This past Tuesday night I left the house to pick up takeout from the only restaurant in South Brooklyn that doesn’t deliver, Bar Tabac, and passed a mobile cupcake truck on Court Street. It was called CupcakeStop.com. Awesome.
I returned on my way back home with the food excited to purchase three: a Nut & Nutella Crunch for my husband, a Smores for his friend Geoff who was eating over, and a classic chocolate cupcake for myself. I stood in front of the window of the truck, the inside of which was far-less cluttered than your typical ice cream truck and waited for someone to chime, “what can I get you?” Yet no one ever did. After a few moments of looking around, a man approached me from where he was standing in front of the storefront closest to the truck and sheepishly advised that he was “sort of on a smoke break.”
This was NOT the dude who was too busy smoking.
Shocked and disappointed, I walked away. Did he really expect me to wait for him to finish so I could then give him my money?
Jason reminded me that I was young once too and used to smoke butts on the job when I told him I had good mind to call out the kid on CupcakeStop’s Facebook page. “Young once too?” Now I don’t know whether I should be mad at the kid, or my husband!