The GTB and I headed into Letterbox stationary shop to see if they had a certain flavor of cupcake.
(backstory: we’re catering our cake — or cupcakes to be exact — for our wedding with Miel y Leche. We adore Sheela, she’s funny and kind and innovative and willing to go the extra mile to make sure our wedding cupcakes — and display — are nothing short of amazing. We had decided on three flavors, but there’s one left to choose. We just HAVE to try that flavor before we sign on the dotted line. Of course it wasn’t one of the flavors available, so we decided to try 3 other flavors, for fun. The chocolate raspberry is AMAZING. Strawberry coconut is light and delicious. Cherry almond is, as we expected tasty.)
As we stood in line to pay, 2 women in their mid-to-late 60s (clearly from one of the more affluent suburbs, based on the amount of jewelry, designer duds and perfectly coifed hair) were commenting on the cupcakes. One of the women reached her hand out and actually touched one of the cupcakes. If she didn’t walk away with frosting on her finger, I’d be shocked.
This is when the woman working (I’m going to assume it was the owner, Kimberley, though I’ve never actually met her) was like, “Hey, lady, come back here. I can’t sell that cupcake now that you’ve paid for it.”
Older woman #1 (I’ll refrain from the word lady) – “I’ll pay for 1/2 of it and we can share.”
Older woman #2 – glances back and walks away.
Older woman #1 – follows her
Kimberley (I think) – chases them out of the store – “Lady – get back here! You just ruined this cupcake.”
It escalated. I was thinking (hoping) that that stupid older lady would have a cupcake thrown at her head, but it never happened.
Moral of the story: Letterbox is not only awesome, but people who mess with them don’t escape unscathed. This is a business at which I actually want to spend my money!
(image from Cupcake Takes The Cake