I stopped at a bakery last week, and the sign said, “We
make the best apple pies in the world.” So I bought one. But when I got it
home, the pie was all gummy and undercooked. I took it back to the owner. “This
thing is terrible!” I said. “I thought you make the best pies in the world.”
The man just shrugged. “I was talking about the planet Neptune,” he said.
Random thoughts from a man out standing in his field.
