Birthday Attack
Woooo, Patrick's birthday party today! Ended up quite well, though it began disastrously. We had just over an hour to grab board games, pick up the ice cream cake, pick up the person who needed a ride, grab lunch, and get to the party site. Earlier was better, of course, as we still needed to do basic party setup. It's a casual deal, but I like to be prepared and have things looking nice before the guests arrive.
So here I am in the ice cream shop, ready to pick up Patrick's birthday cake, which I ordered on Monday. And the two people working there can't find it! They check all the freezers, upstairs and downstairs, at least six times. They check behind and under all the other cakes. They call the other locations to see if it's there. The decorator swears he delivered it on Friday. The cake has gone totally missing!
The clock is ticking. It's now fifteen minutes before the party is scheduled to start, and we're about that far away from the venue. No cake. I arrange for a friend to pick up utensils and plates, since we don't have enough and there's no time to find more. The ice cream shop employees make more calls, then head over to me.
Ice cream guy: "Um, so it turns out that one of the guys working on Friday... sold your cake to someone else."
Me: "He WHAT?"
ICG: "I know."
Me: "For serious? He seriously thought that a cake with an octopus on it that says BIRTHDAY ATTACK was for general sale? And someone BOUGHT it?!"
I want to meet the person who bought Patrick's cake, the person who actually wanted an octopus cake with BIRTHDAY ATTACK written on it. I admire their taste and wish to know more about them. I also want to meet the person who sold my cake to them, the person who thought that the decorated cake not on display (at the very back of the top shelf of the freezer, out of view!) was for sale just because it didn't have someone's name written in icing. I wish to set him on fire, then put him at the very back of the top shelf of the freezer and see if anyone buys HIM.
We ended up being late to his own party as a result of this debacle, unfed and totally unprepared for our guests. Luckily, another friend was there early to let everyone in and prepare the party space. Another location of the ice cream shop happened to have a similar cake on hand, and the decorator guy came in specially to make it look like the old one. I got the new cake for free, and found lunch nearby. People loved the new cake, and the party went off just fine. But I'm still not over someone else actually wanting an octopus cake, and the shop employee thinking it was somehow okay to sell the only decorated non-display cake in the store to them. Who DOES that?!
So here I am in the ice cream shop, ready to pick up Patrick's birthday cake, which I ordered on Monday. And the two people working there can't find it! They check all the freezers, upstairs and downstairs, at least six times. They check behind and under all the other cakes. They call the other locations to see if it's there. The decorator swears he delivered it on Friday. The cake has gone totally missing!
The clock is ticking. It's now fifteen minutes before the party is scheduled to start, and we're about that far away from the venue. No cake. I arrange for a friend to pick up utensils and plates, since we don't have enough and there's no time to find more. The ice cream shop employees make more calls, then head over to me.
Ice cream guy: "Um, so it turns out that one of the guys working on Friday... sold your cake to someone else."
Me: "He WHAT?"
ICG: "I know."
Me: "For serious? He seriously thought that a cake with an octopus on it that says BIRTHDAY ATTACK was for general sale? And someone BOUGHT it?!"
I want to meet the person who bought Patrick's cake, the person who actually wanted an octopus cake with BIRTHDAY ATTACK written on it. I admire their taste and wish to know more about them. I also want to meet the person who sold my cake to them, the person who thought that the decorated cake not on display (at the very back of the top shelf of the freezer, out of view!) was for sale just because it didn't have someone's name written in icing. I wish to set him on fire, then put him at the very back of the top shelf of the freezer and see if anyone buys HIM.
We ended up being late to his own party as a result of this debacle, unfed and totally unprepared for our guests. Luckily, another friend was there early to let everyone in and prepare the party space. Another location of the ice cream shop happened to have a similar cake on hand, and the decorator guy came in specially to make it look like the old one. I got the new cake for free, and found lunch nearby. People loved the new cake, and the party went off just fine. But I'm still not over someone else actually wanting an octopus cake, and the shop employee thinking it was somehow okay to sell the only decorated non-display cake in the store to them. Who DOES that?!