Every damn cupcake in the grocery store was either patriotic or NFL themed. I just wanted some freaking birthday cupcakes. It was bad enough my boss’s birthday was on 9/11 but worse that I couldn’t seem to find any cupcakes that were just birthday or could be birthday themed. I opened the bakery fridge and reached towards the back, finding only a half-dozen set of confetti cupcakes with sprinkles. I considered myself lucky and bought them, hoping they didn’t suck.
Next time I’ll plan better and just make the damn things myself.
While I appreciate the affinity for the NFL and the patriotism, I was disappointed that there wasn’t more than just that as options at the grocery store. Sure, football is a big deal when your team is publicly owned, and 9/11 was tragic and historic, but life still goes on. It doesn’t stop at tragedy or football. Birthdays still happen. Weddings still happen. Surely those occasions were worth something too especially this long after the events of 9/11 and with more of the season of football still to go?
I recalled where I was on 9/11. I’m sure most people do. Many people thought the world was ending. Many people were one extreme or another After the fact. The nation divided into ultra patriotic, or unleash anger at the way things unfolded and brought up conspiracy after conspiracy. It was a strange dynamic for my 6th grade self to see. My view of my country was tainted that day forward, and there has been a war going on ever since.
Then again many people thought the same thing the day Trump was elected. They thought the world had ended. The nation divided between two extremes, ultra patriotic, or unleashed anger at the way things unfolded and brought up conspiracy after conspiracy. It was a strange dynamic for my 25 year-old self to see. My view of my country was tainted that day forward, and there has been a civil war going on ever since. What is truth? What really matters?
What matters is it’s my boss’s birthday, and I found him cupcakes to help him celebrate and hoped they didn’t suck. All I wanted to do was bring a little happiness into someone’s life on a day that ought to be special for him instead of remind him of a tragedy. Plus he only owned one car which left his wife at home without any ability to make or buy him a cake, and so had to buy his own birthday cake on his way home. There is nothing worse than planning your own birthday because your significant other won’t or can’t. Someone has to make you feel appreciated right?Plus, when I like people I want them to know I like them.
He was grateful and pleasantly surprised. I was thankful for that….also, I was glad the cupcakes didn’t suck.