There I was sitting at a greasy spoon restaurant counter drinking my tenth cup of coffee, a flagrant abuse of the unlimited refill policy, when I look over next to me and see a half eaten piece of pie sitting lusciously without owner all alone on the counter.  As I eye-balled the pie my dignity and fear of public embarrassment kept me at bay, and for the moment, I did nothing to humiliate myself.  But when my stomach saw the pie, the greedy bastard immediately took over control of my brain and I found myself sliding into the seat next to me where without the aide of an eating utensil, I began using my bare hands to shovel what was left of the pie into my huge gaping pie hole like a ravenous wolf.