On Sunday, September 8th, I turn 37. Last year I celebrated at Universal Studios, treating myself to a VIP tour. This year due to having to spend $400 in vet bills on Minnie I had to scale way down. A day out with mom and dad and a cake at home. I decided instead of asking mom to bake a cake we'd go and order one from French's Bakery.
Now I am a Whovian, and I am also a Trekkie. (Fun fact, the first episode of Star Trek aired on September 8th, 1966. Ten years to the day I was born.) I really wanted a sci-fi cake. But decided against bringing in my own picture of the TARDIS because I worried about licensing/copyright, wasn't sure if the bakery could get sued.
They gave me the adult book first. Every design bored me to tears. Mom kept harping on me to get one of the boring cakes. She doesn't like the fact she's raised a geek. (Even though she says I look adorable in my Iron Man shirt.) So I asked to see the children's book. Meanwhile,she kept harping on the adult cakes, especially the ones with just flowers, to the point where I was very close to telling her to shut up. I love her, but she needs to accept the fact I am never going to be the perfect little lady she dreamed of.
After confirming there was no Star Trek or Doctor Who cakes I settled on Spider-man. Hey, he was my first super hero thanks to the Super Spidey Stories on reruns of The Electric Company. One could say Spider-man helped teach me how to read.
While going to start ordering, two little girls came in, sans parent, and pushed in next to my mom flipping through the book. Never mind our purses were right there, and the book was obviously in use. Mom loudly called me over to get our purses because of, "These rude little girls." The girls left not long after.
Cake ordered and paid for, we were about to leave when I saw a man trying to talk to a homeless man directly outside the door. The homeless man was being very belligerent and fearing violence I asked mom to stay inside. I saw handcuffs hanging off the back of the first man's belt. The homeless man pushed the officer and the officer brought him down, the homeless man biting him on the wrist on the way. Several items including some brand new underpants falling out of the homeless man's clothing.
While the officer was holding the homeless man down, one of the workers, the only man on staff, opened the door then came in and said, "He's okay" and kept trying to get mom and I to leave. However the homeless man still had his hands free as he had tucked them under himself, he banged his face on the sidewalk to make himself bleed.
More women came into the shop, one insisting the homeless man didn't do anything wrong even when I told her, repeatedly, he had attacked the officer. The bakery man was still trying to get us out and told us "Don't get involved." Finally the woman opened the door, and mom called out "Do you need help?"
Turns out the officer HAD asked the bakery man to call 911 and the bakery man LIED about it. At our instance he called. (I should've, I know.)
Finally the police arrive, and the bakery man is STILL trying to get us to leave. I told him "We're witnesses, they might want a report." Which they did. But the bakery man kept telling us "Don't get involved. Go home."
I have half a mind to look up the company website and complain about the bakery man, and how he refused to call 911 at first.
I gave a brief report, got called later for a more detailed one. The homeless man is mentally ill and refused to say anything other than "This is a private conversation" and "This is a conspiracy against me!"
I still wish I could've gotten a TARDIS cake with a Fourth Doctor flair (his scarf and sonic screwdriver in frosting) as he was my first Doctor. Or a Star Trek (TOS) cake. But hey, Spider-man, Spider-man, does whatever a spider can.
Oh yeah, and happy birthday to me!
--The Singing Library Clerk