A quick bite

I was just down at the printers for a press check and it went pretty quickly so at 11.20 I was back at the front of the building, ten minutes before my car was due to pick me up. And I was a bit peckish, so I scanned the area and saw a milk bar (sorry, I'm in SA so I'm supposed to call it a deli) down the road a bit and thought something to eat would be a great way to fill in the time (not to mention my tummy). Adelaide is a two-pie town. There's Vili's or there's Balfours. And of the two, I rather prefer the former on account of the fact that I manage to bite on a rather large chunk of gristle whenever I have eaten the latter. So if there's a choice, it's Vili's for me. The shop had Vili's advertising all over it. There was a big mural that said 'Vili's pies and pasties'; there was a menu board out the front that listed the varieties of Vili's pies and pasties you could buy; the windows had those stick-on frames done in Vili's advertising, even the plastic strips in the doorway had a big Vili's slogan and the words 'Couldn't you go a Vili's?' I got inside and walked up to the pie warmer which had Vili's branding at the top and the bottom of the glass. A guy served me, asked me what I would like and I said "I'll have a pie with sauce, please," to which he replied... "Is a Balfours OK?" Now, see if you can pick from the following list what my response was:

• No. Not OK. In fact, you can take your cartilage & shit pastry puffs and feed them to your pet pig, or some other shit-loving animal, cos there's no way I'm putting that offal-filled lucky dip of horse guts anywhere near my mouth;
• Uh, no... I asked for a pie;
• No thanks, I've already thrown up one meal this week; or
• Ah [pause]... yeah, fine

He put it in a Vili's bag, I paid him and I left. I ate in on the way back to the printers. My car wasn't there yet. I looked at my phone. It was 11.23. The pie was fine, thank you. (They're even cutting back on the gristle now... this was mostly gravy.)