gotten to mine yet, although his had been gobbled down.
So when I asked him, “What are you thinking?” he responded with a deep question: Are you going to eat your apple pie?