Almost done with the weekly grocery shopping, Pam glanced over at the bakery in Walmart.¬† Tommy’s mother would be coming for dinner tomorrow after church, and she loved sweets.¬†
Should I buy a cake, or make one, she thought.
Mentally, she checked off the ingredients she would need for tomorrow’s dinner.
“Oh, Tommy, did you say whether or not we had a can of chicken broth in the cabinet?”
“No, but I’ll go get some cans.”¬† And he walked off to the soup aisle.
Pam moved over to the cakes to see what was available.¬† Nothing called out to her, so she decided to just make a dessert.¬† On her way walking out of the bakery section, she stopped for a bit to watch the cooks decorating a birthday cake.¬† Some little girl was going to have a very pretty Barbie cake.¬† That is, if they finished on time.¬† The manager was hounding the girl to decorate it faster because the customer was supposed to be there in about 15 minutes.
Pam left the bakery and got in line to check out.
Time past, and Pam kept looking back to see if Tommy was coming.¬† Naturally, he would forget that he had told her to just go in line.¬† One more look back, and there he was, walking over to her.
“I fell,”¬† he said.
“Yes, as I came around the fruit counter, I slipped on a cherry, and fell.¬† I had the 2 cans in my hands.¬† I didn’t want to let them go and them get dented, so I couldn’t stop myself from falling and I fell on my keister.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No, not me.”
“You hurt someone?”
“As I fell my hand hit the counter, and I lost my grip on the can.¬† It flew and smashed some birthday cake they were¬† making in the bakery.”
And that is how the Barbie cake died.
*No cakes were harmed in the making of this story.¬† Just my husband’s pride, his keister, and a mashed cherry that the Walmart crew should have cleaned up.