Maybe I need some perspective

The free day on our diet falls on Saturday. On Friday, Ava and I sent to our favorite bakery/deli to get the best white cake with white frosting in the entire world. We’d been thinking about it all day. That’s a lie. We’d been thinking about it for most of the week. Last week it was eclairs from our favorite Jewish bakery.

You know, now that I think about it, we have a favorite bakery for every ethnicity or specialty. I guess that explains why we need a diet. **eye roll**

We wanted to make sure we had our favorite cake for our free day so we went at lunch to procure it.

As we walked up to the automated double doors, Ava said, “What if they don’t have any white cake squares?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her. “My stomach is already upset just from worrying.” We walked around the corner and our eyes scanned the bakery counter only to realize, NOOOOOOOOOOO – there was only one piece of the best cake in the known universe. I clutched at my stomach.

Ava put her hand on my arm. I think she meant it to calm me, but it didn’t work. “Excuse me,” she asked the young lady behind the counter. “Do you have anymore white cake in the back?”

“No, I’m sorry,” the girl said.

“SON of a BITCH.” I blurted the words before I even realized they were coming out.

The poor girl flinched. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

“It’s our favorite cake,” Ava explained.

The girl nodded. “It’s definitely a favorite. Another lady just bought the other piece.”

I whipped around to see the other people eating in the dining area. “Who was it? Is she still here? I’ll pay her five hundred dollars for that cake.”

Now the girl behind the counter was staring at me, mouth agape.

“We’re on a diet,” Ava told her trying to make her understand my over the top reaction.

“Uh huh.” The girl was still eyeing me. In hindsight, I understand her concern. I’m certain I looked like one of those people who goes completely nuts for no damn reason.

“It’s alright.” Ava was talking to me very slowly, the way you talk a person off a ledge. “We’ll share it and get something extra.”

I got my half a piece of white cake, a small canolli, and a slice of red velvet cake. Ava got her half piece of white cake, a canolli, and an eclair.

“Here you go.” The girl handed over our bags. “Enjoy your diet.” She didn’t believe us for a minute, but I’m sure they taught her in orientation not to argue with the crazies.