My son recently had a birthday, so my wife decided to get this really cool cake of cup cakes. Basically, the bakery takes a bunch of cup cakes, arranges them together, and decorates it like a sheet cake. The one my wife picked out had this neat, and somewhat elaborate, toy placed on top as part of the decoration.
So far so good.
She asked if I could pick up the cake on the way home from work. When the lady behind the counter handed me the cake, she also handed me the toy, disassembled, in a plastic bag.
"You'll have to put the decoration together yourself, since it is too big to fit on the cake with the cover on.", she said.
"No problem!", I replied.
When I got home, I explained this to my wife.
She. Freaked. Out.
"What?! I don't know how to put it together!"
I opened up the bag and looked at the parts. There were four pieces.
"Is there a picture?! Are there instructions?!"
There weren't instructions, but the way the pieces were shaped made it fairly obvious how it all fit together.
"Did you see what it looked like?! I don't remember! You need to go back up there and have them put that together and hurry! I don't know how long they're open tonight!"
"Got it.", I finally said.
She stopped her tirade and stared at me. "How did you know how to put it together?"
"I just...did. I just, you know, looked at it and figured it out."
"No, I don't know.", she replied.
Story of her life.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
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