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I just came from my local grocery store. It has a bakery in it. I had gone to get some of their muffins. While I was being helped, I saw that an older woman (who had the wrinkles of someone with terminal cat butt face) had come in to pick up a cake she had ordered. She was fussing that the lettering on the cake was not in the style she thought it should be. I glanced at the offensive icing. Honestly, it looked like the typical script seen on most cakes. I thought it looked very nice. The woman was demanding the writing be redone “RIGHT NOW!!!!!”
(The cake cost all of $15. What had she seriously been expecting from a super market bakery?)
Cake decorator: Ma’am, you never indicated any style for the letters, and I do not see what is wrong with it. Even if I was to redo the lettering, I cannot just take the icing off and put more on. I will have to make an entire new cake.
Old cat butt face: SO???? Get on it! AND I expect this to be discounted for my time waiting.
CD: I am going to have to get my manager. I will be right back.
OCBF: Get her, then!
The decorator walks away. The woman sees me standing there and addresses me with attitude.
OCBF: Hmph. I should never have come here. Now she probably is saying I am some sort of perfectionist bitch.
Me: Well, the customer is always right.
OCBF: EXACTLY! <smiles, causing her wrinkles to render her reminiscent of the Grinch>
I think the “What?” she spouted as I walked away indicated she had caught on to what I meant.
(The cake cost all of $15. What had she seriously been expecting from a super market bakery?)
Cake decorator: Ma’am, you never indicated any style for the letters, and I do not see what is wrong with it. Even if I was to redo the lettering, I cannot just take the icing off and put more on. I will have to make an entire new cake.
Old cat butt face: SO???? Get on it! AND I expect this to be discounted for my time waiting.
CD: I am going to have to get my manager. I will be right back.
OCBF: Get her, then!
The decorator walks away. The woman sees me standing there and addresses me with attitude.
OCBF: Hmph. I should never have come here. Now she probably is saying I am some sort of perfectionist bitch.
Me: Well, the customer is always right.
OCBF: EXACTLY! <smiles, causing her wrinkles to render her reminiscent of the Grinch>
I think the “What?” she spouted as I walked away indicated she had caught on to what I meant.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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