November 26th, 2006
|11:34 am - Sad Food|
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 04:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Aww, poor dad.
Although, maybe they put it there because the writing is awful and the colors don't match and the person requested a new one.
Yeah, I did notice the "r" in "Birthday" looks pretty damn suspect and this is probably a reject rather than a neglected cake, but my first reaction upon discovering this was "Oh, how awful, someone's dad didn't get his birthday cake, I must take a picture to capture this pathos for all the Internet to see!"
My old fiction writer's mind sprung awake at seeing that.
You, me and muffyjo
It does beg for a story, doesn't it? One that doesn't end in "They didn't like the way the cake turned out and asked for another."
Maureen gave the bakery counter a wide berth, worrying and lingering in the condiment aisle. In the two days since ordering the cake, she'd had time to reflect on the matter with a bit more clarity. Was this really the best way to tell David he was the real father?
Perhaps not, after all.
Words cannot express the awesomeness of this moment.
Does Harlan Ellison get to wite it?
Such pathos in that forlorn cake, yes.
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 06:07 pm (UTC)|| |
I know, how sad is that?
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC)|| |
Dad was a schmuck and decided to high-tail it with 29 year old to Vegas instead of come home for the family holiday. Even though she's the ex-mom, she decided she had paid for enough generosity by having the rest of his clan over (who didn't say a word about the homemade stuffing, by the way) so their teenage son could feel surrounded by "family" again. (He missed another alimony payment, btw. Probably gambled it away on Thursday that cheap son-of-a-no-good-hound-dog we-musn't-curse-in-front-of-the-children!) Lord, he's just like his mother. And to put up with HER on Thursday was really more than she was interested in when this whole thing started so she was CERTAINLY glad not to have to celebrate the free-wheeling dilettante's goddamned birthday.
Or maybe they just discovered he had a wheat allergy so went with the ice cream cake instead?
ha, that got a good belly laugh out of me
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 06:02 pm (UTC)|| |
Well the least you could do is invite them to join www.deaddad.net
Doesn't Short Cuts start this way, only with Lyle Lovett and harassing phone calls?
Heheheheh. I'm probably awful for laughing at that. I'm sure they just got a better cake elsewhere, 'cause that one is incredibly ugly. :)
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 07:47 pm (UTC)|| |
"Liebot, what is the saddest thing?" "Oh, Philippe, Philippe, Philippe..."
It would have been the saddest thing if the dad had been on the shopping trip and vetoed the cake himself.
|Date:||November 26th, 2006 08:56 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: "Liebot, what is the saddest thing?" "Oh, Philippe, Philippe, Philippe..."
"You expect me to buy my own ugly ass birthday cake? Fuck that, I can get free cake at Ponderosa."
I know there are a few out there that specialize in inappropriate kinds of cards. I forget who showed 'em to me last time.
Perhaps this is like Hemingway's six-word story which he claimed was the best thing he'd ever written:
"For Sale: Baby Shoes, never worn."
|Date:||November 27th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC)|| |
That's what it reminded me of. :)
Why did you remind me of that prose? Why?
Now I'm all sad.