Re: Hate Thread
How much trouble does should one person have to go through to have a piece of cake? Let me tell you my worse cake experience to date. You may call this pathetic. I understand, I mean how much angst should anyone have over a piece of cake?
A few days ago, my sister hosted an after prom party for her friends. Now this isn't too big of a deal, even considering that I had to help set up the house for it, while she was out dancing. My mom bought this cake, at my sister's request. A delicious looking Cookies n'Cream Cake. Chocolate cake layers sandwiching golden vanilla cake, with Oreo cookies grounded and mixed into a creamy icing.
I wasn't invited to my sister's after prom party. I was there, since it was at my house. I just wasn't part of the party.
Next day, everyone is cleaning, and we discover that they didn't eat any cake last night. I thought, awesome. All bets are off, I can get a piece. For various reasons, the past two nights we didn't. Not because we forgot, too. Saturday night we couldn't because the whole family wasn't there. It's rude to cut a nice big cake for two or three people that can have it. Last night we couldn't because we went out and had cookies and ice cream stuffed down our throats. No big deal. The cake can sit in the fridge a few days.
Tonight was the perfect night. The table was set for 9 people. Family and guests. We eat. It's nice. Done. My dad asks what's for desert. I tell my dad about the cake. He says to go get it. I do. I'm happy. My little brother sees the still sealed and uncut cake, and brings up a potluck he has tomorrow, saying he doesn't have anything to bring. He asks for the cake. My dad says he can have it.
This made me furious. I spend several minutes arguing with him about the cake. After a bunch of back and forth 'discussion' it's determined that I'm the only person that wants a piece of the cake. Also, my little brother, the one that wants the cake for his potluck made cheap as fuck Pillsbury style strudel.
I get pissed off. I leave the house and walk a mile to the grocery store for the exact same kind of cake, only to discover it's costs twice as much as I'd pay for, and has so many nonsensical chemicals in it, I'm certain it'll could kill a small mammal.
I walk back, still pissed. On my walk I was able to sort of my feelings. I basically asked for something, got it, then had it taken away.
I'm not talking to my dad for a while. I was really looking forward to that cake.