Today a woman walked into the bakery to order a three tiered specially designed birthday cake...for tomorrow. And when I asked her when she needed it and she told me, she didn't even tell me in a way that made me think that she knew the level of snort-worthiness of what she was asking. This drives me CRAZY.
I wouldn't have a problem helping this lady out if she had showed any awareness or respect for the amount of time and effort it takes to pull of a stacked decorated beribboned and flowered cake. This is what I should see- hunched shoulders, sheepish faces, and apologetic voices. Oh, yes, there should be begging.
I would have LOOOOOOoooooooved to tell her absolutely not.
First of all, it's a birthday. You can see it coming for a whole year. HAVE A PLAN.
Second, a stacked cake? Really? For a teenager's birthday party? A cake that costs easily up to 200 dollars? And that's at a bakery that is one of the cheapest in the area? No no. Spoiled much?
Third, when a person all of a sudden decides they need a cake made in the next five minutes, and doesn't really understand why she's going to be charged an insane late-notice fee and tries to argue about it? Deserves to be told no and sent on her way.
Interestingly, she had also forgotten her wallet and was unable to pay. Massive eye roll.
Completely off topic, I have a brand new shockingly weird name to share. While this did not come from the bakery ( It's my step-daughter's classmate's name) it is worth sharing.
And it is....Gatlock. Unique and bold, right? The guy doesn't even have a nickname. He is Gatlock always, all the time.
So many strange people there are in the world.