In life, when someone has hurt you really badly, one of the best ways to get over the situation is to get mad, or cry it out. An author once mentioned that it is a good thing to cry, it cleans the soul. Given the circumstances that I had to write a blog about a wedding cake in the middle of the road, I attended parties, weddings and still found nothing related to the cake having to end up in the middle of the road.
While I was at the wedding, I looked around me, and something had come up. There was a link to this story. I stood there in the middle of the crowd among strangers and as I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice the one person I had hope I will never see in my life time. At the same time, I kept asking myself questions so I can put an angle to my story. What is a party without a cake? And what is a wedding without the cake. And weirdly, we are brought together by this cake.
I started to get crazy ideas as I saw him mingle around me, or maybe if I could grab the cake on the table, and hit him with it on his face. Oh perhaps drag him off to the streets and get even. But that would be very inappropriate. I took my jacked and left the wedding for a party instead to find a better inspiration for the wedding cake-in-the-middle-of-the road.