Bus Cake

A short time ago the girlfriend and I had to duck out of a birthday party early. It was a smashing good time, with lots of great food, wine, and company, but the person who was kind enough to give us transport out to the distant suburbs had an early call the next morning, so off we went.

It was before the cake had been served, so our generous host gave us huge slabs of it to go, for which we were grateful but a little overwhelmed; they were big pieces, and part of our sojourn home (after we had returned to the city) was by bus.

So there we are, sitting on the bus with these giant pieces of cake protected only by paper plates. The bus was, fortunately, not too crowded… just us and a group of slightly drunk guys in their early 20s.

One of them asked if we were carrying wedding cake.

“No, birthday.” I uncovered it, showing them the excellent frosting job. “Want a piece?”

They didn’t think we were serious at first, but to be honest it was a LOT of cake and I didn’t feel like carrying it all the way home.

After some prodding one of them (I forget his name) accepted a piece, and we had a long discussion about the merits and dangers of accepting cake from strangers on the CTA. His friends thought it was hilarious and awesome. I enjoyed the end of our conversation the most.

Me: (in a creepy voice) Enjoy the cake [guy’s name].

Guy: Oh man, why did you have to say it that way?

But in the end they got some cake and I got to inspire some cool story that that guy will be telling people for years to come, a story of strangers on the CTA united by delicious bus cake.

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