i just wanted a piece of french silk pie. i was fresh out of the hospital & it was my first night in 3 weeks without having another person within 10 ft. of me 24 hours a day. i wasn't able to use my left arm, and i was left handed, so it was doubly akward for me. so whatever, i dropped the mutherfucker on the dirty kitchen floor. i almost burst into tears (for all you know i did) there wasn't any of that 5 second bullshit, because it was pie and i'd have to get down on the floor and lick it up. the only reason i didn't do it was because i didn't think i could get back up. what really sucks is i couldn't clean it up, so i had to look at it for a day on top of it......