From Not Always Right: This Bakery Is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Customer: “Excuse me, but I wanted to ask about a custom cake order.”
Me: “Of course!”
Customer: “Well, it’s a retirement cake for my dad, who is an English professor. He’s a grumpy old git at the best of times, and he said he doesn’t want a cake. We said it would be good for the party, so he said he would be willing to have a cake as long as the bakery could write this on it.”
Me: “We don’t do swear words or anything explicit.”
Customer: “Oh! No, it’s nothing like that. It’s… well… Read it for yourself.” Hands me a note
Note: “A sesquipedalian’s favourite word is floccinaucinihilipilification.”
Me: “I see.”
Customer: “He’s being an a**e, I know. He knows it wouldn’t fit.”
Me: “We could make a loaf cake? It’s long and thin and, dare I say, perfect for extra-long words?”
Customer: “Oh, really? You can do that?!”
Me: “Just be lucky we charge per word and not letter!”
The cake was made, and it came out lovely, if I do say so myself.
A few weeks later, the customer is back, this time with an older gentleman.
Customer: To the old gent “This is the woman who made your cake.”
Yakety Sax 7 months ago
From Not Always Right: This Bakery Is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Customer: “Excuse me, but I wanted to ask about a custom cake order.”
Me: “Of course!”
Customer: “Well, it’s a retirement cake for my dad, who is an English professor. He’s a grumpy old git at the best of times, and he said he doesn’t want a cake. We said it would be good for the party, so he said he would be willing to have a cake as long as the bakery could write this on it.”
Me: “We don’t do swear words or anything explicit.”
Customer: “Oh! No, it’s nothing like that. It’s… well… Read it for yourself.” Hands me a note
Note: “A sesquipedalian’s favourite word is floccinaucinihilipilification.”
Me: “I see.”
Customer: “He’s being an a**e, I know. He knows it wouldn’t fit.”
Me: “We could make a loaf cake? It’s long and thin and, dare I say, perfect for extra-long words?”
Customer: “Oh, really? You can do that?!”
Me: “Just be lucky we charge per word and not letter!”
The cake was made, and it came out lovely, if I do say so myself.
A few weeks later, the customer is back, this time with an older gentleman.
Customer: To the old gent “This is the woman who made your cake.”
Older Gent: Narrowing his eyes “Touché…”
NOT my story!
phritzg Premium Member 7 months ago
The only bombs I know that birds make are the ones you find on the picnic tables and benches you want to use.
ladykat 7 months ago
Now, you’ll have an excuse for not eating your breakfast.
Steverino Premium Member 7 months ago
This strip is pretty crummy.
daleandkristen 7 months ago
Bon appétit.
Impkins Premium Member 7 months ago
Hey Hoover lips! You missed a fry! :)
Kirk Barnes Premium Member 7 months ago
“more crumbs than a bomb in a bakery” has been added to the lexicon. Subject awaiting opportunity to dispense.