There were a few signs that the cupcake* I bought before driving to Atlanta wasn't supposed to be mine.
First, it tipped over in my bag. It was a s'more flavored one, so it had marshmallow whip as frosting and a chocolate bar decoration. It's grown to be one of my favorites really, but they don't always have the same flavors. Naturally I was excited to see this there when I decided to stop by. Only the case tipped over in my bad, so the marshmallow ship was down and the entire thing was just a mess to try to eat. I decided to wait until after class to get a fork
Second, when I decided to try to eat it while waiting in the hallway before my professor came to let us it, he appeared out of nowehere! My fingers were poised with a pinch of it ready to go into my mouth. My fingers were sticky.
Third, well, I offered to share it with the girl in my class, and she basically had her hands all over it. I didn't want any of it, so I just gave it to her.
In relating this to Lauren and Judy, they were surprised I gave in so easily. But the girl appreciated eating it, and I guess I appreciated watching her eat it.
Oh. I really miss my cupcake.
*Have I mentioned this cupcake store before? It's a couple of stores down from where I work. This is dangerous, but I have become a regular to the point where they don't let me experiment with my orders. Good and bad at the same time I guess.
