Monday, July 28, 2008
$200 Cupcakes
Well, when I bought them they were $3.00 cupcakes. But after I was nailed by a cop doing 51 in a 35, they became $200 cupcakes. Maybe more, maybe less. I just got the ticket on Friday, so I have a little while before I find out what my contribution to the City of Chino will be. But I would not have been in that 35mph zone, had I not stopped for those damned cupcakes.
Funny enough, at lunchtime my colleagues and I were just discussing getting pulled over and how entering Carbon Canyon from Lambert is the hardest place not to speed. You see, for those who haven't driven "The Canyon," the worst thing is getting stuck behind a snail. It's one lane each way with no opportunities to pass said snail. And it's really annoying. My thought is, if you're going to go slow on The Canyon, then you might as well just take the freeway and go slow there, in the SLOW LANE. Anyway, I digress. That day, I made a concious effort not to travel at breakneck speed entering The Canyon. In fact, I've even been watching my speed and lowering my normal lead foot pace just for the reason that I've been trying to save money and don't want to get nailed for a ticket.
Well, this day I was distracted. You see I've been craving these cupcakes from this new bakery in downtown Chino called Royal Cakery. By no means am I dieting. I quit dieting because I hated it when I would take a break from dieting and people would point out the fact that I was consuming a product not in line with something one would consume with an end goal of losing weight. So I'm just trying to make better choices. As Queen Latifah would say, a "size healthy." So here we are on Friday afternoon, after a busy week of whining clients and "better choices." I decide to detour on over to a "weaker choice" and hoped to soon meet my lips with a lemon cream cheese cupcake. They didn't have lemon, and I couldn't decide between cherry chocolate and spice with cream cheese, so I went for both under the assumption that I would share with my mom. (Though we all know that more often than not the extra cupcake rarely makes it within smell shot of the person intended to share with.) So I happily depart with cupcakes in hand, eagerly anticipating getting home, kicking off my heels and fully enjoying this sweet delight. Well, my stomach must have been sending a signal to my brain to deliver a message of "go faster" to my foot. Which led me to a future date in traffic school. No cupcake is worth that.
Funny enough, at lunchtime my colleagues and I were just discussing getting pulled over and how entering Carbon Canyon from Lambert is the hardest place not to speed. You see, for those who haven't driven "The Canyon," the worst thing is getting stuck behind a snail. It's one lane each way with no opportunities to pass said snail. And it's really annoying. My thought is, if you're going to go slow on The Canyon, then you might as well just take the freeway and go slow there, in the SLOW LANE. Anyway, I digress. That day, I made a concious effort not to travel at breakneck speed entering The Canyon. In fact, I've even been watching my speed and lowering my normal lead foot pace just for the reason that I've been trying to save money and don't want to get nailed for a ticket.
Well, this day I was distracted. You see I've been craving these cupcakes from this new bakery in downtown Chino called Royal Cakery. By no means am I dieting. I quit dieting because I hated it when I would take a break from dieting and people would point out the fact that I was consuming a product not in line with something one would consume with an end goal of losing weight. So I'm just trying to make better choices. As Queen Latifah would say, a "size healthy." So here we are on Friday afternoon, after a busy week of whining clients and "better choices." I decide to detour on over to a "weaker choice" and hoped to soon meet my lips with a lemon cream cheese cupcake. They didn't have lemon, and I couldn't decide between cherry chocolate and spice with cream cheese, so I went for both under the assumption that I would share with my mom. (Though we all know that more often than not the extra cupcake rarely makes it within smell shot of the person intended to share with.) So I happily depart with cupcakes in hand, eagerly anticipating getting home, kicking off my heels and fully enjoying this sweet delight. Well, my stomach must have been sending a signal to my brain to deliver a message of "go faster" to my foot. Which led me to a future date in traffic school. No cupcake is worth that.
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