<This is a guest post written by my wife, Marci>
We are counting down the days until our oldest son, Ben, becomes a Bar Mitzvah. There are so many last-minute items to take care of, so Doug and I have divided the list and set out to conquer!
My task was going to Lucky’s, a grocery store I normally try to avoid, to order the large platters of fruit and piles of fried chicken for the last event of the weekend, a picnic in the park for the remaining out of town guests. The last thing on my list was ordering the cake. After waiting ten minutes at the counter for someone to assist me, a woman finally comes to take my order.
I tell her I want the half-sheet cake, chocolate: chocolate filling, chocolate icing.
“What do you want the message to be?” she asks, getting out a pad and pencil.
I recite slowly: “Congratulations, Ben, You Made It!” Then I tell her, “Be sure to add the exclamation point.”
I look across the counter at her pad, where she’s written the following question: “Congratulations Ben you mad it?”
“No,” I say, “exclamation point!”
She says, “Yes, I have it. Did you want it somewhere else?”
“That is a question mark! I want an exclamation point! And I want an ‘e’ at the end of ‘mad,’ and while you’re at it, a couple of commas would be great, too.”
After several back and forths, she managed to write the words properly. The anticipation is killing me; I can’t wait until Sunday to see what actually shows up on the cake!