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 [Private] Tragedy in the bakery

[Private] Tragedy in the bakery

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[Private] Tragedy in the bakery

Donna Chambers |

Posted on Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:56 pm

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I couldn't believe Jasmine was finally coming down to visit. I think my description of Logan had scared her off before, so it took a lot of assuring her that he wasn't a complete ass and once you got used to him he was really a funny fucker. You just had to take him with a grain of salt. My friends from Seattle and even my more recent friends from Portland were a little.. well they were a little off course from the old me. More liberal, which was a good thing in moderation. But also tiptoed into highly annoying... social justice territories that I would rather just steer clear of. Maybe a person of my sexuality should care a little more, but fuck, right now the right to marry wasn't something I immediately sought after.

Jasmine was different, at least, a little more quiet, and she was mad helpful in steering the conversation away from those conversations with a quiet but powerful anecdote, and then a hilarious joke. We compared tattoos we wanted, talked about regrets and triumphs with current tattoos, and I could watch HGTV with her and drool over home design with her without feeling like a complete loser. Best thing? We could fool around without her expecting anniversary cards or roses on V-day. So, while I had to be hesitant, I was always more than happy to show my appreciation for her. That's why I was shelling out a shit ton of cash for her goddamn birthday cake. But Jas LOVED hot pink, black and white together. I don't care what it was, if she saw those colors together on anything, it could be a fucking toilet, her eyes would light the fuck up. So it was going to be worth it.

I gave the cashier the cash, noting that she was the same cashier tha'd been on duty the day I'd met Lenny. Fuck, needed to catch up with that shit. Jesse mentioned the breakup, and it pissed me off that they hadn't even lasted long enough for me to chill with them. She gave me change and my eyes darted to the tip jar. Fuck, if it hadn't been there, I wouldn't have thought twice, but now that it was there, I wanted to I mean shit. But would it make me a dick if I wanted to see the cake first? I threw a dollar of the change into the tip jar and all the loose change. It wasn't 20 percent or whatever, but it was something. Besides, I was sure this chick was making minimum wage or more, not like waitress pay. I smiled briefly at her as she turned around to grab the cake from a cooler. She placed it on the counter and opened the box. "How's it look?"

Holy fucking shit, though, it was perfect. Really, never in my life had I eaten a fancy cake like that. It was either the typical walmart cake with typical roses and border and maybe some sprinkles, or home made where you were lucky if it turned out decently. I'm sorry, but my instagram was going to be flooded with pictures of this fucker. It didn't even look real. The cashier had a look of pride on her face, and hell if she was the one that made it, she damned well deserved that look.

Hot damn, did you make this?  
"Sure did. Just be careful, obviously, that bow on top is kind of fragile.. I mean it won't break easily but it'l fall off if you're not careful." She closed the lid and pushed the box closer to me just a tad, more of a gesture than a function, if that makes sense. I picked up the box and started out the door, at least until I heard the bell of the door signalling that it was opening. The sound of laughing, running kids surrounded me, and the next thing I knew two of them had crashed against me, I'd grabbed onto the counter for support, and the cake was in the floor.

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Posted on Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:59 pm

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Powdered donuts were the only reason I left my apartment. Well, that and dog food. I could live on Chinese and pizza delivery, but I couldn't say the same for my dog, Esmeralda. There was this bakery in Owl Heights that sold these really amazing powdered donuts. It was totally worth the drive and the price.

I parked my old Taurus in a neighboring lot and made my way into the bakery. The whole place was decorated with pastel colors and cutesy frills and was a little over the top for my taste. That wasn't saying much considering I was a regular customer at the local 7-Eleven. If this whole venture said anything, it was that those donuts must've been pretty damn good.

I was scrolling through my Tumblr dash while I waited in line when some kids ran into this chick with blue hair who was ahead of me and made her drop this super fancy looking cake all over the floor. I rolled my eyes as the kids ran off  and stared at the wrecked cake in dismay. Some people really needed to learn to control their kids. It was my turn at the register, but the cake mess was blocking the way and there wasn't much to do about that. We would probably have to wait for an employee to come clean the icing and cake bits off the floor and who knew if they would replace the cake? I sighed and resigned myself to waiting.

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Posted on Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:49 pm

No, no one cried over spilt milk anymore, but a sixty five fucking dollar cake. And apparently that was a good deal. I stared down at first, in disbelief. It was vanilla chocolate swirl, just like I'd asked, and I could see the raspberry filling. It was going to go so fucking great with the cheap ass champagne I'd bought. I looked up, probably with the death glare of a terminator at the mother when she walked in. Fucking figured, she had that goddamn "can I speak to a manager" inverted bob, fake ass chanel sunnies and resting bitch face. Seriously, I was so pissed that I almost felt pain in my chest and the breath was taken away from me. Finally, finally, my eyes darted to the cashier, who had probably the same expression of horror and anger as I did and then to the soccer mom. She pushed her sunnies up on her head and looked at the cake.

