My Grandpa told me a story about his dad. They would go out and run errands for the farm he grew up on and then they'd stop at a pie shop.
"Why are we here Dad?" Grandpa's dad was always strict so whenever his dad took him to a place like this it was pretty out of the ordinary
"Good pie, son." And that's all he'd say, but my grandpa remembers it still like it was yesterday
