pie and more pie

another slice please, thank you. Just one more. I'll work it off at the gym tomorrow. What's that, dear, I am traveling tomorrow? Thanks, love, I'll work these extra slices off at the hotel gym. What, I'm booked solid for the next two days? No problem, I'll work out in the evening, or in the morning before heading off to my meetings. Oh, wait, there's coffee and doughnuts at the morning meetings, bagels at noontime, and finger sandwiches in the evenings? But I have a stipend for dinner, and if I don't use it, I can't charge large sums to my credit card for later reimbursement, which means I won't be able to get my company to pay for my frequent flyer miles, which means I might actually have to foot the bill for my next trip down to the Caribbean. So, guys, let me take you out to dinner, my treat, but you'll have to pay for your own drinks, and we can't go over four hundred dollars. Yes, miss, I'll have the steak. Sides? Macaroni and cheese aaaaaand... butter beans. Hey, guys, anyone see a gym at our hotel? No? Well, I'll just work these extra pounds off when I get home. Hey, doc, thanks for seeing me. What's that, I have dangerously elevated blood-sugar levels? And my blood pressure is too high? I wonder why - I work out all the time.

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