Blurb：
When Sharon Fuller from The Havens at Riverbend Facebook group messages the owner of The Humble Crumb bakery for a birthday cake with $1000 cash inside, chaos ensues. This hilarious misunderstanding between the bakery owner and penny-pinching customer Sharon escalates as she demands a money-stuffed cake for her mother-in-law's birthday without understanding basic business transactions. Featuring characters like Sharon, Dylan, and the bakery owner, this comedy of errors set in a gated community explores the absurdity of customer service nightmares. Perfect for fans of slice-of-life humor, baking stories, and neighborhood drama.Content：
§01It started, as most disasters do, with a notification.
A message from a name I didn’t recognize in The Havens at Riverbend community Facebook group.
Sharon Fuller.
Her profile picture was a blurry, zoomed-in shot of a generic flower.
Red flag number one.
The message read: [Hi, I need to order a birthday cake. And I need you to put a thousand dollars in cash inside it.]
I stared at my phone, the scent of yeasted dough and melting butter from my bakery, The Humble Crumb, suddenly feeling absurdly wholesome in the face of such a request.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
I run a small, affordable bakery at the entrance of our gated community.
I pride myself on quality ingredients and fair prices.
A six-inch cake is forty-eight dollars.
Not a thousand and forty-eight.
And I’m definitely not an ATM.
I typed back, keeping it professional.
Me: [Hi Sharon! The cake is $48. With the cash, the total would be 2000-5000048. You can transfer the full amount, and I can get started. Thanks!]
Her reply was almost instant.
Sharon: [Just make the cake. I’ll come get it at six. I’ll pay you then.]
Me: [I’ll need payment upfront before I can begin. It’s just to prevent no-shows. Hope you understand!]
A series of dots appeared and disappeared for a full minute.
Then, a notification from my banking app.
A transfer of 2000-5000000.00.
Followed by her message.
Sharon: [There. A thousand dollars. Now can you make it?]
The allergy flared up.
My allergy to profound, breathtaking stupidity.
Me: […You’re still short $48?]
Sharon: [Are you serious? I’m ordering a thousand-dollar cake from you and you won’t even comp the $48? Do you have any idea how to run a business!?]
§02
I had to put the phone down.
I took a deep breath, picturing myself executing a flawless gymnastics floor routine, ending in a triumphant pose as I screamed at the uncaring sky.
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