After arriving home Saturday, I was starving, so I went to the freezer in search of something for a late lunch, when to my suprise I saw a TCBY cake box. My mom had got me a frozen yogurt cake for my Birthday. I yelled something high pitch and unintelligible to show my excitement about the cake, and shut the freezer door.
Later over coffee, Mom told me not to have high expectations for the cake. When she got to TCBY to pick it up, the Indian gentleman who owned the store greeted her by saying, "I did it! It look good. It was good practice for me, I will be very good next time," talking about the writing on the cake. When Mom ordered it earlier that morning he told her that his wife was out at a birthday party, but would be back to do it because he wasn't good at decorating the cakes. His wife didn't make it back in time so he went ahead and did it himself. Reaching into the freezer he retrieved and presented to my mother the white chocolate mousse cake which read,
"Happy Birthday Ashlet"
Mom swallowed hard. "You did a good job. Thank you."
A woman eating a chocolate cone across the room said, "He asked me if I could decorate it. I told him I could bake cakes but I couldn't decorate them."
So Happy Birthday to me, or to Ashlet, whoever that is...
1 comment:
Oh this made me laugh so hard!
Just think, your mom's praise of his work could have that man's day!
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