Today, I think I should cupcakes too Santa and Mrs.Claus! If you were wondering Santa prefers like caramel apple cupcake while Mrs.Claus likes the black forest!
When you work in an all pink cupcake shop you should be fully prepared to expect multi-generational cupcake sharing! Yesterday, while I worked a little girl no older then 4-5 years old came up to the counter with her mother and grandmother and ordered a vanilla cupcake. (or as she called it the one with sprinkles! which is terribly misleading since most of our cupcakes are loaded with sprinkles)
Her mother then sent her with her with her cupcake to sit down and she said “No! I wanna pay for it!” then she proceeds to hand me two quarters with an incredibly large grin on her face and then skipped over to her table! (she was so proud of herself it was adorable) However, our cupcakes cost more tend to cost more then 50 cents. I was entirely willing to except 50 cents for her cupcake and pay the rest (just cause she was so cute!) but her mom leaned over the counter and whispered that she would cover the rest and slipped me a ten dollar bill.
So moral of this story:
Kids are adorable, especially while they pretend to be grown-ups.
(Ironically this all happened on my 21st birthday where my mother couldn’t stop texting saying that her only daughter is finally a grown-up!)
So, the only people following me are close friends (i do believe at least) and one of you has peer pressured me into blogging! I don’t quite know how to so instead I will tell you all a story about the lovely little cupcake shop I work in!
The other day an older Chinese man walked into the shop, up to the counter, and simply said “follow me”. I, for some odd reason, did. No questions asked and left our baker alone in the shop. He proceeds to lead me next door to a door slightly propped open covered in paper which he easily slips through. I am now wondering what I am doing following this man and realizing that no one knows where I am, yet I still followed him through the door. As I step inside I realize I am inside the Chinese restaurant next door’s kitchen and the man is standing beside a large box. As I make my over to him, he points at the box and says “yours?” I give him a questioning look and he just repeats “yours?” Then I read the box and see the word cupcake on it and he just points at the “caution heavy sticker” and walks away. So now I am in the middle of a Chinese restaurant kitchen with a large box that I am assuming is mine and no way of moving it.
Lesson to learn from this: When a random Chinese man comes into the shop and asks you to follow him bring a friend with large muscles.