| This time, I'm in that long line in front of Flying Saucer Pie Company. This is nuts, because it looks like it's about to rain really hard. |
 not nearly as long as it will be tomorrow |
 almost home |
I'm actually in front of the store - there are a couple of police officers helping out nearby. I had to park a couple blocks away. I'm going for a couple of pecan pies, a key lime, and a coconut cream. Maybe a cherry. |
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I got my pies (they were out of key lime - rats!), but here's a followup. A
woman walked the length of the line from back to front, handing out these
cards advertising services as a psychic. I didn't take one, but the person in
front of me did and was kind enough to let me grab a picture. When the lady
got to the front of the line, did she retire to her psychic headquarters and
prepare to attend to her new pie-fattened clientelle? No! She slipped into
line and pulled out a bunch of cash -- the whole thing was an elaborate
line-cutting ruse! Needless to say, she was quickly ratted out, and escorted
away (from the line, that is) by Houston's finest, facing the scornful grins
and jeers that you'd expect from a bunch of people waiting for that long. Nice.
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 with psychic friends like these... |
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