Cake on the floor
Well tonight I thought it was time to write a little something.
Today was my wonderful mothers 64th birthday and we needed to go and buy her a cake. I get a black forest cake put it in the cart, then go help David to pick out some flowers for our mum. We bump into some people we know and I work with, then a bit later I bash into more people I know... Now the store is full of people.......... so you know what is going to happen.
I go into line, pick up the cake ( by the top) and it drops from my fingers, trying to catch the cake as it falls to the ground my attempt becomes failure.. I'm covered in cake... the floor is covered in cake... my friends and co-workers are laughing.... strangers are smirking.
I can never seem to do a small act without gaining a crowed.
In the end I didn't have to pay for the cake and we got another one for our mother to enjoy.
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And the moral of the story is...
don't cry over spilled cake - people you know may be watching and think you're a sissy. You chose the better way, I must give you kudos for that (as an eye witness to this hilarious account.)
Man, that means that I just missed it! Would have loved to be there! :)
Jeamie
hahaha... only you, Joy... or me. lol
I also am sad that I just missed it!
I also am sad that I just missed it!
Nikki I know you are anonymous so you not face up to it?
I mean why don't you face up to it, poor grammer have I.
sounds like a classic joy moment, you will have to recreate it for me this weekend...
Thank you for that story, hit the spot!
TheDRake
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