3.17

All right, it's not quite pi. But as I'm about to talk about food, close enough.

As usual while Mom and I were out Sunday she asked what and when we going to eat. I said, "I know a place where the bread's fresh and the water's cold."

"That's called home," she groused. "What are we going to eat while we're out?"

"Oh, I'll find something," I answered. "But I only got $3.17."

Thinking for a minute she responded, "Well, that leaves seventeen cents for you to eat on then."

Fortunately I had more than that with me, so we ate reasonably well. Both of us.