Cake

I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn't have one.  

So I bought a cake.

~ Mitch Hedberg

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Once upon a time when I lived in the duplex next to noisy Georgia (the person, not the state), a lot of weird things happened.  I may write about those in a play some day.

 

For now I 'm going to write about this one part of that experience.

 

One day I went out to my car and this cake was on the curb next to my driveway.  How does this happen?  How does someone accidentally leave a cake on the ground?  It's where my garbage used to go, but I don't think it was my trash (or Georgia's - since she kept putting her trash in my trash can).  Again, more about that in my forthcoming play.

 

Maybe somebody followed through on a threat to "cake you to the curb."

I don't know.

It really didn't taste that good.  Maybe that's why they threw it out.