Let them eat cake!

Note: An accompanying picture will be posted later today.

Add this to your "That Just Happened" file, lovely readers.

Scene: Leawood Town Center AMC 20, lobby, post-premiere of "He's Just Not That Into You."
A group of 8 friends and I are gathered to rehash the movie and ogle the delicious cake I won from Dragonfly Bakery 'cuz I'm engaged and I danced in front of an entire theater while dropping the gem "He IS just that into me!" True story.

Small talk ensues. Numerous passers-by stop to comment on the cake, iced with the "HJNTIY" gem "No answer is your answer." An older "gentleman" approaches.
Random dude: That cake looks great! How is it?
Me: I don't know! I haven't tasted it yet.
Random dude peers into box.
RD: Is that icing or fondant?
Me (smiling the "You're an idiot" smile): I have no idea.
Without warning, RD swoops two fingers into the end of the heart-shaped cake, obliterating it into a pile of crushed cake-icing hybrid that he proceeds to stuff in his mouth.
Me, staring, mouth open, unsure of what to do. Laughter builds from the friends who have witnessed the insanity.
RD: What? What's so funny? Why are people laughing?
Meghann (in a voice that is equal parts authoritative, disgusted and shocked): SIR!
RD leaves, licking his fingers.
Laughter reaches several decibels as reality sets in. I start to hop around, cake box in hand, avoiding the pee that is threatening to escape my Diet Coke-soaked bladder.

PSA: For your future cake needs, please consider Dragonfly Bakery. Not only are they connoisseurs of fluffy cake laced with raspberry filling and coated with deliciously sugary icing, but they make cakes so good that RANDOM STRANGERS STICK THEIR HANDS INTO THEM!