Gotta get them cheesecakes This is short, and I feel like sharing it with the fph community instead. (tl;dr, bad driver of a ham wants cheesecake) Please excuse my absence, I have been getting busy with school lately. So it was Valentine's Day, as you all probably know, which means at the bakery, we began to crank out the Valentine's Day themed goods. Pink doughnuts, pink cupcakes, pink cookies, and heart shaped everything. Surprisingly enough, I didn't see many fatties. I thought there would be tons, and it would be just like the circus came to town, but no. The few I saw were not really noteworthy, or didn't come to me for service. This one whale just about made my day, though. Our parking lot sucks. The only real way to get into the parking lot is to merge in from the road. Here is a depiction I made in paint. So I'm chillin' behind the counter, when I see a minivan come speeding by. The car took a hard right from the road, drove up and over the curb, and barreled across the parking lot, straight at the store. My soul just about left my body, because I thought they were going to drive through the store. The car stopped hard, the whole thing lurching forward, just a few feet away from the building. They parked like this, and out of the car steps Godzilla. The shebeast huffed and puffed her way inside, her round face red in places it shouldn't be. The golem hurriedly demanded a cheesecake (a please would be nice), threw her money down on the counter, and left. She sped off, and as quickly as she arrived, she was gone. My coworkers and I had a good time laughing about her, pretending to drive like madmen. I guess cheesecakes are really really good. Good enough to possibly endanger people.