Phone rings-
Me: Good afternoon, this is Stefanie- (smiling)
Him: Hi, I have a
question about a cake I need…
Me: Sure, how can I
help you?
Him: Can you make, uh…cakes
in the shape of, like, real stuff?
Me: You mean 'sculped'
cakes? Oh Sure, we do those all the
time. I've done flower pots, armadillos, sneakers, ladybugs, sock monkeys, a sturgeon, and even a Sharps rifle (which was AWESOME, if I may say so...see?)
Me: So...what kind of sculped cake are you looking for?
A life-sized Sharps rifle, with a hollow sugar barrel and everything--loved this! |
Me: So...what kind of sculped cake are you looking for?
Him: Oh…well…um…it's
for some friends… (longish pause)
Me: (not quite enough info, dude) Ok, 'something
for some friends'. Is there a theme? Are
they looking for something specific? If it's a kids birthday, ladybug cakes are really sweet...
Me: Or, if it's a guy, I did a cake for a guy who shot his elk from his hot tub once...like this:
Me: Or, a bucket of sugar Corona bottles? Those are awesome!
Him: (Nothing)
Me: Or, once there was a guy who loves to fish...so I made a giant sturgeon:
Me: Or, if it's a guy, I did a cake for a guy who shot his elk from his hot tub once...like this:
Me: Or, a bucket of sugar Corona bottles? Those are awesome!
Him: (Nothing)
Me: Or, once there was a guy who loves to fish...so I made a giant sturgeon:
Him: Uh, yeah…those are cool. But, do you
do cakes that are, ah…uh…um, hmm…uh…anatomically
correct?
Me: (beginning to think my schedule is suddenly Not Open,
while also trying not to sound like I'm not giggling) It depends which part
of the…anatomy, exactly, are you wanting?
Him: (Awkward pause--again. I think I could actually HEAR him blushing).
Me: Ok...What kind of
party is it for?
Him: Um, it's a
bachelorette party.
Me: Oh. (Mind wandering a bit: What kind of cake would you have at a...? Oh. Oh...no. No way.)
Him: Yeah...
Me: You mean, 'anatomically correct', as in … ? (trying to keep a straight face)
Him: Yeah...
Me: You mean, 'anatomically correct', as in … ? (trying to keep a straight face)
Him: Yeah, um, like...lower torso…you know…they wanted it shaped like...you know…
Me: (Laughing silently and making a gagging face, while still trying to sound
friendly) Um, yes, I understand. I think I know what you are looking
for, but I don't do that particular type of
cake (they're called Naughty Cakes in the
biz, and I wouldn't touch one with a 10-foot pole, but I didn't want to embarrass
this guy, who seemed like he was already totally embarrassed enough. Poor guy. Who put him up to this?? Awkward!).
Him: Oh, uh…that's
Ok. Well, could you maybe recommend someone local
here who makes that kind of stuff?
Me: Um…no, not
really. Thanks for calling though. (This would be a totally great place to have referred
him to someone as a prank, but I only have funny hindsight I guess. Like--"Oh, YES…call XYZ Bakery. They
do these ALL the time; ask to see their 'Adult-Themed Cake Album'. They'll LOVE hearing from you!")
On second thought, maybe it WAS a prank. Wow.
I really AM slow, if that only just occurred to me, like 4 years later.
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