I brought my famous homemade apple pie to my boyfriend’s birthday party. I placed the box on the counter and went to greet everyone. When I returned, I saw my boyfriend standing over the open box with a look of disgust. “What is that smell?” he asked, covering his nose.
Confused, I rushed over and was horrified to see a mess of melted plastic and something unrecognizable in the box. His younger brother sheepishly admitted he thought the pie was store-bought and had tried to reheat it in the microwave. In the box.
