Greg’s only task for the day was to purchase his wife’s preferred chocolate cake from the bakery. Simple, huh? False.
He saw The Cake as soon as he walked into the bakery. A work of art including layers of chocolate, smooth icing, and sprinkles. One issue existed, though: an old woman previously had the final cake.
Ever the gentleman, Greg chose to hold off. But something inside him snapped as the woman continued to take her time making a decision. He inadvertently moved in closer, hoping to get a peek at her thought process.
“Is this cake really necessary?” the woman asked herself.
“No, you don’t.” Greg pondered. “You must have salad or fresh fruit!”
Then it took place. The cake was put back on the shelf by the woman. Greg’s gaze
Greg went into a panic. I apologize. Is it first come, first served?
The woman refused to give up. “I gave it a three-second rest!”
Desperate, Greg cast a glance about. The only way out was right there.
“It’s not even like cake,” I said. Blurting, he ran for the door.
He realized his pride was gone forever as he hurried home with the cake tucked under his arm like a football. However, the cake was secure. And his wife’s eyes lit up with happiness as she saw it.
Greg, you’re so wonderful! How were you aware that this was the final one?
He grinned. “Let’s just say that it was very easy.”
