Esteemed Mr. David,

If I'd known what a pie floater was, would I have gone into a lengthy
discourse on pasties?  I remember taking a bath with my little brother once
in our youth, during which time a floater appeared at his end of the bathtub,
but it wasn't pie-shaped.  So I guess you get to keep your bottle of Chateau
Didgeridoo 1999.  Ah, well.

Perhaps other of our colleagues, more well-traveled or more well-read (or
less full of shit) than I, will prove worthy of your challenge.

Ralph