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Honestly,Idon’t meet many women.I’mon set orI’mat home.Idon’t shit whereIeat, so that rules out peopleIwork with.AndIdon’t want to be an ungrateful dick, but it’s kind of hard to have a conversation when a woman is shrieking in your face and trying to take a selfie with you.
“Youcould place an order.”Shedigs in that oversized purse of hers.Thisis a seriously enormous bag.I’mnot sure how she carried cupcakes or anything else at the same time as she was carrying this bag.Shepulls something small out and hands it to me.
Abusiness card.
Ladycakes.
There’sa website, an email, and social media accounts listed, but no address.
“Ladycakes?Andyou’re,Ladycakes?”
Shenods.
“I’llhave to check you out sometime.”Imean her business.I’vebeen checkingherout since we got stuck in here.She’spretty.Reallypretty.
“Wedeliver all over the city, and even up toMalibufor an additional fee.Andwe’re working to scale up production and move into a larger space.”
“Yeah?That’simpressive.”Imean it.She’sobviously passionate about what she does.
“We’resaving up to buy a bigger production facility.”
“Who’swe?”
“Well, me,Iguess.Itjust feels weird whenIsay me.”
“Why?It’syourcompany.Yourun it.You’rethe one trying to grow it.”
“You’reright,” she says slowly, nodding. “I’msure no man has ever saidwebecause he was uncomfortable with taking all the credit.Onlythe other way around.”
Igrin. “Youmight be right about that.Wheredo you…bakeright now?”
“Werent a space in a communal kitchen downtown.Butto grow, we need more space to take on larger orders and more wholesale clients.”
“Soundslike you have a plan.”
Shenods. “Oh,Ido.It’scolor-coded, indexed, and laminated.”
“Wow.”Ilet out a slow whistle. “That’sone serious plan.”
“Youmust have a plan too, right?”
“Ihave a… trajectory?I’venever been much for color-coding and getting too far ahead of myself.”
“You’veaccomplished a lot so far, though.”
“Iguess.Itkind of all just happened.”
Herlips twitch. “Oh,Iknow all about the briefs and cowboy boots.”
“Yeah, you and the rest of the world,”Imutter.Myfirst role made me famous.Andinfamous. “Thatwas my first acting gig.Igot scouted walking down a street inVancouver.Iwas eighteen, and my boots still had shit on them from the farm.Thosebriefs and cowboy boots are going to follow me to my grave.”
“That’snot such a bad thing.Everyoneloves that movie.Iused to watch it whenIwas home sick from school in high school.Ifit’s onTVon aSaturday,Ican’t flip past it.”
“Youstill have cable?Howold are you again?Iwas sure you were younger than me, but now you’ve got me questioning that…”
“Twenty-eight.Ijust like cable, okay?Ilike flipping channels and watchingTVon a certain day at a certain time.Imiss when everyone was talking about the same show at the same time because we were all watching it.Whydoes no one else miss that?”
“Becausethe rest of the world wants to binge-watch?”
