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.
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