A girl and her cupcake...


Tonight was a delightful night.  I went to a lovely coffee shop with a new friend--Sarah.  We sat and chatted about life, work, human nature, and the likes over some yummy bruchetta and hot chocolate.  I had a delightful time.  Before we made it to the bruchetta, as we were walking from our parking spot to the coffee shop, we spotted a cake store.  Anyone who knows me knows that I am incapable of resisting cake, so we popped in.  I decided to pick up a cupcake for later--white cake with raspberry icing.  I was especially excited about this particular purchase because the girl working behind the counter reminded me to wait about 10 minutes to eat the cupcake so it would have a chance to reach room temperature--cold cupcakes are criminal.  This kind of instruction made me think these people understand cake!  So...I took my new treat with me to the coffee shop and put it on the table.  We were halfway back to the car when Sarah says, "You got your cupcake, right?"  I simultaneously blurted out, "NO!" and took off running/scurrying back to the shop.  As I got there, I glance over to see the tragic scene--new people sitting at our table and no little paper bag.  Fortunately not all was lost--when I ask the hostess about it, I must have looked sad and forlorn.  She went back to the kitchen and came back with my bag--looking a bit rougher than I remembered.  Sarah and I decided it would be best to just assume it had been sitting on a counter top somewhere.  When I got back home--I fully enjoyed my little treat.  It was TOTALLY worth the frantic scurrying across the street!  

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