menu advice

[Almost lunch. Clouds proceed across the sky. Trainyards across the nation are busy. Palinode (that's me) phones Schmutzie (that's her).]

Palinode: I'm stuck in one of those agonies of indecision.

Schmutzie: And?

Palinode: I don't know what to eat for lunch.

Schmutzie: Have something with fruit.

Palinode: In that case I'll have a pie for lunch.

Schmutzie: A whole pie?


Schmutzie: A fruit pie?

Palinode: A lunch pie.

Schmutzie: There's no such thing.

Palinode: It's just like a regular pie, but people stare at you in horror.