I picked up some groceries a couple of days ago. When I returned home, my neighbors were outside, so we chatted a bit. While I was visiting, Greg came outside and took the groceries out of the trunk of my car.

Except he forgot something.

I opened the trunk yesterday to throw my oldest son’s football bag inside, and found…

…a can of biscuits. A can of biscuits that had popped open due to the heat and “cooked” inside my trunk.

Who’s got the gravy?