Let me eat cake.

At the end of every quarter, our bowling league secretary distributes money from the prize fund and brings an almond-flavored cake.  Last night, because I had a big dinner, I restricted myself to just one piece of cake, and I paced myself about eating it, through all three games.  At the end of the third game, I looked for my cake, but it was gone.  Someone had thrown it away!  Where's my cake?  I wasn't finished yet.  Dagnabbit, I want my cake!

This incident reminded me of a conference I attended during college.  Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting was the dessert served during the final, awards dinner.  I was nearly done.  All I had left to do was to scrape the remaining frosting from the plate.  I was holding my fork directly over the plate.  Out of nowhere, a waiter reached over my shoulder, grabbed my plate, and took off, walking briskly.  He moved so quickly, and I was so stunned, I didn't even call after him to complain.

I should've kept the fork.