मून PIE

I recalled an incident that happened, oh, about 12 years ago. It was the month of July I believe. I had driven about 5.5 hours to get to Alton, Illinois, without stopping and was exhausted by the time I reached my hotel, The Stratford. The room was a pit, to say the least, and I was immediately greeted by a rather large cockroach. The air conditioning didn't work in my room - but I had heard the location was haunted so I stuck it out. The hotel bar wasn't serving food and it was pretty late. I was starving! I had 90 cents in my pocket and placed the majority of it into a snack machine, choosing a banana Moon Pie. I was so hungry; I couldn't open the package fast enough! Upon pulling apart the seal of the plastic it was in, the Moon Pie literally disintegrated into a cloud of ash in front of me. Seconds ago I was staring at a solid, healthy-looking Moon Pie. Now there wasn't one single piece I could pick up with my fingers. Major WTF moment.