I got a phone call this morning from someone out of town who wanted a cake delivered to someone locally. Usually, I don't do this, but today was one of those days where I had nothing particular planned, my baker was coming in to run the shop for the afternoon and I had baked a cake to go in the case and figured a sold and delivered cake was better than a cake in the case not sold.
So I said yes.
This was the information given to me:
-This was for a man whose wife had recently passed away.
-They wanted a chocolate cake.
-They gave me his address and phone number.
-They wanted me to call him before delivering it to make sure he was there.
-They DID NOT want me to tell him that I was bringing him a chocolate cake.
-I was to include a card with a brief message.
Those were my instructions.
So when I finished the cake and was ready to deliver it, I made the call and the following conversation took place:
Me: Hi, I'm looking for [name].
Him: I'm [name].
Me: I have a delivery for you and I just wanted to make sure that you were home to receive it.
Him: Who is this?
Me: My name is Kelli.
Him: And what are you bringing me?
Me: I can't say. (At this point, I am trying to protect the identity of the cake.)
Him: May I ask why not?
Me: I have a delivery for you, it's from your friends. They wanted you to have something.
Him: And who are you?
Me: Um, Kelli.
Him: No, who are you with?
Me: Pause. Um, Sweet Love.
Him: I'm sorry?
Me: Sweet Love.
Him: What is that exactly?
Me: I'd rather not say. (Again, I didn't want to say 'bakery' because then it might be obvious that I'm bringing a cake.)
Him: Sweet Love? I'm getting worried.
Long pause. Suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to burst out with, "I'm not a stripper!" I mean, it's a man whose wife recently passed away and I'm telling him that 'his friends wanted to get him something' and I'm refusing to tell him the company I'm with. I might as well show up on his door step in a fake cop uniform. Or in this case, an apron. \
Me: It's a bakery. I'm a baker. Your friends bought you some baked goods.
Him: obviously relieved. Oh, ok. I'll be home.
I hung up the phone and laughed for about 5 minutes. We've joked about the bakery name. I obviously picked something semi-racy on purpose. I never imagined the confusion that might come from a covert gift and a phone call.
