Thursday, I'm hitching a ride into work, doing my part to destroy the planet, so I can transport two apple tarts (photo above) to my company's bake sale.The last time I carried baked goods onto the train I completely forgot about my Tupperware container holding 30 homemade butter tarts that I had shoved under my seat. It took me an hour to prepare and make them from scratch the night before.
I stood on the platform and watched the train pull away, headed to Aldershot, after I hoofed it back up the stairs when it dawned on me at the corner of Front and Bay that I forgot my f**king butter tarts.
I had night terrors about what happened to them. Visions of crew members happily tossing the batch into the trash shook me awake for several nights. What I really hoped was that some sweet old lady found them and fed them to her friends at her afternoon soaps club. Then they all drank tea and patted their bellies, thanking "Gladys" for the treat.
But we all know that's not how it went down.
9 comments:
i would have been more upset about loosing the tupperware container. that stuff is expensive!!!
That Tupperware container was older than Jesus. It wasn't a big loss. The Tupperware available today requires a second mortgage.
At first glance your apple tart looked like a brain... It's been a long week.
LOL LOL LOL
LOL @ psychos.
So appropriate! PS your brain looks delicious
I use the word psychos affectionately. Trust me.
This is why I bring cookies for my co-workers... no-one cares about the shape (much).
I'm abso-frickin-lutely positive I see an image of the Virgin Mary on top of that apple tart. It could be worth a small fortune, lady.
Don't let anybody eat that apple tart, at least until you've sent it to the Apple Tart Inspection Facility in Amherstburg for 'advanced inspection'...
Peter
I see an angel.
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