In starting her presentation, she had hit her initial points well, but then the moment she dreaded came: she saw the pie chart. She had promised herself repeatedly, well before the presentation, that she wouldn't look at it, but with just one wayward glance she found herself fixated, unable to look away. The letters and numbers, just couldn’t come into focus, and her words became a stumble, for all she could see now was pie, delicious wonderful pie.

Apple pie, blueberry pie, key lime pie, and more, it was all there, each in a different slice of color. God, she really wanted pie. The intoxicating aromas, the intense sensual sweet flavors, just a nibble please she thought, just a nibble. In there she knew was all the ecstasy life could promise, yet her dismal sex life had never provided.

And then it happened, someone “coughed”, shattering the moment in which pie had entranced her. Feeling a little bit awkward, she paused ever so briefly to compose herself, and moved on to her next slide regarding projected unit sales. Hopefully, she thought, there’s still time enough to recover and not completely embarrass myself before everyone. And then, only a few sentences into her next set of points, she saw the bar chart…