Leftover Cupcakes

Before I proceed with my hilarity, let me apologize for taking quite the vacation from my blog. To my many fans that wrote in and voiced your concerns: Thank you for keeping me on my toes, and I assure you that letting you, the fans, down truly upsets me.

Moving on.

Soooooooooo Thursday was my birthday! Hooray! Well some rockin' coworkers brought in all sorts of balloons and delicious "Kara's Cupcakes." As there were extra cupcakes and I was leaving the office early, I decided to give back to the community, if you will, and distribute the two left over cupcakes to a well-deserving homeless person.

I was so excited to start my journey. I eagerly skimmed the streets for someone down-and-out that could use a cupcake to cure them of their unhappiness. I became weary as I had walked 6 blocks, and found NO ONE. Since when can someone walk 6 blocks in San Francisco and not see a homeless person? Ugh. I was getting quite upset. My birthday was nearly ruined when I smelt an unpleasant scent (human smells). I reluctantly followed my nose, and was indeed led to a homeless man. He was JUST approaching the garbage can. I could tell he was about to make a dive, and I could save him the trouble and hand him some delicious sugar.

Well, the thing is, as I approached him, I noticed he was using the garbage not for food, but rather, as a place to pee. I of course didn't notice that until I was close, and noticed his, um.... thing .... out in the open.

I was quite distraught. This man was clearly not the man I was supposed to offer my bday cupcakes to.

I slumped my shoulders, hung my head, and slowly shifted my feet along the pavement, ready to give up. BUT WAIT- there was another man in the distance sitting 'indian style' (is that politically correct? I doubt it. But how else do you describe it??) I excitedly skipped over to him and loudly inquired, "Do you like Cupcakes?!??!?!?!" he dully replied, "Sure." Not quite what I was looking for... but I let it slide. I handed him the cupcakes, gave myself a pat on the back for not a) just eating them all myself and b) not demanding he sing Happy Birthday to me first.

I must say, I've matured quite a bit over the last year. Indeed...