Bob's stomach was growling as he pulled into Circe's Circle diner. It'd been a long drive so far, and he wasn't going to make it to his destination without a bathroom. Dinner and some coffee sounded pretty good, too. The place looked clean enough from the road, so he'd pulled in.

"Hi hon! Sit anywhere, I'll be right with ya!"

The bright, cheery voice was a welcome sound after the hum of the road and the blathering on the radio, which only got AM channels.

"Thanks, I'll sit in a moment, but I need to use your restroom first."

"It's in the back, hon. You want coffee, tea, water?"

"Coffee, please."

Bob took care of the essentials, then sat down and sipped his black coffee while he perused the menu.

"Ok, what'll it be, hon?"

"Grilled ham and cheese with the tomato soup. Side of fries."

"Comin' right up."

She yelled into the kitchen, "Umfer! Noah's boy smothered with a red sea. Dip some taters."

"Got it, Circ!"

A few minutes later, the food was on the table and Bob was plowing through his meal.

"More coffee, hon?"

"Yesh, thanksh"

"We have a great pi here, you want some?"

"I saw that on the menu, but you misspelled it. I think I'm hungry enough to have the whole thing!"

"That's the right spelling, hon.

"It's your menu, so you'd know. Anyway, I'll have a whole pie"

"Are you sure you can finish it?"

"Absolutely."

Bob's still stuck there in Circe's Circle, trying to finish the pi.