Cake or Death?

Cake, Please.
While watching a movie I had an inkling for some cake. Not just a box cake. I wanted a specific kind. The kind you get at weddings and parties. The fluffy kind, with the fluffy sugar frosting. The frosting was the most important part. That's what I wanted. Luckily my ride, also known as a friend, was gracious enough to stop at the local store.
It was late and the bakery had closed down. The cake I wanted was encased in its glass prison and I wasn't able to break it free. I needed someone’s help. An employee.
We found one halfway across the store. She was kind enough to help me get my cake fix.
The cake was good.