Drey: Hi, can I help you?
MCG: I need a birthday cake?
Drey: Alright, what kind?
MCG: I just need a birthday cake?
Drey: Yes, but what kind of cake would you like?
MCG: Just a birthday cake.
Me: (some people are so dense) Sir, (walking up to the counter) what size of cake do you need?
Me: Would you like a white cake or a chocolate cake?
Me: (pointing to a quarter slab in the display case) Will this do?
MCG: Yes, OK.
Me: (pulling out the cake from the display case) What would you like written on it?
MCG: "Happy birthday to my beloved son, on this day, on your birthday."
Me: (O... K...) What about his name?
MCG: It's Muhammad.
Me: (handing the cake to Drey so she could finish serving the guy) Alright, she's going to take care of that for you.
MCG: Thank you.
When the guy left with his cake, Drey and I had a good laugh at the rather redundant birthday message that he wanted written on it. There's a first time for everything, I guess, including a guy who comes back 30 minutes later for yet another birthday cake.
MCG: (approaching the counter with a young girl) Hi, I'm back.
Me: Was there a problem with the cake, sir?
MCG: No, I need a another one.
Me: (hmm) Oh?
MCG: (picking up a Boston fruit cake from the service counter out front) I need you to write something on this.
Me: I'm sorry, sir, but I can't write directly on a cake with fruit piled on top.
Young girl: Yeah, they can't write on fruit, Dad.
BCG: Well, they can write on something. A piece of cake or chocolate...
Me: (trying not to laugh) Sir, we can't write on a piece of cake to put on a cake.
Young girl: Yeah, Dad, they can't put cake on a cake.
Me: (ha ha, thanks for your two cents, kid) I can write on a cookie.
MCG: What kind of cookie?
Me: (picking one up and showing it to him) It's a wafer cookie.
MCG: There is not enough room to write on that.
Me: (of course not...) Sir, exactly what do you want me to write on it?
MCG: The same thing as the last cake, but to my daughter. Her name is Amira.
Me: (maybe if I had tiny mouse hands) The best I can do is write "Happy Birthday, Amira" on it.
MCG: OK, that's fine.
Again, I have Drey prepare the cake for him and send him on his way, only to see him return a half hour later with the same daughter and an even younger one.
Me: (looking wide eyed at Drey who turned away giggling)
MCG: We need another cake.
Me: (OK, seriously, how many kids does this guy have born on the same day & why couldn't he just order all of the cakes at once?) Alright, what kind would you like this time?
MCG: I want a cheesecake, but not for a birthday cake. I have another daughter at home and she can't eat anything with gelatin on it.
Me: (then you should have picked another cake) I'm sorry, but the fruit on the cheesecake is covered in gelatin.
MCG: Oh... right. Umm... Can you make me one now without any?
Me: (yeah, let me get my magic wand & I'll make one appear out of thin air for you) Sir, I can't make you a cheesecake right this moment. It's going to take at least 30 minutes.
MCG: OK, how about 45 minutes or an hour?
Me: Sure. What kind of fruit would you like on it?
MCG: Can you put mangos, bananas and cherries?
Me: I can put bananas, but not the other two.
MCG: What about tangerines & strawberries?
Me: Yes, I can do that.
MCG: OK, I will come back.
An hour later, the guy comes back and I present him with the cheesecake. He was so happy, he could not stop praising us.
MCG: It's beautiful. Thank you. You are the best, ladies. Thank you for helping me. Thank you. It looks beautiful. Thank you.
Me: (ha ha, he's too much) My pleasure, sir. Enjoy your day.
Two hours and one hundred bucks later, the guy finally had all of the cakes he needed. I thought it would be nice if his wife or maybe one of his kids came in to buy him a Father's Day cake, but that never happened. Maybe they made him one, I don't know. He certainly deserved a cake for making sure his kids were happy on a day when they should have been showing their appreciation for him.