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So, I've been helping out at a local creamery. Basically I go in whenever I want and bake goodies. For some reason people are obsessed with macarons, so I've made a shitload of those. Anyway, it's an awesome job cause I basically go in whenever I want and make stuff.
I do get orders for cakes which I'll do (getting better at decorating, but I still can't write legibly, so someone else does that.) Since it's a creamery they're really big into ice cream, and I can make ice cream cakes.
This woman ordered an ice cream cake. Well she calls up a few hours after pickup and was ranting and raving about something, so they ask her to bring the cake back in for a refund and call me to just come see what's up (I live within a 10 minute hilly bike ride or a 3 minute drive.) Here's what happened:
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The woman's husband ordered an ice cream cake, because that's what he wanted (poor guy had to order and pay for his own birthday cake.) The wife gets it home, sticks some candles in it, and then freaks out because it's cold. So what does she do?
A. Checks the box and sees that it's an ice cream cake and thus should be cold.
B. Sees the note that says: Keep frozen until ready to serve and realizes, ohhhh, it should be that way.
C. Calls the store.
D. Decides to heat it up herself.
Yup, she sticks the cake (candles and all) into the oven and sets it to 400. 20 minutes later she notices that the cake is gone, and has been replaced by a liquidy pile of sticky goo and oreo like crumbs that're leaking through the oven door onto her floor. She screamed that the carpet was ruined and I had to pay for it. (Who has carpet in the kitchen.)
So she stood around for a while telling people that we had sold her a frozen ice cream cake. Everyone that came in was laughing about the nut job outside. The next day the woman who did a lot of wonderful art for the creamery (she likes to use old barn doors and farm equipment as canvas, it's so cool) brought in a new sign to hang over the freezer that says "caution, do not bake ice cream. Will result in carpet destroying soup."
So, I've been helping out at a local creamery. Basically I go in whenever I want and bake goodies. For some reason people are obsessed with macarons, so I've made a shitload of those. Anyway, it's an awesome job cause I basically go in whenever I want and make stuff.
I do get orders for cakes which I'll do (getting better at decorating, but I still can't write legibly, so someone else does that.) Since it's a creamery they're really big into ice cream, and I can make ice cream cakes.
This woman ordered an ice cream cake. Well she calls up a few hours after pickup and was ranting and raving about something, so they ask her to bring the cake back in for a refund and call me to just come see what's up (I live within a 10 minute hilly bike ride or a 3 minute drive.) Here's what happened:
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The woman's husband ordered an ice cream cake, because that's what he wanted (poor guy had to order and pay for his own birthday cake.) The wife gets it home, sticks some candles in it, and then freaks out because it's cold. So what does she do?
A. Checks the box and sees that it's an ice cream cake and thus should be cold.
B. Sees the note that says: Keep frozen until ready to serve and realizes, ohhhh, it should be that way.
C. Calls the store.
D. Decides to heat it up herself.
Yup, she sticks the cake (candles and all) into the oven and sets it to 400. 20 minutes later she notices that the cake is gone, and has been replaced by a liquidy pile of sticky goo and oreo like crumbs that're leaking through the oven door onto her floor. She screamed that the carpet was ruined and I had to pay for it. (Who has carpet in the kitchen.)
So she stood around for a while telling people that we had sold her a frozen ice cream cake. Everyone that came in was laughing about the nut job outside. The next day the woman who did a lot of wonderful art for the creamery (she likes to use old barn doors and farm equipment as canvas, it's so cool) brought in a new sign to hang over the freezer that says "caution, do not bake ice cream. Will result in carpet destroying soup."
I AM the evil bastard!
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