I worked at  DQ as a cake decorator and people were so anal about their fucking cakes, like it was the most important thing ever. If one thing wasn't good enough even regular people would fly off the handle. I got screamed at once for a 1-year olds cake for having a teeny air pocket hole in the side, which had nothing to do with me, as I didn't make the cake. It was like the size of a quarter of a pea.