What all started off as a day to celebrate a delicious pastry, turned into a day of pure chaos.
Back Story: We had a bidding war with all of our radio stations at Woodward Radio Group, where employees would bid money on who gets to pie volunteers in the face, and the money went to charity. I was a volunteer, somehow (…I was just assigned to do it?). It’s for charity, all good.
After a bidding war between Joe Marroe and Eddie, Eddie won the bid to pie me in the face. Why he would want to pie his best friend in the face is beyond me, but here we are.
What happened next is only what can be called a backstabbing, treasonous attack on me.
You just witnessed a savage sneak attack on an innocent charity giver. We have the bid-winner, Eddie rightfully pie-ing me in the face, but I did not know that the company’s President, Kelly, would also be pie-ing me in the face immediately after. I’m a team player and very charitable (duh) so I agreed. WHAT I ALSO DIDN’T KNOW was that Joe Marroe would come in for the trifecta pie strike to my chrome dome.
Why would he do this? How did he get a pie?! Who all knew about this heinous act?! It’s clear to me that inside moles assisted and colluded together in this unprovoked attack.
Oh, and then Eddie and I participated in a pie eating contest (Thanks Simple Simon’s!) which sounds fun on the surface but not logistically, it’s not awesome. French silk is a whole lot of dairy…
And of course, Eddie cheated and took home a nice pie, while my remaining mess was covered in snot and spit. Oh well, at least I’m the Champ! 🏆
