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The Scooter Pie

Story ID:7057
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Dillon Montan USA
Year:2011
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The Scooter Pie

About 45 years ago when I was much younger, I had a photography business that did mostly Pictorial Church Directories.

For those of you who don’t know what pictorial church directories are, we would contract with a church to take pictures of each member of the congregation by appointment and then when the proofs came back we would, by appointment, show back the proofs and have the person select a picture for the directory. After the family had selected the picture that was to be used in the directory we would sell additional pictures of the family. This is how we made money as the directories were printed and given to each member free of charge. It was a win-win situation for all. The pictures were beautifully done in color by Danny, my great portrait photographer.

I lived in Fresno, California at the time and one Saturday I had an appointment to present the program to a church in a small town about 75 miles from Fresno. It was an 11 am appointment with the church deacons and elders.

My wife had the good car and I had to take my old Plymouth. Since it was July and the car had no air-conditioning I was roasting by the time I got about 15 miles out of town.

I soon came to a small town and saw a gas station with a pop machine outside. So I stopped to get a soda to cool me off. Next to the pop machine was another selling snacks and candy.

Through the windows I could see a “Scooter Pie”, which is a chocolate covered cookie with marshmallow filling. I purchased a pop and Scooter Pie then headed on my way to my appointment.

The soda was nice and cold but the Scooter Pie must have been in the sun for a long time because it was very rancid. I took one bite and then put in on the floorboard next to my briefcase with all my samples in it.

A short time later I spotted the church and drove down the long gravel driveway.

Now this was a really old car and the clutch rattled each time I shifted and the clutch pedal scraped on the side of the floorboard with each push.

When I finally looked up there were the deacons and elders standing in the shade watching me and I’m sure listening to me negotiate that long driveway.
When I finally stopped and got out of my car, I was covered with sweat from the heat, but being a good salesman and never let small things get in my way, I grabbed the briefcase and started my trek through the gravel toward my appointment.

At this point, I must tell you that I am blind in my right eye, and as I was walking toward the group I saw, out of the corner of my eye, something white. When I turned my head I saw it was the Scooter Pie stuck to the briefcase.

Without missing a step I lifted my right foot extra high and with one move scraped it off. Of course, it stuck to my shoe and I then had to drag my foot the rest of the way in the gravel, to get rid of it.

When I reached the group, no one said anything but I am certain they watched the entire scenario unfold but I wasn’t about to open my mouth.

We went inside where I made my pitch and closed the deal.

We were all happy with the outcome as the church got their directory on time and we sold quite a few pictures.

To this day, I have never eaten another Scooter Pie. But I do think of them often and the memory of that day.