A/N- This is my first Psych. I just had to do it!
1987
Henry Spencer was about to punch a hole through his freshly painted walls. The cause was, as usual, his one and only son Shawn. The constant buzz from the toy car was increasing Henry's bad mood. Not helping were the insistent rings of the phone.
"Hello!" Henry barked into the receiver.
"Is this Henry Spencer?" A woman's voice on the other line asked.
"Yes."
"I regret to inform you that your order of fourteen pineapple and bacon pies can not be delivered. Would you like to pick them up?" She asked cheerily.
"Excuse me?" Henry asked. He had not ordered fourteen pineapple and bacon pies.
"Your pies, . They are ready to be picked up." The woman repeated.
"I did not order any pies." Henry informed her.
"I have right in front of me that a Mr. Henry Spencer ordered fourteen pineapple and bacon pies to be delivered to the address of 234 Mississippi Lane. If there were any problems I was directed to call (677)-965-2278." The woman said, getting annoyed.
"That is my address and my number, but I didn't order ant damn pies! Please cancel those orders and send the bill to that address." Henry said with as much calm as he could muster before slamming down the phone.
"Shawn!" Henry yelled.
"Yes Dad?" The little brown haired bay asked innocently from the couch.
"I hope you have enough money to pay for fourteen pineapple and bacon pies!"
"Well you see Dad. I don't acctualy have to pay for those pies. Being as they were never delivered and never in my possession, no one can prove that that particular order of fourteen pineapple and bacon pies belong to me. Their wild conjuctures would never stand up in court." Shawn replied.
Henry sighed. As much as he wanted to slap Shawn, the kid had a point. It wasn't ethical, and it wasn't moral, but the Shawn was right. He didn't have to pay for the pies. Henry did. Shawn had bought them under his name.