"Oh, that's unfortunate, but um, isn't someone going to clean that mess up? If someone slips on that you'll have a law suit on your hands," she spoke as she looked at the cashier. Her boys had been silent at first, looking from me to their mom and back. They must have realized they were in the clear once she spoke, and one whispered something to the other and they began running again, this time toward the back of the store.

Maybe your boys? Since they caused this mess? I noticed the cashier stepping away. God, I hope she wasn't going to fold and clean this up. I mean, I was royally screwed. It hadn't been her fault, I didn't expect her to give me my money back. She'd totally fulfilled her end of the bargain. But this bitch here? Yeah, she owed me.

And speaking of which, that was a sixty five dollar cake. And my friend's Birthday is today. I'm screwed!

"Oh, this is rich! You're blaming this on my boys? I'm sorry, but my boys are at no fault for your balance issues, but I do know an ENT specialist you could see."

Oh my God, apparently I didn't belong in the bakery, since the first time I'd almost gotten in a fight with that crazy Trans girl. At this point I was seeing red and I wasn't sure I'd remember anything I was doing. I snatched the box from the floor and shoved it to the mom. My fist is going to refer your face to an ENT specialist if you don't clean this shit up so this chick has a place to stand in line.

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Posted on Wed Apr 22, 2015 2:17 pm

When the kids' mother walked in I was reminded why I hate people so much. She just oozed snobbery. And her parenting skills were just atrocious. My mom loved me, but that didn't mean she wouldn't whoop my ass if I pulled a stunt like those boys did.

I watched the women argue until I couldn't take any more bullshit. The chick whose cake was on the ground was obviously pissed the fuck off, and rightly so. It didn't seem like anyone else was going to speak up and I couldn't have cared less what this woman thought of me so I stepped forward. Excuse me, but your sons ran into this woman and caused her to drop her cake. I said in my most businesslike tone. It's not unreasonable to ask that you cover the cost of the cake. I considered commenting on her obvious excess of money and how it didn't make up for her lack of taste, but I held my tongue. It was obvious from the way I was dressed that I wasn't in the same social class as this woman, sarcasm would only add another weapon to her arsenal against me.

The woman looked seriously mad, like somehow being asked to be courteous of others was something to be angry about. She opened her mouth to argue, but to the surprise of everyone in the bakery, the cashier spoke up. Quote Begin Ma'am, if you don't pay for the damage your sons caused I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Quote End

You could practically see the smoke pouring out of the woman's ears. I almost expected her to threaten to call her attorney, but instead she reached into her purse, took out her wallet, and grudgingly forked out the cash. I guess she was embarrassed about having been stood up to because she grabbed her boys' hands and marched out of the store with her nose in the air. I rolled my eyes as she went. Good riddance. In the meantime, the cashier started cleaning up the cake from the floor. Thanks I said to her.

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Posted on Wed Apr 22, 2015 10:49 pm

I didn't expect anyone else to get involved in my mess, but damn it straightened up my posture. I couldn't do anything but smirk and cross my arms as both the cashier (and this time I'd taken the time to catch her name tag - her name was Mindy) and another customer in the store had my back. That bitch attitude might have helped her in PTA meetings, but not here. I happily took the cash, and turned around. Personally, if I'd had some tequila in me I'd have that bitch licking it off the floor, but now Mindy was starting to clean up the cake. Well, shit, I wasn't going to let her do it by herself, so I knelt down to help. I looked up to the dark haired girl who stuck up for me. She at least deserved a nod. 

Thanks, guys, I seriously... ugh I seriously can't believe people, but at least not everyone sucks. I debated apologizing, because it none of this was my fault, but I still felt shitty for both Mindy and the girl who'd stuck up for me.

Sorry, chickadees. I felt a little sick to my stomach as threw the bulk of the cake into the trash can by the door. 
"Thanks for your help, though, and... well I wish I could just grab you another one but.. well but anyway don't worry about the rest. I'm gonna get the mop. I'll be with you guys as soon as I can. Don't want anyone to fall on that."

She disappeared behind the staff door and I turned for a quick assessment of the girl who'd come to my rescue. Man, she wasn't the typical like... skinny thigh gap hottie you found in the club, but damn if those curves didn't make me think a few bad thoughts. What the hell was wrong with me? Nothing about what she wore was even suggestive, but I did have an imagination. 

I guess I didn't need to be spending that much money on a cake anyway. What do you suggest? It's my friend's birthday. I have cheap champagne and a few candles.

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